Pyon Pyon Kyuu!~

Winding up her arm she whacked Myrdwyn again, and then used the swing of her first attack to come back around for another two hits making a three hit combo that would hopefully shut the wyvern rider up. Panting heavily and blushing, Emilee said. "I work hard on my body, and it's not for the likes of you to look at it!"

Balling her hands around her staff, and with a fiery anger in her eyes Emilee turned around walked towards the wyvern rider and Cadence and with her strength behind it she bopped Myrdwyn in the head. "No, it does not sparkle!" She yelled. "I got embarrassed because I don't want people talking about my ass... I mean my butt!"

"Yes, yes while I would have been happier if he had followed in my footsteps, I have to admit my son knows his cloth and the decorations on my shop are just." The woman kisses her hand with a loud "mwack" sound, indicating how much she loved the store. "Well, you'll find the whole city is out of weapons. It's awfully suspicious that we would all run out of stock on the same day the king and his men arrived. Very, very suspicious if you ask me. Although, I can still work on your sword and over yonder you will find some sheathes. Most of them designed by my very own son!"

"Oh? Did my son send you here?~" The shopkeeper looked closely at Rosalyva, inspecting her curiously. "My it does seem like you are a swordswoman, and a pretty one at that! This is the Pink Sword yes, we are the best smithys in this city and don't let anyone tell you otherwise missy! But today we don't have any stock to tell."

"Clarisse, it seems the fighting is over. Rayne took care of it." Emilee sighed, and smiled at the wounded fighter. She took a seat on the grass laying her staff next to her looking at the others. "I don't think I will ever get used to fighting. All of this blood and death sends chills down my spine I can't possibly be okay with any of this." She frowned until she looked at Cremia, and her eyes wandered to Kaito. "Do you think you'll ever find love like those two have? You know like someone who understands you and will love you and die for you? I hope I do!"

"Oh dear, she is hurt bad..." Emilee gulped as she gripped her staff. Blood and things of the sort; she still wasn't very good with it and it scared her to see someone in her state. But she tightened the grip, and breathed in and out. She got closer slowly and nodded. "Leave this to me though. You guys are fighting hard, I'll fight hard as well!" She turned to Beau and simply nodded at him. She reached out with her staff placing the gem near Clarisse's heart and she let the spirits do their work! The magic swirling into the fighter, hopefully bringing her healthier than ever. "Come on Clarisse, your job isn't done yet! Let's get up and at 'em." Heal Clarisse

"It shouldn't be too far right? Let's go!" Radburn marched in the front leading the trio down the street, passing by stores and stores and smiths and stores. The most extravagant of which seemed to be their target, The Pink Sword a tacky looking shop decorated with golden and pink drapes everywhere. In fact, they could count more colors used to decorate the shop then weapons on display: and there was a grand total of 0 weapons on display. Even so, with no stock or anything to show a woman looked at the group smiling. Her resemblance to the earlier man was uncanny; it was almost as if she was an older and female version of the man they had just seen!

"I do not risk my life I am as competent with a blade as I am!" Radburn puffed out his chest and held his nose up high proudly. "My wondrous blade has slain many foes, I shan't gave it up ever! For it is the ultimate weapon of Radburn the future Master Swordsman." --- Ecquis and Mayanna don't find it too difficult to find the other group, as the familiar voices of Meredith and Terrin guide them to where everyone is.

Hey guys, nice activity on my part am I right? Hahahahaha. Anyways, soon enough we will close off this chapter and go into the next one. I can't guarantee that activity will spike again because things are still hard for me, but the chapter map is almost done and we will be closer to our goal. I also have another announcement! At the end of chapter 4 I will welcome a new player unit into the team! By the end of chapter 4, the party will be in Caelum (oops spoilers) and so this character will have to have a reason to be in Caelum. Please build a level 1 character as per the rules in the front page and send them by private message! The criteria for choosing characters this time around are in this order of importance: 1) Character Quality 2) How well the class fits into the party 3) How good their reason for being in Caelum is/How well they fit into the story 4) Mechanics If you would like to resubmit a character you already sent in, that's fine! Just please send me a message with their sheet again, and obviously with the reason for them being in Caelum. As far as what the party needs, it's easier to say what it doesn't need: more lance users or more mages. Axe users are highly needed. Another performer will not be accepted, because of performer cheesiness. Well I hope to see some great characters! Take your time though, Chapter 4 will still take a while methinks. Have fun!

"I guess keeping my health up is important too!" Taking buff to B because fuck it tbh

Tin foil hat ready! Let's all skip class and be geniuses woo living off the street and eating rotten apples off trash cans!

High school > College. Either way dibs on a delinquent.

"Oh yes you are completely right! Sorry I got ahead of myself." Emilee smiles with a silly expression. Not even 10 seconds pass until she says: "But I totally think that Saffron is a wonderful name for a girl, and Keagan would make for a handsome name for a boy!"

"My body-" Emilee coughs to cover up her mistake. "I mean, my heart belongs to the Charming Prince that will one day sweep me up on a pegasus and we'll get married. Not to some wyvern riding pervert!" With an audible "Hmph" she gets to work, healing the wounded man. "Hang in there, true love will endure! I'll make sure both of you live to have a wonderful life together of never ending love and happiness. Oh what are you thinking of naming your children? If you need any naming advice I can help you! I've thought about the topic a lot you know." Heal Kaito

"Traveling must be a lot of fun, make sure not to damage your clothes along the way~" The cheerful man jigged back into the storeroom and came back moments later with a bunch of thread wrapped around a small wooden cylinder. "It will be 20 dragons, it's of the highest quality. But quality is something I can ensure." He winked at Klaren, and then turned to Rosalyva. "Yes, momma has a blacksmithing store in town. It is further down the street, it's called 'The Pink Sword' you can't miss it!" --- Lord Harmon raised one eyebrow at Luka, as if confused. "Of course I have prior dealings, I am a Lord of the Kingdom. We have to be in constant contact with the King whether I like it or not. But the dealings with my son are completely different." He rubbed his beard slowly as he contemplated. "Maybe you did not know, I thought it was a widely believed rumor in the city. I didn't mean to keep it a secret, but I'd rather the citizens not know about my own unrelated problems. But the wyvern is out of the bag now, and is roaring loudly. After the war, there was much more than taxation. The King requested a hostage, he promised to keep them safe as long as we behaved. From house Laguna he took no one; Lord Landon the poor coot already lost his wife and children in the last plague. From house Nohr he took the valiant Adam Nohr; a foolish young boy. After house Nohr supported the people in the Two Day Rebellion the King swiftly executed the boy, and took house Nohr's last child a young girl. And from me, they took my Kristoff." Lord Flamewaker had to take a deep breath, as his eyes shined as if he was about to cry. In his old age tears were dry and didn't fall anymore but he sure felt like crying. "However, that shouldn't affect your decisions citizen. I am the servant of the people, they have my son but that does not matter to the people. The lives of everyone in this city are more valuable than my Kristoff's. Is there anything else you need?"

"I'm on it, thanks Cass!" Emilee pats Cass' back as she passes by him and on to the other side getting closer to the wounded. Move to M7

"S-sparkly!?" Emilee looked behind herself, her face turning red. "You've been looking at places that you shouldn't, haven't you! Dirty perverted wyvern rider..." But before she did, Emilee went to help her ally who was also in danger. Move to N12, heal Clarisse

"Lucky~"

"Thanks for the help Cass." Emilee smiles at the bard, and gives another shot at healing Mandante. "We need you in fighting order!" Heal the Commander

"No, I was born in Hearthlight. Daddy was a craftsman, mommy was a blacksmith, grandaddy was craftsman and grandma was a teacher." The man sang this as if it was an epic story with dramatic flare. "None of them wanted me to open a clothes shop but I've got the third most successful tailor business in the city so hey. Look at me go!~" --- As Luka squeezed out of the crowd and into the arena, two guards stepped up with their spears pointed at him blocking entry into the dome itself. However the Lord called out to them. "Let the citizens come, if they have questions I will gladly talk to them today. I owe them that much." Harmon said, and the guards lowered their weapons. Harmon motioned towards one of the chairs that was now available. "You will excuse me if I don't get up, my old bones are starting to ache from all this business. What do you have to say citizen?"

"Come on captain!" Emilee stood over Mandante as she cast her healing spell slowly letting it surround the captain, and at the same time offering her hand to help the captain up. "No time to sleep, we have our job to do!" Move to M11 heal Mandante

Luka and Hoshiko managed to find their way into the Glass Dome. Stone steps lead up to the raised platforms that circled the dome itself. They found two seats; and they were quite hard to find. After all the arena was filled to the brim. The center of the Glass Dome was of course, made of glass. This glass has holes that extended out like megaphones towards the crowd making it easy to hear what was being said inside. The smoke they could see from outside was coming from a large hearth in the center of the dome inside the glass, and around the hearth were four seats. One of these was occupied by a man in robes similar to the robes of the tour guide they met earlier, except his were red, brown and gold. His ages showed in the wrinkles in his face, his bent back, and his large white beard. Yet they also showed wisdom. The door on the other side of the arena opened, and out came a large man. Like the already seated man he was old but his back wasn't bent, and his faced wasn't wrinkled. Standing large and proud he wore beautiful silk clothing with the colors of Dragao yet the way he carried himself made it seem like he would be better fit for armor. The crowd went silent as he entered. "People of Hearthlight, your King has arrived." He announced in a deep and commanding voice. With a long mantle and gold as his armor, the King entered the dome. He looked around the crowd with the greed of a dragon in his eyes. Or maybe was it disgust? But whoever met his gaze in the crowd would not keep it for long for the King struck fear in the people. Behind him was the sickly man who was outside and two guards. The king walked nearer to the hearth and took the middle seat, the large old man too the seat to his right while the sickly man took the left. "Ah, Your Highness welcome to Hearthlight." The seated old man said. "The city is made more repugnant with your presence." "Do you understand who you speak to!?" Furious the sickly man got up, one hand on the sword at his hilt. "You are insulting your king!" "Settle down Bertram." The large man ordered, and he did was he was told. "In war we do not forgive insults, but in diplomacy we are patient with our enemies. Lord Harmon Flamewaker, the city has healed well from the war." "Why yes General Garbhan, it has." Harmon answered, the tone of his voice sharp as knives. "It's been hard to repair the city since the last time you were here. I believe it was when you sieged the city and tore down our walls. Ah, but we're not here to discuss history if we were we would be in the college now wouldn't we how forgetful of me..." He rambled, feigning old age. "What matters are so important that the your highness had to leave the capital for." The king turned his gaze on Harmon, and began to speak. "The matters are simple, Flamewaker. The Kingdom of Dragao is fighting a war of utmost importance, all of the houses are generously contributing to the cause as is their duties as vassals of the crown. Your craftsmen will build weapons and armor for the armies of Dragao, and the men of fighting age will arm themselves and head for Cloudhome where they will be sent to war." "This all sound awfully familiar..." Harmon rubbed his beard as if trying to remember where he'd heard it before. "Ah yes your highness sent me a letter with all of this information. I carelessly dropped it in the fireplace where it burned, and in my old age I must have forgotten all about it! Well see your highness, the craftsmen are working hard to return the city's economy to what it was while the men are working on rebuilding the city. While I am sure this war is very important we simply do not have the men to spare." "Fool! You do not have the men because your house turned swords against me and attempt to kill me. You do not have the coin because your house betrayed their ancient vows and tried to take my throne. And yet I was kind enough to let you live." The King sighed, and a devilish grin appeared across his face. "In my kindness, I even took your son into my home at the capital. Kristoff has grown into a fine young knight. I wonder what would happen to him if you were to refuse my orders." Harmon's face went red with rage, he got up and spat into the hearth making the flames sizzle. "You come into my city, and threaten me, my people and you still have the nerve to threaten the son you took away from me?! To hell with you and your wars, to hell with you and your drafts," This got roar from the audience. People in the arena were up in their feet shouting insults, and curses at the king. "Harmon, further words would not be wise. Think of your people." The general advised, which seemed to calm down the noble. "We both know what happens when the armies of Dragao turn their eyes on Hearthlight. The city will not last if you rebel again, and your life will be forfeit. Your people will suffer a lot more if you rebel. And you can no longer hide behind neutrality. Do as our King commands, and Kristoff will return home safely." For a few moments it almost seemed like Harmon would give in. It almost seemed like he would say yes. "General Garbhan you and I are both wise men beyond our ages. Perhaps we are relics of times gone by. Of times with better Kings." Harmon turned his gaze upon Roswell. "Your Highness, I am not sure if you are familiar with how things work in this city. Now that you've presented your argument the people will vote on the matter. We will collect the votes, and if there is a tie or any doubt of fair representation we must repeat the process. In turn the tallying must be done again, and double checked. Matters here in the city are slow to decide. It could take a year or more to give you an answer! But the answer is at the very end, the answer of the people of Dragao." "Oh? Then let me speed up the process." Roswell got up from his seat and turned his gaze to the people of the audience again. "My most beloved people of Dragao, you too are citizens of this Kingdom. And this war has taken a lot out of it. So you must give back to the Kingdom, you too must sweat and fight for our noble cause. My beloved citizens you have until the month of Harvest to make your decision. And at the end of this sacred month, your decision will affect wether a glorious army leaves this city to destroy the savages in Caelum. Or wether a glorious army comes to behead Harmon Flamewaker." Roswell turned to Harmon with a smirk on his face. "My, I quite enjoy this form of politics. The people's lives aren't in your hands Harmon. It's your life that's in theirs. How fitting." With that said he made a signal. The two soldiers followed after Roswell as he left, followed by Bertram. "Harmon, from one relic of ancient times to another. Make the right decision. Rest assured that your son is safe and sound. He is an excellent fighter, I oversaw his training myself. May we meet under happier circumstances." And so the General left as well, leaving the Lord Flamewaker sat on his seat thinking hard on what to do next. The people were chattering all around. Some still optimistic were still talking down the King and call all of this a bluff. But most of the people were now worried, and were discussing wether giving in was the correct choice after all.

"Oh you wish to be evil, now do you? You look like quite the troublemaker." The shopkeeper grinned. He went behind the counter searching for something, humming and whistling as he worked. "Well my evil little boy, let me show you something." From under the counter he brought out a small case with several different shades of golden thread. "Special days like today, the arrival of Kings are very good for tailors like myself! Ah; to get the chance to marvel at the Capital fashion sent shivers down my spine. The lovely clothing they wear." He pulled out a particularly golden one that seemed to gleam in the light; even if it was just thread. "I believe this color was used in the King's garments. And the King is quite the intimidating man, believe me! My, I almost fainted from just the aura he brought when he rode through the central gates! This thread will surely make your enemies fear you!" --- The craftsman pointed North. "I am not sure what you plan to do, meetings are dull and uninteresting. Politics in this town tend to drag on and on and I'm sure not even a dragon would have patience for it all. It is traditionally held in the Glass Dome right in front of the college tower." The man sighed. "Sometimes I do not know if the Fiery Goddess still hears us. The High Priestess married the King, for sure under some devious trick. Maybe he has her locked up and that is why the Goddess won't listen to us. Dragons chew on that man, and swallow him whole."