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The Redwatch

@Inkarnate Sorry, Never mind

The Redwatch

I have a question.

What is the requirement for a new Greenband joining the Redwatch, and how is the recruitment operated? Do they have to be of a certain age, pass a test, or just show up to the recruitment office some Saturday morning and sign their life away? Or are they rounded up from prisoners and exiles like in Game of Thrones for the Night's Watch?

Warhammer Fantasy: The Guild of Esteemed Sellswords - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world! [REBOOTED] [FULL]

There would be no fouler way to meet death then that by a peasant’s bow. Frans Vou stood in rapt attention, his booted feet spread ready to spring at a moment’s notice, his blood eyes darting from bush to tree in a vain attempt to spot one of these “bandits” disguised amongst the foliage. The Breton knight was no woodsman, and his untrained gaze could spot neither hide nor hair of any individual. Whether that be due to his inexperience or the actual lack of foemen Frans Vou did not know. Shrugging his shoulders the knight errant took his heater shield in hand, bracing it before his chest to guard his bulk from the woodsman’s shafts, his other hand resting on his sword hilt. Frans Vou wished he’d worn his plate and chain, the steel might’ve guaranteed his protection from the arrows, and he could press forward and engage this threat face to face, but alas the gambeson he donned then, though a decent protection against a slashing blade would fare little better than linen against a longbow. No, battle would not aid them this day, if there were truly a horde of peasants hiding in the trees diplomatic words would save any bloodshed.

Of course his companions and the bandits did not seem to share this understanding, and conflict arose in a flurry of arrows and ice. The Breton gasped at the seep and ferocity in which the ice-mage and bandit attacked, and braced himself to feel arrows thunk heavy against his shield, and yet none came. Eyes hardening Frans Vou drew his blade in a steely hiss, pointing the longsword towards the hail-pattered tree from which the arrow emerged. “Montjoie brigand, zee knows not what zee sayiz! Zere be nomagicien de la mort amongst our ranks. Zy acts are zat of a coward an’ fool. Surrender lest we charge ye an’ smite zee where ye stand foul denizen of zee forest.”

Casting his gaze to his left Frans Vou ensured his companions would indeed support his advance forward should the man not surrender himself forthwith. He was quite confident at this stage that their attacker was indeed alone, perhaps some brigand hoping to loot the corpses of the dead. Whatever his purpose the Breton knew swift action would be required to placate him. Frans Vou knew well that the man was skilled with the bow, evidenced by the swift succession of arrows he’d loosed. Even the skilled longbow sergeants his father employed for the Bluspereaux garrison couldn’t draw and shoot with such accuracy and speed. If he wished to see another dawn he would have to press in close to where the longbow would be useless even in the hands of the most skilled archer.

Taking a single step forward Frans Vou readied himself for the charge, laying the flat of his blade against his shield, the battle-hardened edge readying to sing and taste blood if need be.

Intergalactic Space Adventurers- [ISA]

“I’d appreciate a raise.” Jean joked as he pressed a series of buttons on his dashboard. “Us Sheriff blokes don’t get the appreciation we deserve from th’ Federation community. Thing is though, I’m likely to be promoted to galactic director if I bag our buddy-ol’-pal Bobby an’ I won’t have to worry bout finances ne’er ‘gain. So keep your head in th’ game an’ don’t die on me. I heard wot Mac said, I don’t wanna have to come carry y’all out.”

The Ranger shuddered ever so slightly as the pirate cruiser drifted into it, causing the lights to flicker as extra power was directed to the shields. They held, but Jean didn’t like the grinding sound emanating from the ship’s stern. “Look,” he told Ursa, his voice growing more serious. “I’m impressive right, but even I can’t keep pulling stunts like that, the deeper y’all dive into the belly of th’ whale. The shielding and armor is just too much to punch through. So try not to engage th’ pirates in all out warfare again. If ya don’t mind that is, I prefer your pretty face in one piece.”


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Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor the five survivors of the original pirate score took to the figurative hills in something more akin to a rout then a fighting retreat. Tearing down the hallways at full tilt weaponry and honor abandoned they moved faster then they ever thought possible. Further along they came across a patrol of four others, who in voices of dismay realized these five were the only remainder of a much larger force. This understanding led to more than one pirate shaking in their boots at the idea of an enemy who could slaughter fifteen of their brothers in arms with ease. Moral considerably lowered the scheming pirates rearmed their compatriots and scattered about in hidden positions, preparing an ambush for the encroaching invaders. Fingers steady on triggers they waited on baited breath, watching for any movement to emerge around the corridor.

Miraculous America

Sorry that took so long guys, I've been busy and suffering from a severe writers barricade.

Miraculous America

“I…” Tonya’s voice trailed away. She’d never been a delinquent like Brian Braouts, in the sense that she underwent indictable deeds for the mere sake of being rebellious, but over the years she’d known her share of punishments, and even a few spankings from her father. Tonya learned to never let the instances bother her too much, and just allow it all boil over and evaporate on the wind. Sure it hurt at the moment. Tonya rubbed at her own bloodshot eyes in remembrance of the difficult car ride back to school, and winced at the thought of confronting her father again that evening. Chances were she’d shed a few more tears before this catastrophe was resolved. However in the meantime something had to be done to help Bella. Awkwardly Tonya stepped closer to the other girl, gingerly placing a comforting arm around her shoulders.

“I don’t think so, at least I don’t think they can.” Tonya said in her most comforting voice. It cracked a little, but she managed a little smile. She pulled the question-mark miraculous out from under her shirt, bouncing the tiny charm in her palm. “See, since we have these they’re bound to us. And they would never leave us, look how good of a team we are. Helping each other out, and beating up those last two villains, stopping Rouge-Bat, twice. They’ll be able to forgive, one, big, mistake… Surely.”

The Redwatch

This reminds me quite a bit of the Mouse Guard, more so then Redwall not only by the aesthetic choices, but the world you've envisioned as a whole. The Redwatch is very similar to the Guard. I'm kind of surprised you never mentioned David Petersen's comic books actually, and it leads me to believe you might not have read them. In which case, I highly recommend.

Either way you've intrigued me, I'll definitely be fiddling with an application in the near future.

Miraculous America

Following in step with the others Tonya stared pointedly at the back of everyone’s heads. This was no coincidence, not in a million years. Only Brian Braouts the Principal office regular was the odd man out, with the older Alex being Furitta and the blue haired Bella being Usagi. Tonya kept quiet for now, not wanting to give everyone’s secret away to Brian. Surely the others had figured things out as well, all of them having vanished simultaneously, ending up at the same hospital and being charged for the same offense. She’d even seen Eddie there, and he’d seen Ossar. The temptation to say something burned at the tip of Tonya’s tongue as the janitor passed out supplies and instructions and the group separated into their differing choirs.

“I’ll, start in the kitchen, with Bella.” Tonya said, excusing herself from the others. She followed the other girl into the kitchen where an ominous pile of greasy pots and sticky pans were stacked high above their heads. Groaning Tonya broke off from her fellow classmate, angling for the large walk-in refrigerator at the far end of the kitchen. “That’s a lot, it’ll take us the better half of the year to clean all of that. Hey, I’ll be back in a second Bella, I just need to grab, - um, yeah.” Cracking open the large fridge door Tonya checked around to ensure no adults were watching, especially not the janitor. Reassured the coast was clear she sneaked out a small personal carton of milk, turning her back on Bella as she folded the carton open. She wasn’t sure all this secrecy was necessary, in the likely event that Bella knew exactly what she was up to, but Ossar’s words still sat heavy in her mind. The way he’d rebuked Eddie for coming back and discovering her secret identity, instead of leaving well enough alone. The tiny serpent Kwami slithered from her sleeve, with barely the energy to move let alone fly. He gave Tonya a grateful nod before sliding into the open carton, assumedly to drink his fill.

Poor guy was exhausted. Tonya thought, as she set the carton containing Ossar on the counter a fair distance away and returned to help Bella with the dishes. Setting to work on a particularly nasty pan Tonya became engrossed in her task, fighting the temptation to burst out that she knew who Bella was. Instead she tried a more tactful approach, glancing slyly over the sink. She’d never known her well, they were in different classes after all, but she knew her name, and that she was well off at the very least. “Strange isn’t it.” She started, pretending to focus on a sticky bit of cold macaroni that refused to come loose. “Almost intentional you could say that the four of us all ended up at Luna’s Lounge today, during school hours. And were affected by the gas. I don’t want to speculate, but I think we both know the how, and the why…. Right?”

Miraculous America

@Rockin Strings Edited to your liking

Miraculous America

@Rockin Strings Well... The full week was for the greater offense. Tonya yelled at a teacher and was already supposed to have been at the office when she went missing, which is why she was getting the full week. Also, how many times has Eddie been, cause I'll need a number if you want me to change it.

@Polaris North I actually hadn't come up with a first name, he was just a NPC I created cause I figured there is usually a delinquent in the office at the end of the day, and he provided a Segway into the punishment they received. If you want you can give him a first name, and control him here on out. He'll be working with them in the cafeteria after all.

Was Talon seen there? I thought he'd already transformed back into Eddie by then.