You are Tristain d’Rusalka, a noble from the United Kingdom of Fodlan born with unique abilities bestowed upon you by the Goddess. You have journeyed across the sea to the desert kingdom of Morfis after receiving an invitation to join a mysterious competition. Though you know little of the trials that lie ahead, the winner of this contest has been promised the hand of Morfis’ Princess, Yulia Xan Phanes, in marriage. Seeking adventures, thrills, and battles that would be worthy of your might, you embarked on this strange voyage with nothing but your trusted axe.After surviving the deadly third round of the competition, you have made it to the top eight of Princess Yulia’s suitors. The final round consists of a tournament, which sees you up against the strongest warriors from four different nations. Whoever comes out on top shall be crowned the next King of Morfis. Do you have what it takes to rule?>Tristain d’Rusalka>Level 42 Wyvern Lord (EXP: 20/100)HP: 78/78 (130%)Strength: 42 (75%)Magic: 32 (50%)Speed: 29 (40%)Defense: 33 (70%)Resistance: 28 (50%)Luck: 29 (65%) >Skill: Resolve (When HP falls to less than 35%, Strength, Speed and Defense increase by 7)>Dragon-kin Wyvern (SPD based chance for Fionn to launch an ice attack, dealing ½ MAG Damage.)>Weapons: Silver Axe (+16 ATK), Bolt Axe (+14 ATK, Ranged, Targets RES), Dragon Axe: (+12 ATK. 3x Effective against wyvern riders.), Hammer (+8 ATK, 3x DMG vs Armor Knights), Devil Axe (+21 ATK, -20 HP when Used), Brigid Bow (+12 ATK, 15% Crit Chance) Iron Bow (+6 ATK),>Spells:Fire (+3 ATK, 5 Uses)Elfire (+7 ATK, 3 Uses)Wind (+3 ATK, 5 Uses, 3x DMG vs Flying, 5 Uses)Sacred Fire: (+12 ATK, 3x dmg vs. Terrors. 5 Uses.)>Abilities:Crest of Indech: You are able to make a follow-up attack on one foe, regardless of Speed. (4 Charges)Crest of Macuil: Double the damage of a magic spell. (3 Charges)Combat Art: Earthsplitter: Cleave all enemies standing two rows in front of you. (Cost: 1 Crest of Indech Charge)Combat Art: Throw: (Toss your weapon at an enemy and return it to your hand. Ranged attack.) (1 Crest of Indech Charge)Combat Art: Hit and Run: (Perform an attack that allows you to dodge the next harmful attack. Increases SPD by +7 for 1 turn. Costs 2 Crest of Indech Charges)Combat Art: Soulblade - Your next physical attack targets RES instead of DEF (1 Crest of Macuil Charge)>Items: Concoction x3 (+20 HP)>Gold: 1800>Tristain’s Party: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1mrlj-c7Oe51qIoat3LJfDSv0Bw2nmExQT2EqlKlWPGw/edit?usp=sharing>Combat Rules:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1m_UvIqCmBRzmrlu0mvttVkGRRI8bIkT6iTTrDR_J5zo/edit?usp=sharing>Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Sorcerer%20Kingdom
>>6350752“I’m sorry, I’m not quite sure I understand you.” Cyril finally says to you after some time. “And why did you include the part about you and the Dagdan sleeping in separate rooms?”The Fodlan ambassador has a look of apprehension plastered upon his face, though whether it was because he did not believe your story, or rather because you had not bothered to wash the blood and gore off your person following the third round’s conclusion, was unknown. Of course, you valued good hygiene as much as the next noble. But you could hardly contain your excitement upon finally leaving the Tower of Illusion. You rushed right back to the Embassy, where you’d found the Almyran sitting at a makeshift archery range that had been set up in the building’s backyard. Several of his knights were training their shots upon the range’s targets, but you ignored them. You’d “completed” Cyril’s task, and that meant you were to expect quite the reward from him. Right now, you were as giddy as a child the night before Saint Seiros Day.>“There’s really not much to talk about. Gyles tried cornering me with his foul magic, but he grossly underestimated me. That pathetic sorcerer was no match for my might. Unfortunately, I got carried away and wound up dicing him to pieces, hence I was unable to procure you his head. But fear not! I carry the Ichor Scroll, as well as Gyles’ own badge as proof of the dastard’s demise.”You plop the objects onto the table Cyril was sitting at with a dull thud. Cyril stares at the objects, perhaps in stunned silence. The only sound you hear are the twangs of the knight's bows, their arrows connecting with distant scarecrows.After some time, Cyril nods towards one of his adjutants, who runs back inside the building. The ambassador sighs as he turns up to regard you.“You know, when I gave you that task, it’s not that I expected you to die. If I did, I’d have never told you about Gyles in the first place. Rather, I expected Arios to get to him first. But I suppose something like an assassination isn’t exactly his speciality.”>“Well, you were right to trust me. He’d already escaped Arios’ clutches once. I’m sure he’d have done so again.” You chuckle, crossing your arms and nodding at your own barbed jab.“Right…” Cyril mutters. “Well, head or not, at least I have more than just your word here. When Gyles stole the Ichor Scroll, I lost more than a few of my men. I’m just glad that someone was able to bring him to justice.”>“May their souls rest in the embrace of the Goddess.” Of course, you hadn’t actually killed Gyles. As far as you knew, the man was probably still inside the tower, tirelessly pouring over the old writings of the Sorcerer King. But what Cyril didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. As long as ‘Gyles’ stayed hidden or chose a new identity, everyone should be happy. And you now had an Agarthan ally. Lying sure was great.
>>6350754>“So then, my reward?”Cyril lets loose the deepest sigh you’d seen yet. Any relief he’d felt as the retrieval of the Ichor Scroll was counterbalanced by the idea that he’d now have to part with his weapon. The Inexhaustible was not just the Sacred Weapon of Indech, it was also the man’s personal seal of authority from Archbishop Byleth herself. For the ambassador to part with such a thing could only be seen as an endorsement of the future reign of Tristain d’Rusalka. So much for the man’s impartiality. At the moment, the adjutant that he’d nodded at earlier returns to the backyard. In his hands was your prize. The Inexhaustible, in all its glory.“A deal is a deal.” Cyril mutters. He turns towards his man, and gives him the go-ahead you’d been waiting for. You recall your battle with Klement, which at this point, felt as though it were an eternity ago. The Bergliez Lord had mocked you for having never held your Crest’s weapon. He’d claimed it to be one of the greatest feelings in the world. At the time, you’d thought that to be somewhat of an exaggeration. Now though, holding The Inexhaustible in your hands, you see that his claim might not have been entirely far off. The fatigue in your body that you’d felt following the conclusion of the third round seemed to instantly vanish upon grabbing hold of the bow. A latent power you could have only ever dreamed of felt as though it were now surging inside you, making you seem almost weightless. The exhilaration you felt could almost be described as frightening. Wielding this weapon, it was as if there was no one in existence who could stop you. A dangerous notion.>You Received: The Inexhaustible (Bow, Equipped) (+11 DMG, +20 SPD, +10 LCK. Restores 20% HP every turn if user has Crest of Indech. Deals two consecutive hits if unit initiates combat. Cannot counter in close-range combat.)“Go ahead, take a shot.” Cyril says, gesturing towards the shooting dummies his knights were practicing on. His suggestion suddenly snaps you out of your power-induced stupor.>“Let me go get an arrow and-”“Don’t bother. You’ve got the Crest of Indech, do you not? You won’t need arrows. Just point at the target and draw the string back.”Puzzled, but with no desire to argue, you do as Cyril says, lining up your shot. The motion seems silly without a knocked arrow, but you follow through, pulling the string back.>“What is this?!” You exclaim in shock as an arrow of light is conjured upon the bow’s string. Gritting your teeth, you let the magically-conjured projectile fly at your target. Despite having only fired once, two arrows soar ahead. The training dummy is struck by both, exploding in a shower of straw and wood. The knights that had been at work cease their training at that moment, all to regard you in awe.“So it actually does do that.” Cyril nods in approval. “Never seen it myself. I’ve always had to use regular arrows.”
>>6350755>“Hahahaha! This is amazing!” You cheer, pumping your fists into the air with almost childlike glee. “The Inexhaustible is incredible! With this sort of firepower, Princess Yulia’s hand will assuredly be mine!”“It’s not yours. I’m only lending it to you. Remember?”>“Huh?” You are suddenly and quite rudely brought back to reality. Here you were having one of the greatest moments of your life just for this negative man to ruin it. “Is that what we agreed upon?”“Tristain.” Cyril says darkly. “I will lend you The Inexhaustible. I believe your service to the nation, as well as your status as a representative of Fodlan, earn you that much. As the only one of our contenders without a Heroes Relic or Sacred Weapon, I would prefer you wield it in order to maximize our chances of winning this tournament and establishing relations with Morfis. However, it is not mine to give. The only ones with that authority are Archbishop Byleth and her royal husband, Seteth. Upon the tournament’s conclusion, I expect you to return it, regardless of whether you win or not.”>A): I will return The Inexhaustible after the competition’s conclusion.>B): I will return The Inexhaustible after the competition’s conclusion. (cross your fingers).>C): Sorry, but I think I’ll be keeping this.>D): Write-in
>>6350757>>B): I will return The Inexhaustible after the competition’s conclusion. (cross your fingers).Tristain is back, Christmas is saved! Well, after the tournament there's gonna be a few more important fights for us... I'm sure Byleth would approve of using this bow to purge some Sages.
>>6350757>D): Write-in"Oh thats the issue? So just ask Archbishop Byleth if I can keep it."By the time the response gets back Tristain will be King.Cyril can't jump Tristain without interfering in the competition, which would be bad. If Tristain wins hes King and Cyril can't force it without starting a war. The way I see it hes kind of boned either way.Though Cyril IS the Authority of Archbishop Byleth in this land. His decision is Byleth's decision? Though clearly he doesn't quite feel that covers this. So he should just ask her.I guess my other idea would be that this land is clearly going to get into a civil war. He should be able to sense it having lived through the time before the Fodlan civil war. There are issues here that won't be resolved without one side killing the other, like Tartarus.
