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 9, 2013 22:46:18 GMT -6
Selibas sat atop lightning at the front of the army. It was a warm day, but it had snowed the day before. The little horse didn't like all the temperature change. It would only go at the marching pace if Selibas dug his heel into his haunches every few minutes. He'd made the men form a two lines ten across, and they cut quite a picture across the Bern landscape. He'd asked one of the men who'd stood with him as they'd fought at Keth if there was a Bernese song with a very quick repetitive rhythm. The man taught him a few of the words, and once the camp was disassembled the men marched in time with a song about marching. Irony wasn't the right word to describe it, but Selibas didn't know what was.
He'd been watching the men, at campfires and when they were at work. Looking to see who they looked to, who made men listen. He had a few basic ideas for who could command men. Behind the ranks, a few men led the horses who pulled the baggage and supplies. They'd been marching for about five hours, and he had no idea how long he should make them go between a break. He'd let them stop twice to rest their feet. He would probably want to break them soon. For now however, there came the chant of, "...Theeeee, march of my feet, to the thumping drum beat. Is calling, oh is calling me home. I can hear my mother cry that her sons now back from roam-ing..." That. Five hours of that and only a few more lines.
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Post by Tantallos Forsaken on Mar 10, 2013 18:53:49 GMT -6
Tantallos' studies were interrupted by his own curiosity, when he saw that large group of soldiers marching, he was sure something big was going on, and he needed to take part on it, maybe it could be more than just getting some respect to his family.. maybe he could learn a bit on that mission or whatever they were doing, if they were going to fight.. better yet! He could test what he learned and find out if he was doing it right, but then again, he was not on Etruria, he was on a area nobody knew him, or those who knew the symbol of his cape would move away so if he really wanted to approach without getting stabbed or told to back off he needed to think about a way to get closer.
The idea came up really fast, if the cape and the symbol were the problem, he just needed to get rid of them. He looked to the sides and moved to a area with trees to get rid of the cloak and shoved it on his backpack. He believed it would not thaaaat difficult to join them now, differently of most magic users, he preferred to use a light armor under his mantle, it is not like shamans were supposed to be super agile anyway, so it was better get some extra defense. That probably would work to do not get killed in sight as his armor did not look like any of the armors from factions of Bern and hopefully he would be able to explain himself and join the group and stop with this disguise, damm how he hated to show his face..
He looked at the group and calculated a safe distance away from them, at least a good distance to run away in case the plan did not work like he expected. After walking a bit, he finally spoke up, loud and clear. "Salutations, I am a adventurer and explorer and I could not notice the large group wandering around here, I had been out of Bern for quite a while.. may I know what is going on? It seems most of people are moving a lot more than the usual.." He scratched the back of his head to add a tone of confusion, yes he was curious, but he also needed to sound less..himself, so the gesture would help him. "Depending of what it is about I could help."The shaman offered, a bit worried about the answer, he could not miss the opportunity of joining a fight if that was the case, and if it was a diplomacy matter, the Forsakens would expect him to join anyway.
There was another thing that he was worried about as well.. how he gets happy killing others, even if he is just killing the "bad guys", his methods were not approved on Etruria, so he would need to at least try to take easy, and avoid laughing or saying how they would be sacrifices to the Plague Dragon, that would totally put him in a bad situation, if not just being killed for sounding like a hostile or for being a sadistic crazy guy. Tantallos gave a sigh on that thought but kept his eyes focused on the group waiting for a answer.
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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 Mar 12, 2013 12:02:53 GMT -6
Reeling a bit from his hangover, the brute didn't have any sort of remedy on hand other than the water in his canteen and a bit of hardtack he couldn't stomach to ingest. He was in such a rough mood he didn't bother to shave this morning. Something rather rare for him.
Taking another swig of his canteen, he marched in step with the others. While he was in a cheery mood that he was on the march with all of the other men, his inner character came out with a dull look and a stiff upper lip. He just couldn't be bothered. So, he took another sip.
OK, so this crap wasn't flying. He knew he needed to get something in his stomach and he didn't really have much of anything to eat last night while he was caught up in conversation. Breaking rank from the motley battalion he was marching with, he pushed past some wimp with a veil on like some Nabatan woman. Cyril had one hand up against a tree and held two fingers on the back of his tongue, forcing the demented soup of alcohol and water from his stomach. Everything just felt like crap, now including his throat, but now he could eat something.
Wiping the bile from his mouth and spitting whatever was left, the Bernese irregular now got a good look at the bumbling man in the robes. 'Ach, 'nother onna them wizards.' Cyril thought, sizing him up. "This ain't a Sunday stroll, lad. Get inna ranks er go back ta the... tower, er wherever ya spawn'd from." He moved on ahead of the veiled magician to his place in the marching line, not really expecting him to follow behind and give a response.
Taking his place again, he looked down beside him to Zacharia or whatever the pip-squeak was called. "That mage, ya know 'im?" Cyril plainly asked, more just to hear what Zacharia would have to say and keep his mind off of his condition.
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Zacharia
Shaman
Kingmaker
"You fight for the promise of a better tomorrow for this country."
Posts: 172
Bern Fame: 3
Illia Fame: -2
Profession: Advisor
Affiliation: Bernese Senate
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Link
OoC Alias: Zach
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Post by Zacharia on Mar 12, 2013 15:44:56 GMT -6
The previous night had been a long one for Zacharia. He talked to a gruff beast of a man beforehand, but he regretted going to sit with the one named Cyril. He recalled being given something...bitter? Or hot? Whatever it had been that the men at the campfire had offered him a beaker of, he could still feel the aftereffects. His throat had felt like a burning piece had lodged itself in it. It didn't feel or taste as bad as it did earlier, but the concoction still left a disgusting taste in his mouth.
He had stumbled back into his tent, falling asleep right then and there on his pack. A peaceful and dreamless sleep was what he got through the night, and found himself being awakened with a kick by a grubby soldier, but after sleeping on the ground, Zacharia looked only a little better. "'Ey you, whatcha doin' 'ere, sleepin' in? We got marchin' ta do, and if you ain't there, wer leavin' ya behind!" The man had said. Zacharia got up only after the world stopped tilting to his left, and with a few unintelligible murmurs that he didn't understand himself, he started to pack his tent away. Good thing he was a fast runner, or he would've been left behind. That didn't stop him from tripping quite a few times on his way to form up, though. He blamed the ground for moving sideways while he was asleep.
Now here he was marching in a group with burly men every which way. Cyril to his left, and Selibas ahead of him by a few men. Cyril looked especially green today, and he was shoved aside as the man went to go do something; maybe puke. A stench reared its ugly head in the air that set everyone else's stomach on edge as well. Cyril came back looking more pleased than he had a few minutes ago. Cyril looked down at Zacharia, and as he opened his mouth, fumes worse than an active volcano's started to choke him. "That mage, ya know 'im?" Cyril worded in his rough voice, now a little easier to understand. A mage? Where? Zacharia, forgetting the smell of bile surrounding him, popped his head over the group he was in by jumping up as high as he could. The closest thing to a mage he could see was some pale creep in a blue Nabatan-getup, which was odd because most Nabatans had a nice tan. He had a book with him that had a resemblance to the one Zacharia carried, so that almost made him sure of the fact. Still confused as to how a Nabatan Mage could sneak in, he hailed the man over to him and Cyril. "Hey! You there!" He called over the marching tune. "Want t' come have a chat with me and my friend?"
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Post by Tantallos Forsaken on Mar 17, 2013 11:14:10 GMT -6
Tantallos always demonstrated respect for any kind of soldier, no matter if they were royal, mercenaries or newbies, no matter if they depended on magic or brute force, but that man was proving to be capable of bothering him, first of all, it was disgusting to see him vomiting right there, without even caring about his presence, then his response to a formal greet was rude, way rude to his taste. He was starting to doubt the group was up for anything good. The impression the Bernese gave, made him think he was just a bandit with a bunch of other bandits with a huge lack of intelligence and manners...like most.
Before he could even reply to the man, he was already leaving, maybe it was better that way it would be pointless to discuss with some random bandit who cannot even speak properly, or who does not even care about his actions. And as his disguise failed, it was pointless to keep looking like that, now he would cover his head with his cape again, they managed to find out he was a "wizard" so he would not need to worry about keep his face exposed like that. His hands tugged on hood and covered his head again, and once more, the only thing that could be seen were his eyes and a small part of his face.
He followed the group and remained silent, just watching and looking at the other soldiers trying to figure out if they were just a bunch of bandits or if they were really a group willing to do something useful, in both of the cases he would need to avoid mentioning where he came from or sounding too.. insane. There were many thoughts bumping on his mind right now, most of them related to the objective of whatever they were going to do. Thanks to the disgusting "soldier", he could not get enough info about it, he probably would just find out right on the moment of the fight IF it was a fight...
Tantallo's expression turned into something leaning into confusion when he heard the voice of someone calling into his direction, he was already thinking somehow they managed to find out he was from Etruria or that he was part of some "bizarre" royal family. When mage finished his statement, he gave a sigh of relief, he disliked the idea of going to talk to someone else with THAT same soldier who talked to him previously so close but it was worth a try. At least now he knew they were not a bunch of crazy bandits, they would never allow some.."kid" get into the group.
Fastening up his steps, he reached the other two and finally spoke up."Hee..heehe..were you talking to me?"His awkward and creepy grins and laughs were always mixed during his conversations, it turned into something so usual that sometimes he needed to take time to notice that he did it. And this was one of those cases, he hoped it would not bother them or anything but his thoughts were tossed away when he noticed the person who called him was carrying a tome as well. "So you are a shaman too? How interesting...I was not expecting to see magic users here.."
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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 17, 2013 14:04:29 GMT -6
"You're a natural. Are you sure you don't ride?"
Aidan found himself spending his free time not with the other soldiers, but with their beasts of burden. It's been so very very long since he'd travel with any type of army of sorts, even if it's just a ragtag group of militia and defected soldiers. He wasn't proud to admit it, but he felt odd being surrounded by them. He was never good with big groups, it left a lump in his chest and became somewhat hard to breath. So he did what he always did when he was nervous, or what he always used to. It was nostalgic, and for a moment it almost felt like absolutely nothing had changed. That he was once again a man in the prime of his youth. He always would pretend he was just a nobody. Wyverns didn't care about families, or legacies, or even had any expectations for a man who clearly could never meet them. It's been so long, but so little has changed.
The beast almost cooed as Aidan rubbed it's scaled head. Wyverns weren't like horses, they were probably closer to really big scaled cats. Aloof, but affectionate when they wanted affection, clever but selfish, almost impossible to outright train. That didn't mean they were unintelligent though. Oh no, on the contrary. They were far too smart for their own good at times. "Not anymore." He said with a small smirk, watching as the green scaled beast rubbed its head against his hand.
"I swear, that one likes you more then her own rider." The stablehand spoke, clearly entertained. He was an older man, with graying hair that looked frayed out to the edges. There wasn't many wyverns, but some of the defected soldiers brought their own with them. Probably about a dozen at best, still it was good company. He was always good with animals.
"Nah, she just wanted some attention. I bet whoever she belongs to has simply been busy with everything going on. There's no bond like that between a rider and their wyvern." How many years has it been? At least seven. They were marching, but whoever this girl belonged to wasn't riding her at the moment. She was being led along with all the other horses and such to wherever they were headed to. He wasn't sure, but he wasn't about to go asking. It didn't really matter in the end, honestly. Wherever they were headed too was likely where he was supposed to go, otherwise why did they ask him to go with this group? Hopefully whoever he was supposed to speak with would find him soon, he didn't like the waiting and the tension that came with it. He barely slept anymore these days.
"Aye, true words. You speak with experience."
He didn't know where Saturos was, but he was probably not far off. He never was. The knight wasn't going to force him to stay by him or anything, but it was nice to know he had at least one person he could trust fully. He hadn't seen much of Selibas since that day, little wonder with how he hid with the wyverns.
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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 20, 2013 18:59:56 GMT -6
Selibas was deep in his own thoughts, when a simple fact hit him. A lot of his men were cavalry. Actually the bulk of his men were cavalry. Yet there were no horses in his ranks, and that would do them no good. They needed to be with their beasts, lest they grow unfamiliar with the large animals. He lifted a fist, and turned his own beast. He cleared his throat, he hadn’t had anything to drink in several hours. His voice, while loud, wasn’t it’s usual tone, he sounded like a sarcastic frog. ”We will break for a half hour. When we start again, we will march in the form of five across, five deep. We will place infantry first, then Cavalry, who will ride. Now, get a drink and rest your feet. I’ll find some horn to blow when we’ll be leaving.” The men laughed mostly at that. Good, in his opinion an ally was who you wanted to help. For now, he had a plan to organize this army just a bit more.
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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 21, 2013 2:20:19 GMT -6
A young man came running up to the stable master. He was clearly a good deal younger then what Aidan expected a soldier to be, but in a way it didn't surprise him. With people like Zach and Selibas, it really was a young man's army. He said something to the man, but Aidan paid it no mind. He was preoccupied feeding the beasts, and it wasn't until the stable master himself came up to him that he knew something was happening. "One of the ranks are stopping for a short period. Selibas' troops, the other commanders have given no word if they plan to stop as well."
"So what do you do in a situation like this." He asked, nonchalantly. It's not a common issue for him, so he wasn't sure what was going to be done. Back in his days in the army, they were far more organized. When they stopped, EVERYONE stopped. The general would decide on it, or whoever was leading the troops. They lacked that here, they were all commanders who were vying for supremacy. Sure there was those with seniority who believe themselves to be at the head, but they were little more then men with inflated egos. For a moment Aidan wondered if Selibas actually spoke to the other commanders before stopping, or just simply decided to. Definitely the second.
"Well, usually I leave a stable hand or two with the animals that stopped and continue marching. They catch up eventually, but we can't devote everything to one group who's not following the others. No one else is gonna stop. Usually the orders come all at once if that was the case." It was what Aidan assumed. He gave the wyvern a good pat on the head with a sad sigh.
"Well I guess I'm gonna be stopping here too then, as well." He wasn't in Selibas' troops, but he did want to stay close to him.
"I knew you were too heavily armored to be a stable-hand." The old man barked in laughter. "Well then, I'll see you later... what was it again?" He held out a hand for a moment, but say Aidan's own hands covered it (animal) blood and quickly brought it back.
"Dan." He replied, it wasn't quite a lie, as he wiped his hands off with a towel. Slipping his gauntlets back on when he was done.
"Dan then. I'm Martin." He looked a little disappointed. Why did everyone look disappointed when he told them his name was Dan? It's a nice enough name.
A few minutes later Martin and all the Wyverns were off in the distance, and Aidan remained behind with a ton of horses. Nothing personal, but Aidan never really liked horses. Selibas' troops didn't have a single Wyvern as well, so there really was little reason to stick around. It's for the best, he should try to be hiding. He just didn't really know what he was supposed to be doing. They just kind of kicked him here and told him to wait to be contacted, and no one made an effort to do that. So, he was at a loss. Taking in a deep breath, first one, then two, he tried to clear his muddled thoughts. It was so easy before, the whole 'infiltrating a lair of crazed cultist who are just as likely to murder you as they were to call you king' and 'escaping from a high security prison in the heart of Bern mere hours before your execution'. It was the dealing with people, that's what tripped him up. He wasn't a leader, no matter how much people pushed it on him. He was just following what people told him, without really thinking for his self. Was that really so wrong? He liked to follow orders, but without any orders... he grew listless and unfocused. The only thing he did without being told to is mess with the wyverns.
You need to think for yourself. You've always needed to do that. Ever since you were a kid, you've been told what to do. Why did you even come to Bern? Because Iris told you to. I want to free Bern but... Is it what I want? Or what I was told to want? He was lucky no one knew who he was. There was little hope to be found in this symbol of rebellion.
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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 26, 2013 14:27:54 GMT -6
Selibas walked up to a group of soldiers sitting together.He pointed to one, a big man, "Go stand on that hill." he jerked his thumb behind him. The cavalry had already gone back to retrieve their mounts,so he had time to work with the infantry. He walked up to other groups and worked on building a contrast for a total of twenty five men. An old man from one circle companions, a young one from another. A slim man from one, a bull from another. A tall man, a short man. When they were assembled, he walked into their midst. None of them were speaking to the unfamiliar men around them so he could speak normally. "I'm going to ask a question, and you will all answer. What would you use against a lance?" A few of the men spoke up. Most simply said the weapon they wore. One man with steel grey eyes said an axe, despite wearing a sword on his back. "What would you do if you had more archers than the enemy, but they had more mages?"Most said a rabble. A burly man said move in infantry while shooting, the grey eyed man said keep the range on his side. "If you were outnumbered three to one, what would you do?" More rabble, but when it died down the burly man said retreat. The grey eyed man said stand and fight. Selibas nodded and stroked his beard. He pointed at the burly man and said, "For the next battle, these men will follow you. You will need to follow my orders to survive, but I want you to think for yourself.The rest of you, fight hard." He pulled the grey eyed man aside, "Dying's not worth it in a case like that. You will however fight with me. Go get any man you see with a bow, and tell them to assemble."
The man nodded and ran. Selibas estimated there were a good eighty archers, hundred infantrymen, and one-hundred twenty horse. Roughly. He would split the archers into two units. Sky father this was a lot to keep up with! He repeated the process on the next two units as he gathered them, but on the third he brought together a few soldiers he wanted to speak to personally. Zacharia, Cyril, and Porter. There was also a fellow in robes who looked particularly out of place, and this is where he wanted to place Aidan if he could find the man. Simply because the man wanted to appear a regular soldier.So Selibas said, "What would you use against a sword?"Porter said a sword after the quieted. Selibas turned to the others he knew personally.
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Zacharia
Shaman
Kingmaker
"You fight for the promise of a better tomorrow for this country."
Posts: 172
Bern Fame: 3
Illia Fame: -2
Profession: Advisor
Affiliation: Bernese Senate
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Link
OoC Alias: Zach
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Post by Zacharia on Apr 10, 2013 19:09:51 GMT -6
"Against a sword? You'd use a lance, obviously." Zacharia inwardly sighed. It wasn't that he was trying to sound rude on purpose, but he was really, really anxious to talk to the new magey guy! Even though he was a tad creepy and smelled musty, Zacharia was sure the two would get along wonderfully. He had a billion questions to ask too, which took almost all his willpower to restrain himself from rudely ignoring the leader-guy he'd know for less than ten days and start chatting up the musty-guy he'd known for less than ten minutes. "Gotta say I'm not trying to be rude Selibas, but why are you asking us about the "Weapon Triangle"? Even I know it: Swords over axes, axes over lances, and lances over swords, not counting the reaver weapons. Then there's the Magic Triangle and-- come to think of it, this stuff is confusing. Huh, sorry about that."
He glanced over and remembered the musty one. "Hey, wait a minute!" He jerked the man's arm and dragged him through the ranks, into Selibas' vision. "Me and Cyril found another mage! Pretty neat, huh? I don't think I asked his name yet, though." Zacharia released his death grip on the man and asked him for his name. Maybe it was something mysterious and awesome; hopefully better than Dan, anyway. A foreign name for a foreign-looking kind of person. The outfit was starting to raise a few flags in his mind, not to mention a few eyebrows from the surrounding men.
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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 Apr 13, 2013 14:10:27 GMT -6
Like a snake sneaking out from under a bush, Saturos popped up next to Aidan just as Martin went off with the wyverns. He remained silent for a moment, matching Aidan's wistful demeanor in an almost mocking playfulness, before resting an elbow on one of the horses and deciding to speak.
"Not the most organized bunch of fellows, now is it?" commented the myrmidon, giving Aidan a quick glance before looking off after the wyverns. "I did some, eh, scouting around. Listened in on a few conversations, asked a couple questions, you know? From what I've managed to pick up, Selibas is only one of at least three different rebel commanders leading this army, if you can even call it that. The original leader was a man named Nasir, who for some reason is no longer in the picture, and when he disappeared, Kelvin, the man with the fancy armor we saw earlier, essentially took over. Selibas reports to Kelvin, in a sense, but Selibas is himself a Sacaen chieftain as he already told you, and interestingly enough he's chief of two tribes: the Sumis and the Aurumiaf. Apparently he's attempting to start some sort of Sacaen unification movement. I'd have to imagine that's frustratingly difficult." Saturos paused for a second, staring at his fingernails. Then, after using his teeth to clean the dirt out from under them, he continued. "The other commanders have joined up more recently, and while they operate under Kelvin, they don't report to him. If they wanted to, they could pick up and leave, so this is more a conglomeration of convenience if anything. Still, it might be good not to put all of our eggs in the Selibas basket."
"The commander with all of the wyvern riders is an ex-Bernese wardog, and true to form he's a hardline advocate for military discipline. I guess that gives you two something in common," continued Saturos. "You'd probably fit in with his men, but at the same time, most of his men served in his unit before his defection, so there's already an established hierarchy, one that might not appreciate getting disrupted. Running in and waving that...thing around is as likely to get you a sword in the chest as is it an open armed hug."
"There's probably more politics I have yet to figure out, but for now, that's what I know," the Etrurian finished. "You find out anything interesting?"
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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 Apr 15, 2013 9:05:42 GMT -6
As soon as he heard someone slinking towards him, he instantly knew who it was. Saturos had a certain... way of walking. It was easy to be surprised by him, light on his feet. Suppose you have to be if you fight shirtless, a errant strike and your heart is pierced. Aidan had grown accustomed to it though, and it was hard for the swordsman to sneak up on him as he was once able to. Still he couldn't help but feel like he was trying to surprise him sometimes. Popping from nowhere in the dead of night, he needed to be on watch even if he's just sneaking away to use the restroom. He seemed jovial enough though, that was a good thing. Someone needed to be upbeat about all this, Elmine knows that Aidan was having a hard time coming to terms with it all. Call him what you want, political he was not. He was very straightforward as a man, even if he talked with the flowery prose of a thousand poorly penned novels. Curses to his speaking coach.
"I've noticed the same thing Saturos. Sometimes it feels like they're trying to fight against one another then the enemy. None of the commanders want to concede to one another. Even if they report to this Kelvin fellow, they don't really see him as a superior. It's anarchic." He mused aloud as Saturos gave his report. "Thank you for the information Saturos. I still want to stay on a low profile, and I lack the light step you have." An ex-Bernese wardog, huh? Just like him... If anything, that was another reason to stay away from him. If he was anything like Aidan, he wouldn't enjoy some man come from nowhere and claiming himself their king. He looked at the horses everywhere, and let out a small grunt.
"The army doesn't work together. When one group stops, the others keep going. They don't communicate well with one another, they'll decide things at the drop of a hat without even telling anyone." He gestured to the horses that were stabled near them. "Selibas' campaign has come to a stop, but all the others have kept moving. Most of Selibas' troops appear to be horseback riders." That was really all he could say he learned. "Then again, all of that is obvious if you've spent a few minutes here."
"The reason I chose Selibas though, was because of his eccentricities. He doesn't fit with the army, even amongst misfits." He looked away, a bit aways he saw several men gathered together, as if it was some sort of training drill. "He's a Sacaen warchief of multiple tribes, a new commander, and his troops seem to be fond of him. The others, they have been at this for quite some time." He continued, returning his gaze to the wry Swordsmaster. "They would resist me, and I could find little blame in this. Where was I when they began, and now I have the audacity to claim myself as holder? It's how it must be though, I know this and accept this. Still, in order to lead men I need to have their respect. Their trust." Even as he spoke, he still didn't seem entirely sure of his own words. The truth was that he really, Really, REALLY, didn't know what he was doing. Saturos probably had a better idea than he did. Of course the most important part of leading is to always look like you know what you're doing, no one will listen to someone who cannot even make up his mind. They responded to confidence, and even if his was faltering in the face of adversity, he could never let anyone see it. He didn't know if he should trust Selibas as much as he did, if he should go to him instead of one of the many other who were just as qualified. Still, his words didn't reflect this. That's what was important.
He clenched his fist into a ball, bringing it to his chest. Even now he what he wanted more then anything else was for someone to tell him what to do. "I need to fight with them, instead of hiding in the stables." He added with a determined look. "I'm going to go to Selibas. I hear he's teaching the new recruits, of which I suppose I technically am. You want to come?"
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Post by Tantallos Forsaken on Apr 16, 2013 18:20:31 GMT -6
Tantallos seemed concerned about the awkward behavior from the possible shaman, he was being way too noisy, maybe he found out he was from another place? Just the thought made him start wondering if it was really a good idea to get there, all he wanted was to improve his skills and now he was not even sure if he would keep alive.
When the shaman felt his arm being grabbed he looked to the side trying to understand what was going on, before he could even say anything, he was already being dragged and showed to someone who seemed to be leading the group, at least that was what he thought. Unless that guy just had a terrible way to show his friends to other people. When he heard what the other mage had to say, he gave a sigh of relief, so he was not in trouble at all that was good, he almost forgot to reply to the other during the time he was trying to remain calm again.
Giving a brief bow, Tantallos spoke in a quiet but clear tone. "My name is Tantallos.." That is all he could say for now, he knew it would not be too smart to lie, what if that guy knew everyone who had been marching on each line? He surely would be dead on that situation, not wanting to take more risks, hew pulled his hood down to show his face and waited for an answer.
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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 Apr 25, 2013 17:25:17 GMT -6
Selibas turned to the new man, "Hello soldier, welcome to the army." New recruits were too necessary for Selibas to turn them away. The man smelled strange. Dark, if dark was a smell, despite Selibas knowing it wasn't. Selibas addressed the soldiers again, "What would you do if you had more archers than the enemy, but they had more mages?" Most soldiers were simply in the rabble. Porter said to try to close the distance as quickly as he could. "If you were outnumbered three to one, what would you do?" Rabble again. Porter spoke again, saying it'd be best to run. Selibas nodded and mulled over the soldiers answers.
Ooc: Short, but I hadn't posted in a while. Sorry about that. After this a little progression, just answer in your posts.[/font]
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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 May 9, 2013 13:11:51 GMT -6
Saturos didn't seem to want to, which didn't surprise him. He was an odd bird, he was never too far away but always worked on his own. He swoops in time to time, but for the most part went about his own business and did things without Aidan even asking him to. He was a weird combination of independent and reliable, and Aidan respected him for that. He was understand of Aidan's predicament, even if he didn't say it aloud, but still stuck with him. A more loyal companion he couldn't ask for. The knight nodded to the swordsman, he stuck out but at the same time was hard to find. It was weird, how did a giant shirtless man with blue paint over his face blend in so well? "I'll see you later then. Good luck."
Selibas was a bit away, but surrounded by an amount of assorted men. Many holding spears, but he saw Zach with them. The little magic user from earlier who he talked with, he was a good man if not a little prideful. He believed in the power of magic above all else, still that didn't make him a bad person. Aidan would just have to show him what one without magic can do. Aidan was no ordinary recruit, but the soldiers would see that in due time. He needed to be more than just some soldier, he needed to go above and beyond, he needed earn their respect and their trust. Selibas' men were just the first step, he would have to win the hearts of all the men in this army. It was an overwhelming task, but this wasn't just something he wanted to do, it was something he had to do. The cream rises to the top, so they say, so it was time for him to find out if he was cut out for this.
"If you were outnumbered three to one, it depends on the composition of the soldiers. Your skill, their skill, your tactics, the environment. There are many variables, retreat isn't the wrong answer but I wouldn't say it's correct either." Aidan closed his eyes, thinking. "If your soldiers are better equipped, better trained, or had better tactics and unity, they could overturn even a three to one situation. Guerilla tactics, using the environment to your advantage, and position your soldiers intelligently. Numbers are just one factor of many, and we are going to be outnumbered by Ilia without a doubt. We can't simply always retreat, we need to make use of every advantage we have to overturn such raw numbers." He shrugged, looking at Selibas. "Of course, that's just one soldier's opinion."
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