Fire Emblem Battle For Lycia

Hazeyl was walking down the square, looking for some goods that were worth of... let's say 'lending'.
It wasn't hard to find worthy goods in Lycia, the streets were full with it. But Hazeyl was a picky boy, and wasn't sattisfied to fast. "Hmm... maybe i'll have more luck in the next district", he said to himself.
As he kept walking down the streets, all of the sudden really, he heard screams! From the southern part of town maybe? He quickly slided, trying to hear where it was coming from.
"I guess my dayly stuff will have to wait, for a while at least."

 

Harroden closed the book he had been reading with the hand that held it and sighed heavily. It seemed that this store contained none of the books he was looking for. Drooping his head slightly he pushed the book back into its place from where he had taken it from. When his hand returned to his side and his head came back up the stepped towards his left to scan the final column of books. His crimson eyes scanned faithfully for the titles of any of the rare books he had memorized the names of, but when he came to the final book on the column he sighed once more and shook his head in disappointment, his silvery hair swayed to-and-fro as he shook it.
"This is truly a saddening day for me...” Harroden stated in a low and dreary voice while he turned around to head out. The book store keeper apologized for him not being able to find what he wanted and wished him well on his travels. Harroden simply nodded to the man and replied back stating he hoped the man’s day went well. When Harroden stepped into the market street a sudden burst of wind sent his violet robes, with silver scroll work on the shoulders, into a mad frenzy. Harroden quickly gathered his robe around him as best as possible and when the wind died just as quick as it had come he muttered to himself, "Such an ominous wind is a sure sign of ill fortune."

 

Hazeyl then reached the gigantic gates of the village, sliding once more to stop.
He had to look around, looking for Cale and that girl he was always with. It would be no suprise to him if she wanted to marry Cale. He then saw Cale passing the corner shouting: "Cale! Over here man!"
As he walked to them, he saw the reason the were here for... Bandits... altough the looked like bloody crusaders...

 

Phase 1:
"Sure, pike soldiers come with me to attack their flank!"
The battle began as Hazeyl and the pike soldiers began moving into the woods.
"Follow me men! For Lycia! he commanded while securing his one shoulder plate."

Harrodan, be fast. he thought

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The enemy began charging them in onorganized position, like animals really.
"Charge!!!" Garsha yelled almost popping his eyes out with rage.
"Crush them NOW!"
The soldiers moved forward, with axeman at front.

 

Player Phase 2:

"Crap he's in a killing spree, we gotta hurry men!"

They moved further through the forest. Then Hazeyl saw a myrmidon short-sword burried in the bushes, taking a quick look at it he picked it up." Hmm... maybe today isn't yet waisted..."
He swung it a few times and then moved further towards the enemy flank.

 

Player Phase 3:

"And... CHARGE!!!" Hazeyl stood on a hill on the edge of the forest with his sword forward.
"For Lycia!!!" Hazeyl and the pikers charged forward to the bandits striking some.
Hazeyl on his turn ran to Cale and Garsha and swung his blade upward, hacking of one of Garsha's plating and badly hurting his arm." Come on!"

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"Holy crap!" the soldiers yelled in this unexpected assault.
More and more of them were striken down to the ground by the pikers.

 

Krindel drew his bow and steadied his arm, aiming for Cale. He was in the perfect position for a shot that could kill if only Garsha would move out of the way. A small smirk came upon his lips as he thought of being reveered as the man who took down Cale the fast blade of Lycia. How the women would flock to him just to bask in his presence. Suddenly the winds changed and the clouds overhead began to darken. Lightening crackled throughout the skys, threatening to strike. Before Krindel could move towards the trees for protection thunder boomed and the ground beneath him erupted throwing him like a rag doll into the air. The world became a blurr and his senses danced in confusion. When he finally realized he was no longer in the air, but on the ground and blood pooled around his body, he gagged and wanted to scream in pain. The pain that shot up from his legs that were no longer their but felt as if they were. Something moved close to him and when Krindel moved his head to see what it was, blood spat from his lips as he cursed the man dressed in a rich violet robe.
"You cannot blame me for the actions that lead to your death. Now pass on and repent." Cold blood colored eyes looked down at Krindel with no hint of sympathy or remorse. This man was of the ruthless nature and if his face never showed it, his eyes held all the cruelty capable of. Without anything else said, the man moved on and before the world became black to Krindel, he heard the other man say, "Now how to help Cale?"

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As Harroden looked on he thought of how he would have to thank Allysa for rushing about to find him. If he hadn't disposed of that archer as soon as he had the Mercs of Lycia would have to find a new Tactician. Pulling out his book of embers Harroden flipped to the page with the spell about balls of fire. It seemed only right to use a fire spell which would be easier for his team to dodge then using lightening which would not.

 

"I have nothing that isn't 'explosive'. You could at least thank me for using a spell in which allowed for you to react properly. Had I wanted to I could have summoned lightening during your struggle." Harroden gave Cale one of his indifferent stares as he walked up next to his Tactition. His books were now snuggly fitted inside his robe where prying eyes couldn't see them.

 

Michael followed the path that lead to the market town he heard about and calmly stepped over the dead bandits and sighed as he saw the party of people talking. Obviously they helped the guards kill the bandits....I wonder how strong they are? Michael walked up to the group and just stood behind them with his staff out almost looking like he belonged to the group, which he didn't.

 

"Harroden! Man nice spell, works great and uh... oh yeah, IT ALMOST KILLED ME! Hazeyl said with now angry tone. He calmed himself down saying: Anyway... it's nice to see you again.
He kept on talking with the guys, when he suddenly heard a sound behind them.
He turned around only to see a young man standing behind them with a staff in his hand.

 

Harroden turned his indifferent gaze to Hazeyl and opened his mouth to say something when the Myrmidon spun around. Harroden leaned to one side so he could see around the other man and when he did he saw too why Hazeyl had done so. A man carrying a staff stood not far off from the group.

 

"Nah, relax Cale... he probebly just wants to fit in our, may i say: awesome group, he said with a huge grin. Everyone looked at him with a confused face. What? It is, right?
Anyway... i'm Hazeyl, nice to meet ya. And who might you be? Hazeyl asked kindly.