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Battle and Glory

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Azmodai2 on Wed Mar 28, 2007 12:30 am

“Keck you, Major, I don’t care what the Colonel says, I want that Orc settlement cleared and I want it cleared now! Lack of manpower my foot, we have plenty of troops in the garrison, he’s just a weak fool who gained his rank through that waste of a beaurocratic department we call officers school. Now, you go back to the barracks and tell him if he doesn’t get his lazy butt in gear I’ll personally come over there and use him for archery practice!� The startled young lieutenant scurried from his spot in front of the Lord Commandant and sprinted out of the grand hall’s great oak doors, on his way to the barracks. The Lord Commandant sat back in his creaky wooden chair and peered at the table in front of him. It was strewn with maps, regiment configurations, casualty reports and a slew of other military documents. He sighed and fingered a small letter opener in the shape of a sword. He quickly snatched up a piece of parchment and a quill and began to write, after a few minutes he mused over his letter and fingered the pen. He set it down and stood, his black cloak sliding off the seat, nearly touching the floor. With long, commanding strides he walked over to a small cabinet in the side of the room. Opening it, it revealed a suit of armor, half plate, black and finely crafted and carved. The breastplate was a dull black and engraved with a rose encircled by a thorny vine, the gauntlets matched with the same engraving on the back of the hand, and the greaves imitated the design. He scanned the armor briefly before untying his cloak and motioning a young squire over. The squire fitted the armor onto his Lord and then stepped away, hurriedly finding something else to do, his master was clearly not in a good mood. The Orc-Human conflict had not been going well for the latter, with many losses on both sides, however the Orc’s had much more superior numbers and continued to press. The humans had lost three outpost in as many days and the casualty reports were staggering, the body count had risen to above 2,000. The Lord Commandant strapped on a simple looking sword then wrapped himself again in his black shroud, it was time to seek help, and not just regular help. He needed people besides your run of the mil soldiers, it was time to cut out the heart of this horde. He strode out of grand hall, down several flights of dank, wet, musky steps and into the oppressive manure smell of the stables. Without a word to the stable boy he strolled over to a black and gray dappled stallion, fitted a brown leather saddle and harness and took off out the stable doors.

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The guard looked down into the main courtyard and saw the Lord Commandant’s horse galloping down the main road. He motioned to the gatekeeper and saw him and his partner start to pull on the lever and raise the iron portcullis. The cloaked figure on the dark horse rode out of the main gate and off down the southern road towards the dim lights of a nearby town, its glow barely piercing the rain and mist that had enveloped the forest. The rain had started to slow, reduced now from the thunderous roar of fat droplets on stone roofs to the pitter patter of small droplets hitting some part of the wall or keep.

****

To General Sturmgeist

I, your Lord Commandant, have taken a leave of absence for a short time. I have given you temporary command of the keep, its grounds and all the inhabitants, military and non, for the time being. While the details of absence cannot be discussed, I wish to inform you that my mission is of utmost important and that you should not dwell on it while in your current state of command. Suffice it to say that when I return conditions should have significantly improved. May the lords of battle and glory be with you.

Arkhann Reiksguard
Lord Commandant, Valmorgen Keep.

****

He rode hard and swiftly through the damp forest, dodging trees and large roots. He had left the road long ago, too many Orc patrols. Keeping the great river to his right he sped along its edge in the direction of the nearby town, and most importantly to its local tavern. No better place to find would-be adventurers and heroes then the town bar. Arkhann smiled to himself as he rode, thinking of all the prospects at the tavern, he patted his horse and spurred it faster. Perhaps he’d even have time to have dinner and stay the night if he got there fast enough. The town garrison would be able to supply him with room and board, but the tavern was the only place for real help. Another word of encouragement to his horse and he sped off through the thick woods and on towards the now flickering lights of the town.

OOC: this was an RP i started on the AQ site that never went anywhere, feel free to join at your leisure

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aelita on Mon Apr 09, 2007 9:33 pm

Rena was outside of the tavern watering the plants and trying to keep the outside of the tavern looking well kept. She was tired of working on keeping the inside clean since the men got drunk on night like these or push the wrong buttons and end up fighting. Both of these are what makes the tavern such a mess inside though she tries her hardest to keep it clean it seems as if everything was against her. She walked to the side of the tavern checking to see if she had forgotten about anything. In seeing she hadn't left a speck of dust she turned around and from where she was standing she could see the main entrance of the village and by seeing this she also noted a man coming toward the village on a horse riding rather quickly. Rena shook her head hoping that he wouldn't be another to mess up the tavern. She turned her head toward the tavern door then back to the man then turned completely around and walked through the doors. If he were to come in she would be at the bar ready to serve his drink.

While she was on her way toward the bar though a man punched another man across the table making him fall back in his chair. Rena was starting to get mad and she walked over to the man who had thrown the punch and brought her heel up landing it straight down on his croach. The man let out a lingering shout of pain as he rested his head on the table holding himself. "You know better then to start your crap in here. I swear. Keep it up and I will have you 'men' cleaning this place." She said as she continued her walk to the bar and went behind it ready to serve.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Tue Apr 10, 2007 2:35 am

Barin held his head in pain from the puch as he picked himself off from the floor.

Imbicillic brute
He thought to himself as he walked away from the table and to the bar where he sat down in one of the stools.

""Thanks for the help. That guy must have some love of the Orcs or be anti-killing or something. Because all I did was make a comment on how the Orcs are nothing but damned brutes and that most of them should be slaughtered.. Maybe he's an Orc in disguise.""
He said to the woman who had just kicked his assailent in the crotch.

""Any way I can repay you for not involving me in the fight?""
He said to her as he took his hand off of his head.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aelita on Tue Apr 10, 2007 9:55 am

As the man came to the bar she was already busy on putting ice into a small bag. When he removed his hand from his head she handed it over to him.
“There is no need to have to make up anything. Everyone has their own point of views and some people just don’t like it. It’s when people start to mess up my tavern that I get involved. Plus, you already got a little of the fight. I was just serving him his share.�
She said flat out then took a rag and started to wipe off the bar.
“Would you like anything to drink?� She asked him as she sat the rag on the top of the bar and bent down reaching underneath it pulling out a bottle of whiskey.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Tue Apr 10, 2007 2:19 pm

""Nah, I'm already so drunk I'm about to pass out. When I'm sober I'm usually more like hermit and I don't trust anybody because the last time I trusted somebody or what they said, I almost got slaughtered.""
He said as he leaned back in the stool.
""but really you kept me out of the fight and saved your Tavern. I'm mainly a Battlemage so this place would probably up in flames right now if I was fighting.""

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Selik on Tue Apr 10, 2007 2:34 pm

He was sitting with his hood up, in the corner of the bar , eagerly watching the small fight that had just took place. He grinned to himself . He took another sip of his beer and started walking to the man and the waitress...

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Azmodai2 on Tue Apr 10, 2007 7:17 pm

(OOC: I SO apologize for me not being active in this, i didn't realize there were posts, Mac is an NPC that can be controlled by anyone, but I stress sensibility if you do, he's an old barman people.)

Arkhann reined his horse in front of the old dilapidated taverns and tied it up. He strode inside and peered around the crowded barroom and noted several ruffians fighting, it was loud. The chatter of the tavern was like a low thunder rolling out into the empty street and Arkhann stepped inside and shut the door to spare the inhabitants of the town from the cacophony. He walked over to the bar, a light clink issuing from him every step he took, whenever his cloak opened to let light in the gleam of cold black steel glinted back out at the world. He took a seat at the bar and ordered Mac, the barman, over. "I want a stiff bourbon and any information on would-be heroes." He smiled at the old barman and Mac quickly moved to get his drink. He returned and poured deep brown liquid into a small cup and slide it over to Arkhann, who took an appreciative sip. Mac leaned in towards Arkhann and whispered, "Ye can take a few ruffians wi' ye, I won't mind, get em' outta me 'stablishment if ye like." Arkhann let out a laugh and smiled, "seriously Mac, not a single glory-seeker in this town?" Mac sighed and began to point out several bar patrons. Arkhann eyed the prospects ad nodded at the descriptions of each one. It was going to be a long night, he might even have to post the bulletin.

After about ten minutes Arkhann sighed and stood up and slid over to the announcement board, pulling out a piece of yellowed parchment from inside the folds of his cloak, He took out a small nail and held it up against the parchment onto the board and hit the nail in with his gauntleted fist. Anyoen caring to read the paper would see:

To all would-be adventurers, glory-seekers and heroes,

My name is Arkhann Reiksguard and let’s just say I ‘represent’ the military. You all know the state of affairs concerning the war with the Orcs. Well I am seeking aid with a mission concerning the war. Should you choose to join me on my endeavor know that there will be a handsome reward should it be met with success, but also know that it will be rife with danger and the possibility of death is rather high. Should you wish to contact me you may find me at the bar between 7 and 11 P.M.

Arkhann Reiksguard


The name was followed by the official military seal of Valmorgen Keep.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aelita on Tue Apr 10, 2007 9:54 pm

Rena looked at him when he said that if he would have gotten into the fight the tavern would have gone up in flames. She was now more thankful then ever to have stopped it.
"Maybe you should get some rest then. Don't want another drunk causing more problems."
She said not trying to be mean but she knew that if he were caught on the street he would most likely be arrested for being drunk and in a public place other then the tavern which had a room with a couple of beds in the back. She then noticed a man approaching them. She turned to look at him questioning but didn't say anything as if it didn't bother her...which it didn't. Rena heard suddenly a kind of bang sound and looked over to the bulletin board to see that someone had put up a piece of parchment paper. She was curious as to what it was but didn't want to be rude by leaving her company.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Wed Apr 11, 2007 12:30 am

""Thank you for the offer but by the time I sober up I'm sure to be an asshole.""

He said as he looked over at the new man. He quickley redirected his attention to the board when he heard the hammering.

""If I'm right, those are recruitment papers.""

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Selik on Wed Apr 11, 2007 4:27 am

Selik walked up next to the man in the fight . Stared at him thne asked ...."whats your name? "he asked , " were you not the man who survived the Orc lords Wrath?"
"if you are not then my mistake.." he said , " barmaid , can i have another beer?" and smiled..

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Wed Apr 11, 2007 4:37 pm

""All depends on the Warchief. That's what they call themselves so I at least gave them the decency to die being called 'warchief'."
He paused as he thought this through. He became angered as he turned to this man

"If you're referring to that hell bath all those years ago than either you're the bastard who left me to die or you're the bastard who gave us that mission so I could be left there to die!!""

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aelita on Wed Apr 11, 2007 5:00 pm

Rena listened to the men's conversation as she took a beer from behind the bar and poured it into a glass with ice. She pushed it gently over to the man who had ordered it then started to clean off the bar again with a wet rag as she payed close attention to what they were saying to eachother.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Selik on Wed Apr 11, 2007 5:42 pm

Selik turned and looked at him . He was completely calm . The man was drunk and could do nothing serious . Except maybe burn the bar down (if hed heard correctly that this man was a battlemage) . He then said , " as a matter of fact , my friend , i heard a man boast about that very incident a few weeks ago . It was in another bar in a small town not too far from here . "
He took a drink of his beer and thanked the barmaid .
" Just to clear this up . I dont like orcs very much either , so i am with you on this one"
He pointed to his left cheek . A long scar sprawled down his face .
" a damn orc did this . Nearly took my eye out the bastard!" as he said this , slammed his fist onto the table ...
" now if you1ll just excuse me a second ...."
He picked up his beer and started walking towards the notice being hammered into the wall...

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Thu Apr 12, 2007 12:55 pm

""I may be completley drunk but I am coherant. If I get get any information on my bastardized friend I'd take that in a heartbeat.""
He growled as he walked to the man.

""Just tell me what city. Nothing more, nothing less.""

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aelita on Fri Apr 13, 2007 11:02 pm

Rena watched as the two walked over to the bulletin. She too became curious and walked over to it skimming through it's contents. "Hhmm..interesting."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Selik on Sat Apr 14, 2007 12:09 pm

he looked at tha man , cracked a smile and said simply,
"Barkwood. Three or four miles east . Nice little town . Quiet . Good for killing goblins....and orcs" He laughed at the thought . And carried on reading the sign.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby PunkRockinHobbit on Sat Apr 14, 2007 11:46 pm

Most usually felt her coming before they actually saw her. If she deemed it to be so, you would not even know she was upon you until it was bitterly too late. Footfalls as silent as the autumn leaves finding the ground carried her through the door of the run-down old tavern, and she cast back the hood of her green velvet robes. Obsidian hair that seemed to go on forever cascaded down her back, stopping just short at her ankles. Starkly pale eyes, as icy in color as the touch of the mage, scanned the establishment. An aura of power surrounded Icienne DeLonge... power she was building upon day by day.

Icienne was not exactly a regular in this place, but she had visited a time or two. There was Mac, the old barkeep as constant as the flow of time itself. And there, also, was a barmaid Icienne had not seen before. She took her in only briefly before her eyes moved on, finding two men standing before a sign nailed to the wall. This had not been there on her last visit, either. And so, curiousity piqued, Icienne strode silently over to stand behind the two men, one of whom smelled distinctly like alcohol. They would not be aware of her, unless they felt the chill that radiated from her. Icy orbs skimmed over the scrawled hand on the parchment, drinking in the words, storing them into memory more out of habit than actual interest.

"Should you choose to join me on my endeavor know that there will be a handsome reward should it be met with success..."

Icienne grinned slightly, an action that made her look as frightening as she would appear under extreme wrath. It contained a pale calm, leaving her face oddly unreadable. Handsome reward, she thought, her eyes falling upon the military seal she recognized at once to be from Valmorgen Keep. Another step upon the road to the completion of my Test...

Icienne turned her gaze from the announcement then, her eyes falling upon Lord Commandant Arkhann Reiksguard seated at the bar. His armor and warlike appearance marked him to the the one she needed to see, this much was clear. Swiftly, she glided over to him, standing just behind and to the left of him. Her voice, perpetually calm and slightly sinister, with the ability to make one's hair stand on end, weaved its way to his ear.

"It is not with brute force alone that Valmorgen Keep will be defended, and the Orcs driven back. You need cunning, Master Reiksguard, and devices none of these sword-swingers can offer. I, on the other hand, can provide the tools necessary for your assured victory. Will you, then, give this mage ample opportunity?"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Sun Apr 15, 2007 1:02 am

""Well I'm sober. Looks like I'm heading to Barkwood.""
He said as he headed to the door. Once he was out of the tavern he set out for his home which he reached an hour later. His home was isolated from most people, hidden in the barrens. In his home were robes he enchanted to black out the face. He put them on and headed to Barkwood to go face his old "Friend" and show him what he has been thinking over the years.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Azmodai2 on Sun Apr 15, 2007 2:24 am

He saw her enter the tavern, like a pale ghost, she glided over to his notice. She read it and simply turned and walked in his direction. His eyes followed her approach and he noted her seemingly frail body structure, her green robes and crimson belt. Her expression was unreadable as she stopped to his left and uttered a few quiet words.

Arkhann looked up at Icienne to his side and grinned. Mage, good, very few battlemages still alive in Valmorgen. He nodded in agreement to her statement then ordered a drink from Mac. As he scooted near her an icy chill seemed to run down his back, he felt the temperature drop considerably and upon studying her once again she seemed to emanate a pale aura. Interesting. He turned toward her and smiled a calm smile as he stared into her eyes. His were dark hazel-green orbs, penetrating and searching through the doorway that was her eyes. He was searching for any sign of weakness, any flaw, anything that could go awry with her in a tough situation… there? Perhaps…

“You are more then welcome to join me, you seem intelligent and capable. Most would not recognize me by appearance alone. Before we journey together, however, I must ask you one question, it is very important so answer honestly. Why are you aiding me?�

He stared at her intently while fingering the hilt of his sword. Mac delivered the drink. Whisky, strong and old. Yes her abilities would certainly compliment his own martial abilities, but could she be trusted? He wasn’t sure, the eyes had been as blank as her expression upon her entrance.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Selik on Sun Apr 15, 2007 6:14 am

He turned and looked at the man grasping the hilt of his sword .
and asked "You running the show?" , pointing to the notice .
"i got some ...er...shall we say...business with a orc..." gesturing to his scar .
He gave out a laugh then said jokingly ,
" plus i could be doing with a bit more gold"
"what do you say? Am i in? " and held up his beer and took a drink ,
staring into the man`s eyes...
He then felt a cold shiver run down his spine..something odd..
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