#support: eirika

[princepsumbra]

One Ring to Rule Them All

Have you ever wanted your own emblem ring? Well look no further! A professor at the academy, who shall not be named, has recently begun forging copies of his Ring of the Avenger, which he promises will grant overflowing power and arcane energies to any who equip it. But, he also warns, it curses the wearer with an insatiable urge for bloodlust! With so many copies floating around, surely these claims can’t be real… Better slip one on and find out for yourself!

starter for: @lunatenais

The little circle of metal looks innocuous enough. A garnet glints in its center, deceptively simple for such a bold claim. Ring of the Avenger, boasts the surprisingly well crafted jewelry. Overflowing power granted at the cost of your sanity. 

Leo knows how this plays out. Magical bargains struck with a promise of grandeur that leave behind only destruction. And normally he wouldn’t care about the latest trends sweeping the monastery, watching their rise and fall with mild curiosity. But this--he’s seen the cost of seeking unearned power. Been the victim of unintended consequences. 

His fingers close around the ring laying in his gloved palm. Stupid, taking something like yet another trend so personally. Ridiculous, going out of his way to acquire an item he can confidently say is a fake. But he can’t deny the allure of power, nor can he sit idly by while students succumb to false promises. Or take them far too literally. What’s stopping someone from acting on impulses best kept under control when there’s a perfect excuse gleaming on their finger? 

There’s no arcane energy radiating off the ring. It’s exactly as he thought. A piece of window dressing for someone’s spiral into madness. 

Movement on his right shakes him from his thoughts. Leo turns, spotting a new arrival. He'd normally offer a polite greeting, nothing more, until the stupid ring in his palm feels heavier.

"Excuse me. Have you heard rumors about this Ring of the Avenger? I'd advise staying away from it."

[higaneion]

“Oh, hello— you’ll be representing the Crusader Fjalar, right?” For a moment she is shocked at the sight of such a young girl as her opponent. Really it shouldn’t be so surprising— Eirika herself had begun her own training at a rather young age as well.

She hates to think of why a girl her age would be here, however. All she can hope for was that it was strictly a want and not a necessity to grow stronger.

“My name is Eirika. I’ll be one of your opponents today. My partner and I represent Ced! I’ve heard that we will both be representing powerful mages, so let’s do our very best in today’s battle!”

“Hello Eirika—we’re in the same house, no? I’m afraid I haven't had the chance to introduce myself prior to our meeting today, but,” she places a hand over her chest and dips her head in a bow, “my name is Lilina.” 

The lady, Eirika, was a little older than herself that much she could tell. Maybe after their rounds of friendly fire she could find her later and converse. There is a gentle but strong aura she radiates that Lilina can only help but admire. “Right, well, best of luck to us both!”

[anopuff]

the cool vs the cute ✨

[makiinspace]

go holy woman go

[goldoanheart]

Kurthnaga coughs at the stench in the air, sensitive nose wrinkling in disgust. Everything else had been bad enough, but he does not know if he can take this. He has never smelled anything so vile in his entire lifetime. The very air around them has become poison and he knows that this will all end badly, should they breathe it in for too long.

His lungs feel like they are burning, just from the mere moments he has been in this air, and he is already weak from the previous round. He tries to ignore it, but the pain is far too palpable.

Bond activates. [Land of Decay Roll: 1, Procs; -1 HP] [Kurthnaga: 4/10 HP]

It is as if his very insides could kill him, but he knows he cannot take the time to rest. If he cannot fight, then how do his human allies even stand a chance?

His fingers tense against the bow string, shaking slightly as he grips onto the arrow. He can... he is able to do this. He should not be afraid, not when he is able to remain so far from the enemy, that even someone with eyes as sharp as his cannot see the blood that will splatter.

He lets go of the arrow.

But he is not so lucky as to avoid a counterattack, and the groan that echos from their foe makes his stomach crawl, every bone in his body screaming at him to drop his weapon and run far away from this place. He must be stronger than this, he must be able to fight. He has to be able to.

Kurthnaga (4/10 HP) hits Golden Lich (15.5/18** HP) with Zanshin. [Roll: 14 + 2 = 16; -2 HP] [Golden Lich: 13.5/18** HP] Golden Lich (15.5/18** HP) hits Kurthnaga (4/10 HP) with Echoing Groan. [Roll: 17 - 4 = 13; - 2 HP] [Kurthnaga: 2/10 HP] Poison Gas stack x1 applied. -1 SPD, -1 AVO, -1 DEX. Kurthnaga loses 0.5 HP. [Kurthnaga: 1.5/10 HP]

"Please... everyone do your best to survive even amongst this gas! We... we may not have long!"

@rafent

Thank You For The Venom [ Team Eleven Silver Round ]

[katfreaks-hidyhole]

[randomnameless]

Re-about Eirika and stuff

Remember when Seth asks her to run away and flee when Jehanna is besieged? Of course Eirika refuses, she is a FE Lord. The situation is dire, she will stay, thinks of her brother but says this :

“No. I will not retreat. If I give up now… My brother would not forgive me. I’m the princess of Renais. I will fight, either to victory or to death. Brother, I…”

Imo, Eirika would likely apologise to Ephraim for “dying” here since they made a promise to reunite and see each other alive again, and Seth said they’re basically going to die, but she’s going to fight “either to victory or to death”.

Of course on the Ephraim route Eirika’s bravery is a bit more subdued since we don’t see her that much, and she keeps on remembering how Seth and Ephraim used to protect her a lot back then, and yet Ephraim has this line about her when he hears Jehanna’s castle fell :

We’ll make it. Rest easy on that. Eirika is my sister. That one will never lay down her blade. And I am Eirika’s brother. There is no way I’ll let my sister die!

bar the usual “I’m not letting my sister die”, Ephraim knows she’s never going to lay down her blade, she’s going to fight.

Ephraim is also sure she will fight “long enough” - against the main crux of the Grado Army, aka severely outnumbered !! - for him to make the trip from Grado to Jehanna.

Honestly coming from this, the brother who knows his sister can fight and relies on her, to Mist being a potted plant in FE Tellius felt like a downgrade.

The plot still has Eirika being rescued by her brother twice during the events of the game because it’s a FE plot, but watsonian wise, Eirika is as much of a fighter as Ephraim is, and the one who sings her praises is Ephraim himself.

[goldoanheart]

The hammer is a familiar weight within Kurthnaga's hands by now, a weight that doesn't feel so cumbersome when he lifts it to strike, at least, not anymore. He wouldn't have had it any other way, to use a weapon that was unfamiliar would surely be dooming himself to the same fate that he always suffered. Fear and loathing at the very thought of battle.

If it was familiar, he could at least pretend that whatever blood they shed here and now would be noble, would be what was right. But even that blood, would be a burden upon his weak heart. He didn't wish to shed any, no matter whose it was, but this was a trial put before him and even he could conquer such things, despite his fears.

He winches slightly as his more-than-cocky-enough teammate misses the singular enemy set before them... twice. Quite the blow to the poor man's ego indeed.

Kurth sighs, that was beside the point. Even if he was afraid, he needed to swing his weapon, to face what was ahead of him no matter the cost. He could do this, he was not afraid anymore.

The hammer is as hard to swing as he remembers, but the movement comes easy to him, a singular hard strike nailing their foe right in the chest, and Kurth can't help but be a little proud.

Kurthnaga (10/10 HP) hits Human Training Entity with Hammer. [Roll: 15 + 2 = 17; -2.5 HP] [Human Training Entity: 3.5/8 HP] HPE Cannot Counterattack!

"You know, for all your boasting, I would have at least thought such a mighty dragon would be able to land one blow."

@unsungblade

there’s an imposter among us

there’s an imposter among us

[savingthegeneration]

I love fire emblem supports.

[elftism]

do u ever just look at a fandom and wonder if any of its members know how to read

[soulcluster]

a moment of appreciation for eirika

Innes: And yet, whenever an enemy shows himself, you rush in and attack! ...Everyone's going to think you're the one protecting me. Eirika: Well, I can't help you with your image problems, Innes. You're an archer, while I have to fight up close. --- Ephraim: Me? Let’s see… I guess I’ll pray to become a stronger fighter. Lyon: That’s just like you, Ephraim. Eirika: Just like you indeed, Brother. Ephraim: … I can never tell if you’re complimenting me or mocking me. Lyon: Praising you, of course! Right, Eirika? Eirika: Hee hee… Yes, that’s right. --- L'Arachel: Good day to you, Princess. What a funny thing that we should meet here! It is providence, I tell you! Eirika: L'Arachel, it is NOT providence. It is not even a coincidence. We agreed to meet here when we planned out our battle strategy. --- Forde: Well... I was just thinking about something... Princess, do you find that your armor leaves a bit too much...exposed? Eirika: I beg your pardon? Forde: You know, too exposed. Especially around the...er ...midriff, if you will. Aren't you worried that, in the heat of battle, it might, eh... Eirika: Fly up like this? Forde: Augh! Oh... Uh... You were...just joking. Wow. Don't scare me like that! --- Eirika: Ah, Brother! Thank you for the instruction! I suppose I still have a lot to learn. Ephraim: No, not at all! Rather, I am surprised at your rapid progress after such a short time! I think you would give me an excellent match were we to spar.

[goldoanheart]

Kurthnaga is alive again, he is breathing and his throat is no longer caught in his chest. Though, he doesn't know if this situation is much better. He holds a small lute, and though he can sing and play it, he's not exactly sure if that is what his teammates wish to hear. It is far from... motivating. Suffice to say, he was no heron.

He turns to Ishtar, strumming gently on the strings that he has been bestowed. She had done something similar in an earlier round, so it only felt right to be able to pay her back.

"Hopefully this will do, I am not much of a singer. Please take what little strength I can offer you Lady Ishtar!" He smiles, a small hum to a familiar tune about all that he can manage without offending anyone. He believes in the mage's strength, and surely a little plucking upon his strings would motivate her to be even stronger.

Kurthnaga (10/10 HP) rallies Ishtar (10/10 HP) using Rally Magic. Unspoken Water activates. All allies receive +2 HP. [Rafal: 8/10 HP]

"And do your best! Everyone else as well!"

@unsungblade

◜  ₊  —  𝓡  ˚  ₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄; team eleven, gold round.

[yanderefairyangel]

I was surprised to discover some player thinks Veyle was a romantic option, even to this day they consider that the main story ship teased them.

.... wat ?

You mean... the main story ???? the one preparing to reveal that Veyle was your baby sister ???

People took that as ship baiting ?!

... you know what, I am done with this fandom.

[theoretical-tactician]

Just girlie things <3

[aglaean]

a kiss that says thank you 

Whilst the memory of their ritualistic ripostes during Harmonia - splendid and dazzling as they doubtless were - had faded slightly, L’Arachel had still found herself stationed by Eirika’s door, determined to say… well something approaching the theme of thankfulness. 

It had been hard in the moment, her intentions (perhaps too easily) waylaid with the proffered distractions of hot chocolate and a chance to rest after the utterly absorbing, and entirely exhausting ebbs and flow of battle. 

She had perched near Eirika, cheeks rosy with victorious giddiness, sat together: two garlanded idols, statues interlinked in stone and granite, sharing one stand, formed by one craftsman. The metaphor was apt. Though they had been close, closer than L’Arachel had typically found herself to Eirika during their travels in Magvel, the words she wanted to say were instead drowned in cocoa and air thrumming with conversation. Eirika was beside her, and all she could do was turn to stone!

Petrified, quite literally, by the fear of… acknowledgment. L’Arachel was all too happy to partake in the sweet bonds of friendship, to savour the fruits of it: aid, help. But, Eirika was a different case. One she feared she'd ruin at any given moment. As such, she wanted to make due observance of all that she had done for them, leading them to victory with tome in hand. 

To add further embarrasment to the entire affair, immersed in the glow of companionship, and hot chocolate, she had fallen asleep on her shoulder! Really, if thank you was beyond her, she was certain an apology wasn’t!

She stood, staring at the wooden door. Trying to read some sort of prompt the whirled grains. 

Latona, what was she doing? This was foolish. Was she, some sort of bleary-eyed diviner trying to read the future in tea-leaves? Divine providence had lead her to this door, she had a duty as their beloved subject to see their plan to fruition. With that, she knocked three slow knocks on the door. They sounded dull, flat. Like a wyvern’s footfall. 

Gentle footsteps met her heavy, awkward blows. A latch loosening. A door swinging open and then: Eirika. It was decently late. She had to bite back the urge to reach out and adjust her hair, slightly bed-ruffled. Focus on the task at hand. ‘Ah, Eirika! I apologise for the inconvenient hour.’ She grins, about as abashed as L’Arachel could ever be. ‘But the matter I come to you with is divinely sanctioned, and of the utmost import! You see, my dreams have been harranged of late by the troubling lack of thankfulness I showed during the Harmonia battles. It simply wouldn’t do, and so I said to myself, “Why L’Arachel, it is uncouth of a princess to be so inhospitable! You must make amend posthaste!” So here I am, darling Eirika, to make amends, I do hope you’ll…’ 

Any other words are silenced in the press of lips to a slightly clammy forehead. The words that had been passing from her thoughts to her lips are scattered onto the floor, completely upended and quickly trodden under foot. Even as the princess draws back, the pressure lingers. As if Eirika had given her a present, a circlet of gratitude to join her usual adornments. And had she not, she realised, been given a gift? 

Reaching forward, she took her ally’s hand, planted a kiss firmly on the knuckles. ‘No, thank you. Truly.’ There’s a silence, and that’s enough for reality, the scoundrel, to steal back in. ‘I uhm, must leave now. The Gods are calling me to aid yet another innocent! Such is the life of a radiant minister to the needs of the common people!’ Her cheeks hot, (this time, without the aid of a warm drink), she turns and traipses into the corridor, doing her level best to tamp down any lingering shows of delight. 

[higaneion]

Crusader Fjalar, wielder of holy flames. She could only hope she could do justice to the legend herself as she was sure her descendants have. Though part of her hesitates in taking part. Fighting under the name of a crusader she did not know as if it were some… mascot felt sacrilegious and secular. Would she feel the same if an arbitrary army marched on with Roland as their forefront?

           Anyhow, it was too late to back away now, it would be more dishonorable if she deserted her partner than to fight on. The grounds were transformed into something more colorful that drowns out even the dreariest of winter’s chill. 

           Turning to her partner, she smiles through the teeth chattering. They would be fine, it was all just a tournament. 

           A loud horn blows signaling the start and though she had been expecting it, it still manages to startle her if only briefly. They didn’t forge a battle plan beforehand, but maybe they didn’t need to until they knew their opponents weaknesses. For now, she decides to play it safe and support where she could. “I believe in you, Pelleas.” Lilina clasps her hands together in prayer. 

Lilina used Rally Attack on Pelleas!

@pirrhyc @lunatenais @aglaean

messengers of winds, ministers of fire