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Introduction:

Welcome to Fire Emblem: The Blazing Sword RP!

Yeah.. that's about it.

The Story Thus Far:

Coming Soon.

Connections:
Below are a list of connections you might need to know as you rp. Some characters have known each other from the beginning of Fire Emblem and here are a list of those that do.

Athos/Pent/Louise/Hawkeye
Dart/Fargus
Eliwood/Hector
Eliwood/Harken/Isadora/Marcus/Lowen
Hector/Leila/Matthew/Oswin/Uther
Ephidel/Limstella/Nergal/Sonia
Erk/Serra
Erk/Priscilla
Erk/Pent/Louise/Hawkeye
Farina/Florina/Fiora
Florina/Lyn
Guy/Matthew
Jaffar/Legault/Nino
Jaffar/Legault/Lloyd/Linus/Nergal/Sonia/Ursula
Karel/Karla
Kent/Sain/Wallace
Lloyd/Linus/Nino/Brendan Reed/Sonia
Lucius/Raven/Priscilla
Nils/Ninian
Rebecca/Wil

Frequently Asked Questions:
If you have any questions, please PM me, SarahMacDougal, and I will try to respond with a valid answer. I will also post your question and the answer below.


Q: My character dies in Fire Emblem: The Blazing Sword. What do I do when they are supposed to die in the RP?

A: Just because a character dies in the game doesn't mean they are destined to die in the RP. There are not many events that will occur in this RP that have occured in the game. Your job is to capture your character(s)' personality to the best of your ability, to become that character. You are the only one who can decide what their fate is.

For example:
In the game, Lloyd and Linus die at the hands of Limstella after fighting Eliwood and his party.
In the RP, based on Lloyd and Linus' personalities, they will most likely remain loyal to the Black Fang and their father, but perhaps when they are later ordered to destroy Eliwood, they bump into their little sister Nino. The boys might put aside their differences and join the party instead of fighting.. or dying for that matter.


Q: Are you god? How are you sure?

A: Yes. I can make grilled cheese sandwiches.


Q: What came first, the chicken or the egg?

A: Neither. Your mother came first.

Already in the city of Bulgar were two Knights from the land of Lycia. They were seated near the village square, tending to their own business. These two knights had a horse, and they used those horses to gallop here all the way from Caelin. Of course, why would they bother coming all the way here?

The calavier in green had started a small fire. The sun was setting, but it wasn't getting cold. The calavier grabbed some water and doused the fire with it. After that, he looked at the wet ashes, confused. He lit another small fire. All the while, the red calavier was watching from his seat, apparently not amused.

"Sain... what are you doing?" Sain turned to face the red calavier, with the energy of a young child. His smile was decieving.

"Well, aren't you at least a small bit curious why water puts out fire, Kent?" Kent began to wish he had never bothered to ask, "I mean, I was told by an alchemist that water is made up of Hydrogen and Oxygen, both which are used to fuel fire! It's like totally unbelievable!"

"Sain, you need to stop doing these... stupid things. Can't you just sit down and wait?" Sain crossed his arms, defiantly.

"It's your fault that there's nothing to do! You won't let me go into the bar, so what else am I supposed to do!?"

"I didn't let you go into the bar because I know all you'll do there is drink and hit on as many women as you can. We aren't here for pleasure, you know. We have a task ahead of us that we need to perform." Sain knew Kent's prediction of his behavior was accurate, he began daydreaming of how much fun all that would be.

"Well, why don't you perform our task, and I go into the bar?" Kent swiftly got up and grabbed Sain by the ear and dragged him back to their seating area. Sain was whinning and screaming the whole way.

"No, Sain. We sit here... and wait!"

A tall man with elegant purple hair tied back with an indigo headband and two scars over his left eye left a massive fortress on the isle Valor carrying a burlap sack, the humid weather making him sweat just as he exited the building. The man called out to a soldier to bring him a horse, which the soldier hastily did. Mounting this horse, the purple-haired man slung the makeshift burlap bag over his shoulder with some rope and kicked his heels into the horse's sides. He charged through the steamy tropical air towards the northern coast of the island and, finally reaching it, dismounted the horse, took the saddlebags and his burlap sack and walked to the shore. "And now we wait..."

"Oh, bother!" Canas shouted in annoyance as yet another potion exploded in his face. "Drat. There goes another vial... I'll have to buy more of these..." He wiped his monocle off on his sleeve before placing it back on his eye and leaning over his workbench again.
"Oi, shaman! Finish yer potion before I start gettin' medieval on your store!"

"I'm c-coming..." Canas gulped as he hastily poured a green liquid with the consistency of tar into a new glass vial. Clumsily dumping an orange liquid of the exact oposite consistency on top of the green one, he moved his hand in a circular motion over the container, muttering with his eyes closed. The liquid turned a pleasant shade of pink and began giving off the smell of extremely dusty roses mixed with the smell of fresh earth. Canas corked the vial with a satisfied smile and walked out to the front room of his apothecary. He handed the gruff looking sailor the vial with a faint smile and said "Cover your ship's rudder with this, and she'll sail twice as fast, regardless of wind. That will be 3,000 gold pieces, if you please."
"Fine, fine. Just quit with yer long words. Can't stand 'em." The sailor placed a grubby little bag of money on the counter and took the vial, exiting the shop.
Canas returned to the back of the shop, adjusting his apron and brushing his deep purple hair out of his face. As he leaned over the workbench, he instinctively reached for a new glass vial from the small wooden case of them. His hand found only velvet and empty vial slots. "Oh, bother... Michael! Get down here!" A young boy with fair brown hair sporting an apron similar to Canas' came crashing down the stairs. Canas' apprentice leaned against the narrow doorway that lead to the stairs which in turn led to thier seperate sleeping quarters on the second floor of the shop. "Michael, I'm going out. We've run out of vials again. Mind the shop until I get back, and be sure you only sell powder spells. No liquids, understood? I'll be back in an hour or two. Behave yourself while I'm out." With that, the Shaman hung his apron on a peg on the wall and took a faded maroon travelling cloak from the peg next to it. Throwing the cloak about his shoulders, he stepped out into the sunny day in Badon Port. Vials. It's always vials. Why couldn't we run out of envelopes instead? Oh well, it's only an excursion to Santaruz, and that's only a mile or so up the road...