RPG
Introduction
For the past 700 years Demortris has stood as both a symbol of freedom, and a trade center for rare metals such as gold, silver and other jewels. the first 200 was strife with war after war as the new country fought both Nevorgi and Triands in their attempts of claiming for themselves. Eventually the Wars slowed as Demortris grew in military might, and after signing an alliance pact with Genova, regarded to be the most elite of them all, the Kingdom finally found peace. The once mighty rulers that directed Demortris's armies adapted well, ruling justly for the next 500 years. Many began to believe that their country was finally free.
King Jornas, like his family before him, was a popular figure widely supported for his use of low taxes and evenhanded approach towards any race or gender. Widely supported by both commoners and nobles, The king was expected to pass on his kingdom to his eldest son within the next fifty years. That was until he was struck down by a mysterious ailment. Leaving healers baffled, the King's illness was kept secret from the rest of his kingdom in fear of outside countries learning of it. Almost immediately after the disappearance of the King, the Cult of Grovel rose and began branching from their position at the edge of the border.
Promising great riches to all, and displaying mysterious powers granted by their "god" Grovel, they took much of the countryside by storm. The royal council seized upon this opportunity and placed the King's son as temporary ruler until the king grew better. King Jornas's son, a weak figure, soon became a puppet allowing the council to do as they please. In the next three years they would seize nearly all of the mining camps for themselves leaving the surrounding villages to bandits and the ever extending reach of the cult.
Realizing the inevitable fall of his country, the now dying king called for an old friend to help him in his time of need. They gathered together at his beside, and the king explained his emergency. The king's friend was eager to help, but refused to unless proper payment was made. Saddened the king agreed, and called for his only daughter to enter. With his last few breath, the king wrote down his will, Clarifying the princess as Demortris's next ruler. He then order the Princess and Mercenaries to travel to Genova and ask for assistance in retaking Demortris, and with it the princesses rightful position as queen.
The council, realizing the threat the princess held, quickly spread word of her murder of the king and theft of the Royal will, Ordering all soldiers to kill and retrieve the Will immediately. The Cult of Grovel realized their chance and are now hunting to capture the Princess, and using her as a puppet, seize control of the country.
Guarded by only Mercs, and hunted from both sides, the Princess must make her way through her own country, and towards the unknown future.
-Kingdoms-
Demortris- Once a bustling place of forest hills and plains, this kingdom has gone from exporting Rare minerals to a savage land fighting for power.
Genova- Demortris only ally, and the most elite of all military nations. they currently have an alliance with Demortris and have proven their loyalty time and again. Their lands are mainly mountainous regions.
Nevorgi- A small, but battle hardened country loosly centered around the vast river network that branches throughout their country. They're constantly searching for new ways to expand their lands.
Triands- The largest, and most stubborn of countries. Despite Demortris independence, quite a few Triandians still claim that Desmortris still belongs to them. What they lack in military might they make up in numbers. Their land is mostly plains and steppes.
Church of Grovel-
*The Church of Grovel are a typical cult and usually require a small sacrifice of gold to continue as offerings to the great god Grovel, They are compromised with a small gathering of priests and a large gathering of bandits.
*The God Grovel, is typically described as a giant with six arms, each armed with a different weapon. He represents all of life and is considered the judge, jury, and executor of heretics.
*The only way to have Grovel forgive you is for the offender to beg for mercy,hence his name, use of torture and fear are permitted against heretics.
*The Leader, and his fellow priest are considered to be the holiest of the cult, anything they do is considered an act of Devotion and thus can get away with anything they want.
*Priest, in order to be made, must have an understanding in Torture and leadership, they wear a simple robe dyes in dark-blue with a small gold sun emitting six rays etched into the front and back.
*Followers are taught that Heretic's must be killed on sight, unless ordered by the Priest not to, Currently that only applies to the Princess.
-Races-
Any race can be created here, just as long as they don't border godhood.
-Weapons-
These are ancient times, but firearms such as flintlock pistols, rifles and cannons are allowed(they are rare though.)
-Magic-
Magic can range from simple elemental control to psychic powers and can be utilized in many diffrent ways. Time manipulation, Mind reading and Seeing the future is strictly moderated for obvious reasons. Body enhancements can be made, but please moderate them within reasonable levels.
Magic can drain strength, so the bigger spell you cast, the more it saps your energy.
-Characters
Regular players are limited to two only, with obvious limits. i don't want to see Rambo storm the place with god-like reflexes and enough strength to carry a two ton hammer while casting an asteroid down. These are people to you know.
Gm's and Assistant GM's can create up to three so long as they stick to the rule of either 1 good/ 2 evil or 2 good/ 1 evil.
King Jornas, like his family before him, was a popular figure widely supported for his use of low taxes and evenhanded approach towards any race or gender. Widely supported by both commoners and nobles, The king was expected to pass on his kingdom to his eldest son within the next fifty years. That was until he was struck down by a mysterious ailment. Leaving healers baffled, the King's illness was kept secret from the rest of his kingdom in fear of outside countries learning of it. Almost immediately after the disappearance of the King, the Cult of Grovel rose and began branching from their position at the edge of the border.
Promising great riches to all, and displaying mysterious powers granted by their "god" Grovel, they took much of the countryside by storm. The royal council seized upon this opportunity and placed the King's son as temporary ruler until the king grew better. King Jornas's son, a weak figure, soon became a puppet allowing the council to do as they please. In the next three years they would seize nearly all of the mining camps for themselves leaving the surrounding villages to bandits and the ever extending reach of the cult.
Realizing the inevitable fall of his country, the now dying king called for an old friend to help him in his time of need. They gathered together at his beside, and the king explained his emergency. The king's friend was eager to help, but refused to unless proper payment was made. Saddened the king agreed, and called for his only daughter to enter. With his last few breath, the king wrote down his will, Clarifying the princess as Demortris's next ruler. He then order the Princess and Mercenaries to travel to Genova and ask for assistance in retaking Demortris, and with it the princesses rightful position as queen.
The council, realizing the threat the princess held, quickly spread word of her murder of the king and theft of the Royal will, Ordering all soldiers to kill and retrieve the Will immediately. The Cult of Grovel realized their chance and are now hunting to capture the Princess, and using her as a puppet, seize control of the country.
Guarded by only Mercs, and hunted from both sides, the Princess must make her way through her own country, and towards the unknown future.
-Kingdoms-
Demortris- Once a bustling place of forest hills and plains, this kingdom has gone from exporting Rare minerals to a savage land fighting for power.
Genova- Demortris only ally, and the most elite of all military nations. they currently have an alliance with Demortris and have proven their loyalty time and again. Their lands are mainly mountainous regions.
Nevorgi- A small, but battle hardened country loosly centered around the vast river network that branches throughout their country. They're constantly searching for new ways to expand their lands.
Triands- The largest, and most stubborn of countries. Despite Demortris independence, quite a few Triandians still claim that Desmortris still belongs to them. What they lack in military might they make up in numbers. Their land is mostly plains and steppes.
Church of Grovel-
*The Church of Grovel are a typical cult and usually require a small sacrifice of gold to continue as offerings to the great god Grovel, They are compromised with a small gathering of priests and a large gathering of bandits.
*The God Grovel, is typically described as a giant with six arms, each armed with a different weapon. He represents all of life and is considered the judge, jury, and executor of heretics.
*The only way to have Grovel forgive you is for the offender to beg for mercy,hence his name, use of torture and fear are permitted against heretics.
*The Leader, and his fellow priest are considered to be the holiest of the cult, anything they do is considered an act of Devotion and thus can get away with anything they want.
*Priest, in order to be made, must have an understanding in Torture and leadership, they wear a simple robe dyes in dark-blue with a small gold sun emitting six rays etched into the front and back.
*Followers are taught that Heretic's must be killed on sight, unless ordered by the Priest not to, Currently that only applies to the Princess.
-Races-
Any race can be created here, just as long as they don't border godhood.
-Weapons-
These are ancient times, but firearms such as flintlock pistols, rifles and cannons are allowed(they are rare though.)
-Magic-
Magic can range from simple elemental control to psychic powers and can be utilized in many diffrent ways. Time manipulation, Mind reading and Seeing the future is strictly moderated for obvious reasons. Body enhancements can be made, but please moderate them within reasonable levels.
Magic can drain strength, so the bigger spell you cast, the more it saps your energy.
-Characters
Regular players are limited to two only, with obvious limits. i don't want to see Rambo storm the place with god-like reflexes and enough strength to carry a two ton hammer while casting an asteroid down. These are people to you know.
Gm's and Assistant GM's can create up to three so long as they stick to the rule of either 1 good/ 2 evil or 2 good/ 1 evil.
Rules
- All standard rules apply here just like any other RP
- Romance is allowed, But don't take it farther then a kiss.
- PVP fighting is allowed, but ask permission from others before killing Characters
- Mary sues are warned! the only attention you'll be getting is the carving on your gravestone!
- Anything else just PM me
-Oh yea, tell me or any of my Assistant GMs if your gonna be gone for a while or permanently please
- Minimum one paragraph please!
- I understand writers block, but nobody should be cranking out one-liners for pages.
- Wanna be evil? fine, just stick to the two major groups unless you want to form your own, then PM me
- Romance is allowed, But don't take it farther then a kiss.
- PVP fighting is allowed, but ask permission from others before killing Characters
- Mary sues are warned! the only attention you'll be getting is the carving on your gravestone!
- Anything else just PM me
-Oh yea, tell me or any of my Assistant GMs if your gonna be gone for a while or permanently please
- Minimum one paragraph please!
- I understand writers block, but nobody should be cranking out one-liners for pages.
- Wanna be evil? fine, just stick to the two major groups unless you want to form your own, then PM me
Reviews
30/30
Characterization: Advanced
Plot: Advanced
Depth: Advanced
Style: Advanced
Mechanics: Advanced
Overall: Advanced
ViceVersus wrote:Am I missing something, here? No, don't get me wrong. That's a compliment to your GM. When I read through the introduction, I kept scratching my head wondering if this story was an existing fandom before it became a roleplay. The story elements fit nicely together in a way that's just the perfect fantasy story, and I'm wondering what the first Merc's of Demortris was, if there's now a 2nd incarnation. Anyways, as I said before, you have a nice plot here. It's simple, but nicely layered -- something that I feel like I can sink my teeth into. You took about 4.5 paragraphs to give me all the backstory and information I needed to feel prepared for the RP, which is a lovely, lovely length. I can't tell you how many times I've read .. and read, and read, and read, and READ SOME MORE before the GM got the point, told me what was relevant, and then let me know what rules they wanted followed. :P This was a nice break. Good, solid prose. So, then. You have a solid, easy-to-follow plot. What's the characterization looking like? Well, first of all I want to give Inferno a high-five for his introductory post. It really set the tone for the rest of the RP. If I were going to illustrate it, I'd use lots of dark, moody reds and oranges and play off the shadow made by that flickering candle. By Machina's post I was already locked in to the story, reading up every single word. That's called good narrative. That's called getting me interested, as an outside reader. I can't tell you how appreciative I am (I'm about halfway up right now) to find a roleplay where I can read through, and each character FINALLY feels different from all the others. It's a nice change of pace, and it's clear that you've gotten quite a good handful of people who ACTUALLY know how to RP, Inferno. Don't let this lot get away from you too quickly. I've finished reading the posts, now, so let me just give some general feedback. You're all writers. You made each post detailed, tapered, and relevant to the character you were playing. This is a brilliantly textured world, and I feel like I can see beyond even the scope of what you're all allowing me to see. While at first it's a bit overwhelming to keep track of so many characters at once, it's done very well. Keeping plot points in check is something to remember. Having those short-term goals spanning out over the long-term is key, and I think I'm starting to see some room for that here. This sounds like a large-scale RP with a conflict established, but a literal Gobi Desert of places that it could fall away. But I'm confident in you guys. Best of luck, and keep writing!
30/30
Characterization: Advanced
Plot: Advanced
Depth: Advanced
Style: Advanced
Mechanics: Advanced
Overall: Advanced
ChaoticMarin wrote:You have a wonderful roleplay going here. Your characters have a good, solid chunk of information dedicated to each one of them along with pictures. Your plot is well described without giving away too much to give surprises and the like. Your style flows very nicely, and I don't see any problems there. I did find that you could've done a bit more to describe the depth of the kingdoms. However, what you gave was still good enough for an advanced, considering the context. Perhaps consider describing the kingdoms a bit more in depth, is the only thing I can recommend there. I also found that there were 4 spelling and grammar mistakes hidden in your roleplay. If you're curious, you misspelled loosely, different, accidentally used your instead of you're, and accidentally used then instead of than. Other than that though, you did good! The errors do not interfere with the meaning of the sentences, and they were relatively few, so I'm happy to say it wasn't enough to knock you down from Advanced. I do of course encourage you to try and learn from them anyway.
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OOC Notes
2 days ago
Darkness and misery were all that remained, kept back by the single flickering candle that dared make it's stand. Beside it, a large bed, ominously curtained by blue silk, in a room decorated well enough to suit a king. This is where our story begins.
Feir sat heavily beside the bed, his dark eyes sorrowfully overlooking the pitifully strong king he once called friend. "Are you sure about this?" He asked, his voice echoing slightly in the stone walled room. King Jornas, despite how much the illness has taken from him, turned to face his old friend with eyes full of strength. "I've never been more sure." Jornas replied, "I've been watching..." He gave in to a fit of coughing, Feir watching helplessly as the King struggled to recover. After a moment, the cough subsided and Jornas continued, "I've been watching my country fall apart for the past three years, as those vultures." He added hatred to that word "Of a council picked apart my kingdom for themselves."
Feir gave a nod of agreement, he only came here last week, but already he saw the horror the council has wrought. "My last favor, of you Feir, i hope you can grant it." Feir smiled gently, his eyes gleaming in both warmness, and something else. "I'm willing to do you one last favor, but for a price." The Former captain replied "I can't really work for free now anymore." Surprise caused the battered king to flinch, and his words rang like his former self, "Pay!?" He coughed, but fury quickly had it subsiding "I call you here because you swore to protect the kingdom, no matter the cost!" Feir snapped upright, the heavy chair he previously sat in tethered dangerously on two legs before gravity took over and returned it to it's proper position. "This is the very same kingdom that demanded my head after i refused to obey the council." He replied harshly "I couldn't do anything!" The king retorted "You refused, to this very day, to tell me what the council wanted, and left me very little choice in the matter!"
Their gaze clashed as they tried to search for weaknesses in each others determination. Eventually the King succumbed, his illness causing him to grimace uncomfortably as a wave of pain passed. "Name your price." King Jornas said wearily "And be done with it." Feir did.
Present
With the Moonlights assistance Feirs eyes flickered open momentarily before snapping fully awake. Like many times before, he scanned his surroundings, noting the various sleeping forms of his comrades, as well as the Princess. He had opted for a cold camp, which meant no fire, and no hot food. Sorana's birds, bless her, gave their wings a quick flap in acknowledgment and as a warning that they wouldn't be on lookout no longer. The captain nodded in response, shifting aside his cloak he proceeded to slid Runeflare, his blade, back onto his back before raiding the packhorse for dried venison and lukewam water. He gave the venison a doubtful look before taking a bite of the leathery ration chewing it futilely before washing it down with water. As he ate Feir looked back at the still large castle, slightly pleased at the progress they made from the castle. "But we still got a ways to go." he muttered before finishing his meal. turning back he looked over his company one last time before raising his voice to wake them.
"Rise and shine people." He said "I want to get moving as quickly as possible so grab a cold meal and chow down."
Darkness and misery were all that remained, kept back by the single flickering candle that dared make it's stand. Beside it, a large bed, ominously curtained by blue silk, in a room decorated well enough to suit a king. This is where our story begins.
Feir sat heavily beside the bed, his dark eyes sorrowfully overlooking the pitifully strong king he once called friend. "Are you sure about this?" He asked, his voice echoing slightly in the stone walled room. King Jornas, despite how much the illness has taken from him, turned to face his old friend with eyes full of strength. "I've never been more sure." Jornas replied, "I've been watching..." He gave in to a fit of coughing, Feir watching helplessly as the King struggled to recover. After a moment, the cough subsided and Jornas continued, "I've been watching my country fall apart for the past three years, as those vultures." He added hatred to that word "Of a council picked apart my kingdom for themselves."
Feir gave a nod of agreement, he only came here last week, but already he saw the horror the council has wrought. "My last favor, of you Feir, i hope you can grant it." Feir smiled gently, his eyes gleaming in both warmness, and something else. "I'm willing to do you one last favor, but for a price." The Former captain replied "I can't really work for free now anymore." Surprise caused the battered king to flinch, and his words rang like his former self, "Pay!?" He coughed, but fury quickly had it subsiding "I call you here because you swore to protect the kingdom, no matter the cost!" Feir snapped upright, the heavy chair he previously sat in tethered dangerously on two legs before gravity took over and returned it to it's proper position. "This is the very same kingdom that demanded my head after i refused to obey the council." He replied harshly "I couldn't do anything!" The king retorted "You refused, to this very day, to tell me what the council wanted, and left me very little choice in the matter!"
Their gaze clashed as they tried to search for weaknesses in each others determination. Eventually the King succumbed, his illness causing him to grimace uncomfortably as a wave of pain passed. "Name your price." King Jornas said wearily "And be done with it." Feir did.
Present
With the Moonlights assistance Feirs eyes flickered open momentarily before snapping fully awake. Like many times before, he scanned his surroundings, noting the various sleeping forms of his comrades, as well as the Princess. He had opted for a cold camp, which meant no fire, and no hot food. Sorana's birds, bless her, gave their wings a quick flap in acknowledgment and as a warning that they wouldn't be on lookout no longer. The captain nodded in response, shifting aside his cloak he proceeded to slid Runeflare, his blade, back onto his back before raiding the packhorse for dried venison and lukewam water. He gave the venison a doubtful look before taking a bite of the leathery ration chewing it futilely before washing it down with water. As he ate Feir looked back at the still large castle, slightly pleased at the progress they made from the castle. "But we still got a ways to go." he muttered before finishing his meal. turning back he looked over his company one last time before raising his voice to wake them.
"Rise and shine people." He said "I want to get moving as quickly as possible so grab a cold meal and chow down."
OOC Notes
She didn't sleep much anymore. Maybe it was her fey blood, but Reilyn had never had much need for more than four hours or so a day, but now she didn't even get that. She knew that it was probably starting to show by now, her pale face darkened about the eyes with purplish rims of overwrought blood vessels.
But how could she be expected to sleep when she lived in constant fear of not being able to awake the next morn? Each second she spent with her eyes closed, she half-expected to feel the cold steel of a sword across her throat, and the warm, sticky sensation of her life's blood sliding down her neck to the ground below. A morbid thought, perhaps, but not one that could be called out-of-place.
At the mercenary's call, therefore, she was the first to clamber out of the bedroll that had been provided her, likely as part of whatever price had been demanded of her father to secure her life for as long as these men and women were able. To tell the truth, she supposed she should feel angry that he'd been had like that, her father, but she could not summon the emotion of anger to herself any more than she could sleep. Her life was presently a repetition of the same actions: get up, pack camp, ride, eat, ride some more, unpack camp, pretend to sleep. Funny, how it felt so much like rote already, though it had only been two days.
Swinging astride her white horse without assistance (she was not going to be any weaker than strictly necessary), she patted the creature's neck gently with long, slender fingers, taking some small comfort in the warmth of another living thing. Sometimes, when the hours a-saddle became too tedious, she would allow her mind to drift outward and contact the slow life-processes of the nearby plants. It was comforting, that constant state of growth, of change. At least something was predictable, even if many other things were not.
Reaching into her saddlebags, Reilyn removed a small lump of bread, pressed into her hands just before she took flight by a loyal cook, who had watched the Princess leave with the tiniest spark of hope in her eyes. She supposed that was the only thing that kept her going now: the knowledge that someone, somewhere, wished desperately for her to succeed. Reilyn had no particular inclinations one way or another, and so perhaps this was enough to determine her course.
Steady green eyes watched as the rest of the small company stirred and made their own preparations for departure. She'd made it a goal to learn names without having to ask for them. So far, she had maybe three or so, not that anyone gave her cause to use them. The mercs (as she had gathered they were called for short) were a fairly insular group, and spoke to each other when they spoke at all, or so it seemed to the outsider's eyes.
But how could she be expected to sleep when she lived in constant fear of not being able to awake the next morn? Each second she spent with her eyes closed, she half-expected to feel the cold steel of a sword across her throat, and the warm, sticky sensation of her life's blood sliding down her neck to the ground below. A morbid thought, perhaps, but not one that could be called out-of-place.
At the mercenary's call, therefore, she was the first to clamber out of the bedroll that had been provided her, likely as part of whatever price had been demanded of her father to secure her life for as long as these men and women were able. To tell the truth, she supposed she should feel angry that he'd been had like that, her father, but she could not summon the emotion of anger to herself any more than she could sleep. Her life was presently a repetition of the same actions: get up, pack camp, ride, eat, ride some more, unpack camp, pretend to sleep. Funny, how it felt so much like rote already, though it had only been two days.
Swinging astride her white horse without assistance (she was not going to be any weaker than strictly necessary), she patted the creature's neck gently with long, slender fingers, taking some small comfort in the warmth of another living thing. Sometimes, when the hours a-saddle became too tedious, she would allow her mind to drift outward and contact the slow life-processes of the nearby plants. It was comforting, that constant state of growth, of change. At least something was predictable, even if many other things were not.
Reaching into her saddlebags, Reilyn removed a small lump of bread, pressed into her hands just before she took flight by a loyal cook, who had watched the Princess leave with the tiniest spark of hope in her eyes. She supposed that was the only thing that kept her going now: the knowledge that someone, somewhere, wished desperately for her to succeed. Reilyn had no particular inclinations one way or another, and so perhaps this was enough to determine her course.
Steady green eyes watched as the rest of the small company stirred and made their own preparations for departure. She'd made it a goal to learn names without having to ask for them. So far, she had maybe three or so, not that anyone gave her cause to use them. The mercs (as she had gathered they were called for short) were a fairly insular group, and spoke to each other when they spoke at all, or so it seemed to the outsider's eyes.
OOC Notes
Sleep was a slow thing to come by for Seti, as he dozed off slow and woke up fast, a useful combination in hostile territory, such as this, but this was not conductive towards building up a full amount of rest, depending on proximity to hostility. And they were near the center of danger, so he was on edge at the moment, in a sense that he would have to protect himself, his friends in the company, and the princess with his arcane powers. But that was a what if situation, and as such was not something he would spend time dwelling on. For now, it was time to get up and moving.
He uncrossed his legs from the meditative stance he assumed whenever he went to sleep, and stood up, stretching quietly for a few seconds before picking up his staff, being careful not to let any energy into it, as it would light up the headpiece of his staff, and that could signal trouble from a great distance away. He had to be careful with matters such as that, where stealth was more important than habit or other such moments. He was less concerned about being assassinated, as it was rare to be infiltrated while not knowing of such an occurrence. With that, he brushed himself off and set his staff firmly in grip and approached the horse that he was to ride.
Almost as an afterthought rather than deliberate action, he turned and packed up the bedroll he had slept in and set it into the pack on the horse before pulling out a smallish hunk of dried meat and water. Breakfast of kings, was the only half bitter thought as he set into the food and did his best to wash away the less than savory taste the meat left in his mouth. He had the meal down quick enough, and walked over to their Captain and leader Feir, speaking quietly but in a somewhat amiable tone of voice.
"Good morning to you too." He glanced back at the silhouette of a castle, and shrugged. "Going to be a long job, isn't it?" He never had loyalty to the crown or any such nonsense, first and foremost having been himself until joining the Steel Wolves, then it was them, than him. Nothing more, and nothing less.
He uncrossed his legs from the meditative stance he assumed whenever he went to sleep, and stood up, stretching quietly for a few seconds before picking up his staff, being careful not to let any energy into it, as it would light up the headpiece of his staff, and that could signal trouble from a great distance away. He had to be careful with matters such as that, where stealth was more important than habit or other such moments. He was less concerned about being assassinated, as it was rare to be infiltrated while not knowing of such an occurrence. With that, he brushed himself off and set his staff firmly in grip and approached the horse that he was to ride.
Almost as an afterthought rather than deliberate action, he turned and packed up the bedroll he had slept in and set it into the pack on the horse before pulling out a smallish hunk of dried meat and water. Breakfast of kings, was the only half bitter thought as he set into the food and did his best to wash away the less than savory taste the meat left in his mouth. He had the meal down quick enough, and walked over to their Captain and leader Feir, speaking quietly but in a somewhat amiable tone of voice.
"Good morning to you too." He glanced back at the silhouette of a castle, and shrugged. "Going to be a long job, isn't it?" He never had loyalty to the crown or any such nonsense, first and foremost having been himself until joining the Steel Wolves, then it was them, than him. Nothing more, and nothing less.
OOC Notes
Sorana had been looking up at the sky for the past hour, her hands folded underneath her head. Stars had always been beautiful to her, warm but distant and unattainable. Vesper and Awenasa had been keeping watch throughout the night and Sorana worried about them – no owl or coyote would mess with the eagle but the small hawk would be an easy target. She was turning the idea of training an owl just for this purpose when Feir spoke rather loudly in the silence, telling them to awake. After only a moment the princess rolled out of her own bedroll. The falconer assumed the princess was having trouble sleeping - nerves and adrenaline. There was little that could be done until she calmed herself down or Feir allowed her to be drugged. Sorana thought the second option was highly unlikely.
After a moment more of enjoying the warmth of her own bedroll, Sorana rolled over and crawled out. She always slept in her clothes in case of emergencies. Now she flattened out the wrinkles with the palm of her hands as she stood. She took a few moments to stretch and get her blood circulating before she started clearing camp. It didn’t take long, considering there was no campfire and cook ware. Silently she saddled Starfire and began to load her. The horse whickered and stood by obediently. Bridle in hand, the falconer looked up at Vesper and the bird took off to hunt. Awenasa was already gone, in the silent way she seemed to appear and disappear.
After bridling the horse she finally looked around at the others. The Princess seemed more than ready to go, already up on her horse. Sorana raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She glanced over at Feir before she spoke, “The birds are hunting. They’ll join us when they’re done. Till then, eyes and ears sharp.”
She grinned at the princess and swung up in her own saddle. She loved the feel of the horse’s weight and strength beneath her, the gentle breathing, the musky smell. If she had not grown up being a falconer, she thought being a carter would be a good second. The girl nudged her horse with her heels, leading it in small circles around the camp.
After a moment more of enjoying the warmth of her own bedroll, Sorana rolled over and crawled out. She always slept in her clothes in case of emergencies. Now she flattened out the wrinkles with the palm of her hands as she stood. She took a few moments to stretch and get her blood circulating before she started clearing camp. It didn’t take long, considering there was no campfire and cook ware. Silently she saddled Starfire and began to load her. The horse whickered and stood by obediently. Bridle in hand, the falconer looked up at Vesper and the bird took off to hunt. Awenasa was already gone, in the silent way she seemed to appear and disappear.
After bridling the horse she finally looked around at the others. The Princess seemed more than ready to go, already up on her horse. Sorana raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She glanced over at Feir before she spoke, “The birds are hunting. They’ll join us when they’re done. Till then, eyes and ears sharp.”
She grinned at the princess and swung up in her own saddle. She loved the feel of the horse’s weight and strength beneath her, the gentle breathing, the musky smell. If she had not grown up being a falconer, she thought being a carter would be a good second. The girl nudged her horse with her heels, leading it in small circles around the camp.
OOC Notes
As Feir had told everyone to basically awaken from their sleep Cervious sat beside a tall tree having his
back against it while seeming to snore lightly. Though after a few moments or so his ears twitched hearing the order from the leader. Which resulted him to get to his feet by simply pushing himself up with his left hand against the tree. Once he stood on his feet he let out a yawn whilst stretching out his limbs. Cervious was used to sleeping in the wilderness seeing it was basically were he had grown up. He had a decent amount of sleep, about six or seven hours. He didn’t have as much worry as his comrades. He had some confidence in his excellent hearing seeing he is a kin to most wolves that had sensitive hearing as a trait as well as a great sense of smell. Cervious has confidence in his traits because he has been able to detect sounds and other things from a distance away using these senses.
For a few moments Cervious stood there in his current position in thought thinking of something from his past, before snapping back into reality moments later. Now remembering what Feir had said Cervious placed his hand into the pouch at his side ,normally where he kept the hydara root for tea making. His hand continued to dig inside of the pouch at his side until it had found what it was looking for. Cervious’s hand emerged with a piece of dried meat, or what other people would call jerky. He had decided to have this for his meal for the moment. Taking a bite of the tough dry meat, chewing it until it was like mush in his mouth before he swallowed it. It was just a small sized slab, enough to keep up his strength for a few hours.
Though as he ate the jerky meat he looked off toward the distance seeing the castle which was still in view of the Steel Wolves Company. Cervious was a bit surprised at how their group’s progress was doing seeing they covered a good distance but had still a long way to go. After the last bite of the jerky meat, he chewed it up for about several seconds before swallowing it down. It had filled him slightly, enough to survive until next meal time, though he had grown a bit thirsty. He began to pat at his waist looking for his small gourd where he kept his water. It had taken a few moments before he actually found it right beside his pouch. He grasped the gourd tightly before taking the cork lid off of it ,taking a few sips of it washing down the remnants of the dried meat in his mouth as well as nourishing his mouth with the warm water, giving a feeling of hydration and a bit of a clean mouth
After he had drank the warm water in his gourd, he turned to his leader Feir as well as a fellow member Seti conversating in the distance. Cervious decided to join them, and walked towards them in a calm manner expressing a equable expression on his face. Within a few moments he arrived beside them both before saying “Morning Feir…Seti….hope you two got a good sleep?” he asked them before looking to the princess seeing she seemed to have lack of sleep. He then looked back to Seti and Feir before saying “So what should we be expecting today Feir?” he asked him in a curious tone seeming to wonder what he had predicted for their encounters today. He looked to the rest of his comrades seeing they still were weary for the moment.
back against it while seeming to snore lightly. Though after a few moments or so his ears twitched hearing the order from the leader. Which resulted him to get to his feet by simply pushing himself up with his left hand against the tree. Once he stood on his feet he let out a yawn whilst stretching out his limbs. Cervious was used to sleeping in the wilderness seeing it was basically were he had grown up. He had a decent amount of sleep, about six or seven hours. He didn’t have as much worry as his comrades. He had some confidence in his excellent hearing seeing he is a kin to most wolves that had sensitive hearing as a trait as well as a great sense of smell. Cervious has confidence in his traits because he has been able to detect sounds and other things from a distance away using these senses.
For a few moments Cervious stood there in his current position in thought thinking of something from his past, before snapping back into reality moments later. Now remembering what Feir had said Cervious placed his hand into the pouch at his side ,normally where he kept the hydara root for tea making. His hand continued to dig inside of the pouch at his side until it had found what it was looking for. Cervious’s hand emerged with a piece of dried meat, or what other people would call jerky. He had decided to have this for his meal for the moment. Taking a bite of the tough dry meat, chewing it until it was like mush in his mouth before he swallowed it. It was just a small sized slab, enough to keep up his strength for a few hours.
Though as he ate the jerky meat he looked off toward the distance seeing the castle which was still in view of the Steel Wolves Company. Cervious was a bit surprised at how their group’s progress was doing seeing they covered a good distance but had still a long way to go. After the last bite of the jerky meat, he chewed it up for about several seconds before swallowing it down. It had filled him slightly, enough to survive until next meal time, though he had grown a bit thirsty. He began to pat at his waist looking for his small gourd where he kept his water. It had taken a few moments before he actually found it right beside his pouch. He grasped the gourd tightly before taking the cork lid off of it ,taking a few sips of it washing down the remnants of the dried meat in his mouth as well as nourishing his mouth with the warm water, giving a feeling of hydration and a bit of a clean mouth
After he had drank the warm water in his gourd, he turned to his leader Feir as well as a fellow member Seti conversating in the distance. Cervious decided to join them, and walked towards them in a calm manner expressing a equable expression on his face. Within a few moments he arrived beside them both before saying “Morning Feir…Seti….hope you two got a good sleep?” he asked them before looking to the princess seeing she seemed to have lack of sleep. He then looked back to Seti and Feir before saying “So what should we be expecting today Feir?” he asked him in a curious tone seeming to wonder what he had predicted for their encounters today. He looked to the rest of his comrades seeing they still were weary for the moment.
OOC Notes
Brianne grumbled and mumbled and tossed and turned. Lying on her back she looked up at the faint glimmer of the starry sky she let out a hefty sigh. It was deep into the night and Brianne was still sleepy. They had received a rather strong order from the King; it was their mission to transport the princess to Genova then literally start a war at their homeland. The mission was insane, the goal seemed impossible and quite frankly it seemed like the Steel Wolves were just marching to their death. Brianne sat up from her spot on the ground, running her hands through her hair as she did so. She let out a light shiver from the lack of fire and stifled the massive yawn coming up through her system.
“Never going to get used to this.” The huntress grumbled sleepily.
With great effort the huntress got up on her feet shakily. Rubbing her eyes a bit she stretched high towards the sky, loosening the knots gained from sleeping quite nicely. Now slightly awake Brianne hefted her massive weapon, the Great Cutter as she called it, onto her shoulder and readjusted the two pouches by her hip that held her other weapons of choice.
Brianne really wasn’t used to this kind of job much. Sleeping late and waking up only in the dead of night was not something typical of this girl. During her travels she always slept early and woke up to the gentle rays of the sun, not the eerie luminescence of the moon. Brianne was only with the Company for a few months at most. During the time she had grown a fondness for them and a sense of camaraderie for the mercenaries. However if Brianne had to go through another midnight stroll she might consider butchering the lot of them.
Carefully moving her way to her packhorse she grumbled as she sifted through the various compartments of the pack. Hunting knives, charms and various tools were all there.
‘Now where the hell is the bloody food?’ The huntress mentally whined.
After some time Brianne finally got into the right compartment and took out a small canteen of water and a pouch of food. Grabbing a handful of the dried fruits, beans and meats she happily chewed through it quickly and took light sips of water as she looked about the camp. Noting the majority of the troupe readying their horses and begin to converse she sidled off towards the princess.
“It’s going to be another long night Princess.” Brianne stated as she clumsily got up and saddled her horse. Brianne was a hunter and typically was used to walking. Aside from the past few days she had never ridden a horse, let alone gotten on top of one while sleepy.
“You’re looking awfully awake your Majesty. What’s your secret?” She asked the royal woman sleepily.
“Never going to get used to this.” The huntress grumbled sleepily.
With great effort the huntress got up on her feet shakily. Rubbing her eyes a bit she stretched high towards the sky, loosening the knots gained from sleeping quite nicely. Now slightly awake Brianne hefted her massive weapon, the Great Cutter as she called it, onto her shoulder and readjusted the two pouches by her hip that held her other weapons of choice.
Brianne really wasn’t used to this kind of job much. Sleeping late and waking up only in the dead of night was not something typical of this girl. During her travels she always slept early and woke up to the gentle rays of the sun, not the eerie luminescence of the moon. Brianne was only with the Company for a few months at most. During the time she had grown a fondness for them and a sense of camaraderie for the mercenaries. However if Brianne had to go through another midnight stroll she might consider butchering the lot of them.
Carefully moving her way to her packhorse she grumbled as she sifted through the various compartments of the pack. Hunting knives, charms and various tools were all there.
‘Now where the hell is the bloody food?’ The huntress mentally whined.
After some time Brianne finally got into the right compartment and took out a small canteen of water and a pouch of food. Grabbing a handful of the dried fruits, beans and meats she happily chewed through it quickly and took light sips of water as she looked about the camp. Noting the majority of the troupe readying their horses and begin to converse she sidled off towards the princess.
“It’s going to be another long night Princess.” Brianne stated as she clumsily got up and saddled her horse. Brianne was a hunter and typically was used to walking. Aside from the past few days she had never ridden a horse, let alone gotten on top of one while sleepy.
“You’re looking awfully awake your Majesty. What’s your secret?” She asked the royal woman sleepily.
OOC Notes
((I wanted to wait and see where you guys where starting before I hoped in with the antagonist, also can you give me a count of how big your group is? if it is just the Rpers or do you have NPC Mercenaries with you?))
-Yesterday-
Luther looked over the plains, it was the vision of tranquility, peaceful and quiet. The silence in the meadow was only cut by the slow breath of men and women. Looking to his left, he saw the line of his soldiers. Their helms gleaming in the sun hiding all expression, their chainmail running over every curve of their body, yet not revealing a thing of the man underneath. Above their glittering helms were the great halberds standing a wall of metal that not many enemy troops could ever hope to break, the pole in their held firmly in their right hand. Fastened to their left forearm was a medium sized kite shield.
Luther looked behind him to Steffen, the banner boy. Only 16 and somehow he landed with Luther and his regiment of brutalized veterans... poor lad, looked scared out of his wits. It was his first battle, and one of the many he was most likely to have under Luther assuming he survived. Looking into the tree line across from them, he heard a distant sound. This sound slowly increased, and now they could make it out as a roar of some kind.
From the tree line burst forth a rabble of men with random bits of weaponry some carried pitchforks, axes, swords, clubs, branches it seemed they carried whatever they could use. They were rebels from a town, hoping to ransack other towns for whatever reason. Luther did not care for the reason, his job was to end their mini rebellion, and truthfully he had crushed to many to care about whatever this one was about. As the rabble neared the warcrys increased, and behind him, he felt more than saw the young Steffen shake with fear.
At 15 feet, and when the rabble wouldnt be able to control their momentum, the wall of helberds fell, pointing at the charging rabble, unable to stop themselves they impaled themselves on the head of the halberds, the nicely forged spear point. The front rank pulled the spear points out, and raised the halberds bringing it down on the rabble, the axe heads slicing into warm flesh, as the second rank leaned over stabbing with the halberds spear point. The distance was only 5 feet but for the rebels it would seem like miles.
Luther stepped forward thrusting the spear point of his halberd deep into one of the rebels. It seems he thrusted to hard as the spear got stuck in the bowels of the dirty rebel. Stepping forward he slammed his shield into the body knocking him off his feet. Stepping over the body, he drew his blade catching the sword of a rather large rebel who in slightly better shape than the rest so Luther assumed it was he who was leading the enemy troops. Sparks flew between the blade, as they moved fighting amidst the chaos of battle, the rebel was obviously untrained, and when he took a swing that was slightly to high, Luther removed the mans forearm. The rebel leader only had time to star at the stump that remained at his elbow before Luther removed the mans head.
As the head rolled on the ground, Luther waited for the enemy but found none.. Looking down the blood soaked plains he saw rebel bodies everywhere yet none of his own mens... looking back to check on Steffen he was dismayed to see the power young lad bleeding out on the ground, a pitchfork in his stomach, seemed one of the rebels managed a lucky blow.. lowering his head in respect for a fallen brother-in-arms, Luther turned to go to camp and give his report.
-Today-
Luther awoke at the break of dawn, he stepped out of his small tent, in time to see his men and woman breaking camp. He had sent the dispatches for the loss of a soldier and to report on their victory. Hopefully the rider would return soon with their next orders and replacement in their unit (I left it open for you to enter your character felikes into the unit)
-Yesterday-
Luther looked over the plains, it was the vision of tranquility, peaceful and quiet. The silence in the meadow was only cut by the slow breath of men and women. Looking to his left, he saw the line of his soldiers. Their helms gleaming in the sun hiding all expression, their chainmail running over every curve of their body, yet not revealing a thing of the man underneath. Above their glittering helms were the great halberds standing a wall of metal that not many enemy troops could ever hope to break, the pole in their held firmly in their right hand. Fastened to their left forearm was a medium sized kite shield.
Luther looked behind him to Steffen, the banner boy. Only 16 and somehow he landed with Luther and his regiment of brutalized veterans... poor lad, looked scared out of his wits. It was his first battle, and one of the many he was most likely to have under Luther assuming he survived. Looking into the tree line across from them, he heard a distant sound. This sound slowly increased, and now they could make it out as a roar of some kind.
From the tree line burst forth a rabble of men with random bits of weaponry some carried pitchforks, axes, swords, clubs, branches it seemed they carried whatever they could use. They were rebels from a town, hoping to ransack other towns for whatever reason. Luther did not care for the reason, his job was to end their mini rebellion, and truthfully he had crushed to many to care about whatever this one was about. As the rabble neared the warcrys increased, and behind him, he felt more than saw the young Steffen shake with fear.
At 15 feet, and when the rabble wouldnt be able to control their momentum, the wall of helberds fell, pointing at the charging rabble, unable to stop themselves they impaled themselves on the head of the halberds, the nicely forged spear point. The front rank pulled the spear points out, and raised the halberds bringing it down on the rabble, the axe heads slicing into warm flesh, as the second rank leaned over stabbing with the halberds spear point. The distance was only 5 feet but for the rebels it would seem like miles.
Luther stepped forward thrusting the spear point of his halberd deep into one of the rebels. It seems he thrusted to hard as the spear got stuck in the bowels of the dirty rebel. Stepping forward he slammed his shield into the body knocking him off his feet. Stepping over the body, he drew his blade catching the sword of a rather large rebel who in slightly better shape than the rest so Luther assumed it was he who was leading the enemy troops. Sparks flew between the blade, as they moved fighting amidst the chaos of battle, the rebel was obviously untrained, and when he took a swing that was slightly to high, Luther removed the mans forearm. The rebel leader only had time to star at the stump that remained at his elbow before Luther removed the mans head.
As the head rolled on the ground, Luther waited for the enemy but found none.. Looking down the blood soaked plains he saw rebel bodies everywhere yet none of his own mens... looking back to check on Steffen he was dismayed to see the power young lad bleeding out on the ground, a pitchfork in his stomach, seemed one of the rebels managed a lucky blow.. lowering his head in respect for a fallen brother-in-arms, Luther turned to go to camp and give his report.
-Today-
Luther awoke at the break of dawn, he stepped out of his small tent, in time to see his men and woman breaking camp. He had sent the dispatches for the loss of a soldier and to report on their victory. Hopefully the rider would return soon with their next orders and replacement in their unit (I left it open for you to enter your character felikes into the unit)
OOC Notes
(Only us RPers)
Awake, Able, and extremely dangerous to boot. Feir allowed himself a small smile as he watched his squad rise and prepare in a manner that would shame most military. He gave of nod as Seti approached and gave a greeting. "Going to be a long job, isn't it?" Seti asked, Feir gave him a brief glance in return "I'd already knew it would take weeks to escort her highness." He replied, "But we can't count down the days, when i took a job, i made a promise to never stop until the conditions are met." He gave another nod as Cervious before rolling his eyes at the wolflings comment of good sleep. Sleep could be considered a luxury when your profession involved constant danger and unavoidable death.
“So what should we be expecting today Feir?” Cervious asked. Feir crossed his arm, head tilted as he figured possible paths and enemies they could be facing. "The main danger still stems from Castle Selitus and it's barracks." The captain replied, "But Demortris's troops are still spread everywhere under the pretense of quelling rebellions and cultist attacks." He turned away and stored his canteen of water back onto the packhorse. "I'm unsure of the cultist, but i'm under the assumption that they're attacking in an unbiased manner." He allowed the news to settle in before uttering words he hated to hear. "In short, dangers everywhere."
He swung up onto his horse and looked across the campsite, eyes full of confidence that his company could handle anything thrown at them. "Wolves." He called out "We head northeast of here to a small village where hopefully we can resupply without making to much notice."
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His anger had already killed two servants when he first learned of the escape, but that only served to fuel Zevern's fury as he stalked toward the heavy double doors, and with a single word, blew them in. Silence struck the council room instantly, nobody wanting to draw the furious mans attention least he decide to execute them.
"WHERE IS SHE!?" He roared, Nobody spoke, eyes hastily looking elsewhere. The council head allowed himself to calm down, took a more softer tone as he repeated the question. This time, a council man stood "We are currently looking for her." He announced "But so far nothing has come up." Zevern sighed, took his seat at the head of the council table and motioned for the man to keep standing. "Tell me about her companions." He ordered, and the man nodded, eager to get away from Zevern's blank eyes. "She was reported to have escaped with the help of a band of mercenaries and a local cook." He reported "But amazingly enough, Feir Arcus was among them."
Zevern allowed the council to talk amongst themselves as this bit of news registered with them. "Feir, whom was said to have disappeared after he resigned, was with the princess?" He asked and the man nodded in response. He stood slowly, his eyes sweeping the room, a slow smile emerging as he began his counterattack. "This can only mean that the princess has announced her intention of a coup." He said "She murdered the king after tricking him to write a will and stealing the heirloom sword."
A knock at the door had Zevern glance up and locking a poor messenger in his sights. "Luther reports a total victory over the farmers in the north, and a replacement for the soldier he lost." He reported. An idea struck Zevern then, he acted upon it, "Send a replacement for Luther's troops and tell him to begin searching for the princess." He ordered "Let us see how Feir and the rest of his merry band can handle our best fighters."
Awake, Able, and extremely dangerous to boot. Feir allowed himself a small smile as he watched his squad rise and prepare in a manner that would shame most military. He gave of nod as Seti approached and gave a greeting. "Going to be a long job, isn't it?" Seti asked, Feir gave him a brief glance in return "I'd already knew it would take weeks to escort her highness." He replied, "But we can't count down the days, when i took a job, i made a promise to never stop until the conditions are met." He gave another nod as Cervious before rolling his eyes at the wolflings comment of good sleep. Sleep could be considered a luxury when your profession involved constant danger and unavoidable death.
“So what should we be expecting today Feir?” Cervious asked. Feir crossed his arm, head tilted as he figured possible paths and enemies they could be facing. "The main danger still stems from Castle Selitus and it's barracks." The captain replied, "But Demortris's troops are still spread everywhere under the pretense of quelling rebellions and cultist attacks." He turned away and stored his canteen of water back onto the packhorse. "I'm unsure of the cultist, but i'm under the assumption that they're attacking in an unbiased manner." He allowed the news to settle in before uttering words he hated to hear. "In short, dangers everywhere."
He swung up onto his horse and looked across the campsite, eyes full of confidence that his company could handle anything thrown at them. "Wolves." He called out "We head northeast of here to a small village where hopefully we can resupply without making to much notice."
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His anger had already killed two servants when he first learned of the escape, but that only served to fuel Zevern's fury as he stalked toward the heavy double doors, and with a single word, blew them in. Silence struck the council room instantly, nobody wanting to draw the furious mans attention least he decide to execute them.
"WHERE IS SHE!?" He roared, Nobody spoke, eyes hastily looking elsewhere. The council head allowed himself to calm down, took a more softer tone as he repeated the question. This time, a council man stood "We are currently looking for her." He announced "But so far nothing has come up." Zevern sighed, took his seat at the head of the council table and motioned for the man to keep standing. "Tell me about her companions." He ordered, and the man nodded, eager to get away from Zevern's blank eyes. "She was reported to have escaped with the help of a band of mercenaries and a local cook." He reported "But amazingly enough, Feir Arcus was among them."
Zevern allowed the council to talk amongst themselves as this bit of news registered with them. "Feir, whom was said to have disappeared after he resigned, was with the princess?" He asked and the man nodded in response. He stood slowly, his eyes sweeping the room, a slow smile emerging as he began his counterattack. "This can only mean that the princess has announced her intention of a coup." He said "She murdered the king after tricking him to write a will and stealing the heirloom sword."
A knock at the door had Zevern glance up and locking a poor messenger in his sights. "Luther reports a total victory over the farmers in the north, and a replacement for the soldier he lost." He reported. An idea struck Zevern then, he acted upon it, "Send a replacement for Luther's troops and tell him to begin searching for the princess." He ordered "Let us see how Feir and the rest of his merry band can handle our best fighters."
OOC Notes
Reilyn watched the mercenaries rise and begin their preparations. She had gathered that they were a good deal more efficient than the typical regiment of soldiers, perhaps as a function of the small size of the group. She hoped also that it would make going unnoticed a bit easier. The last thing she wanted was for any of them to get injured or killed for her sake, but if the situation at the palace was still what she supposed it would be at present, the chances of everyone escaping unscathed were slim indeed. though her father had been amongst the kindest of men, that had not necessarily been true of those he was surrounded with.
Biting her lower lip, Reilyn stole a glance back up at the castle. Even now, it still loomed large above everything she did, and for the moment she could not help but think that she would be glad to be rid of it. She might have thought the same of her royalty itself, save that she knew the alternatives were not of the sort that would ensure the safety of Demortris, and her country and more importantly its people had to be her chief concern. If that meant sacrificing her own desires, then so be it.
One of the mercenaries, the falconer, if she guessed aright, shot her a fleeting smile, to which Reilyn could manage only a nod. She had once been quite given to smiling herself, and conversation for that matter, but now she wondered if she might ever be able to again. Her father and mother were both dead, and who knew what had become of her brother or any of the others she had known? Too many tings were changing too quickly or her ordinarily bright self to keep up, and what remained was a melancholy soul indeed.
A group of her escorts seemed to be talking amongst themselves, and she would have listened in (as she had done in the many instances that her father held private meetings she was not supposed to know about) but she didn't think they would be quite so forgiving if she were caught, and she knew little enough of what was even happening for anything she heard to be of much use besides.
One of the others, a woman about the same age as herself and quite groggy-looking, asked her about how she managed to wake so quickly. "I wish it were some secret," she replied honestly, "but in truth it is not so hard to waken if one does not sleep in the first place." A thought struck her, and she shook her head slightly, blond ponytail swishing behind her. "And please, do not call me 'Princess' or 'highness' or anything like that... I would rather be just Reilyn for the moment, if you would be so kind as to grant me this."
The princess checked and double-checked her equipment. A saddlebag of foodstuffs, another with clothing, the bedroll slung behind her, and her sword, currently swaddled in cloth for the purposes of disguise, within easy reach. She wished she had a bow; she'd always been a bit more confident at a distance, but this would have to do for now.
Biting her lower lip, Reilyn stole a glance back up at the castle. Even now, it still loomed large above everything she did, and for the moment she could not help but think that she would be glad to be rid of it. She might have thought the same of her royalty itself, save that she knew the alternatives were not of the sort that would ensure the safety of Demortris, and her country and more importantly its people had to be her chief concern. If that meant sacrificing her own desires, then so be it.
One of the mercenaries, the falconer, if she guessed aright, shot her a fleeting smile, to which Reilyn could manage only a nod. She had once been quite given to smiling herself, and conversation for that matter, but now she wondered if she might ever be able to again. Her father and mother were both dead, and who knew what had become of her brother or any of the others she had known? Too many tings were changing too quickly or her ordinarily bright self to keep up, and what remained was a melancholy soul indeed.
A group of her escorts seemed to be talking amongst themselves, and she would have listened in (as she had done in the many instances that her father held private meetings she was not supposed to know about) but she didn't think they would be quite so forgiving if she were caught, and she knew little enough of what was even happening for anything she heard to be of much use besides.
One of the others, a woman about the same age as herself and quite groggy-looking, asked her about how she managed to wake so quickly. "I wish it were some secret," she replied honestly, "but in truth it is not so hard to waken if one does not sleep in the first place." A thought struck her, and she shook her head slightly, blond ponytail swishing behind her. "And please, do not call me 'Princess' or 'highness' or anything like that... I would rather be just Reilyn for the moment, if you would be so kind as to grant me this."
The princess checked and double-checked her equipment. A saddlebag of foodstuffs, another with clothing, the bedroll slung behind her, and her sword, currently swaddled in cloth for the purposes of disguise, within easy reach. She wished she had a bow; she'd always been a bit more confident at a distance, but this would have to do for now.
OOC Notes
Seti nodded to Cervious as he made his way over and greeted them, asking of their ability to sleep. He had a feeling Cervious had gotten enough sleep, the wolf man had a good habit of being able to sleep well, no matter what the situation was. He was being polite though, so he asked of his ability to sleep as well. "Good morning Cervius, slept well enough, I hope you had a good amount of sleep as well?"
Nodding in response to his question, Feir answered it almost as he had expected him to have. One of the reasons he had so willingly followed the man, to be specific. But regardless, he replied as he shifted the way the robes sat on his shoulders. So they were heading north east now, that made sense. Acquire as much of the supplies needed for the trek out of the country as possible, than make for the borders. The sooner they got moving, the better."Of course. I follow your lead."
Taking his leave, he walked over to his horse, an unnamed beast that hadn't despised him utterly when he attempted to work with it and, as such, he treated it well, more so than most would think the mage could spare time for. He rummaged through the pouches on the horse's flank, where he kept many supplies he did not, or could not, carry on his person. Mostly food stuffs, the bed roll that he had slept in and almost forgotten again, various supplies for his arcane studies and rituals, when it was necessary for that approach.
They may have been a mainly sword, bow, and shield sort of company, but the mage found plenty of work when it came to combat and study. Mounting up, he was finally ready to leave. He noted that the newer girl, and the princess, were conversing and left them to it. They were ready to travel, and that was all that really concerned the mage at the moment. So long as they were good to leave, than they could talk all they wished. So long as it did not expose them.
Nodding in response to his question, Feir answered it almost as he had expected him to have. One of the reasons he had so willingly followed the man, to be specific. But regardless, he replied as he shifted the way the robes sat on his shoulders. So they were heading north east now, that made sense. Acquire as much of the supplies needed for the trek out of the country as possible, than make for the borders. The sooner they got moving, the better."Of course. I follow your lead."
Taking his leave, he walked over to his horse, an unnamed beast that hadn't despised him utterly when he attempted to work with it and, as such, he treated it well, more so than most would think the mage could spare time for. He rummaged through the pouches on the horse's flank, where he kept many supplies he did not, or could not, carry on his person. Mostly food stuffs, the bed roll that he had slept in and almost forgotten again, various supplies for his arcane studies and rituals, when it was necessary for that approach.
They may have been a mainly sword, bow, and shield sort of company, but the mage found plenty of work when it came to combat and study. Mounting up, he was finally ready to leave. He noted that the newer girl, and the princess, were conversing and left them to it. They were ready to travel, and that was all that really concerned the mage at the moment. So long as they were good to leave, than they could talk all they wished. So long as it did not expose them.
OOC Notes
Cervious listened to his leader Feir as he replied to his question saying that there was pretty much danger everywhere, Cervious blinked before placing his hand underneath his muzzle in thought. He knew that this venture was going to be dangerous and coming out unscratched was near impossible, After a second or two he listed to Seti say "Good morning Cervius, slept well enough, I hope you had a good amount of sleep as well?". Cervious replied "Ya I slept a decent amount, hough i hope everyone else got some sleep." he said while having his arms crossed and nodding . Though when Feir had said they were heading out northeast to the nearest village to resupply he patted down his form seeing if he had everything he had before he had went to sleep. After a few moments he found that he had everything still, which were, his leather pouch filled with a few pieces of Hydara root, and sharpening tools. A gourd filled half way with lukewarm water, and his cherished spear that was made by his father and mother, that was strapped to his back by his weapon strap.
He stood firmly expressing calmness for the moment whilst tilting his head to the side cracking his neck getting a immediate relief of his stiffen neck. Then after a second or two he said “Alright I’m ready to go, You want me to be the detector? While we make our way northeast?” he asked Feir seeing he had the great sense of smell and hearing, like those of the canine family. Cervious had a arched brow seeming to be curious of what Feir was going to say whilst the rest of his comrades got ready to head out.
Cervious had no problems doing this type of job, as long as he proved useful in someway. Though as he looked around his surroundings he wondered what might happen to him this venture, seeing the last few task he had taken he had gotten out alive with luck, Although it had been a while since he took a long mission such as this one.
He stood firmly expressing calmness for the moment whilst tilting his head to the side cracking his neck getting a immediate relief of his stiffen neck. Then after a second or two he said “Alright I’m ready to go, You want me to be the detector? While we make our way northeast?” he asked Feir seeing he had the great sense of smell and hearing, like those of the canine family. Cervious had a arched brow seeming to be curious of what Feir was going to say whilst the rest of his comrades got ready to head out.
Cervious had no problems doing this type of job, as long as he proved useful in someway. Though as he looked around his surroundings he wondered what might happen to him this venture, seeing the last few task he had taken he had gotten out alive with luck, Although it had been a while since he took a long mission such as this one.
OOC Notes
A couple of days ago
He played the conversation between them over and over. Feliks sat in his chambers near the window focusing on the night sky in contemplation. Sorana had found out his identity-- though in truth, it shouldn't have been much of a shock. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he immediately recognized her as Lanaya De'Curtih. Being a part of the court, it was accustomed that you would meet and at least know everyone by name. Granted, while he was a child and even now while he still held no real power, he had no reason to speak or become more acquainted than they already were. There was an initial curiosity towards her newfound alias within the Steel Wolves, and by the psuedo story he concluded something foul occurred within the inner household. He held it strange, however, that gossip had not leaked out. Despite the curiosity, a promise was a promise. He knew she'd keep quiet about his real identity as long as he kept his word to her. Still, his thoughts couldn't help but wander into what could potentially happen if she were to change her mind.
Currently
Kristoff had woken Feliks up abruptly. Rolling out of his bed groggily, he bid good-bye to his chambers and continued on to get ready. Today would be his first day as Feliks Kaminski, soldier for the Demortris Army. He went ahead and put on clothes customary for the soldiers to wear, as well as the minimal armor his brother had purchased. Knowing his kid sibling well enough, he made sure to attain lightweight armor to compliment Feliks agility in battle. Walking through the hallways of his household, he passed by a portrait of his father certain that he'd be most proud of this moment. With a glare and a smug look, he tilted his head in a mock bow and followed his brother out the front door.
As he continued on with his brother, he was informed that Captain Luther hUss had sent out a dispatch for a replacement in his army. Already he was thinking of ways to manipulate the situation. If he could prove himself to this man, perhaps he could climb the ranks faster. He had to do something in order to get his attention, and slowly steer him away from the target.
They both mounted two of their fastest horses and in a matter of hours found themselves at the main camp. Arriving there, they dismounted and were quick to locate Luther. Presenting his much lankier brother, Kristoff offered a smile to the older man while pressing a hand against Feliks' shoulder and in a sense lightly pushing him to present himself. "My lord, I found you a suitable replacement. This is my brother, Feliks Kaminski, son of Lucjan Kaminski if you can recall. While I'll be leaving to the camp north of here rather shortly, I do hope my brother will be in good hands. He's a great fighter, and his wit would only instill more pride in my father."
As he continued to talk Feliks could only think of how much he had practiced this made up verse. Like hell he knew anything about him. Regardless, this was just what he needed and a perfect way to enter within the flanks. Finally looking at Luther in the eye, Feliks offered him a confident smile outstretching his hand. "Feliks Kaminski, at your service."
He played the conversation between them over and over. Feliks sat in his chambers near the window focusing on the night sky in contemplation. Sorana had found out his identity-- though in truth, it shouldn't have been much of a shock. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he immediately recognized her as Lanaya De'Curtih. Being a part of the court, it was accustomed that you would meet and at least know everyone by name. Granted, while he was a child and even now while he still held no real power, he had no reason to speak or become more acquainted than they already were. There was an initial curiosity towards her newfound alias within the Steel Wolves, and by the psuedo story he concluded something foul occurred within the inner household. He held it strange, however, that gossip had not leaked out. Despite the curiosity, a promise was a promise. He knew she'd keep quiet about his real identity as long as he kept his word to her. Still, his thoughts couldn't help but wander into what could potentially happen if she were to change her mind.
Currently
Kristoff had woken Feliks up abruptly. Rolling out of his bed groggily, he bid good-bye to his chambers and continued on to get ready. Today would be his first day as Feliks Kaminski, soldier for the Demortris Army. He went ahead and put on clothes customary for the soldiers to wear, as well as the minimal armor his brother had purchased. Knowing his kid sibling well enough, he made sure to attain lightweight armor to compliment Feliks agility in battle. Walking through the hallways of his household, he passed by a portrait of his father certain that he'd be most proud of this moment. With a glare and a smug look, he tilted his head in a mock bow and followed his brother out the front door.
As he continued on with his brother, he was informed that Captain Luther hUss had sent out a dispatch for a replacement in his army. Already he was thinking of ways to manipulate the situation. If he could prove himself to this man, perhaps he could climb the ranks faster. He had to do something in order to get his attention, and slowly steer him away from the target.
They both mounted two of their fastest horses and in a matter of hours found themselves at the main camp. Arriving there, they dismounted and were quick to locate Luther. Presenting his much lankier brother, Kristoff offered a smile to the older man while pressing a hand against Feliks' shoulder and in a sense lightly pushing him to present himself. "My lord, I found you a suitable replacement. This is my brother, Feliks Kaminski, son of Lucjan Kaminski if you can recall. While I'll be leaving to the camp north of here rather shortly, I do hope my brother will be in good hands. He's a great fighter, and his wit would only instill more pride in my father."
As he continued to talk Feliks could only think of how much he had practiced this made up verse. Like hell he knew anything about him. Regardless, this was just what he needed and a perfect way to enter within the flanks. Finally looking at Luther in the eye, Feliks offered him a confident smile outstretching his hand. "Feliks Kaminski, at your service."
OOC Notes
Sonara moved her horse along side the princess. She had been avoiding the girl until then, afraid the younger woman would recognize her. She thought that after four years in the south she wouldn't be as recognizable - sure she still had the same facial structure and her hair had only lightened a bit, but she had grown as a woman, lost all of her baby fat, and had developed muscles that your regular noble woman wouldn't have. Plus, no one was supposed to recognize a woman who was supposed to be dead. Never the less, Felix had recognized her almost immediately and it had only taken her a moment longer to remember him. The Princess had to remember the names, faces, and family lines of all the nobles - it surprised Sorana that the girl hadn't recognized her instantly. It took only the few minutes to clean up her bag and pack the horse for Sorana to make up her mind to not worry if the Princess knew who she was or not. They would probably all die anyways.
She offered the girl a smile, then nodded to where her sword lay wrapped. "Reilyn, do you know how to use the sword besides ritualistic fighting? Or any other weapon?"
At that moment Vesper flew down between them to land on the horn of Sorana's saddle, a gopher caught in its talons. Sorana barely looked down at him, just shifted back in her seat to give him room. A grin spread across her face and a moment later a rabbit dropped at Cervious's feet, deep gouges in its side. The falconer didn't take her eyes off the princess though her fingers played with Vesper's tail feathers until he nipped at her.
She offered the girl a smile, then nodded to where her sword lay wrapped. "Reilyn, do you know how to use the sword besides ritualistic fighting? Or any other weapon?"
At that moment Vesper flew down between them to land on the horn of Sorana's saddle, a gopher caught in its talons. Sorana barely looked down at him, just shifted back in her seat to give him room. A grin spread across her face and a moment later a rabbit dropped at Cervious's feet, deep gouges in its side. The falconer didn't take her eyes off the princess though her fingers played with Vesper's tail feathers until he nipped at her.
OOC Notes
Reilyn was certain she had seen this girl's face before; had been since she'd first laid eyes on the falconer. She was always, it seemed, on the cusp of remembrance, but in the end, if Sorana was claiming no acquaintance between them, it would probably be better to leave it be, even if she did discover it. Some people she had known once had come to dislike the life the nobility led and had left it; she could not condemn them for that. Indeed, in this particular case it had proven fortuitous, in the sense at least that there was one more member of the only thing that stood between herself and those that would kill her.
A morbid thought, and, she realized with a hefty dose of guilt, a selfish one. Choosing to put the whole matter from her mind entirely, she watched with the faintest traces of what once would have been flat-out delight as the large hunting birds swooped in, one landing on the pommel of Sorana's saddle. As a child, Reilyn had always had a fondness for animals and plants both; the fey were legendary for this. Her own powers as such tended in the direction of plant life, but she knew that if she had a proper teacher, it was possible even to speak with such creatures. She wondered idly if Sorana could; but this was unlikely purely on statistics.
The question snapped her out of the reverie she'd fallen into, and she nodded slowly. "I can, though I am no skilled hand at it, of this I assure you. Magic is more within my domain than swordplay. Why do you ask?"
A morbid thought, and, she realized with a hefty dose of guilt, a selfish one. Choosing to put the whole matter from her mind entirely, she watched with the faintest traces of what once would have been flat-out delight as the large hunting birds swooped in, one landing on the pommel of Sorana's saddle. As a child, Reilyn had always had a fondness for animals and plants both; the fey were legendary for this. Her own powers as such tended in the direction of plant life, but she knew that if she had a proper teacher, it was possible even to speak with such creatures. She wondered idly if Sorana could; but this was unlikely purely on statistics.
The question snapped her out of the reverie she'd fallen into, and she nodded slowly. "I can, though I am no skilled hand at it, of this I assure you. Magic is more within my domain than swordplay. Why do you ask?"
OOC Notes
"I am sure he is" Luther spoke calmly, his eyes staring into the noble, Luther turned his gaze to the new recruit, and almost spat, yet another noble child that wishes to see war. Luther stretched out his hand and grasped the boy's, shaking firmly with his mailed hand.
"Congratulations boy, you are the new banner bearer. How much combat experience do you have? number of times fighting as a part of a disciplined military unit?" His face was hard, as he knew the noble probably had little to no combat experience and most likely asked his big brother to buy him into the army. Luther had little time for boys with glory and dreams on their mind, only the protection of the land and her people mattered. Realizing the nobles hand, he gazed around the men breaking camp.
"Suit up, you will be introduced before the company."
"Congratulations boy, you are the new banner bearer. How much combat experience do you have? number of times fighting as a part of a disciplined military unit?" His face was hard, as he knew the noble probably had little to no combat experience and most likely asked his big brother to buy him into the army. Luther had little time for boys with glory and dreams on their mind, only the protection of the land and her people mattered. Realizing the nobles hand, he gazed around the men breaking camp.
"Suit up, you will be introduced before the company."
OOC Notes
Feir nodded at Cervious suggestion, Having the wolfling take point with his superior senses can give them enough warning to avoid patrols and ambushes. Already he began ordering his comrades into position. Comrades, He thought, He never thought them as troops or mere infantry. It was something he refused to see them as. "Don't take my words as orders." He had told them when they first joined "Take them as suggestions, only you yourself can know how to best utilize your potential."
"Cervious will take point with the northseeker." Feir called, the northseek a clever tool that utilized a sliver of metal which always pointed north, "Reilyn will take mid with Sorana and Brianne taking her sides, Seti will ride directly behind while i take rear guard."
He continued, even as they began to form the line, "If combat is inevitable Cervious and I will engage the targets directly, Brianne and Sorana will prioritize protecting the princess before providing support, and Seti will be directly supporting us but act as a reserve guard for the princess." He waited a breath for them to understand. Tossing the Northseeker at Cervious he nodded for the go ahead.
"Cervious will take point with the northseeker." Feir called, the northseek a clever tool that utilized a sliver of metal which always pointed north, "Reilyn will take mid with Sorana and Brianne taking her sides, Seti will ride directly behind while i take rear guard."
He continued, even as they began to form the line, "If combat is inevitable Cervious and I will engage the targets directly, Brianne and Sorana will prioritize protecting the princess before providing support, and Seti will be directly supporting us but act as a reserve guard for the princess." He waited a breath for them to understand. Tossing the Northseeker at Cervious he nodded for the go ahead.
OOC Notes
Last Night
"Hero Beretta?"
Hero opened his eyes, he had gotten too drunk and passed out on his chair with his hand still clutching his mug on the table. He had a massive hangover and managed to say, "Tell me the job and tell me how much you're paying." Getting some more consciousness back into him, he regained his composure and could hear all of the noises around him.
"We need you to kill the Princess of Demortris. She is traveling with a group of mercenaries and has a valuable paper in her possession. Bring her back alive or dead, you get the same amount either way and kill everyone with her." They left a rough drawing of her on the table and the amount below the picture. "Take as long as you want, just get the job done." Hero motioned them off and grabbed the paper and looked at the picture. He thought, Such a young girl, she better do what she wants while she can. By the time next week, grabbing a dagger he stabbed the paper into the table, this picture will be the most accurate picture of her face before I'm through. Removing his knife, he left the paper on the table with the hole in the princesses face.
Current day
Hero looked at the ground and saw multiple feet imprints. They looked old and kind of washed up. He couldn't tell how many there were or what they had except for maybe a horse or two. He just barely recovered from his hangover a few hours ago and he was already back into a predator state. That drinking though wasn't very common and he didn't even know why he did it. Looking off into the distance he could tell he was right behind them, and finding her would be much easier than he thought.
"Hero Beretta?"
Hero opened his eyes, he had gotten too drunk and passed out on his chair with his hand still clutching his mug on the table. He had a massive hangover and managed to say, "Tell me the job and tell me how much you're paying." Getting some more consciousness back into him, he regained his composure and could hear all of the noises around him.
"We need you to kill the Princess of Demortris. She is traveling with a group of mercenaries and has a valuable paper in her possession. Bring her back alive or dead, you get the same amount either way and kill everyone with her." They left a rough drawing of her on the table and the amount below the picture. "Take as long as you want, just get the job done." Hero motioned them off and grabbed the paper and looked at the picture. He thought, Such a young girl, she better do what she wants while she can. By the time next week, grabbing a dagger he stabbed the paper into the table, this picture will be the most accurate picture of her face before I'm through. Removing his knife, he left the paper on the table with the hole in the princesses face.
Current day
Hero looked at the ground and saw multiple feet imprints. They looked old and kind of washed up. He couldn't tell how many there were or what they had except for maybe a horse or two. He just barely recovered from his hangover a few hours ago and he was already back into a predator state. That drinking though wasn't very common and he didn't even know why he did it. Looking off into the distance he could tell he was right behind them, and finding her would be much easier than he thought.
OOC Notes
Having mounted up, Seti was quietly awaiting his marching orders. It didn't take long for everyone to be ready to resume riding, and listened to their riding order. He would be second last, and brought his horse around, walking it back and turning, having fallen into his position to properly follow his orders. He had been keeping half an ear on the conversation between the princess and the others, and had caught the bit about magic. That was interesting, another magic user would be helpful in completing their job, depending on what sphere of magic she followed. He hadn't focused on her much, leaving that to the others who felt more willing to discuss matters with the girl. Listening to what his role was to be in any offensive action that couldn't be avoided against their party, he nodded and voiced his understanding. Support was nothing new, that was something he often was relegated to, and a backup guard was also sensible. He was good at defensive magics, so support and guard satisfied the mage. "Understood, support and reserve guard."
Now that they were underway, Seti debated whether to question the Princess on her magic prowess or not. On one hand, it would be potentially vital to know what any other magical talents were, so to know what to expect and not react poorly. And on the other, they could potentially be giving away position by noise and not focusing on watching for trouble. He would keep his silence for now, but if nothing came up, boredom would overtake the mage and cause him to ask his question. That would most likely be in their destination town. Until then, however, he would be keeping a sharp watch, both for the mundane and arcane, that could be a threat to them, even if it was something that, in any other day or time, would of not threatened them or provided a potential cover towards a threat.
Now that they were underway, Seti debated whether to question the Princess on her magic prowess or not. On one hand, it would be potentially vital to know what any other magical talents were, so to know what to expect and not react poorly. And on the other, they could potentially be giving away position by noise and not focusing on watching for trouble. He would keep his silence for now, but if nothing came up, boredom would overtake the mage and cause him to ask his question. That would most likely be in their destination town. Until then, however, he would be keeping a sharp watch, both for the mundane and arcane, that could be a threat to them, even if it was something that, in any other day or time, would of not threatened them or provided a potential cover towards a threat.
OOC Notes
Brianne grumbled a bit as she stayed sleepily upon her horse. ‘Support?’ She groaned, quickly noting she’d only be supports if necessary. Although she wasn’t great up front, it was more difficult controlling her multitude of boomerangs when other targets, namely her teammates, were between her and the enemy. Of course Brianne just went along with. She supposed that at the very least, her magics would prove useful. Her gale control typically proved quite useful defensively at keeping people away from her. Perhaps that would be the reason she was on support duty again.
Trotting casual over to Sonara, Brianne sleepily patted her on the shoulder. “Well, looks like it’s you and me Sis, relegated to backup again.” Sonara was like an elder sister to Brianne; from the moment Brianne joined the Wolves Sonara was there to guide her along the way. There was a lot to teach Brianne about the basics of working together and the like. The ex-hunter was typically used to working and battling alone and took quite a long time before she understood that support and teamwork were as vital to the battle as power was.
Trotting casual over to Sonara, Brianne sleepily patted her on the shoulder. “Well, looks like it’s you and me Sis, relegated to backup again.” Sonara was like an elder sister to Brianne; from the moment Brianne joined the Wolves Sonara was there to guide her along the way. There was a lot to teach Brianne about the basics of working together and the like. The ex-hunter was typically used to working and battling alone and took quite a long time before she understood that support and teamwork were as vital to the battle as power was.
OOC Notes
As Cervious had awaited Feir’s reply, a sudden moment passed before a rabbit fell from the sky and dropped in front of his feet. Cervious arched a brow for a second before kneeling down inspecting the corpse of he creature seeing the gouges at it’s side, looking like talon imprints from Sorana’s birds. He looked up toward her seeing she was keeping her attention on the princess whilst she played with her bird Vesper‘s tail. He nodded with a approving expression before saying “This will prove useful later for food.” With that Cervious grabbed the rabbit corpse by the ears and stood back up normally, throwing the corpse over his shoulder.
After a moment or two, Feir had began to announce to the entire party where their placement will be, appointing Cervious with the northseeker, whilst Seti had taken the rear, and Sorana, and Brianne took the princess’s sides. Feir had also told the party of the Steel Wolves that they were to take his words as suggestions not orders, since he believed that, only you yourself can best utilize your potential, which was true. After hearing the announcement he had given , Feir made another announcement stating if combat was inevitable both himself and Cervious were to engage the target’s directly whilst Sorana and Brianne prioritize guarding he princess as well as having Seti support both Feir and Cervious but also acing a a reserve guard for he princess.
Once he had finished his announcement he tossed the northseeker to Cervious. Cervious raised his hand in the air open palmed having the trinket hit the center of his palm. He then closed his hand having the Northseeker in his grasp, viewing it before nodding to Feir saying “Alright ready to move out.”. After he had did this Cervious began to advance forward following the direction the needle point ed in which was north, which was also their destination. He slowed his pace for the company to ready themselves and advance with him. Cervious was alert as ever having his ears scan he area of unusual sounds and such, as well as having his nose catch unusual scents in the area.
After a moment or two, Feir had began to announce to the entire party where their placement will be, appointing Cervious with the northseeker, whilst Seti had taken the rear, and Sorana, and Brianne took the princess’s sides. Feir had also told the party of the Steel Wolves that they were to take his words as suggestions not orders, since he believed that, only you yourself can best utilize your potential, which was true. After hearing the announcement he had given , Feir made another announcement stating if combat was inevitable both himself and Cervious were to engage the target’s directly whilst Sorana and Brianne prioritize guarding he princess as well as having Seti support both Feir and Cervious but also acing a a reserve guard for he princess.
Once he had finished his announcement he tossed the northseeker to Cervious. Cervious raised his hand in the air open palmed having the trinket hit the center of his palm. He then closed his hand having the Northseeker in his grasp, viewing it before nodding to Feir saying “Alright ready to move out.”. After he had did this Cervious began to advance forward following the direction the needle point ed in which was north, which was also their destination. He slowed his pace for the company to ready themselves and advance with him. Cervious was alert as ever having his ears scan he area of unusual sounds and such, as well as having his nose catch unusual scents in the area.
OOC Notes
Sorana waited patiently – the princess seemed lot in thought. She was just about to repeat her question when the woman answered. “I can, though I am no skilled hand at it, of this I assure you. Magic is more within my domain than swordplay. Why do you ask?"
Sorana hid a smile behind her hand, pretending to yawn. From her experience, court ladies either didn’t touch weapons or greatly bragged that they were almost as good as the males. It was refreshing to find someone in so high in the court who admitted she didn’t know everything.
“I ask because, though we are here to protect you, things happen. It would be reassuring to know that if we were some how separated you would not be helpless. If you are not too tired at the end of the day, I welcome you to join me in training – and perhaps you could show me the extent of your magic. I admit I haven’t seen any fair-folk use their magic openly, except a dryad who became easily frustrated with me” She laughed. She seemed about to say more when Feir started giving orders. The falconer gave him a nod to show her understanding.
She had mixed feelings with Brianne with her next to the princess. The girl was a good enough fighter and one that the older woman would be glad to have by her side under normal circumstances. But the girl tended to forget to work as a team and more than once had almost hit Cervious and Feir during a fight.
Seti she was glad to have at her back. The man had saved her life more than once, and those of her birds. A hand on her shoulder brought her out of her thoughts. “Well, looks like it’s you and me Sis, relegated to backup again.”
Brianne even worse than before and they way she walked and sat on her horse told Sorana that the girl’s saddle sores were getting worse. She covered Brianne’s hand with her own sympathetically but said noting – no point in pointing out the girl’s weaknesses.
“I happen to like the back – let the big men take the front and get the beatings.” She winked “They can get gross and sweaty so when we ride into town we’ll look like a fresh spring day and the boys won’t be able to look away. Now into your position.“ She flapped her hand as a dismissal.
Sorana hid a smile behind her hand, pretending to yawn. From her experience, court ladies either didn’t touch weapons or greatly bragged that they were almost as good as the males. It was refreshing to find someone in so high in the court who admitted she didn’t know everything.
“I ask because, though we are here to protect you, things happen. It would be reassuring to know that if we were some how separated you would not be helpless. If you are not too tired at the end of the day, I welcome you to join me in training – and perhaps you could show me the extent of your magic. I admit I haven’t seen any fair-folk use their magic openly, except a dryad who became easily frustrated with me” She laughed. She seemed about to say more when Feir started giving orders. The falconer gave him a nod to show her understanding.
She had mixed feelings with Brianne with her next to the princess. The girl was a good enough fighter and one that the older woman would be glad to have by her side under normal circumstances. But the girl tended to forget to work as a team and more than once had almost hit Cervious and Feir during a fight.
Seti she was glad to have at her back. The man had saved her life more than once, and those of her birds. A hand on her shoulder brought her out of her thoughts. “Well, looks like it’s you and me Sis, relegated to backup again.”
Brianne even worse than before and they way she walked and sat on her horse told Sorana that the girl’s saddle sores were getting worse. She covered Brianne’s hand with her own sympathetically but said noting – no point in pointing out the girl’s weaknesses.
“I happen to like the back – let the big men take the front and get the beatings.” She winked “They can get gross and sweaty so when we ride into town we’ll look like a fresh spring day and the boys won’t be able to look away. Now into your position.“ She flapped her hand as a dismissal.
OOC Notes
Reilyn blinked a few times, just to be absolutely certain she'd heard that correctly. Sorana was offering to help her practice? The princess had to admit that whatever she'd been expecting, that had not been it, but the thought made her inexplicably happy.
The tendency of others she had met- both noble and common- was either to treat her with too much deference and delicacy, as though she were made of a fragile glass or would throw a fit if she got dirty, or to take the opposite tack and look down on her for those same perceived deficiencies. It seemed as though Sorana were actually taking her seriously, and the ghost of a smile flitted across Reilyn's face, vanishing only when the leader, Feir, began to speak.
It was not as though what he said were particularly offensive or disagreeable. She understood that whatever else the circumstances might be, this was a job that the Steel Wolves had been hired to do, and she appreciated the professionalism with which it was being handled. all the same, she hated the thought of being an inconvenience to anyone, especially due to her position alone. It was not the fact that she was Reilyn that bid them act in such a way, it was the virtue of her title as Princess and heir. Unfortunately, the two were effectively inextricable, no matter what effort she might put into separating herself from the position. There was simply no escape.
A few of them didn't seem to happy with riding beside her, and she wondered if they all really liked to fight that much. Sorana interrupted the thought by cracking a joke about being cleaner than the men, and Reilyn was glad of the general effect it seemed to have on the mood. Realizing that she had never answered the offer, Reilyn nodded. "I would be most obliged to learn from you," she replied truthfully. It had been hard to find any sort of instruction at the palace; most were reluctant to try for fear of hurting her. The princess's knowledge of the basics was excellent, and she had none of the bad habits that swordsmen tended to fall into, a result of intense training in her early life by an old weaponsmaster that feared neither king nor church, but after Sigmund had passed, it had been harder to find willing teachers except her father, who was usually far too busy. Thus, while solid as a fighter, she had no definable style, or knowledge of the more subtle arts of the blade.
The group started forward in formation, and for some reason, the young woman was overcome by an uncanny chill, a tingling that shot down her spine. Biting down on her lower lip, she threw a worried glance behind her, but all she saw were the mage- Seti, she thought, but could not be sure- and Feir. A slight breeze kicked up, causing those white-blond strands which had escaped confinement to flick in front of her eyes. Maybe that was all it had been, the breeze.
Shaking her head, Reilyn turned back to face forward, perfectly upright but not stiff in her saddle. For a moment there, she could have sworn... but no, surely not. She must be imagining things. The feeling of foreboding was to be expected, given the circumstances, but the sensation of danger had been so sharp, so immediate, and a foreboding was settling about her shoulders like the double of the gray cloak she wore even now.
A small hand made its way to the pommel of the ornate sword at her side, and the princess briefly closed her eyes. Mother, father... give me strength, that I might not see you again too soon, and that these brave people should not meet their dead before they must either.
The tendency of others she had met- both noble and common- was either to treat her with too much deference and delicacy, as though she were made of a fragile glass or would throw a fit if she got dirty, or to take the opposite tack and look down on her for those same perceived deficiencies. It seemed as though Sorana were actually taking her seriously, and the ghost of a smile flitted across Reilyn's face, vanishing only when the leader, Feir, began to speak.
It was not as though what he said were particularly offensive or disagreeable. She understood that whatever else the circumstances might be, this was a job that the Steel Wolves had been hired to do, and she appreciated the professionalism with which it was being handled. all the same, she hated the thought of being an inconvenience to anyone, especially due to her position alone. It was not the fact that she was Reilyn that bid them act in such a way, it was the virtue of her title as Princess and heir. Unfortunately, the two were effectively inextricable, no matter what effort she might put into separating herself from the position. There was simply no escape.
A few of them didn't seem to happy with riding beside her, and she wondered if they all really liked to fight that much. Sorana interrupted the thought by cracking a joke about being cleaner than the men, and Reilyn was glad of the general effect it seemed to have on the mood. Realizing that she had never answered the offer, Reilyn nodded. "I would be most obliged to learn from you," she replied truthfully. It had been hard to find any sort of instruction at the palace; most were reluctant to try for fear of hurting her. The princess's knowledge of the basics was excellent, and she had none of the bad habits that swordsmen tended to fall into, a result of intense training in her early life by an old weaponsmaster that feared neither king nor church, but after Sigmund had passed, it had been harder to find willing teachers except her father, who was usually far too busy. Thus, while solid as a fighter, she had no definable style, or knowledge of the more subtle arts of the blade.
The group started forward in formation, and for some reason, the young woman was overcome by an uncanny chill, a tingling that shot down her spine. Biting down on her lower lip, she threw a worried glance behind her, but all she saw were the mage- Seti, she thought, but could not be sure- and Feir. A slight breeze kicked up, causing those white-blond strands which had escaped confinement to flick in front of her eyes. Maybe that was all it had been, the breeze.
Shaking her head, Reilyn turned back to face forward, perfectly upright but not stiff in her saddle. For a moment there, she could have sworn... but no, surely not. She must be imagining things. The feeling of foreboding was to be expected, given the circumstances, but the sensation of danger had been so sharp, so immediate, and a foreboding was settling about her shoulders like the double of the gray cloak she wore even now.
A small hand made its way to the pommel of the ornate sword at her side, and the princess briefly closed her eyes. Mother, father... give me strength, that I might not see you again too soon, and that these brave people should not meet their dead before they must either.
OOC Notes
Feliks watched Luther, observing him carefully before diverting his stare whenever the man would lay his eyes on him. The boy didn't want to seem disrespectful-- after all, he had a charade to play. After the handshake, he brought his gaze up to clash his. Bowing his head a little, he proceeded to answer questions. "Well, I've received special training growing up. I'm capable with both a sword and a bow. However, I cannot say I've really fought alongside a military unit." Feliks paused knowing that speaking in such a submissive manner would never take him anywhere. If he wanted to be viewed useful he would have to prove so.
"What I can help you greatly in is tracking. While I'm certain that the army already employs excellent trackers, I do hold a strong confidence in my own abilities. Perhaps I can help in that sense?" Feliks eyed him carefully, hoping that his offer wouldn't be brushed off and maybe he wouldn't have to carry around a stupid flag for the entirety of the hunt.
"What I can help you greatly in is tracking. While I'm certain that the army already employs excellent trackers, I do hold a strong confidence in my own abilities. Perhaps I can help in that sense?" Feliks eyed him carefully, hoping that his offer wouldn't be brushed off and maybe he wouldn't have to carry around a stupid flag for the entirety of the hunt.
OOC Notes
Luther closed his eyes in annoyance; bloody bureaucrats sending a tracker to a front line unit, what the hell could he do for them? As if to answer his silent question a rider rode into the camp bearing a letter most likely for him. The rider dismounted and bowed before handing Luther the orders, which he took dutifully.
The rider wasted no time getting back on his horse and riding back to the capital, and Luther unfurled the orders. He read them silently the orders were simple the princess had stolen a document and a blade and he was to go and get her back, with the orders finished he moved to hand them to the new recruit “Perhaps you will have use as a tracker. We move out in an hour” Turning to the camp he called out “Men form up!”
The rider wasted no time getting back on his horse and riding back to the capital, and Luther unfurled the orders. He read them silently the orders were simple the princess had stolen a document and a blade and he was to go and get her back, with the orders finished he moved to hand them to the new recruit “Perhaps you will have use as a tracker. We move out in an hour” Turning to the camp he called out “Men form up!”
OOC Notes
The woods, although seemingly peaceful, reeked of war and poverty as the Wolves traveled northeast at a light pace. Feir would have called for the party to increase speed, but he understood clearly in this mission that speed would only lead to reckless. Cervious's sense could only keep track of so many at a time, and the act of just speeding through the woods would only increase the likelihood of ambushes. In the end, he settled to just listening to his instincts, and repeatedly checking possible ambush spots for danger. At this pace, we should be able to reach the Hardias village within two hours. Feir thought.
His thoughts were spot on, and as they took the hilly road to the Hardias, Feir allowed himself a small smile. "we've made it without any problems so far." Feir called as they climbed the hill. "We'll stay at the village for the day as we resupply, and leave tomorrow for Genova." He finished, and crested the top of the hill joining the others who had stopped in their tracks. His eyes reflected what the others had already seen, a desolate village of burnt buildings and red roads from the blood spilled.
"Spread out." Feir said, his voice kept at a dangerous level, "Everyone is free to act of their own, investigate what happened, and report back at the large oak behind the village." He pointed it out, a large burnt tree that towered over the rest of the forest. "Reilyn, your free to act, but i must ask to accompany one of us for your sake, and ours." The captain said, "We'll meet up in an hour, move out troops."
His thoughts were spot on, and as they took the hilly road to the Hardias, Feir allowed himself a small smile. "we've made it without any problems so far." Feir called as they climbed the hill. "We'll stay at the village for the day as we resupply, and leave tomorrow for Genova." He finished, and crested the top of the hill joining the others who had stopped in their tracks. His eyes reflected what the others had already seen, a desolate village of burnt buildings and red roads from the blood spilled.
"Spread out." Feir said, his voice kept at a dangerous level, "Everyone is free to act of their own, investigate what happened, and report back at the large oak behind the village." He pointed it out, a large burnt tree that towered over the rest of the forest. "Reilyn, your free to act, but i must ask to accompany one of us for your sake, and ours." The captain said, "We'll meet up in an hour, move out troops."
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Merc's of Demortris 2: Out Of Character (OOC)
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Re: [OOC] Merc's of Demortris (Reboot)
Haha, yeah, that's kinda how it goes. I'm still here, though!
Re: [OOC] Merc's of Demortris (Reboot)
Yes Wolven, its all your fault D:<. I think this is just gonna be one of those RPs... we get one post a week, but that post is on the plus side of 500 words. On the other hand, you can try starting it again, Inferno :D Third time is the charm, right?
Re: [OOC] Merc's of Demortris (Reboot)
yea actually i did XD
Less then a week ago i placed up a new RP based in the same world as Demortris, but set in a different country, Triand.
Check it out if you want [url=Silencing the King]http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/silencing-the-king/[/url]
Less then a week ago i placed up a new RP based in the same world as Demortris, but set in a different country, Triand.
Check it out if you want [url=Silencing the King]http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/silencing-the-king/[/url]
Re: [OOC] Merc's of Demortris (Reboot)
Hey guys, sorry I took so long. I've been in school for less than a month and already I'm behind and I honestly forgot about RP altogether until I got a message in my email saying someone had PMed me >>
Did you get up any of those new ideas Inferno?
Did you get up any of those new ideas Inferno?
Re: [OOC] Merc's of Demortris (Reboot)
We were taking turns? i just write things up and allow others to go for it XD
Re: [OOC] Merc's of Demortris (Reboot)
As it is when i was performing my civil duties, i became entangled after thinking the RP as a whole.
I came to realize that, after several RP attempts, my strong points exist in mainly Medieval fantasy settings (I blame the D&D books i read), with that determination in mind, i came to realize the vast potential the world i've crafted to accompany Demortris carried. I have a slight idea for a new RP, and am eager to expand upon it.
No it doesn't mean i'm abandoning this one, i'll still keep the story going and the plot twists coming. Look forward to my ideas, and even if you don't join, at least give an opinion XD.
I came to realize that, after several RP attempts, my strong points exist in mainly Medieval fantasy settings (I blame the D&D books i read), with that determination in mind, i came to realize the vast potential the world i've crafted to accompany Demortris carried. I have a slight idea for a new RP, and am eager to expand upon it.
No it doesn't mean i'm abandoning this one, i'll still keep the story going and the plot twists coming. Look forward to my ideas, and even if you don't join, at least give an opinion XD.
Re: [OOC] Merc's of Demortris (Reboot)
Alrighty then, a little delayed, but i shall have a post up by Tuesday continuing our little adventure. (Haven't broken a promised post yet XD)
It'll give me time to decide if a timeskip is in order, and to where i should continue from. Look forward to it everyone!
It'll give me time to decide if a timeskip is in order, and to where i should continue from. Look forward to it everyone!
Re: [OOC] Merc's of Demortris (Reboot)
I'm still here as well, and you can carry on. All I would really be able to post is that "Seti backed up steadily focused on maintaining the shield." and all that Jazz.
Re: [OOC] Merc's of Demortris (Reboot)
Yup :) Thanks Machina. And I don;t have anything more to add Inferno, I feel the most I could say is "Sorana held onto the princess's back, feeling her sway."
Re: [OOC] Merc's of Demortris (Reboot)
Welcome back all, i am still here as a fact hoping to get the rest of your posts before i continued. But if none of you have anything to add then just say so and i'll continue on.
