Unto The abyss

"Fine by me. Let us send these monsters back to their graves." Armad growls as he draws his sword. "ONWARD ALTEMIRE!" He yells as the horse charges towards one of the fighters. (The one with the lowest health.)

People???? Where hath thou gone?

*shrugs*

Soooo whose turn?

Ok so from the games i remember Chron'Sin to be rather peaceful. Climate wise though i cant be certain.

Ummmmm Chron'sin is which one?

Soooo i just realized that this army is an army of young adults and teenagers Oldest is 26 Majority is around 19-21 Youngest is 16

"True....but its still blistering cold" Faaron said. "So where are you from? You seem rather fine with this temperature? I myself am from Nazirr"

"No I havent, nor have i heard of that helping... Ill give it a try....Thank you" Faaron says as he does just that. He looked at Maggie. "Tell me why people live in this type of environment agagin? This climate is absolutely ghastly"

Faaron looked at Maggie. Somewhat surprised to be confronted at all. "Uhhh...." He seemed to be putting together her name with her face "Maggie.....right? Well....Ive been better ill tell you that." He replied. "Im not sure how well ill be able to play my instrument at this rate." Unlike Maggie, Faaron was shivering a lot.

That sounds like something you would hear during a Cards Against Humanity game... Tiredness + Discussion = _____________

Just found out about Fire Emblem: Fates... Im already in love.

sooooo tired

"I was not part of that crusade and I wish to have no connection to those hellion." Armad replies, spitefully. "However, I suppose its only fair that you wouldn't trust me... My ancestors bestowed that fault upon me so I Guess i should try to fix that... for starters I'll just say...Im sorry for all the grief our people have caused you and I do hope we can come to terms one day." He says before he returns his attention to the road ahead

Armad seems taken aback. "Its because I see my duty as protecting the princess to be the ultimate form of justice and would gladly give my life up to protect the throne. However that job becomes difficult when spies" he puts a lot of emphasis onto this word as he is now suspicious of the taguel for being one, "thieves, and assassins slip through the cracks. So i suppose in summary i hold concern for those who hold the throne because i fear that without them i am lost." He looks ahead. "And now its your turn, taguel? Why do you ask such a question?"

Armad, currently on his horse, turns his attention to the taguel. "Aye it is, and yours was Yany, correct?" He rreplied, Faaron wasnt fareing any better than Alexander, having a bit more of a sheltered life he never really went out in the cold. "This is ridculous..." He muttered to himself as he too shivered in the cold. He eventually pulled out a traveling cloak and put it on over his clothes. Putting the hood up.

Armad grimaces at the response. "Not exactly what I was hoping to hear... Im still going to keep an eye on then until I'm absolutely positive that your right." he replies before he gets back onto his horse and then making sure the soldiers are ready to move as well.

Who are we waiting for?

Never look up something that someone tell you to. Especially when it just sounds obligatory........

O_O Never again shall I travel to the dark side of the internet again... *Abyss shivers in fear as he hide in a corner*

Faaron quietly returned to his tent. "What kind of group is this?" He muttered to himself. "They all seem intrigued by eachother... Should i be impressed? Fires burn and blades cut while axes split and spears pierce... Nothing too interesting about that. Its just logic..." He mutters clearly not seeing the big picture or filling the blanks with personality. He sighs as he lays down and stares at the top of his tent. "At least they can smile...."

Armad continues keeping a close eye on people. Eventually he walks up to Reiner when he can find a chance to at least speak quietly with him. "Please tell me you have checked each of theses..... Mercenaries for their backgrounds. I dont want any people who are a threat to the princess slipping through the cracks." He whispers

Armad... Being his usual suspicious self walks about the group of people, examining them from a distance, watching for any suspicious actions.

Now in my defense i didnt think of it till Scrap brought it up.

Exactly