Samuali
Soldier
I am getting better and better, so you better watch out!
Posts: 106
Profession: Wanderer
Affinity: Wind
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Post by Samuali on Mar 25, 2014 14:44:01 GMT -6
Samuali and Silvia advanced on the surrendering mercenaries, herding them to the rest of the weaponless mercenaries. As he neared the giant Orland he seemed to grow somehow even taller than he looked from a distance, and was covered in blood. If it was his blood or one of the many killed by his hand not he did not know. Samuali looked around and the fighting had stopped. A couple mercenaries still had weapons but were scattered and not even bothering to advance. Most likely they were looking for an escape route. Samuali opened his mouth to talk to Orland, but was intimidated and could not speak.
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Synkkis
OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Mar 25, 2014 22:16:33 GMT -6
There was no one left in the courtyard with enough gall to have a weapon in hand and those who still had them were scattered outside of the fort running for the hills. The din of combat had ceased, and now it was only the victors and the wounded who cried out. From Synkkis' position, he could see the crazed red mage with his eyes open. Detris' mouth was gaping open and a gash in his forehead where fresh blood poured down the wall. Next to him was the axeman, who was in beat up shape, but still very much alive. The giant covered in blood and with a pile of bodies around him was a terrifying sight, but he wasn't left untouched. Thankfully Synkkis and his brother, Alaric, were not wounded.
The Wyvern Knight came swooping down and landed right in front of Synkkis. The man was shorter than him, but much better built as expected of a mounted warrior. The large presence of the Wyvern up close took Synkkis back a bit, realizing the military might of such a deft creature. The general called out to the purple mage and after a short pause, he returned his eyes to the rider. "An Ilian. A tactician. A prisoner..." He looked at the hellish scene around him and back to the rider. "Synkkis Kyyneltya. This is my brother, Alaric."
Alaric kept his hands in the air with the others, but was in a bit of a pissy mood. He didn't want to deal with the inconveniences of being a prisoner if that were the case. He ached to light his pipe and just get out. He didn't do well with authority figures. "So, all this for that guy up there? All of you could've got killed like that other guy. What are you really here for?" he asked with a bit of sting in his voice. He couldn't help contain his temperament, but he was being civil.
The purple cloaked mage spoke above his younger brother and asked out of interest, "Who was commanding your group?"
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Marric
Fighter
Oi there! Brigand! Let me axe you a question, eh?
Posts: 79
Profession: Mercenary / Fugitive
OoC Alias: Gus
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Post by Marric on Mar 26, 2014 14:12:27 GMT -6
Faros hopped down from the balcony and Marric hoisted the head of the mage for all to see, roaring in triumph. Most of the mercenaries smiled as they saw their cruel, and insane leader's severed head. That man was truly a pain to work for.
"I lead this band, tactician. Why?" Faros stated plainly as he smiled at his men. Alden was riding about healing the band, Orland, Samuali, anyone who was injured received a healing aura. the others, original members of let out a loud cheer as they saw Marric with the mage's head in hand. They had won!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2014 20:47:28 GMT -6
Orland looked down at the young boy who seemed to hesitate to speak to him. It was not knew to the giant. He had meet many people in his life who were intimidated by his size. "Good work out there kid", spoke Orland as he looked down on the boy. In truth the boy reminded him of another young man he knew as a kid. They both had green hair and both studied magic, but his friend died to a myrmidon at a young age so he doubted there was any connection.
"Thanks for drawing some of the heat off me. That space you created really helped. Just out curiosity how old are you", asked Orland. He wondered if he was young as he was when he fought in his first battle.
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Post by Eren on Mar 29, 2014 15:26:10 GMT -6
"Synkkis Kyyneltya. Alaric Kyyneltya."
Eren spoke without looking at those he named, cleaning his axe and lance with a stained cloth.
"You appear to know what is going on with this band. Detris is now dead. I, therefore, as a member of the victorious force, will take control of the spoils of war and claim them for our own. One of our group has perished, however, your casualties have more than accounted for that loss. Given that you've surrendered, I will give you your lives and dignities, as per my honor. However. You won't just be leaving... Any of you. Kyyneltya brothers -- take charge of your men. Clear the coffers and cells, and bring the contents here. All surviving members of Detris's group, get your belongings and meet back here. We'll determine your near future in the meantime.
Eren walked over to the rest of the group as the defeated mercenaries flooded back to follow his orders.
"Comrades. I value your input... What do we do with the building? I say we take the funds and any items for ourselves. And the soldiers, we can release... Except the brothers, I need a word with them. But the building. What do we do with it?"
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Samuali
Soldier
I am getting better and better, so you better watch out!
Posts: 106
Profession: Wanderer
Affinity: Wind
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Post by Samuali on Mar 29, 2014 16:15:20 GMT -6
Orland had apparently noticed Samuali trying to talk to him and had spoke to him. "Your welcome. I am of 15 years." Samuali had one more question that he wanted to ask. It seamed unlikely more than a fairy tale, but he had seen the ocean, so anything could be real. "Um, are you a gaint?" Samuali waited for a little bit then moved over to the rest of the group.
Marric was holding the fire mage's head like it was a trophy of some sort. That seemed a little strange but he listened to Eren. He wanted to loot the place, which was fine by Samuali. But what to do with the fort? It was too run down to use for anything important, but too well built to be left for a new group of bandits to move into. Samuali was not sure what to do with it.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2014 17:39:45 GMT -6
Orland looked at the kid for a moment and gave his answer. "Yes kiddo I am a giant", spoke the knight. It was a lie of course. Well kind of a lie. Both his mother and father were big and so was his grandfather. In fact his entire family was filled with big people, but you could not say they were giants of legends. They were just big people. Mainly thanks to selective breeding. Big bandits and tall bandits hooking up with big and tall bandits. It made for strong offspring and getting loot easier. still it did not hurt to let the boy think he was a giant.
As Marric asked about the fort Orland started to get some ideas. "After raiding the place", spoke Orland emphasizing the raiding part. "I could hang around a bit. I know a few guys who could use a place like this. It is a lot better than the wooden fort they stay in and with a little stone work they could have it back to running in full force." Such fortresses were like uncut gems waiting to be exploited. If he could get a letter to his father he could send his brothers down and they could have this place running like clock work. The more your group spread across the map the more likely you won't be whipped out. Getting a hold in Etruia could prove to be very profitable.
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Synkkis
OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Mar 30, 2014 2:27:33 GMT -6
Synkkis responded slyly to the sniper, who had just grazed him earlier as evident by the ding in his shoulder pauldron. "One who successfully rallied the attack and broke through to Detris shouldn't be referring himself as "I". What is your name?"
The mage heard the orders from the Wyvern rider without issue as did the men around him. They begrudgingly went about their new duties, but it was certainly better than being lined up on the wall and having a knife ran across their throat then afterwards hung in a nearby village as an example. The tactician still stood where he was as he was addressed by the commander, but Alaric went ahead with the others after Synkkis gave him a nod to.
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Within the fort, Alaric went to the hay and blanket pallets they used for beds and gathered their items, only leaving the hay behind. It was quite a bit for just the scrawny Ilian to shoulder, but he got back to the courtyard eventually, where he still saw Synkkis standing there. A few other came back with their personal belongings where they set them down and went back inside to empty the stores of supplies.
The black-haired swordsman released his pack alongside the others' and climbed a ladder up to Detris' body. A key hang loosely from his neck-stump where he cut the chord with a pocket knife so he wouldn't have to deal with the bloody bits. Although it was under certain circumstances, Alaric always did want to see the bastard with his head split open. He was much too bossy and it was only his brother being there that ushered him on to stay with the mercenary group. He'd need that key to grab the pay they worked for. Thinking it over in his mind as he went towards the ladder, he wished that Detris would've been dead and they still won. They could've had something going successfully with new leadership. That way he'd have someone better in charge. Someone who wasn't down his throat with everything. Allowed him to do what the hell he wanted to do. If only.
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Post by Eren on Apr 2, 2014 20:59:26 GMT -6
Eren stood warily, watching the purple tactician. He seemed... Shifty. Something didn't seem quite right about him, but Eren was giving all of the defeated force the benefit of the doubt.
"Synkkis. What skills do you know? What can you and your brother do? Are there any others in your group with special skills?"
Eren tapped his foot anxiously. He needed to figure out what bothered him about Synkkis... And where did the brother go?
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Synkkis
OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Apr 9, 2014 21:18:26 GMT -6
The tactician raised a finger to his chin, thinking out loud. "Hmm..." He shifted his stance a bit and replied, "Well, I'm an amateur tactician as well as a magician, which I've been picking up. My brother uses the sword. We're honestly just trying to make coin and get out and see places."
He looked behind him to the men that worked and turned back around. "We've been self-sufficient here so there's people who know how to smith, do carpentry, and build as well as other things. It depends on the man." Synkkis put his hands to his sides and shrugged his shoulders. "In these times, men do best if they're well rounded. What did you need, rider?"
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Post by Eren on Apr 10, 2014 21:15:50 GMT -6
"Come with me."
Stepping aside with the tactician, and motioning for Marric to join them, Eren began to speak in a low voice once both were within earshot.
"I want to retake Bern.
That's right. I've done some thinking, Marric... And I will aid the Rebel cause.
Synkkis. Your tactical skills will come in handy to me... Along with your 'magic.' What sort of magic can you produce?
Marric. You're a damn good axeman... And a solid comrade to boot. There's nobody I'd rather have with me.
I figure the best way to let the established Resistance know that they've got some allies is to take over a city and claim it. That, or a base.
I want you to join me.
Synkkis... You and your brother don't have much choice. Neither do the other skilled mercs from your group -- I'll be conscripting you. Marric, the choice is yours... But I'm fairly confident you'll come along."
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Marric
Fighter
Oi there! Brigand! Let me axe you a question, eh?
Posts: 79
Profession: Mercenary / Fugitive
OoC Alias: Gus
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Post by Marric on Apr 11, 2014 2:07:27 GMT -6
Marric had been approaching his bond-brother Samuali when Eren called him over. The axeman doubled back and decided Samuali could chat with the knight while he spoke with Eren. He strode up to the three, glaring at the two brothers with little else but hatred; they were working for that mad man just an hour before and had must of known of Marric's imprisonment and subsequent torture. Either they had ignored it, or they'd played a part, either way they hadn't earned any points in Marric's book.
Eren, what did you want? He listened to the man's sudden change of allegience with wide eyes of absolute disbelief. Not only did the former general plan to fight against Ilia in favor of the Bern rebellion, but he'd asked Marric to join with him in defecting. While Marric was no soldier of Ilia in rank, his work as a mercenary for the past six years of his life had been dedicated to earning his keep for his homeland. Sure, his father had swayed his mind in favor of Bern's liberation, but he'd never thought he'd ever take a solid stance in the conflict. His family were all Ilian soldiers of some kind, if he fough for Bern he'd be pit against his loved ones and friends. Marric idolized his father, and both repected and loved his birth mother and adoptive mothers dearly. On one end of the plane, he could already picture his father jumping to his old comrade's aid in a heartbeat, on the other he visualized his mother's hurt expression as she saw him fighting alongside the rebels. Both of his parents knew clearly where they stood in their loyalties, why couldn't Marric find the resolve and steadfast beliefs they had upheld?
His mouth was agape, and he was stuck in an expression of bewilderement for minutes while he processed the offer. He'd already paid his required dues to Ilia, but he owed Bern nothing but the sentiment of it being his father's homeland. Yet... What had his father said to him after they'd first met?
His mind went back three years to a memory he treasured dearly. He sat with his legs hanging off the edge of a small ridge, his father sitting in much the same way directly adjacent to him. Marric remembered asking Oeniye why he returned to Bern after meeting his mother, and being given an annoyingly simple answer.
Because of what you see below and around you, lad. He said it wistfully, and with an air of wisdom that made Marric's mind boggle for an answer to what he'd meant.
You were home sick? Marric strained his voice, speaking had hurt his injuries on his neck.
It was much more than that, i'd never have left your mother had I simply missed my home.
What the hell does that mean? Marric snapped back, at the time he was wondering how a woman so direct and to the point as his mother had ever fallen for this man.
Ha! It means i was still loyal to my country, I was in favor of its independence and I grew angry at seeing Ilian crests in every town, seeing Ilian troops patrolling MY mountains and valleys. While I was a loyal soldier, I couldn't allow such feelings to impede my duty to my commander and fellow soldiers. So I left. The elder man smiled, clearly satisfied with the choice he'd made. Marric, even at the age of seventeen heard the logic behind what his father said. He could no longer trust himself to serve Ilia as a soldier without potentially allowing his loyalties to get in the way of his duty. Such a sense of duty was the envy of Marric at the time, as he truly didn't have any other reason to travel around as a mercenary other than to make his family proud. He lacked a sense of purpose and duty that his father seemed to carry by the bucket full.
Oh... Marric sighed and stared out into the seemingly endless range of rugged landscape and rock face covered in blanketing layers of fog from the unseen rivers that cut into the valleys below. As he thought on what his father said, a feeling of warmth filled his being. This place was as beautiful as it was perilous, and hardy as it was rocky; but for some reason he'd never felt more at home since that moment. Oeniye noticed the faintest of expressions Marric had made as the boy stared out onto the vast landscape before them, and smiled.
The mountains call to me, as loudly as any call to arms, they appear to call to you as well, eh?
Ain't much snow here... Marric replied absentmindedly, as if weighing his options of a snow covered, freezing wasteland as home or this more comfortable climate of wondorous mountains and flowing rivers.
Ha! You'll make a fine son of Bern one day, I'm sure of it! Oeniye sent a hard pat to the back Marric's way, and his reminiscing ended.
The prediction his father made was played in his mind over and over while he stood silently debating Eren's offer.
~Ha! You'll make a fine son of Bern one day, I'm sure of it!~
Suddenly his mind was made, he may be Ilian by birth but by blood and by his heart he stood with Bern. If his family couldn't respect the choice, like they'd respected his fathers, that was their problem; he'd hold no regrets, just like his father before him.
I'll accompany you Eren, hopefully the company you plan to keep will be temporary. he'd glare at the brothers, trying to reccognize them as any of the vague memories of the faces that had tortured him in the cell. These ones worked for a particularly disloyaal coward, its always possible they take after their late employer.
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Samuali
Soldier
I am getting better and better, so you better watch out!
Posts: 106
Profession: Wanderer
Affinity: Wind
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Post by Samuali on Apr 11, 2014 5:40:16 GMT -6
Samuali listened to the enemy's tactician and Eren talk for a little. He saw Marric approaching him, but he was intercepted by Eren. Samuali looked at the growing pile of loot recalled some he saw earlier. He turned and jogged over to the causalities and once he got there, he searched them for anything of value. They did not need it anymore. As he was scavenging off the bodies the man he knocked out earlier came around with a small moan. Samuali moved aside of him and helped him sit up, after taking his weapon of course.
"Sh, stay quite. Your forces have all surrendered and the place is being looted. Tell me where your things are and i will get them for you."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2014 10:23:08 GMT -6
Seeing an opportunity Orland seperated himself from the rest of the group. He moved into a cove inside the fort were nobody could see him and unstrapped his armor. The massive steel plate slamed into the ground with impressive force. A loud thump filled the air as the steel breastplate dug into the earth. Orland however paid it no mind. He had more important matters to deal with. The knight pulled out some healing herbs and rubbed it against the wound on his side. The herbs stung like fire, but began to do their work. Applying pressure to the wound Orland began to bandage up his side
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Synkkis
OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Apr 14, 2014 17:21:19 GMT -6
Standing there next to the rider and the Axeman named "Marric", Synkkis stood almost in disbelief. Marric looked like he was an Ilian Mercenary and if he were, he'd know all the other Ilian mercenaries here were in it for financial reasons.
"Marric, is it? We are damned mercenaries, not cultists. Anyone who did that to your neck is laying dead on the ground right now or they fled." he turned towards the wyvern rider and keenly looked into his eyes. "This fort is yours, rider. In Detris' quarters he held all of our pay because he didn't trust anyone as a paymaster. He paid well enough to have us fighting and living in a fort that's falling apart in the Etrurian snow. If you pay us instead of enslave us, you may not have a group of mercenaries that will break from battle or desert at the first chance."
He knew he went off on the two, but he was hoping they'd listen to reason. He put himself in an awkward position, but he was almost getting a headache listening to incomplete plans for grandeur down in the hellhole that is now Bern. He had seen it not even a year ago. He was Ilian just as much as the other guys here maybe with the odd foreigner here or there, mainly Etrurians. There were plenty of opportunities to be patriotic in the past 3 or more years, so it was highly likely the men here were motivated by gold instead of nationalities. For Synkkis, as long as his family was safe and he was able to delve into his research as well as get into the application of tactics, he was fine.
He too wondered where his brother was at. He had seen the packs lined up against the wall. Maybe he needed to make another trip, he thought.
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