Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Sept 19, 2011 19:53:37 GMT -6
Derick did a mental double take when Garith quietly responded to his greeting. How the heck are he and Cryger even related?! "I...uh, I was told you had room in your tent.." The response had knocked him off track...he struggled to finish his sentence, "..so..so we can...wait out the blizzard."
Another awkward moment passed, Derick realized he was still awkwardly holding his hand out, but decided against pulling it back. He wanted to get to know somebody, even if he had to make a fool out of himself to do it.
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on Sept 20, 2011 15:44:33 GMT -6
Who had told him that? Garith thought as he then looked to his father who was arm wrestling one of the troops. He could hear him yell I won! It was probably him, what did he think? That Garith needed someone to talk to a friend? At a time like this he'd rather be alone but he wasn't going to be rude.
"Sure I have enough room for the both of us just this way it's kind of a rather big tent someone brought it for me," Garith said as he gestured for Derrick to follow him. Once the blue haired mercenary reached his tent he walked in and placed his weapons down.
"Make yourself at home Derrick," He said as he sat down and examined Fenrir. This might be a good opportunity to make a friend he didn't have many.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Sept 20, 2011 18:06:21 GMT -6
Derick breathed a sigh of relief as he entered the tent. The tent walls' thick fabric blocked out almost all the wind, and the difference was very palpable, Derick almost felt warm.
"Make yourself at home, Derick."
Fair enough, the armor of Derick's "Missing in action" commander certainly wasn't doing him any favors. Being slightly oversized, some of the armor joints didn't match up with his own body. Derick took a seat in the tent directly across from Garith and busied himself with prying off the frost-encrusted plates and loosening the stiffened leather straps.
After a minute or two of working, Derick had succeeded in removing his gauntlets, but his shoulder plates still weren't budging. Temporarily discouraged, Derick looked up at Garith and was quickly distracted by the blade he was holding.
"What's that?
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on Sept 20, 2011 18:39:30 GMT -6
"Hm this?" Garith questioned as Derick had asked him about Fenrir. "It's a broad sword a blacksmith sold me while I was in Edessa. He gave me the armor I'm wearing along with this other blade," He added showing Derick Uprising. He then smiled, this was the first time in a bit that he was having a conversation with someone around his age and he wasn't going to get into a battle.
"I used to have another set of armor but it got heavily damaged so I bought this new one. The broad sword here, Fenrir, is an experimentally blade the blacksmith told me he would make the finished one and send it to me," As Garith said that he noticed he was talking to much and was quiet for a second.
"So Derick you're from Bern right? Tell me about it," Garith said as he took off his gauntlets and put down Fenrir.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Sept 21, 2011 18:44:34 GMT -6
OOC: We can move this to a support thread when Viktor posts
BIC: Derick couldn't help but flinch a little bit, he wasn't really sure how or when he'd break the news about being an exile for killing his commanding officer, but now probably wasn't a good time. "Well...I grew up in Northern Bern, which was almost as cold as Ilia during the winter, but nothing like this..." He paused as he tugged at the strap of his left shoulder plate, to his surprise the strap snapped in his hand and the left shoulder plate came tumbling off. He stared at for a moment, then shrugged and looked back at Garith.
"When I was about 15, my family decided to send me south to receive military training, I was immediately placed in the lance division and started my training." Derick worked on his right shoulder strap as he talked, but it was still frozen stiff, he began unbelting his torso armor instead. "The drill instructors loved me, I was actually placed on the list to join the wyvern knights, but I refused. Since Bern's occupation, Ilia has been heavily encouraging Bern to lighten up on it's wyvern knight program...Besides, the idea of fighting on a mount has never appealed to me." Derick paused again, he would have to explain WHY he wasn't with Bern's military, at this point he was toying with the idea of telling Garith about his "combat reflex", but who wants to fight beside someone who could start killing friendlies without even thinking about it? He needed time to think, so he might as well ask Garith a few questions to buy time.
"What about you? What got you started in the mercenary business?"
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on Sept 25, 2011 15:04:10 GMT -6
As Garith listened to Derick's story he had taken off all of his armor now just wearing his sleeveless shirt, his boots and pants. So he was going to become a wyvern knight but declined eh? Garith wouldn't have mind the opportunity to becoming something like that but he really didn't have choice.
"What got me started?" Garith questioned as Derick had seemed to change the subject back to him. He wasn't going to tell Derick what happened between him, his mother and his father. So he was going to lie about everything.
"When I got around thirteen a man named Orrith who lived in my village took a interest in me and decided to take me under his wing. We trained for a couple of years and the I received more training in Arphen," Garith said looking to his blades. "After my training in Arphen I set out on my own as a mercenary," He said finishing his story.
"Hey how come you're not in the Bern military now?" The blue haired mercenary asked curiously.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Sept 25, 2011 15:18:28 GMT -6
Derick tried to conceal his anxiety as Garith voiced his question..Nevertheless, he felt his breathing catch, and his eyes widened slightly as the answer ran through his mind. He had to fight back the insane impulse to shout I killed a fellow soldier and then I killed my sergeant too! Nevertheless, Garith probably wouldn't believe anything that came out of his mouth at this point, so he'd put the whole issue on hold for now.
"Uh...Simply put, there was a...disagreement about my fighting style..." Derick shifted uncomfortably, almost reflexively, he began pulling at his right shoulder plate again, but it still stuck. Frustrated, Derick looked back to Garith "Argh...can you come over and help me with this? This armor's a pain."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Sept 25, 2011 21:26:14 GMT -6
OoC: controlling Viktor, due to extended absence.
BiC:
Clair continued frowning at the stranger, her grip on her lance tightening as did her expression. He didn't look like he was going to cooperate, and his hand was twitching towards his weapon a bit. She could see it.
The wind was whipping her hair crazily now a few strands crossing her face. The cold was among the worst she'd felt in her whole life.
"Drop your weapons, and surrender. You won't be harmed if you cooperate!"
Unless you're a bandit.... She silently added to herself.
To her surprise, his response was to take a step back, before turning on a dime and running back into the blizzard. She chased him for a few steps before realizing that she wasn't willing to risk chasing him. Or, sending people after him.
She let him go, and returned to the tents where the troop spent the next several hours sheltering from the storm. They ended up spending the night there. Time kept passing, and Clair anxiously waited it out, trying to rest and recover what she could, but unable to make full use of her time, because of her restless feet.
The storm passed, and the time to start digging out came. Most of the soldiers looked ready to get on the march again after the cramped night in their relatively few tents. The pegasus Clair had left tied to the wooden cart outside was uncomfortable with the snow piled around her from the looks of things, but otherwise seemed fine.
All in all, the Falcokingt Commander was just glad things were moving again. She mounted up on the pegasus (she really ought to think of a name for it) and turned back to the troops.
"Alright, we're heading west! Everyone ready?" Judging from the cart's positioning, that was the way to go.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Sept 26, 2011 16:00:02 GMT -6
OoC: Pardon the change of my last name, "Giffuri" was actually a generic filler until I could think of something more interesting.
BiC: Derick emerged from the tent, awkwardly caught between stretching and trying not to lock up his ill-fitting armor. He looked even more foolish considering he no longer had a left shoulder plate, due to breaking the fastener strap during the storm. As he rotated the shoulder to feel his range without the armor, he realized he would be able to handle his spear much more fluidly without the impeding armor.
"Good morning, Commander." Derick walked beside Clair and her pegasi. He banged his spear butt on the ground and pointed it straight up as he brought his right hand up to salute her. Knowing Cranky Clair (still shouldn't say that out loud), she would frown at his freshly "customized" armor, so he might as well try to salvage some reputation.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Sept 30, 2011 20:55:49 GMT -6
OoC: Gonna be a short post, I think.
BiC:
Clair glanced over at Derick as he approached. Her eyes caught the missing shoulder guard. He'd had a full set the night before. Something must have happened.
She wondered about his armor. It wasn't Illian as far as she could tell. Perhaps an independent smith somewhere had made it, but it looked very uniformly made for armor.
"Good morning, Derick. Lose something last night?"
They were moving out, heading west. She should probably head up into the air, and have a look around soon. From the air, she'd be able to see for miles around, even if she still had to contend with the terrain.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Sept 30, 2011 22:16:54 GMT -6
Derick couldn't help but to grin sheepishly...at least she hadn't yelled. "Uh..yeah. The leather strap holding the plate in place snapped when I tried to loosen it yesterday..." The sun wasn't completely up yet, the snow was glowing a golden yellow as the sun matured in the east. "It actually works out well though, I can use my spear much easier now," he demonstrated this with a few jabs and a sweep. "
Derick was eager to get on the move, particularly if it took him to a place that was more interesting to look at, with less trees and snow.
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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 Oct 4, 2011 15:28:05 GMT -6
"I'd probably laugh at you losing some armor, but I'm the idiot who lost his cloak in that last battle." David said. He had been a bit quiet since yesterday, but the cold loosened his tongue a bit.
"Say Feldsky," David said, remembering that they were in the company of others. Not the most appropriate time to call her 'Beauty.' "Think that maybe you should do some scouting? I'll keep the group moving, if that's all right with you."
David wasn't sure why he was much calmer than usual. Maybe it was the booze flushing out of his system.
Man if he ever needed a drink, now would be the time.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Oct 6, 2011 22:13:15 GMT -6
Without the armor, Derick would be able to move easier, but she couldn't help but noticing the gaping target of his shoulder that now stared her in the face. He'd have to be careful, or lose the use of his arm.
"Be careful not to let yourself get hit. If you can make use of your lack of armor there, great, but it won't serve you well if you let it get gouged by someone's blade." At least his movements looked fairly quick and professional. She wouldn't need to spend any undue amount of time looking out for him on the battle field
Trouble. They were almost certainly heading straight into it. She thought of how to handle that, and decided that the best way would be to wait for trouble, and improvise, playing to their strengths. Any detailed planning would be wasted in this wild.
"David, you should get yourself a blanket. It's cold out." She smiled at her own statement of the obvious. He'd called her by name, and not by rank. It rankled her a bit that Commander Richter was always called by rank, and she got her name. Or beauty.... She was the one that had always allowed some of the more familiar soldiers to get friendly though. If it was a problem now, she had no one to blame, but herself. As long as they did what was needed of them, it really wasn't an issue.
"Alright. I'll go up and see about getting us a direction. Keep heading west for now, David. I won't take long."
Clair quickly slung herself up onto the pegasus mare's back, and kicked her into the air. The flight wasn't as steady as Corona's sweeping wingstrokes. This pegasus had to flap more often to keep itself aloft, causing a much less steady ride.
Clair put her thoughts of Corona aside, and looked. She didn't see any sign of anything. Nothing notable presented itself to her as she soared higher and higher. She widened her search pattern, and continued raising through the icy air, until she thought she saw... something. It didn't look like a what she wanted to see, but there was something that wasn't a tree in the distance. The hard angles and cut of the structure(s) gave it away.
Giving the pegasus a nudge with her leg, she angled towards it, to get a better look.
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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 Oct 8, 2011 22:12:24 GMT -6
"Alright men, let's keep moving." he said, making sure that they were indeed following him. A couple of the enlisted grumbled that they were being led by a mercenary, but didn't make a fuss over it.
There wasn't much to say about the land, as was usual for Ilia. White and more white. He was getting pretty dang fed up with Ilia right about now. "Gah, I can't decide whether I want to get out of Ilia as fast as possible or continue to stay..." he vocalized to nobody in particular.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Oct 8, 2011 22:30:49 GMT -6
"It's not that bad, I've been through this stuff in northern Bern before!" Derick made a mental note to avoid being the annoying optimistic kid in the future, "...Although, admittedly, never this much of it..." Derick's eyes narrowed as he scanned the terrain, it all looked the same to him, snow and trees. Blizzards had hit occasionally in his home village, but never with the force of the one that had occured last night. Along with that, the terrain was also unfamiliar. This snow was the deepest he had ever been in.
He turned his attention to the man who spoke, the mercenary who was leading the march, and fell in step behind him. "It hardly feels like we're moving."
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