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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 26, 2010 21:50:42 GMT -6
Richter relaxed a bit. The man's words seemed genuine, although one could never be sure. Still, with the tension reduced and the weapons lowered, the commander saw no need to beat around the bush. These men had been straight with him, if not necessarily initially, so he would respond in kind.
"The name is Richter Abend. I'm a soldier commander of sorts," the pink haired man said to the three, now mostly talking to the much more stable man. "I'm leading my company of men to Edessa to speak with the Ilian lords." Richter looked up to Clair and gave the signal for all clear. "We're marching a hard pace, but if it's bandits you fear, you're welcome to travel with my men as far as you wish." While most men wouldn't have offered as such, the commander wasn't most men. His army itself was made up of potential enemies, so if he couldn't extend a hand to those who would take it, that wouldn't say much for his character. Besides, unlike the "monks" who he had ceremoniously accosted earlier, this group had a sensible alibi.
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Post by Meredy Laplace on Dec 26, 2010 22:56:40 GMT -6
"We would gladly take up your offer" Thamir said, bowing.
Max had already lodged his bow on his back and put the arrow on the quiver. He had separated Meredy from the deer and had chopped it into several pieces, putting them to the fire. "This thing won't last if we simply take it along, and eating it raw isn't the best idea ever".
Edessa...that's slightly northeast of here, is it not? If that's the case, you'll have to come down from where you are to get there. We'll wait for you here until you do, then he said, and then looked back at his own group.
"That man...we'll be following that man for a while" Thamir told Meredy, who had gotten over her shock and had heard the last part of the conversation. "Okay" she managed to say, taking a look at her axe. Father...
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Marle Daviau
General
The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Dec 27, 2010 12:26:46 GMT -6
"What the hell is going on up here?"
Marle came up the line in the hardly tarnished heavy plate armor of a knight. Marle had been well down the line, seeing things from there. For the most part she had been keeping to herself. In the last fight before meeting up with Richter's forces she had lost her quartermaster, and had taken it upon herself. The supplies were getting short, but thankfully, back in Ilia, the equipment would be resupplied. Sadly, this entailed her being back in Ilia, where she was a little depressed at returning. the Warmth of Sacae was just finally getting tolerable, as well as enjoyable.
Marle was pretty much the only one in command not saddled on a horse, believing her own legs were just as good as that of a horses. As she rounded past the last soldier, she looked at the group of three travelers. They seemed pretty settled down, and well, that didn't seem well. She had overheard Richter inviting them to participate in the march. Marle wasn't opposed to this, but she didn't want to stop just yet.
Flicking hair from her vision, Marle rubbed the metal fingers of her gauntlets together and over looked the deer.
"I suggest we keep going. The weather is cold enough to keep the deer fresh for a time being. I propose you break camp and fall in. As Richter stated earlier, we're keeping a hard pace. We don't wish to dally. What do you say?"
Marle's green eyes looked up to Richter, crossing her arms, and relaxed for the time being. Unlike the others, she wore the heaviest armor, and walking on her own was greatly taxing on her muscles, but it was also keeping her strong. A Break would be nice, but she could keep going for awhile.
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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 27, 2010 13:22:32 GMT -6
Richter nodded down to the armored women. Marle was right. They had to keep moving. The soldiers had had long enough of a break.
"I agree," replied the rebel commander, turning his head towards the mountains. "We'll be bringing the forces around this way before we power on through the pass anyways, so pack your bags and form up with us when we do." The pink haired man gave his cousin a quick nod, then rode back to the rest of the men. "Alright men, Captain Daviau is done waiting for you bums to catch your breath, so let's get moving!" Richter shouted over the crowd and his words with met with the occasional groan but mostly the clanging of armor and the beginning footfalls of soldiers' feet.
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Mavick
Seer
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"The Darkness... It consumes me."
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Post by Mavick on Dec 27, 2010 17:38:58 GMT -6
Mavick nodded. "Yes, Commander." he replied. After Richter left, he looked around the camp. "You're on a break, not on leave! Form a circle! Archers and magic users inside, spearmen outside, everyone else between!" he barked. Once the army had met his satisfaction, Mavick dismounted his pony and rolled out a little mat that had rested on its back. Sitting down, he crossed his legs closed his eyes. Darkness. He took a deep, chilly breath, and slow exhaled. Darkness surrounds... His hands lay open on his lap. Slowly, the air above them shimmered and condensed into a small orb of anti-matter. It simply hovered there, perfectly undisturbed as the dark mage lost himself in his meditation.
So lost was he, that when Richter called for the march to resume, he did not respond. It was not untill his pony brushed against his shoulder did he awaken. The orb dissapated, and Mavick blinked away the glossy look in his eyes. "...Damn!" he swore as he rolled up the mat and hastily through it on the pony before mounting it himself. Bringing it around, he road up to Richter. "So, what did I miss?" he asked.
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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 27, 2010 18:51:14 GMT -6
The crunching of snow heard all around, the commander's horse fell into step as his tactician rode up next to him.
"So, what did I miss?" came Mavick's voice.
"Two men and a women," replied Richter. "They're supposedly on their way to Arphen, so they're going to join up with us once we round this next hill, and travel with us as far as Edessa." The commander paused, taking a quick look at the men. They were all up and falling into form, to Richter's satisfaction. "They seem pretty harmless, and as long as it stays that way I don't see much to worry about." The pink haired man fell silent for a moment, then turned to look at Mavick. "Also, good job with the men. Nice to know I have a tactician who can keep the troops in line."
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
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Post by Mavick on Dec 27, 2010 20:24:40 GMT -6
Mavick's lips twitched up into his signature smirk at Richter's praise. "Well, if I was incapable of managing a small army, what sort of tactician would I be?" he asked. The shaman deserved a medal, simply because he was able to repress his ever swelling ego. "Temporary additions, hmm? Very well. I'll have them placed accordingly. In the mean time, I've been meaning to discuss something with you. This morning, I took record of our rations, and we are coming up somewhat short. Someone has been helping him or herself to a late night snack." Mavick's voice was very stern. "As you no doubt know, Commander, stealing provisions, especially considering the environment we're in, is the equivalent of treason. The perpetrator needs to be found quickly before this gets out of hand."
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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 27, 2010 22:04:04 GMT -6
The news of the food deficiency wasn't something Richter was particularly excited to hear, though it wasn't entirely surprising. In hard conditions, men tended to do things they wouldn't under ordinary circumstances. Surprising or not, however, this was definitely a problem. Considering the amount of distance they still had to cover and the land they were in, any stealing of food now had to be dealt with immediately. If not, it could have serious repercussions on the physical and mental condition of the men.
"That's not the most wonderful of news, Mavick, but thanks for informing me," replied the commander. "You've probably got a better plan than I do already cooked up in that head of yours, but I'd suggest we start with the soldiers who march near the horses that carry the food. They would be the most obvious culprits." Richter wouldn't admit it, but every soldier, even himself, could get tempted to sneak a few bites when constantly marching near the food. Walking was tiresome, and food was replenishing.
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David Krisby
Mercenary
DEAD
"Where is MY path to redemption?"
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Post by David Krisby on Dec 27, 2010 22:31:02 GMT -6
"Uh, 'scuse me" David said, attempting to get the attention of the commander named Richter. "Could you maybe, untie me? I'm awake now, and I think I was supposed to join you guys or something. Maybe that was another prank by the guys, I don't know."
David was tied up real nice, there was little chance that he would escape. He had forgotten why he had come out here in the first place, but he knew it had something to do with an army, and this was the only one in sight. "I'm just a simple mercenary, I wish I weren't treated as a criminal..." Except for that one time... he thought, and suddenly looked extremely gloomy.
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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 27, 2010 22:51:06 GMT -6
A voice. Who...?
Oh, right, the man who they had picked up earlier. Apparently he was now awake. Nice to see he wasn't dead. "Just wanted to make sure you didn't fall off," replied the commander. Well, that was only half true. Reaching to the back of his horse, Richter pulled the straps tying the now waking mercenary to horse. "You have a name for yourself?"
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David Krisby
Mercenary
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"Where is MY path to redemption?"
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Post by David Krisby on Dec 27, 2010 23:13:22 GMT -6
David pulled himself off of the horse and check his pockets to make sure all of his booze was still there. Oh, and his money too. "Thanks, the name's David Krisby, but I'm known to my fellow mercenaries as The Dark Hunter."
He was about to reach into his cloak and pull out another bottle of whiskey, but decided against it. He still wasn't sure if he could trust these people. "I overheard that you're traveling to Arphen. I uh... kinda forgot what I was doing out here. You mind if I travel back there with you guys? It wouldn't be good for my health if I passed out again."
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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 27, 2010 23:33:22 GMT -6
"Well David, it's just the three newcomers going to Arphen. My army is actually traveling to Edessa," replied Richter, "but you can come along all the same if you'd like." The commander shook his head. It wasn't like every other goon they had found in these tundras wasn't coming with them, so why not this half-dead merc?
"Just watch yourself," continued the commander. "If I see you up to anything, it'll be the end of you." With that, Richter turned forward and continued leading the march.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Dec 28, 2010 12:49:20 GMT -6
Obviously, when the archer pointed his arrow at her, it immediately put him on Clair's blacklist. What does he even think he's doing? He'd have to be. Incredibly lucky, and a good shot to hit me up here. She considered dropping on him from above, like a thunderbolt, but eventually decided to trust Commander Richter to deal with it. She wasn't disappointed.
Though he was still the most uncooperative of the three, he did eventually lower his bow. With hostilities put aside, for the moment at least, she began circling again, rising up to optimum scouting height. That was when another gust came, and this time it didn't stop for quite some time. The high sky was no longer friendly to her. It was time to land, and rejoin the army.
Dropping in altitude until the winds were manageable, she circled for a bit, finding the best angle to land from, and then urging her pegasus down onto the earth's surface, only slipping for a brief moment as Corona steadied himself on the occasionally slick surface.
"Commander. Mavick." The pegasus knight nodded to each as she rode up The winds are picking up in the upper sky. It won't be safe to fly within a few minutes. If we're going much further, we should put out scouts on the ground...." Her glance suddenly fell on someone unfamiliar. A rough looking swordsman by the looks. Ah, the unconscious man? "And I guess you will be traveling with us then, Stranger?"
Odd that they'd run into two traveling groups out here. Perhaps they were connected.
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David Krisby
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"Where is MY path to redemption?"
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Post by David Krisby on Dec 28, 2010 16:22:10 GMT -6
David spoke to the Pegasus knight that had just returned from the air. "Yeah, I guess I am. The name's David, beauty. I suppose it must've been your scouting that saved my life. I am very grateful." He looked around, finally noticing the large amounts of soldiers. "So this is some kind of army? Why're you headed to Ilia?"
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Mavick
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Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
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Post by Mavick on Dec 28, 2010 16:44:13 GMT -6
Mavick rolled his eyes. "A man who gives himself a moniker. A stupid one, at that. He might be problematic." he muttered to Richter. He then returned Claire's nod. "Officer Feldsky." he replied. Mulling over her words, he nodded again. "I will assemble a few scouting groups, Commander. By your leave." He turned the pony around to start going through the ranks, not before giving David a sour look. "I believe we already told you this is an army. And armies do not smile upon its troops using flirtations words with a commanding officer." he stated, then trotted off. He already didn't like the man. But what else was new?
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