Eisenhorn

Fire Emblem: The Eternal War [ENDED]

Jerod Staudinger

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As people began introducing themselves after his own introductions, Jerod began mentally tallying what he was dealing with right now. There was this fellow who introduced himself as Ferrian, who was an oddity. Sure, he claimed to only be passing through looking for a place to rest, but that did not strike him as accurate. Who in their right mind would take a place like Dragonrage Pass as ideal for a nap? No, there had to be something off with him though he could not place what. Though he dismissed that train of thought as a far more recognized face began speaking and introduced herself. General Luna, taverns had been abuzz with this upstart, rising star of a young woman made the rank of general at such a young age. Yet here she was, slumming with lesser nobles, wanderers, and sellswords, which begged one simple question. Why? Of course he did voice his opinion in that regard in the silence between introductions, not bothering to mince words about the matter either. "General, eh? The hell's a ranking officer doing this far off from her unit or tent?"

Next up was another sellsword, amusing use of the term since she was busy working on maintaining her bow. Archer of some sort, piggy backed off what he said, could have been with Grado, chose life as a sellsword now. Too little information to really judge, but he noted the dagger she was using, and approved of an archer that could at least wave a knife in someone's face when pressed into a melee. Not that it would do much, but better than cowering behind the bow, that much was certain. But he would at least offer her professional courtesy, as one sellsword would to another. "Another sellsword is always welcome. At least someone else gets the business behind war."

Next up was this Rionach woman, who struck him as a ham. Not literally, mind you, but her manner of talking was infused with energy, playing up what she said, and it was enough to make him consider the spear woman further. Her garb was attentive towards garnering the eye, but not extremely so, which meant a deliberate balance had been struck. That doesn't happen by accident, though he knew a few people that could learn from her preferred manner of dress. Turning back to his mug as she finished speaking, he considered how she had introduced herself. Glory seeker of some sort, playing up her role and acting larger than life, perhaps playing at being a hero? Damn fool errand that was, the sellsword decided, Jerod couldn't think of a hero that actively woke up and said they wanted to be a hero before marching off and doing general heroics. No, the history writers decided who the heroes were, but he wouldn't call her out on it, not yet. He would have to wait and see what else was revealed about her before making a final judgement, but it was something to keep in mind for now.

As the mage Djeld passed out tea, he passed with a quiet, but polite none the less, rebuke. "No thank you, I've my own drink." When the Dwarf that had sparked this general chatter and introductions remarked on the two sellswords and the point on Dwarven gold, he chuckled. See, this was the kind of way to talk to a sellsword, with coin and jobs. "Once I'm done with this job, situation willing, we can talk contracts. Don't readily matter who pays me, and I've never met or heard of a Dwarf not true to his word, or his gold. Best kind of employer, that." He had nothing but respect for the Dwarves, what little he had dealt with them, and there wasn't a place in the land that wouldn't accept Dwarven gold, not that he had ran into.

Kazador would call their attention to a red headed merchant and her lover, though Jerod recognized the look of the merchant. Finding people who hadn't at least heard the name of Anna was, at times, extremely difficult. Usually sold good wares, but she was a vicious businesswoman, shady but not criminal. Dangerous to make deals with that kind of woman, so he avoided her unless he absolutely had to do business. But he dismissed her lover for now, likely being towed along until she had spent him for what he was worth and cut ties, leaving him to his fate after he wasn't worth the input anymore. Even if she called him a lover, he didn't think highly enough of Anna to expect her to keep him around. But the next two that the tall dwarf pointed out were, indeed, surprising to see.

Royalty from Askr, and not just any blue bloods, but the royal siblings themselves. What those two were doing lurking with Anna was well and truly beyond his reckoning, nor did he particularly care at this point in time. He had little to no opinion on the two, having never visited Askr in his wanderings, so his knowledge and experience with them was lacking at best. Turning to the next ones, he noted the grim tone in the Dwarf's voice, plus the technicality. He would be keeping an eye on that one, he could ill afford to provide too much, or too little, trust to someone who was the Crown Prince on a technicality. He would render judgement as he gathered information, assuming the need arose. But it finally came for the dwarves to leave, before Anna noticed them, and he inclined his head in respectful farewell, finding himself having approved of their company more than anticipated with their initial arrival. Though the jumpy, energetic woman grabbing the previously silent fellow was an oddity, the more level headed woman's apology and remark brought a snort of amusement.

The arrival of the Princeling garnered his attention, mostly due to his arrival and misconception that they were an assigned unit of his, or some such nonsense. "Rather eager, are we Princeling?" The others would step in and inform him of his mistake, but he ran through what he could glean from this Marwood of Renais. Another blue blood, somehow, blunt and to the point given his introduction. Not a lot to go off of at the moment, though he seemed to care for his mount given its affection of him. He could never be bothered with mounts of any sort, though both his elder siblings seemed to prefer to remain mounted when pressed into combat, training or otherwise. Turning his eye to the woman who spoke, he let the others finish, filling that time with a swig from his mug, noting it had run empty with an irritated glance at it, promptly dismissing her from his mind for now, the mug had to run empty eventually. Didn't mean he was happy about it though, it was unlikely he'd be finding a drink elsewhere tonight. "Fire and Damnation..."

Fire Emblem: The Eternal War [ENDED]

I'll be posting once I wake up this evening, as a heads up.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Valentines, eh?

Fate / Collide

It is definitely quite the fascinating idea, it'll be interesting seeing how people interact from different settings.

Fate / Collide

Shh, I'm trying to think here!

Fate / Collide

My vote would be Jaina personally, but I'm far too much a fan of the old Warcraft RTS series.

Fate / Collide

I mean, no one cares about Ezrael to begin with, sooooo yeah.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

@Andromedai

Fire Emblem: The Eternal War [ENDED]

Jerod Staudinger

Jerod couldn't help but wonder why he had taken this job, having spent most of it so far marching and being told they wouldn't be camped long enough to allow for drinking. It was two of the things he detested, forbade from drinking, and just walking all day without pause. Oh wait, he knew why, the coin had been far too good for how simple it sounded, and he broke a common rule of sellswords. If it was too good to be true, it probably was, but he had gotten his cut up front, so it didn't violate the most important rule. That is, always get enough of your pay up front to keep yourself moving if things went south in the worst kind of ways. Which, fortunately, they had not.

Once they had arrived, orders were to scatter and help out where ever necessary. Sellswords would discuss further employment as time went on, which meant there was no promises the march out here would have been worthy anything other than fattening his purse. Helpful, but considering it hadn't been a lot considering the simplicity of the job, it was slowly turning out to be, by and large, a waste of time. At least he'd found a group who was drinking and, after besting their rather boastful commander, won himself a healthy mug of ale. It was glorified pisswater, but at the end of the day, ale was ale. Having won himself a drink, finally, he had sought out a quiet fire to sit by and consider his employment options here.

Of course, the most empty bonfire still had some madman of a mage sitting around it already, but he was minding his own business, as best as the sellsword could tell, so quiet company, even if a bit unstable, was fine by him. So was the others that trickled over, considering things kept silent. Of course it wouldn't last, as mid swig from his mug a trio of Dwarves marched over, the largest laughing and taking a seat, breaking the silence. Cue the disturbed looking mage introducing himself and offering tea. So that was what he was working on at the fire and pot, it was supposed to be tea. But considering the next silence, he mentally sighed and realized that meant he was likely up next.

"Jerod. I'm here for the coin, was paid fairly well for just marching out here and then sitting around waiting." He could do better on an actually dangerous job, but that was neither here nor there at this particular time.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

At this point, Ansgar was out of his element, and he was not pleased with the situation. As a Krieger, his first instinct was to depart the command center, meet up with the Adeptus Mechanicus element, and move on from there. Not sit here and observe, but their orders had been clear. Observe using the consoles, and one of the most recent comms from the Celestian, use the Heavy Bolter Turrets to take out remaining Orks and move from there. Unfortunately, the Krieger had no experience with remote operated systems, his Engineering training hadn't covered the use of Goliath remote explosives units, bodies were more plentiful for sapping and demolitions work than wasting precious resources. However, the grinding of gears and concerned remark from the psyker got his attention, and the message had been clear. Choke points, not inside the Control Room. "That is unlikely ma'am, she is busy with the Titan. Stand clear!"

Tugging a Krak grenade out of his satchel of explosives and pulling the pin, he tossed the krak grenade up between the ceiling and heavy turret itself, targeting the turret ring and connection point with an anti tank explosive. With a loud, tell tale crack, the turret was dislodged and crashed to the ground in the middle of the room. Thankfully, it was not positioned over any consoles, and a sturdy boot to the side confirmed it was no longer functioning. Unsurprising, it had been severed from whatever was connecting it, and without the hand, a gun would not fire. Or the equivalent, depending on the wielder of the previously mentioned gun. Moving over to an unoccupied console, he began looking for maps of the local area outside the Forge, any sorts of bridges reinforced for Titan movement and the like. "Arbites, request you handle the heavy bolters and cover the Tech Priestess. If they reject remote commands, warn the Mechanicus forces en route. Mercenary, did you find any maps before jumping into slowing a hostile Titan scenario?"

Digging through the files and records as best he could, which was a great deal slower than the tech heretic, he had a simple plan. Anything that large couldn't just use any bridge or passage, and going into the wrong areas could spell doom. He was hoping there was a bridge that would be necessary for the Titan to pass over, which could be dropped as it attempted to cross. Gravity would do the rest at that point. "It is unlikely the planet has Titan killer class weaponry, so if it goes rogue, there is no fighting it directly, outside of boarding actions. Maps would help identify terrain features that could be used to slow or incapacitate the machine." Assuming that they could predict where the Titan would be going with enough time to be able to rig such places to ambush the thing. Of course, unlike most Guardsmen, the time to get clear of the detonations was not factored in, which meant it would not take nearly as long to rig up.