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When the Walls Beckon - (IC/OOC)

The rank-and-file were no doubt a motley bunch. With the recent abrupt shortage of war materials, new conscripts carried their own weapons. Examples were butcher knives, worn daggers tied to staves, barrel shields, pitchforks, sickles and pretty much anything that posed the remotest danger to anybody. There were woodsmen, hunters, farmhands, woodcarvers, scribes, and pretty much anybody else that was forcefully ripped out of a comfortable place in society, thrown a spear and shield, and told to kill the enemy - whatever they were. The expressions differed in ways from soldier to soldier. Some of the new scrubs who had barely seem any action stood straight, attempting to look like the heroes that they were told they would be. Some of the country boys who were perfectly comfortable with their past lives gripped their sodden pikes and staves so hard that their knuckles turned the same color as their faces. The older ones, the ones who had been in the army for nearly and even as long as Malcer, shared a solemn, sorrowful, melancholic state, looking at the jumpy younguns with a nostalgic air. Their were backs straight, their swords were shining, but they all had that same lethargic look in their eyes - they had one too many battles to fight. The 116th's captain was Randolf Horelphus - a rather young man in his early 30s, probably another lieutenant replacing his captain. He looked rather nervous, but he looked like he was eager to get the spot and carried a tone of authority among his men. After Bali spoke to them, the two conversed. Randolph spoke first. "With all due respect, mister Greystorm, I think we should fight on the front lines. Some of my men think it would be a nice way to go. Also, rumor's out that some creatures, tree-men - some kind of devilish troll or another - is assisting our commander. My boys would preferably like to fight with their own species." "No, Randolph. Even if the middle is left unguarded, we need to assist the commander whatever happens. If he falls, our men will be even more demoralized. And as for the tree-men: I have a faint hint of what kind of creature they are. If they were not to be trusted, we'd all be dead by now. Now, I don't want to address our boys like this, but let's get to the point. We need warm bodies holding pointy sticks charging at the enemy. Tree-men would probably fit the criteria, don't they?" Randolph opened his mouth to speak, then shut it just as quickly. He had heard of Malcer's stubbornness and it probably wasn't a good time to deal with it. He issued an order to his lieutenant. The lieutenant got a mixed reply. Some of the conscripts clicked their feet and stood to attention like the good boys they were, some began trembling violently and puking, and some lifted a forlorn glove and mumbled halfhearted pledges of allegiance. Neither captain liked the mix of expressions. They would need at least some brotherhood among them. Malcer saw a conscript comforting his brother who was leaning against a wall retching. Not exactly a warm and fuzzy moment, but it would have to do. "Ten hut! Mooove out!" The about forty-strong company jogged off towards Fenris' assumed location. Either way, the company had done a pretty good job dispatching of the Dark Creatures, so there was a lull in combat in their district. The company saw the weeping of soldiers over dead men, the furious decapacitation of dead Creatures, and the looting of corpses, friend or foe. Looting technically asked for a smart beating in the Firenian army, but nobody ever followed it and it ran rampant and unchecked among the conscripts. Malcer glared at a soldier who had his hands in the pockets of a dead Iavan crossbowman. The pitiful man looked up with frightened eyes at Malcer, and dragged his prize behind an alley. "Reporting for duty, sir!" Randolph hollered. It was a smart move. It got all of the disheartened in check and brought them to their senses. "We will defend the flanks, sir! It would be an honor to die alongside you, s..." Randolph trailed off.

Estermere- A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay (Reboot)

Bump. GMs, doing a good job of keeping Estermere on life support. I've already made an opening post. I'll be controlling various characters so I unfortunately I can't make a CS of my own D:

When the Walls Beckon - (IC/OOC)

Alrighty, Nariata! That's a pretty long post, so it'll take some time to get a reply up.

Estermere- A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay (Reboot)

Excellent. Accepted.

Forgotten Realms: The Viscount's Crusade

Anyone give me a summary of what's happened so far, so I can figure out where Adrian fits in?

Estermere- A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay (Reboot)

Added an alignment field to the character sheet, though already-accepted characters will not have to add it in.

Estermere- A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay (Reboot)

was wondering, marcus - yuan-ti are usually of an evil alignment. What makes Ramius any different?

Forgotten Realms: The Viscount's Crusade

Name: Adrian Phalenost Age: 26 Race: Half-elf Class: Bard of Valor Abilities: Half-elf: Adrian inherited both human spirit and elven grace from his parents. He also has a natural tact for diplomacy. He can speak Common, Elven and a smattering of Sylvan and Halfling. College of Valor: Adrian chose to be of the college of valor. Valor bards favor spells that enhance the combat abilities of their allies and hinder the ones of their enemies. They are also decently proficient in light to medium armor and martial weapons. Folk Hero: Adrian comes from a simple rural background. About three quarters of his life was spent on the farm and with nature, so Adrian is proficient in animal handling and basic wilderness survival. He can also relate with his kin and can find places for the party to recuperate and rest among the common folk. Alignment: Chaotic Good Appearance: Height: 5'10 Weight: 165 lb. Eye color: Dark brown Hair color: White Personality: Adrian is always ready to lend help. He's also confident in his abilities and does what he can to instill confidence in others, whether by word or spell. He believes that nothing and no one can steer him away from his destiny. He has a special bond to his lute, his first and last childhood woodcarving endeavor. However, Adrian believes so much in his destiny that he's blind to his shortcomings and the risk of failure. Inventory: - Longsword - Dagger - Leather armor - Lute - Adventurer's Pack with five days' supply - Notebook with writing implements - Traveller's clothes - Blue brooch with Harper insignia - Spyglass History: Adrian was found on the doorstep of a humble yeoman farmer who lived in a small village along the Waterdeep-Neverwinter road. From a young age, the elf inside him manifested quickly. He taught himself how to read and write Elvish from a young age, using a dusty journal left behind by a traveller. The musical elf inside him was also apparent. He carved his own lute when he was five, and has never substituted it for any other instrument since. He also took a liking to Elvish songs and lore. However, he was also teased at from a young age because of his white hair and pointy ears. Adrian wasn't sure which side of him he was going to eventually surrender to. But one day, on the eve of Adrian's 'manhood' birthday, he was wandering into the nearby woods which had a reputation for being 'queer'. Because it was queer, and like the young man he was, Adrian obviously ventured in. He sat down by a lake and began singing a beautiful Elvish song, accompanied by his lute. When he had finished, he discovered that a beautiful fey lady - he wasn't sure what kind - had been listening to his song nearby. Impressed by such musicianship and handling of the Elvish language, the fey lady granted Adrian the gift of using his songs to manipulate the fabric of reality - he would become a bard. Not just any lute-plucking minstrel, a real bard. For the next four years, Adrian went to the same spot where he first sang his song and the fey lady would tutor him in his bardsmanship. That is, until one day the fey lady failed to appear. Instead of getting angry, Adrian thought that her disappearance meant it was time for him to put his skills to the test. Sure enough, one day hobgoblins besieged the village. Adrian was called up to the village militia. His insistence on bringing his lute with him made him the laughingstock of many of the 'tougher' village men, who deemed him a sentimental wimp. But every man was needed - time and time again the hobgoblins lead brutal charges against the village boundaries and they would not hold for much longer without outside help. However, the village men very, very soon changed their mind about Adrian. The 'White Warrior', as he was called afterwards, had apparently guided twenty militiamen to safety and with his magic forced a considerable amount of hobgoblin troops to retreat. He became a village hero. His aging father told him that the simple rural life was definitely not for him. Something greater was in store. Adrian set out from his village, armed with his lute and his militia gear. He became a travelling scholar, a part-time sellsword and even a Harper recruit specializing in intelligence-gathering. Yet, somehow, he felt that mere research of his destiny could not quench his spirit. Then he began having recurring dreams about the fey lady four years ago. He interpreted it as a message that his time to become a great hero was near. A Harper friend hit the nail on the hammer when he told Adrian that Korick the Halfling was looking for adventurers to participate in a mission to the High Moors. Notes:

Inspiration

(I didn't use it as an outright appearance because I wasn't sure of the gender.)

Forgotten Realms: The Viscount's Crusade

Awaiting acceptance. :P (sry for rushin)

Estermere- A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay (Reboot)

Damn, you guys are dedicated. Kudos to all of you. I didn't know so many people loved this. Post away! (this isn't dead after all. After all this sudden activity, I have decided to continue BUT please note my sig.) (I haff dis little GM thing in the corner. :D) Thou art accepted, @Forest Bandit. You may post it to the Characters tab.