#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!”

[midoriwings]

Friendship Lessons

> starter for @luneirika

This Academy is a strange place, Vanessa decides one day. Half the occupants disappear one day only to return a month later claiming they were sucked into a book. 

And now, the majority of them say they fought real battles with monsters in their dreams. Vanessa can’t bring herself to fully believe this latest occurrence. Where are their battle wounds? Why do some of the monastery staff not even remember enduring such a thing? 

She brushes it all aside, happy to focus on her own lessons during the unexpected quiet. Hard to make friendships when most everyone is off doing Fale knows what! 

Her brief respite ends, bringing with it a wave of students and staff returning to real life. Pegasus knight continues sticking with her routine--studying in the library after class, then dinner, followed by a nighttime flight with Titania--despite the influx of people. An opportunity will present itself when it’s good and ready; no need to upend her whole life for it. 

And in due course said opportunity arises. She’s returning to her dorm from the library when she spots Lady Eirika among the crowd. 

“Lady Eirika! When did you arrive?” Vanessa waves, adjusting the hold on her books. 

[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

[princepsumbra]

❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse .

Nonverbal Prompts

Earlier in the week, a guest speaker had arrived from the fringes of the continent, touting an enlightening course on the history and art of the lance.

Leo, despite his piqued curiosity, half believed it was a scam meant to waste the Academy's money and time. But if there was just a chance he could learn something new...(or catch a fraud in the act. Either way, he'd leave the lecture hall pleased.)

He shakes himself from his thoughts in time to catch the propped open door. "Thank you," he says, nodding politely at the girl. "Enjoy the lecture."

[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

[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.

[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.

[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