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Post by Richter Abend on May 7, 2011 23:08:37 GMT -6
"You know, I think that blacksmith will be a good addition to the troop. Is everything good with Farlus, Commander?" spoke Clair, running up from behind Richter.
"I know," Richter said matter-of-factly. "I wouldn't have hired him otherwise." The commander sighed, brushing a bit of his hair out of his face. "Shame he couldn't follow through on my sword idea though..." The pink haired Ilian trailed off as their new grey haired companion in question approached from behind, wishing to say his piece. Richter turned to face Farlus.
"I believe I can answer that if our fair commander so wishes."
"I don't see why not," Richter replied.
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Mavick
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"The Darkness... It consumes me."
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Post by Mavick on May 7, 2011 23:37:19 GMT -6
Mavick was relieved to have managed to catch Marle's attention. He approached the armored woman and then stopped, his pony coming to a halt beside him. "Lance Captain Daviau." he greeted in return.
Her question almost made him smile, though the situation kept him from finding the urge to do so. "Actually, yes." he replied. "Employment." He waited a moment to let that fact register with her. "Richter has been asked to quell the uprisings in Bern, using force if necessary. Due to our two countries having...radically different opinions on the matter, we agreed that it would be best for us to part ways on friendly terms now, rather than have our respective political views endanger eachother and the soldiers in the long run." Mavick explained. "So, I am currently a tactical advisor without anyone to advise. Admittedly, looking back, I feel that I probably should have waited untill we were on a more...familiar terrain before we split ways." Mavick admitted.
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Farlus
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You had better hope I can make use of you.
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Post by Farlus on May 8, 2011 4:40:19 GMT -6
Farlus turned to his commander, bowing his head in acknowledgement.
"Why thank you, Commander." The mage then turned to face Clair with a smirk on his face. He began to pace around to the other side of his sub-commander as he spoke.
"I have been given the prestigious and no doubt arduous task of succeeding little Mavick as your strategist and staff officer. I do understand that our good... um... what was it he did other than keep the books? I'm sure he had some ability in combat, but it was never mentioned to me exactly what role he played." Farlus stopped moving for a second and shook his head, silvery locks following his movements. Once his thoughts were back on track, he continued.
"Anyway, I do understand that our good... whatever it was he specialized in was a valued and cherished member of your party. I can only hope to live up to my predecessor, but I will do my best in this most vital of roles." Farlus gave a deep bow with a bit of flair one would see of a jester or stage performer in front of Clair after finishing his explanation. He rose and smiled a well-rehearsed smile, hiding his incredibly jittery nerves. It was all he could do to not wobble at the knees. Hopefully, Farlus would one day be able put on this air of confidence and mean it, but today was not that day.
"I hope you will accept me in this position, my fair lady."
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Post by Valcrist on May 8, 2011 17:34:22 GMT -6
Just as he thought, no sign of Marle. That was... a pity. He was sure he wouldn't be able to catch her before they left, and he'd never have the time to give her his sketch... Hrm... Well if he couldn't give it to her now, might as well use the time to make it even better. As it stands right now, it was black and white. He'd have to add color, maybe a background. It depended on how much time off he got... Maybe he could look for an easel, oh and some paints too. Though, honestly, he had much more important things to waste time and gold on it was still fun to entertain the idea.
He'd get back to it, but right now the thing on his mind was this package that seemed to grow bigger every time it is referenced. If he waited too much longer the only thing that would come of it is disaster, and tears. Much like his love life.
He saw that Richter and Clair and that one really dark skinned guy were talking about something. Probably super secret hush hush Ilian business things that a lesser mind like his could only hear if he was prepared to die right afterwards. Since he preferred living by a slim margin, he instead decided to head to the people loading the wagons. He saw that person he spoke to earlier, the one with the boots and outrageous mutton chops, overseeing it. Good for him, he didn't get in trouble.
"Everything alright?" Val questioned innocently, then again it was hard to say that menacingly. He'd need to grow a mustache first, and twirl it. Maybe while eating fiendishly, with some kind of food that is quite fiendish in nature. Like beans.
"Ah! The blacksmith returns." The man grinned like a fool, thoughts of fluffy kittens or somesuch must of been galloping through his head. "Everything's alright here sir. We're loading up the iron and steel now, it should all be ready by the time we leave."
"Good on you man, thank you a thousand times over." Val couldn't help but grin like a fool his self. It was infectious. Like a disease, a disease of friendship, and that is the deadliest disease of all. "I'm going to go gather my things together, then I'll come help."
"No, that's quite alright Master Blacksmith. We have it covered. You go get yourself some rest, if I know Mavick like I think I do, you'll be running orders first thing in the morn." He bowed his head, stepping gingerly around the name of a certain mage and tactician. There was probably something there, something foreboding that spelled imminent unhappiness or irony somewhere. This was all lost on Val however, as he was busy being a stupid teenager.
"If you insist." It made him feel bad, and odd, but he knew better then to force the point. They don't come into his forge insisting to make their own weapons and getting upset when you tell them they were designing swords on sticks. So he wouldn't try to do their job for them only to get made fun of for totally holding the parcels the wrong way I mean come on you newbie how do you mess up that badly seriously. So he headed up for his room, which was still technically his until he checked out. As long as he did it before midnight, he didn't have to pay for another night. It'd be a good idea to go to sleep now and check out right before midnight like the stingy old man he was at heart.
He probably wouldn't, but it was a tempting thought. That was a small handful of gold he could spend on other superfluous things like paint, or an easel, or one of those 'how to speak to women' books.
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Marle Daviau
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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 May 8, 2011 18:08:50 GMT -6
So, that's how come he's not ready yet....
Marle had an idea that something had come up with him, but did not know the specifics since she was equally busy as well. Marle inwardly sighed, and was glad for the arrangements made beforehand, to pick up soldiers at outlying areas on the way. Well, this wasn't the greatest news, but Mavick somewhat made up for it. She had no second in command that she could atleast trust just yet, Arthis busy with other matters, so...this could be promising.
With an armored finger, she tapped her chin softly, and nodded as she listened, and a small grin worked over her lips. She knew what he meant. He was stuck up here. Indeed, fr someone not from Ilia, being in the corner of the world like Edessa, with nothing for one to do, that could be troublesome. This would prove handy.
"Probably, yes, but this benefits us both in the end. I've had to rely on my own strategies up until now...which isn't saying much, I haven't actually been a knight for very long, but I've been in a few encounters. A veteran mind such as yours to guide me and my troops would prove most helpful."
Marle began to turn and walk away, but she signaled him to follow by motioning over her shoulder, and also piping up.
"Come on then, Mavick, you're welcome with me."
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Post by Richter Abend on May 8, 2011 23:44:44 GMT -6
Richter eyed Farlus strangely with a face that was as much inquisitive as it was amused. He hadn't told Farlus exactly what Mavick's role in the army had been, but considering the mage's words, the commander couldn't tell if Farlus was being snarky, mildly dissing Mavick, or if he was just extremely aloof. Either way, Richter thought he might like Farlus. He appeared to have an eager air about him, even having been at the meeting with the lords, and if he had any qualms with their mission, he didn't show it.
He seemed to be exactly what Richter wanted in a tactician, but the pink haired Ilian wouldn't get ahead of himself. Until Farlus actually proved what he was capable of, the commander would hold back any potential words of praise or admonition. Despite the few things Richter didn't particularly like about Mavick, he was a good tactician and he got the job done. Although Richter would never say it, the little purple man would be missed.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on May 9, 2011 0:17:31 GMT -6
Nice to see that Richter was as confident as ever when it came to his troops. Specifically, the new blacksmith. The pegasus knight wondered what sort of idea "sword idea" had stalled out, but other things soon took precedence.
Clair took note as Farlus' voice showed up, his tone shifting lyrically. She tracked his progress around her as he walked. He seemed eager to prove his worth to them. Perhaps a little over eager, even.
"Mavick was with us a long time, but I'm sure that you'll find yourself at ease with the jobs eventually." After she spoke, Clair realized that it would probably be a very long time before Farlus was at ease with the jobs: he was not good at handling large crowds. Still, her words would indicate a level of acceptance, or readiness to accept him.
She gave Farlus a thoughtful look, wondering how this anima magic would measure up to Mavick's dark. "Don't worry, Farlus. I'm not expecting you to become our new Mavick. Just take over his job. I can work with you later on figuring out how to best go about these duties." As an "assistant officer", Clair often found that she was one of the better suited members of the army to act as liasion between many of the different parts. She'd find a way to work with Farlus, just as she had with Mavick.
After a moment, Clair remembered one of the reasons that she'd run up to catch her Commander, and turned to him. "Oh, Commander, if you can spare me now, I'd like to get Corona, and go take care of that assessment I requested in the Spire."
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Mavick
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Post by Mavick on May 9, 2011 0:34:12 GMT -6
Mavick nodded. "Thank you, Lance Captain Daviau." he replied. He tugged on his ponies reigns, and started to follow behind Marle. "So, what is it exactly that you will need me to do?" he asked. "You already mentioned strategizing, of course, but as you know, I was also Richter's Staff Officer. Or book keeper. They're really the same word." Mavick started. "If you need help in the documented part of war as well, I would be happy to do so." After all, he'd been nearly single handedly managing the finances and rationing of Richter's army. He'd also held quite a bit of sway over the workforce outside of battle, though he'd split that chore with Claire out of respect for rank.
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Post by Richter Abend on May 9, 2011 0:57:38 GMT -6
"Though I wouldn't mind it if you became better than Mavick," interjected Richter upon Clair's comment. The remark sounded a bit joking, but as usual, Richter's face was anything but. It was one of his quirks, one that he'd had even before he'd left Ilia. It had always infuriated his mother, as he'd tend to throw in jokingly snide comments in conversation and she'd have no idea whether he was being obnoxious or downright mean. Now, however, Richter joked far less, if at all, so ninety-nine percent of the time it wasn't really an issue.
As Clair finished speaking, she took a moment before turning back to Richter, asking permission to leave. The commander saw no reason to keep her here. After all, she had a self-evaluation to complete.
"Of course, go right ahead," Richter replied. "Farlus and I can handle the shipping out." The commander turned his gaze to Farlus. "Right? Think of it as your first task. After all, as the staff officer you're going to need to know the soldiers you'll be organizing."
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on May 9, 2011 12:03:04 GMT -6
Garith really didn't sleep much he mainly listened to Clair, Richter and Farlus talk. He wondered who this Mavick character was and kind of wanted to meet him to see what he is like. It sound as if Farlus somewhat was glad that Mavick had left. Ah well Garith couldn't really sleep so he got up from where he was resting and started wondering off around the city. Garith watched people walking around talking with each other. It made Garith feel a bit lonely he did just meet new people but he felt out of place like no one really cared. But that was just how he felt things got worse when he saw a little boy walking with his parents with a happy look on his face. This made a tear go down Garith's face he had almost forgotten what it was like with his parents before everything went terrible.
He wasn't going to be all depressed so Garith figured he should go talk to Richter to find out what his first assignment was going to be Garith wasn't just going to sit around all day. So he headed over toward the others with a somewhat depressed look on his face. Besides his sad feelings he but on a smile and waved to Clair he didn't want anyone to see him sad.
"Um Commander Richter to you having anything for me to do?" Garith asked with a somewhat bored look on his face.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on May 9, 2011 21:48:01 GMT -6
Time to get to work, Farlus.
Clair gave a quick smirk to Farlus before she looked back to her commander, and responded to him. "Thankyou Commander. I'll catch up with you, if you're already on the road when I'm done."
This was her direct, indirect way of letting them know that they didn't need to, and probably shouldn't plan on waiting for her. It could take quite a while, for all she knew, but she'd certainly be able to outpace the ground bound army they'd be leading out.
With a quick salute, the pegasus knight spun on her heels and marched out, spying Garith's small smile and wave to her. She acknowledged him with a quick nod, and then headed out, letting him take care of his business, and going off to take care of hers.
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Post by Richter Abend on May 10, 2011 18:39:17 GMT -6
Richter turned to Garith as he and Farlus entered the inn, the young man having approached him, asking for work. He liked that the younger mercenary showed initiative, but unfortunately the commander didn't have anything specific for him to do.
"Outside of getting ready to march, no," replied Richter, despite seeing the bored look on Garith's face. He could sympathize, though. Life in the military could be a bit of a wake-up to some, but not in the expected sense. It wasn't as action packed and glorious as many people thought. Most of the time soldiers spent their time idling; waiting for orders, marching, or just "holding the fort". In all honesty, whether mercenary or soldier, fighting, while ninety percent of the job description, was only about twenty percent of the actual job.
"If you want to make yourself useful, I'd suggest getting to know some of the other soldiers," Richter continued. "You should know who you're working with."
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Marle Daviau
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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 May 12, 2011 20:24:52 GMT -6
Marle thought to herself, she could use as much help as she could get in some areas, to lessen her stress. The books, keeping documents on supplies, as well as all the documents she had to deal with as a leader had kept her bound to afield desk more often than being a leader by presence, if she could lighten that load a bit, but not all together, that would be a plus.
"Well, I suppose I could do with someone overseeing my supplies, keeping tally on what we have, and need to have. Documents though, I should handle myself, though I will call on you for advice, should I need it of course, you are more...educated than a villager such as myself."
Marle gave a brisk laugh, she wasn't afraid to say it, most are always peasants in the army, though Knights seemed to be retained for noble roles, Marle was not, which was probably why she was being sent on this errand as the 'only available officer.' A small slap in the face, probably. If that was so...they would have sent someone higher up though...bah! Thinking like this was bad for her.
Grinning inwardly this whole time, Marle shook her dyed hair, and continued on, now exiting the gates of the city towards her column of soldiers that were already gathered, most were on foot, mounted units in her force were rare, for good reason, horse infantry in Ilia were unreliable in the rugged terrain.
"What would you prefer doing? What feels mostly comfortable, that is?"
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Mavick
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Post by Mavick on May 13, 2011 0:22:24 GMT -6
"I'm not much more than a villager myself, Lance Captain." Mavick replied. Technically he was a Bourgeois, but who cared? "I am fully ready to fulfill the same services for you as I did for Commander Richter. Strategizing, book keeping, arranging formations - We've been traveling together since Sacae, I think you know most of the list." Mavick said with that smirk of his. "I have no objections to any form of work that gives me an opportunity to put my knowledge to the test."
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Farlus
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You had better hope I can make use of you.
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Post by Farlus on May 13, 2011 6:58:24 GMT -6
Farlus took Richter's last comment as a queue to introduce himself. The mage stepped around so he could clearly see the boy and brushed his mantle back, placing a hand on his hip.
"I believe I'll start that off, then. Hello, young man. My name is Farlus Norwright. I will be acting as your staff officer and strategist until our good commander feels my services are no longer needed. Or the cold grasp of death takes me from my position." it just then dawned on Farlus that what he said may have sounded like a snide remark about how Richter let Mavick leave. He quickly turned to his commander and gave a side comment, "I meant no disrespect by that comment, Commander. I am sure you and Mavick had valid reasons to part. In fact, I really hadn't considered the recent exchange between you two when I said it."
Farlus cleared his throat and continued his introduction, turning back to the youth.
"I am actually brand new to this job, but once I learn just what it entails you can come to me for... whatever it is I am tasked with taking care of." it was true that Farlus had little understanding of just what kind of a job a staff officer was to handle. He knew a few things such as maintaining budgets and buying supplies, but Farlus never wanted to come off as knowing everything when he, indeed, did not.
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