The war of the kings
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Dark Knight Gafgar said:
So if Ramza buggers his sister while she's possessed by Altima, does that make it incest or a threesome?
Well, getting serious, it's not all out there RamzaxAlma. It could almost be considered canon if we think that incest wasn't uncommon in the middle ages and till I think 1700 or so, at least in europe. The 'purity of the blood' thing was pretty serious.
I don't remember where, but there was a civilization that needed the regent to marry at least one of his sisters.
Meinos Kaen said:
You have no idea. Actually, Wiegraf will still want revenge against Ramza, but for something else. After all, I guess he was more fanatical than his sister, if he believed that all of his men and himself dieing was going to do any good if they spilled 'even a drop of noble blood'. What I have in mind will be satisfying, I guess...
Meinos Kaen said:
Draveziovas said:
Subsequentially, it should be no suprise that the Inca no longer exist.
Garahs said:
Meinos Kaen said:
You have no idea. Actually, Wiegraf will still want revenge against Ramza, but for something else. After all, I guess he was more fanatical than his sister, if he believed that all of his men and himself dieing was going to do any good if they spilled 'even a drop of noble blood'. What I have in mind will be satisfying, I guess...
Garahs said:
He was still honorable before Miluda died and he joined that other group though.
"If by our deaths a single drop of noble blood shoulder water the earth, they shall not be in vain."
Dark Knight Gafgar said:
I preferred the original translation:
"A small stone may only make a small ripple at first, but someday it will be a wave."
"A small stone may only make a small ripple at first, but someday it will be a wave."
If I remember right it was implied that the real reason Rafa ran away is because Barrington had molested/raped her more then once and her brother wouldn't believe her.
So I would say that makes her a "Broken Bird".
This isn't a Necro so SHUT THE FUCK UP!... please. :mellow:
EDIT: Just call me the Wiki master Rafa info
So I would say that makes her a "Broken Bird".
This isn't a Necro so SHUT THE FUCK UP!... please. :mellow:
EDIT: Just call me the Wiki master Rafa info
Well, it seems that I had written some more for this and forgotten about it. Thank god for good fanfic reccomendations.
Btw, I need your help with this. Towards the end of the talk between Miluda and Ramza... I don't know, the feelings are conveyed, but I think something's off, probably the wording. Give me some critiques? Thanks.
"The head of one of the houses with the purest blood of the lands bedridden because of a group of peasant." The tall man commented as he laid eyes on his most trusted man, the covers of his bed outlining the shape of his body. "A sad sight."
"The Corpse Brigade is made up of veterans from the war. That's not something to forget, my lord. Tis what I did." Dycedarg slowly sat up in his bed, his injury giving him pain as he moved. "An injury such as this is a small price for carelessness."
"... Indeed." Larg nodded, shifting his gaze to the window. "I trust you know the reason for my visit."
"I'm not the only bedridden noble. The King's life is a burning candle, and the Queen's son was to be born anyway now." Dycedarg answered. "If I haven't heard of the birth of a heir yet, it's either because it was a female heir or..."
"Another dead heir." Larg continued as Dycedarg trailed off. "The King is in no condition to father another heir."
"... Goltanna wins, then?" Dycedarg narrowed his eyes, his back to Larg so that he could safely express his disapproval of such a thought. It also prevented him from seeing the small smile playing on the older noble's lips.
"Let him think so. It will make this easier." Larg chuckled darkly, walking so that he could face the now confused Beoulve again. "There's a way still. As long as the King still lives and the Queen's has ascendence over him. And she does."
"My lord, you mean..." Dycedarg knew the law well. In becoming the duke's advisor and aide, he had committed it to memory as they prepared for the King's death, and the subsequent opportunity. "My lord, there's no one we can trust-"
"Tis not about trust. As always, it is about control." Larg continued, interrupting his younger friend. ôAre you convinced that there's no one you know upon whom you can exercise that kind of subtle control, my friend?ö
Dycedarg paused. His eyes widened as realization fell upon him.
-I-
Miluda had fought by her brother's side in the war. She had survived bloody battles, sometimes thanks to their opponents. Because they had underestimated her because of her young age and gender. ôNgh!ö As her arms received yet another bash from the young Beoulve's shield, making her stagger back, she had the sensation of being in their same situation. 'No. That's impossible.' She wasn't that green. She couldn't have been underestimating someone who had already defeated her once, even if not in a one on one duel.
ôWhat's wrong, Miluda?ö The young cadet asked, cold eyes fixed on her as she raised her sword-bearing arm again. ôWhere did your will disappear to?ö
ô... I got plenty!ö She gritted her teeth and launched herself at him again. What had changed from the first minutes of battle? She could still see the cuts in his armor and clothes. Her magical enchantment had disappeared, but she still should have had the upper hand. For some reason, no one of his allies were interfering, even if many of her allies had fallen. It was one on one, and yet, after he had declared that talk was over, she hadn't managed to land a solid hit on him yet.
He hadn't done so either, limiting himself to bashing her limbs with his shield and meeting her assaults, blow per blow. He was completely on the defense, but he shouldn't have enough experience, enough resistance to resist her attacks this long. With a metallic sound, he stopped her blade with his own. ôIs this all the strength your hate lends you?ö Suddenly, his eyes narrowed. She flinched only a moment, it was enough for him to swing his shield-bearing arm.
ôUgh!ö He slammed her in the side of the face, her brain rattling inside her skull. She fell to the ground, stunned. She immediately feared for her life, in the haze. A decapitating hit usually followed this move.
ôYou're no better.ö None came, though. She regained her bearings. He was staring down at her. With disgust. She sneered at him. He was a liar. He wasn't different- ôYou're no better than Algus.ö
She stopped. She wasn't familiar with the name. ô... Who is Algus?ö
ôThe squire who was with us. The one who's no longer with us.ö She thought of the other time. Only one person was missing of the young noble's previous team. The one who-
Her eyes widened. ô... You dare.ö Her strength back, she grasped her sword and shield. ôYou dare!ö She jumped and delivered a vertical blow, to the ground. Ramza had doged with a simple sidestep.
'Good.' His taunt had worked, and good thing. He couldn't feel his hands and arms any more. He had been on the defensive too long. Duels weren't meant to last that much, especially not against a warrior of Miluda's experience. A knight who was glaring at him with all the fury she could muster.
ôI'm nothing like that cur!ö She was on him again, her anger making her imprecise, but her speed and strength now made up for it. He stopped another vertical strike by crossing shield and sword above his head.
ôYou both bear hate for people because of the family they were born into! Your own just happens to have less recipients! I say, you could look in a mirror and see him!ö Miluda cried out in anger and pulled back her arm. Ramza dropped to his knees, her blade ending up chopping through a few of his hair instead of his neck. This gave him an opening. He jumped forward, shield first and knocked the wind out of her and sent the warrior sprawling on the ground.
ôAaah!ö She lost the grip on her weapon as he stomped on her arm. He then kicked away the sword and planted his right foot on her chest, the tip of his blade now in her face. She nonetheless struggled to get free. She was so angry that she hadn't noticed that she had been the last to fall, nor that Cheelmy had stabilized her companions enough so that they wouldn't die. ôI'll make you eat your words!ö
ôYou may have done nothing wrong yourself. It is your place in the world that drives my hatred on. You bear the name Beoulve, and that name is my enemy!ö He raised his voice, his breath finally allowing to become ragged and show his fatigue. ôYour own words, Miluda! You're just as full as hate and prejudice as the person who called you a soulless animal because you weren't born a noble!ö
ôMy cause is righteous!ö He gritted his teeth and threw his weapon away, then bent down and grabbed the female knight by the scarf, much to her surprise.
ôYour cause misled you! Again!ö He barked in her face, angry at her resistance. Angry at her stubbornness. 'Please, let me save your life!' ôI know about your reasons! But you have to realize that all this hate is going to kill you all!ö
ôHate is all I have!ö She retorted back, angry. Then she froze. 'What...?'
'Father was right. As always.' ôMiluda, this was a hopeless cause from the start! You never had the numbers to oppose one Order of Knights, nor the strength! And even if you won against the Northern, you would have perished at the hands of the Southern!ö She gritted her teeth, staring at the ground.
ôThen, what were we supposed to do? Just take it laying down?!ö Her eyes stung. She was about to die, and now she couldn't even keep her dignity? ôJust wag our tails?!ö
ôYou're right! The nobles wronged you! Some kept their wealth, others like my father used it to rebuild Ivalice! But they still wronged you all!ö She slowly raised her eyes, keeping her tears in. She was slowly calming down, though. She wasn't gripping his wrists as strongly any more. ôDo you really want to give them their life?ö
ô... They will take it. Either by sword, or on the chopping block.ö She started whispering, seemingly having lost her will. Ramza slowly released her, noticing for the first time that she was quite tall. Taller than him. ôIf I can't run... I prefer to die fighting.ö
ôYou don't have to die.ö Ramza continued. He hoped that she could bring herself to believe him, this time. ôMy father is leader among the norths, and he understands your plight. I promise you clemency.ö
ôPrison still awaits.ö To that, he had no reply.
ôNo, not really.ö Delita made himself heard as he approached the two, Miluda slumping to the ground. ôThey don't have enough prisons to hold you all, not the money to keep you fed.ö The two turned to the dark skinned cadet, who had approached once he had understood that Ramza was all out of words. ôIf you surrender, they'll let you go once they strip you of armour and weapons.ö
Ramza let out a breath, nodding in thanks in Delita's direction. ô... I guess I'll take that chance.ö 'I was running for a chance to live, after all.'
The young Beoulve clenched his right hand in a fist, in a small sign of victory. He had succeeded. And again, he couldn't have done it without Delita's help.
Btw, I need your help with this. Towards the end of the talk between Miluda and Ramza... I don't know, the feelings are conveyed, but I think something's off, probably the wording. Give me some critiques? Thanks.
"The head of one of the houses with the purest blood of the lands bedridden because of a group of peasant." The tall man commented as he laid eyes on his most trusted man, the covers of his bed outlining the shape of his body. "A sad sight."
"The Corpse Brigade is made up of veterans from the war. That's not something to forget, my lord. Tis what I did." Dycedarg slowly sat up in his bed, his injury giving him pain as he moved. "An injury such as this is a small price for carelessness."
"... Indeed." Larg nodded, shifting his gaze to the window. "I trust you know the reason for my visit."
"I'm not the only bedridden noble. The King's life is a burning candle, and the Queen's son was to be born anyway now." Dycedarg answered. "If I haven't heard of the birth of a heir yet, it's either because it was a female heir or..."
"Another dead heir." Larg continued as Dycedarg trailed off. "The King is in no condition to father another heir."
"... Goltanna wins, then?" Dycedarg narrowed his eyes, his back to Larg so that he could safely express his disapproval of such a thought. It also prevented him from seeing the small smile playing on the older noble's lips.
"Let him think so. It will make this easier." Larg chuckled darkly, walking so that he could face the now confused Beoulve again. "There's a way still. As long as the King still lives and the Queen's has ascendence over him. And she does."
"My lord, you mean..." Dycedarg knew the law well. In becoming the duke's advisor and aide, he had committed it to memory as they prepared for the King's death, and the subsequent opportunity. "My lord, there's no one we can trust-"
"Tis not about trust. As always, it is about control." Larg continued, interrupting his younger friend. ôAre you convinced that there's no one you know upon whom you can exercise that kind of subtle control, my friend?ö
Dycedarg paused. His eyes widened as realization fell upon him.
-I-
Miluda had fought by her brother's side in the war. She had survived bloody battles, sometimes thanks to their opponents. Because they had underestimated her because of her young age and gender. ôNgh!ö As her arms received yet another bash from the young Beoulve's shield, making her stagger back, she had the sensation of being in their same situation. 'No. That's impossible.' She wasn't that green. She couldn't have been underestimating someone who had already defeated her once, even if not in a one on one duel.
ôWhat's wrong, Miluda?ö The young cadet asked, cold eyes fixed on her as she raised her sword-bearing arm again. ôWhere did your will disappear to?ö
ô... I got plenty!ö She gritted her teeth and launched herself at him again. What had changed from the first minutes of battle? She could still see the cuts in his armor and clothes. Her magical enchantment had disappeared, but she still should have had the upper hand. For some reason, no one of his allies were interfering, even if many of her allies had fallen. It was one on one, and yet, after he had declared that talk was over, she hadn't managed to land a solid hit on him yet.
He hadn't done so either, limiting himself to bashing her limbs with his shield and meeting her assaults, blow per blow. He was completely on the defense, but he shouldn't have enough experience, enough resistance to resist her attacks this long. With a metallic sound, he stopped her blade with his own. ôIs this all the strength your hate lends you?ö Suddenly, his eyes narrowed. She flinched only a moment, it was enough for him to swing his shield-bearing arm.
ôUgh!ö He slammed her in the side of the face, her brain rattling inside her skull. She fell to the ground, stunned. She immediately feared for her life, in the haze. A decapitating hit usually followed this move.
ôYou're no better.ö None came, though. She regained her bearings. He was staring down at her. With disgust. She sneered at him. He was a liar. He wasn't different- ôYou're no better than Algus.ö
She stopped. She wasn't familiar with the name. ô... Who is Algus?ö
ôThe squire who was with us. The one who's no longer with us.ö She thought of the other time. Only one person was missing of the young noble's previous team. The one who-
Her eyes widened. ô... You dare.ö Her strength back, she grasped her sword and shield. ôYou dare!ö She jumped and delivered a vertical blow, to the ground. Ramza had doged with a simple sidestep.
'Good.' His taunt had worked, and good thing. He couldn't feel his hands and arms any more. He had been on the defensive too long. Duels weren't meant to last that much, especially not against a warrior of Miluda's experience. A knight who was glaring at him with all the fury she could muster.
ôI'm nothing like that cur!ö She was on him again, her anger making her imprecise, but her speed and strength now made up for it. He stopped another vertical strike by crossing shield and sword above his head.
ôYou both bear hate for people because of the family they were born into! Your own just happens to have less recipients! I say, you could look in a mirror and see him!ö Miluda cried out in anger and pulled back her arm. Ramza dropped to his knees, her blade ending up chopping through a few of his hair instead of his neck. This gave him an opening. He jumped forward, shield first and knocked the wind out of her and sent the warrior sprawling on the ground.
ôAaah!ö She lost the grip on her weapon as he stomped on her arm. He then kicked away the sword and planted his right foot on her chest, the tip of his blade now in her face. She nonetheless struggled to get free. She was so angry that she hadn't noticed that she had been the last to fall, nor that Cheelmy had stabilized her companions enough so that they wouldn't die. ôI'll make you eat your words!ö
ôYou may have done nothing wrong yourself. It is your place in the world that drives my hatred on. You bear the name Beoulve, and that name is my enemy!ö He raised his voice, his breath finally allowing to become ragged and show his fatigue. ôYour own words, Miluda! You're just as full as hate and prejudice as the person who called you a soulless animal because you weren't born a noble!ö
ôMy cause is righteous!ö He gritted his teeth and threw his weapon away, then bent down and grabbed the female knight by the scarf, much to her surprise.
ôYour cause misled you! Again!ö He barked in her face, angry at her resistance. Angry at her stubbornness. 'Please, let me save your life!' ôI know about your reasons! But you have to realize that all this hate is going to kill you all!ö
ôHate is all I have!ö She retorted back, angry. Then she froze. 'What...?'
'Father was right. As always.' ôMiluda, this was a hopeless cause from the start! You never had the numbers to oppose one Order of Knights, nor the strength! And even if you won against the Northern, you would have perished at the hands of the Southern!ö She gritted her teeth, staring at the ground.
ôThen, what were we supposed to do? Just take it laying down?!ö Her eyes stung. She was about to die, and now she couldn't even keep her dignity? ôJust wag our tails?!ö
ôYou're right! The nobles wronged you! Some kept their wealth, others like my father used it to rebuild Ivalice! But they still wronged you all!ö She slowly raised her eyes, keeping her tears in. She was slowly calming down, though. She wasn't gripping his wrists as strongly any more. ôDo you really want to give them their life?ö
ô... They will take it. Either by sword, or on the chopping block.ö She started whispering, seemingly having lost her will. Ramza slowly released her, noticing for the first time that she was quite tall. Taller than him. ôIf I can't run... I prefer to die fighting.ö
ôYou don't have to die.ö Ramza continued. He hoped that she could bring herself to believe him, this time. ôMy father is leader among the norths, and he understands your plight. I promise you clemency.ö
ôPrison still awaits.ö To that, he had no reply.
ôNo, not really.ö Delita made himself heard as he approached the two, Miluda slumping to the ground. ôThey don't have enough prisons to hold you all, not the money to keep you fed.ö The two turned to the dark skinned cadet, who had approached once he had understood that Ramza was all out of words. ôIf you surrender, they'll let you go once they strip you of armour and weapons.ö
Ramza let out a breath, nodding in thanks in Delita's direction. ô... I guess I'll take that chance.ö 'I was running for a chance to live, after all.'
The young Beoulve clenched his right hand in a fist, in a small sign of victory. He had succeeded. And again, he couldn't have done it without Delita's help.