Andreyich

What Are You Listening To?

Celebrating the good guys winning in Britain

A WHFB Sailing Adventure - Andreyich 'n' Penny

It would all begin in the Trading city of Marienburg, where Captain Florian Gunthersson had just docked his ship. The man had enough worries for now and ran a sea-smelling hand through his hair lightened with age and many stresses. He surveyed the great trading city before him, reveling in the majesty of it all, the kind that only seemed majestic to a particular kind of person, amongst who was he. Great efforts had been made to distinguish Marienburg from it's father civilization of the Empire but the influence was nevertheless there. After all, culture is not something that happens by itself. As such, he saw the all too familiar poofy hats of home, and heard the people with their Reikspiel. It smelled of seaweed, and quite nicely of some freshly baked bread coupled with... it had to be some sort of spirits... brandy, yes cognac! Most certainly good stuff from Bretonnia. He barked some non-descript orders to what remained of his crew to keep them on their toes, and then went on to a bar trailing the smell with his well drilled nose.



The tavern was exactly what Florian had hoped it to be, seeing Dwarfs, an Elf or two, and many different men all drinking and quaffing, not to mention the smell of the fresh spirits was here. He sat down and ordered a glass, asking the owner of the pub for a few contacts. He arranged for some men to repair the wholes in his ship, and got a Dwarf to take a look at his cannons, grudgingly paying the little bugger his due. Finally he stood up and strolled over to a printing shop and asked to make some papers saying he needed a crew; true many were illiterate, particularly sailors but there were often those eager to show off their intelligence by reading it to other passerbies and a curious sailor would also often ask a stranger to read it too, if he was looking for work. Thus, he nailed them all over the place and one outside the tavern for the paper would direct the potential employees there. Thus, he waited, sipping his drink in a corner, occasionally ordering some food, then a room, and finally asking the owner of the place where he got the cognac so that perhaps he could buy some and then take it down to the Empire proper.

A WHFB Sailing Adventure - Andreyich 'n' Penny

Jan Dietrich Wiesen
Age: 29
Appearance (aside from pic): He is quite typical in appearance for an Ostlander, tall, and with not a hint of insult can be described as brutish. He has true orange hair and light blue eyes, with a rounded face of immature innocence that only occasionally grimaces as the innate stubbornness and cynicism of his people comes to light.


Personality, skills, other miscellaneous information:
Jan is quiet and reserved, being very well disciplined by mother and father and while not exactly stupid, he is undeniably simple and not very cultured having only started to eat with a fork at 20 when a noble was visiting his village. He has some martial skills after years of being a hunter, squashing some snotlings and being asked to help break up a bar-brawl a time too many though he usually gets by more on being a tad bigger and stronger than the enemy rather than better equipped or trained. He has a thin suit of chainmail, a breatplate and he carries as armament an arming sword, along with a shepherd's axe.

Bio:

Jan was born in a small village called "Hanschen" in Ostland, that had an incessant greenskin problem (though admittedly it was generally insignificant and if anything a benefit considering the price a well prepared squigg could have). He generally lead an uneventful peasant life, going farming, hunting, chopping wood and doing whatever else a man needs to get by.

As he got older, more mature and independent he started looking for alternative work; he wasn't too ambitious but he feared that his swamp province could become irrelevant and he would live an even more impoverished life than already was the norm in Ostland. Thus, he joined a free company seeing minor action. This more or less bored him, so he went on an joined Marines in the Imperial fleet. This however, also proved to be quite boring as he just went back and forth patrolling a single stretch of water on his previous boat.

Finally, he had recently docked at Marienburg and resigned, wanting to find something else to do. He as of late has been doing odd jobs, perhaps helping a smuggle move some suspicious barrels or kicking the arse of a debtor. At the most recent period in time, he has started looking for more serious and permanent work like that of a mercenary, or sailor though not in a static position like he had in the Imperial Navy.

A WHFB Sailing Adventure - Andreyich 'n' Penny

This is an RP with me an @Penny, Not really much to see in the OOC

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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

TBH the British and American election results just go to show that even when outnumbered, the Good Guys still win.

neotokyo ⋮⋮ ネオトウキョウ

There's nothing you can do about it.

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@Vilageidiotx
Trumps an ebil nahtzee, that's what I meant when it was said "didn't they get elected"

Deadland Wasteland: //START Recruitment.exe [OPEN - APPLY]

@Aeonumbra
I'll PM you my sheet somewhere 2nite

neotokyo ⋮⋮ ネオトウキョウ

U mad bro