[Ethlyn hadn't had much time to think about what was through the portal, not with their fairy guide chivvying them along so urgently. It hits her when the heat does--like an enormous weight pressing down from her scalp down through her entire body, her feet sinking slightly into the ground.
The desert.
Her breath catches in her throat. The light, the heat, the scent of baking sand fills her senses. Instantly she looks up and winces away from the sunlight, but the sky is empty. Of course it is. This is another world. It isn't Aed.
All the same, she's glad to have a physical excuse to be sweating.]
R-right... right. [She brushes her bangs out of her eyes and squares her shoulders.] They're just ruins. It's nothing to worry about.
[That ignores what their fairy guide said about beings, but Ethlyn is less worried about ghosts than she is about more tangible foes. Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to step forward into the abandoned town.]
II. Turn every stone
[The town is sad and desolate. Ethlyn gets the feeling, as she moves through the sandswept streets and homes, that she is walking through an open coffin. She keeps expecting to see bones peeking out from the drifts and rubble.]
This place has been empty for years... but it seems as though the people who lived here may have escaped whatever happened to make them leave it. I don't see--I don't see any remains, do you?
[Or perhaps you find her inside one of the dusty houses, she finds one of the little watches with the square glass face and jumps when her touch awakens its voice. A device like their amulets?]
What--what is this? Is this the only message?
[She begins poking at it, prodding it, trying to make it work the same way as her amulet does--this technology is unfamiliar to her, but there must be some method to have it give more.]
III. Those who come at night
[The temperature has dropped precipitously with the sunset. Ethlyn often wondered if ghosts are real or the product of fear and imagination... now she has her answer.
She wishes more than ever that she had brought her Light Brand with her. Her plain iron sword seems inadequate against these unearthly souls, and she's not keen to be wounded again. So while she keeps her sword unsheathed, she doesn't get closer--except if she sees someone else who looks like they need help.]
Are you all right?! Hurry--we need to keep away from these--these spirits.
Ethlyn | Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War | OTA
[Ethlyn hadn't had much time to think about what was through the portal, not with their fairy guide chivvying them along so urgently. It hits her when the heat does--like an enormous weight pressing down from her scalp down through her entire body, her feet sinking slightly into the ground.
The desert.
Her breath catches in her throat. The light, the heat, the scent of baking sand fills her senses. Instantly she looks up and winces away from the sunlight, but the sky is empty. Of course it is. This is another world. It isn't Aed.
All the same, she's glad to have a physical excuse to be sweating.]
R-right... right. [She brushes her bangs out of her eyes and squares her shoulders.] They're just ruins. It's nothing to worry about.
[That ignores what their fairy guide said about beings, but Ethlyn is less worried about ghosts than she is about more tangible foes. Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to step forward into the abandoned town.]
II. Turn every stone
[The town is sad and desolate. Ethlyn gets the feeling, as she moves through the sandswept streets and homes, that she is walking through an open coffin. She keeps expecting to see bones peeking out from the drifts and rubble.]
This place has been empty for years... but it seems as though the people who lived here may have escaped whatever happened to make them leave it. I don't see--I don't see any remains, do you?
[Or perhaps you find her inside one of the dusty houses, she finds one of the little watches with the square glass face and jumps when her touch awakens its voice. A device like their amulets?]
What--what is this? Is this the only message?
[She begins poking at it, prodding it, trying to make it work the same way as her amulet does--this technology is unfamiliar to her, but there must be some method to have it give more.]
III. Those who come at night
[The temperature has dropped precipitously with the sunset. Ethlyn often wondered if ghosts are real or the product of fear and imagination... now she has her answer.
She wishes more than ever that she had brought her Light Brand with her. Her plain iron sword seems inadequate against these unearthly souls, and she's not keen to be wounded again. So while she keeps her sword unsheathed, she doesn't get closer--except if she sees someone else who looks like they need help.]
Are you all right?! Hurry--we need to keep away from these--these spirits.
IV. Wildcard!