The Principle Journey: Wrath of the North Main IC

[Helral]

Turian Kuhaku

Date: Feusen 6th 997 C.Y.A.D.
Evening

Location: Milestone Fort, Vice Commander Turian's room
Spirit energy reserves: 33
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Turian sighs, an unopened letter lying on his table. He could guess what would be written in it. The temple would be ordering him to return. Or at least that was what Turian thought until he heard a lot of noise coming from the other side of the wall. Most of the time Vice Commander Belluam would be quiet, although she does have her moments of flying into rage. Activating his defensive globe Turian moved from his table to the door, as he was about to open it he could sense Antarah approaching. No need for Turian to meddle, the defensive globe also vanishes as he moved back to rest on his bed. He could follow the movement of everyone around him within a 80 meter range. Those of Antarah, Belluam, and Donar are the easier ones to track. Although during the expedition Turian had some trouble picking out the individual signatures, but that was nothing that training could not improve....


.... As the fight drew to a close Turian used his defensive globe to once more deter that drunk before his friends started dragging him off. Turian himself was more concerned with Kairi. Luckily Donar was nearby and caught her as she fainted. They regrouped and against better judgement Turian allowed for an additional day of searching for the hideout. This turned out to be fruitful after all, seeing as they found the hideout. It took only moments to determine that it would be best to return for reinforcements, this was larger then what they could handle. Only some of them had to remain behind to monitor the hideout, this job fell to Donar and Albert. Having returned with reinforcements a day later, this being the third day since arriving there, he found Donar and Albert waiting for them. When he asked why they weren't in position at the hideout they told him it was cleared out by airships the previous night. Still an extensive search might turn up something, so he gave the men their orders. While they were out scouring the hideout for clues, Turian spent his time training his energy sensing.


Even now he can still remember how his sense got better, the first change he noticed was that he could finally tell apart people even though they are grouped together. During the search people kept changing groups, this was the perfect opportunity for Turian to notice the subtle differences between the signatures. Next was the fact that certain signatures would become familiar, first of these would have been Donar and Albert both. They were overseeing the search, while Turian was observing through his own means. Sadly no lingering energy signature remained for Turian to pick up, even so his time spent was not lost time. Turian made an effort to at least register the signatures of those who he thinks will be under his command more often. Of course on arrival back he took his time to register Antarah's energy signature.

 

[Andromeda Arc]

Leira Laramy


Where: Fort Milestone


When: Feusen 6th 997 CYAD



With: @Reinhardt


STATS: HP: 4/4 /////////////////// SE: 36/36 ///////////////////// CCA: 9/9

" didnt mean to bother you.. hope im not bothering a ha ha ha...." her social skills needed some fine tuning. she was just there to say thank you. but she made it look like a big deal for her. she could sense grifyn was in thinking about something deep for sure. " Um, you know. Im glad your....ok..." she thought for a sec. " I mean everyones ok~! yes! your ok!, cecils ok~! ellas ok~! and boy if the VC was not ok then we would be goners too. hahahah" she giggled even more awkward. " i was so surprised... didnt even know i could do that..." she looked at her hand, she remembered the shaking. and the energy in it.


.... come on leira, pull yourself together here.........well at least the scenery is nice, though the mood maybe kinda weird.............


the shooting stars she saw, they were still falling and it was pretty. reminded her about seeing stars when she was hit by the attack. she hid her worry about grifyn. she didnt know if what she did change anything at all, but she guessed she was the only one in a bed for a few days, so everyon else must have been ok. " first time i woke was when cecil @cokemonster she..." she stopped. " HE was tuning his instrument. it was really nice. then next time it was ella  @JayfeatherRaventhat was there. she told me.... your the one that brought me back to the ship." she paused a little. and thought back. 


"Sooooo I just wanted to thank you. for saving me. Here~! Thanks~! " she said with a big grin. she pulled out something from her jacket. it was a shoe hoof for andalusians. she offered to grifyn as a gift for saving her " its nothing special but some say its good luck." 

 

[Reinhardt]

Milestone Fort, Norhad Swords Headquarters


Feusen 6th 997 C.Y.A.D. - Late Evening


Grifyn was caught by surprise, once more. Leria offered him a token of gratitude - a horseshoe for andalusians. He took it, and observed its every aspect. The craftsmanship was so-so. There were rugged edges, asymmetrical designs, and even small lumps of unfinished furbishing. However, the intent was pure.


Grifyn couldn't help but smile gently. "A horseshoe, huh.", he thought to himself. 


He then, placed the horseshoe in his pocket, and turned his attention back to Leira. "Thank you. But shouldn't you be resting? I know you've been healed and whatnot, but it takes a while for the body to fully recover, especially after such an incident."




Tags: @Andromeda Arc

 

[JayfeatherRaven]

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Noella Rhyne Swan


Location: Milestone Fort, Armory


Date: Feusen 6th 997 C.Y.A.D.


Before Timeskip


No one left the ship faster than Ella. As soon as the team returned to the headquarters, she jumped off the ship and hurried away, not in the mood to face anyone. She believed that she'd left Leira in good hands and her friend would soon be nursed back to health (without her help). The journey back on the ship had been insufferable - there was nothing better to do than to observe a chalk-skinned Leira lost in her coma, then feeling a surge of guilt as the memories of the fight came rushing back. In the end, Ella had clambered up the mast and wallowed in self-pity as the wind currents buffeted her face.


Present Day


[SIZE= 16px]Still feeling moody from her recent failure, Ella wandered the unfamiliar grounds until she reached the [/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]armory[/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]. She was still in search of a weapon, one that could be put to use if she was ever sent on another mission. She slipped past the guards by the entrance unnoticed and browsed through the rows and racks of weapons. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]The handle of an axe was as thick as her neck, and she didn't even bother to try lifting it up. The broadsword would not budge no matter how hard she tugged at the hilt. The edge of the katana was so sharp that she almost sliced her skin open when she tried to swing it in a wide arc. Notching an arrow to the bow was easy, but pulling back the bowstring was not. No weapon suited her, whether shape or size. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Just as Ella was about to give up and settle for a random stick, a glint from the corner of the armory drew her attention. There, glowing in the waning light of dusk, was a gleaming dagger. Elfin and small, the knife was modestly crafted, sheathed in a scabbard adorned with a single white gem. Ella fell in love with the blade instantly, as it rested perfectly in her diminutive hand - almost like it was crafted for her. The weapon would be nice for throwing and good for a few quick stabs. Though the metal was slightly rusty, that problem could easily be solved. The weapon did not seem to belong to anyone, discarded in a hidden corner of the building. But now it had an owner. Ella slipped her new dagger back into its case lovingly and looped it to her belt before leaving the armory, her mood evidently improved by her freshly acquired weapon. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]She then headed for the marketplace to buy oil to clean her dagger, whom she had already named the [/SIZE]Pursuer. [SIZE= 16px]With her mind occupied with thoughts of the future adventures that she and her beloved knife would have, Ella did not even notice when she walked straight into a man clad in full war gear, with a fairy perched on his shoulder [/SIZE]@Unwavering Knight[SIZE= 16px]. Knocked off balance, Ella fell backwards onto the ground with a small 'oof'. Pain spiked up her tailbone, but she was already spouting apologies to the victim of her ineptitude. "Sorry!" She said again. She was so clumsy these days - and she couldn't do anything without harming someone, Ella thought, her bright mood dimming once more as she recalled the battle a few days ago.[/SIZE]


-Obtained Small Dagger from Armory-

 

[Unwavering Knight]

6th Feusen, 997 CYAD
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Fort Milestone
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Spoiler

 

 
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The knight and fairy were merrily gallivanting about when a sudden impact followed by a feminine yelp brought the knight to a confused halt. Looking down at the ground, knight and fairy spotted the embarrassed form of Ella, still slightly dazed. As she looked up, emitting a stream of excuses, Pryonn gave a shrill yelp of his own as he took a hasty step back, almost falling over backwards in his hurry.


The palm of one of Kaatl's hands met her forehead. Giving Elly a glance of pity, the small returned a firm view towards Pryonn, giving a few forceful taps onto the top of his helmeted head.


Catching himself both figuratively and literally, the knight slowly inched forward again, one plated hand slowly, hesitantly, reaching down in offer to Elly as he uttered with a shrill voice "S-sorreh good Missus, I-" he paused, gave a cough, then started over a bit more  "Uh, sorry, Missus, shouldn't have walked on the street in broad dusklight, I just kinda keep on doing it for no obvious reason at all beyond it being the most productive reason of locomotion in a tight-packed castle and all..." he rapidly trailed of, hand outstretched to help her up growing increasingly shaky "Uh, what I wanna say is... sorry."


@JayfeatherRaven

 

[cokemonster]

Cecil Sanger


Fort Milestone, Annabelle’s Pond


Fuesen 6th, 997 C.Y.A.D. / Late Evening


Cecil snickered. It was genuine, if slightly condescending, as though someone had cracked a joke that was particularly funny. This slowly escalated into a merry chuckle that he had to stifle with the back of one palm. He faced Kairi once his shoulders quit rocking, but the hints of laughter remained on his lips.


“My, you do not mince words as you so thoroughly mince your enemies. We may be opposites in that regard, though I do not mind in the slightest. In any case, your words hold true. We all die in the end. There’s little reason for one to fear it… yet we all do so anyhow. I’m unsure if you are honest in your lack of fear, or denial is simply the solution you’ve chosen. I’d be shocked if you were truly, completely dulled to death’s door. Fear dwells in us all, Ma’dam Kairi, that’s what makes for a good tale. The many heroes we revere overcome their fears to rise above them, do they not?”


“Ah, but perhaps I am spouting nonsense. It is as you say. We all die in the end. That much I can agree on.” He said whilst holding the smile so unbefitting the grim subject matter. He gave a curt bow. “I will take my leave then. You have my thanks for an ear to ramble to.”


He skulked off then with his hands tapping on those strings with much more fervor. His voice called back one last time before he disappeared in the thin trees hiding the pond.



“Oh, if you plan on skinny dipping, be wary of our eavesdropper seven trees to your right.”




 

With his mind slightly more at ease, Cecil ignored his yearning appetite for a while longer. Instead of the chow hall, he headed north to piece if that small spot betwixt the Watchtower and the Airship workshops was a less popular spot. He had no qualms with using the trees as his route, though he did have to take care of the roots and uneven ground. He arrived with the night now thoroughly begun. The healthy winds blowing in from the lake chilled his skin along while also giving him a grand sense of the openness here. He quite liked it compared to the quiet pond.


He grabbed his robes by the waist, kicked off his sandals, and let his toes bury themselves within the sand. He didn't go much further though, as he heard someone approach just as Kairi had before.


Tags: @Kairikudo , @Creekstar , @Constantin




OOC: Archus was heading to Milestone Lake right? Eh just lemme know if I need to rework that last part.

 

[Proletariat]

Archus Barriye
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Fort Milestone, Armory
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Fuesen 6th, 997 C.Y.A.D, Late Evening
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The stars twinkled overhead of Archus, who had just trailed away from the moat to head for Milestone Lake. The night was quiet just then, everything was settled down by now and the only people shifting around were the guards. He liked the stillness of the night sometimes. Other nights, when it was really quiet for a period of time and he was alone , his mind would drift to deeper reaches of itself; to places where he chose to stuff memories best left forgotten. Memories that served no one, least of all him, they only caused pain and damage whenever they resurfaced. He looked out, over the darkened waters, the gentle rippling of the lake and the moon reflecting the way it was took him back....


Flashback to Childhood


Archus was just a boy, perhaps near his 6th birthday. His vision was blurry, his eyes were swollen up and he was watching his feet get dragged through the rocky soil- sand that claimed the banks of the majority of coastlines in the Northern Kingdoms. The bottoms of his heels were getting scraped and cut up. Warm tears ran down his cheeks, making it nearly impossible to see through the swollen lids. He considered calling out to his mother, but he knew that begging her to stop only made her more angry. It was too long ago to remember exactly what he'd done, but his actions pushed her drunkenness over the edge.


She often threatened to take him out to the sea and drown him, perhaps this would be the time she actually followed through with the threat? Archus had fallen into the ocean when he was younger and nearly drowned. He didn't want to go through that again, that was awful, he coughed up salt water for an hour after his father saved him. Father. If only he were still alive, everything was so nice when he was still around. He really missed his dad. Ouch!... His whining and crying caused his mother to kick him in the ribs, a blow which would crack his ribs and cause him to favor that side for years to come. He stopped struggling then, he was resigned to his fate. What other child had to experience resignation to the end, to be forced to accept their inevitable death, at age six?


He felt the cold water of the tide like a blanket of ice at his back. It was death calling out to him, trying to pull him back with the ocean waters. His mother, ranting and stumbling through the shallow water, forced him to his feet and shoved him deeper into the wake. He tried to stand, his tiny frame was as steady as a sapling in strong winds. Before he could steady himself, she was on him. The woman that gave him life was now grabbing the back of his head, forcing it under the water. The nerves under his skin screamed when he did not. At first his instinct kicked in, causing him to roll and grasp at her hands, the water sapped the heat away from his, his very life essence drained into the ocean. He didn't fight for long though, he knew this was how he was going to die. It wasn't like it would matter to anyone. He was worthless, a nobody, a never-going-to-be-anybody; his mother had inculcated that idea within him a long time ago.


Suddenly, as his lungs filled with nearly frozen briny sea, the pressure at his neck ceased. His world was black and fading quickly. Flashes of blurry images floated through his mind. Someone shoved his mother aside... tried to save him...


Present Day


Despite himself, lost utterly in a repressed memory, Archus was standing at the edge of the water with his feet sinking into the mud. His body shivered for half a second as if he had just been electrocuted. He blinked several times at the dark water, then down at his palms. They clinched into fists and then returned to his side. What did he come down to the lake for again? All of the sudden he had a change of heart about diving into the lake. He took a look around and saw that there was a person standing to his four o' clock, about 15 feet away. Had he walked past the person and not even notice, or did they sneak behind him? The Paladin turned to face the stranger and recognized their face, but couldn't recall a name. His huge hand raised just above his forehead in a wave. "Salutations, I didn't see you there. Enjoying the evening air?" He spoke with the conviction of a steward forced to indulge his lord in petty flattering.


@cokemonster

 

[Kairikudo]

Kairi Kudo
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Location: Fort milestone
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Kairi raised a brow from the bards chuckles. Did she say something funny? She shrugged when he gave his reasoning.


"I don't see a point in beating around the bush." She stated closing her eyes as a cool breeze blew through her long black hair. She begun to chuckle when he said that he wasn't sure about her honesty of her lack of fear. She was damn sure about it.


"Cecil, at one time I had feared death, but that fear had been extinguished along time ago. Of coarse that doesn't mean I fear nothing at all. Its just death I have no fear of." She said in a softer tone then before.


"Have a good evening, Cecil." She said as she watched him leave. A puzzled expression crossing her features when he said something about Skinny dipping. She had no such plans, though now she was curious as to what was behind the seventh tree to her right. Her head turning that direction as she made her way in that direction. There she found the ease dropping healer. Her arms folded once more under her chest.


"Catch any interesting conversations over here, Timore?" She said in her usual emotionless tone of voice, though she was hiding her amusement. She would have expected such actions from that perverted man named Grifyn, but from Timore? This was a shock.


@cokemonster @Creekstar

Flashback with @Jack Rakan
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She opened her mouth to say something to his statement about opening the door and people seeing her in a weak state. Why couldn't she stitch the wounds herself? Why did she have to take her armor off in front of HIM? She couldn't decide what was more humiliating. Her hand gripped the pillow tighter.


"Fine you can keep the fricking door close but if you try something funny I'll smother you." She warned her eyes meeting his. She was clearly embarrassed about the whole thing. Where was her stitch bitch when she needed him? That lazy healer. 


"Why would you care about why I don't like knights...?" She asked looking down at the pillow in her hands. Though agreeing to let him stitch her wounds she has yet to remove her armor. Or make a movement to show she had plans to remove it.

 

[Jack Rakan]

Donar


Date: Feusen 6rd 997 C.Y.A.D.


Late afternoon
Location: Airship Dock no.1


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HP: 6 SE: 17 CCA: 6 ATK: 4 DEF: 3 DEFSE: 1 EVA: 4


Donar had made his way from his quarters, and through the north way from the officers quarters, towards the airship docks, he eventually made his way the end of the dock 1 of the shipyard, looking over the lake, he was in his armor again, and was in possession of his sword as to not project lazy solider, but a strict superior officer to those under him.

He decided to get some fresh air, to clear his mind. He was still not used to looking at the lake despite the several months of being here. Until then, he was mostly fighting in the Contested Region assisting in the war. being here with no worry about being attacked, unnerved him greatly.


Though, his thoughts lingered on a few days ago, when he told that girl, Kairi was it? About certain things from his past....


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Flashback with @Kairikudo


Donar started to begin the sterilization of the needles, When she said not to do anything funny he shook his head. Why would he do that?


He was reminded why he didn't like mercs, but something about kairi made him think when she asked her question. "As with anything, there is always a reason why one would Hate certain people, or a group of people." As for me.. he thought to himself before shaking his head, he started to approach her with the needle and stitches, no intent of any mischief in his eyes, "I don't mind doing this while you still have armor on, but it might take longer. so, if you would? Don't worry, i'll focus only on the wounds." he suggested that if she wanted him to leave sooner, ti would be better to take the armor off so he could do it quickly. Which he will start once she was ready.


"It's kind of strange, I hate knights as well, but only because i was betrayed by a classmate... Were you also betrayed?" There was no real sign of him really knowing, but one would see that his eyes were holding back a deep hatred.

 

[JayfeatherRaven]

Noella Rhyne Swan


Location: Milestone Fort, Armory


Date: Feusen 6th 997 C.Y.A.D.


Ella grasped the knight's trembling hand gratefully, ceasing in her apologies as she stood back up with the his help. She decided that this kind gesture was a pardon for her recklessness, so she stopped making excuses for herself and instead focused on the strangers before her. It was an odd combination of sorts, an armor-clad knight, larger than life; with a meager fairy clinging to his body. Did fairies accompany humans? That was unheard of in Ella's village. Then again, Ella's village was small and cut off from the outer world. The fae child did not speak, but communicated with her companion through a series of antics and facial expressions.


"I'm Ella." She uttered to the duo a bit suddenly. Introductions were never her strong suit, and it had not occurred to her until now that she was supposed to clarify herself. "Is that a fairy friend you have there?" She inquired next, unsure whether the knight had heard her under his nervous ramblings. "Oh, that's fine! It was my fault, really, for crashing into you." Ella quickly added when his words slowed to a stop. She hadn't really caught on to some of the things he'd said, but it was probably about the blame that she should've taken instead. 


@Unwavering Knight

 

[cokemonster]

Cecil Sanger


Fort Milestone, Lake Milestone (Gr8 name wow much creative)[SIZE=4.0pt]
[/SIZE]


Fuesen 6th, 997 C.Y.A.D. / Early Night


Cecil was silent a moment. It appeared he had intruded on another’s claimed rumination spot. It was abnormal for Cecil to not have noticed him before. He must have been exceptionally still whilst pondering. Had the man even been breathing until he had noticed Cecil’s presence?


“You could say that.” Cecil said, amused at the understatement but showing none of it. By how the wind rolled off him, he was a large man standing well above Cecil’s height. Tall and wide with musculature, but that’s all he could tell. His energy senses were simply too mundane to pick out if the signatures of light were coming from he or some other natural source in the area.


He did smell quite rancid though.


Cecil adjusted his masked face to peer slightly upward to hopefully meet his eye. He found and slipped on his footwear in haste, still holding his garment from touching the wet sand. “My name is Cecil, Cecil Sänger. Pray tell of yours, I am a rather recent addition here and wish to properly apologize for intruding.”




Tags: @Constantin

 

[Proletariat]

Archus Barriye
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Fort Milestone, Armory
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Fuesen 6th, 997 C.Y.A.D, Late Evening
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Archus tried to make out a distinguishing feature of the fellow... or lady before him. It was dark and they wore dark clothes. It almost looked as if a black mask totally covered their eyes. Not a very practical way to walk around, but maybe there was a reason for it. Cecil was a fragile looking person with long hair, was it white? Archus couldn't remember a time when he was less certain about the defining characteristics of a human being. He felt like he was at a complete disadvantage.


"Cecil.." The Paladin said, mulling over the name. "If you're new, perhaps you wouldn't recall me. I'm a bit of a recurring nuisance around here I'm afraid. I do work for the Swords on the occasion, Archus Barriye is the name." Archus wasn't particularly fond of meeting mercenaries, most of them held an indifference within them that felt to Archus like death. Wandering sell-swords with no ambition or compassion, or loyalty, other than the loyalty to gold.


"I was about to go for a swim, Cecil. I can postpone if you wish to rest here for awhile, it won't trouble me any." Really he just didn't care to converse with them, he was also convinced there had to be somewhere else he could take a bath with actual soap or some scented oil. That sounded like a relaxing idea. He yearned for the anointing oils from the church where he was raised, the nuns there always smelled like lilacs.


@cokemonster

 

[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: Annabelle's Pond, Fort Milestone
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As Timore silently eavesdropped on the conversation between Kairi and the bard, he his behind a nearby tree. Its trunk was thick and solid, easily enough to hide the entirety of his thin frame, not that there was much to hide. He sat behind the tree, back leaning on it as he listened, contemplated the words being spoken by the two. Such a morbid conversation, he thought to himself, shuddering. I suppose it's true, though... If I continue to hold such an occupation, I will certainly come face to face with death. I don't know if that's something I can deal with... Unfortunately, he didn't have much in the way of other options presently. The small boy sighed; listening to such a conversation certainly wasn't doing anything to quell his unease about being a mercenary. 


He remained seated, quietly lost in thought, until the bard, whose name was Cecil, judging by Kairi's words, spoke again, his words startling Timore. Eavesdropper? How had the blind bard known he was there? Unnerved, and very much flustered, he stood and spun around to peer out from behind the tree trunk. It did indeed seem that it was he who had been mentioned. Watching in terror as Kairi turned to look at him, arms crossed, all Timore could do was stand there like a deer in headlights, and a very embarrassed deer at that. At her words he began to stammer furiously, trying to justify his eavesdropping. 


"I-It's n-not what it l-looks like, I swear!" Timore's eyes were wide with fear as he spoke, and his voice, almost at the volume that another would consider to be a normal speaking voice, was probably louder than Kairi had ever heard it, though mostly because she was some distance away and there was absolutely no way he was going any closer to her. "I w-was just w-wondering what you two were talking about... N-not that I thought it would be anything that was, er, um..." He trailed off, not sure what to say, or if he should finish that sentance. After a few moments, he finally exclaimed "I'm really sorry! P-please don't hurt me!" 


@Kairikudo

 

[Kairikudo]

Kairi Kudo
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Fort milestone
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Kairi had neared him now standing right in front of the timid boy who was scared out of his wits by the woman. Though she didn't quite understand why. The boy stammered over his words trying to justify his reasoning for ease dropping on her and the bards conversation. Her finger tapping on her forearm with her arms still crossed. Impatiently waiting for him to finish his sentence.


'I'm really sorry! P-Please don't hurt me!'


The boy said. A confused expression painted the mercenaries face.


"Hurt you? Timore why the hell would I do that. You've not done anything to cause me to want to hurt you and I've never raised a hand to harm you before." She paused for a moment before going on ahead muttering more to herself than to him.



"well if that was what you thought then that could explain why you were trying to avoid me like I was the plague.." her arms unfolded, she patted his head a bit as if trying to comfort him.


@Creekstar

Flashback with @Jack Rakan
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Kairi was still looking at the pillow. Her thoughts lingered around his question of why she didn't like knights. The first thing to pop to her mind was about 'That' night. 


"I have my reasons for hating those worthless lap dogs and their cowardly egotistic masters.."


She said answering his statement on how there had to be a reason for her to hate knights. Then he said something about staying longer if he had to do it with her armor on. Nope she couldn't have him stay longer and deal with this uncomfortable topic any longer. Without thinking she begun to take the bloodstained black armor off, dropping the top of it off on the floor. She then made him turn his head when she slipped the ripped tight pants off and put on her skirt. Deep gashes now more visible from the recent battle stemming from her legs, to her arms, to her side and back. There was some stitching done on her arms and legs that was uneven and looked as if a drunken had stitched them up, which in fact she was drunk when she stitched those wounds up. She had numerous scars on her from the many battles she had been in. If her hair wasn't covering the back at the time he would come to see what looks to be old scars from a whip and some branding mark on the  upper right side of her back between the neck and end of the shoulder blade. 


She had forgotten about the branding mark as she moved her hair out of the way so he could stitch the cuts other back as well.


"Some things aren't worth talking about..." She said in response to his comment.


(The branding mark: 

 

[Andromeda Arc]

Posted Tuesday at 09:57 PM · Report post

Leira Laramy


Where: Fort Milestone


When: Feusen 6th 997 CYAD



With: @Reinhardt


STATS: HP: 4/4 /////////////////// SE: 36/36 ///////////////////// CCA: 9/9

........does this mean he likes it??? thats a relief..............


leira was so happy to see grifyn take her gift. she got the idea from the andalusian she was trying not to feed and realized she still needed to fix that shoe for the hoof. she kept the piece to give to grifyn of course she washed it first, dont know how much crap that thing stepped on. she smiled ear to ear when he asked about her. " ME?" she said enthusiastically, " Ive always been a fast healer, pops always said i was tough as papaopamus. hehehe " she giggled after showing posing in a way that showed off her toughness. 


" besides, them doctocs did a good job patching me up. see? " she pulled her sleeve all the way to her shoulder, it was the arm that took the hit and used the magic spell it didnt look like it had any marks or scars " i guess im a bit more tired. i never knew i could use magic artes that way. i always healed, not hurt. " she rolled the sleeve back down. she then wondered about grifyn. " hey why you here by your lonesome anyway? dont like company new guy? " she asked. to her he was still new to the whole mercenary thing, at least with the norhad swords. who know what hes done before. she would have to find out eventually maybe.

 

[Jack Rakan]

Donar


Date: Feusen 6rd 997 C.Y.A.D.


Early evening
Location: Airship Dock no.1


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Donar, now sitting at the edge of dock no.1, Was reflecting the events from days ago. He knew everyone had a troubled past, but when he was stitching Kairi up, he saw something he did not expect to see.


He knew about the Noble family that was connected to her. His Master usually said they were a very uncivilized bunch. That was the opinion of a man who had often argued with that House. Most would say they were rivals but Pharos Sirius being the better one.


It was not something he included in the report, as he felt there was no issue with someone who was no longer in that House's employ......


Of course, even though she was cordial in her words, he still remembered the Icy tone she had before he finished and left on his mission to find the hideout. She had not seem to even threaten him at all when he returned....


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Continued Flashback with @Kairikudo


Donar had done what he was instructed and turned away while she was readying herself. Seems he was able to read her easily. Still doesn't like me much, or was it the topic of betrayal that set her off? He thought to himself. Either way, when he was finally able to start, he saw the various wounds and marks. Including the ones that were stitched, but where messed up, and would likely do more harm than good.


When he caught her before, she was light. And to think that it might have to do with how much blood she lost, evident on her wounds. Otherwise, she looked rather slim and her figure was surprisingly feminine despite all the battle scars she has. How many fights as she been in that almost got her killed?


"Well, for starters I'll take out those older stitches you, disinfect all the wounds, then stitch it back up. I dont want a mere infection to kill you." he said and started to work on her legs firts, removing the stitches, using medical alcohol, which sometimes he was surprised she was able to hold back from hitting him. Since that should hurt more than getting stabbed by a sword.


He finished that and did the same with her arms. His speed and effectiveness it it look like a Maid was doing it. When it looked like she was giving him a weird look he commented, "I was trained by my Master's maids to do these things....dont ask why." Thankfully, these wounds were not as bad as ones he encountered in the various battles he was in.


It was about a half hour or so before he started finishing up on the wound from her side to her back. He was just about done, and was about to finish it off, thats when he noticed the burn, "Oh, you have a burn mark there... Let me.." he finished the stitching, he placed his hand on Kairi's shoulder to get a closer look, he realized it was more profound in it's design. That's when he realized..


The Dragon wrapped around the Sword. While the style was similar to Sirius, this symbol was more like a Violent Dragon attacking everything, while Sirius had a Shield. A protective Dragon.


He only met the main Head of them once with his own Master, but he always thought them to be a very Violent House compared to the more modern and Militarized Pharos. But...he had no idea... He finally spoke after a few seconds, holding onto her shoulder in a way that he finally understood her... In a way.


"Back then, before you collapsed, i heard you ask why I lied about being a Knight to make you hate me.... That's when I figured, you saw that I was in the employ that those Men were in.. Sirius."


He admitted that and let it sink for a moment, "I get that we all have pasts we would rather bury... But I understand, why you would hate Knights..." If she froze, when he didnt notice, "You were betrayed, by the Noble House, Alfus...were you?" This indicated, that he found the mark, and knew very well who that house was.


He silently let go, and continued the final stitching, hopefully, she would let him finish before making him leave.

 

[cokemonster]

Cecil Sanger


Fort Milestone, Lake Milestone


Fuesen 6th, 997 C.Y.A.D. / Late Evening


Cecil mulled it over some, tenting and twisting his fingers together as he did. He had been caught in quite the predicament. What was the most cordial response to this? Leave now, and this poor fellow who sounded plagued by travel fatigue would bathe as a dog would instead of the business partner he claimed to be. It would be even worse if he stayed however. The man’s polite offer to stay his personal hygiene for Cecil’s own sake was simply too knightly to call upon. Cecil was outmatched.


“Nay, Ser. I’ll not further intrude when I have a perfectly fine quarter to retire to.” He let his robes go as he walked off onto the grass and headed to where he believed the castle to be. A forceful gale struck his side, and he found the outline of the bridge ahead of him to be shorter than expected. Damn. In his haste, he had headed toward the Airship workshops.


Very used to such things occurring, he flipped around and kept steady pace as he strolled passed Archus. He coughed some, then offered the idea he was going to offer before stepping onto the bridge to maximize mystique. Now it just seemed like a rushed after thought. Besides, now there was worry the stranger would think him incapable.


“Would you allow me to escort you toward our bath houses? I do not believe anyone would mind their use by a recurring ally, even if you are not a full-fledged member.”




Tags: @Constantin

 

[MsPolite]

Fort Milestone, Belluam's Room
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Fuesen 6th, 997 C.Y.A.D. / Late Evening
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" A very good friend gave me that advice." he replied trying to downplay her compliments. They were the same age, however they have led completely different lives from each other. They have lived in the same generation of history, yet have participated and experienced different parts of it. As a man he was drawn to her charms, but as her Commander and leader of the Norhad Swords, he could not help but feel the need to detach himself from getting emotionally involved.


Ever since he was excommunicated from the Order, he realized that it was his emotional involvement into external affairs, the True Blood Wars, that fueled a will separate from what the will of a Commander of the Way should have. He was too stubborn and prideful to admit his mistake and before he knew it he dug himself in a hole known as the Norhad Swords. With the same realizations as before, this intimacy he was experiencing with Belluam was a similar dilemma.


As she came closer, he leaned in as well, but before they could touch, their foreheads lightly collided stopping them. " Are you sure this is not the alcohol talking here?"

Belluam smiled a wide grin as Antarah made his last remake, then couldn't help but chuckle. "Do you really think I'd have the boldness to speak my mind without it?" Belluam pressed her hand against his head, as if begging him to just kiss her. "Ant, you wise fool. I give you the truth yet you doubt. Now quite delaying the inevitable and love me for once." Belluam spat out with a harsh gentleness that only couples could do. Her eyes began to water at the anticipation of the moment and with the suspense of rejection being held within the air. She wanted Him... No she needed him, as if going from one addiction to another. Bell was a weak woman, despite the harsh mask of rage and hate she puts on each and every morning. She was reliant, incapable and a damsel. A girl to be precise. Not a woman, not an adult but a girl. Bell leaned ever so closer hoping to steal at least one kiss if he di so turn her away. Just one was all she needed.


What she said next was indeed a revelation of her inner most desires. Antarah knew that, while she admitted to that the alcohol was affecting her, the inhibition brought out the truth. He felt compelled to respond to her, if not her actions, then her words. Their faces were so close to one another they only had to whisper to hear each others voices.  " I did not doubt. I was merely concerned, that this would be viewed as taking advantage of a fellow friend at a vulnerable time." he told her. However that would not be the case at all, since they were both alone with no one watching. He remembered rumors circling around that the two of them had some 'special' relationship going. He did not consider his relationship with her more than friends until tonight.

     Perhaps it was the desperation of their humanities and their weaknesses as persons that both led them to this situation. While Belluam was fixated on the past, Antarah was too disillusioned by the future, it seemed neither of them desired to live in the moment except for this one opportunity this evening. Her past and his future were put aside by the emotions of the present. With his hand he brushed her hair slightly, then distanced his countenance a little from hers. He looked into her eyes and allowed her to peer into his. They said nothing. Moving his hand from her hair to her chin, he prepared to continue what she started. It was at this time, that the evening breeze of summer blew through the window and darkened the room by extinguishing the candles. 
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End Scene


@Shin Positron Laser

 

[Shin Positron Laser]

Book 1
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Chapter 1
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Verse 3
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Location: Norhad Swords Headquarters, Main Hall
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Date: Feusen 7th 997 C.Y.A.D. 9 am
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Timeskip in effect for:
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@MsPolite / @Helral / @Jack Rakan / @Kairikudo / @Unwavering Knight / @Reinhardt
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[SIZE= 16px]The morning of the 7th of Feusen, Antarah gathered all available members to the Main Hall to delegate the assignments. There were some new faces that needed to be assigned and some loot that needed to be handed out to the returning parties. Unknown to most of the members there, was the arrival of a new addition to the command structure of the Norhad Swords. Sarah Miliarium, was a special liason officer with the Kingdom of Welwyn and well respected in the higher circles. Antarah knew she was to arrive, but did not expect it was when most of the command officers were on their missions the previous few days. She had briefed him on the affairs that the Kingdoms of Welwyn and Maxwell were undertaking and their expressed continued support for Antarah's Norhad Swords Mercenary Guild. The Commander introduced her at the morning meeting and she was quickly granted the command title of Lieutenant. All of the officers were put under her command. Although Turian and Belluam were of higher rank, she was the mission Leader as designated by Antarah. The mission she brought with her demanded her expertise and The Commander agreed. [/SIZE]

 
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View attachment 198879Sarah Miliarium


Location: Norhad Swords Headquarters


Date: Feusen 7th 997 C.Y.A.D. 10 am


Lieutenant Miliarium curtly acknowledge Vice Commanders Turian and Belluam and her fellow lieutenant Donar, and ordered them to pick out 20 mercenaries each and then to meet on at the Docks area. When the groups had arrived Sarah began to fill them in on the mission. " As Commander Genzah already iterated at the morning meeting, I am Lieutenant Sarah Miliarium. I will be in Command of the mission along with your superior officers. The Commander has taken the Defiant, but has left the rest of your fleet at my disposal. " she explained to everyone present. " Commander Sansuis, can you oversee the loading of ammunition and supplies for the Wings of Inverness please. " she asked. Although left in charge, she was still military liason and bound to respect a superior officer. " Commander... kuhaku was it? Oversee the loading of 3 caravans. Two on the Argyle Ranger and 1 on the Kensington Coastliner. " she instructed. She could tell from the appearance and name that Turian was an outsider like Commander Genzah. She was not too fond about outsiders interfering with her Kingdoms affairs. But as she was instructed to help the Kingdom by assisting the Norhad Swords, she made sure her pride as a Welwynian overtook her prejudice for foreign intervention. " Lastly, Lieutenant Donar, divide up the forces between the 3 ships as needed. But make sure all the officers are onboard the Kensington Coastliner.... All right let's move out!" she commanded making her way to the Kensington Coastliner.

 

[MsPolite]

Belluam Sansuis


Location: Norhad Swords Headquarters


Date: Feusen 7th 997 C.Y.A.D. 10 am




 







     Belluam was in a foul mood, due to no small part of this military Liaison. Belluam didn't like her. Not from the moment she walked. And to think that Belluam woke up this morning with a smile. Belluam Didn't understand why the commander put her in charge of the mission as she was beneath Belluam and Turian. As the Lieutenant  Miliarium spoke, Belluam looked over at Turian and frowned giving him a knowing look. Miliarium then looked to Bellaum.       "Commander Sansuis, can you oversee the loading of ammunition and supplies for the Wings of Inverness please." The Liaison asked. Belluam, with a scowl spat next to Lieutenant Miliarium then glared at her, peering into her eyes, then followed quickly with an "Aye." As Sarah finished Belluam moved to her posting. "Alright ya damn lazy maggots!" Bell yelled at the crew. "Get yer asses in gear and load the damned ship, I want this done ASAP!" Belluam finished with another spit and began to help with the load, and chewing out any she deemed to be aloof and laying about.


As she worked Belluam mumbled incoherent curses.

 

[Jack Rakan]

Donar


Date: Feusen 7th 997 C.Y.A.D.


10:00 AM
NSH(Norhad Swords Headquarters)


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The announcement of the Liaison of the Kingdom having arrived at the Headquarters was surprising, but as usual Donar acknowledged the orders as after the commander left, the woman named Sarah Miliarium, who was now a Lieutenant like him, was placed in charge of this mission.


Donar was trained to follow orders, and was well aware of how the chain of command works. It was like fighting in the Contested region, while he may have a higher rank, someone lower ranking could still be in charge. Seeing as this mission directly involves the Kingdom, Donar was already obligated to follow.


Or course, not everyone had the same thoughts as himself. For VC Bellium seemed to be very grumpy. This was the first time in A while since they were ever on the same mission, he never bothered actually talking to her aside from her usual antics that sometimes made her look more like a mercenary than a high ranking official.


Guess it was supposed to be like that.


He was surprised however that other than Turian, Kairi was also with them. he never spoke with her since the last mission when he tended to her wounds, but he didn't know if she still hated him for before anyway. But for now, he would just keep busy.


When Sarah Miliarium gave her him order, the simply saluted and prepared his tasks.


He was looking over the roster and he assigned everyone to what he thought best would do their job. Keeping sure the officers stayed on the Kingston, he deliberated what he would do. But, of all things why should all officers be on the same ship? to plan? Okay he gets that..but why?


No matter, while he assigned everyone to the ships, he revealed it to everyone and commanded them to get moving.Though what could be going on other than having so many mercenaries for one mission? There was a large number who went with the commander too. Hopefully, nothing wrong goes on. but he has a feeling.


"Well, that should be it." After that he didn't pay attention to the fact that aside from the Officers, he also had Kairi, and Grifyn, on the ship he was on, the Kinsington. But currently, looking over things he was on the Argyle Ranger which he might find himself stuck on it if he gets too involved of looking everything over again. If he were followed by anyone, they would find him in the supply area.


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@MsPolite  @Helral  @Kairikudo @Unwavering Knight @Reinhardt

 

[Kairikudo]

Kairi Kudo
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Location: Norhad Sword Headquarters
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Kairi had gathered with the others. Despite her usual up and leaving like she planned, she decided to stay in the Norhad Swords a bit longer. She had on her usual light weight black armor. Her eyes scanned the area to find to her dismay that not only was that new tin headed man there but also that cocky bastard Grifyn and to top the crack of betrayal that the oh so kind commander Antarah had baked with those two, he put that MAN for the cherry on top of the whole damn cake. She didn't hate Donar. She was more of embarrassed to be around him. She's been that way since he stitched up her wounds....oh that was an awful day...She could handle Turian and she from what she observed from Vice commander Bellium, was something she could admire. But why the hell did it have to be those three!



Well there was only one thing she could do. Avoid Donar at all cost! Her eyes finally fell on the Woman put in charge of them. She looked like a snobbish bitch. At least that's what Kairi thought. The girl reminded her of a noble. Listening in silence the whole time. Until everyone broke out to do what they were ordered. Kairi left to Help Turian since she wanted nothing to do with the other three men, and Bellium looked like she didn't need anymore help.

Flashback with Donar
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Kairi waited for him to turn around. He examined her scars for a moment before making the comment that he was going to fix her stitches up sincere didn't want her to die of an infection.


"Tch...I am not going to die of an infection. That's why I cauterized the wound before I begun. I'm not an idiot." She said in an annoyed time as she watched him  take the old thread out. She cringed in pain as her nails dug into the pillow. God did she want to punch him in the face, but she held back since she knew he was doing this to help her. She muttered various curse words under her breath. It was when she opened her eyes that she noticed how quick he was moving. She thought it was odd and the look apparently showed on her features.


"I won't..." She assured him as he continued to move up her body stitching her eyes wounds. Finally he got to her back.


'Oh, you have a burn mark there...let me...'


That phrase made her tense up. She probably would have sprung up if he hadn't grabbed her shoulder. She repeatedly cursed in her head just realizing that he found out her secret. He started to talk and she listened to what he had to say.


"You don't have a damn clue why I hate knights...there's things about Alfus no one knows about..." She corrected him. Her voice drifting off a bit as she let him finish up.before he left she said one last thing.


"Tell anyone about the branding mark and I will kill you in your sleep."


@Jack Rakan


@Helral


@Unwavering Knight


@MsPolite


@Reinhardt


@Shin Positron Laser

 

[Helral]

Turian Kuhaku

Date: Feusen 7th 997 C.Y.A.D.
10:00 am

Location: Milestone Fort
Spirit energy reserves: 33​

The letter was still left unopened by Turian. It would have to wait, it was once more time to move out. It seemed like Antarah was in a mood of putting others in charge, not that Turian minded. As ordered Turian has picked out 20 mercenaries, the skill-set of these would be focused around subterfuge and support, with a few fighters. Knowing Vice-command Belluam she'd most likely pick a crop of fighters, and Lieutenant Donar would probably pick something likewise. Belluam gave Turian a knowing look, all Turian could respond with was a short shrug of the shoulders. Who knows what Antarah was thinking, most likely it is the nature of the mission that requires it. As Sarah Miliarium got to assigning him with a job Turian got worried a bit, "Commander... kuhaku was it?", Turian nods a little bit relieved, "Oversee the loading of 3 caravans. Two on the Argyle Ranger and 1 on the Kensington Coastliner.". "Very well", Turian responds, and motions towards several of the people he brought with him for assistance.


Walking off towards the caravans he took a quick look around to remember who was good at what again. Making quickly groups of men he assigned them all to a caravan, so that they had something to do. Kairi also followed him, "How do you feel?", he asked her. She got wounded during the fight with the drunks, Turian was still disappointed that he couldn't have prevented her from getting hurt. Meanwhile he kept an eye on how the men were working together to get the caravans loaded. As he expected several of them knew what to do. Those who didn't got assistance from those who did. Two persons were tending to the papaopamus' coaxing them slowly on board, while there were 2 standing ahead watching the movement of the entire caravan making sure it went straight ahead. and also some were making certain nothing fell off the caravan while it was being loaded on board.

 

[Reinhardt]

Norhad Swords Headquarters, Aboard the Kensington Coastliner


Feusen 7th 997 C.Y.A.D. - 10 AM


It was yet again another day, another task to be done. But this time, it was not under the so-called Commander's orders, but with an entirely different and surprisingly new leader. Sarah Miliarium, a liaison officer from Welwyn, was designated as a mission leader by the Commander Antarah and gave her the rank of a Lieutenant. Of course, Grifyn didn't care about this. He was no high ranking official in the mercenary group, nor was he directly involved in any political issue. 


However, from the back of his mind, he felt something was off as usual. Shouldn't things like this be announced? Shouldn't the members of the guild be notified of the arrival of a person like her? After all, the main goal of the group was to resolve relationship issues between Welwyn and Maxwell. Not only that, but entrusting her full command over people with higher ranks than her? The severe lack of information on this matter made Grifyn think twice about what is occurring. But he'll get onto that later.


Why?


He's lazing off. Several members of the mercenary group were doing the task given to them, and it seemed that their number were more than enough to have it finished quicker than expected. A middle-aged man, dragging along a number of barrels on his back, paused when he passed by Grifyn, who sat down on the deck with his back leaning on a large wooden box. 


"Oi, Grifyn.", the man says. 


"Oh.", Grifyn replied. "How's it goin' man?"


"Stand up and work 'ya bastard!", the man answers back at him with a voice louder than before.


"Come on.", Grifyn says, as he slowly rises from his lazy position. "Look around you, man. There's more than enough to get the job done. You don't need my help. Besides, nobody will notice me."


"You are right on that, but I don't want the rest of us to be scolded when you get found out.", the man replied.


"Relax, man. I got this.", Grifyn lightly taps the shoulder of the man. "How about this. If I get found out, and you guys get included in whatever punishment or sermon I am to receive, I'll buy you all drinks. Deal?"


The man scoffed, before leaving and continue in doing his task. "You better not back on that word of yours."


"Don't worry.", Grifyn smirked, heading toward the opposite direction. "I won't."


He then, headed towards the room where the machinations and magical artifact that keeps the ship flying were located. Of course, there were a few people there, inspecting and making sure all is good before departure. Grifyn easily sneaked past these guys and got himself in a pretty secluded and unseen area, and continued to laze off.


 

 

[Shin Positron Laser]

Location: OxFam Ridge, The First Outpost
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Date: Feusen 7th 997 C.Y.A.D. 11 pm
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Engagement Scenario: UPDATED 11/11/2016


The Norhad Swords group lead by the new Lieutenant Sarah Milliarium touchdown on their destination shortly before midnight. Rather than wait out the night before continuing, the lieutenant ordered all mercenaries to start unloading all the equipment, tools, papaopamus' and other supplies. Aboard one of the airship, Sarah had laid out their objectives. It was the decree of the Kingdom of Welwyn that Outpost Tower, known in military and history circles as the First Outpost, be secured and refurbished for active military duty. As the Outpost had been vacant and in disrepair for over 200 years, they could expect some unwanted new occupants. She therefore tasked all three officers and a small mercenary force to manage the forceful removal of anything living within the area. The tower itself was 20m tall with a 10m base, it had a command post building  built next to the tower, a small armory building and a stone wall about 6m high that covered around 20m out from the tower. Much of the wall has holes that need to be patched up and the 2m gates were broken down. Inside the courtyard, were a bunch of Wight Vultures picking off some bodies. Inside the various structures were Antarnae nests.


History: This Region was so named because the regions Hero, Telemachus Oxfam, held the position while under siege until reinforcements arrived. His closest friend and Knight Captain of this Outpost was wounded in battle after a week long siege. At his death the other knights considered surrendering, but Telemachus, the Knight Captains squire, even at the age of 50, strong armed those cowards will into fighting back. They held out another week until the siege was broken by the arrival of the Trian Knight of Bronze. Although the Knight Order could not give him the title of Knight because he never passed the examination or the trials, he was made an Honorary Knight and has a portrait of himself alongside his Knight Captain. The King at the time of Oxfam's death, renamed the region to Oxfam in honor of this man's perseverance and protection to this important location. In ancient times Oxfam Ridge has been a point of invasion by other national powers.










[SIZE= 16px]Title of Battle:  Expulsion of Unwanted tenants
Location:  Outpost Tower Oxfam[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Battle Post limit:  TBD
Engagement Party Members:  @MsPolite / @Reinhardt / @Kairikudo / @Jack Rakan / @Helral / @Unwavering Knight
Opponent(s):[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]4/5 Antarnae ( Above-Normal Size )  ( Link ) Players control NPC's opponents and roll their dice. You may position opponent anywhere in the Outpost[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]4 Wight Vultures ( LINK ) Players control NPC's opponents and roll their dice. You may position opponent anywhere in the Outpost.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Opponents Stats: [/SIZE]


Antarnae


[SIZE= 16px]HP: 5[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]CCA: 5[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]SE: 6[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]ATK DICE: 5[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]ARTE level 1:  Venom Type SEAL[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Arte Effect: Getting hit by this arte result in -1 HP every post you make until healed. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]There is also a paralysis effect that disables 1 DEF dice and EVA dice[/SIZE]


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[SIZE= 16px]Wight Vultures:
HP: 6[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]CCA: 3[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]SE: 12[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]ATK DICE: 3[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Effects: Any ATK HITS that are not blocked or evaded will deal -2SE to target.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Opponent Posting Cycle: Players have control of NPC opponents until end of battle, objectives are complete, or all player characters are Downed.
Allies: Mercenary troops ( +2 ATK dice and -1 EVA dice ) 
Objectives: [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Deal with Antarnae Threat[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Deal with Wight Vulture Threat
Surrounding Terrain: [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Stone Structures and a Tower[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Flat dirt grounds[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- 6m Walls in disrepair[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Scattered debris and dead bodies.
Weather: Night, Raining and windy[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Special Condition: [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- EVA and DEF dice are -1 each because of the Night. ATK HITS are now 4,5,6 because of the Night.[/SIZE]