FE Quest: Silver Scales of the Past - Part 50

>You are one of three characters: Samson, a spoiled bard, Dyrus, an axe-wielding prince crowned by a successful rebellion, or Rene, an orphan adopted by a high-ranking Director of an declining Empire, now an archer-lancer-Empress. POV will rotate between them on a thread-by-thread basis.

>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/FQygeFk3

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

>Our update Twitter is qmgrandflocto, and we have an ask.fm also under ask.fm/qmgrandflocto

>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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Samson pleas for the end of the fight between Rene and Dyrus, if purely because neither he nor any of his companions has any desire to die this day. At this point, fighting Xouide is just so... It's left all of them numb.

Prince Dyrus, along with his mother, Queen Hautclere, and the rest of their army advances on their home castle, intent on taking it back from Dyrus' elder sister whatever it takes. The Empire needs to die, and Rene's warp pendant-wielding sister has gone through all the trouble of bringing all of its remaining fighting-able supporters into one place for the truest final stand of the Gerxel. Swinging his axe around in practice under the watchful eye of his elderly grandfather, Dyrus grows ever more resolved to see this through to the end.

Rene, tending to matters in her new home, receives a report from a pegasus-mounted scout. "Empress," the person says, "Xouide's advance is... Behind schedule, significantly. We think it's meeting resistance in the mountains South of here."

"It will overpower them in due time," she says, more than a little annoyed with the fact that someone is continuing to give her all this trouble, "what about Hautclere?"

"She and her son are... About a day away from the city," the scout says, "and they've brought an army larger than our own. Should you... recall Xouide?"

"No..." Rene shakes her head, "even if I had it return now, the battle would be long decided by the time it showed up with reinforcements. Our own manpower will have to suffice."

"Don't worry, Rene, we can turn this around!" Saye reassures her, pumping a fist.

"I'm all the monster-making we'll need to kick the shit outta these troublemakers," Kristina declares.

Ludwig simply flips another page in his tome, while Cicero, Veiz, and Alfred share resolute looks.

"All of you..." Rene nods, raising the Staff of Katri to cheering. "The Empire does not die here!"

>A. Rene
>B. Dyrus
(chosen perspective WILL impact the ending)

>A. Rene

You are now Rene, reflecting in the still-undisturbed chambers of your biological father.

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A lot of people have fallen in your path, you recall. People who you should have called... Close. August, the honorary elder brother who kept you company in your formulative years. Thinking of him, you remember his resolve, how he built a kingdom from nothing over little more than a decade, left no heirs, but still managed to create a stable enough state that it's survived much of a war without him. You make his ambition your own.

Laurise, your actual, biological younger sister. That Darren fellow spoke once of his granddaughter's gifts, that she never once let her ordinariness prevent her from achieving brilliance, defying a fate of being the lesser twin. Even naturally brilliant Dyrus would sometimes bemoan himself as unable to live up to her example. You make her brilliance your own, planning to utterly defy the fate that has spelled out the Empire's death.

Chiffon, an honorable Director whose means to an end ran an unfortunate clash with your own. His only desire was to ensure the future of his people. In honor of him, and for the sake of your friend, Saye, you named the Garou Valley the first site of Xouide's conquest.

People will call you evil for all you've done. They already have, and some still do.
But you've known your priorities all along. Those who don't understand can get out of your way or they can DIE.

Tears stain the pages of one of Xerxes' old novels as you recall the father who raised you, Waldrick. You recall your aunt-figure, Hera. You remember kindly Omar, and late Emperor Ximeno, going out of his way to tutor you (neither of you could have known about your blood relation, and yet he treated you like his own. You miss Lyka). In their memory, you will take back every bit of Imperial soil your wretched mother has stolen!

>A. Talk to someone (specify)
>B. Skip ahead
>C. Switch to Dyrus [LAST CHANCE]

>A. Talk to someone (Veiz)
Is Rene actually able to get any use out of the Staff of Katri, or does her class not being a staff-user prevent that, bloodline be damned?

She can use it, though not as well as Hautclere or even Dyrus would be able to due to her lack of training/generally low magic stats. Blame it on her abrupt class change in the pastebin if you want.

She could use it to focus all of the strength deterioration on a single stat for a single opponent, like luck or magic or something, and use it as a fantastic staffbot because it's just that great for healing, but that's about it.

Looking out over a balcony, Veiz turns to her sister as she approaches, a frown on her face.

"What's ailing you, Veiz?" You ask, looking at her with concern.

"I just..." She rests her elbow on the railing and chin in her palm, looking back out over the city, "I still think we're in over our heads. An Empress at twenty-one..."

You shake your head. "August... King Augustus, he set off to become king of the independent territories when he was just sixteen, and had succeeded by the time he was only a few years older than me."

"But Rene..." Veiz turns towards you again, a serious expression on her face, "we killed him, remember? With overwhelming numbers?"

"...and that's where the two of us differ," you assure her, "I'm not going to underestimate the might of our opponents enough to rush out to my death without proper preparation."

"Do you think, maybe, it would be wise to abandon the castle for now, remain close to Xouide? We'd be invincible then, and..."

"No," you shake your head as you respond to your still-quite-shaken sister, "we've run enough. This is when we remind the rebels of their place."

"Of... Of course," Veiz says, detaching herself from the rail, turning to face you, and bowing towards you, "forgive me, sister. I've sworn to follow your will and word, and yet I keep questioning you like this..."

>A. Just don't do it again
>B. So long as nothing comes of her doubts
>C. Remind her that she's on thin ice
>D. She has a point, even if you disagree
>E. Write-in response
>F. ...

And...

>G. Say more to Veiz (write-in dialogue)
>H. Talk to [specify who else]
>I. Skip forward

Also, fair warning. Though obviously chances of victory are slanted in the favor of the POV character, there will be opportunities to fuck up immensely and lose things for them anyway. Would've given this warning sooner, but character limit stopped it from being in the starting post.

>E. "There's nothing to forgive. Empress or not, you're still my dear sister and I'll always welcome your counsel, even if I won't always agree with it."
>J. Sibling hug

>H. Talk to Cicero

Fucking rogue backspace ate the post while I was shaving it below character limit. Lovely.