@SirkaithethirdAlright then perhaps I'll edit it so I make the suggestion in the midst of the patrolling? You edit first I guess, since you are superior.
Andreyich
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the issue is them king your thread was great (i didnt read it)
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Where do I begin. I'm from Belarus, and fairly proud of it. I've been RPing about a decade starting mostly with chat stuff and some LARPs/reenactments, doing the stuff of this site for maybe half a decade now. I'm a former serviceman, and while I was conscripted I make sure to stay in related circles. As a day job I'm a programmer letting me usually work from home even when we don't have coronavirus forcing us to do so and thus I got a lot of time for RP.
About me:
Where do I begin. I'm from Belarus, and fairly proud of it. I've been RPing about a decade starting mostly with chat stuff and some LARPs/reenactments, doing the stuff of this site for maybe half a decade now. I'm a former serviceman, and while I was conscripted I make sure to stay in related circles. As a day job I'm a programmer letting me usually work from home even when we don't have coronavirus forcing us to do so and thus I got a lot of time for RP.
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@The Wyrm
Well I was using
for reference, for it appeared to me that we had already done one patrol.
Well I was using
Once the Omadon reached the bridge and Nizar split off Nyon kicked his horse into a trot and continued down the road. While traveling Von Nyon took mental notes on what he sees down to the ditches by the side of the path. As Nyon passed houses he checked for signs of life to note if there is occupants of the possible "strong holds" When Nyon reached the forest he followed his NCO's idea and dismounted for that portion of the route.
Nyon finally got where the two patrol paths intersect but did not see Konyk. The horses did require a rest and so Nyon had his Omadon dismount, seek cover under a tree and stay in a half alert posture.(one man rests while the other watches) Nyon waited till the horses were fresh, then took off at a higher tempo than before to make up for lost time.
for reference, for it appeared to me that we had already done one patrol.
"Yes Sah, it's an accent Sah!" Was the reply of the Dragoon to his commanding officer before being dismissed. From then on he'd proceed with training as before but much more "lousily" if one were to put a fine finger on it. There was one thing John didn't understand however. When did he punish anyone? He had only done what was needed to get everyone fit for war as far as he saw it. Theotok knew his last commanding officer did worse. Old Commander Anios with his mustache a foot across yes.... Ioannis wasn't going to reminisce on the good old days because they were not good and poorly remembered, but nevertheless he thought it was important for him to remember.
War was declared. This was no surprise in hindsight, things were brewing quite fast and it was silly for Ioannis to think he'd get away with just being a garrison for the next... however long he'd live. On the journey to Tomis he'd be pretty reclusive, but whenever he'd see anyone he'd simply snigger a little to himself, shaking his head. However, the closer they got to the theoretical battlefield the laughter would have longer and longer
intervals, as would his appearances.
As they landed, the first thing he did was to once again kneel no matter what happened around him and to pray. Back from the pagan days of the Varangian guard the adoration of one's ancestors was passed down to now and while he was quite far from them, Ioannis thought now - with death looming ahead - was a good time to remember them. On Viking raids, to foreign lands, went men of Northern bloods. he muttered under his breath after making standing up and acquainting himself with the situation.
From the initial reports the arrivals received it seemed Ioannis was temporarily where his veterancy would stand out. An area with much rugged land and possible insurgency to counter, or even create. Yes, this would do just right.
Standing to perfect attention he waited until receiving an assignment. It seemed they were to patrol a forest. He was going to raise the concern of going on horses through a forest being frankly rather stupid, but it was adressed.
However, time would quickly show that there were already flaws in the current arrangement. When Ioannis had the chance in the patrol he'd turn to his officer and ride a little closer to him. After a quick salute combining the maximum formality with quickest time he could he'd ask for permission to speak and after hopefully being granted it, would go on. After swallowing he'd start to speak rather quickly but not fumble any words in the haste for working under pressure was now something he was used to. "Sir I'll make it quick. Our current arrangement is contrary to what experience I many other veterans have from the Mamluk insurgency." Of course they weren't going to speak up about it. Perhaps laziness, or fear, or thinking it was futile they didn't approach the officers despite Ioannis hearing grumbling from them akin to that of his own. "We shouldn't just have patrols. We should emphasize our versatility, act like light infantry. Some men should take some extra carbines and pistols - two or even three of each per man - and have bayonets affixed and swords drawn when we arrive in the forest to stay for a while. If enemies come in between our patrols they will be able to set up an ambush and take out the patrols one by one. If we set up a few semi-permanent check-points we shall be able to make sure this doesnt happen; one or two along the roads and one or two hidden in the woodland. They'll complement the patrols and be able to get first blood upon the enemy, while also being able to flee shortly after to report back." Motionless and looking a centimetre above his officer's nose bridge he'd await a reply.
War was declared. This was no surprise in hindsight, things were brewing quite fast and it was silly for Ioannis to think he'd get away with just being a garrison for the next... however long he'd live. On the journey to Tomis he'd be pretty reclusive, but whenever he'd see anyone he'd simply snigger a little to himself, shaking his head. However, the closer they got to the theoretical battlefield the laughter would have longer and longer
intervals, as would his appearances.
As they landed, the first thing he did was to once again kneel no matter what happened around him and to pray. Back from the pagan days of the Varangian guard the adoration of one's ancestors was passed down to now and while he was quite far from them, Ioannis thought now - with death looming ahead - was a good time to remember them. On Viking raids, to foreign lands, went men of Northern bloods. he muttered under his breath after making standing up and acquainting himself with the situation.
From the initial reports the arrivals received it seemed Ioannis was temporarily where his veterancy would stand out. An area with much rugged land and possible insurgency to counter, or even create. Yes, this would do just right.
Standing to perfect attention he waited until receiving an assignment. It seemed they were to patrol a forest. He was going to raise the concern of going on horses through a forest being frankly rather stupid, but it was adressed.
However, time would quickly show that there were already flaws in the current arrangement. When Ioannis had the chance in the patrol he'd turn to his officer and ride a little closer to him. After a quick salute combining the maximum formality with quickest time he could he'd ask for permission to speak and after hopefully being granted it, would go on. After swallowing he'd start to speak rather quickly but not fumble any words in the haste for working under pressure was now something he was used to. "Sir I'll make it quick. Our current arrangement is contrary to what experience I many other veterans have from the Mamluk insurgency." Of course they weren't going to speak up about it. Perhaps laziness, or fear, or thinking it was futile they didn't approach the officers despite Ioannis hearing grumbling from them akin to that of his own. "We shouldn't just have patrols. We should emphasize our versatility, act like light infantry. Some men should take some extra carbines and pistols - two or even three of each per man - and have bayonets affixed and swords drawn when we arrive in the forest to stay for a while. If enemies come in between our patrols they will be able to set up an ambush and take out the patrols one by one. If we set up a few semi-permanent check-points we shall be able to make sure this doesnt happen; one or two along the roads and one or two hidden in the woodland. They'll complement the patrols and be able to get first blood upon the enemy, while also being able to flee shortly after to report back." Motionless and looking a centimetre above his officer's nose bridge he'd await a reply.
@JbcoolFixed up my post, lemme know if I got any more issues in it.
@JbcoolOne last thing, if my character did a little wiggle would he feel that whatever he is seated on is bolted to the ground or loose/movable?
@Jbcool
Ah, my hope was that I would act during this
but interject before
but if that isn't to be I'll edit.
But, if he isn't wearing my mask then what does this mean?
I interpreted it as him wearing the mask as a sort of taunt?
Ah, my hope was that I would act during this
Obvious footfalls bought the speaker and voice to within an arms length,
but interject before
The footsteps moved away from him, back into the shadows of the completely black room,
but if that isn't to be I'll edit.
But, if he isn't wearing my mask then what does this mean?
Slight movement was followed by the sound of a strap slapping against the main article,
I interpreted it as him wearing the mask as a sort of taunt?
Here's hoping this doesn't get me killed.
There was a twitch that even an Eldar would struggle to notice due to it's speed and microscopic scale, but nevertheless Epsilon had it in his right eye when he was mimicked. However when the man revealed he had the mask - and was disrespecting the item - it was much more noticeable with his head cocking on one side for a millisecond before returning to it's original position. His equipment seemed intact, but he was nevertheless distressed. Unused parts of his brain flared trying to tell him something, something to do with emotions, being taunted and the subsequent anger. However, he'd be having none of that. The only emotion a true servant of the Emperor had was love for his God-ruler.
In a fraction of a fraction of a nanosecond, the question was repeated dozens of times. Of course he wouldn't. But would he want to be betrayed? This brought more questions than Draeta would care to ask, but he nevertheless had to compute them. Cold logic was what was needed here and that was precisely what any Krieger had cart-loads of.
Draeta didn't smile because he wasn't stupid, and even if he was the soldier was nonetheless emotionless. However, it would the perfect time to if narrative causality had a say in things. All the while the man was speaking he was chewing his hooding hoping to get a hole in it for... something he had planned. He was quiet and did it hidden to all but the most attentive of eyes, but nevertheless the sharp and impeccable teeth were grinding hard. Whether or not it would yield, the Kriegsman would turn to the sound and lean in when it was seemingly the closest and say "No, he wouldnt...." before lunging out hoping to catch the counterpart with his teeth. All the while, he was howling "For the Emperor! Die heretic!" in unending repetition.
“Listen closely. If you do not tell me your designation, your unit and why you are here on this ship, I will not torture you – torture would be redundant on one of your kind – I will imprison you. I will imprison you for as long as your life holds out, for as long as it takes for you to meet a slow and miserable end bought about by the ageing of your body. You think that your Emperor would want that? Do you really think that he would accept your sacrifice outside of martyrdom in battle?"
In a fraction of a fraction of a nanosecond, the question was repeated dozens of times. Of course he wouldn't. But would he want to be betrayed? This brought more questions than Draeta would care to ask, but he nevertheless had to compute them. Cold logic was what was needed here and that was precisely what any Krieger had cart-loads of.
Draeta didn't smile because he wasn't stupid, and even if he was the soldier was nonetheless emotionless. However, it would the perfect time to if narrative causality had a say in things. All the while the man was speaking he was chewing his hooding hoping to get a hole in it for... something he had planned. He was quiet and did it hidden to all but the most attentive of eyes, but nevertheless the sharp and impeccable teeth were grinding hard. Whether or not it would yield, the Kriegsman would turn to the sound and lean in when it was seemingly the closest and say "No, he wouldnt...." before lunging out hoping to catch the counterpart with his teeth. All the while, he was howling "For the Emperor! Die heretic!" in unending repetition.
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Also if the woods are dense we would struggle to bring horses through.... Editing my post now
Oh rip, then I would have my experience wasted if there isnt even any major adviice left to give, oh well. At least I could still suggest having men camp out in the forest.
Anyway, ping me when the edit is done.
Should we be concerned that unless we get a NPC section lead, our senior NCO is currently a Krieg grenadier? I feel like we should be.
Yeah that is also a worrying dawning realization. However, I think the organization is smart enough to assign someone else to be leader due to the suicidal nature of the Orders he would give.
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