The Lands of Luxum

[Blitzer]

Coran landed gracefully on hhis feet and considered drawing his sword. No, he'd rather not reveal his trump card right now. The old man should have now felt the affect of his power right now. He grinned and charged again his feet light. Well, now they would get to see how to fight with armor. The old man wasn't to quick which allowed him to fight without a weapon. Coran blocked the multiple strike from the old man's staff with his strong gauntlets. Without much magic, this old man would be his. He reached out and grabbed the old man by his neck in between on of the old man's attacks. The man tried to knock him off with a staff attack but he knocked the staff away. "You should understand what is happening right now. Please surrender, I don't want to kill you."

The old man nodded slowly and threw his hands into the air. Coran dropped him and walked out of the arena.

 

[Albion]

"Soldiers! FORM UP!" Formil roared, and a horn accompanied this. The Militia pulled up to the front with their shields, placing their shields in a interlocking manner in front of them or over their heads if they were farther back, accompanied by the household guards who also held their shields as part of the shield defense. The pikes poked out from the formation, looking like a queer porcupine. Some of them also manned the tree log they had chopped and sharpened into a ram, covered by the shields. The peasants held back, holding rocks or the occasional hunting bow. Formil dismounted, joining the men in the formation. "RANGED! READY! AIM! FIRE!" Then he watched as rocks and arrows sailed overhead. One hit a man on one of the platforms next to the palisade wall. He flew down, tumbling back. There was a sickening crack, letting Formil know he was dead. Another arrow pierced the padded armor one of the bandits was wearing, and he shrieked. "SHIELDS! ADVANCE!" The soldiers began to move forward slowly, accompanying the ram. They marched up the hill, the thudding of arrows hitting the shield quite loud. Formil watched as an arrow flew threw a gap and hit a man in the eye. He shrieked and fell to the ground. Formil put his shield where the man had been holding his shield.

After a solid few minutes of walking, they reached the gate. The soldiers, having rehearsed this, put their shields in a sloping manner over the ram as it heaved back and forth. CRACK. CRACK. Suddenly the gate flew open, and his men let out a bloodcurdling war cry as they charged in. They ran onto the battlements, cutting down the defense. Formil joined them, Arnim alight. He cut down the commander, who pissed his breeches just before his arm was cut and seared from his torso. Formil kicked the man off the battlements, sending him screaming below. Putting out his sword, he watched as his men finished off the rest of the enemies. He spotted a few corpses bearing the shield of his house, but the garrison had been killed. Retreating down the steps, he ordered his men to man the fortifications, repair any damage, and assess the populace. Sheathing his sword, Formil walked through the streets.A few peasants peered out of their doors, and seeing him walking through the streets, they seemed in disbelief. But a moment later, they began to cheer loudly. "The Heir! The Heir has returned!" He grinned under his visor and waved. Then he spotted the ugly, crooked keep. He scowled and walked towards the building, which was charred black with an outcropping like a witch's nose. He kicked open the door, and one of the last remaining guards charged at him. He cut the man from shoulder to hip, sending him tumbling back. There was a fat man there, hiding in horror. Formil lifted him up by his hood, causing his many chins to jiggle in terror. Dropping the man and putting his sword to the man's throat. "You. How dare you hurt these people, swear fealty to the monster who claims our Kingdom? Traitor. Traitor to your home." Formil pushed his sword forward, piercing his fifth chin slightly. "Please, please don't kill me, I had to, I had to swear fealty or he would have taken away my estate. Please, oh wise and kind Formil, please don't kill me. Spare me, spare me!" Formil scowled and pushed his sword further. The piggish man squealed in pain. "You lost your right to live the moment you started harming the farmers, the crofters, the peasants of the land. To harm these people for your own gain, to steal bread from them so you can stay fat..." Formil lost control then, and he cut the man's throat.

Just then one of his household guards stepped in. "My King, I have good news. The nearby village of Greenacre, home to about three hundred people, have risen and raised your banner. But... an enemy army marches on the village to raze it to the ground." Formil looked around the now dishevelled keep. "Leave a hundred twenty men here, and we'll bring the best of our men to the village. Leave Taramir here to keep the garrison under control and drill them. Get the rest of the men formed up and ready to march. If we make good time we can camp in the village and set up fortifications. Also, order any man who can write to write a few letters. I am going to send declarations to the major lords of Maxar Unum and their former vassals of Lond Angren's return." The man nodded his head and exited. Looking at the scene in disgust, Formil left and mounted up, waiting for the rest of the men to gather up. Once they had, he called for march. The letters had also been sent by raven.

After reaching the village and setting up some minor fortifications, they slept for the night. when morning came, he saw three hundred enemy soldiers. But he also spotted the men of Baron Tulien, sure to raise for his cause when the moment was right. There was the army of Duke Lanidar, making up at least half the army. Duke Lanidar was likely to join him too. In all, there was maybe a hundred enemy soldiers who would actually fight for Takkar. Now all he had to do was wait for the battle to commence and let the Baron and Duke join with his forces. ( Kazami42 Fishman Lord )

(If you are a lord in Maxar Unum or one of it's former vassals, you can go ahead and reply to that at will.)

 

[General Deth Glitch]

Valabion-Ancintaine Border​

"These are not guards. These are people who feel as I do. I protect them at this moment, from your wicked attacks. You say the Hoards are no different from the Caliphs. While I would incline to agree that both are vile, the Caliphs want an end to war, even if it be through a war. The Hoards want war for the sake of it." He attempted to speak back over the incoming words when he just stopped. "What makes the Valabion cause better then any other? You are not listening to me! I do not support Valabion, nor Ancintaine. But at least Valabion is currently defending its lands against the greedy queen while she marches on to slaughter many for her expanding greed. I do not support Valabion. I do not support any land. I support Peace. Sometimes you must risk life for such a noble aim. For many are too hardened by the darkness of life to embrace its light. But to have peace, the fire of war must be snuffed. Sometimes you can let the fire burn to death, sometimes you must smother it yourself." Then he saw the ragged band. While it did not sit right with him, it looked enough like refugees to gain his interest. "Come, friend. Away from these merchants of death. Tell me of your plight, that I may help." H HeckingHeck Math

Meanwhile:

Tree of Railiani​

"He is dealing with the situation well" said the Blue Mage to whoever could hear, as he scryed the interdiction on the border. "I will go to the border. I need to do something about this mess." He said as he rose from his scrying pool and left the inner trunk of the tree. "I am going to the front." he announced as he left. Two Orcs and four men armed as heavily as a royal guard followed him as he went to meet the group defending the villiage. "We shall smother some fires. Then these warlords may deign to speak with me." he said to the sky, fire in west he felt. Suddenly he knew the next age of conflict had just begun, perhaps he would need more from this then just peace. Perhaps he would need to take a stand. Kazami42 Fishman Lord

Eastern Caliphate
The Elf and the Dwarf followed the Guards down to where the Caliphs army was camped down in the south, the trip would be long, to cover such distances was always thus. The Elf on his tall, while horse, looked imposing and grand. Like a King. The Dwarf was the opposite. He sat atop a pony and rode crouched with a gruff and almost angry expression. However both were equal in skill and breeding. Not that one could tell from a glance. Kazami42 Fishman Lord​

 

[HeckingHeck]

Sir Veras Emrys
"The Brown Cloak"
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"Wicked attacks? How dare you?" Veras said disgustedly though almost as if he was exaggerating, like one may act towards a friend. Though the mage was hardly what one would call a friend by his standards. "You wound me"

A couple sniggers could be heard from the back as Veras looked from behind him atop a tower by the gate which the mage stood. Likewise, it was full of archers. He could see some soldiers forming what appeared to be a defensive line although hardly necessary. Although mages were powerful he thought mages can't take on a whole army.

"The peasants you bring with you are awefully heavily...armed by their standards," Veras mused, a couple archers near him smiling," And so I'll make it clear to you Kilda, I believe your name is, I do not work for the Acintainian crown. You'd be better off speaking to the true mercenaries and Lords seeking fortune. If you are so naive as to truly want peace in this world then you ought to be speaking to royalty. Then again, it would be your head on a plate not mine"

Veras shrugged innocently, smirking as he looked down on the mage. Now he ought to be careful with his words now or he might risk angering the mage. Veras of course needed to be diplomatic. Surely the followers of Raillani are not so naive in this world. For all the good they've at least attempted to do, what these folks so now are surely going to get them killed. Should they return to their village they may as well be hung for treason speaking of war like this.

"Let me make it clear to you mage that I do not support the queen and all she stands for. I fight for the people of Acintaine, not the feckin' ruler," Veras stated, almost screaming at the mage. His voice certainly echoed for a moment, "You want peace in a world of war. You speak to aid the peasantry where they'll be killed when you leave. My army for the most part were born peasants. Affected by war, needing of pay. Peace will not feed my army, their families or their family's families. The Caliphate's have already caused a struggle against each other, killing many innocent lives. The hordes are their own culture, fighting for their beliefs. It is not our place to judge a culture we know so little about. Perhaps mage, we can make a deal. My army and I will not attack the villages however you will in return aid me in my coming battles against Valabion Manors and castles. Against the Lord's who 'oppress' the peasantry of Valabion. Hell, I'll even give some of the loot to villages. What say you?"

Veras looked at the mage before looking in the direction in which he spoke. Seeing the caravan of 'refugees' as Kilda would believe the bunch looked heavily armed. Despite the rag tag Appearance of the caravan it had an awful lot of protection. It left Veras wondering how such a poor state of men could afford such extravagant guards.

"Fetch me 40 horses, light and heavy! We make for the caravan near us," Veras shouted at his Captains, immediately scrambling the riders to hop upon the horses," You needn't worry mage. We will not harm them if they are unworthy of being harmed. Besides, I'm sure the lot could defend themselves decent although they'd all be slaughtered if they tried"

It was a dark jest as Veras climbed down the tower, his stallion being fetched for him. He was uncertain how the mage would react though certain it would not be good.

General Deth Glitch Math

 

[Albion]

Formil had won the battle. Twenty four men had been killed, their lives never to return, but he had eliminated fifty of their men, many of them bearing the personal colors of the King Takkar. The rousing cheers after the last charge of the enemy had been shattered on his men's shields had been resounding. The enemies had retreated. But how many more lives of good, honest Lond Agrenians would be lost before he put his Kingdom to rights? He had the support of two towns behind him. Besides the capital, which was ruled with an iron fist and would not be able to rise for him if they even did until he had the support of the other five towns. He needed a stronger force. He could hire mercenaries, but how long would his measly coin purse of 5000 crowns last him? No, he ought to train his peasants into a strong fighting force of militia. And archers, the lack of archers since the battle at the Bridge had been evident. Maybe he could import a few crossbows and train some elite crossbowmen. But all thing considered, he needed allies inside of Lond Angren. so he found himself at his requisitioned desk, writing two letters, both identical.

To Duke Lanidar / Baron Tulien.
You are good men, I know. You served my father duly, as your father did before you. But you have been forced to pay fealty to a false lord to prevent your people from being harmed. I know you would do no such thing. Join my cause, fight for my side, return the proper family to the throne. I am not ungenerous to those who help me in my cause. Titles, gifts, even marriages, all of these can be arranged... but fealty, fealty I must have. If you wish to join my cause, send a messenger to Thalar's Hill southeast of here. One of my men shall await your reply.
The Rightful King Formil
Formil ordered two men. one to send the messages to both lords, and one to await at the hill with a small guard and a message meant only for the lords. After that, Formil began planning his next battles. Should no villages or towns further raise his banner, which was unlikely but not impossible, he would move in a two pronged attack, capturing villages on both sides of the capital with small, well trained forces while his main force kept the enemy force occupied. Once he held sufficient towns and villages under his control, he would siege any remaining enemy castles and encircle the capital. It would cost many lives - how many lives, he could not know, but he could only hope this war would be resolved soon, and with few deaths. He swore that on Arnim.
@kazami fish (@ system isnt working rn)

 

[Kent]

Reinhardt watched the duke's match. He knew him, in fact, they met a couple of times. His house wasn't that major, but it still held power and influence in the Maxar Unum military, though not to the extend of Wisteria's. It seemed that his house was also the victim of the purge. Reinhardt is aware of the duke's power, magic nullifying. He would inevitably be able to fight him. He would not be able to use magic while in the near vicinity of the duke, but he is still able to use the power bestowed upon him by being the sword saint. Even without his powers, sword fighting skills alone, the duke wouldn't stand a chance, but perhaps he could be mistaken. He then walked away from the spectating balcony and prepared his fight with the bird.

The arena doors opened and he walked inside. His opponent was another bird armed with a shield and a slightly smaller sword. Reinhardt smiled as the audience around him chanted his name. The announcer then announced the start of the match. Reinhardt ran towards the bird, unarmed, his sword still sheathed. He'll show them a little bit of magic, as it would be a little useless when he is gonna fight the duke. His fists then glowed white. The power of his first has increases by tenfolds. He aimed his punch to the bird's shield while still keeping track of all of his movements.
Kazami42

 

[Ghost Toast]

Guerrier sat alone in his chamber. It was his seat of power, the commander of the fortresses old chamber that he had refashined it into his own. He sat on the balcony, alone, as he watched the dockyard. It was busy, with his men prepping ships for combat and bringing in the latest loot. Guerrier smiled upon this. These were true men, people who wanted this war to be over and were tired of the Queen of Anctaine's aggression and the idiocy of the King of Valabion. Every night he would eat with these men, drink with them and sing about how they would bring the two kingdoms together in peace. Guerrier knew most of these men would die in the main assault and it saddened him, but he reminded himself he would bring peace to the Kingdoms

He looked across the sea to the coast of Valabion. A red, boiling hatred filled him when he looked across the sea to that kingdom. He did not hate the people, no, but their king and his court. They had betrayed him, if they had only went along with what he wanted, there would be peace right now. However, they backstabbed him and left him to dry. He would kill their entire family and all would know to never betray the true King of Anctaine and Valabion

However, a courier woke him from his thoughts and said "Your Majesty, we have news!". Guerrier got up and said "What is it?". The courier gave him a letter and Guerrier began to read it. It was one he had expected. The Queen of Anctiane had declared herself Queen of Valabion, not doubt stealing it from him. No matter, but what interested Guerrier was the introduction of Ser Veras Emerys into Anctiane. It maddened him that he did not support him, but he was sure he could be turned around. He soon began to write two letters and gave them to courier and said "The one with the stamp of Valabion is to be given to the public for all to hear and it is to be copied and given to every tavern to the Valabion-Anctaine border. The one with the Anctaine symbol is to be given to Ser Veras. Is this understood?". The courier ran off and soon aboarded the next ship for Yormainia and Gurrier relaxed in his chair as he drank some wine, hoping that many would answer his call to arms. The letter to the public would ask for them to join him and head to Hamdun, the most northern port in Yormainia. The letter addressed to Ser Veras would promise his family's lands back in Anctiane if he joined him and that the Queen would never give him his lands back

 

[Crumbli]

Khadak frontier
"Courage is in their water, but death in our air."​

"Curse'd!" A word full of magic shatters the still air and echoes in the veins of all those who use it. A man dressed in green robes with leather armour draws a fine blade from its luxurious sheath. "Witches, heathens, abominations and green skins, you're all the same. Not a single one of you belong here and yet you come." He takes a step back, pointing his rapier towards an elderly woman knelt on the ground. Beside her were two other women, a babe and a boy. "Do you think I enjoy this? That I get some sort of pleasure out of enforcing the king's rule?" Behind the line of women and children stood two men in full suits of steel with large pikes. The elderly woman goes to stand and is grabbed by the shoulder and pushed down to the ground. "I saw you use magic, the fae light you summoned wasn't natural." He moves his rapier to rest on her throat and pushes firm. "You did this." His rapier pierces through the sagged skin of her neck and finds itself wedged on her spine.
"Do you think the others are witches too?" Asks one of the two pikemen. The man in green nods looking to the muddy soil around them. The fog was lifting and dawn's early rays broke through the smattering of trees nearby shining golden rays onto the women and children. "It's better to be safe than sorry." He pulls on his rapier, plucking it from the elderly woman's throat as blood begins to spill from her open mouth and puncture wound. "When you see the heavenly king, witch. Remind him his loyal servant Elion Aux Gyldenvi sent you to be judged accordingly. Perhaps the babe and boy will be forgiven."

The day is in full swing, birds alive in the air and the soldiers packing their tents. "My lord, are you sure you don't wish to remain here a little longer? The frontier's been manageable with your aid." A man clad in imperial vestments and loose pieces of steel armour protecting his joints rushes over to meet with Elion. "Aye. I'm afraid it's not my choice. We've postponed our journey for as long as the king would allow. Our doves speak of forests where trees are no longer planted." Elion often spoke in code when referring to his inquisition objectives and duties. The scantly armoured man nods to Elion and offers a salute. "You're sure you couldn't stay a few days more? We hear a warband is on its way." Elion smiles and reaches a hand out to pat the man on the shoulder. His troops begin packing the mules with their tents, whistling to signal each other for departure. He looks over his shoulder at the departing crusaders and back to the man. "We aided you in recruiting new men, even a handful of orcs who had the faith. You'll manage. I have faith in you and the new recruits." He pauses a moment and checks over his shoulder again as hooves come stomping up behind him. "Lord Elion, we stay upon your leisure. Only the keepers and swans remain to finish packing."
"As you wish, Neria. Begin the march." He turns to face the man once more. "Have faith in yourself, minister. You'll be pleased at its outcome." The minister looks away from Elion and begins to return to the more permanent guard structures of the frontier. "Until your return, my lord!" He calls from over his shoulder. Elion turns to face his slow marching crusaders and exhales through his nose in contentment. He clicks and calls out, "Abigail!" His steed trotting over to him already saddled up for the ride ahead. He gracefully hoists himself up onto her back and gently strokes her neck. "We march through the frontier to the eastern caliphate! Only two stops this march so make sure you stick to the front of the march if you plan to take a piss break!" A few of the crusaders chuckle, pointing out to each other that they hadn't listened to his advice before. Not as many as he'd hoped though. They all knew where they were going. "Through the furnace to enter the cookery pot" he murmurs to himself as he trots his way to the front of the convoy.

 

[Kazami42]

TOURNAMENT

After the current matches, the princess was rather left somewhat unamused. It did not impress her nor lasted long enough to be considered semi-enjoyable to her. In a matter of fact, even though the crowd would lose their minds, the princess would find herself yawning and yearning for actual entertainment. The closest she had gotten to that wish, was when the crowd would start randomly screaming after the first "battle" ended. Of course there would be battles that happened before the other guy would come back, but at least they lasted longer than a few seconds or less. Of course she would just smile while watching however, as she believed that the following match ups would be more than just cannon fodder. However she expected more out of the duke's match, considering the old man was a very talented warrior in his time. But then again, she didn't expect someone wearing heavy armor she hasn't seen before in the land to enter the tournament either. She also expected him to have opened his staff, but she guessed that it wasn't a viable option. However one of his various students would soon come up to fight, and prove his own worth for as long as he possibly could.

The fight would soon begin. The birb would soon walk through a opened arena gate, proceeding 18 steps infront. Soon afterwards the gate closing. He chose not to wear any armor besides a helmet, bringing with him only a shield but primarily only covering the torso. The shield would also be somewhat extremely angular with a pointed end on the bottom. Along with his shield that was colored red and white, he was equipped only with a one handed sword upon his right. The shield's coloring also made it difficult to display what material it was made out of besides the rim. The sword he carried would have a golden hand guard... He would only return to his opponent a angered stare through his helmet. [Similar to a spartan helmet.] Once his opponent started to run up towards him from across the arena, he did not faulter. He only took his defensive position, his right leg back and his left leg front. He would raise his shield infront of him to cover himself, and only awaited his enemy. Once the opponent had rushed him and attacked, he would punch the shield. The force of course somewhat creating a dent and pushing back, however at the same time the birb would have used the momentum against his target. While he looked completely static and unmoving to his target the entire time until impact, he was infact readied for this moment. He would make it seem as if the opponent had forced through, however due to also being oddly slippery despite the lack of present liquids, the fist would also be even more deflected while the birb proceeded to turn his left arm to the side. While keeping the shield close as possible, he would then quickly thrust his right arm out and stab at the opponent. However, not allowing his arm further past his shield with only the base of the sword being all that goes further past the shield. In the same time he would move the shield back infront of him to prevent him from being open.

Another match for the duke would be selected as well, with a side match if it doesn't go as planned. If this match against the rein fails, then a new opponent would be brought in to face the duke.
Kent Blitzer


Eastern Cali

One of the guards would just look back at the two to see if they were still there. They would just look infront of them again and shake their head.[Yeah sorry, this is the weakest part of the post due to time it has taken.]
General Deth Glitch

Thalar's Hill

2 messengers would have arrived separately. One had stated that they are willing but under the condition of retaining command of their troops and capable of helping with training. The other was unconditional.
Albion

Everything else about house wister

The house's spy network in the Henda islands would discover some military activity. Some of the minor transportation of military arms and supplies to the southern island, a heavily guarded supply convoy to the north, a few minor information on only nearby military movement, and a very small scale uprising in the south east. The attempts much earlier that has been going on for quite awhile now to buy local business establishments, would have been meet with mostly only negativity. Only the weaker-economically business would have given in to the attempts, and thus only a slight profit of 500 currency would be earned in return, while the larger amount of money given to them would be taken by the families. After awhile, the lord would of gotten word about someone requesting an audience. Out of curiosity, the lord decided to go investigate himself.
Kent

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NIPPON AND THE UNUM

Further recruitment attempts had raised 3 volunteers. Due to this, the village closest to the coast would be where Kumiko would reside.
Back on Nippon however, 4 people from the same fishing village would have decided to accept Akiko's proposal.
Back at the shrine, Akiko would be in a room one level lower than the top. It was a dark closed room only lit by a makeshift form of torch, with the intention of being similar to a candle but filling the entire room in a orangish - yellow light. Not much in the way of furnishings existed in the room, with some art upon the walls and a side-room leading to her bow. The art consisted of the local surroundings and the shrine itself. Showing various forests, mountains, the shrine, what appears to be caves, and other stranger locations. However the forests, mountains, and shrine would be the only art-decor anywhere else throughout the structure besides statues and many more. She would walk up to something similar to a table, with a circular middle that is missing leading down to the bottom end seemingly to the floor. It would of been used for different purposes, one of which containing purified water and it also had some remnants of ash on the bottom. However this time it was filled with a slightly glowing green liquid, having been mixed with water. Akiko would then take a leaf that was placed on the left side with her right hand, and lower it into the liquid. Moments later, she would take it out and it would do something different than what she has known. Instead of melting away, it only appeared dry and glowing green before melting and generating some warmth in the process. After the process which had lasted an equal time as being inserted had passed, what would remain would cease to emit a glow and warmth. Seemingly being similar to what it once was except in a more unshapely fashion. Soon afterwards, she would grab two handles on the side of what is in the hole and pull out a large potof the liquid. She would walk up to the wall, slide it open after setting the pot down, and then after picking it up she would throw it off the side. It eventually falling into the rocks, and eventually draining seemingly into them. However there was no effect at all, and it was more likely drained into the caves. Akiko would then close the "wall" and place the pot back, before sitting down and closing her eyes in a fashion of thought or relaxation.​

 

[Albion]

Formil grinned effusively. His messenger had returned, bearing grand news - the Duke had accepted under the condition of keeping control of his troops, and the Baron had agreed unconditionally. The Baron's troops, fifty in all, had arrived to support him, actually. Combined with his soldiers already with him and the men brought back, his numbers were somewhere around two hundred ninety. He had left behind thirty eight men in the fort to control it. Now for the main battles. Forty men, he decided, would march north. He sent a messenger to the Duke, with the information of their strategy entailed. The Duke would take all his men and march through the south, taking all towns and villages in the south. His forty men would take the villages and towns in the north. Meanwhile, his two hundred and fifty would harry the enemy's main force, and if they could gain the advantageous ground force them into an attack. If they succeeded, they could greatly damage the enemy's force. King Takkar would be greatly weakened, and when all towns and villages were pacified, they would siege the capital. He saw no flaws with this plan, and so he ordered it carried out.

He and his men rode out the next day. First the Northern group, who moved towards Freeflowers. The Messenger moved towards the Duke's camp. And his army marched towards the retreating enemy army, to their last known location. He sent out scouts ahead of course, to ensure no ambush.

Two weeks later
His men had caught up to the straggling and weakened enemy army. In all, they numbered perhaps seventy, without their allies the Duke and Baron. Thus, he sent his vanguard, twenty pikes as well as three of his household guards, to attack them and halt their marching away from them. Formil's main force would advance immediately and attack them as soon as possible.
Kazami42 Fishman Lord (in terms of successful capturing of enemy villages as well as the battle against the enemy.)

 

[Math]

(i spent last 3 days changing timezones sorry for not being active)

Valabion-Acintaine Border
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The Caravan took notice of the gathering of mounts by the Acintaine defense immediately, it would seem they'd be met with two score horsemen. Karleviærrson predicted they'd follow up with a vanguard spearhead offensive right after the initial cavalry charge.

"Men, the Ancintaine holding is sending men our way, I need twenty volunteers to pick up spears and head towards the direction of their advancement, hold in a line formation, and brace for the attack!"

Among the fifty mercenary armsmen the Yormainian had hired, there was great disorganization and chaos without the proper military training the surrounding militants held. Once the volunteer spearmen had begun marching, skirmishers were called to stick in the backlines, ordered to hold their fire until the horses of the enemy cavalry were unconcealed completely, and close enough to the infantry group so that they'd be able to follow up, and bleed the cavalry division, if not wipe it out. The last of all mercenaries within the camp were to arm themselves with miscellaneous weapons from every last carriage, and conceal themselves within the wild growth of weeds adjacent to the armed formation of the caravan. they'd be ordered to clear out all of the dismounted cavalry, and cover the rest of the small army for a tactical retreat, if need be. Those who were not armed were taken to the far back line of the formation, or told to take the valuables away from the main battle and disguise themselves beneath forestry. Some able men that were not mercenaries took up weapons on their own accord, and were ordered to form their own division and support the combat from a defensive position, if needed. They'd force the cavalry to scatter and pick the ones who fell behind from a distance, while the main spears and swords of the formation did the heavy lifting.

The Caravan was holding strong, Karleviærrson and several other major representatives were sent to the front, and lifted a heavy white flag, signifying the invitation for negotiations. Several men broke the formation to act as bodyguards.

"Prepare your axes and shields, they may take this as an opportunity to ambush us."

H HeckingHeck
General Deth Glitch

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[Blitzer]

Duke Coran GladeWatcher sat in the sidelines next to one of his bodyguards. The times were ripe, and his soldiers were growing dull. He didn't have the money to maintain his army for more than another year. It was time to act. This letter from King Guerrier came at a perfect time. He didn't have full support yet but that could change. If anything, if this King failed to come through, Coran would come out ahead in any position. Say this king died, who but his faithful supporter would inherit the throne. Of course finally being a Duke in lands and tittle would be nice. He began to pen a response to this letter promising acceptance with a few conditions. His force was the larger force for that matter. Now he also sent a letter to his Duchy to start recruiting and training militia forces. It was time to start the war cry.

The next match with that lord from Westeros. He gave his bodyguard orders to watch the match and observe his technique while he continued to write.

 

[Possibly The Inquisition]

Minar Dium-Eastern Sarybian Caliphate Border

"Sir, we can't keep doing this. We pose as holy men, this is sacrilege..." He poked his head past the tents cloth covering and glanced around the village, the commotion and sounds of pleading ate away at his virtue. "I understand we used to be holy men, but this gives us no excuse. This is -still- below us." He placed his kite shield against the weapons rack in the tent. Luther sat in front of him, on a shoddy table, he held a quill in hand. "Alberich, you are one of my finest Stahlbruders. I would have hoped you'd have understood the weight of your own words. Perhaps take a moment to think about what you said." Alberich looked confused. "I don't follow, sir." Luther shakes his head. "We -used- to be holy men. Consider our situation. I have one hundred and sixty men to take care of... Look. I understand its not exactly right but its the only way." He'd pause momentarily, "Besides. Nobody cares, these sods believe us to be on a holy mission." He would stand himself up almost hitting his head against wooden frame holding up the tent's cloth ceiling. Two men would enter the room dragging a man with them. They'd throw him against the mostly hay floor upon fully entering the tent. The man inquires, "Why sir? We have done no wrong?" Luther would step up to the man, "Don't worry, we are only taking enough for the journey out of here. If anything, your merchants are to blame for their ludicrous prices." Luther would give a most certainly fake laugh. The man would stare at Luther bizarrely, "But you have taken almost all of our grain... Sir..." he would spit out with what little courage he could muster. Luther would step closer to the man and bend over to place himself at eye level with the man. "Now, now. Are you saying you want us to give you less mouths to feed? Because that is what I'm hearing." The man would stare with diluting pupils. "I... Never mind, sir. Nobody needs to do anything rash." Luther would give an unsettling grin, "I am glad we understand each other." He would stand up straight, placing his hands behind his back, making sure not to hit his head against the wooden frames once more. "Take him back to his home. We are on a holy mission. Aren't we boys? Lets hop-to." The two men who brought the man would laugh before lifting up the man once more and dragging him back to where they came from. Luther would smile at Alberich who would frown and nod his head, taking his leave. Luther would sit down on his shoddy and creaky chair with a smile, picking up his quill. "Nine bags of grain from..."​

 

[Crumbli]

Khadak frontier
"Courage is in their water, but death in our air."

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Abigail trots to the front of the march. Elion looks over his marching troops as he joins his advisory commanders leading the march. "Neria, a word?" Elion bends his head to the side and signals for Neria to follow him away from the others. She nods in agreement and pats a large figure on the back before pulling her reins to the right. The two move out of earshot from the group, standing still as the slow march moves before them. The brown horses stand tip and tail as they speak in a hushed tone.
"You have my attention, my lord." Neria was small for an elf. Her ears were long and she refused a helmet though often hid her hair in a silken cowl dyed a light blue. Her hair was light brown and her eyes a vibrant green. On her hip lay a rapier much like his own and on her back a brown quiver with blue detailing that matches the colour of her silken cowl. "What path have we chosen to traverse the Khadak tribe lands?"
"We're remaining close to the frontier. We had originally intended to attempt a cut through the heart as the warband movements lead us to believe they're camping closer to the frontiers of the caliphate and ourselves. However our birds have informed us otherwise. They claim the hordes are deeper inward and would collide with our original course."
"Why not head directly into the caliphate if we're to remain so close to the border?"
"Their sellsword armies aren't exactly welcoming and anyone caught crossing the frontier or sporting a foreign banner isn't welcomed at the present. The less time we spend in the caliphate, the less risk we have of a confrontation between actual soldiers and our own." She looks around and notes the position of their banner carriers. She returns her gaze to Elion and rolls her shoulders. "Is that all, my lord?"
"The birds," he pauses to observe the sky for any familiar carriers but there were none. "When was the last time we received one? Where's Talon?"
"He's out. I sent word to the inquisition of our movements. Last bird came in three hours ago informing us that those in the nomad paths are undiscovered. As for the inquisition, they're aware of our path. Apparently they've dispatched another inquisition force to deal with a blasphemy problem in the south so they're unable to send aid as of now if we were to need it."
"Glad to hear our whispers aren't heard but a pity from those of the Jade. Anything else?"
"Nothing else worthy of noting, my lord."
“Do we have a translator in the situation we encounter someone beyond the belt? I can speak to others of our kind but the short ones and humans are beyond me.” Neria begins to tug on her reins slowly, turning her horse left and gesturing the two return. “You have Tyral and myself. I doubt we’ll find someone who can’t speak true. I can handle those in the treeless woods and Tyral is familiar with our foes from the north.” Without a word Elion begins a slow canter along side the ranks of troops keeping an eye on the priests in particular. Neria returns to the front and Elion slowly does the same. The march carries on and would do so until the next day's afternoon or until they encountered something unexpected such as a rival army, orcish warband or undocumented settlement.

Upsilon - Valabion
"Someday soon. They will see."​

"A letter for you and your husband, my lady." A woman takes holds out her hand and recieves the letter. The messenger was young, no older than twelve. He bows and runs off from the foyer, out the door and into air. The woman looks over the letter. Its seal was intact and held a symbol she was unfamiliar with. She opens the letter and looks it over. A single word. The letter said, in messy hand writing, "Bosom". Nothing but that word and that word alone. A gag of a note. She shakes her head side to side and heads for a flight of stairs that lead towards her husband's chamber. If there was one place she could find her husband it would be that balcony of his. He loved the balcony as much as he loved anything else in this world.
She places a slippered foot upon the first wooden step and gracefully ascends the flight to the first floor of the fort. Every third step makes a soft creak as the old wood had grown stiff from the cool air. She spins the blank letter over in her hands and smiles at the seal. Now she knew that the letter was a hoax, she could see that the 'seal' was an impression left behind by the side of a pair of pliers. She folds the parchment back over and looks up. She takes a few steps down the hall away from the stairs and applies pressure to thick door. With little pressure it silently swings open.
Now this door was notoriously creeky and to waste an opportunity like this wasn't in her nature. She slips herself into the room and carefully places her feet to avoid making excess noise. She looks around to make sure her husband was present and through the arch to his balcony she could see him. She grins to herself and makes her way over to him. She grows closer, a pounce away from the arch and himself, when alas her plan is foiled as a man announces his pressence. She dives for cover beside the arch and signals for the courier to remain silent. If she was going to get so close, she wasn't about to let duty get in the way of her fun.

She watches him leave the balcony and head towards his letter writing bench. He would be fully involved in his letter writing and her time to find a better hiding place was now. She slipped towards the nearest piece of furniture and hid behind it, her knees to her chest. Her husband was rough with the quill, she could hear it. He declares his finishing and walks over to the chair she was hiding behind. He sits down and she knew now was her chance.
As he begins to relax, pouring himself a glass of wine, she jumps up from behind the chair and wraps her arms around his shoulders. "My lion." She places a gentle kiss on his cheek and hopes she'd given him at least a small fright.
She leans forward and rests her chin on the top of his head. Her grin ever present and her eyes fixed to the door. "How are you, my king?" Her tone was hushed and sweet, carried by the breeze from the balcony and gently resting in his ears. She would wait a moment for his response and squeeze him firmly before letting go and walking beside him. She rests herself on the arm of the chair, setting down the hoax letter on the table beside the wine pitcher. She listens attentively and looks in his eyes with her grin morphing into a satisfied smile. She whispers under her breath, "I love you," before brushing his cheek and waiting for him to finish.
"My king, have you considered asking master Anrodir for his oath?"

Ghost Toast

 

[Clockwork_Magic]

The Drushans

Mortling Fortress, Southern Maxar Unum
The new recruits would be greeted by their trainers as they arrived at the fortress. 4 of the 7 would be trained to be swordsmen while the other 3 would be trained to be archers. Although after their training they will be proficient in using their respective weapons, the fortress' armory is quite empty, so Davon has ordered the raiding party (the one stealing building materials) to also start stealing weapons from local Maxar Unum armories.

The recently acquired building supplies have also arrived at the fortress, but with no one to use them to rebuild the fortress they are currently useless. In order to correct this problem, 2 footmen will be sent out to Maxar Unum territory to find and bring back a suitable workforce, either willingly or not so.

Recruitment for the cause continues as well as building material acquisition.
Fishman Lord Kazami42

Summary:
Training new recuits
Stealing weapons from Maxar Unum
Recruiting/Kidnapping a workforce
Recruitment continues
Building material acquisition continues​

 

[general ostruppen]

Valabion-Acintaine Border
Fort Bastione

Inside a large tent, Jean Antonio had his eye's on the large military table that depicted a political map between Valabion, Acintaine, and troop positions. Several small x blocks were positioned between the borders which told of key positions that must be held. However there was a specific area of the map that made him seem a bit nervous. Suddenly a soldier enters the tent and salutes Antonio. "Sir I have received orders from Lord Gustaff that we are to immediately investigate a suspicious caravan." Antonio turns slightly turns his head slightly to the left but still fixated on the spot he was looking at, "Why would the 20th Corp be bothered to investigate something that mere scouts would accomplish" The soldier approaches Antonio with a scribe and hands it to him, leaving Antonio no choice but to receive it and regrettably read it to himself. "FINE.....We will go investigate this so called suspicious group...Inform the troops that we are set off immediately." The soldier nods and runs out the tent. Antonio sighs and goes to retrieve his officer hat and neatly places it on his head, he then goes to grab his other weapons and equipment and marches out of the tent.

The fort is seen quite lively with troops training and marching around in ranks. Lords could be seen in their highly decorated armored suits and talking amongst other lords with ale and wine within their hands. Antonio was disgusted with the sight of these incompetent fools that dare call themselves 'Leaders'. He moves with haste to his stallion and mounts, afterwards he awaits near the southern entrance where slowly but surely the rest of the 20th corp was seen marching in their respected ranks and groups. 7 groups were seen with about 50 troops each, the all marched and formed 1 large group facing their captain. Then Lord Hicter who was commander of Antonio's heavy cavalry finally showed up . Antonio stares at his men and with a stern look finally speaks, "Men...The higher ups have bestowed upon us a task of which we are to immediately investigate a rather large group of suspicious people near the border. I do not expect any complaints or mistakes, for you are part of the greatest force in Acintaine. So we march!" The troops roar with a cheer as they raise their crossbows and swords alike. "20th CORP! FORM UP!" Immedietly the large band of troops separated into their 7 groups, forming a 2 by 25 deep line each. The cavalry was stationed in the back and Antonio stationed himself in the front. With the corp now ready, they march on.

*4 Hours Later*
After a considerable amount of marching the troops were slowly approaching their destination. Antonio halted his troops and ordered them to take a 10 minute break. The troops were happy to hear as they broke ranks and found any large rocks or spots to rest upon. Antonio noticed a small hill and took upon himself to take advantage of it, he rides up to it where he had a vantage point. However off in the distance he could spot a small group of people in what appeared to be a caravan tho he wasn't sure what kind, it looked like a merchant group but using his telescope there were small batches of lowly clothed individuals. This was quite a sight, he then spotted the front where a large white flag was being hoisted. He was confused but then noticed the horseman in front of them. He trots back to his troops who were still in the middle of their break, "MEN READY FOR BATTLE! FORM UP WIDE LINE FORMATION!" The troops were taken aback but quickly formed their lines. "Lord Hicter I want you to take the cavalry and swing around to the right and await for my command, I will signal you with the beat of the drum. You'll know what it will be of course." Lord Hicter nods and orders the heavy cavalry out. Once the line was formed Antonio pulled out his flute and began to play, along with one of the troops playing a war drum. The troops march forward with their Crossbows shouldered and heads standing high.



@Superboi360 H HeckingHeck General Deth Glitch ​

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[Ghost Toast]

Gurrier laughed when Cherie sneaked behind. As she rested beside the arm of his chair, he sighed and said "Honey, I could get you a chair if you wanted. God knows the ground must be hard on you,". He then gave her a sweet and loving kiss before pulling out and saying "Remind me, my dear, who is Anroidir?". Gurrier soon picked up the gag letter and read it, sighing and said "It was Matthew again, wasn't it dear?"
Crumbli

 

[hudhouse]

Khadak Frontier - Al-Kidha​

Dark blue skies snarled through the air, fighting back relentlessly against the clouds of smoke that refused to die down. The burned to ash city of Al-Kidha had a few souls gather to abuse the death and dismay. Yiadras, a tall necromancer with sharp, pitch black hair and piercing sapphire colored eyes, asked the ragged children around him, "...The material you have gathered, are you all still certain that it can hold magic?" His steps boomed with confidence, and a soft glow came from his skin, which was in sharp contrast to the scared, hunched over children. They all carried thick bags of ingredients and materials, almost as if they were preparing a feast for a prince. One of the braver children responded, "...We think it is. We were waterproofing it with berries..." A quick response came from Yiadras, "...Excellent. Nature always has a supply. Hopefully, this magic will become a part of it..."

Khaos snapped his eyes open a few hours later. Magic coursed through his body, forming what would be similar to a manikin. He twitched and shuffled forward towards Yiadras. Who was this man? Soft chatter clicked out from the world, or was that the reapers? No... no not reapers. they were the kids. Yiadras put a hand to Khaos' head, and filled him with magical knowledge. Words, phrases, a power that could one day grow into a destiny. All of them glowed and forged into the brain of the newborn, and he stood up tall. Yiadras said, "...I have given you your purpose, and I have given you all the knowledge you need to keep them alive... but I think it is best if you do not know of the world affairs. I am a sinful man, so I pray that you do not see the world through my eyes..."

Khaos looked down to the children, and then his father. Information flooded his brain and the feeling to know... to feel... it felt good. He nodded and allowed Yiadras to go back to his previous arrangement. The best thing to do at the moment would be to find plenty of people... like a city, or a town... or maybe even a camp that they could ask directions from. Khaos would look over the ravaged horizon to see distant banners, slowly marching on. Well.. that was easy. Now to just get there...

Summary - Khaos is approaching Crumbli , but are a few miles off

 

[Math]

Valabion-Ancintaine Border​

The summer breeze blew by, however, the mood of the evening was not pleasant. With white flag hoisted, and negotiations ready if the enemy force was to cooperate, The Brown Cloak's own representatives were no where to be seen. Another retinue of Ancintaine militants had approached, they were armed with crossbows, and a small portion of them with sabre and mount. The percussion and woodwinds of their musicians filled the field with an uncanny feeling of safety. They took an unusual formation, lines of ranged Scharfschutze, and the cavalry adjacent took the nearby hill. The units that Karl owned curled their position to face both The Brown Cloak and Jean, while still taking several paces of disengagement movement.

 

[Kent]

House Wiseria

The House Wisteria made an attempt to buy more business establishments from and/or around the city. They have also officially created the Wisterian Trade company and made use of their boats.

 

[Crumbli]

Upsilon - Valabion
"Someday soon. They will see."​

"I heard from the fishermen at the piers about a displaced prince from the south east." She grows quiet a moment as she remembers hearing his name a select few times during her life. Never was his name associated with a particularly glamorous life. "He's the former heir of Lond Angren. My mother had us look into him as a potential.." She drifts off into a memory and grows quiet, looking vaguely at the letter on the table.
She's jolts back from her memories at the slowly spoken words of her husband. She nods with a smile and looks at the letter. "He's but a child. I'm sure we both did worse. Much worse." She moves her left arm and gently rubs Guerrier's back. She picks up where she'd left of as though she'd never stopped at all, "As I was saying, have you sent for him? I hear he's roaming the country side with the remnants of his people. The fishermen spoke of him roaming the countryside with the remnants of his people at least. I doubt he'd have any qualms with claiming land for them to call their own."
She stands from the arm of the chair and brings her arm up from his back to his chin, leaning in for a gentle kiss. Her lips would meet his and remain there for a second before she pulls herself away with a smile. "Let me write to him seeing as how it's clear you haven't already. Your head is wrought with plans for your rightful throne, my king. You rest here with your wine." She leans in once more and places a her lips to his forehead. The corners of her lips pointed upwards in a joyous smile.

She makes her way over to the writer's desk and leans forward, sticking out the back end of her body in a deliberately provocative manner. She shuffles from one leg to the other as she writes trying to gain the attention of her relaxing husband. She dips the quill into the pot of ink and begins to jolt down a quick letter. She keeps as many formalities as she could but tries to be blunt. "Do you wish to read the letter before I send it, my lion?"

Spoiler: The letter reads

"Prince Formil Anrodir of Lond Angren,
We recognise you to be the true ruler of the eastern kingdom and the tribes thereafter your father's reign. We call on you for an oath and summon your banner men to aid in the installation of the true king of Anctaine and his extended realm of Valabion. In doing so the lands of Lond Angren will be liberated and the false monarchs of Anctaine and Valabion will be brought to justice.
The people of the north suffer under these false monarchs. Their pleas against their rulers fill the streets and mouths of babes. Help bring justice and your lands will be reclaimed and liberated. The people of Lond Angren will be far richer than they were under your father's rule. Your reign will be a golden age that scholars look back to and revel for years to come. You will be more powerful than any of those who stand against you and our banners will fly side by side as a union of kingdoms under the just rule of the just rulers.
God's speed to you and your men.

The rightful king of Valabion and Anctaine,
Guerrier de Bourbon."

Ghost Toast

 

[Ghost Toast]

Gurrier smiled as he read the letter."She's always better than writing letters than I am," Gurrier thought to himself as he turned to his wife. He planted another soft kiss on Cherie's lips, letting it linger before saying "It's fantastic, my love. Though, could you write to House Wisteria and Ser Veras to come to Lugënhaven in Yourmania in hopes for an alliance, same with this Lond Angren prince?". He then planted one last kiss on her before whispering to her "You will soon be a true queen, my dear, and all will envy your beauty,". Gurrier then rembered something and said "Oh, send Duke Coran GladeWatcher a letter saying to also meet us in Lugënhaven, could you sweetheart?"

 

[Blitzer]

Lutz was walking slowly in the hallway of the Glade Castle categorizing all of his tasks at hand. Before the Duke, Coran, had left, Coran had given him several tasks. He had told him that he should begin preparing for a war. As such, Lutz had begun to draw plan for making a completely better army. Of course, he had sent out several soldier to the city of Glade to begin recruit potential, set at the max limit of a hundred troops. Not only had he sent to Glade but the surrounding villages and cities. Now he had begun to check through all the weapons in the armor making sure they were battle ready and selling off the extra weapons to pay for costs. He sighed softly calculating in his head the costs. Well, hopefully they would have something real to do. He had sent out a party as an escort for a caravan numbering at 50 men. Other than that, the soldiers were drilling or guarding the town and the neighboring village under the duchy.

Lutz himself had a task he was going about. He had seen a design to use that new invention, gunpowder. He knew how to make it and he couldn't wait to test out those schematics he had gotten from another inventor friend. It was really quite simple. The 'guns' as they were being called were about one foot long attached to a wooden pool. The powder was pored into it and a projectile added into it. It was fired by a hole bored in the top of the chamber filled with gunpowder. He was going to show the blacksmith how to make them. It would be far from a problem for them to make as they made their own armor, the finest in the world. That was one of their minor sources of income. He even had figure out how to add a lever to the side to hold the ignition material (a tightly wound slow burning rope). That would come in handy.

Task at hand: Caravan escort
Basic gun production.

 

[Kazami42]

Tournament

The thrusting motion with the sword by the bird had been effective. It caused a minor yet ignorable fleshwound to the left arm.
Blitzer Kent

Khadak Frontier

While the knights were resting, any guards on watch could hear a loud noise coming from the distance. It did not sound like it was coming towards them, but it sounded like a group of 4 horses. [Since I'll be on vacation make a reply with what you want. I'll try being back on during saturday so I may be able to reply. However if not, just proceed without me, it'll be fine.]
Crumbli

Drushans

2 swordsmen would be trained, while it was taking longer for the rest.
3 recruits would have been acquired.
The Drushans would have attempted to raid Unum armories for weapons and/or armor. Despite the nation's situation, the armories would be a guarded priority. Besides one armory which had already been raided before and taking 2 swords, their attempts would fail but no harm would come to the Drushans.
Clockwork_Magic

House "Wiseria" stuff

3 farms of varying size and importance would be acquired by the house.
Kent

Nippon

Back at the camp, the army being prepared to be sent to the Unum to liberate the people would still be preparing and having obtained more ships.
Akiko would have returned to the top of the Shrine, resting. She was sitting down on her knees with eyes closed, as if she was attempting to concentrate. However, there was a disturbance in the force of nature. As if a great horror was about to be released. She would open her eyes and stare infront of her. One of the guards was checking on her. "Are you alright? you do not look too well." He asked Akiko, having just entered. "Yes, fine." she would respond to him, with a stern tone and blank expression. As if she was staring into nothing, or into a vast distance. She would then stand up, and then look at the guard. "You do not have to remain here, go back and enjoy your life. I just have something to take care of." Before turning around and leaving. "Yes bu........" He would look behind him when hearing the steps creak, but nothing was there. Before he could continue however, he would be interrupted when he noticed Akiko had seemingly disappeared. He thought that she just returned to her room, and thus left.

Random Event

After midnight, Lutz would either hear or be awakened to the sound of beautiful singing. Originating from a distance but sounding as if it was right next to him. There was a strong luring force behind the singing... Should he go out to investigate, all he would see would be a woman in very strange clothing with very long dark hair.
Blitzer​

 

[general ostruppen]

Valabion-Ancintaine Border

Antonio and his cohort march down towards the caravan until they were about 100 feet away in which Antonio stops playing his flute and pulls out his saber. He swings it around and points it to his right. In which the line of troops stopped at their current position and slowly turned 90 degrees to the right. He then rides towards the caravan while sheathing his saber and stops short in front of what appears to be the leader of the group. I am commander Jean Antonio Bonaparte of the 20th Royal Corp. I wish for you to quickly identify yourself and bestow me the knowledge of who those horseman are. I'm in a tight schedule you see so please make it quick."

Math


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