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Ares is Elidgan's son, whose path in life turned him into a mercenary, then Seliph's ally, then the king of Nodion. In Heroes, he's a sword cavalry unit who was demoted to 4*. Is he worth the feathers? Oh, yes, he is! With excellent Atk, good Def, middling Spd, low Res, and a boring HP stat, he's meant to hit hard. How hard? HP: 36/40/43 Atk: 33/36/39 Spd: 26/30/33 Def: 30/33/36 Res: 14/18/21 Red indicates a superbane. That's right. Three superbanes, no superboons. Sorry, min-maxers. Default skills: Weapon: Dark Mystletainn (Accelerates Special trigger (cooldown count-1). If Special triggers before or during combat, grants Special cooldown count-2 after combat.) Assist: None Special: Dragonic Aura A: Brazen Atk/Def B: Seal Def/Res C: None Builds: Player phase Full tilt offense (+Spd/-Def or Res) The obligatory Brave build (+Atk/-Spd) Mixed phase Taking Advantage of Dark Mystletainn (any) My enemies are my power! (+Atk/+Def) Enemy phase Taking advantage of Dark Mystletainn and Distant Counter (+Atk/+Def preferred) You monster (+Def or +Spd/-Res) UPDATES: 5/20/18 - initial release 5/21/18 - Vantage/DC added to Full Tilt, a few clarifications here and there, completely forgot that Safeguard+ can be refined, changelog added 5/21/18 (again) - Divided everything up into Player Phase, Mixed Phase, and Enemy Phase. I also hate the captcha.

This is my first fanfic. The idea is that instead of being a dumbass, Eltshan fights Shagall from the beginning, and becomes king of Augustria. Augustria is then the last bastion of freedom as through house Nodions bravery and Eltshan's strategy it resists Grandbells attempts at conquest. Our story begins on the outskirts of Isaach, as one of the last lights of hope of humanity is about to be stamped out... Chapter 1- Grave Tidings The 14 year old boy ran. He ran like he had never run before. He knew full well that the future of Jugdral lay in his hands. "Where'd that little bastard go?" Shouted one of his pursuers. " How should I know," yelled another one. Oifaye heard the footsteps growing softer and sighed with relief. He looked down at the bundle in his hands. "You are gonna have a great destiny, Celice. You are gonna save the world someday." That, unfortunately, was not to be the case. The magic descended suddenly, and without warning. Oifaye and Celice were gone. There was not even dust left over. Manfroy, from his perch, smiled. The spell had worked perfectly. There was no one left to oppose his master now. No one except... Him. Sigurd... Cuan... Gone. And they wouldn't come back. Damn it, thought Eltshan, My sister could be being tortured to death right now, and I'm focused on my friends from military school. The new king of Augustria did, of course, have more pressing matters at hand. He had received news of the massacre of Sigurd's forces at Barhara only hours before. His beloved sister, Lachesis, had been in Sigurd's army. Eltshan needed to know what had happened to his sister. One thing was sure: if they had laid a finger on Lachesis, Grandbell would pay in blood. "Cross Knights, form up" Eltshan barked. His men charged a contingent of Grandbell troops holed up in a village. They were no match for Augustrias finest. "Brother... help" Eltshan looked down and gasped. His sister was lying on the ground, bloodied. "They caught up with me... Nanna's safe... help." Eltshan helped his younger sister to her feet. "You are safe now, sister. Lets go home. A great storm is coming, one that will sweep up all of Jugdral. We must prepare." He turned to one of the captured Grandbell soldiers. "Why is the emperor attacking the nations of Jugdral? What does Alvis hope to gain from this? Power?" The king demanded. "The Emperor... desires peace and justice! Long live Emperor..." The man fell forward, an arrow protruding from his back. The Augustrian company looked down in horror. There was no further discussion. None was needed. The Augustrians vanished into the night. The assassin looked down from his perch. When the Augustrians were gone, he jumped down, arranging the body in an easily visible way. His work was completed. Now, Grandbell would have the excuse it needed to make war on Augustria. The Archbishop would be pleased.