"Time To... Tip The... Meh." Behold, Bryn! Or Brynja As She's Known In Plegia, To Avoid Being Confused

"Time to... tip the... meh." Behold, Bryn! Or Brynja as she's known in Plegia, to avoid being confused with the heirophant, who is said to be Brynign. She's in her thirties and finds the children in charge of Ylisse to be wholly unqualified for the job (but it's a monarchy, so what can you do?). Unlike Robin, who's hard for Chrom regardless of their gender, Bryn really only stands by him because that's usually in her best interest. The moment the war with Plegia was over, she moved to Ferox, and after the whole Grima business, returned home to Plegia (as it's queen, alongside Gangrel). Despite not remembering it, she's proud of her Plegian hertitage. She herself is nihilistic, but she appreciates that others have more hope than she does. She values material items more than experiences, because experiences are easily forgotten, and carries a thrift store's worth of seemingly useless trinkets and dodads on her person. I changed the default outfit a bit because, aside from the coat, the tactician outfit is very bland and ugly. I wanted her to look like a wandering mage (which she essentially is). The right side of her face is badly burnt, so she wears her emo bangs on that side. She does not have access to every class- her secondary class is mercenary, and her tertiary class is pegasus knight. She's married to Gangrel, and strangely, his own cynicism seems to have made her a bit more optimistic. Lucina is her daughter-in-law, and she absolutely hates that fact.

Love Nikki just updated today

Me, the literal second the server comes back up: OH BOY!! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR ANOTHER CHAPTER! AND LOOK AT ALL THESE NEW OUTFITS!! YAY!!

Me, literally five minutes later on 12-3 maiden: You're telling me I gotta craft NEW outfits for these levels?! To hell with this! *goes back to working on old outfits*

I've tried about 30 times to cover this. It finally sounded like singing instead of dying cats.

The summoner thought they'd get lucky and bust a .45 calliber, 5* Ayra in her ass.

Turns out it was a blank- 3* Wrys.

I don’t know what the summoner thought was gonna happen

*opens document*

*rereads the one paragraph that was written two weeks ago*

"I think I made a lot of progress today."

“MAN THIS STORY I’M WRITING IS GONNA BE SO GOOD I’M SO PUMPED”

“I CAN’T WAIT TO DEVELOP THE SHIT OUT OF THESE CHARACTERS”

“HOT DAMN THAT ONE SCENE NEAR THE MIDDLE IS GONNA BE BITCHIN’”

“THIS PLOT TWIST IS THE SINGLE BEST IDEA I’VE EVER HAD IN MY LIFE”

~one hour later~