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A bit later than I thought, but here's my sheet for your consideration!


Rejoice, then, for my nation and cities will be on coastal lowlands and reclaimed land~
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Well now, there's someone I didn't expect to see. How the heck are ya, ya old goaat? ^^
You're very free to submit a CS, provided your old bones can keep up with the post-once-a-week rule.

Good to see you're still around. :D


Been pretty good. Seems my old reputation precedes me, heh. It shouldn't be a problem now.

I was wondering how workable a character with a necromancer class would be with this setting. It wasn't my original concept going into this, but a couple images I came across searching for a faceclaim made the idea a bit tempting.
Yo, Xalt. Long time no see. If you're still considering sheets I might have something for you later.
Looks cool, yeah.
Hey~ Sorry about the massively late response to much of anything, but I've dropped out from the roleplay unfortunately. Had some stuff that came up way back, and I really haven't been feeling it since.
Narcissa had felt a bit irritated that she had not been delegated to lead any sort of force. Even if she had fought on the other side in the past, she had a significant amount of experience under her belt commanding forces, and so felt that it was a bit of a slight to have the role delegated away from her. Most of her picks had been reasonable, but Sir Gerard, although the definition of a combat veteran, was still only a simple mercenary. She quite disagreed with his temporary appointment. In this case, though, the knight-captain’s inexperience gave her an excuse, and she went along with it, despite not being entirely satisfied. She knew full well that on the battlefield command decisions were not to be publicly challenged, lest the confidence in leadership be destroyed. “It would be only right for me to take the van. I’m with you, knight-captain.” She consigned herself to join the main force under Fanilly. It was the only proper place.

Their advance continued in earnest, and as they marched on, Narcissa took the time to readjust her equipment after the earlier skirmish, tidying herself and her weapon, although taking care to remain alert as she did so. Soon enough, they had reached the camp, and she narrowed her eyes, taking stock of the situation in front of them. Remaining hidden behind the treelines, Narcissa, along with the rest, could see the bandits in their camp, protected by makeshift wooden structures and a rather large bonfire. Most importantly, they seemed to be at rest, unaware of their presence; it seemed that none of the ambushing party or its scouts had been able to make it back to the camp, after all. Perfect.

It was simply up to the knight captain to give the order now. She waited with trepidation, spear and shield at the ready, before the young knight’s word arrived. “Forward!” Repeating the word of others, she charged forth. In a moment’s notice, the knights came crashing down towards the camp. Sprinting forward with her lance in hand, she wasted no time ruining the meticulous care she had just given to the weapon moments prior.
Just got back from a trip overseas, so I'll see to a post as soon as I can.
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The battle was, as expected, an unequivocally a one sided curbstomp in the favor of the Iron Rose knights. Fighting alongside Larette and Forina, and several other of their fellow knights in that part of the small battlefield, Narcissa had made short work of her enemies. She frowned as she finished off the last of the injured bandits, spearing the man in the heart before pulling out her bloodied lance and wiping it on the side of the man’s rough spun tunic. Like Forina, she gave kicks and prods at the bodies she passed, nudging them with her lance to see if any survivors remained. Regardless of their state of injury, they were lanced, a mercy to the dying, and to Narcissa, a mercy nonetheless even if they were not.

“I agree,” she nodded at the redhaired knight. “It would be faster by far to simply save one and execute the remainder, lest we be caught with our pants down again bringing these prisoners back to camp. Our baggage train is already strained by the conditions to begin with,” Narcissa frowned, giving consideration to how far ahead they had traveled ahead of their supplies and retinue. “One is more than enough to get information out of.” This was even if their captain criminally neglected to properly interrogate them, but with a glance back at another one of the prisoners, it seemed her other redheaded comrade in arms was already on top of it and pressing the man with a proper questioning.

Although Narcissa couldn’t warrant it –they were just ragtag bandits that had been lucky up until now, after all—she still felt odd about the entire situation. Something felt off, as if there was more to the entire occasion, but there was nothing now that gave rise to any additional caution. She shrugged, cleaning the now drying blood off the tip of her lance.

“We should get moving. We can’t be sure if we caught all of the bandits, so the sooner we get to their camp before they have sufficient time to prepare, the better.”

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