I am writing this journal as a log of the occurrences that have happened and will happen throughout the duration of General's Caesar's legion being trapped in this strange world. I shall be as detailed as I dare, and this should prove to be a most reliable source for remembrance or education. I am sitting here now in a fort that we have managed to capture upon our arrival, and have been researching all I can about where we are. However, the most grueling question that I cannot seem to discover an answer to is... How did we get here?
In my attempts to perceive a clue at this, I think back to the moments I last remember before our location changed worlds. All of us were there; General Caesar, Felix, Milan, Beatrix, Lancelot, Esmeralda, myself, and all our troops. I had made a sound strategy and we were on our way to ambush the Prince Marth that had been putting up relentless resistance. It had begun to snow hard, a blizzard in the eyes of most people. We made our way to the hidden cave tunnels of Orleans, and were very close to reaching our target area, where we would initiate our attack. I remember hearing the General's words, and his command to charge. However, from what my memory has savored, there was a blinding light, and I heard Esmerelda and others scream. When the light faded, an inspection of the area confirmed that we were no longer in Orleans. We were outside, there was no blizzard, and the landscape did not match the map. Not one of us knew what had happened.
The General was about to send out scouts, when another strange thing happened. A mysterious woman appeared before us, claiming that she knew what had happened. She wore red, and concealed her face with an odd mask of sorts. Strangest of all, the snow melted where she stepped. She said that we had been brought to a new world, and that we had arrived in a country called Estarcia. One odd thing I noticed was that she knew we were from Archanea, though I chose not to address it, seeing as her information would be useful. She informed us that this 'Estarcia' was a "vile, evil land, ruled by despicable tyrants". She went further on so tell us that a way home existed. According to her, a sacred artifact lies in the head temple of this country. If we conquer this country, thus freeing the innocent people, and bring this artifact back to where we first appeared in this land, then the woman will send us home.
So, my initial question must remain officially unanswered, for I do not know how exactly we arrived in this land. However, there is a hope for us, in the news the woman delivered. Nothing is guaranteed by this claim, but the thought of evil ruling over this country angered the General, it was easy to tell. Whether the woman's claim that she can send us home is true or not is irrelevant. The General clearly has his mind set on saving this country. I shall allow him to have this goal for himself. I feel no moral obligation to aid those I know not a thing about. The goal I was given was clear: Secure the Fire Emblem.
Journal Entry : 030125-2 : The FEF Host Club New Years Eve Party
I have been working very hard for a while now now, and after everything that has just happened, I found myself in need of a nap. I cannot be at peek performance if my eyesight plays tricks on me, especially while researching. I gave a command to a subordinate to awake me within one hourglass' cycle, and he did just so. I am awake enough to proceed with my work, however, while I was asleep, I had a very strange dream.
In this dream, I was looking out over a city while snow was falling. Ahead of me was a relatively attractive castle. I eventually approached the castle and went into it. Inside the room I went into, were many decorations for a party. At first there were not many people, but in time more and more made their way into the room. As I listened to these people speak, I was able to discover that this party was being thrown by a "Host Club" in celebration of the new year.
There were various people of note. One of them was an eloquently dressed man with a turban who seemed to be of importance to the location, given the way people looked at him. He made his way over to an orange-haired who was accompanied by a blonde woman, and referred to him as the "hostmaster". By this title, I can only presume that it meant he was the leader of the "Host club". The three of them conversed for a while until more people came up to them. A pair of... catlike females, one of them carrying their shoes. Another then approached, who had the majestic wings of a hawk. I have never seen such half animal, half human creatures before. They were indeed intriguing to gaze upon.
Elsewhere, a group had come together at a bar, it looked like. At first there was just two boys, but soon there came another boy who seemed rather important to one of two boys who was already at the bar. I.. found their relationship difficult to understand. Then a girl came who had the same color hair as the man in the turban. She did not converse with the turbaned man, but they looked very much alike. A woman then joined the group, her attire suggesting a holy status, perhaps a priestess. Then a man came with the blackest of black hair. From here, many things went on at once, and the party seemed to pick up greatly.
Several individuals began to dance, and many continued to drink... even the holy woman. Two people in particular seemed to be doing a lot of drinking; a red-haired girl and the boy with the odd relationship to the other boy. Outside from the party, several people talked amongst themselves. I could only gather that they were part of the same organization, some sort of "watch". They eventually went inside and joined the frivolity.
There was also this... I find this odd to say. There came in perhaps the most incredibly cute little girl. Her presence was noted by quite a few, and there were many laughs at her side of the party. Near her were two other men, again with an odd relationship that I could not make certain. One of them seemed... not human.
Elsewhere an interesting event occurred. In a room away from the party a man in red armor suddenly appeared and fell to the ground. He seemed as shocked as we were, when we first arrived to this strange world. This man ran into a different man, who informed him that he was in a place called "Learania", instead of the world he knew. This event perplexes my thoughts, greatly.
Within the party even more had arrived. I dared not take note of them all. However, they were all enjoying themselves. There was, however, one incident where a fight broke out. It seemed that there was three people who knew each other. One of them had brought an axe and pointed it in a red-haired man's face. The two then fought for a moment before the axe-wielding man was cast out of the castle by dark magic, from a boy I saw earlier, after a piercing scream from some girl. ...Peculiar moment, at best.
In the later moments of the party, the hostmaster was addressed by a girl with black wings, saying that she had some sort of proposition. Apparently she owns a club of her own, and suggested that their two clubs have a sort of competition, for charity. They then went into ridiculous repercussions, that I shall not repeat...
The party went on, but suddenly the most horrid song I have ever heard began to be sung. I could not even understand the words to it. It was if some drunkard with a thick accent was singing it. In any case, the last thing I remember seeing was the turban man departing from the party. After that, I was woken up. ...I will admit that I have never before had such an odd dream, but at the same time I cannot help but feel as if it actually happened...
That, of course, is simply preposterous!
Journal Entry : 030125-3 : Veni, Vidi, Vici
The time has come to make my report on our capture of the fort we are now in. It was a swift battle. All squads were involved. Milan and I moved toward the back, Felix to the east, Lancelot to the west, and Esmerelda, Beatrix and the General assaulted the front. As predicted, the enemy focused toward the front, allowing for the other squads to make their way to their destinations.
...However, Lancelot, being the reckless oaf that he is, did not quite do as was ordered. His actions caused the crashing of several of his men into the walls and caused massive damage to both the exterior and interior of the fort. It was most successful in taking out a great deal of archers, but the goal was to seize the fort, not to tear it down. His irrationality infuriates me, constantly.
In response to this, the enemy became quite hectic, and tactics such as oil and fire bombs were used. Their remaining archers and magicians continued to pick off units from the other squads. However, Beatrix, being positioned within the majority of the troops, was able to keep many from dying. Her location was strategically planned.
By this time, Milan and I made it around the back of the fort. As Milan continued on to the back door, and I discovered a weak spot in the wall of the old fort, and created my own way in. My men proceeded to rush inside and finish off all those who resisted. Milan also forced her way inside and sought out the leader of the fort. She quickly found him. Outside of the fort, Esmerelda continued to pick off the enemy archers, and Caesar ensured that the troops remained strong. Unfortunately, Beatrix lost another lieutenant. This always brings most displeasure for all of us.
Inside, Milan quickly subdued the enemy leader and the General hastily made his way inside to meet him. When I was finished, I also made my way to the General. When I entered, I was shocked to hear that this worm of a leader was actually being allowed to join them. Moments earlier I had discovered that there were explosives planted at the front entrance and that there were poison jets in the front hall. The man called Ezekiel is truly is a vile man with arcane tactics. However successful they are, they are reckless and though I cannot sympathize with what the General means, he says they are without honor. He has never approved of them. I suggested the man be brought to Lancelot, and thus he was taken. Were he respectable, one could pity him.
After that, I locked myself away in a study and began my research. That is how we have come to this place. I am now nearly completed forming my plan, and will soon present it to the others. We will soon be on our way to war, and we will come out the victors.
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Journal Entry : 030125-5 : Lavishly at the Lakeside
The journey east proves slow. I had anticipated as much, but thankfully we are able to move around the thickly forested areas. The largeness of our forces and the snow slows us, be we are on schedule. We take breaks as needed and I am able to catch a quick nap to make up for my lack of sleep from planning. I do not know what it is about this land, but my dreams have become very strange. Allow me to clarify what I mean.
In the beginning of one of my dreams, I am looking at a fair sized lake, and it is frozen from the coldness. People are upon the ice, gliding across it on strange footwear I have never before seen. A dunce of a red-haired man plows right into a tree. Another man chases after a wolf. He is soon confronted by a pale man, and they begin to skate together... I then realized that the two of them were a pair from my other dream, that I could not mentally understand. Elsewhere on the lake, there are a pair of odd winged folk, throwing snowballs at one another. A young boy moves slowly, looking very troubled. An elegant girl performs dazzling moves around the lake.
The young boy goes over to the girl and refers to her as "mother". It seems the girl had just been fully healed not long ago. They converse casually, but I could not help but feel that neither said what was on their mind. Elsewhere, a man had come over to where a black-cloaked woman had just gotten up. Apparently she had been there for a while. Those two had a brief talk, before the woman called out to the boy, not so far away. The boy made his way over to the woman, but saw that she was a mess, and asked that the man take her home. The two then left.
Soon after, a younger looking teal-haired child approached the boy. They talked about.. feelings, and about what the boy should do. I cannot help but think that it has something to do about the black-cloaked woman. After their talk, the boy rushed over at the red-headed dunce, who was shamelessly trying to flirt with the boy's mother, and collided with him. The boy is apparently very protective.
Just then, something happened like what had occurred in another dream. A girl appeared out of nowhere, in the snow, the same way a man had instantly appeared within that castle. The repetition of this occurrence is very odd... The girl seemed to not know what was going on, as well. As she looked around, she seemed to call out to the young boy and called him "Roy". He noticed her and seemed to recognize her, by calling her "Lalum". Roy seemed to comfort her, and told her that she was not in some "Elibe", any longer. I do not know what that means, precisely. However, the two of the went off to talk, leaving the dunce to learn how to skate from the elegant woman.
...This "Roy" seems to have many female companions.
Journal Entry : 030125-6 : Meandering at the Marketplace
In another dream, I find myself looking at the city from my first dream, but during the daytime. The streets are very crowded, and there seems to be an overall sense of frivolity. Quite a number of people seem to be heading to a "Hostess Club", for a meal. It must be a local place of popularity.
At one other place, there are two girls looking at merchandise. One is orange-haired and the other has pinkish locks and bore an eye-patch. The more timid of the two is yelled at by what seems to be a chef, and squeaks loudly in surprise. The other didn't seem to react and simply suggests they avoid sugar. They end up ordering some sweets. These two seem the be very close. A blue-haired girl, who later introduces herself as "Farina", follows after them. The shy one makes herself known as "Elly". It seems that strangers are very friendly with one another, in this city.
At the "Hostess Club" there is some sort of large, freakish lizard man guarding the entrance. A short girl arrives, apparently being one who works there. The size difference between the two was a tad humorous. After entering, the girl went straight to work with serving the customers. A little later, a... snake woman appeared. I cannot get over the oddness of the inhabitants of this place.
Elsewhere in the marketplace, a hooded man walked with arms full of groceries. He ran into a girl, who was also carrying groceries, and the girl fell over. Apologies were made, and they traveled together back to where the hooded man was headed. When they got there and went inside, the girl suddenly shouted, as if recognizing somebody. The large man with hawk wings, whom I remember from my dream of the party, was standing there, and urged that his presence remain a secret, for some reason. Apparently, the man does not wish for people to know that he works there. Or, more specifically, people from some "guild". He talked of walking out of the crew, leading me to believe that he was a person of importance, at one point in time. After making sure that the girl would keep his secret, he went back to work, and the girl left, as well. Quite an interesting situation...
In the main street of the city, a strange man emerged from the crowd. He looked confused, and yet seemed to know where he was going. A young green-haired lad spots him and goes over. By what the lad says, the man is supposed to be dead. As these two talk, some soldiers overhear the conversation, and one goes to fetch "Vice Captain Rath", while the other watches the two carefully. As to why these precautions are being met, I do not know. There must be more to the man than meets the eye. However, it seemed the plan the soldiers made would have to change, as the man and the lad began making their way to a place where they could talk in private. The one soldier left some sort of clue for the other one, and followed the two. Once the other soldier made it inside the castle, he quickly made this "Rath" aware of what was happening. It seems he also sees this as urgent, as he follows the soldier back to where the strange man was seen. When Rath sees that he is gone, he follows the clue and finds the missing soldier, who discovered that the two were heading for the "Host Club". I at first mistook this place for the "Hostess Club", but saw that they were going to a completely different place.
After this point, things began to grow fuzzy. People continued about their business, and were seeming to have a pleasant time. I awoke before I could see what would happen with the mysterious man. Perhaps I shall find out later.
Journal Entry : 030125-7 : Within the Hearts of Dragons
This dream was a little more peculiar. It opened with the black-cloaked girl from my earlier dream. She entered a place that seemed to be her house, and wrote a note. After that, she went to take a shower. A moment later, the man who left from the lake entered the house, and placed the note on the door. When the woman was finished showering, she came down and saw the man, and addressed him as "FD". An odd name, in my opinion.
They started to talk, and spoke of very odd things. FD spoke of people from many different worlds coming into this world, and said that he and she were the only fire-based dragons. ...I'm quite sure I did not consume anything odd, before taking that nap. As they continued, the woman spoke of how she was unsure of how Roy felt about her. Honestly, it seems she has quite a bit of competition.
The rest of the conversation was rather personal to the woman. FD encouraged her that things would work out if she was true to her feelings, for some reason. Unless he has foresight, I cannot grasp as to why somebody would insist upon such a thing. Such subjectivity is nonsense. In any case, the two resolved to having some soup, and kept looking out the window as if expecting somebody, until the scene faded away in my mind.
Journal Entry : 030125-8 : Confrontation
In this dream, I received my answer to the question I was left with, in a previous dream: What would happen with the mysterious man.
After the young boy and the man passed from the sight of the soldiers, they came to a manor of sorts. I believe it was referred to as the "Host Club". After the two entered, they sat down and began to discuss things that were beyond my knowledge.
Apparently something happened back in the fall, and the mysterious man had an involvement in it. He said he watched as people were drove to madness, and could hear whispers about two individuals, one of them being him. I was able to ascertain that the man claimed that there was a doppelganger of him, yet he could do nothing to stop him. There was also mention of a Door... and I could not clarify why is was put in such high regard. Talk began of something that happened in the desert, but before I could continue listening, something outside caught my attention.
The one know as Rath showed up with the two soldiers from before. At least... I can only speculate that those were the same two. All the soldiers look very much alike, in their armor. The vice captain went to the door of the host club and was about to open it, when he was interrupted by another soldier on horseback, who told him that there was a messenger at the castle, from... Estarcia... Mention of the country we have invaded in my dreams is.. troubling. But, I have no ground to think that these dreams are events which are actually transpiring. That is rubbish. After receiving the news of the messenger, the vice captain left and went back to the castle. Before leaving, he ordered for the soldiers to keep watch on the building, and make sure that nobody came in or out.
Back inside the manor, the two continued their talk. The boy gave a story about how he and some unnamed others went to the desert and came upon a dark tower. As they began to seize, he claims that monsters attacked. ...I find this hard to believe. After dealing with the abomination, the boy said he entered the tower, and that the interior was horrifying. As he passed through this place, he apparently came to find.. the man he is talking to. The man seems to have no memory of this occurrence. According to the boy, he and some others began to fight against the man and the doppelganger, and dark creations that were brought forth. After the battle, both the man and doppelganger seemed to die.
However, according to the man, the doppelganger did not die. He claims that this being is within the attic of something called "Fefga Manor". In response, the boy suggests that they go investigate and do something about the being. The man concurs. My dream ends here, so I did not see them depart. However, I suspect that these characters, including the vice captain, are not finished with their tasks.
Journal Entry : 030125-9 : A Discovered Threat
Oh my, I don't think the little tactician boy will mind if I snag a few pages in his journal. A little magic should prevent him from seeing my entries, until later. Of course, others who read them may be able to see what I write. But that makes things interesting, hm hm hm.
Now then, on to the entry! While my puppets seek out the Fire Emblem, I am keeping a close watch upon the movements of Estarcia. Apparently the blundering legion let a spy see them, and word was sent back to the capital of Archesis! I did not wish for them to be noticed to early. But, I suppose it cannot be helped.
When the oh so bishy Captain of the Estarcian Guard received the message, he immediately made his way to the throne room. And without petitioning for an audience, too! How rude... and feisty. I like it. Anyway, the man gives the message to the king, but things do not go as easily as he would have hoped. The coward sits upon his throne, doing nothing for his people. It makes things so easy to manipulate! Unfortunately, that... that Loki, he... grr, nevermind! The thought angers me too deeply to say.
The Captain of the Guard continued to plea with the king, who continued to be difficult. However, the king's most trusted man speaks up and ruins everything! The king agrees to let troops be sent out, like the pushover he is. No matter, no matter, they won't stand a chance against my puppets.
And oh my, what is this? The Captain of the Guard and the Head Priestess' body guard? Aw, how cute... too bad the man will probably die. Oh well, it troubles me not.
Journal Entry : 030125-10 : The Enemys Power
In this entry, I shall be relaying the events of Lancelot's battle in the mountains. I have received a report from him, on what occurred.
According to him, as he flew over, there was a force entering through the mountain. The troops were all on horseback, and were being led by a man with long hair. There was but one foot unit, a female, most likely a spy of sorts. She is likely responsible for why troops were deployed so early on.
With Lancelot was that villain, Ezekiel. I was shocked when I heard that Lancelot, that imbecile, took on such a person into his squad. I was aware my fellow commander took on defectors, but this man would be no help, and he cannot be trusted. Rationality is nonexistent, here.
As the battle began, a bolting rang out from the sky, and brought down one of Lancelot's units. In response, it crashed into the enemy lines. Arrows were also fired; the dreaded flier's bane. One struck a ride, and eventually dove and crashed into the enemy, as well. This tactic, though crude, is very effective. In an a counter offense, Lancelot had his units split into, and began to circle around the now hectic enemy, throwing whatever weapons they had.
The enemy responded back, with their leader issuing order after order, to keep them calm and to fight back well. From the report, I can see why he was made a leader. He may have fallen into a trap, but he fought back well, given the circumstances. However, Lancelot's counter was swift. He and other wyvern riders had picked up boulders from the mountain and were now dropping them.
The enemy leader issued the order to attack the falling rocks, but many still managed to fall and fell some troops. Seeing that things were going ill, he called to his spy and ordered her to return to the capital, with a message. He must be respected for knowing when he is losing. However, Lancelot continued his attack, and now his men were picking off units one by one with "snatch and stab" techniques.
The battle continued on like this for a while. Lancelot had already brought out his more effective tactics, so his assault was now going slowly. However, he was winning. But then, sudden troops from the enemy showed up and began to enter the mountain pass. They were on horseback, so they managed to get to the battle rather quickly. Leading them was a boisterous man in red armor. when the enemy saw these reinforcements, they turned and began to retreat. The newly arrived troops circled around and watched their backs, as they all began to pour out of the path. Lancelot could not follow them, for it could very well be a trap, and it would go against his orders. He managed to stave off the enemy, and damage the attacking force greatly. This fight was but a preview of how we will turn out the victors.
Journal Entry : 030125-11 : A Desperate Plea
Hm, I think I'll pop in again. You see, there's something that the cute, yet oh so serious boy was not aware of.
When the spy from the mountain battle came back to the castle, she came before the king and begged for aid, so that the precious Guard Commander could be saved. Natrually... the king was hesitant. Ha! But then that annoying right hand man of his had to go and speak up again. Telling him that they had to call for aid! Thankfully, the king thought the idea was ridiculous.. as he should.
And wouldn't you know that Learania was suggested! How pathetic. The idea is completely laughable. ...Of course, that weakling king had to go and give in to the idea. Hm, oh well, it's not like the country will actually come to help. They can go ahead and ask, for all I care. And that right hand man to the king went out to save his comrade. It's too bad he didn't die trying, really. He's been nothing but a complete nuisance to my scheme.
Journal Entry : 030126 : The Messenger
Time to see how Learania responds~ I'll just have to snag another page, to do so.
I'll be finished, later~
╚ Tactics without strategy is the noise before defeat. ╗
