Genkumaru
Myrmidon
Posts: 12
Profession: Wandering Khan
Affinity: Thunder
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Post by Genkumaru on Feb 3, 2013 20:05:39 GMT -6
As the drunken man fell on him he lifted his insrument up and out of the way, looking down at the man, he said softly, "Hello there. Can I help you? You seem highly inebrihated.", knowing this man was undoubtedly a soldier in the rebellion he choose not to berate him or harm him as he still was but a guest here. Gen would set his instrument upon the nearby table as the man used him as a stepping stone, getting up gentlt as he formed a minor bow and said, "I am Chieftain of the Kaelas, Genkumaru of Sacae. I am but a guest of Chietain Selibas but please drink and eat if you like. I am sure my men wouldnt mind.", he would rise gently as he waited for the man to respond.
Gen wasn't good around people and was only being sincere because by his peoples law, as a guest of a chieftain any crime he comitted was against Selibas not the man that fell upon him. Having more then himself to think of he would not let this get under his skin. And who knows this very man couod end up being a strong future ally.
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Cyril Schweitzer
Fighter
What's this then, eh!?
Posts: 53
Profession: Rebel Militiaman
Guild: Wolfpack Militia
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Synkkis
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Post by Cyril Schweitzer on Feb 4, 2013 0:18:55 GMT -6
Not very typical of Cyril, the liquor was swirling in his head and he became receptive of the man's outward kindness. After managing to stand up straight, Cyril made a few stumbled steps to the side and back to his original position. "Ye, imma tall fella folk say." He laughed, for some reason finding it hilarious, especially not knowing what the hell 'inebriated' meant. Probably something about his bloodline he figured.
With the campfire nearby, Cyril was able to get a little bit better of a look at Genkumaru, although he wasn't able to concentrate on much of anything except for his face. "Chief!?", Cyril shockingly asked. The giant of a man did his best to stand at attention and salute the Sacaen, still with a drunken smile on his face, laughter bursting through his speech. "Recruit Schveisser, present an' orders... orders to be had! Sir!"
He lowered his salute and crossed his arms, looking at Genkumaru, sizing him up. "Ye know ye 'n' the wolf pup be good folk. Fightin' fa freedom in 'nother man's land." Cyril didn't know too much about Sacaens other than you could get a lot of good trade if you provided booze and they always had a serious look on their face. Seemed to be one of the few foreigners you could count on. The Bernese man was genuinely excited for the training and what was to come.
"Glad ye 'n' yer lads joined the party!" Cyril yelled, holding out his hand, a bit of a drunken stupor on his face still attempting to portray a prideful expression.
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Saturos Prox
Swordmaster
The Wildcard
I'm almost incapable of lying. I'd be a terrible spy.
Posts: 351
Etruria Fame: 1
Profession: Undercover Operative
Affinity: Anima
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Post by Saturos Prox on Feb 4, 2013 0:44:41 GMT -6
Saturos nodded agreeably as Selibas directed him to meet up with a man named Porter, but made no moves to do so. He merely stared at the young man, who turned his attention towards Aidan, leading the gruff soldier away to speak privately at the latter's request. Splitting up with his boss so soon after arriving bothered the old swordsman, so he waited for the two to disappear around a corner before deciding to stalk the two of them to where the green haired commander was currently leading.
This led the Etrurian to a rather large looking tent. At first glance he figured it to be Selibas's, but after noticing the sizable horse already tied up outside the tent, Saturos figured the tent belonged to someone a little higher up on the food chain. So once the two men slipped inside the tent, the swordsman strode silently and carefully up to the door flap, then stepped around the corner before finding himself an inconspicuous spot up against one of the tarp walls. He couldn't hear much through the thick fabric, but if anything went wrong, he figured himself close enough to respond in time.
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Feb 11, 2013 23:28:09 GMT -6
After his brief conversation with Selibas, Kelvin had made his rounds around the town, making sure all was well with his men. Upon reaching Porter, he was informed that the training of new men was progressing quickly and there currently had been little trouble with the captured Ilian men. Satisfied with the condition of his men, he returned to his tent. As he approached, however, he noticed Selibas entering it with an armored man he did not recognize as one of their men. Puzzled, he made his way quickly to the tent. Pushing aside the flap, he stepped inside and removed his helmet. "Selibas," he said, "Would mind introducing me to our newcomer?"
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Aidan Lowell
Griffon Knight
Symbol of Rebellion
Ten years is far too long to be a stranger in your own home.
Posts: 265
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -4
Profession: High Consul in the Bernese Senate
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Aidan Lowell on Feb 16, 2013 10:07:25 GMT -6
As Saturos went off and he entered the tent along with the green haired youth, he quickly thought over his message before he went ahead and said it. This was a sensitive matter, that required finesse and gentle maneuvering, he needed to avoid stepping on toes, or stomping on them in this case. He needed people who supported him, which is one of the reasons he chose to contact this Sacaen youth as opposed as to finding the highest ranking memeber of the area and flagging them down. It was an intensely political situation, and despite all that he had done he wasn't in a position to just sweep in on his brothers in arms. From what the other soldier had told him, this Selibas member had just joined that day as well, and lacked a formal rank as could be inferred from how he introduced himself. This made him the perfect person to choose, if he was willing to accept. With little prior relation to the rebellion itself, he would be more likely to accept Aidan.
Privacy, however, wasn't a commodity to just be found laying about strewn to and fro. He didn't want to draw undue attention until it was time for him to do so, but he received no orders to do such a thing. Coming in, flashing the Fire Emblem was a grand way to get people's attention but attention isn't what he was looking for right now. It would destroy the impact if he were to come forward with it in another situation, and making an event of it, while perhaps uncomfortable to the gruff knight, would result in the best boost to morale. To have a former noble come to the head, and holding the true symbol of rebellion, it would be an event for the ages and stay fresh in the mind of every man woman and child to hear of it. Instilling confidence, perhaps causing them to question if that Ilia's rule is for the best, this is what they need. For it to be destroyed by making light the incredible gift and chance he had been given is not a thing Aidan would do.
"Selibas." He started simple, saying the man's name. Quickly, he realized that he'd have even less time then he had assumed. Perhaps it was simply a gut instinct, but he had learned to trust such instincts. "I have important info I can't discuss here, meet me later by the riverbed at sunset. We can talk privately then."
As if on cue, another person entered the tent, covered in armor from head to toe. Removing his helmet as he came near, Aidan was wondering who he could be. The way he spoke implied he was of a higher position then Selibas, or at the least the two were familiar. Aidan bowed as the man entered, assuming the former. "Excuse me sire, I was just leaving. I am of no importance, just a man who had come to pledge himself to the rebellion." And before either could reply, he left. He knew not if Selibas would show up, or if he would tell this man of it and everything he had said, but either way it was out of his hands. If this went in a way he didn't expect, then he would simply have to go with it, like he always had.
As he left, he noticed a certain swordsman lurking about outside. He wanted to laugh, but it wasn't the time for that. Somehow he knew he wouldn't just let Aidan walk off alone, and he was alright with that. "Come on Saturos, let's go elsewhere. There's still a lot of camp to cover." He called to the shirtless man as he began to walk off, wanting to leave before the other man could catch up to him.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Feb 27, 2013 10:15:01 GMT -6
Ooc: Sorry everybody, but I'm gonna keep this going.
Selibas replied to Kelvin, "I really don't know."
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Selibas sat by the river. It was almost sunrise, and he'd handled most of what he needed to do for the day. He was taking his whetstone to Caladbolg. He felt he'd stepped up his sword play recently. In fact, five weapons and he still felt like his arsenal was missing something. A bow might be nice, or a lance. For now however, he was content to sit by the river and sharpen his blade, waiting for this important info.
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Aidan Lowell
Griffon Knight
Symbol of Rebellion
Ten years is far too long to be a stranger in your own home.
Posts: 265
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -4
Profession: High Consul in the Bernese Senate
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Aidan Lowell on Feb 28, 2013 16:26:01 GMT -6
Sunrise, sunset, what was the difference? He's been lost to time for so long that sometimes it felt like he couldn't even remember which was which. Time was a little skewed in his mind, he could never tell which day it was either, he probably couldn't even tell the year. He's always had a hard time with thinking chronologically, but it's been growing increasingly difficult lately, probably the stress getting to him. He'll be sporting a grey beard before this was all over no doubt. Still the river was peaceful as always, it was easy to forget there was a war brewing underneath it all while he stared into the face of nature. Or at least it would be easy to forget if it hadn't already devoured all semblance of thought that coursed through his mind, it was hard to think of anything else, and it was hard to remember a time before it loomed ever so on the horizon. While the sun rose in the distance, signalling yet another day, he found his self wandering in his own mind. His feet unarmored so the tired flesh could relax as the water rushed past and swept away the soreness with it. The gentle yet strong current tickling at his toes.
By the time the man had arrived at the riverbed, Aidan had long been there from the night before. He wasn't even tired, it was a strange thing but not together unfortunate. Had he really sat there the entire night? It felt impossible to even think, but it was the truth of it. Perhaps he had fallen asleep as he awaited, which would explain why he was without the exhaustion that staying awake an entire night should bring. Whatever had happened, his mind had wandered for miles, but now was the time to bring it back.
Standing, and wiping his wet and pruned feet upon the grass. Slipping the sabatons back on with a practiced hand, long since growing accustomed to the skin of steel he wore and how to swiftly don it. The man sharpened a blade from a few yards away, and had appeared to not have seen the soldier soaking his soles in the current. That was for the better, he should not know that Aidan had waited for him. It would make him appear weak.
"I apologize for this. It was the only way I knew that we could speak without being interrupted or overheard. I have no disrespect for your commanding officer, but this isn't information I wish to give one who has an invested stake in this camp. From what I hear, you are a newcomer here just as I. That is why I'm trusting you." He spoke casually as he strode up to the man. Looking down at young face and form. That blade he held, it was a nice sword. Worn from the use of battle, as it should be. He wasn't one to command men and sit back as they scrambled, but rather fight in the war his self. You can tell much about a man from the weapons he holds. "That's a nice blade." He felt the need to say, but realized that it was out of place from what he said a moment before. "Ah, apologies. It's been longer then I fell comfortable admitting since I last saw battle. The simplest things can steal away my mind these days it seems."
"There's many things I can saw, but I'm a man of action. I'd rather show you." His somewhat proper words clashed with the message hidden within them. He was always odd like that, he had the words of a noble but the face and attitude of a soldier. He unfastened his breastplate, not quite letting it fall. However he let it loosen slightly so that he could reach inside to pull out an... amulet. Or at least, it was an amulet of sorts. It was in fact a legendary item of untold and countless stories, an emblem. Shedding its soft light as it remained clasped in his hand. "Do you know what this is, Selibas?"
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Mar 1, 2013 17:20:48 GMT -6
The rhythm and tune of Selibas' morning task was interruptedby the entrance of a certain Knight. Selibas smiled at him as he approached.The boy found it odd that none of his senses had picked up on the man's presence until he spoke. Usually he'd have heard, or more strangely, smelt him coming.The man referred to him as a newcomer, Selibas said, "I'm not exactly a veteran for the rebellion if that's what you mean, but I think I'm a man you can trust." He carefully tucked the sword into it's scabbard and tied his whetstone onto his belt. His knees began to straighten, as if to stand up. Yet, this man was a soldier, not a ranking officer. What message would it send if he, some type of commander let alone a chief, was brought to attention by a regular soldier? It could be taken as a sign of weakness, but Selibas preferred to think of it as respect. He stood for the man.
The larger man made a comment about his sword, "Aye, it's a good blade. Hasn't broken yet, and let's hope it doesn't." Selibas smiled as he fingered the hilt. His left hip was awfully heavy with the four blades on it. He might need to move Epeeciel to his back, or to the right hip. So the man had not seen battle in some time. That was unfortunate, but nothing to be held against him. It impressed the Sacaen that a rebel was actually fully equipped, and any training at all was enough to be a good soldier in his book. Then with a few fancy words, the man reached behind his breastplate. A man of action, Selibas was finding more and more reasons to respect this man. Then out it came, an amulet. There was a faint glow, but Selibas didn't just see it. It was the smallest light, burning in the back of his mind. It was like a tiny fire sprouting embers in his fingertips, and reaching a full blaze in his heart. Selibas' hand reached out for it before his mind could tell him to keep it away. Yet he caught himself, and drew his hand back to his side. Aidan seemed to think Selibas should know this item, and Selibas felt he'd seen and felt it before. Yet truly, he was at an utter loss. "Forgive me, but my early childhood neglected learning about my Bern side heritage. I know I should know, but to me this is nothing but a glowing amulet. A very nice glowing amulet, but I have no knowledge."
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Aidan Lowell
Griffon Knight
Symbol of Rebellion
Ten years is far too long to be a stranger in your own home.
Posts: 265
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -4
Profession: High Consul in the Bernese Senate
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Aidan Lowell on Mar 2, 2013 20:00:58 GMT -6
Why was this so funny? It was such an innocent comment, an innocuous statement, but Aidan almost burst out in laughter right there. Maybe it was the sheer irony of the statement, the thought that he was so worried over such a thing where there was no real need for it. Maybe it was just because Aidan was a little loopy from the lack of sleep, it didn't really matter in the end. He managed to stifle it with his endlessly serious nature, but he cracked quite the grin. "I suppose that's only fair. It's not an item seen by the eye very often, and most who have heard of it only know of it from stories. I don't know how much you know, but this is a very important item. It is proof of Bern's independence. A symbol of rebellion. Long ago, Hartmut himself held this in his hand as he sealed the dragons away. It has changed hands between every King of Bern, and the one who owns it has the right to claim sovereignty over the throne." His hand clenched ever so tightly around the emblem, the fire within shedding it's warm light for all to see. They were lucky to be alone, such an item would draw the gaze of any who dared to see.
"It is known as the Fire Emblem. My name is Aidan Lowell, of the Lowell family. Dukes of the Old Bern. With this, I can claim the throne. With this, Bern can become a country once more." He put it back under his breastplate, safely snug against his heart. He refused to remove it, under any circumstances. "I don't know how much you know about the Rebellion, but I assure you, I know even less. I don't know who I can trust, and who I cannot. No one knows the truth of who I am or what I have, besides me and Saturos. And now you. I can't predict how people will react. If they will accept me, or try to have my head. That's why I'm asking you, Selibas, to stand with me. And, if you cannot... Promise you'll not tell others of me. The truth will come out, as it always does, but I want to be the one to tell it."
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Mar 2, 2013 21:02:04 GMT -6
Selibas stared at the item grasped in the large man's hands. That mural, in the museum, that was where he'd seen this. Or maybe he was only imagining it, to calm himself at how this item made his mind race and his body rumble. Maybe it was that he shared some blood of old Bern with the man as well, but this item held his gaze and his heart in it at the same time. After the man finished he tore his eyes off the object and let them meet the man who had to look down at him. He cleared his throat, "I have only just met you Aidan Lowell, of the Lowell family. Dukes of the Old Bern. It may sound foolish for new acquaintances to speak to each other thusly, but you have my trust, and my sword. If this item you hold is what you say it is, and I have not a doubt in my mind that it is, I will do all in my power to serve you, and keep it in your hands and on your neck. Ironic as it may seem, I had thought this rebellion would need a symbol, it's good to have one. You and Saturos have no need to fear me, or my words coming to haunt you. I am your man, and I hope you are mine. Odd thing to say to a Prince." Selibas lost his serious tone for a second as he laughed.
He quickly gained it back. "I know your name, I might as well telly you mine. You see some could call me a bastard. My mother was the daughter of the chieftain, and a few duels led me to take my place as chief of a hundred men. My father holds the important part. I don't know him, but I know his name. I am Selibas Cinderfelt, son of Yerna Cinderfelt, descendant of Lords in Bern from the time short after Hartmut. If a day comes when you fall, a long lost son of Bern will see it freed." Selibas had never truly called himself his father's name before. It felt, odd. When he killed the man, his apparent brother would become Lord Cinderfelt himself. Yet Selibas didn't know if he wanted that mantle, only his father's head. Aidan could help him reach it, and Selibas oddly felt a desire to help him for a reason he couldn't call selfish. Maybe his Bern blood was turning him to a Patriot after all. "But, while your blood beats, so does the heart of Bern. This sword is one to add it's ringing to your heartbeat." Selibas was shocked at his own flourish with those simple words.
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Aidan Lowell
Griffon Knight
Symbol of Rebellion
Ten years is far too long to be a stranger in your own home.
Posts: 265
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -4
Profession: High Consul in the Bernese Senate
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Aidan Lowell on Mar 6, 2013 14:04:01 GMT -6
That was much easier then it should have been, he was right in his choice. It may be a racist thing to think, even if it's positive, but he knew that Sacaens were an honorable sort who appreciated honesty highly. Aidan was glad, even he didn't show it all that well. "I thank you Selibas. I knew my trust would not be misplaced." He bowed his head to the other man. He was speaking a bit strangely, more... proper then he had assumed. It was a fleeting thought, but perhaps Selibas was putting on a show for him? Aidan wasn't too good with words, it was kind of cruel to put him in such a situation where those poor words could decide the fate of many. He spoke with a strange kind of mixture of a nobleman, but ignoring the dancing around they do in their words and thoughts and preferred to dive straight into matters. What resulted was... a somewhat strange thing to hear, especially from his deep and gruff voice, but for the oddest reason people seemed to like it. "I'm no prince, just a knight thrust into a role he's not used to. You don't have to worry about what you say to me, and I'd much prefer you stay candid. I'm not looking for a man who will curtsy every time I get up and calling me 'milord'. I'm looking for a man who I can trust."
Selibas continued, explaining his heritage to the knight. He couldn't say he expected it. Aidan was a nobleman, but his knowledge of the upper circles of bern was woefully limited. He was too busy training in his youth, and too busy caring for the wyverns in his free time. The name was unfamiliar to his ears, but he couldn't say that he didn't know him. Perhaps he saw him in one of the many pointless parties his father once had, for everything and anything to his sister's betrothal to when his dog had puppies. Countless faces that looked alike and seemed so squeamish around him, nameless in his memory. The average person couldn't help but thing he was someone important, but most the nobles had little taste for him. His father tried setting him up with countless noblewomen in his youth, but he couldn't think of anything he cared for less. Ugh. If he did become king, that meant the endless courtship dance would start anew, only renewed with a thousand time's vigor.
"I'm not the kind of man to be squeamish of who I fight with. Bern beats within your heart, and that makes you a noble man in my book." He shook his head lightly, thinking of his answer and words. "I have no plans to fall any time soon, not while Bern is still in the grip of Ilia. Even if I fall, it would mean little. The rebellion has lasted so long without me, it will exist even after me. But I am glad to hear that you will continue to fight with all the breath you have left." He patted one heavy iron clad gauntlet on the man's back with a smile. He looked at the horizon, the sun had long since risen and covered the land with it's golden light. "It's morn, you should return to the camp. They'll be looking for you, correct? If I am to do anything grand, I will be sure to tell you first if I can. So don't worry, I'm not going to crash into the middle of camp on an emu proclaiming I'm their new lord." He cracked a small smile. "For now, I'm awaiting someone. Once we've talked, I'll have a better idea of what to do. But until then, pretend you don't even know me." There was some movement in the distance, and Aidan couldn't ignore it. This was the time the soldier began to stir, which meant their conversation was at an end. "Stay safe Ser Selibas." He said before he began to walk away, lest the two be seen together. Which would be fine for Selibas, as he was simply a new recruit, but could call undue suspicion upon his self that he wanted to avoid for the time being. Now he needed to find Saturos...
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Post by Tantallos Forsaken on Mar 7, 2013 1:17:04 GMT -6
Tantallos proceeded with his travel along the knew towns by his family, most of them had some useful books, those would indeed change the situation on the possible future fight against the "traitor" who decided to break all the rules of the Forsakens just to look for more power and create his own path with other soldiers, sooner or later, they would face each other, but he preferred it to be on the "later" part as he was just a shaman and his opponent was probably a experienced druid. On his arrival to the city, he seemed a tad surprised, he did not receive the usual "friendly greetings" his family received from the guards of the places who disapproved their culture, even if they knew a little about it, it was enough to treat them differently, no matter if they were noble or not, they were forced to deal with guards sometimes.
For his surprise, there we no guards or not anyone who would contact him and do all that basic procedure for his visit as t hey always suspected of the Forsaken's sudden visits, there were already rumors about them making a conspiracy, and obviously most of those who heard about them believed on those rumors right away. The shaman looked around and tried to find out what could be happening, there were more people than usual, but he needed to find out what exactly was making them so disoriented. When he left the castle of his family, he did not hear anything about Bern having problems, so it was probably something really new.
Tantallos seemed really confused in the middle of the city, all that fast walking from side to side was bringing more and more questions over his head, for now he decided to find a place to get his ideas right before looking for the library of the town. After wandering a bit, he found a area with a few people, good enough for him to calm down and even read a bit. He took his some large tomes and books out of his mantle and placed them over a small table made of rocks and without wasting time, he began to study some magics his family "modified" to make them more.. "effective", most of them included poisoning the target with the darkness, from the usual Flux to some variation that seemed to be especially made to torture or to give a painful death, that was really something from his family.. giving a sadistic smile he moved a page and looked around, wanting or not, he would need someone to tell him what was going on, if it was something important, his family would expect him to take part on it.
Since some guards and nobles from Etruria managed to find a bit about their culture they had been placed in a bad position, they were able to keep up their business but it was always difficult to them to go on diplomacy missions or even visit other places as they were always expecting the worse from them, and the fact that they enforce a specific kind of culture on that area just offended them more, it reached a point that they would really attack them if they had other groups to assist on the attack and finally change that regime to something more fair to the different groups or any others who had been affected under their rules. The few members who kept daring to wander on their own were druids and the most experienced ones as they would know how to take care of themselves, Tantallos was the exception, but his obligations were the same from the others, if they had a opportunity to take part on something important to give them a better image and receive some respect again, they would have to do it, no matter how difficult it would be.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Mar 8, 2013 23:03:58 GMT -6
Selibas nodded to the Knight as he left. “Same to you, Lord Aidan.” Why not call him what he was to be, call him what he was going to make him. Selibas stared at the river for a few more minutes after the man’s clanking had faded away. -------------- As Selibas walked through the camp he noticed the lack of structure, which would need to be fixed. There was no ranking of soldiers, no officers to lead the men. Yet, how would Selibas measure anyone’s ability to lead? Not many men would find a situation where they led without being in a leadership position. He’d need to watch closely in the next battle. For now, he simply walked past all of the men in their group of friends or brothers, and told them to meet outside the command tent. When he saw a ghost town of tents surrounding a sea of Bernese faces, he walked through the mass as it parted before him. As he saw so many faces he fingered Curtana’s hilt. Why not give a speech fitting a leader of men a shot? He raised his voice. ”I have only fought a battle with you men. You don’t know me, or I you. You most likely don’t trust this Sacaen boy, standing in front of you. Well, each of you has my complete trust. For the heart in my chest beats with the blood of Bern. The blood shed by the men you buried, that pumps through my veins. The blood of your kings beats in my heart. The blood of your enemies, rests on your sword. You are here to free your land. I am here to free our land. We must fight as one, but we must fight as many. Who is it that rules the sky? The mighty Wyvern. Look at the sky above your heads. Go on, look. Do you know who thinks it’s not ruled so? The men we fight. Let’s fill the sky once more with pride, and fill our tombs with men who’d try to leave it empty!” Selibas raised his fist, and there was silence. Then they errupted into a massive cheer. “To Halith!” OoC: End thread. The next thread will timeskip to already marching.
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