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So, apparently no double posting is a thing. I spent a great deal of time an effort on Johann's post and then proceeded to lose it. I'm not quite over it yet, so I don't know when I will post for him. It will probably involve drugs or alcohol, and feelings. So there's that.
The dying embers cast a faint red glow on the study. Detailed maps marked with troop movements and supply routes were spread across a great oaken desk. Leatherbound volumes lined the walls. Titles ranging from "Genealogies of Carcassone" to "Tacticae Noblis" numbered among them. The faint drizzle of rain was the only sound. Baron Gideon Ce'dareaux sat in a velvet cushioned chair, back to the desk. His eyes locked on the fireplace, but his mind elsewhere. A letter from D'Aubigine lay open yet unread in his lap.

"Mi'lord." Gideon turned away from the embers to where Kharl had entered the room, relief at finding his lord awake written across his face. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but a girl in rags claiming to be Chevalier Dormin's daughter is demanding to see you."

Kharl paused, "We would have turned her away, but she bore his signet."

Gideon rose and stoked the embers, "Bring her up, then send for mulled wine and whatever you can find in the kitchens."

The girl arrived a few minutes later. Gideon studied her in the flickering light. She was not much older than Gerard. Her angular jaw was thrust out defiantly, though her limbs trembled and gave lie to her expression. She wore what might have once been a blue dress, it's original color obscured by dirt and signs of hurried travel. Her hair was a tangled mass of leaves and mud.

Kharl entered the room with a tray of cold meats and olives. He placed a pitcher and two goblets between them. When Kharl had left Gideon motioned for the girl to eat. She whimpered a muted and thanks and fell upon the tray with a vengeance. Gideon poured a glass first for her and then himself. He kept his silence all through her meal and observed her from the lip of his goblet.

When she had finished Gideon called Kharl, who gathered the tray and disappeared. "Show me your father's ring, girl."

She fumbled with a pouch at her side and proffered a jade ring with a swan etched on it's face. He gestured for her to keep it.

"Tell me your story."

The girl's name was Claire and she had been on the road for five nights. Afraid to travel at day she had slept under bushes. She knew only that her mother asked her to seek her father's lord, Baron Ce'dareaux. When questioned as to why she had sought him out Claire looked at her feet before continuing. She described strange men, armed for battle, led by one in the king's colors. The men had entered the village of Casimir, Dormin's holding, and began to take prisoners. When some thought to protect their family, friends, or property the strange men drew steel and slaughtered villagers indiscriminately.

"Then Papa drew his sword and they filled him with arrows. The king's man started reading from a scroll, saying that by his actions Papa had forfeit his title. All the while he gave me this smile and then afterward he dragged me to the mill. I fought him. I fought all I could but he was so strong and held me down. I... I just..."

Gideon swallowed his anger and stood. He knelt and placed a large hand gently on her shoulder. She cringed, pulled away before suddenly throwing her arms around his neck and sobbing into his shoulder. She shook with intermittent wails. In seemingly no time she lay curled in the chair, dozing fitfully for the first time in what Gideon imagined to be a good while.

He would need to make his move immediately. Gideon surveyed one of his maps intently. How many men did he have gathered here in Voltas? Five dozen at last count. They would need to be moved out in separate groups to avoid suspicion. He could send Lanzerac and about two dozen with orders to run maneuvers two days travel from the capitol in Corry Field. The others could leave a dozen at a time under the pretext of relieving those on drill. Gideon himself would have to stay in the city. How to gather his bannermen? The Rydar would ride for him, there was no doubt. But a call to arms would alert Conqvist. It was best to play it safe. It would take four to six days to gather his cavalry in Corry Field, he would have to think of something before then.

A sharp sneeze sounded from the stairwell and shook him from his reverie. Gerard sat on a step glaring reproachfully at one of two elkhounds that lay below him on the steps.

"Last I left you were snoring into a copy of Orastes' Monarchy." Gideon commented dryly.

"I hope that was Orastes' intent, it seems all the essay is good for." quipped the young Ce'dareaux.

Gideon idly wondered how long his son had been there. The boy was intelligent. And sharp.

His thoughts were answered when Gerard said, "You have that look that you get when you're planning for battle. That tells me that the girl there brought troubling news."

Gerard grew silent, waiting for his father's response. After a time Gideon answered.

"Indeed."

Gerard nodded his understanding.

"She came here late at night." It was not a question."Which means she had an item or knowledge that gave the guards pause and that is why they did not turn her away."

"She showed them a signet ring." Gideon replied. He felt a mix of pride and fascination as he could almost see the gears turn in Gerard's mind.

After a time the boy came to some conclusion and bid his father good night. Gerard stood and walked back up to the library, his curiosity satisfied. The two elkhounds silently shadowed his footsteps.
Name:
Gideon Ce'dareaux

Age:
35

Race:
Human

Nationality:
Valanian/Rydar

Allegiance:
Valania/Conqvist

Appearance:
Gideon stands above most men at a towering 6'4, and a physique to match. His brown hair, gray at the temples, is cropped short over his dark green, brooding eyes. His armor is a dull bronze with steel trimming, the bronze has been carefully crafted to look like the scales of a great serpent. The helm, of the same bronze material, has an undulating serpent as it's crest. When at court Gideon wears a great coppery coat which is held closed with black silken rope over a white shirt, the trim of this coat is black as well as his leggings and riding boots.
Personality:
Gideon holds honor above all things. His duty as a lord is to be held to a higher standard than anyone else. This honor is not a light burden, and it has turned him into a methodical man. At war he is able to seemingly make snap decisions that leave others flabbergasted. His sense of self and purpose is daunting. It is what has enabled him to accomplish so much. He cares for each of his men individually and sees their failures as his own.

However, the very things that make him an excellent field commander do not transfer into politics so well. Gideon's temper is well known, as are his uncompromising opinions.

Goals and aspirations:
Having accomplished his youthful goal of becoming a ranked field commander, Gideon never felt content with his lands and duties. With the tyranny of the Sarifen emperor Gideon now wishes to drive the Sarifen from Valania and conquer their lands in turn.
Gideon’s overarching goal is to raise his son as an honorable and just man.

Fears:
Gideon once feared the death of his predecessor and uncle, Roland. Now that he is passed and Gideon has become the head of his house and a lord in his own right, he fears the death of his son. Or even worse that he should fail in his duties as a father and release into the realm another self absorbed and incompetent lordling.

Likes:
War. Battle. His son. While a soldier's man in his youth, a womanizer and drunkard, Gideon struggles to set a better example for his son.

Dislikes:
Politics. Petty squabbling and back biting. There is nothing that makes Gideon's temper flare more than the nobility halting progress for their own selfish aims. As a young man Gideon was often asked to leave court over matters of state. The Regent. The gypsy bastard gives favors to his undeserving kin, making enemies among the Rydar nobles. Fool.

Notable skills/abilities:
Experienced cavalry officer and strategist.

Equipment:
Gideon's blade, Serpentbreath, is a large and ornate falchion. Somewhere between a sword and an axe it is mainly used in mounted forms, such as Arc of the Moon, Woodsman Stripping the Bark, and Strike the Spark. The hilt is the neck and head of a great serpent while the folds of steel in the blade are intricately formed into curving flames. His broad-headed lance, which is two feet taller than himself, is barbed. He has two mounts, one for heavy cavalry and one for light. Stoic, his large bay gelding, and Bemossed his sable thoroughbred from Sarife.

Biography:
Gideon Ce'dareaux, was an honorable young man from a Rydar family known for it's political scandals and shady business practices. Gideon is the current head of the Ce'dareaux’s of Redstone Keep.

Gideon is a military man, he spent every moment as a child at Redstone Keep learning the blade and lance. Poetry and it’s like held no interest for him, what need is there to woo a peasant girl? However, poetry and philosophy were made into a part of studies just as business and politics. With a good head for numbers it was expected that he get involved in the family business of trade and transport.

For a few months at the age of fifteen he was given charge over a caravan on it's way to the capitol. Everything went as expected when an arrow was shot from the foliage on the side of the road, then another and another. The family seneschal, who was mentoring him at the time, suggested a few guards take Lord Gideon and escape leaving the others behind. Gideon, however, was not going to turn tail and run. His honor would not allow him to leave behind his people to the dastardly machinations of these common brigands. When his seneschal reminded him that often generals were given to flight in the face of overwhelming force, Gideon replied with a smile that a few arrows were hardly overwhelming force. Gideon ordered the various wagons around the main party. He then took almost the entire mounted guard and made as if it to escape. When the brigands rose from the cover of the forest, almost slavering over their waiting prey, Gideon and his mounted contingent rode from the opposite side of the road with a well timed flanking maneuver. He and the guardsman killed most, leaving a few for the prisons of Voltas.

Upon arriving at the capitol his uncle, who was in Voltas to fulfill his duties to the Crown and Regent, made a great show of seeing his nephew return in public. In private Roland was furious. The brigands, who were executed immediately upon entering the city, were paid for by the Ce'dareaux family. The materials in the caravan were going to a rival and were not meant to reach him. While Gideon knelt, head bowed, taking his uncle's harsh words in stoic silence Roland came to a realization. The next day Gideon was given to the military academy to learn tactics and war.

For many years Gideon excelled at the AcadΓ©mie de Guerre. He was the star of his military tutor's and always learned from his mistakes. The honors he received at the academy were numerous and prestigious, though only worn on parade. After four years of the academics of battle Gideon was given twenty cavalry and a seat at the Lord-General's war table.

For sixteen years he has acted as the the Lance of Rydar, always at the front lines and never a crippling defeat. Now, at the age of thirty-five, Gideon is considered the face of the Rydar contingent in Valania.

Gerard, Gideon’s fourteen year old son, has recently come of age to be squired. While Gideon realizes that the squiring of an heir is usually a political decision, he is more inclined to select a man he respects and trusts as his son’s master. Though his nagging wife, Conqvist's niece, suggests a compromise, it is unlikely Gideon will budge.

The Ce'dareaux crest is a serpent on a tawny field with an argent bend. Gideon personal crest has the serpent wrapped around a lance.
@Pelk: I was always curious, what's the national bird of Turkey?

@Gourmetitalia: I sent you a PM. You ever have cioppino?
For sure. I can edit that in.

Perhaps Gideon. He was a true blackguard, a robber knight. You already have a player with a cavalry, though. As long as I am not stepping on any toes; I would love to.

Derfel was an attempt to jostle the politicking with a more economic viewpoint. I can possibly bring him in.

I'm practicing the writing styles of Roger Zelazny and Gene Wolfe currently. Is it alright if I write from the first person view? I understand completely if you'd rather I not.
Thank you, robotgirls. i've actually been rather impressed with the site so far. Gateway is having a great deal of site issues, hence my being here. ZenHex no longer exists as it was. It was bought by another company.

Hopefully you'll stick around and we'll run into each other in one forum or another.
Hola! Skulls put me on to this site and ya'll's Altaea roleplay. I am the magnificent 7 from Gateway. I played one of Mr. D's games some year or so ago. All of you look liked skilled and fun writers. Without further ado, my character;

A bad peace is worse than a good war.
When I go more than ten miles out of the city, the love and loyalty of friends comes to an end.
All citizens must place the common good before the private good.

Name: Johannes Dobek

Age: Early twenties

Race: Human

Nationality: Valanian

Allegiance: Village of Casimir

Appearance: Johann stands at 5'11. His broad shoulders belie his starved frame. His thick musculature isl taut and ropy from lack of nutrition, giving him a lean and hungry look. Thick sandy brown hair is shorn close to his scalp. A week's worth of rough, unkempt beard covers his face. A face soft with youth, but starting to show wear from a life of adversity. His hazel eyes, splashed with gold, peer down a strong, hawk-like nose. Johannes' hands are rough and calloused from a lifetime of labor.

A single green stud, symbolizing the Valanian Auxiliary Corps, hangs in his left ear. Johann wears a rough leather jerkin, studded with metal plates, and steel shod leather boots. His breeches are thick canvas. Leather gloves with metal back plates cover his hands.

Profession: Blacksmith, Auxilliary Soldier

Biography: Johannes Dobek was born the fifth child and third son of a carpenter in Casimir Village. He was raised by his mother and older sisters. They would often gather in the house and sing as they worked. Johann, when not terrorizing the pets and running amok, would sit and listen for hours.

At the age of ten Johann began to help in his father's woodshop. While his father had no intention of making the boy a master carpenter, Johann picked up more than enough in those years to apprentice in any village. Johann often ran errands to the blacksmith, Mateu, for anything more complicated to make than nails. It was here that Johannes first met Maria.

Maria was ten and Johann eleven when they first met. He found the girl to be annoying when happy and patronizing upset. He did not like her. Still, every time Johann would visit the shop to have a saw repaired or pick up a bracket, Maria was never far away. Her bright gaze, beneath dark curls, would follow his every move.

As the years wore on Johann's mother and father would find more excuses to send him to Mateu's shop. It wasn't too long before Johann began to notice Maria with a very different feeling than annoyance. If she were fetching water, he would contrive to carry it for her. If she were not in the shop, he would question her amused father.

At the age of fifteen Johann was apprenticed to Mateu and moved into his shop Though he always dined with the family. Johann spent most of his hours in the forge or drafting designs at the small desk near his cot. Mateu often commented that had Johann been better born he should have gone to university. Johann would laugh and say that if he had been better born he would not have met Maria.

Maria often found excuses to enter the shop. Sometimes just watching as Johann worked the bellows or hammered a piece into shape. He never noticed, his focus was so great as to exclude all else.

As taxation became an inexorably heavier burden tradesman in Casimir began to take out loans, hoping to keep their livelihoods afloat. It came to a point where most had to choose between paying the debtors or the tax collectors. And then a time came when they could pay neither.

During that time Johann joined the Valanian Auxiliary Corps, doing a duty shift one week out of three. Mostly they fought wolves or the occasional bandits. They escorted drunks home and put out fires. But the Emperor's banner flies on the horizon, signalling the return of the tax collectors.

Notable skills/abilities: Smithing, singing, carpentry, drafting
I'm so down. Rogue Trader is my favorite pen and paper behind Megatraveller.
It is I, 7! Some of you may know me from Gateway or some other backwater of the internet. I am but a simple mortal, looking for others to write with. I love writing almost as much as drinking, smoking, and general carousing. I'm a bad influence and a good read. I've been on the Gateway for over six years, before that I was a member of ZenHex. While I am particularly fond of scifi, more existential than pew pew, I do enjoy any good story, essay, or poem. While I prefer to be called 7, Supreme Chancellor or Merciful Overlord are also acceptable.

All jokes aside, I look forward to meeting new folks and I hope for fun stories in the future!

Thanks!
‐7

P.S. I was serious about the Supreme Chancellor thing.
It is I, 7! Some of you may know me from Gateway or some other backwater of the internet. I am but a simple mortal, looking for others to write with. I love writing almost as much as drinking, smoking, and general carousing. I'm a bad influence and a good read. I've been on the Gateway for over six years, before that I was a member of ZenHex. While I am particularly fond of scifi, more existential than pew pew, I do enjoy any good story, essay, or poem. While I prefer to be called 7, Supreme Chancellor or Merciful Overlord are also acceptable.

All jokes aside, I look forward to meeting new folks and I hope for fun stories in the future!

Thanks!
‐7

P.S. I was serious about the Supreme Chancellor thing.
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