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Robin
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"Right here, right now, with everyone together—that’s what’s important. Not the past.” || [Writer: Gale 🍃]
> However, one particularly sly thief saw their chance to attack the tactician and catch her unawares. With eyes closed, Robin was unable detect the mugger as he snuck closer to her...
July 23, 2025 at 2:13 AM
> off. Granted...we lack the manpower to do so. It is Chrom and I's hope to recruit more righteous souls to our cause, and handle this threat head on."
July 23, 2025 at 1:41 AM
> the memories are to recall for you..." She said, looking back up at him. Her tone changed from one of concern to determination.

"With you here, there's no doubt in my mind that you were /meant/ to fight with us. As if fate itself had charted a course for your arrival. These Risen...they may not >
July 23, 2025 at 1:41 AM
"How ghastly..." Robin said, disturbed by the mere prospect of it all. She couldn't fathom the idea of the exalt's blood, turning people into monsters--not unlike the Risen.

In fact, it /isn't/ from the exalt's blood...but of Grima's. Her brows furrowed, troubled.

("What he's witnessed... It >
July 23, 2025 at 1:41 AM
"Neither do I," responded Robin, "but that's why our current task is to cull Risen numbers. Damned, undead lot... They pose a great risk to all of Ylisse if we don't stop them."

She paused a moment, deciding whether or not to ask the professor her question. Him recalling the memory was >
July 10, 2025 at 3:35 AM
> hungry emperors?" She remarked, chuckling to herself. "But, you have my word. Another chance to learn, and another realm to save. I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Lead on, my new friend."
July 9, 2025 at 5:07 AM
"Most troubling, indeed... Well, Fleet, it's a pleasure to meet you--though, I wish it would be under more peaceful circumstances."

Robin gave the fox a reassuring nod, prepared to take on this new task.

"Luckily for you, I guess you can say I've some experience with...er, shall we say: conquest >
July 9, 2025 at 5:07 AM
> town, while /I/ managed to win their trust. Er, well... Chrom and Lissa's, that is. Frederick was as wary as ever, but he eventually warmed up to me."

Robin looked back up at Byleth, slightly nodding.

"Since then, I joined up with the Shepherds. And the rest...is history."
July 9, 2025 at 4:50 AM
> not just let those poor, innocent townsfolk suffer. And so, I joined them--not necessarily to earn their trust, though. It...felt like the right thing to do at the time, anyway. As we dispatched those brigands, I realized how comfortable I was on the battlefield. We managed to save the >
July 9, 2025 at 4:50 AM
"Heh. It's not so much a farfetched story as you might think," Robin said with a chuckle.

"Like you, Chrom and his sister, Lissa, had found me unconscious in a field. No memories then, and none now. His second-in-command, Frederick, wasn't too thrilled," she admitted. "He scrutinized me with >
July 9, 2025 at 4:50 AM
> your father did what he could to provide for you. But now, you've the chance to choose your own path--to forge bonds with those you would sacrifice yourself for," said Robin before chuckling.

"Heh, but you don't need me to tell you that. I can clearly see you've finally found your lot in >
July 3, 2025 at 2:17 AM
> glance. The way he carries himself... If he hadn't told me, I'd be none the wiser,") the tactician considered.

She grew quiet, pausing to collect her thoughts. Dark gray eyes stared out into the distance. Finally, Robin turned to him.

"I'm sorry your childhood was anything /but/ happy. Surely >
July 3, 2025 at 2:17 AM
"That's very kind of you to say--thank you." She said, grateful.

"Maybe my memories will return to me... Or, maybe they won't. Perhaps the answers of my past are too much for me to bear. Only time will tell, I suppose."

("So, an ex-mercenary. He doesn't seem like one at first >
July 3, 2025 at 2:17 AM
> moment as crowds weaved through each other like the currents of a river. Ylisseans, with lives to call their own, going about their day without knowing what lies outside borders of their land.

"Hm. ...I'd say Ylisse is my home. As far as I can tell, it's the only home I've ever had."
July 2, 2025 at 4:46 AM
> he were in my shoes.") Robin contemplated.

"I'm honored that you've travelled this far to call for my aid. I don't plan on letting you leave emptyhanded, either. If you would, please tell me more about yourself, and what plagues your homeland..."
July 1, 2025 at 1:20 PM
> turn the tides in this situation.

“My gratitude knows no bounds, Byleth. Truly—thank you, again. I’d love nothing more than to fight alongside you. Maybe seeing you in action will give me the chance to see how you put those strategies of yours to use,” Robin mentioned, excited.

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July 1, 2025 at 5:29 AM
“T-truly? This is splendid news, indeed,” the tactician joyfully expressed.

“The Outrealms have a peculiar way of bringing new allies together. Even as a stranger to our world, you fight for Ylisse and her people. No doubt Chrom’ll be even more delighted to speak with you now.”

>
July 1, 2025 at 5:29 AM
> ample time to chat.

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"It sounds like your land isn't exempt from conflict, either. War besets us at every angle..." Robin sighed.

"I'm afraid it may take some time for us to figure out how to return you to your proper home, Byleth. Until then, you're more than welcome to stay >
June 30, 2025 at 3:12 AM
"No need to apologize. If anything, I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to open up," she said with a smile.

"Yes--the Shepherds, are, more or less, a group of soldiers from all walks of life. Noble, commoner, you name it. Our purpose is merely to preserve the peace for the Halidom of Ylisse.

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June 30, 2025 at 3:12 AM
> she? After all, she was in Byleth's shoes not too long ago herself...

"Along the way, I hope you'll regale me with tales of this 'Fódlan.' As a fellow tactician, I'd be honored if you'd share your knowledge."
June 30, 2025 at 1:06 AM
("Heh. Note to self: It seems Chrom has a proclivity for finding strangers sleeping out in meadows.") Robin mused to herself with a chuckle.
June 29, 2025 at 2:12 PM
“Indeed. When you’ve seen your own fair share of battles, you’re exposed to a world strife with trouble lurking around every corner.” The woman responded. She looked him up and down, noting his strange attire. It was unlike anything she’d seen before.

Plegia? Ferox? Or somewhere from >
June 29, 2025 at 1:57 PM
(“‘Regna Ferox?’ I’m afraid that name doesn’t ring any bells. From what I’ve been told, they don’t take kindly to outsiders there. If we’re to requisition troops on behalf of Emmeryn, I hope our parley with the Khan doesn’t go awry…”) The tactician thought to herself, concerned >
June 29, 2025 at 12:03 AM
("My memories... My youth.. No matter how many times I try, I can never recall anything from it. Everything's so cloudy,") she thought, frustrated.

The tactician's eyes wander to the six-eyed brand on her hand, and her brows furrow in discontent.

("...And how did /this/ even get there?")

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June 26, 2025 at 2:41 PM
“We're not pawns of some scripted fate. I believe we're more. Much more... There's something between us all. Something that keeps us together... Like...invisible ties, connecting us.”

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June 26, 2025 at 2:27 PM