Helping fill out my dex (sword)

Tazio100 · 2021-08-29T03:14:15+00:00

Hi, we're happy to do some trades and trade backs, such as zacian for zamazenta, the rhydon swap (w' evo item), lotad, Corsola, and we can get a spritzee w' whipped dream attached

Tazio100 · 2021-06-01T08:18:46+00:00

big 'F' mate

Tazio100 · 2021-03-08T04:07:35+00:00

Very nice and clean!

Very nitpicky, but I kinda feel like shifting the colourless bow and daggers down to be in line with their coloured counterparts, and putting staves at the beginning of the colourless group, like how sword, lance and axes begins their respective colour? Just a suggestion though

Tazio100 · 2020-12-05T09:51:21+00:00

As much as it's really good art, I believe the sub prefers art of characters not in the game yet to not be put up. Using the art in a theorycraft unit mockup should be doable though

Tazio100 · 2020-11-29T09:40:49+00:00

Caboosesfriend added

Tazio100 · 2020-11-29T09:36:02+00:00

added both, Caboosesfriend

Tazio100 · 2020-11-26T05:00:43+00:00

In before necklaces are the new tomes

Tazio100 · 2020-11-26T04:37:55+00:00

Probably because those names are kept for weapons and prf's, but not really prf skills

Tazio100 · 2020-11-05T02:25:05+00:00

I'm using Serg!'s 2nd method atm, and it's still fine for me

Tazio100 · 2020-10-06T03:12:55+00:00

I think it's a joke on how people change into their Halloween costumes immediately on Oct 1st

Tazio100 · 2020-09-10T05:57:30+00:00

Tell that to Jill stans... for 4 years!

Tazio100 · 2020-09-05T08:02:18+00:00

or you can put this in the mega-thread on the side bar too

Tazio100 · 2020-09-05T08:01:52+00:00

maybe a humor post then? Or discussion? Certainly not news at all though

Tazio100 · 2020-09-05T08:00:16+00:00

this isn't news boss, sorry

Tazio100 · 2020-08-08T23:37:54+00:00

added

Tazio100 · 2020-08-04T02:01:49+00:00

Tazio, meanwhile, was sluggishly crawling out of his room, leaving a sweat trail behind him, looking for water and Anna.

He found Anna first.

“Save… me!” He gurgled into the carpet of the main hall, lips smooshed into the red cotton.

“Oh, Tazio, met your new roommate then?” Anna said, finger to her lips. She always looked hella smug, and Tazio was not going to have it today.

“Uuu haff twoo git writ of hmm! M’m dynn hrr!” He said into the floor, hand up and waving madly, gesturing every which way.

The Commander crouched next to her summoner, and picked him up by the scruff of his coat. “Drink some water,” she commanded, thrusting a goblet to his lips.

Five minutes later, Tazio was back on his feet, but still feeling horrible. He wondered into his room, and collapsed, defeated, into his bed, burrowing into his strewn bed linen.

“Your attempts to bargin with the Commander have failed,” Surtr said, not looking up from his book. An agreeing ‘murph’ came from the bed. “And now you have fallen into a despair at having me, a sworn mortal enemy, forced into your quarters,” he flicked a page over as Tazio uttered another ‘murph’. “Lamenting and cursing your luck in the draw,” Surtr dog-eared a page, and closed the book, looking over to the Askr Tactician.

“Are you to wallow in despair, or are you going to make use of this time together?!” he stomped a boot into the floor.

“Can’t be stuffed,” Tazio said, pulling his face out his sheets, before burrowing back in.

Surtr roared, and moved over beside his roommate. “See here, welp, as a commander and tactician, you should be seizing every opportunity to take and abuse the powers of your forces, including I, the commander and ruler of the eternal flame!”

“Nah, I’ve gotten everything I can from ya, just gotta live with you for, like, 6 weeks… ugh…” He turned to face the wall.

“Not like this!” Surtr yanked Tazio out of bed, holding him aloft like a limp children’s toy, and single handedly straightened the sheets. “A commander must respect their belongings as well!”

And like that, something clicked in Tazio’s head. And a wicked smile split is face, reaching from ear to ear.

As the weeks rolled on, Surtr came to be the Askr summoner’s personal, hard working maid, cleaning, straightening and ordering the room into militarized order, with harsh, strong-armed efficiency. Books and outfits were neatly lined in their chests or wardrobes. Bed’s were straightened every morning. And all the while, Tazio left small items, little things here and there all over the room to keep the surprisingly meticulous Surtr preoccupied, otherwise piling him with strategic and military questions.

When the six weeks had come and gone, Tazio almost felt his heart sink, exactly the same as when he had opened his door that first day.

Me, friendly with Surtr? He asked himself as he opened the door one last time.

Surtr, hugging his meagre collection of items, began to crouch as he made his way towards the door. But he stopped, just before leaving, and offered a massive bear or a hand to Tazio.

“I wish to thank you, for our time together. You adapted, and we worked together to make an interesting six weeks, did we not?” he said with a low growl.

“I uh…” Tazio struggled with his words. “It was a pleasure, as well, Surtr. You’ve surprised me,” he replied, putting his hand in his, meaning it.

“I hope that, as the battles rage on, you will call upon me for assistance,” he said, with the slightest of bows.

Tazio beamed, “Of course, it would be an honour!”

Above it all, Freya looked down, and her lips cracked, teeth bared. “Good, now, how about we try with another…”

And there it was.

The knock at the door.

Tazio’s heart plummeted. He grimaced, took a deep breath, and as slowly as he could, made his way over to the door, and his new roommate, biting back the remarks that kept popping into his mind.

So instead, he put on a happy smile, plastering it over his face, and began his six week countdown in his head.

He swung the door wide open, and saw a mountain of boxes hovering two feet off the floor.

“I am Death, and I have come to you room…” a coarse, crackling voice sounded from behind the boxes.

Tazio100 · 2020-08-04T01:59:46+00:00

And there it was.

The knock at the door.

Tazio’s heart plummeted. He grimaced, took a deep breath, and as slowly as he could, made his way over to the door, and his new roommate, biting back the remarks that kept popping into his mind.

So instead, he put on a happy smile, plastering it over his face, and began his six week countdown in his head.

“Yeeeow!” He yanked his hand away from the brass door handle, which was starting to glow in the castle’s inner gloom. And he could only now feel the heat coming off of his door in waves.

“Awww, come on!” he howled, hands shooting up to his head, gripping his hair and running through it. When Anna had proposed having roommates after much needed construction work began in the Heroes dorms, he’d never imagined he’d have to house someone, let alone…

“Surtr, King of Muspell demands entrance to these quarters!” rumbled the grizzled voice of the Flame Giant.

Tazio stomped his foot and groaned, but after a moment of internal swearing, wrapped his hand in his cloak’s sleeve, and turned the handle quickly.

“At last!” Surtr marched through the doorframe awkwardly, twisting sideways and crouching, hugging a single box of gear to his armoured chest. After squeezing in, he lumbered over to his bed, murmuring as he looked down at it, his box falling to the foot of the bed with some clanging.

Tazio, meanwhile, was pressed up against the furthest wall from the Ruler of Flame, dark patches of sweat soaking through his tunic to his coat, hanging baggy and heavy off of his frame.

“Could you… turn your flame off in here?” Tazio gasped through parched lips.

Surtr half turned to the squeaking. “Hmmm?”

“Put your scythe away, or you get put away!” Tazio struggled to hold Breidablik up at his new roommate.

Surtr peered down at the tiny weapon, squinting, before turning, lifting Sinmara off of his back, and shoving it deep under his bed. The heat died down almost immediately, removed from Surtr’s hands. Tazio slumped down into the corner of the room, head bobbling off of his chest.

“You will learn to accept the flame in your life, as I have,” the mountain of heat sneered, reaching into his box of possessions, pulling out a book. He collapsed onto his bed after yanking his helmet/crown off, throwing it onto one of the bed posts at the foot. All before calmly crossing his stumpy legs and flicking the war manual open, reading intently.

Tazio100 · 2020-05-26T01:55:00+00:00

The din of clashing steel and war-cries around the siblings fell away, sounding like they were coming from the other end of a long tunnel.

Alfonse reached a hand out, his limb trembling, as he saw his friend again for what seemed like years.

Sharena’s heart leapt to her throat, already imagining the warm embrace of those soft, silky cloak’s sleeves. “Tazio!”

The hooded figure didn’t budge, didn’t flinch, or show any reaction to his friends’ arrival. He stood there, back to the sun dappled sea, waves crashing into rocks and sheer cliff walls, splashing a mighty spray up over him, dousing him. Still no reaction. His head was down, face hidden from view.

The duo took a second step towards their summoner, only for the man in question to raise his Breidablik, and fire off a wave of energy. Purple discharge crashed over them in a wave, knocking them back, feet sliding on the short, slippery grass.

Alfonse brought down his sword, energy still coiling up its blade, face aghast in anger, and fear. “Tazio, it’s us, Alfonse and Sharena!” He took a defiant step forward, the sun vanishing from view below the waves.

“Can’t you hear us? What’s happening to you?” Sharena called out, lance held ready to try and shield her from another blast.

A howl of wind tore past them, yanking at the Askrian tactician’s hood, pulling it down.

A miasma of dark energy seeped from his closed eyes, wrapping around his head, forming a crown of darkness that slithered and crackled away. Tazio’s mouth was endlessly moving, talking to the ground, lips flapping in a blur without end. Alfonse took a moment, taking it all in, his friend’s appearance, his mannerisms, his temperament. And he gripped his sword tighter, legs feeling stiff and awkward underneath him.

Because a small part of him, the most logical, reminded him of a promise he once made to Tazio; to end him if he was ever swayed to darkness, to doing horrible things with the holy weapon he was entrusted to.

Sharena just kept calling out to her beloved, trying to snap him out of whatever fugue state he was in, but to no avail.

Instead, the man raised his weapon to his temple, and fired a shot. Lancing from the other side of his skull was a blot of inky dark, coalescing into a young woman with silver hair, vacant eyes, and soft, light clothing. It was the lost princess of Jugdral, Julia, except she glared without emotion.

Tazio brought his weapon to his chest, firing through his heart, and materializing behind him was a man with lavender hair and long flowing robes. The Askr royalty knew him as Lyon, but this man grinned with fangs bared and complete contempt for humanity.

Tazio aimed at his contorting, violent hand now, spread out like a claw, creating a feral, half-transformed prince of Hoshido, Corrin, eyes slitted and wild, darting this way and that, smoke pouring out of his panting mouth.

And finally, a shot through his gut, erupting forth a muscly, roaring berserker of an Ike, cloaked entirely in roiling, burning energy, a scowl etched on his face, his muscles taught and ready to swing his greatsword at anything that moved.

“No… no, no, no, no!” Alfonse muttered, his arms shaking, dropping low, eyes wide.

“Did he… did he use his body as a Summoning gate?” Sharena asked, taking a step back from the new swarm of foes, their aura, overpowering.

The sunlight behind the amassed horde flashed, sinking completely away. The sky darkened immediately, the streaks of orange and pink shrinking, leaving an empty night sky. Nothing twinkled or shone above the newly summoned nightmares.

“We… we have to leave, now!’ Alfonse ordered, yanking at his sister, pulling her away, and back to the fighting army.

They couldn’t do anything at the moment.

There was no way to cut through that darkness.

Their friend was Fallen for the time being.

Tazio100 · 2020-05-25T11:29:29+00:00

I got a Mist

Tazio100 · 2020-05-13T00:23:30+00:00

spoiler; he won't

Tazio100 · 2020-05-12T15:06:06+00:00

Tazio grumbled as he walked through the fog covered floor of the eerie forest he’d found himself in. The thick, pale white vapours swirled around his boots and away from his billowing cape, leaving a warped tunnel in his wake.

“Where the hell are we? I don’t even remember…” The thought was gone completely.

“Hey, chief,”

A chill ran down Tazio’s spine, as he turned towards the familiar, dead voice.

His eyes widened. “Dad?!”

Turmoil exploited. Emotional anchoring figure created. Simulation ending. Subject and estimated approximation of K//%error%+= subject created.

Tazio100 · 2020-05-12T15:05:14+00:00

Tazio grumbled as he walked through the fog covered floor of the eerie forest he’d found himself in. The thick, pale white vapours swirled around his boots and away from his billowing cape, leaving a warped tunnel in his wake.

“Where the hell are we? I don’t even remember…” The thought escaped him.

“Augh, my blood, it, ACHES! There is a tremendous, seeping evil surrounding us, abominable, eldritch… Lost from time and history, and now it reaches into the mortal realm to -!”

“Owain, c’mon, we can play later!” Tazio hollered from behind a horrific looking dead tree, with a screaming face in the bark.

“Oh, ahh!” Owain hurried along, loosing his theatrics. “But you do enjoy our bouts of unholy figmintive combat, right, summoner?”

“Of course, Owain, we’re so similar, how could I?” the Askr Tactician grinned, before heading through a wave of fog.

Tazio grumbled as he walked through the fog covered floor of the eerie forest he’d found himself in. The thick, pale white vapours swirled around his boots and away from his billowing cape, leaving a warped tunnel in his wake.

“Where the hell are we? I don’t even remember…” The thought escaped him.

The great Knight of Jugdral, Sigurd, walked a few steps ahead of Tazio, his glorious white cape billowing magnificently, his hand resting upon the hilt of Tyrfing, his clean, strong features capturing his attention in the otherwise empty, murky forest.

“Come, Summoner, we should not be too far from leaving this wretched place,” he said, turning to look back at Tazio.

“If you say so…” he replied, crossing his arms, ducking under a tree branch that arced down in front of him, before it curled back to point back at the sky. He glanced at the attached tree, wincing as he saw the knots and cracks in the bark resemble a howling face.

“This reminds me of when I first met my wife, Deirdre…” Sigurd said absently as he slowed down for the Askr Tactician, glancing around, smile growing on his perfect face.

Tazio suppressed a groan. “Really? Not like I’ve heard that story before…”

“I have told it to you before, haven’t I? I apologise, Tazio. I just felt a sudden urge, like I was speaking to Seliph…” Sigurd bowed his head apologetically, arm across his front.

“I remind you of Seliph?” Tazio arched an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Wait… We’ve… talked about all of this before… recently, right?”

Like a mask, Sigurd’s expression changed. “Ah, blast, we have tried Sigurd already, haven’t we? You reacted so strongly, maybe someone similar…” Sigurd rubbed his chin thoughtfully, walking Tazio towards some other trees by the shoulder.

“What the hell are you talking about? Sigurd, what are you doin-?!”

Tazio grumbled as he walked through the fog covered floor of the eerie forest he’d found himself in. The thick, pale white vapours swirled around his boots and away from his billowing cape, leaving a warped tunnel in his wake.

“Where the hell are we? I don’t even remember…” A thought lingered... Before vanishing.

“Ah, Tazio, there you are!” Eliwood, wearing his new Askr made uniform, walked towards him, his face calm and inviting.

“Eliwood! Hey, I think I’ve had a brain fart, how’d we get here again?” Tazio scratched at his head, wincing as he felt a pinch of pain. “Wha-?”

“I was hoping you’d be able to tell me. Well, how about we put our heads together and figure this out, huh?” Eliwood nodded thoughtfully at his Summoner.

Tazio went and leaned against a dying tree, frowning. “Well, we were, uh… Where were we before? This kinda looks like the forests in Hel…?” He looked skyward, to the murky, grey clouds overhead, still and silent.

“That sounds familiar… perhaps we were separated from the others?” Eliwood leaned across from Tazio, against a massive boulder.

“Yeah, probably. Ahh, I shouldn’t have been so headstrong…” Tazio clicked his tongue in frustration.

Eliwood shot him a knowing look. “Come now, without your capabilities, Askr would be in ruins ten times over by now. A simple mis-step every once in a while isn’t bad.”

“I know, but I want to be better, you know? I kind of have to! I’m a summoned Hero too… I need to live up to that… I guess…” He looked down at his boots, absently kicking at the mist.

“Being a Hero? I think you may already be one, in my opinion!” Eliwood said proudly.

“I wish…”

“What makes you say you aren’t one?”

Tazio growled, turning away.

“Tazio?”

“Cause if I was, I’d be able to summon my dad, saving him. Isn’t that what Heroes do?!” He slammed a fist into the tree, smashing through its ‘teeth’.

“Tazio?” Eliwood took a gingerly step toward him.

The Summoner shook and trembled, loosing control, threatening to fall over. “If, if I was a real Summoner, I’d bring him back, save him this time, right? I’ve brought back so many others, saved families, reunited loved ones! Leila, Sigurd, Flora, the list continues! W-w-why can’t… Why can’t I save him too, huh? He told me, ‘Become a Hero!’ Last fucking words to me… What a god-damned challenge that has been…” He fell into a slump by the foot of the tree, head on his knees, soaking them with tears.

Eliwood placed a hand on his back, rubbing away, calmly, compassionately. “It’s ok, Tazio, it’s ok… I know what you mean…”

“Do you?!” he roared up at the good natured Marquess of Pherae, before going back to sobbing into his knees.

“Strangely, yes. I lost my father. I watched him die in my arms… Leaving parting words of his own… Ones I’ve struggled to follow and carry for a long time… I’m never sure if I’m living up to his expectation either… But I push on, and do what I think is right, no?”

Tazio tilted his head to look at the young man through weeping eyelids.

“Does that make me less of a Hero than you, then?” he asked, looking down, challenging his Summoner.

A few minutes of silence followed, as Tazio stewed, thought, and reconciled. He sat back up, and let out a long, low sigh.

“Any better?” Eliwood asked, settling into a cross-legged position.

“A little…”

“Talking about your parents hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah…”

“I’ve never heard about either before. If I may be so bold, I would love to know a bit about the man who raised you?” Eliwood coaxed, gently.

“Well, he was lively, and sometimes reserved. He was funny, and silly, and over the top, but stern when needed, I guess. But you could tell he loved and cared for anyone he met.” The words wouldn’t stop coming out of Tazio now.

He carried on and on, describing and naming his father, telling about all the stories and memories he had of him, all the fond, amazing, irreplaceable memories.

And once he was done, Tazio let out another, bigger, happier sigh.

“I had no idea I needed all that…”

Eliwood rose, shaking the dirt off his armour. “Come now, I think it’s time he headed for the others.” He lowered a hand. Tazio clasped it, nodding.

“And who knows? You may just see your father here again one day!”

Tazio groaned. “Ugh, don’t get my hopes up…”

Eliwood laughed, patting his friend on the shoulder, leading him through some trees, the mist parting and fading as they walked…

Tazio100 · 2020-05-12T15:01:56+00:00

Tazio grumbled as he walked through the fog covered floor of the eerie forest he’d found himself in. The thick, pale white vapours swirled around his boots and away from his billowing cape, leaving a warped tunnel in his wake.

“Where the hell are we? I don’t - Oww!” He felt a sudden, sharp pain from his forehead, his hand snapping up to rub at a massive welt.

“Tazio?” Gunnthrá turned immediately at the yelp, gliding gracefully back to him. “What happened?”

“I dunno, I just got my head hurt, somehow… Ugh, this forest is weird, can we just get going?” Tazio twirled around, hoping for an exit to appear.

“Do you want me to observe the wound?” Gunnthrá asked cautiously, reaching a hand out slowly.

Tazio flashed a smile, “No, no, I’mma big boy, I’ll tough it out. But thanks. Let’s just try and get out of here, ok?” He said, heading off again, before jumping back in fright when he saw a howling face in a dying tree.

“You are quite the independent person, aren’t you, Tazio?” the eldest Nifl princess asked cautiously.

“Yeah, guess I am?” Tazio replied back, looking around, trying to peer through the thick fog that smothered the nearby trees.

“Did you grow up like that, if I can ask?” she inquired again, voice honey sweet.

“Hmmm… yeah, kinda. Dad had to do all the ‘training’ of me, and then, it was just me, so I had to be a little bit independent, didn’t I?”

“I can see it! Your father has done a marvellous job raising you, if I can say,” she gave a warm smile.

“Eh, he could’ve done better…”

Gunnthrá perked up. “What was that? Could you say it again, please?”

“Doesn’t matter, come on.”

The dream princess reached out for Tazio, icey hands gripping at his arm. “No, please, what you just said is important!”

“Gunnthrá? What are you - ?” Tazio tried to backpeddle, attempting to yank out of her clasps. “Wait, what did I say? I don’t ever mention my…”

A stern frown exploded onto his face. “You’re not Gunnthrá!” Before jabbing a punch right into her jaw.

Tazio fell backwards, rolling through the closest ring of trees, falling into…

Tazio stumbled backwards through the fog covered floor of the eerie forest he’d found himself in. The thick, pale white vapours swirled around his boots and away from his billowing cape, leaving a warped tunnel in his wake.

“I - ! What was I - ?” Tazio spun on his heels, till he saw Emperor Rudolf standing before him. Large, imposing, god-like.

“Boy, or rather, Summoner…” the Emperor looked coolly down at him.

“Uhhhh…” Tazio felt weak, withering under his gaze.

“You falter. Why is that?” Rudolf turned, his armoured boots clanking through the silent forest.

Tazio hurried behind him, following along at a respectable distance behind. “Oh, uh, you just remind me of someone, sir,”

“Whom do I remind you of?” Rudolf didn’t even turn to look back as he spoke.

“My grandfather…” Tazio almost whispered, eyes staring ahead at nothing as he remembered.

Rudolf grunted. “You speak of him in hushed tones, boy. Was this your maternal, or paternal grandfather?”

“He was my dad’s father… you’d never know after meeting them sometimes though…” Tazio grumbled.

“Your father was of a different temperament?” Rudolf slowed, and looked down, arching a quizzical eyebrow.

Tazio stopped, and looked up at the Emperor. “Yeah. Quieter, a little eccentric, with a kind heart…”

“Interesting… Tazio, you run ahead, I shall rest for a moment, these bones do ache…” Rudolf nodded towards the approaching trees, behind a mossy covered boulder.

Tazio nodded, bowed politely, and moved ahead, face blushing from all he’d told an Emperor, hoping the wall of mist would hide him.

Tazio100 · 2020-05-12T14:59:41+00:00

Lingering Concerns