Thread: Fire Emblem: A New Revolution (Esyel & Beautiful Disgrace's 1x1)

Katlynn had her bow drawn and at the ready to shoot the closest bandit, but before she did, a perfect stranger came out of nowhere and stepped in between her and the ax wielding buffoon, who stopped in his tracks before he accidentally beheaded himself on that sharp looking sword. Katlynn could only see the strangers back, his cloak elegantly falling in place now that he was being still. For a few short moments, there was silence after he spoke his words. Ugh...fine. But I assure you, lass. If you were the one who stole from us, you will pay for it at some point or another. The man slowly stepped away from the stranger. He seemed to be scared of him. Even if he didn't know who he was...he was definitely intimidating. As the trio walked away, Katlynn sighed and then slowly pulled back her bow, taking the arrow and placing it back in it's quiver that hung at her side. Umm... Katlynn waited for the stranger to turn to her. Oh...so that was why they ran with their tales between their legs. This man was..absolutely..well..those muscles were...ah...it seemed like Katlynn was completely stunned by the man's physique as her eyes slowly looked him up and down. Then up again so that she was looking at his face now. Oh, he was handsome too. Thank you for the help, but I didn't need it. Okay, well I did..but...you didn't have to do that for me. The woman was not used to having anyone come to her rescue. For as long as she knew, everyone wanted her dead...especially when they noticed that strange marking..on her tongue. She put away her bow and then untied a pouch from her belt. She took a few gold pieces out of it and then tied it back on person. Slowly she approached him, holding out her hand. Here...for the trouble. Katlynn's face was turned away while she offered him payment. She could not bare to look at her handsome hero. She wondered who he was, and why he was out here. As she spoke, Soren came into view. The first thing he noticed were those tattoos..no markings. So that was what this was about? This woman probably didn't do anything..except be what he knew she was. Soren had run into his kind occasionally, though they usually chose to seclude themselves from others. He was fortunate that his brand could easily be mistaken as the mark of a spirit charmer. But her...it was only too obvious. She didn't know what it was about? So maybe she didn't know what she was. It wasn't his place to educate her about her lineage, so for now, Soren pushed his theory to the back of her mind. Suddenly he began to feel the wind pick up around her body. She wasn't even...using a spellbook? No. Stop that. Soren ordered as he approached her. I'm not going to hurt you, so don't go attacking me with that strange magic that isn't coming from a spellbook. The last time he had seen someone able to cast magic without a book, was the last time he saw Micaiah...the light priestess who could heal by sacrificing her own health. Though this was clearly different. Hmmph. He looked her up and down and wondered if she could even control it. Do you just summon wind like that? Or do you have a spell book? Seems like a spell book would be easier for you to channel that magic through. It seems pretty unstable the way it is now.