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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 28, 2010 17:28:45 GMT -6
Richter nodded to Clair as she arrived, then nodded to Mavick as he left. As for David, well, he was allowed to come, but that was about it. Not even his own men knew exactly why they were going to Ilia.
"It's none of your concern, Krisby," responded the commander, brusquely as he pulled some hair out of his face. This wind was getting on his nerves. "All you need to know is that we are, and that you can come along. No questions outside of that." With that, Richter nudged his horse and rode up to the front of the march. Too much was going on right now, he needed to think.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Dec 28, 2010 23:29:06 GMT -6
Clair did her level best not to smile when she heard David call her "beauty." She never quite grinned, but if anyone was watching, they'd be able to tell that her face was nearly ready to fracture. His casual, teasing attitude, while perhaps out of place here, was something that had been long absent from her life. The last time she remembered having that feeling was... way back before they'd even left Sacae, and before Richter had been promoted to High Officer. Back with Kynlis, actually. The pegasus knight wondered when had they lost her?
She refused to nod, as the others moved off, as she felt like it was turning into a head bobbing fest. Regardless, she was left with this newcomer, David.
"Actually David, you were totally covered in snow, when one of our soldiers stumbled across you, so I missed you. I'm sure they'd still be glad of your gratitude though. You were lucky we ran across you when we did, if you really were out cold." She ignored the unintended pun about cold weather, as she spoke to him.
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David Krisby
Mercenary
DEAD
"Where is MY path to redemption?"
Posts: 81
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Post by David Krisby on Dec 29, 2010 7:39:14 GMT -6
David completely ignored Mavick. It didn't matter who his employer was, David had left the army behind him and become a mercenary for a reason. Sometimes escape is the best path to travel.
David was very suspicious of Richter's words. Now, David did know that those words were what a lowly Mercenary like him deserved. However, an army making its way to Ilia without reason was impossible. Ilia was too cold for most people south of it, David had taken quite some time to get used to the cold.
Seeing that the pegasus knight wasn't smiling, he decided to ask, "So, you got a name, Ms. Feldsky, or would you prefer that I continue to call you 'Beauty'?"
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Post by Meredy Laplace on Dec 29, 2010 22:24:40 GMT -6
It took about fifteen minutes, but Richter's group had finally reached the camp Meredy and co had set up. Meredy had stopped counting heads after 15, stunned by the amount of people traveling alongside the pink-haired man.
"And that explains why it took you that long to take 30 steps forward" Max simply said, trying to look over the sea of men.
"Nevermind him. Let me introduce us. That over there is Max Orels" "Hey" "while milady over here is Meredy Laplace.
"I hope we are not a bother, Sir Abend" Meredy said bowing like the noblewoman she was.
"Thamir Norwell, at your service. Thank you for taking us with you, sir." he finally said, giving a military-styled salute.
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Dec 29, 2010 23:13:02 GMT -6
Mavick's face grew red enough to be mistaken for an overly ripe tomato as his pony trotted off. The nerve of that man! The soldiers could see that their tactician was in one of his moods, and checked their tongues at the door (So to speak).
A few minutes later, he had calmed down, and was instead nodding at his own sound decisions. Three scouting parties, each consisting of two swordsman and one archer, had been sent out ahead of them. He had the utmost confidence in his decision. After all, he was brilliant. He rode up to inform Richter of his progress, but he stopped when he saw the familiar expression on the Commanders face. "Officer Feldsky." he stated, instead trotting beside the Pegasus Knight, putting extra emphasis on the Officer when he heard Krisby's continued flirting,"Please take command while I speak with the Commander." With that, he urged his pony onward. Honestly, that new mercenary was already getting on his nerves. Even sellswords ought to have a sense of professionalism about them!
"Would you care to voice your thoughts, Commander?" he asked as quietly as possible without seeming suspicious. "My profession also includes confidentiality, if you need to get a few troubles or...frustrations...off your chest."
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Post by Cyrus on Dec 29, 2010 23:13:56 GMT -6
Lots and lots of actions happend, a trio of weird people joined and then now the drunken mercenary just woke up. Looking at the scenes, Cyrus hands began to be numb from the cold and needed to move around a little or else he might get whinny.Thats just when Cyrus heard Clair talking to David,overhearing them speaking of the generic soldier saving the flirtrous men,Cyrus must present himself.
"...Mister Krisby,Lady Claire. I,Cyrus Greyfield,am the one who found mister Krisby in the snow. Oh by the way sorry for this sudden presentation but i had the feeling i had to present myself.Also i think we are about to start marching again,so maybe preparing your pegasus for the upcoming movement would be a good choice,whitout sounding rude Lady Claire."Cyrus spoke calmly."Oh! And also i think you are for a hard time making Commander Mavick mad like this. " Cyrus said thinking Mavick could focus is attention on someone else than the soldiers,even if its a little less.
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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 29, 2010 23:37:23 GMT -6
Richter gave Mavick a quick look as his pony trotted off, then stared back into the distance. The last mountain range before the ice plains of Edessa loomed ahead in the far off distance. One last hurdle before the Ilian capital, but that itself would most likely be a hurdle to cross as well. Richter couldn't imagine the Ilian lords just giving him control of their forces. With their occupation of Bern and the Etrurian hand over their heads, they'd probably just cower like whipped dogs if Richter tried to bare his fangs.
"It's too quiet," replied the commander cryptically, considering all the noise that was happening behind them. "Supposedly my homeland was to be overrun by bandits, but since we crossed the mountains into Ilia, its been days and not a sight of anyone but these wayfarers we keep picking up." He bit his lip anxiously. "Every where I look I see spies and ambushes. Now that you tell me of our food supplies being looted, I'm even growing suspicious of my own men. I was half tempted to kill one of those travelers we picked up the second he-" Richter stopped as he was interrupted by...speak of the devil.
"Thamir Norwell, at your service. Thank you for taking us with you, sir."
"Greetings Max, Thamir," greeted Richter, nodding to each of them, "...Miss Laplace. Don't mention it. It was the least I could do for a couple of travelers." The pink haired man gave Mavick a quick look. He finish talking to his tactician once they could be alone again. "Though now that you're traveling with us, perhaps you could give me a summary of your current situation?"
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Dec 30, 2010 0:58:11 GMT -6
Clair went ahead, and let her smile show as Mavick forged his way up to the Commander. Her reply to David was teasing, like how he'd spoken. "Well Handsome, I think for the ongoing health of our tactician, you'd best call me Officer Feldsky. My name is Clair though." Her voice adopted a tone which meant she was only partially kidding, as she continued. "Now keep a civil tone, or I'll have you strapped to the back of Mavick's pony." She couldn't help but give a small grin at the thought of the discomfort each would have in that situation. Of course, that wasn't something she'd be doing. Mavick would probably flux the man to oblivion before consenting, which was enough to prevent it from ever occurring.
Then she turned her business to the task of keeping the army moving. Honestly, there wasn't much to do, as the troops had just been reminded of what it was they were to do. "Alright! Everyone stay in line! Right archer flank! Tighten up. We don't want you creeping up on the spears!"
When Cyrus approached, Clair listened to what he said. "Well done Cyrus. I'm glad the cold hasn't dulled the senses of all our soldiers." While it was true that finding David had been merely part of a soldier's duty, Clair knew the value of an officer's approval. It was normally a rare treat when it was voiced though.
"We are ready Cyrus, but thank you." Clair said, patiently.
"Why don't you join us for a bit, while we march. I'm sure Mr. Krisby would like to thank you for saving his life." The Pegasus Knight glanced between the two, waiting for David's reply.
OoC: Cyrus, I just wanted to point out that I don't think your character could know about David's drunkeness. I could have missed something, but just saying. We'll most likely just roll on with it, rather than take any kind of corrective action, but I'm just mentioning that there is a difference between what YOU know, and what your CHARACTER knows.
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David Krisby
Mercenary
DEAD
"Where is MY path to redemption?"
Posts: 81
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Post by David Krisby on Dec 30, 2010 8:16:20 GMT -6
"Many thanks, Cyrus." David replied to the soldier who had appeared. "I suppose I should take both of your advice to heart, if this tactician is really that bad. However, he'll have to learn that some people become mercenaries because they didn't like the army."
That wasn't entirely true, David really did enjoy the army. That incident however, made him uneasy about being in another army. That was when he saw something he didn't notice before. Claire looked a lot like Maria did, in fact, the resemblance was even a bit unnerving. He was still traumatized by that incident. David's eyes lowered, and his face showed sadness. Even in Ilia, he couldn't escape thoughts of her.
OoC: I agree with Clair, so I'll just not reply to Cyrus' question about drinking.
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Post by Meredy Laplace on Dec 31, 2010 16:30:06 GMT -6
OoC: Thamir, being as he is, would never have interrupted a chat, but oh well. Can't change the past, right?
Thamir walked alongside Richter's horse, explaining the situation, Max and Meredy staying behind, taking a look at the army the man had managed to gather.
"There's quite a bit she hasn't told us, to be honest. But Lady Laplace hired us both close to the border between Etruria and Ilia. We ourselves were headed this way anyway, in search for work, thing that seemed to work wonderfully well for us, sir" Thamir said, stopping to take a breath. The cold mountains wouldn't let one speak for long without becoming tired or their throat freezing over.
"As far as we know, she left her home because of being annoyed by soldiers because of her beauty. Not that I can blame them, she is gorgeous, but still understandable. She decided to come to Ilia, given that her uncle and aunt live over in Arphen. Turns out, however, that they moved some time ago to Edessa, and we had no choice but to keep going. She apparently used most of her expenses for a carriage to take her to the border of Etruria, and opted for simply getting bodyguards and going on foot once she saw her savings run dry."
Not too far behind...
"I still don't understand why we're going with these...isn't Edessa like, totally opposite of where they were heading?" Max casually said to Meredy while looking at his bow. The thing had seen better times, but it was still usable.
"No, no, no. You've got it all wrong" she replied, taking out a small map from her pocket. "Edessa should be only an hour away from here while on foot. It still baffles me how we managed to end up in the middle of the mountain range. I knew we had to follow the roads. Though I guess that still wouldn't have helped me much" she said, looking at her feet. The leather Thamir had given her as replacement for her heeled shoes had kept her feet somewhat warm, but the small lace keeping them tightened against her foot wouldn't last more than another day at most.
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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.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Dec 31, 2010 17:06:16 GMT -6
And that was that, it seemed. Everything was back in order, with four new 'companions.' Marle was generally overlooked it seemed, such was seclusion that people would forget you were around with time. Grinning at that thought, Marle uncrossed her arms and made her way to the front again, hanging back with her soldiers helped, but she was a commander here, of atleast half of the force. Richter was not their leader, and she would not abdicate to him unless she absolutely had to.
Running metal fingers through her hair, and catching some within the joints of the plate, Marle tried to be smooth, showing she was alright, and instead rubbing her head as she tried to free her glove from the clean strands of tawny hair. It was as if the cold never touched her. She could feel it, surely, but it wasn't a bother. This was her home, and what Richter said earlier made her wonder if he remembered it was his too. Life as mercenaries made people fickle, their only allegiance to those who could pay the most, but that was Ilia, so few remained loyal when abroad.
This land was harsh, but it would never be 'God Forsaken.'
Marle walked along behind Richter and his tactician, Mavick. The young boy, probably only a few years younger than herself, seemed very...apt. He knew what he was doing, and that pleased her somewhat, that her cousin had someone who was able. Though, something bothered her not long ago, before he saddled up. While Richter was busy, the young man seemed to...go into some sort of trance, or meditation. She saw what he had done, calling on the power of those dark energies. When she saw that, Marle had become anxious, and had begun grabbing at her lance. She didn't know if he was doing it consciously or not, since he wasn't responding to the situation around him at the time.
it also didn't help that she was a touch paranoid when it came to Elder magic, ever since she was nearly killed by a shaman who wielded Fenrir...that was what Elias had called it, was it not? She had to defer to his understanding of magic, for she clearly had none. She was going to watch him a little closer, just incase.
Finally, she spoke up.
"Since the time I left to meet you, Richter, we have established many regular patrols and small bands to hunt down bandits. Perhaps this silence is a result of their efforts, but truly, it is too soon to tell, not that much should have been accomplished as of yet."
Marle kept her pace behind them. There really was no horse to hold her, most were for the lighter armored than she was, she would be too much of a burden on the beast. Speaking of....looking back to Clair, she gave a small grin, as the knight was unable to tell if the girl was falling fancy for the rugged man who was unconscious, or just playing along, and toying with him, or trying to keep friendly. Really, if that was her type of man, Ilia certainly was the place for her.
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Post by Cyrus on Jan 1, 2011 0:33:04 GMT -6
" I would be really happy to acompagny you throught the long cold march." Replied Cyrus, suddendly scrach is mustache " It was my pleasure Mister David but...i just think of something now,i recently notice when we eat dinner theres less things in my bowl and in each passing day its not improving.The point i'm trying to bring is there will be four more mouth to feed...I fear we will have to tighten our belt ooonnnnw." Cyrus rake a look sadly, it would be harder to go on and thinking about food,he was now wondering about what would be on the table this time.
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Alaric Kyyneltya
Novice
Disregard Pegasi, Aquire Wealth
Posts: 64
Profession: Drunken Mercenary
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Alaric
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Post by Alaric Kyyneltya on Jan 1, 2011 14:46:07 GMT -6
Alaric stepped towards the small campfire where a few men were huddled around, warming their hands. He looked over to a larger man with an axe hanging from his belt. The man looked up to him and smiled underneath the scruff of his unshaven face. "So, you showed up anyways, boy. You're that serious about finding work, are yeh?"
The slim young man crossed his arms, tucking in his hands underneath his cloak. "Of course I did. Now, do you expect me to earn my pay with my bare hands or did you have something special in mind?"
The leader grimaced at the black-haired boy's attitude. He went over to a small pull cart and pulled out a small sword. It was skimpy and worn from time of misuse."Yeah I have your sword. Are you calling me stupid? I'll break you, kid." The man pushed it towards him, the hilt thudding into his chest. He almost fell over from the push. "We got it from our last job. You better pull your own weight if you want a share."
The angered expression on Alaric's face showed for only a moment. If he was going to get paid then he'd have to deal with these louts. The men stomped out the fire and loaded up the cart with the blankets they were using. They reeked of alcohol and the empty bottles were also thrown into the horse-drawn cart.
'I can't wait to find some better company than these meat-headed idiots. What a bunch of lousy mercenaries. I wonder who even pays these guys!?' he thoughts, strapping the sword to his belt.
He followed behind them as they embarked down a small mountain trail headed south.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 1, 2011 17:35:57 GMT -6
OoC: Sorry, I just tried to make it work. It's hard to have everyone talking to you.
"Well it looks like everything worked out for you," replied Richter to Thamir. "After all, why risk it when you can travel with two companies of fully armed soldiers?" The rebel commander chuckled mentally. Leaving home because you were harassed by soldiers for being too beautiful? There were much worse fates in life. Much much worse.
Richter couldn't be bitter, though. It was nice to see there were still people in this world who didn't have to deal with the crap he did. Made him feel like he was actually fighting for a purpose. Though a carriage...the closest Richter had ever been to a carriage was five feet riding on a horse as a nobleman's entourage as a bodyguard, and the then mercenary had been forced to kill two men assaulting the group. Hardly the lap of luxury, though Miss Laplace didn't seem the spoiled type.
Captain Marle then reappeared at the front of the group, to which Richter could only breath a sigh of relief. He had felt like the only commander leading the march for awhile, and was glad his cousin had finally decided to show herself up at the hill. If he was going to end up leading Ilian troops, he'd rather be doing so officially under the behest of the Ilian lords, and not unofficially because of absenteeism. That just caused problems and he had enough problems already, though admittedly while the problems weren't self caused, they were definitely self amplified.
"Since the time I left to meet you, Richter, we have established many regular patrols and small bands to hunt down bandits. Perhaps this silence is a result of their efforts, but truly, it is too soon to tell, not that much should have been accomplished as of yet."
"Hopefully that's the case, Captain," replied the commander referring to Marle by her official title. At least she had one, so he might as well use it. "I'd rather not get into a fight if we don't have to." Whatever his hopes, however, Richter couldn't shake the feeling that he would be killing bandits and rebels before the march was over.
Richter looked over his shoulder to acknowledge Marle, and noticed Clair flirting with the mercenary they had pulled out of the snow earlier. The commander just turned forward again, scoffing. How unprofessional.
"So, Captain," said Richter, addressing Marle, "I never got the whole tale. Just how did you manage to rise through the ranks so quickly? I'd imagine it's quite a story." The commander brought his own experiences to mind. "You kill a wyvern with your bare hands or something?" For someone as young as she was, about twenty currently if he was correct, Lance-Captain was quite the honor.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jan 1, 2011 22:54:40 GMT -6
Clair rode along, listening to her companions of the moment speaking. She wondered if David had been in an army before, and why he suddenly grew quiet. Cyrus' comments caught her more immediate attention though.
If the food was lessening, then Mavick would be the one to check with. He'd taken over her passable attempts at managing resources when he'd joined, months earlier. He'd done quite a good job too. Better than she had done, anyway, and it freed her time up for training, patrolling, and helping in any other way that Mavick wasn't covering.
"Well Greyfield, four mouths shouldn't make much of a difference for a group of over two hundred, but military rationing has never been loved by soldiers. Besides, it won't be long till we restock."
Clair rode along, Corona easily keeping the pace set by the army. Things just seemed to blend together after so many days of traveling. It was all riding, flying scouting trips, and occasionally dismounting to let Corona recover a bit as the day progressed. Except for the new arrivals, today would likely be just the same.
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