Jonimir’s Tent


Jonimir woke up with the feeling of soggyness all over his face, the smell of chicken and tomato reeked. “What the..” uttered Jonimir as he rubbed his hand all over his face. A loud sigh emerged, as he imagined a practical joke had been played. He got up, and went towards a bucket of water situated outside of his tent. Jonimir promptly shoved his face into the water, as other mercenaries wondered what in Mara’s name he was doing. Jonimir, after enjoying his face wash went back inside and noticed the note on the table. He shrugged it off before going back outside, to eat his breakfast. 



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Hillside Camp


Jonimir had a simple meal of roasted rabbit with a bottle of mead for his early meal of the day. The dense fog that sat upon the camp was unsettling but he grew used to it, before he noticed a group of mercenaries swarming near one of the Northern posts of the camp. He casually moved up behind them to see a glowing ball, or in magical terms, a mage light. Jonimir nodded, before he stepped back down. He noticed preparations for attack were under way. Swords being sharpened, tools being checked and other shouting was heard. He tried to find Sadri or Edrith, the two people referred to in the note but also apart of the flanking group. He rubbed his eyes once more before eventually finding them. Jonimir proceeded to join his designated group, the Flankers. The flankers were made out of an overall, in Jonimir’s eye’s a capable of bunch of people. Sadri, a dark elf with a prosthetic limb intrigued Jonimir, while the other members seemed like your average warriors types in Shetland and Lucex. Jonimir stayed quiet as he observed the conversation ensue between Sadri and the group's leader. Edrith. With the issue of the magelight near to the Forsworn redoubt arising, a few more men joined the flankers and the group was off

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Flanking Position. 

Jonimir moved towards the left side of the road with two other mercenaries, young imperial males in their 20s, one of them armed with a simple iron bow and the other with a mace and a shield. He ordered them to crouch down as they viewed his purposed entry point, the left side. The Forsworn had already received word of the impending attack and were hunkering down. “This is fucking suicide I tell you!” exclaimed the young Imperial, with his Iron mace in hand. “I know, I’m fucking shitting bricks!” replied the other Imperial, who could barely hold his iron bow, hands shaking. “If you want to pussy out, do it now.. or if you want to grow a pair, then we begin now yes?” stated Jonimir. The Imperial males seemed to look at each other, before then gulped. “We’ll uh.. go in..” said one of the males. Jonimir smirked before singling both males to follow him. The trio stayed close to the ground, as they looked towards a few Forsworn archers, hiding in between the foliage. The Imperial archer drew an arrow, before out of impulse the other warrior charged blindly at the Forsworn warrior with the archer. The Archer took a ice shard to the chest, while the warrior was mauled to death by the club of the Forsworn club. Jonimir replied back by charging up his right and left hand, before throwing out a huge fireball towards the direction of the two Forsworn defenders/scouts. Both of them were engulfed in the fire, before Jonimir replied back with a white ball in both of his hands. He sent a ice spear through the neck of the archer. The warrior looked in display belief as the fire slowly died down. As he was distracted, Jonimir moved towards the warrior, in his hand was a purplish glow. The warrior tried to lunge forward at him but Jonimir moved to the right, out of his hand grew a Conjured sword. Jonimir then lunged towards the wounded warrior. He was only able to strike him in the arm, the warrior began to attempt to parry the attacks of Jonimir slowly. Jonimir, knowing that any more fighting would be dangerous began to brew a orange orb from his left hand. He threw a elbow at the arm warrior, to distract him before out of nowhere a fireball engulfed the arm of the warrior from the left hand of Jonimir. Jonimir finally struck the conjured weapon to the neck of the Forsworn operative. Tired from the usage of his mana, Jonimir stayed to the ground and snuck to the best of his ability, he planned to regain some energy/mana before entering the redoubt.