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Post by Garith Valkyrie on May 27, 2011 13:20:07 GMT -6
Bern?! Oh great that was the last place Garith wanted to go but Sacae sounded interesting he had never been there before he wondered what it was like. Fran was the name of the pink haired lady as she introduced herself to him. Garith then began to wondered what a lady like her was doing in an army she probably has some sort of combat skills. Maybe even magic but Garith was getting sidetracked and then returned his focus onto the woman in front of her.
"The name's Garith Valkyrie, nice to meet you miss Fran," Garith said nervously as he shook the lady's hand.
"So what brings you to a place like this?" He asked curious to get to know more about the girl.
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David Krisby
Mercenary
DEAD
"Where is MY path to redemption?"
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Post by David Krisby on May 27, 2011 18:13:09 GMT -6
"Well, you'd been in Sacae before, right? On your way to Ilia?" David asked Fran. It wasn't exactly easy to go around Sacae traveling to Ilia, but he knew it was possible. It just didn't seem likely that would be something Fran did.
After being interrupted by some teenager, David butted in, he was talking to Fran first after all, "The name's Krisby, kid. And it's rude to interrupt someone's conversation. Did your parents not teach you manners?"
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on May 27, 2011 18:51:06 GMT -6
Garith then turned to the man who had jumped into his conversation scolding him for interrupting his conversation with the pink haired girl. Garith's right eye brow the man's statement got to him, his parents, his mother dead and his father somewhere running around looking for him wanting to speak with his son probably to finish the job and kill Garith. Now Garith had became a bit angry which was unusual for the young lad due to his calm and collected attitude but the man's statement got to him.
"My mother was murdered before my eyes by my father and he tried to kill me. This all happened when I was ten about seven years and some months ago so excuse me for not having proper manners sir I'll get out of your way sorry," Garith snapped as he turned around and began to walk off only to give a small wave to the pink haired girl.
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Post by Valcrist on May 27, 2011 21:32:07 GMT -6
Being a blacksmith, Valcrist had the honor of not having to walk but rather riding the in the carriage that was carrying his forge that was traveling along with all the other supply caravans. An honor which he respectfully declined, simply because it made him feel awkward. Getting special privileges because he wasn't a fighter struck him as odd. If anything the fighters should be carted around, so they wouldn't be tired when they came into conflict and whatnot. Regardless, he could use the exercise anyway, he spent the majority of his time in Edessa peddling. On his hip he had Fang, in his sheath as always. But on his back was something else, something new.
Judging by the handle itself, it was another sword. It was a work of art really, and it was almost depressing thinking it would be tarnished in the heat of battle. But the thing was it was a sword, not some frilly little hair bow that is meant for nothing but looking pretty, it was a deadly weapon that was far more quality then any he held in his hands before. Honestly, he could probably sell it for several thousand gold to a collector easily, putting an end to his hunger and making this trip moot. Still he wouldn't dare, he would never dare to do such a thing. Carrying such a thing made him a bit nervous, but traveling with a fully armed group of... fully armed people. What was it called again? Anyways, he probably didn't need to worry about bandits or anything like that.
He felt freezing in this frigid and icy weather, at least the walking was helping to keep him warm. His outfit didn't really appear suited for the icy reaches of Ilia, but it was deceptively warm. Well, atleast more then the cut up Sacaen garb he once wore. Still he wasn't used to the cold, and no sir he didn't like it. It made him miss the desert, but it felt like everything made him do that. Especially now because of the letter she wrote. Oh well, atleat they were leaving Ilia. For all the bad things he had to say about it, atleast it was very pretty at times. In the city the snow on the ground was all sloshed and muddy from the countless footprints trudging through it, but out here in the wilderness where it was untouched... was almost breathtaking. He'd have to come back and draw a picture one day.
Noticing Garith, Valcrist almost hurried forward to say hello. Nice to see a familiar face, or, well, in this case it was more a familiar back of the head. Before he could do that, the mercenary engaged his self with a couple that he never saw before, so the timid blacksmith decided to edge away. Not wanting to bother what must be a riveting conversation. He saw Richter and that dark skinned fellow far at the front heading off the group. There wasn't any Clair though... hrm... pity. He kinda wanted to talk to her some more... So instead he marched quietly and allowed his self to be mixed in the group. He didn't blend in at all, being unarmored and dark skinned and blond and skinny and not all that tall and... that's too many ands. Stilly, point being that even if he kinda stood out like a pulsing, throbbing, engorged thumb pumping wave and wave of pain, it still wasn't that obvious hidden in a sea of other fingers.
"That analogy was kind of crummy."
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Farlus
Mage
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You had better hope I can make use of you.
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Post by Farlus on May 28, 2011 18:12:10 GMT -6
Farlus was almost happy at being told to excel at something. He'd severely missed having a superior. Richter had reminded him a bit of Kennith before, but now that he's seen how he was when on the move the parallels were haunting. Farlus finally resumed his cool composure complete with a nonchalant smirk. He was wobbling in the saddle of his mount and it took every ounce of his strength (which was severely diminished since his last attempt to ride a horse in his adolescence) to keep upright and not shake from his nerves.
"I intend to, Commander." the mage spoke in his usual snarky tone that made it difficult to tell if he was being sincere or insulting. That loss of face earlier was worrying, however. Farlus had to re-access his act when he next found a chance.
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Post by Richter Abend on May 28, 2011 21:01:37 GMT -6
"Good," replied Richter, nodding, then turning back again to the route before them. Nothing but snow. Of course there were a few rocks and boulders scattered across the tundra that had come down from the mountains, but other than that, nothing but snow. Riveting. Maybe it was just the fact that he was born in these lands, but these treks through the mountains were far from the most exciting parts of this campaign. The grandiose mountains, lauded by poets and artisans all over Elibe, merely presented themselves to Richter as obstacles to be surmounted, and the long untouched plains of snow just seemed dead and lifeless.
As he mused, a frigid wind blew down from the northern ocean, cutting its way through the marching army, and the commander couldn't help but shiver. Sure, as a native Ilian Richter was definitely more resistant to the cold than some others would be, but at this latitude he couldn't imagine anyone not being at least a bit cold. The gales could be vicious, and it seemed like even the smallest breezes were laced with snow and ice that nipped at one's skin. It seemed like his hair was perpetually filled with little bits of ice.
Sighing, Richter glanced backwards at the company, the sameness and familiarity of the landscape not holding his interest. The group had really grown since the beginning of this little adventure. From the small one hundred man company he had gained at Salvation Point, with his forces more than doubling during his assignment to Ariston, as well as the various travelers and soldiers that had joined him between the raid on the Etrurian stronghold in Sacae up until now, his forces numbered something around three hundred.
It was a strong, tight-nit band, and while important people had come and gone throughout its existence, Richter only hoped they would grow stronger. There was a camaraderie that between the men, a camaraderie that these men had clearly never experienced under their Etrurian commanders, and while a good thing for sure, the thought made Richter worry. What would his men do once the Prophet fell? Surely they would return to Etruria, attempting to go back to their own lives, but what then? No longer under their commander, would his men be branded as heroes, or traitors? Many Etrurians felt comfortable under their false Prophet, and people tended not to like it when their comfort was stripped away from them. Richter wouldn't be surprised if they turned on their liberators.
The commander chewed on his lower lip as he puzzled about the future, staring off into the distance. It was something he'd have to think about eventually, if not now. The second he had rebelled against Etruria, he had determined the fates of not just himself, but everyone who had come with him, and as long as he continued to lead he be continually effecting the lives of everyone who came to follow under him, as well as everyone his men came in contact with. It was the responsibility that came with command; a responsibility that the Prophet and his Herald had forsaken, and a blessing that he would restore to Bern. The weight of it all sat heavily on his shoulders, but Richter refused to crumple under it.
But that was all in the future. For now they would march.
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Fran
The "Before" years
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"I am so excited."
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Post by Fran on May 30, 2011 0:27:27 GMT -6
"Well, I am here because my friend is with this army. I decided to join for awhile because I didn't really know what to do," she giggled as she said that, her reason might sound a bit silly. "And people here are nice too which makes me enjoy being here," she replied calmly as she shook hands with Garith. His hand was cold, maybe because the low temperature in this snowy land, Fran's hand was cold too, but for different reason. Ilia's snow wasn't a problem for the ice dragon.
Fran gasped when David butted in and scolded Garith. Sure he had a good reason to be angry, but she didn't expect Garith would be angry too "Geez...David, you were too harsh to him," she whispered to David. She then ran and caught Garith's arm to stop him from leaving. "Listen. I apologize for my friend. He didn't mean bad, really."
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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 May 30, 2011 6:55:11 GMT -6
"Psh, oh my, your mother was killed in front of you, huh? My father was killed by his brother, who then married my mother. I left home because I was so ashamed of them. Now I'm not the nicest guy around, but I know better than to bother strangers with inane conversation."
David suddenly wondered if alcohol was what had been keeping him from getting into a fight with everybody. Maybe it would be better if he was drunk.
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on May 30, 2011 12:53:04 GMT -6
Garith looked back as Fran grabbed a hold of his arm and apologized for her friend. He then let out a small sigh and then turned around and faced her.
"It's alright I overreacted. I am usually not like that but I've just got a lot of my mind right now," Garith said responding to Fran. He then scratched the back of his head with his right hand which was cold inside his guantlet. Thoughts of the letter he had read while in Edessa ran through his head
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Fran
The "Before" years
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"I am so excited."
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Post by Fran on May 31, 2011 22:28:29 GMT -6
"D-a-v-i-d...Please stop it. For me, okay?," she gave David a weak glare as she said. She had never seen this side of him, she didn't know he liked to pick fight with people. But...He had a point here, they were still talking when Garith came and asked questions.
Fran walked toward David and grabbed his hand, she then tried to drag him to where Garih was standing. She smiled at both men who probably was confused by her sudden act. "Why don't you two shake hand and apologize to each other? You should not fight with fellow mercenary in this army. You would probably fight side by side later," she said.
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on Jun 2, 2011 19:05:38 GMT -6
Garith let out a small sigh as Fran suggested the two apologize to each other. Garith didn't like this man nor did he care that the two would be fighting next to each other but if it were to please Fran Garith would.
"Fine I'm sorry for being rude and then snapping at you sir," Garith said as he extended his hand out to the man hoping he would quickly shake it to get this over with so he could go back to his solitude.
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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 Jun 3, 2011 14:25:25 GMT -6
David cleared his throat. Fran was right, better to not make enemies of allies. Richter probably wouldn't enjoy seeing this either. Just another reason David should've stayed in Ilia.
He shook the kid's hand without saying anything. Better to stay on Fran's good side. He shuddered to think of what she might do to him.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jun 4, 2011 13:39:35 GMT -6
Maybe it was the anticipation, or maybe it was the lack of any but marching and talking in the last few weeks, but Richter couldn't shake this feeling of agitated boredom. He wanted action. Was that so wrong? He wasn't exactly looking to crush anyone's skulls in, but after all that had happened during his rise and rebellion through the Etrurian ranks, walking around and talking business and politics got grating after awhile. He wasn't the angry, hate-filled vagabond he had been before, but becoming commander, while sobering enough, hadn't rid him of his hankering to constantly be doing something. It wasn't something he could just kick overnight, and to be honest, it wasn't something he was sure he wanted to.
And in a twisted turn of events, it seemed like someone up in the sky had been reading his mind, for at that moment he heard a shout. No, more of a warcry. The familiar noise instantly set Richter on edge, and in response the commander brought his horse to a halt, turning his head towards the source of the noise. A slow ripple made its way through the small army as one after another each soldier suddenly came to a halt. Small mutterings of confusion escaped from the mouths of the soldiers in the far back, but other than that, the men remained silent, watching their commander intently.
Suddenly, arrows came sailing over the tops of the foothills, raining down on the surprised mercenary unit with little hesitation, and as they did, scores of armed men and the occasional woman poured over the edge of the nearest hill, whooping and shouting as they did. There had to be, at the least, five hundred of them. None of them wore uniforms, but the commander knew immediately that this was no mere bandit attack. This was too organized, and their opponents were far too great in number. Quickly drawing his blade, Richter turned to his men as the enemies' arrows hit their targets, downing a few of his own.
"Form up!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, a rarely heard sense of urgency in his voice. Damn it all! Marle had even warned him about this. The uneventful march up here had made him complacent. "Heavy armor in the front, spears behind, and I want every available archer returning fire immediately!" Roaring and shouting was all that could be heard as Richter's lieutenants relayed his orders to the men, and while panicked and frantically swarming about, his men managed to organize into a decent formation before the bandits managed to reach them.
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Marcus
Manakete
Dragon Reborn
Hell and back is a long way to go, but my journey's only begun.
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Profession: Wanderer
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Dragon Element: Lightning
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OoC Alias: Marc
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Post by Marcus on Jun 5, 2011 19:48:49 GMT -6
Marcus had been silently plodding along behind Richter, when a war cry rang out from over the hills. What seemed like hundreds of men and women came pouring over the hills towards the mercenary army. Marcus' heart leaped with joy. It had been a while since the group had seen combat, and, although he had gotten into a fight in Edessa, he had not had a good bout of combat in a while.
The dragon moved quickly to Richter's side. "Shall I unleash hell upon them, sir? Or would you prefer another method," he inquired, eyes almost glowing with excitement.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jun 5, 2011 20:08:32 GMT -6
The commander nodded to the blond haired dragon, hearing his voice over the din of impending battle.
"It's not like we owe them any special favors," growled Richter, his pink hair whipping around his face and his sword above his head as he spun his horse towards the enemy. His mouth made a scowl that seemed etched into his face as if carved out of wood. "If you can identify the leader, bring them to me. Otherwise?" The Ilian turned his gaze to meet Marcus's. "Kill them all."
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