The Principle Journey: Wrath of the North Main IC

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Antarah Genzah
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Location: Battle for rthe MKS Hood
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Date: Feusen 1st 997 C.Y.A.D. / 12 pm
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Character Stats: HP: TBD / SE: TBD / CCA: TBD
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" Permission Granted. Lieutenant Donar is in charge of the expedition force. You are to follow him and support the crew of the MKS Hood in liberating the ship of pirates. We will cover you." Antarah had gathered together a group of a dozen Norhad Swords for Lieutenant Donar to lead away. He then gave them the signal and they let their ropes down from the side of the ship onto the Hood on the opposite direction of the pirate ship. " Helmsman, once the Expedition Force is fully deplyed, bring us around to the other side of that pirate ship....we will draw their attention to us." The last of the men was off with Donar and the Defiant was circling its prey.

[SIZE= 28px]Location: Onboard the MKS Hood[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 28px]Date: Feusen 1st 997 C.Y.A.D. / 12 pm[/SIZE]
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Pirate Brute


Many pirates were in shock to find that both airships were now in retreat. Their ferocity quickly silenced from the thunderous roar of cannons from a Destroyer Airship. The Brute was too preoccupied to notice. In fact his focus was on tearing heads from bodies at this time. He had lost all sense reason and simply became a savage beast. The crazy woman( @Kairikudo) stabbed his side but he prevented her from stabbing he knee but the little punk of a man ( @Creekstar ) whack him hard in the chest, knocking the wind out of him . He fell to one knee and grunted..heavily. He had defended against the newcomer, but that one came at him with even more force. The brute had his head down and stared at the wooden deck. He saw a shadow grow in size and realized his opponent ( @Bacon is fluffy )  was going to cleave him in two. He raised his armored gauntlet in the air to break down the attack. While it did work the force still propelled him onto both knees rolling across the deck and again hitting the wall. He tried to get up holding onto the railing which broke under the weight of his enormous body. He had one good attack left in him. His bloodshot eyes and reddened face were the stuff of nightmares. He lumbered along, it seemed his end was closer than he thought. Then suddenly without warning, a dagger was thrusted into his back. All the pain and anguish seemed to rush into him with this final attack. He yelled from the accumulation of damage. He looked around and tried to find who it was that sent this weapon. He found him. Without even thinking he pulled the dagger out of his wound and added 2 more and threw them right back at Cecil ( @cokemonster ) He was not able to go on any longer. He rested on ships edge but its planks gave way and he fell into the abyss meeting his end in a watery grave.


Current stats


HP: 1


SE: 5


CCA: 7


ATK Dice: 6


DEF Dice: 3


EVA Dice: 2


Targeting Aim level 2


Level 1 Multi-Cast


Level 1 Arte


Armaments:


Right handed Cutlass


Left handed gauntlet


11 Throwing Knives 4 inch long blades


HAC


Results:


DICE ATK: 2


DICE DEF: 4,4,3


Arte level 1


PVE


NPC Pirate STATS:


HP: 3


ATK: 1


DEF: 2


CCA: 2


Ship to Ship Combat


Targets : To select a target roll 1d6. Each number represents the following.


1: You hit the Steering


2: You Punch a hole through


3: You take down a Mast


4: You take down an Elemental Sail


5: You take down 2 Pirates aboard


6: 2 cannons on either port of starboard of the enemy ship are destroyed with 1 Hit


To fire a cannon roll 1d6. These are the results


1: Miss


2: Hit


3: Miss


4: Hit


5: Miss


6: Hit

 

[Jack Rakan]

Donar


 Feusen 1st 997 C.Y.A.D.


12PM
Aboard the MKS Hood


Base Stats: HP 4 / SE 18 / CCA: 3 / ATK 4 / DEF 3 / AOE 1 / 


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Donar leaped over the side of the ship grabbing the Rope and sliding down faster than the rest of the group, of course he was typically the Vanguard for these things and he was usually first in operations like this.


He slid down the rope and while looking at the situation below saw a Bog Pirate guy, who looked very weakened, A boy nearby said pirate who didn't look too much better. A Girl nearby was god near in the same shape. Half way down Donar saw one of the Nohrad members down there as well. This is going to be one hell of a report..


But Donar acted quickly, as the Pirate had his attention at someone(Cecil @cokemonster ,) who had attacked him and was getting ready to strike. Donar acted quickly. Using his weight he swung on the rope and dropped to a position in front of Cecil facing the Pirate just as the three knives were thrown. Donar drew his sword swiftly, and one by one knocked all three knives out of the air in quick succession.


As Donar let his sword down to his side, the Pirate Brute seemingly not noticing this event fell overboard, Donar sighed, "At least die like a man.." he said, disappointed that a man of that strength just fell over like that. it would be a shame that he was not able to kill the person who attacked him just now.. 


"All hands! take the ship! Give quarter to those who surrender! We also need healers on the double!" Donar looked at the Strange person again before sheathing his sword and walking away to assess the situation as the Defiant flew towards the other vessel.


"Make sure they know we mean to help, and get a tally on any casualties." he said to the second in command of this small force. "Yes sir." was all that was said.


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The Aftermath.
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It didn't take long for the remaining Pirates to be defeated. Some were spared the death that the other pirates craved for, their bodies pointlessly laying on the ground.


Under Donar's orders the ship was taken back quickly as new bodies to the fray were more than a match for the pirates who were already fighting.


The big Pirate ship retreated seeing that they no long had the surprise they had before, not with the defiant taking the skies.


The defiant, after finally running off the remaining pirates, took to the sea and docked itself with the MKS Hood, the wounded were taken and were in the process of being healed, a few however were in more danger than the rest.


The Wings of Internvess eventually floated nearby as well, but even with that the eyes of the Nohrad Swords were ever watchful for the possible return of the Pirates.


Eventually, the vessels of Port Victoria arrived and the relief effort has sped up.


Finally, the crew from the Wings of Internvess debriefed themselves to Commander Antarah as Donar was making final preparations to turn over things to the Port Authorities. The Crew of the defiant were beginning to finish up and re-board the ship for the return to Port Victoria.


Donar gave the Commander the final report of the engagement and so far, that was the end of this Incident.


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result:


Donar


 HP 4 /


SE 18 /


CCA: 0/


 ATK 4 /


DEF 0 /


AOE 1 / 


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Dice roll DEFx3


3.


6.


6.


Knives from Pirate Brute deflected, 


Cecil is still alive.

 

[Shin Positron Laser]

[SIZE= 28px]Location: Port City Victoria [/SIZE]
[SIZE= 28px]Date: Feusen 1st 997 C.Y.A.D. / Timeskip from 12pm to 4 pm[/SIZE]
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Port City Victoria docks were witnesses to a fleet of vessels entering the area. An escort of 2 Airship and the Defiant along with 3 Naval ships and 4 scout airship with the Wings of Inverness, had the MKS Hood in tow. The brought the badly damaged Ferry and docked it to let the passengers and crew off after their ordeal at sea facing the pirate menace. All in all 5 passengers 2 of them high class and 6 crew were dead with many wounded. The Kingdom Affairs Office Victoria Branch dispatched relief workers to the docks to tend to the people in need of medical services. The town mayor and his guest, a Duke of Welwyn were present for the Hood's return. Along with them, the local Heralders, some family members and Knights were present.  Applause and cheering commenced as soon as people started disembarking from the tattered vessel. The Duke, Elias of the Distinguished  Shroedder Family addressed the crowds. He condemned the attack on on the MKS Hood as a sign that Jolinar Creed was not someone to bargain with but someone to hold responsible for the actions of those under his banner. He elaborated that it was the swift response of his personal Guard and their ships that made the rescue a success. There was no mention of the bravery of the crew, the passengers of the fact that the Norhad Swords own assets were doing battle against the pirates. One could say he was garnering some sort of favor for political affairs. As soon as passengers were checked out medically and had their travel documents shown to the Knights present they were free to go about their business.

 
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[Kairikudo]

"I don't need the help of healers from the guard!" Kairi charged off the boat, her wounds had been cauterize by her own doing to stop the bleeding. In her right hand was the wrist of the poor timid boy who she dragged off and away from the healers as she went off on them. She caught glimpse of the speech that the Duke was giving. Taking the credit for all their hard work she muttered "Lying bastard..." She then continued to drag Timore off the local tavern. It was apparent that she had been there before as the bar keep had begun to fill two mugs with ale. She lead the boy to a table and pulled out a needle and a spool of thread as the mugs of ale were place in front of the two. "Drink up shortie" she ordered as she put the thread through the eyes of the needle. "If you move, I will kill you." She said glancing at him. She held the needle over the fire of a light candle before picking a wound to start with.


@Creekstar

 

[Creek]

Timore Williams
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HP 2 / CCA 5 / SE 2
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ATK 3 / DEF 3 / EVA 1
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Location: Local Tavern, Port City Victoria
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Just as quickly as the battle had begun, it was over. Reinforcements had come to their aid, finishing off the pirates and driving them off. With the need to defend himself gone, Timore slumped to the ground, once again holding the wound on his stomach. It was still bleeding badly, the warm blood dying his once white shirt crimson. That would inevitably draw a lot of unwanted attention. Sighing, he moved off to the side, out of the way, and closed his eyes until the ships pulled into dock. 


When he finally felt the ship come to a stop, Timore stood up again, immediately regretting it as pain shot through his body from the gash in his stomach and his cracked ribs. Leaning heavily on his quarterstaff, which was coming in handy in more ways than he had originally anticipated, he quietly watched what was going on across the ship. People seemed to be disembarking, and others were spreading the word that medical aid would be provided on the docks. He hadn't originally been intending to disembark the ship when the voyage began, but it would probably be necessary now. Receiving medical attention for his wounds would be important, and there wasn't really a ship to stay on anymore. How would he get past the Knights checking travel documents without being recognized, though? That hadn't been something he had planned on having to deal with. Oh well. He'd figure something out after he was healed, and then...


"Ah!" Timore yelled, startled as a hand grabbed his wrist and began to drag him. Oh no. It was the scary lady. Why did she have to do this now? There was not much he could do as he was dragged off the ship, past the healers, and even past the Knights. How she managed to pass them was a mystery to him, but it didn't really matter. She may have managed to solve one of his problems, but she had just created many more. He wasn't going to complain, though; he did not want that woman mad at him. Still holding his wound as he was dragged along, Timore listened in to the speech being given by the Duke. He remembered that man; he was well known in Port City Victoria. It was common knowledge, at least among the upper class, that he had a big ego, and it came across in his speech. Timore couldn't help but agree with the scary lady's grumbling, as it was very annoying how the Duke tended to twist things to his own benefit. 


Eventually finding himelf in a small tavern, Timore quietly followed the scary lady to a table in the corner. He could feel the stares of other customers who were undoubtedly curious about the fact that he was covered in blood, wishing he was anywhere but there. Taverns were centers of gossip; the people there would probably be talking about this for weeks. On top of that, they were probably some of the people most likely to recognize him, as they always knew the recent news. Sitting as close to the corner of the room as possible, Timore tried his best to duck down a bit and not be too noticeable. Then, a mug of ale was placed down with a thud on the wooden table in front of him. He wasn't quite sure why; he thought he was evidently too young to be drinking, and he'd rather not compromise his mental state any further than pain and blood loss already had. Instead, he eyed the needle and thread the scary lady had pulled out nervously. She couldn't actually be... planning to go through with her threat of stitching him up? Unfortunately for him, though, her next words seemed to confirm this, so Timore shut his eyes tightly as he waited for the woman to start sewing up the wound in his stomach. 


@Kairikudo

 

[Kairikudo]

Kairi stopped noticing he hadn't drank any of the ale as she said once more "I'm not telling you again. Drink up, that is unless you want to go through excruciating pain." She warned. Her head turned to see the people looking at them as an annoyed look plastered her face. "If you keep gawking at us I'll be painting the walls with your blood." And that made all of then turn their heads away from the two. This place was somewhere she went quiet often and the patrons knew all to well that what she said was more than a threat. Her attention turned back to Timore "Take your shirt off so I can stitch your stomach up." She didn't act like she was hurt despite the fact her whole body hurt like hell. Taking a cannonball straight to the chest and having it break your ribs was not fun. 


@Creekstar

 

[cokemonster]

Cecil Sanger
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4 HP / 7 CCA / 15 SE
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1 ATK / 1 DEF / 3 EVA
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Port City Victoria
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Fuesen 1st, 4pm
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Cecil sat with his back to the crowd as he indulged in a bowl of potato stew. The gruff voice which'd sold it to him had done so warmly, but not without an edge of anticipation. The dried stains low on Cecil's dark robes may have been noticed. That wasn't likely. Cecil ate with fervor, very used to keeping such uneasy company.


When the mixture of seafarers and native citizens quieted, Cecil listened intently to the speaker. The Duke of Welwyn, Elias. Cecil let that well-distinguished, articulate speaker become tied to the name. He doubted he'd ever meet such a figurehead, let alone have them as audience, but he also had never thought he'd survive a pirate raid likely coordinated by the infamous Jolinar Creed. To be front line and center to a sailor's spook-tale. Once more, and much to the confusion of whoever was within earshot, Cecil repeated: "I should be careful what I wish for." His left hand wandered to his bandaged side. The sting of a dagger proved difficult to forget, even if well dressed and healed.


The casualties were announced and promptly glossed over in lieu of condemning said suspect. Many details were glossed over for both this, and assuring that the Duke himself was responsible for the Galleon's protection. A low hum came from Cecil to go along with a thin smile. The public address ended soon after, and so he payed for the meal and moved with the crowd.


The afternoon was spent and gone, the eve' warning of the coming night. A tavern would need to be found, preferably one far from the port and its hustle and bustle. The sound of the sea was always welcome in Cecil's book. Drunk sailors were not. These last hours would have to be spent mapping out the city via aid from locals and simple luck to find a nice, quiet spot that'd suit his needs. He hadn't any idea how welcoming the people of Victoria were, but perhaps with some luck he could get a night or two free if he regaled them with this latest tale:

"The Hood's Heroes"
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Cecil thought on it for a moment. He shook his head. Too open to be misconstrued with that one about rival mercenary gangs in impoverished villages.

"The Raid of the MKS"
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"No..." He thumbed his hairless chin,  lapsing into intense concentration as he strolled. Too generic, despite it being ear catching.


This wasn't working. Without a unique name center stage of it all, it'd just be a high strung tale unlikely to be believed, even if he left out that he was apart of it. The listeners would need some sort of hero,  but as he could recall, there were several who had come to defend their lives as well as the ship. All had given part in saving lives, and all had been too distressed for him to gather their names. Cecil himself hadn't been in a talking mood as they'd sailed the rest of the way to port. Perhaps the one who'd come to his aid (teasing man) could be tracked down and sung the hero. He had a distinct hunch a man who'd save a-


"Take your shirt off so I can..."


A bolt of verbal lightning cut across Cecil's concentration. His brows scrunched, head turning toward the echoes which caught his attention despite the evening bustle. Upon dipping into an unknown building, he managed to catch the last of that sentence, and his curiosity died just a smidgen. Still, he recognized the hardy yelling and the stench of blood. Cecil strode to the source of the noise, hoping he was accurate in his estimation of where it'd come from.


"Ma'dam." He said. "You were among the Defenders of the MKS, were you not?" His head dipped aside a little, a hand covering a whisper. "Hmm. Defenders of the MKS? That may work..."



@Kairikudo , @Creekstar

 

[Bacon is fluffy]

Location: Port City Victoria Date: Feusen 1st 997 C.Y.A.D. / Timeskip from 12pm to 4 pm


Mood:Ambivalent


Albert stood where the brute had fallen to his death, his blade in tow, limply held by its hilt. Al didn't currently have the strength to keep holding Ol'reliable,but he dared not let it go among the commotion. The summer sun assailed him unmercifully, the breeze which he had not noticed made him sway to and fro. It was a solemn howl, mourning the tragedy which had unfolded before his very eyes. One he was relatively numb to as the soldiers organized the survivors while he stood to the side, unable to do anything. He was a cog in a big machine which functioned whether he moved to help calm the situation or not. The people he had fought beside nowhere to be seen, but he supposed that was the nature of his work. People come and go, but it is merely a common enemy which brings people to together. Once an end is reached, there was not much to mull over in regards to these strangers. 


It was mid afternoon when the battered MKS Hood was anchored at the harbor. Ships sailed all about and the sound of ornery pirates filled the air, nearly drowning out all else. The tide crashed upon the docks and the algae seemed to thrive here, proof of the veterancy of these here docks. They likely saw all manner of goods from the things you need to survive to exotic and somewhat illegal goods. Al didn't pay much mind to it unless it involved him personally. The world is a machine and he wasn't going to get involved with an enterprise that could build a kingdom. He stood in line, with his blade held upright to not disturb the other survivors. The mood was bittersweet. There were some who celebrated the victory and others who weeped. It's to be expected he thought. For what normal person could leave the underworld of Maxwell without being a little jolted if they weren't accustomed to it. Though Al supposed he never really got used to it, but rather he reluctantly let the wave of emotion wash over him as he continued to move forward. The same could not be said for others though, as a familiar voice stirred him. The cheeky couple zoomed past him, with the boy being dragged along side her. She was rather furious and refused the medical attention. Her clothes were tattered and stained with blood,leaving visible scars about. Some particularly nasty cuts looked to be singed together by her flames it seemed. The boy on the other hand was rather beat up still, hell he was even bleeding. But before he could protest she zipped past the line and ignored the medical treatment. The passengers didn't need to show identification, but that's only if you didn't want their help.A trail of blood followed in the boy's wake, likely a reopened wound from the battle.


Albert awaited the medical exam himself, listening to the knights and nobles taking all the credit. Perhaps that was what pissed the woman off so, but it doesn't matter what you do. The only thing that matters in public situations is how what they think is good, for the duke, he was reaping the praise of those who fought tooth and nail to live. Al didn't care as he walked into the medical tent after flashing the Norhad sword insignia, which for him was little more than dogtag with his spiritual energy engraved into it. It was a simple task for the government workers to quickly give him clearance. 


In the tent he met a woman dark brown eyes and fair tan skin. She gestured to him sit, but Al refused the healer's request. He merely had her examine the wound given to him during the battle and to patch it up. Luckily the armor was just knicked by the brute's punch. However there was no changing that it would have to be repaired because it dug into him and constricted his arm. The wound itself was a mere dislocation and a minor fracture which could be mended fairly easily by government sponsored healer.

Spoiler

Location: Port City Victoria Date: Feusen 1st 997 C.Y.A.D. / 6 pm


Upon leaving the tent he rotated his arm to test for flexibility and function, most of which checked out. With nothing of note to do he went back to his group's ships to see what he could, no rather should do. The men inspecting the inverness didn't let him on, nor did the defiant's crew. His commanders were probably aboard the Defiant or dealing with the politics behind some closed doors he knew nothing of. Good riddance


 It was standard procedure even with his tag, because they never knew who or what was lurking around after an incident. Though he did find Alberta all alone, kissing the ground and rubbing her body against the cobblestone path as if it was her lover. She looked up at him and gave him a whacking, as she called it. Aiming for the only part of his body which wasn't armored, his head, she leapt forth and stuck him with a flying kick. Al looked up at her as she nodded her head back at him, " See ya tinhead". He dusted himself off and shrugged the woman's abrupt departure. Most likely having being paid, she left our crew to probably pursue something new, afterall she was a wanderer before meeting up with the Norhad swords.


Having left the docks and headed toward the inner city, he went back to his old hunting grounds, The swashbuckler's inn. Upon entering he went straight for the bar and loaded up on Ale with four orders of french fries. He had no idea why potatoe wedges were called such,but he heard it might have originated from the southern kingdoms.  Seated at the nearest table, he quickly downed the alcohol and enjoyed the rowdy atmosphere. Though perhaps it was a bit too rowdy he thought, peering at the apeish woman and her hostage. " my my looks I've come just in time". he said, peering from the edge of his oversized mug.


@Creekstar @Kairikudo


and R.I.P Alberta 2016 

 

[Shin Positron Laser]

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Antarah Genzah
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Location: Port City Victoria
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Date: Feusen 1st 997 C.Y.A.D. / 4 pm
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Character Stats: HP: TBD / SE: TBD / CCA: TBD
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Master Genzah remained on board the Defiant even after they had docked. The Inverness looked a little beat up since he first saw her. No doubt it was a result of battle damage. He took his Vice-Commander to the side to scold him on his actions. " It is not enough to act on impulse. Courage without wisdom is merely foolishness. Today we were fortunate." he paused momentarily, he turned towards some bodies that were being brought out by stretchers. " I would expect more from someone of your position, Turian." he explained. He asked Turian to oversee the repairs needed for the return flight back to the Norhad plains. Unlike the Inverness the Defiant was fully operational now after being in repair dock for weeks. He asked the men to pick up the pace, for if both ships were repaired in a timely fashion, they would all be able to return to the Fortress before the middle of the night.


Meanwhile, some of the men were getting a little riled up by the words spoken by a Noblemen. Duke Elias Shroedder was the heir to the Family name, 2nd only to the Royal Family of Welwyn. His younger brother is the Bronze Knight of the Kingdom, and his Mother a relative of the Queen. The family held considerable power in politics and had their own private army, something Master Genzah and the others saw first hand this very day. " There is truth to his words. If not for their timely arrival the outcome would not have been as fortunate, if you can call it that at all." he explained to the men. " Believe me I understand. You anger on account of his lies, for you know the truth. Let that be enough. For those who know the truth are grateful, so there is nothing else to gain from others praise."


" Turian, Donar. Make sure the men do not stray to far. It would be shameful for them to be left behind because of their unbridled love for intoxication. "

 

[Creek]

Timore Williams
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HP 2 / CCA 5 / SE 2
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ATK 3 / DEF 3 / EVA 1
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Location: Local Tavern, Port City Victoria
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Timore opened his eyes again as the scary lady spoke. Oh. It did make sense the ale would dull the pain... but then, it would dull everything. His pain, his senses, and his reasoning. It probably wasn't worth it. If he ended up drunk, he could end up causing a scene, and then everyone would stare at him, and when he eventually came to his senses, everyone would think he was an idiot. That wouldn't be good. Besides, he wasn't inclined to accept that intoxication had any possible benefits, especially after dealing with his drunk stepfather for so long. He'd just deal with the pain and try to remain quiet. Hopefully the scary woman wouldn't be too mad at him. 


Timore wasn't very pleased when the scary lady started threatening all of the other customers, though. Sure, they were looking away for now, but the threats would only make them more interesting and memorable to the customers. The woman's next words to him made him more than a little uncomfortable, too. Of course it would make sense that he would need to get the blood soaked shirt out of the way for her to stitch up his wound, which he was still against, but it would be very embarrassing in public. Maybe he could just roll up his shirt, and keep his jacket on. 


Timore was distracted from his train of thought by the voice of a man addressing the scary woman. Looking up, he saw that it was the bard from the ship. Thinking about it, they had never actually exchanged words, but the bard's appearance was memorable enough for Timore to immediately recognize him, especially considering the fact that he seemed to be blind. Timore wondered for a second how he got around so easily and was able to pick the scary woman out of the crowd, but shrugged it off. The man had probably developed some sort of method to make his life easier, maybe even an Arte. Remaining silent, Timore wondered who he was, and after considering for a moment, realized that he didn't even know who the scary lady was. It wasn't really any of his concern, though, as he figured that he'd be leaving once she finished. He certainly didn't want to stick around her any longer than he had to. Quietly, he finally replied to her earlier order, saying, "I'll just roll it up when you start." He just wanted to get this over with as fast as possible so he could leave. 


@Kairikudo, @cokemonster, @Bacon is fluffy

 

[Kairikudo]

Kairi Kudo
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[COLOR= rgb(152, 157, 160)]Location: Local Tavern, Port City Victoria[/COLOR]
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Kairis looked down as she still saw that the wound was bleeding. She cursed under her breath as muttered complaints. She grabbed a knife and held the blade over the fire waiting for the metal to get hot. She heard the bards voice. Her eyes glancing over at him for a mere second before looking back to what she was doing "Yeah I was one to defend the MKS, just like you did bard." She stated before forcing Timore shirt up and having him hold it up for her "I'm not going to lie shorty. This will hurt like hell." And without giving him a second to respond she pressed the hot blade on his wound. A singe would be heard before she pulled it back. The bleeding was now stopped thanks to her [SIZE= 13px]cauterizing the wound. She held the needle over the fire once more before poking it into his skin and having it come out on the other side of the gash, she pulled the needle as the thread had begun to pull the skin together. She kept repeating this action as she moved along the scar until the wound was closed tight. Once it was closed she cut the thread and set the needle down. "There we go. Now you won't be dying from blood loss. Tomorrow I want you to stitch up my wounds after you've gotten a bit of rest." She waved the bar keep over and told him "I need a room with two beds." He gave her a nod and left to get the [/SIZE]key to the room. @cokemonster @Creekstar

 

[Shin Positron Laser]

Book 1
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Chapter 1
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Verse 2
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Title: Home Away from Home!
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Location: Norhad Plains, Fort Milestone
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Date: Feusen 3rd 997 C.Y.A.D. / 8 am
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" In our loneliness, the saddest of all words is Home. When others are by your side, you realize...Home is where the Heart is."
- WayMaster San Ral Ellas
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Fort Milestone originally a Mansion castle belonging to the Milestone family one of the three Honor Families that serve directly under the Royal Family of Welwyn. The other families are the Shroedders and the Kensingtons. Recently however when the Blood wars approached the borders between Welwyn and Adanaque, the Family yielded their Summer Castle to the service of the Kingdom. Since then a wandering sword named Antarah Genzah formed a group and took charge of this castle reinforcing fortifications and defenses. His goal was to bring together a group of mercenaries and act as an outpost to keep the advancement of Lanark Troops in check.


After the incident at Halberton Bay, Commander Genzah and his men were finishing up their duties in Port city Victoria and planned to return the following morning. With the newest Acquisition of the Wings of Inverness, and the newly restored Defiant destroyer, the small mercenary force had a 4 airships, including the Kensington Coastliner and the Argyle Ranger both scout airships. They also had a half dozen Journeyman Edition Caravan Wagons and a number of beasts of burden to pull them.


Today, new recruits approved by field scouts will be reporting for duty. All necessary members were present within the great hall to receive the new assignments, have personnel assigned to mission leaders and equipment delegated to each team. Many were readying themselves in their rooms while others were in the Banquet Room finishing up breakfast.

 

[Bacon is fluffy]

Albert Dae'dium Mood: Relaxed Goal: None
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Date: Feusen 1st 997 C.Y.A.D. / 9 pm
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Albert in a daze placed his mug down with mixed feelings. He was happy about being right about the couple, or perhaps this was new for them? He wondered if they were eloped recently or not, munching on his potatoe wedges with a sleepy demeanor.His eyes were quite heavy like sandbags after such a long rough day. Other than his arm being particularly stubborn and unresponsive, his legs were feeling like jello. He knew tomorrow would be an awful day even with healing, for all healing did was accelerate the mending process. It still took a toll on the body's reserves. Thus he groaned ready to take another bite of his food when a hazy blur zipped past him, snatching the wedge as he was about to eat it. Al shrugged and turned to his right to see be'atris hunched over on his shoulder, nibbling on the potatoe. He stroked the little critter's temple with his index finger and smiled at her. Although his peace was not to last as his friend, Dom, was arriving on the scene as well. He stood at the tavern's entrance panting with his hands on his knees. " Yo Al!".


Al turned to see his buddy and gave him a slight nod as a gesture of acknowledging his presence. " Don't you nod at me kid. Genzah ain't gonna wait for your drunken ass. let's get a move on". Al gulped and readied himself to leave. Bea'tris leapt off his should and fluttered around him with its usual high energy self. " hey Dom, those guys need medical attention. They also were brave, try recruiting em", he said pointing in the general direction of cecil, Kairi and timmoire. Dom frowned, waving his arms about as he nagged Al, " what in god's name Al? You do it"! Al lifted his Ol' Reliable with a single bound and let it rest on his shoulder like always. With his free hand he placed his shoulder on dom's, " I h've faith in ye dommy boy. Remember it's the blind girl @cokemonster, sewn up boy, @Creekstar and brutish lady @Kairikudo". Again pointing at them with a smirk as he headed off into the night. " Let genzah know I'll be taking the cavern home".


Dom let his shoulders droop, letting out a sigh as the duo disappeared into the warm Feusen night. He turned about to see the three Al had been talking about. He scratched his chin as he approached them. " I've no idea why you didn't take the help from the duke's medics, but I'm sure you've your own reasons. So like my friend said, I offer my hand to you three. We can get cha patched up, full n good pay if you need work". He said with a smile.

Spoiler

Notes about Al's war buddy, dom. He's a talkative fellow, more friendly and in general looks out for Al. He'll be the one offering Timmoire,Kairi and cecil a place in the norhad if this is what they choose to do. 

Date: Feusen 3st 997 C.Y.A.D. / 8 am
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Home once more, Al tugged on the  papaopamus' reins to go faster. It's good to be home, but hopefully we got some Lan'ark scum to slaughter 









HP: 8


SE: 21


CCA: 7


ATK: 4


DEF: 3


EVA: 1


Personal Artes


Arte level 1a


Arte level 2a


Support Tech


Speed lvl 1


Jump lvl 1


Target Aim lvl 1


Items


Item Slot 1: Energy Vile

 

[Jack Rakan]

Donar


 Feusen 1st 997 C.Y.A.D.


4pm - 9pm.


Relaxed, on guard.


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4pm Events:


Donar stood by a distance from where the Commander was reprimanding Turian, while his words were harsh inside he agreed that Turian did act too hastily, but as one would have it, Donar was one who followed the book, while turian did act on his feelings, he should have also exercised caution and wisdom. Two things that Turian was better at than even Donar, who had sometimes acted too close to the book and almost gotten things worse.


He signed, Despite my own training, it seems we both have a lot to learn.. This wasn't like the mission three months ago, but at that time it was His(donar) fault for not listening to Turian. 

The duke's speech afterwords was one that made even Donar had a spark anger towards the Duke. While his own Master did not like the Mercenary groups like the Nohrad Swords, he would still give the courtesy due of such a group.


Not long after being taken under the wing of his Master, Donar may have met Duke Elias at one point but he couldn't remember. 


Although, the speech the Commander gave the crew, while it had good intentions, Donar wondered if he really knew the reason behind the Duke's words.


His Master might hear about this and want details. Maybe, he didn't know.


But for now, he would stand by the Commanders orders to not allow the men to get too heartbroken over that speech.


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 9pm same day:


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Donar had left the final preparations to return to the Main base to the Men, he had filled out his reports of the incident, and the cargo checks along with the other crewmen. He took this time to wind down and head for a drink.


One of the people on the small airships, Alberta, had gotten payed and left soon after the Ships arrived back at port, Donar was sure they might contact her again for more service at a later date but even he did not know when the Cannon-obsessed woman would return.


Meanwhile, he was searching for the other member on that airship Albert. One of the crew members said he headed for one of the local inns here. Figuring that, Donar spent time looking for the armored man, which shouldn't be too hard. Eventually coming to this final place, Donar walked in and sure enough, Albert(@Bacon is fluffy ) was here, but was talking to a couple other people, which from his memory are those same who were on the ship before. seems like, everyone was nearly here.


Donar walked over, seeing that Albert was offering a deal, donar could see why, the boy had his stomach stitched up. haha... "Mr. Albert, Are we having a fine evening?" he spoke to the man, he spoke a little informal to the man which should give the indication that donar was not caring about rank for now. he turned to the boy ( @Creekstar) and the girl ( @Kairikudo), "That's going to be a nasty scar, You may want to take up this man's offer, out of Goodwill if that." knowing that the boy would need a healer at some point before it scars up. This is when he noticed the person ( @cokemonster) who he protected from that pirate brute's attack. 


That was another thing, those Pirates... they were people to look lout for, even in the air. they weren't run-of-the-mill pirates either, they are famous.... but that was a story for another day.


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Norhad Plains,


Date: Feusen 3st 997 C.Y.A.D. / 8 am


Donar had opted to stay on the ground for a change, riding one of the Wagons back to base. There were many things to be done yet, there was also that small matter.. The letter Master sent... what details does it hold this time? he had recieved a ltter some time ago, but that was before that mission a few months ago and they had been stuck in Port Victoria. It has been a long time and even though he was not exactly from Fort Milestone, it still felt nice to be back.


He was actually riding on the same Wagon Albert (@Bacon is fluffy) was driving. Didn't make much for conversing, but it was still interesting to ride on the ground instead of the ship. "By the way, how was the battle with the Pirates? were they any good?" Donar asked the armored man non-nonchalantly, indicating a non formal conversation..

 

[JayfeatherRaven]

Noella Rhyne Swan
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Location: The Swashbuckler's Inn, Port City Victoria
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The duo caught Ella's attention immediately as they bustled into the tavern nosily, drawing odd glances from the other customers, including Ella herself. The rough woman plopped down on a chair and went straight to work, leaving a stunned boy staring at the drink before him. The first thing Ella noticed about them was of course, their wounds. They looked like they had just been in a fight, but not any old scuffle. Instead, she caught a whiff of danger from the injuries they seemed to have accumulated. Perhaps these people were adventurers, or better yet - they had an airship. Shrouded by her hooded cloak, Ella's hands tapped a quick rhythm on the wooden counter as she observed the newcomers discreetly, her eyes taking in the woman's obsidian hair and the boy's startling green eyes. A few others joined them, looking as if they all knew each other. Crewmates, maybe? Ella looked on with unmasked interest, knowing full well that they would pay no attention to the small silhouette in the corner of the inn, too caught up in their own affairs. 


When the door suddenly banged open again, this time letting in another man with tousled brown hair and lazy blue eyes, Ella straightened up. It was the way he held himself that made Ella come to believe that he wasn't just a simple mercenary. "...offer my hand..." "...if you need work." "..take up this..." "Battle with the..." 


Frustratingly, all she could pick up were snippets of the conversation. She would have to try and listen closer to learn more about this peculiar gathering of strangers. 


(@Kairikudo @Creekstar @cokemonster @Bacon is fluffy @Jack Rakan)

 
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[Bacon is fluffy]

Albert Dae'dium Mood: Relaxed Goal: Just answering Donar's question, mostly fluff with the exception of meeting up in the main hall
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Date: Feusen 3st 997 C.Y.A.D. / 8 am
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Al and Bea'tris who had until a moment ago been lost in their own world, snapped back to reality at the question posed their commanding officer donar @Jack Rakan. He turned about face to look onto the standoffish man with an air of curiosity. Was one beer enough to knock me out of it? when did he board our wagon? Al pulled down his scarf out of respect for his commanding officer, otherwise it'd muffle his speech. " fer'giv me if I didn't notice ya there,sir." Al scratched his chin and turned away for a moment, mulling over the question. " I'd say it prov'd how weak I be. bastards were probably like commander turian and I, just a scout'in force. Had there been anyone more s'rious than that 8 foot beast. we'd be dead, sir". With that his wagon came to an abrupt stop, the papoapumus moaning back at Al for not paying attention to the road. There they found themselves third in the caravan line, leaving them a few moments to gaze at the fortress up close and personal for just a moment.

 


A checked gate with thick monsterous beams as slowly lifted at the main entrance of Fort Milestone. The sound of chains clanking and gears turning filled the air, slowly revealing the pointed edges of the gate itself. There was residue at its base, which left al to think it wasn't pointy just for show. As they were pulled into, one could see a bustling market place within the castle walls.

It wasn't much compared to a real town,but the castle also acted as a trade hub for nearby friendly territory. But it also was where the mercenary group also organized all their incoming traffic, group related or not. A knight came out to greet both donar and Al when it was their turn to be inspected. " Alright Lieutenant Donar and apprentice Albert, I trust ye had a good journey? After I finish with the formalities, go to the main hall for your next assignment. I heard there may be new comers,but ain't had time to check this me'self".

HP: 8


SE: 21


CCA: 7


ATK: 4


DEF: 3


EVA: 1


Personal Artes


Arte level 1a


Arte level 2a


Support Tech


Speed lvl 1


Jump lvl 1


Target Aim lvl 1


Items


Item Slot 1: Energy Vile

 

[Helral]

Turian Kuhaku

Date: Feusen 3rd 997 C.Y.A.D.
8 am

Location: Fort Milestone
Spirit energy reserves: 20
HP: 4 CCA: 4​

After Genzah, according to Turian falsely, accused him of acting on impulse. If only he was there he could have seen that all Turian did was go towards the fighting, and taking a look. Before Turian had time to maneuver them away from the fight, the pirates were already upon the airship. It could be that Turian was slow to act, but that is more because nobody informed him timely about what was going on. Turian needed time to recover. First he had to get the airship fixed, then it was time to head back. Arriving once more in the present Turian was back in his room at the Fort. Lately his minds keeps floating back to those moments, annoyed by his own incompetence at predicting what Albert would do. Really jumping off an airship, come on you could have killed yourself. Turian sighs it would soon be time once again to welcome new recruits. Hopefully they will have more brains then Albert concerning action and consequence. Not that Turian is the one to speak though.

 

[Andromeda Arc]

Leira Laramy


Where: Fort Milestone


When: Feusen 3rd 997 CYAD


" there, there. good boy your coat will look nice and shiny when you go out...." Leira was brushing the coat of the papaopamous early in the morning, even before the sun came out. " .....oh! it itches here huh? there hows that?" she often spoke to animals. the animals could not talk, at least not human anyway, but she understood their feelings well. animals loving her was an understatement. " good. heres a nice treat for you for being so cute~!" she looked around making sure no one was watching her or listening for that matter. 


Leira came to the fort last night via wagon with some other visitors. she came by on a regular basis to help with the animals and some cooking and cleaning. for now she was living at a small town near here. it was only temporary, she had a real place to go home to at her home village, but she spent her free time in the spring and summer travelling and helping out where she could, getting some money along the way to travel some more! .....hmmm must have been a big mission they came back from.... she heard around that a bunch of people returned from port city victoria bringing a new ship and all that. 


She passed by the inner streets and saw Turian. She bowed politely, knowing that as Antarah's second in command he was busy, so she didnt greet him. she ran out of food for the last 2 beasts in the ranch. she needed to buy a little more to feed them. master antarah always said to check the markets early cause everything was fresh, or so she hoped. she saw Donar, another person who was boss around here. he and someone she did not know really were talking to a knight. she passed them and bowed however she did so while not looking at her feet and dropped her fresh fruits for the papaopamous. "... ah...." she hurriedly started to pick them up


.....way to go clutz.....

 

[Creek]

Timore Williams
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HP 6 / CCA 8 / SE 26
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ATK 3 / DEF 3 / EVA 3
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Location: Fort Milestone, Norhad Plains
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Timore stood off to the side in the marketplace, watching various people go about their business. Some were simple merchants peddling their wares, others were locals interested in what the market had to offer, and more still were battle hardened mercenaries, either shopping or simply loitering. The latter group was rather imposing, yet most of the people in the area didn't look twice at them. In fact, they seemed to be much more curious about those who didn't have the air of a warrior around hem. For probably the tenth time that morning, Timore found himself questioning what he was doing there. After all, he wasn't some great warrior or hero. He didn't even want to be one; that meant attention, and more people disappointed when he inevitably messed up. Besides, he tended to avoid all conflicts when possible, and when he did manage to make himself useful, he figured it was mostly luck. It had seemed like a good idea to accept the offer at the time, though; after all, he didn't really trust the scary woman's ability to fix up wounds, and he had needed to find a new source of income because of the disaster of his previous job onboard the MKS Hood. He had hopped on a caravan with the other new recruits the morning after he accepted the job offer and had been worrying about it ever since. Maybe it could work out okay, though, and he'd get an easier assignment because he was new. He hoped so, at least. Sighing, he continued to watch the people in the marketplace. He'd head over to the great hall soon. 

 

[cokemonster]

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Cecil Sanger


6 HP / 9 CCA / 15 SE


4 ATK / 1 DEF / 4 EVA


Fort Milestone, Banquet Hall


Fuesen 3rd, 997 C.Y.A.D. / 8 AM


Anxious 


Cecil sat at one of the tables in the echoic meal room he'd been able to find with the aid of the more than willing inhabitants. Some were more skeptical than the scouter named Dom had been of a blind person being a worthy Norhad Sword, but they aided him nonetheless with a distinct politeness which was familair to him. The farewells of "Not a problem, lassy" and "Aye, miss" confirmed what he suspected: just as that teasing man on that fateful day had done, many were confusing him for a woman. He'd been on the road so long now, he'd always gotten by without feeling the need to correct the misconception. If he were to stay here for a prolonged period of time, however, he would need to do so. The problem was there being no subtle way to go about it. He'd either have to pronounce it to each and every person he spoke to or simply let the surprise come the first time he visited the communal bathing. Cecil frowned. That would not be ideal, but it would be effective.


The enclosure of stone was suffocating. His plate half eaten, Cecil kept his hands clasped at his lap while awaiting the appearance of a "Commander Genzah" or lesser in command to appear, the name "Genzah" not registering properly due to his clouded mind. He did not play here. The true thoughts worrying him forbade it. Was he truly going to become a sell-sword? He'd mulled it over quite a bit and then some before agreeing to the scouter's offer, but he still did so even now within the busy-bodied fortress. Here, at the frontlines, he'd no doubt be privy to truer and most interesting stories. He'd be able to be the first to tell them, and not simply regurgitate what he himself was told by other minstrels. But perhaps... perhaps it was not worth the chance of death. The bandages wrapped at his waist was a reminder of the danger being a character in these stories held.


"Hmm..." He grumbled lowly to the clamor of other new members eating, not particularly caring who it was heard. "I'm having second thoughts on this venture."


 




Tags: @Kairikudo , @Reinhardt


 , @Creekstar?


Out Of Coke: No idea who else is in the hall with me. Ignore the indication of breasts on prof. pic.

 

[Jack Rakan]

Donar

Date: Feusen 3rd 997 C.Y.A.D.
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8 am
Location: Fort Milestone


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Donar put his hand up in a friendly gesture. it seems Albert( @Bacon is fluffy) might have been shocked a little when he spoke. Seems like despite his efforts, the men would always seem to be formal with him. Sadly.


"I apologize if i startled you. It just seemed more proper to ride with the caravan than in the safely of the airship." When Al spoke of the experience, Donar nodded, "Training is all that it takes to fix that problem. As someone of your stature should be able to take on even stronger beasts than the likes of that. Keep at it and you'll get stronger." 


It was when they stopped at the inspection at the front gates of the Fort, a young woman ( @Andromeda Arc), He forgot her name but he knew her somewhat, walked by bowing, but in a particular way, she tripped and fell dropping the fruit she had in her possession.


Donar got off the wagon and moved towards the girl, there he went to pick up the fruit she dropped. This was not for a mere quick act of some knightly-ness, this was just a fellow human helping a little. "Here you go." he said handing her the fruits.

 

[Reinhardt]

Grifyn Varelle

Banquet Hall, Fort Milestone
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Feusen 3rd, 997 CYAD - 8 AM
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The events that transpired after that incident with the pirates were quite unexpected.

 


A noble claimed to be the one responsible for defending the ship, when his troops were nowhere to be seen during the battle. A retardedly pretentious brat, that is what the so-called duke became in Grifyn’s perspective.

 


And despite this, people did not even dare question if such a thing is true. They simply agreed to whatever he said. What a bunch of spineless cattle, easily swayed by the words of a pretending shepherd.

 


However, what was surprising about all of this was that he got recruited into a mercenary group named “The Norhad Swords”. And for some unknown reason, most likely his gut feel, he accepted the offer and joined them without any hesitation.

 


That brings us to the current situation.

 


Grifyn walked around mindlessly in the base of operations of the group he had recently joined. This, of course, led him to what seems to be a humongous mess hall. He was not hungry, he had his meal hours ago. He simply followed his feet, and they led them here.

 


Still walking in a trance, trying to contemplate on the events that has passed, he came to a halt when he caught a glimpse of that young, blind maiden from the incident aboard the Ferry MKS Hood. Hastily, he sat on the same table where the young lass sat.

 


“You’re here too?”, he said casually. “What a coincidence, huh.”
 



Tags: @cokemonster

 

[JayfeatherRaven]

Noella Rhyne Swan


Location: On the Wagon


Date: Feusen 3st 997 C.Y.A.D. / 8 am 


Little did the drunken man ( @Bacon is fluffy ) know, there was yet another unexpected passenger on his wagon. Ella had tagged along, sneaking into the wagon's cart at first light. She listened to the two men's conversation on the bumpy ride, putting bits and pieces together to form a complete story. There'd been a pirate attack, she supposed, and all those people who had dropped by at the inn had fought them off. And now they were being recruited for a mission of some sort? It was a wild guess, but before Ella could ponder about it further, the wagon came to a sudden stop. Ella heard footsteps approaching, and unable to contain her curiosity, she peeked out between the tiny gaps of the cart. All she caught was a short glimpse of a marketplace. Pressing harder against the panels, she strained for a better look at her destination--


"Wha!" She squeaked, tumbling out of the wagon. The flimsy wooden slats had given way, gravity doing the rest. Sprawled in a heap on the ground, Ella felt her cheeks grow hot as she stood back up, attracting suspicious glances from the onlookers. "Don't mind me!" She quickly said, whipping her head around to find another hiding place - preferably a better one this time... 


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(Sorry this is so short, I just wanted to catch up to the timeskips and avoid holding everyone up  ) 

 

[Bacon is fluffy]

Albert Dae'dium Mood: Surprised Location: Castle courtyard  Goal: Talk to these peeps?
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Date: Feusen 3st 997 C.Y.A.D. / 9 am
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Al nodded his head at his commanding officer's words of encouragement, leaving him with little to really say in return. As instructed by the knight, he too climbed down from his carriage, with his trust blade in hand. Bea'tris on the other hand, flew out of sight when the knight addressed him and donar. Upon leaving the wagon, he heard a startled girl in front of his wagon. He stared at this girl curiously who accidentally or seemingly clumsy girl @Andromeda Arc, as she dropped her fruits in front of them. Al believed it was more of a ploy than genuinely being a clutz. Even so,he moved to give her a hand, slightly bending over to try and pick the fruit up,but his blasted blade sort of got in the way. It's tricky weight and a combination of catching a glimpse of her cleavage made any quick gesture to give her a hand meaningless. Al paused for a brief moment,but his nerves now relieved to see Donar already there anyhow, seemingly pulling the manly charms @Jack Rakan. With nothing left to say he whistled to bea'tris, his eyes darting back to and fro. When she disappeared Al would try to find her,but often times the bugger had the habit of coming back at its leisure and with other people's food or jewelry. This times, he only heard its squacks from atop the popoamus' head, squacking at the woman with its puppy dog eyes.  Ask her for a damn treat,but you steal my taters? frick'n dragon


The knight suddenly became startled, stammering a bit as another voice, perhaps that of a young girl came from the wagon. The sound of wood creaking followed by abrupt crash caught some bystander's attention. They all looked at her with curious intent, wondering why a young girl @JayfeatherRaven would come out of a wagon being pulled by Albert and Leuitenant Donar's. " I--I say Al do you know this child or do I gotta let the fellas at patrol know"? Al's eyes were trained upon the knight's, his blade shaking with a terrible toned attached to the rattling. "Ya try'en to say sumthing"? The man taken aback, fell back on his butt with tears in his eyes, arms flailing about. " I--t-ts just we gotta find out is she be friend r foe. Ya never know". Al shook his head with his finger trained upon the knight before shifting back to the cart. " I'll handle this sir. You guys will giv'r a heart attack". Al sauntered over to the little girl and knelt besides her,his weight leaving a slight thud upon settling in. His blade digging the into the dirt and standing upright. " Yer the second person to stow way upon my wagon without me knowing. You lost or s'mthing girl"?


The bystanders looking onto the scene lost a little color in their faces, seeing Al hypocritically approach the girl as if she was a criminal anyways. He tipped his hap at her and made sure his scarf didn't his his face as it usually did, as a gesture of good faith. Hopefully she wouldn't be taken aback if she knew he wasn't angry or something, or so he thought waiting on the girl.









HP: 8


SE: 21


CCA: 7


ATK: 4


DEF: 3


EVA: 1


Personal Artes


Arte level 1a


Arte level 2a


Support Tech


Speed lvl 1


Jump lvl 1


Target Aim lvl 1


Items


Item Slot 1: Energy Vile

 

[cokemonster]

Cecil Sanger


6 HP / 9 CCA / 15 SE


4 ATK / 1 DEF / 4 EVA


Fort Milestone, Banquet Hall


Fuesen 3rd, 997 C.Y.A.D. / 8 AM


Happily surprised


Cecil's head tilted up and toward the familiar cheeriness. He was surprised at it sounding exactly (albeit a bit more laxed) as it did when the man was hatching a plan in the middle of battle as it did when giving a morning greeting. It was odd. That oddity was a hint at experience, yet the youthfulness wasn't grizzled away as some of the mercenaries (Do they call themselves Swords?) at this fort had become.


“Teasing Man,” Cecil said as though it were his given name, “What fortune. Here I believed you’d perished somewhere back on that galleon. It is a pleasure to know my hero yet lives.” The corners of his mouth curled a touch as they faced the floor more so than the man. He hoped the condescending jab was taken as lightly as he’d meant it to be. Who knows, someone who would step in front of an oncoming blade may just take it as blatant flattery. A small voice begged his attention to his own hypocrisy, but he bid it away.


“Were all those aboard scouted by that Ser ‘Dom’? I can’t imagine them inviting someone like I and not also that woman with the stench of blood about her. Her and that boy she touted.” A slow wave offered the Teasing Man a seat.




Tags: @Reinhardt
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