#TAURONEO PLEASE COME BACK
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felikatze · 2 years ago
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i love earlygame FE i love getting my teeth kicked in (<- still struggling so so hard on radiant dawn)
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frauleindermorgen · 1 year ago
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Micaiah sits back, bookmarking the page of fertilizer suggestions so that she can pay full attention to him; she may just be projecting but those long legs and the way he carries himself as if he hasn’t a care in the world remind her starkly of Sothe. Perhaps her brother had modeled his new disposition on the raven king? She would have to ask him some time, as she certainly couldn’t ask the man right here and now how much of his persona was practiced.
“Just because I am surprised to see you does not mean I am disappointed,” she tells him truthfully, ushering him over with one hand as she turns her attentions back to the flower; “though Pelleas may indeed have had a better suggestion as to what to do with this bloom than I. Note taking when it comes to botany is quite easy but practicing it? Much less so.”
She flips back to the page on fertilizers, trailing one finger down to the little she had found on Faerghan traditions: perhaps it was the climate they need worry about, for while the Lady-of-Mourning had sprung up in the temperate zone it seemed marked that nothing else had grown around it there.
“I have been here… two years now, in large part due to General Tauroneo allowing me that leave,” the hesitation, of course, stems from the year Micaiah had been here but that had been reset, well, Naesala of all people can’t fault for withholding information surely. “So please, for now Micaiah is fine. I can call you Naesala or Lord Naesala in return.”
She nods to him, and then hums with a considering tone. He had never answered her question about why he was here but she thinks she can guess from the very little she knows about him, and that sparks in her an idea:
“The flower… I wonder if I can see into its heart too?”
She’s never tried with plants before, has actively closed that part of herself off for over fifteen years now but hints of emotions still come through when she walks in the forest or the mountain and, closing her eyes, she attempts to hone in on those memories.
“It, oh, it almost feels like guilt. Tell me, Lord Naesala, do you think a flower can too can grow weary of a long lifespan?”
it's getting late little moon finish the song
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se-housman · 4 years ago
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Chapter 81 is available! 
Daein has been suspiciously quiet as the Apostle’s Army creeps along the mountainous southern border. Soren fears a trap---and his fears come true. General Micaiah proves herself a ruthless commander, and her troops follow her with more fervor than ever. Soren is no match. 
Also, medieval napalm. 
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Excerpt from the end of the battle:
Gradually, the rain started to let up, and with each passing minute, Soren wondered why Micaiah hadn’t ordered the naphtha set alight yet. Is she waiting for her men in the ravine to escape? he wondered and glanced down. No, they were already dead. Has she lost her units capable of setting the fire? he wondered next, glancing back. No, she had archers and fire mages standing right behind her. Has she lost her nerve? he finally thought, but at this distance, her face was impossible to see. He couldn’t know.
Whatever the reason for her delay, it didn’t last forever. Ike was leading the mercenaries toward her now, and that seemed to spur her to action. She raised her hand, and the legion of archers at her back raised flaming arrowheads. The small phalanx of fire mages walked closer to the edge.
“No!” Ike screamed, “Stop!”
“Don’t do this Micaiah!” Jill shouted, but her wyvern was too far away.
“What are you doing?” Ilyana moaned, shaking her head between her hands.
“Gotcha!” yelled Tibarn, and he was the only one whose voice lacked despair. He shot straight up, appearing at the cliff’s edge right in front of Micaiah, and as fast as a speeding arrow, he ripped Sothe off his feet.
“No!” came a woman’s scream, and Soren realized it belonged to Micaiah. She sounded oddly human for someone so revered—she sounded desperate. “Sothe!”
“Don’t move,” Tibarn warned, “I see one arrow fly, and the boy gets a quick lesson in falling.”
Sothe tried to fight back, but Tibarn merely threw him in the air, caught him, knocked the knife from his hand, and then wrapped him in his vicelike side-hug. Sothe might have grown taller these past few years, but Tibarn was still massive and easily kept his arms pinched uselessly to his sides. They were suspended over the ravine now.
“Sothe! No please! All units, cease fire! Now!” Micaiah ordered. Although most of the troops had already fallen still, fighting now ceased entirely. The fire mages moved back, and the archers lowered their bows. Ike and Ranulf ran closer to Micaiah, and the dazed soldiers let them pass. Apparently they knew Sothe was important to their beloved general, because they looked scared now that he was Tibarn’s hostage. Most were watching Micaiah nervously, awaiting new orders.
Soren tried to move closer too, but it seemed the soldiers weren’t going to let just anyone close to their general. Now that Ike and Ranulf had passed, they closed ranks to block Soren, Titania, Mist, and the others.
“Micaiah of Daein!” Soren heard Ike’s voice call: “Listen to me very, very carefully.”
“Tell him to release Sothe!” came Micaiah’s proud, defiant voice. Soren decided to move backward so he could get a better view.
“Not a chance,” Ike replied. He and Ranulf had stopped below the jut of stone on which Micaiah and Tauroneo were standing, but they couldn’t get any closer because six Daein shield knights were blocking them. “I’m offering you a choice: surrender now and go home, or fight us and die.”
Micaiah didn’t answer immediately; her attention kept turning from Ike to Tibarn. “We can’t,” she finally said, and Soren was grateful the rain had all but completely stopped so he could hear her words. “We won’t retreat or negotiate,” she continued, “Regardless of what you believe, the only choice we have is to fight.”
“Are you insane?” Ranulf demanded, taking a step forward. The knights leveled their lances between their shields, but he didn’t seem to care. He threw his arms wide, gesturing at the remnants of her clifftop battalion. “Look around! Every single person in your army will die! Do you care that little about them?”
Micaiah didn’t answer, but just then, Sigrun flew out of the ravine with Sanaki sitting in front of her. They hovered near Tibarn and Sothe, suspended by the pegasus’s powerful wingbeats. “Enough!” Sanaki demanded. “Everyone, stand down!”
“Apostle-” Ike growled, but he seemed to bite off his next words.
“I’ve seen enough bloodshed for one day!” Sanaki continued, addressing Micaiah. “That’s enough! Please, no more.” She shook her head, and Sigrun flicked the reigns. They twisted in a tight arc, flying west. Below her, the army started retreating back down the ravine. With Sanaki no longer on the ground, Soren hoped Micaiah wouldn’t try to set the army on fire again.
“We’ll retreat for now,” Ike announced. “You’d better do the same, and I mean now. I’m not sure how long I can hold my troops back.” Although he was still in human form, Ranulf snarled to emphasize his words.
“But we can’t!” Micaiah cried out, and her voice was squeezed by desperation again. This surprised Soren, who was forced to conclude the Maiden of Dawn wasn’t allying herself with Begnion because the senate promised her power. They must have some leverage on her instead.
“Fine,” Tibarn replied, “His death is on your hands then. Sorry, little Sothe, your girlfriend just killed you. Say a quick goodbye.”
Sothe started squirming again, trying to grab onto Tibarn for security. “No, wait, Micai-” he cried out. But then Tibarn released him, and his protests became a wordless shriek.
“NO! SOTHE!” Micaiah screamed, running to the cliff’s edge. A soldier grabbed her before she could go over (which was a pity, because a lot of the Apostle’s Army’s problems could have been solved if the premier general of Daein threw herself off a cliff for love). While she stared, disbelieving, at the edge, Ulki steadily pulled himself out of the ravine, holding Sothe by the shoulders. The soldier let go of her, and Micaiah fell to her knees in relief.
Tibarn took a woozy-looking Sothe from Ulki, muttered something Soren couldn’t hear, and dropped him next to Micaiah. Then he and Ulki flew west without another word.
“General Tauroneo!” Ike suddenly called out, raising his hand to signal the old man. “I’ll ask you one last time: talk some sense in that girl, alright? She’s losing it.”
Tauroneo took a few steps down the rocky slope and cast his eyes over Ike, Ranulf, and then the rest of the mercenaries. “We won’t pursue you this time,” he finally answered. “However, we cannot avoid this war. That is all I will say for now. And Ike…I’m sorry for this.”
Ike threw up his hands in frustration and turned on the spot. He seemed to be grumbling something to himself, or maybe Ranulf, but Soren couldn’t hear. The Daein soldiers followed Tauroneo’s instruction and moved back toward their general. As soon as Ike and Ranulf reached them, the mercenaries began retreating too.
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