Propaganda Building, Berlin
When Elias was hit he was picked up by a couple of rebels the sound of gun fire and the smell of gun smoke filled the air. Elias felt where he was hit ribs were definitely broken but he would live, "Nachoben" ("Upstairs") He shouted over the noise, upon hearing that the rebels sprinted for the staircase they knew what they came for, and if they could get it, this would be over.
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As soon as the king said to ready yourself Jamlamin had his blade drawn. Paranoia crept it's way into his head like an illness. "Perhaps we should get moving." He said, taking up a stance that just oozed inexperience, truthfully Jamlamin had never really used his falchion as he had never killed anything before. But nevertheless Jamlamin stood his ground and wouldn't give it up without the kings say-so.
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Reaver had been listening closely he was quite angry with Genitrix "Worry not about the recruits, worry about your own battle, You think Sith just grow on trees your a pathetic commander maybe i should go to Casilla myself and show you how a commander ought to act." He growled, he was angry at her because on Mandalore your clan mates lives are not to just be thrown away as it would take forever to teach someone else to fill into their armor, but he got a hold on himself and went back to a calm demeanor.
"Nevertheless i will have to believe you that those loses were unavoidable, but I am more interested in what Scelus has to report."
The Truth was he could care less what Scelus found but if it would get them off his back and keep them from finding out he was training a couple other recruits to be his personal assassins then he would be happy and they wouldn't know about his plan either.
Reaver had been listening closely he was quite angry with Genitrix "Worry not about the recruits, worry about your own battle, You think Sith just grow on trees your a pathetic commander maybe i should go to Casilla myself and show you how a commander ought to act." He growled, he was angry at her because on Mandalore your clan mates lives are not to just be thrown away as it would take forever to teach someone else to fill into their armor, but he got a hold on himself and went back to a calm demeanor.
"Nevertheless i will have to believe you that those loses were unavoidable, but I am more interested in what Scelus has to report."
The Truth was he could care less what Scelus found but if it would get them off his back and keep them from finding out he was training a couple other recruits to be his personal assassins then he would be happy and they wouldn't know about his plan either.
Jamlamin sat on the wagon next to the king the constant bouncing and rumbling was offset by the occasional rock or bump in the road, although he didn't see why he had to pay the villager for the cart when they could of just taken it, but that was the thief talking to him the personality he had let rule his life for a long time his other personality the one that agreed with the lessons his foster mother and father taught him, had hope that maybe it could come back again, "Maybe that stupid elf girl and the king are getting to me." He thought but nevertheless he quickly found something to break the silence with.
"Why are you looking for people like, me and Robyn now?" He asked Rilden saying that girls name felt weird but he knew he was going to be working with these people pretty closely so he should be calling them by their names instead of elf girl, the king, and red haired girl, but that bloody centaur will always be "Half-Man" to him he did not like him and he didn't like Jamlamin which was understandable he had been eavesdropping, but that centaur had all the civility and tact of a drunken orc. But that didn't matter much now as they were trying to escape and he should keep his thoughts on the mission and getting the king out alive.
"Why are you looking for people like, me and Robyn now?" He asked Rilden saying that girls name felt weird but he knew he was going to be working with these people pretty closely so he should be calling them by their names instead of elf girl, the king, and red haired girl, but that bloody centaur will always be "Half-Man" to him he did not like him and he didn't like Jamlamin which was understandable he had been eavesdropping, but that centaur had all the civility and tact of a drunken orc. But that didn't matter much now as they were trying to escape and he should keep his thoughts on the mission and getting the king out alive.
Jared was awake and practicing his aim when he heard the gunshots, another deviant getting killed because he wasn't in the army or he had outlived his usefulness, that thought stuck in Jared's mind a little "When am i going to outlive my usefulness to the army?" He thought he knew he was a pawn in someones grand scheme but a pawn can live up to many aspirations, it could become anything it wanted when it aspired to be it with the exception of the king, maybe just maybe Jared could become something else too.
These thoughts however were short lived as Jared went into the base for breakfast, he stood in line and took his slop just like every other pawn in the military, he ate alone as nobody really trusted him as he was a deviant, but to the deviants he was too close to being normal to be apart of their group, so he was a loner it didn't matter eventually his handler would tell him what he needed to be done and he would do it, nothing to it but to do it.
After breakfast he was called into a briefing with the other soldiers and assigned duties, and once again he wasn't assigned anything so he was able to enjoy some rec time but instead of going off base to that god forsaken bar he sat against the wall and enjoyed reading "The Art of War" By Sun Tzu, books about war and philosophy always amused him as it made him think, and thinking was something Jared didn't get to do by himself much as his handlers were always telling him what to think and what to feel his lift felt meaningless but nevertheless he would rather have a meaningless life than no life at all, he owed it to the military after all.
These thoughts however were short lived as Jared went into the base for breakfast, he stood in line and took his slop just like every other pawn in the military, he ate alone as nobody really trusted him as he was a deviant, but to the deviants he was too close to being normal to be apart of their group, so he was a loner it didn't matter eventually his handler would tell him what he needed to be done and he would do it, nothing to it but to do it.
After breakfast he was called into a briefing with the other soldiers and assigned duties, and once again he wasn't assigned anything so he was able to enjoy some rec time but instead of going off base to that god forsaken bar he sat against the wall and enjoyed reading "The Art of War" By Sun Tzu, books about war and philosophy always amused him as it made him think, and thinking was something Jared didn't get to do by himself much as his handlers were always telling him what to think and what to feel his lift felt meaningless but nevertheless he would rather have a meaningless life than no life at all, he owed it to the military after all.
a weed smoking hipster who is slightly crazy and says really weird things with a long ranged rifle.
Appearance: Malestel
Name: Malestel Hail, Also known as "Ohtar"
Race: Ranger of The North
Age: 84
Class: Ranger
Possessions: Longsword, Spear, Longbow and quiver
Bio: Malestel had seen much in his life he saw the third age come to it's conclusion, some of the Dunedain followed Aragorn II to Gondor as they were finally free to live their lives without fear, some like Malestel stayed in the north enjoying the woods and the comforts of nature there wasn't much to do after Aragorn II and Frodo Baggins saved Middle Earth. So the rangers kept with their duty of policing the north but while out scouting Malestel and company were ambushed by a band of wild orcs leaving Malestel the only the survive and with his friends dead at his feet he swore that he would kill every last remaining orc,Urk-hai, and Goblin if it was the last thing he did and till this day he still keeps that promise.
Name: Malestel Hail, Also known as "Ohtar"
Race: Ranger of The North
Age: 84
Class: Ranger
Possessions: Longsword, Spear, Longbow and quiver
Bio: Malestel had seen much in his life he saw the third age come to it's conclusion, some of the Dunedain followed Aragorn II to Gondor as they were finally free to live their lives without fear, some like Malestel stayed in the north enjoying the woods and the comforts of nature there wasn't much to do after Aragorn II and Frodo Baggins saved Middle Earth. So the rangers kept with their duty of policing the north but while out scouting Malestel and company were ambushed by a band of wild orcs leaving Malestel the only the survive and with his friends dead at his feet he swore that he would kill every last remaining orc,Urk-hai, and Goblin if it was the last thing he did and till this day he still keeps that promise.
Jesus Christ, senor that was the longest post ever.
Having troubles for a weapon for portland because weed and hipsters cant kill a thing.
Jamlamin followed after the king "Looks like it's just you and me" He said looking around for a cart but he gave up finding one after a couple of streets "Why don't we just steal one from the inn, or if this place has a market from there." He muttered as he kept stride with the king it was eerily quiet after the warcry and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end there was something out there.
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