FE Quest: Silver Scales of the Past - Part 30

>You are one of three characters: Samson, a spoiled bard, Dyrus, an axe-wielding rebel's son, or Rene, an orphan adopted by a high-ranking Director of an ominous empire, now a prepromoted archer-lancer. POV will rotate between them on a thread-by-thread basis, with a HIGHLY unlikely chance that someone else might someday take a chapter.

>These protagonists' motivations and goals will very likely come into conflict with one another's.

>Character Death is always a possibility and sometimes an inevitability (this is Fire Emblem after all), but your actions can very easily influence who lives and who dies.

>Voting periods will last an average of ten to fifteen minutes, but this may be increased, decreased, or generally changed at any given moment based on voter turnout.

>Write-ins are encouraged.

>The previous threads are archived on suptg under "Silver Scales of the Past," and a pastebin summarizing each one's events will be provided at the start of the next, like so: pastebin.com/EJH9LkJW

>A list of all current summaries and threads: pastebin.com/E9sXAcBx

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>Preempting any memesters in the audience tonight. /qst/ is a trial board, and I am not currently under any obligation to migrate there.

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"My, my, it's been awhile," Marduk remarks at the sight of Dyrus and Belle. "I didn't realize you two were acquainted. Small world, huh?"

"...hello, Marduk." Belle responds, rather tersely.

"Hear you two were around Rene awhile," the eldest wyvern-riding sibling says. "She mad at me?"

"Enough to lash out at Omar a little," Dyrus responds.

"I see..." Marduk shuts his eyes. "Understandable after I literally put a spear in her back, I guess... No turning back now, though. Know I wouldn't for the world..."

Samson, meanwhile, continues doing as he has been doing: doubting himself and his worthiness as a commander. Still, though, he's set to meet up with Adelais Dory. "Play nice" with her certainly means his fleet will be turned over to her in all but name, and he still has no idea what to expect out of her as a person.

You are now Samson, set to arrive at Eyve Island, an isle about as far Southeast from Briggid Island as one can get without being considered outside of the subregion, in a few short hours.

For your father, you tell yourself, for your father...

Fabrice is keeping to himself belowdecks, planning plans, Edwyg and Dinah are training together, and Adam is regaling Millie and Norman with a seafaring anecdote.

>A. Talk to a party member (specify)
>B. Skip to arrival

>A. Talk to a party member (Fabrice)

You seek out Fabrice, figuring you could stand to either brainstorm or act as a sounding board for his ideas, whichever works out.

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"Ah, Samson," he says, "hold a moment, I just need to reapply my face... I said don't come in!" He glares, in the midst of applying something or another before a hand-mirror. At a table below him is a map of the Coastal region at large, coupled with one of the Briggid subregion. Tiny flags, pins, markings made in some sort of makeup or another...

"Relax, man, I've seen you in prison locked away from all your pretty-making things," you say, a bit snappier than you might have intended. "Now, I'm here to talk longterm plans, not bother you about-" Your eyes widen as you finally become aware of the aroma of some very strong perfume. "Gods, man, these ships have windows!"

"Sorry, sorry... I did warn you not to just barge in when I'm not yet beautiful."

"Can we move past this now? Alright, cool, what're you puzzling out here?"

"Merely weighing out the pros and cons of this little... Venture you've set us on. Setting my biases for getting onto the mainland quickly, we need to anticipate just how long Oswald Dory intends to hold his hostage. Certainly, the earliest will be the signing of Hera's death warrant, but he may improvise any number of reasons to prolong Lazare's involuntary visit..."

>A. Not much you can do if that happens
>B. You won't let him squeeze more demands out
>C. What would [Fabrice] have us do about it, huh?!
>D. Write-in response
>E. ...

Er, vote time renewed. Bit late to the punch of saying that, but yeah.

And renewed again.

>B. You won't let him squeeze more demands out

"If this Oswald Dory tries to push us any further than he already has, then our alliance is off. We're supporting his daughter's campaign until Director Hera, a mutual opponent, is defeated, he's returning my father to us, and then we're never associating again."

"And... if he doesn't, I'm saying."

"Then... I'm sure father would understand."

Fabrice goes to pat your shoulder, only to spot some sort of stain on your clothes right where he was about to pat, hover his hand over it awkwardly for several seconds, and then wipe his hand off on a handkerchief anyway. "Yes, good. Do not let them squeeze any more out of you." He groans. "Honestly, it's troubling enough that knights such as myself and Dinah can only sit idly by and negotiate with these mobsters... At least Dinah's enjoying herself with the axe-knight, I suppose." Fabrice sighs. "Semi-but-mostly-unrelated point. Should I lower my standards? Sometimes I think love might be lost to my high-strungness."

"Who would you be if not a high-maintenance neat freak?" You ask. "A high-end tactician of the scrappy young kingdom, I'm sure the uh... Er... yeah, back home they'll be all over you!"

"What was with the pause there? You weren't being facetious, are you?"

"Er, what? No, no, I was just not sure if..."

"Not sure if what, Samson?" Fabrice asks, cocking an eyebrow.

Lord, you could use a diversion right now.

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A pegasus scout bursts in.

"Gods, can people not KNOCK anymore?" Fabrice asks.

"Sorry, sirs," she says, "but... Eyve island is under siege."

"Wait, what?" Fabric asks. "Who is-" He interrupts himself to clasp closed his mirror-"oh, that's a silly question. How many of Hera's people are down there?"

"Er... None, sir," she responds. "From what we could see, it's mostly... Skeletons?"

"Bonewalkers," Fabrice says dejectedly.

>A. How many?
>B. Let's hurry!
>C. No need to rush
>D. Write-in response
>E. ...

Renewed again. I keep not noticing when 15+ minutes have passed.

>A. How many?