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The ride back was slightly faster, as the excitement was taking hold of Varrick and his companions. What a great turn of events this had been! He had gone there to ask for employment and a temporary holding... And the Princess had made him Marshal! Oh, the things he would do! from this position. Of course, he would honor his obligation to the Voguals, and he would reform their armies. They would soon be a house to be feared! Sadly, both a great deal of money and time were required, and he currently had neither. He'd have to start working out some sort of solution to both of these issues within a week. Restoration of a council ought to help somewhat in both of these regards, and if the Princess managed to actually prove competent and find herself a loyalist, he could start work on the internal corruption of this cesspool of a house. A lesser man would've avoided coming anywhere near this house, much less seek a position in it. He would try to get a position with the Mercers, or the Brens, scraping what he could. But there was no glory to be had for the one who held all the cards. None would remember the Marshal of House "We send thousands of untrained men to their deaths while our cavalry flanks them" Mercer. All will remember the tactical genius of the Marshal that somehow, managed to defeat not one, not two, but three houses, all richer and more powerful than his own.

He shook himself out of his daydreaming as they neared the camp palisades. There was a very long way to go before that was even achievable. Time and Money.The more he managed to scrape together before conflict broke out, the better his odds would be. He dismounted and handed off his horse to one of his soldiers to take to the stables, while his companions followed suit. As he was headed to his tent, however, some commotion caught his attention: Tovelson, the Camp Engineer was yelling obscenities and wildly swinging his hammer over a fallen soldier who was grasping his knee in agony. He had seen this scene play out far too many times, but he didn't mind: The Dwarf's mind was sharp as a razor. His expertise in all kinds of contraptions and smithing had been a tremendous asset. For all this, Varrick was more than happy to excuse his Belligerent behavior and violent outbursts. He had learned to not get stuck on pretenses, like so many others, but to instead see the true value of a man. Most Warlords would have dismissed Tovelson as some sort of drunk fool-but not Varrick. Most Warlords would have sent Krugh away immediately, without seeing that he was the only one who could keep the Feral Orcs under control-but not Varrick. Most would have executed Siv for having the audacity to defeat them in front of their men-But not Varrick.

He approached, putting a hand on Tovelson's shoulder to get his attention while Gordain moved to heal the injured soldier.
"They never learn to not mock your height, do they, Tov? No matter. Let's head to my tent! I have great news to share with you!"
He turned to the other soldier, who was now watching his relief as the mage was tending to his friend. "And ye: Go to the Quartermaster. Tell him to get a stage ready, There's going to be an announcement! Spread the word"

He walked by to his own part of the camp, where his tent, and the tents of the Merry Band where located. It was admittedly, quite the sight: Krugh's tent was lined with furs from the many different animals he hunted on his spare time, and currently there were some heads on spikes on display. Marius's tent was a good distance from the others, as the stench was almost unbearable, even for soldiers. A bizarre carving, painted with what looked suspiciously like blood was left outside, and Varrick knew best than to touch it. The tent of the twins, with Several straw targets and bullseyes lined up for target practice, all with the arrows almost perfectly aligning with the centers. Gordain's tent was almost like a hub of smaller tents-It served as the second infirmary, where the critically wounded were taken. The Mage's only condition for joining the band was that Varrick would allow him to use his powers to the fullest daily, trying to save as many soldiers as possible.

And of course, right in the Center, The Ogre's Tent. It was larger than the rest, with weapon racks and small trophies from his many conquests to be found both in the exterior and the interior. On top of it, a Stuffed Troll's head-His first real Trophy. A permanent reminder of the might of the man inside.

Of course, it was easily large enough to accommodate them all. Varrick liked having space, and the tent itself doubled as a command post. However, before he could make the announcement, the was some more commotion outside. Much to his horror, Krugh entered the tent carrying a badly wounded Siv. Varrick's concern was suddenly plainly visible on his features as he set her on the large table and Gordain rushed to inspect the damage and treat her.

"How....How did this happen Krugh? Ambush?"

"No, Boss! The Cat was a lot more fierce than I'as 'xpecting. And there was this idiot elemental whore -pah!- she ruined our surprise. I wanted to let the Beast gut her, but Siv 'ere wanted to save her for some bloody reason! Gah, if she wasn't so badly bloodied, I would've gutted the little twat. She even stole my kill! I SPEARED THE DAMN THING THROUGH, BUT NO! HER AND HER LITTLE FIRE TRICKS HAD TO COME ALONG! GREAHHHHHHHH!"

Krugh angrily slammed his fist against the ground. He always did that when he could not vent his fury on something made of flesh. Varrick ignored him. There was nothing he could do other than give him a raid soon.

"Aight Var. She's kinda banged up, but she will live. I just need a few minutes here... She should be conscious in a moment... In the meantime, Don't you have something to announce to everyone? Over wine, preferrably. I was really hoping this wouldn't be such a taxing night...."

"Oh, right, Right. So, everyone. Behold! I am now the Marshal of House Vogual! I'd like to start hearing suggestions!"
He went over to a barrel with some of his finest beer, preserved especially for such occasions. He opened a crate of mugs andbegan handing them to his band-mates.

Location: Inside his tent, in the War Camp

Interactions: Siv( ShadowBroker ShadowBroker ), Tovelson( High5ives High5ives )
 
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Aire of House Mercer
Aire realized just how boring his life had become, with no mercenary jobs given by Lord Mercer, or anyone for that matter, he had no choice but to tend to the stables. As he was cleaning the stables and the horses, Aire looked a few stalls down and saw Dia, the black steed that he had ridden to bring back the horse that Lady Eavan took. He went up to the steed and stroked his neck and muzzle, then he thought about how fast and strong Dia was,
"Maybe I could ask Lord Mercer if I could keep you," he said.

Aire finished his tasks in the stables and began to think about how he was going to ask Lord Mercer about keeping Dia. He did this while leaning against the well and eating a mixture of nuts and dried fruits that he had made the night before, then a realization hit him that brought doubt upon him,
"When would I ever get the chance to ride him besides from here to back home?"
Aire could ask Lord Mercer if he had any need to hire his services once more, but if he didn't then Dia would only cost him more coin.​

[Location: Mercer Castle Stables] [Interacting: N/A]
 
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  • [div class="Img"] [div class="Image"] 590452 [/div][/div] [div class="Name"] Siv Haralddöthier of The Company of Farlon's Marauders [/div]

    Siv would have been bleeding out if not for the Elemental's help - even though it would not be stated by The Orc. As the both of them arrived to Varric's tent instead of her own. She continued to be unconscious as she recovered from the uneven battle.

    Although she been struggling to wake up on her own, the dream itself drift her soul back to her idea of heaven - the great hall. She dreamed of a great hall of golden's floor and red rivers, a bridge made out bones of giants and columns risen underneath the ground as spears thrusting upon the shields that cover the ceiling of the whole room. At the end of it all, A deer that shines with the strength of the sun itself, blank eyes that stare forward without blinking once, and whenever it does if ever, it could feel as if the whole universe would go dark. The warmth not of heat but of welcoming surrounded her as never before, the thunder commanded all the dead within the hall, venerated legends of the Old, to feast without end as they all earned so.

    She made only one single step forward as a hand stopped her completely, reaching for her chest-guard. The man holding her was her father himself. Though he looked different, without the burden of life, the cloak of the years gone for good. The attrition of war seemed lighter on him and his scars seemed comforting. He smiled as everything in him shined and said, "Sibby- Please remember..." both of his hands reaching out to her shoulders as she already began to feel at home, "You will always be my döthier..."

    The dreamn began to collapse as the deer, known to be the guarding of the sanctuary, began to scream powerfully. Harald took his ax ready for battle as the feast ended and the war began, and all those within the hall raised their sword - and as the scream became stronger, just as its glowing figured followed, by the second; Siv, woke, up.

    Siv breath deeply, the truth pain came quickly as a bolt of electricity crossed her spine. The discomfort forced her to breath quicker and giving away her state of consciousness, her awareness. Her hand reached out for her chest as she remembered the pain of being burned, cut, impaled and left to die on the forest. She thought that was what had happened, her memory failing as she recovered bits to bits of what happened for her to end up there - upon a table, defeated and among people she was meant to work with, for Varrick's sake.

    She no longer was within the air the of the dream, the warmth of good company. She did no longer have her spear nor her pride of an undefeated warrior but the wounds of failure still spreading through her veins like the flow of a corrupted river caring her breath down into silence. At the end, she devised Varrick who was just simply feasting... feasting for something she could not yet bring herself to understand.

    She attempted to raise from her laying position, sit down and face his liege as she want meant to do so in some sense of her righteous duty. "Varrick-" She responded in kind, resting a hand still on her chest and her whole other arm extending to face him, "-I failed." throwing the whole blame of the hunting failure on her, and her alone. [div class="Line"][/div] Mentions: Athanas Athanas
    Interactions: Athanas Athanas
    Location: Camp's main tent.

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[div class="Img Head"]595218[/div] [div class="Tags hidden" style="margin-left:5px;"]Interacting:
Mentioned: txlos txlos
Located: Millhold training rounds

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KILIAN SLOAN

An exasperated sigh slipped past the green captain's tongue, an exhaustion present on his lips. "Aye the stubborn rascal is". As the pair closed the distance towards the paddock, Kilian placed the reins of the work horse in the hands of the eldest Mercer, an exchange Rogan seemed most fond of. Straw and hay crunched beneath the brigand's leather boots as he opened the stable door and let loose his loyal buckskin, letting the stallion run free, knowing Argo's heart far too well than to expect him to be confined for the morn and in turn willingly be shackled again by a saddle. " 'ye know, I understand your father's actions" Said the ginger, his eyes following Argo as his mane flew through the winter air, the beating of hoofs across freshly plowed grass finding it's way to his ears. He could feel the confused and angered eyes of a frustrated woman behind him as he watched on, and in seeking to mitigate Linota's feelings he attempted to reassure her. "But i'm afraid you're no sheep" He said with a sly grin, a calloused finger reaching out into the chilled wind to reference the frolicking before them. " 'Ye a bit more like Argo here las" The sound of his smile bleeding through his words. It was this quality that seemed to pull him to Linota, that ever-present rebellious spirit.

Kilian spun on a heel, his back facing his steed as Argo began to make rounds closer to his partner, the man's sharp eyes, the kind whose vision saw beyond any silly facade his audience might throw at him, met Linota's. "Lin, you were born high" a worn hand reached out to touch Linota's, Kilian's strikingly different skin brushing again's the woman's palm as he took the reins from her. "But that don't make you who you are, not truly" Kilian reached out a dirt covered hand, pressing softly against Linota's chest just where her heart would be "That does". Another smile found it's place on the sellsword's face, an expression he seemed unable to hide around the naive girl. Again the man spun, struggling to put away the stubborn grey-mane, cursing all the while as the sinking hoof's of Argo began to approach the party.​


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