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Okay, no more gym until Monday (instead work, euuuugh). Here's the other CS:
Name: Gaius Ragnarson
Age: 16
Appearance: Gaius looks like his forebear, Julius 'Storm God' Ragnarson with storm grey eyes and blond hair so light it sometimes appears to be white. He has grown his hair out long and tied it back into a single, carefully groomed ponytail in an effort to distinguish himself from Julius' image. He has stronger features than Julius with a squarer jawline and he stands at a little over average height at 5' 11" whereas his forebear had been a short man. Gaius is not broad but has an athletic build and is clearly in good shape despite not being overly muscled.
Powers: Gaius is the first of his line to wield the same power as Julius with any proficiency as it relies heavily on a powerful intellect and a quick mind; both of which Gaius possesses. Able to control air currents around him Gaius has massive potential but right now his power is still very undeveloped; it resembles Julius' before he entered the House of Powers and before his struggle for survival.
Bio: Gaius' family has been hunted for their descent from Julius Ragnarson with those in power fearing the potential symbolism of one of that line rising to prominence; Gaius is still proud of his ancestor's reputation in the Resistance despite his parents' brutal murder for their mere descendance from Julius. Sheltered much of his life in the Resistance and watched over by Rhiannon and Julia, Gaius is unaware of the expectation set upon him.
Personality: Gaius is proud, honest and quick-witted. He may lack his forebear's ability to manipulate and scheme but he is still young and impressionable; he wants nothing more than to live up to the memory of his forebear so instilled in him by his parents.
Name: Gaius Ragnarson
Age: 16
Appearance: Gaius looks like his forebear, Julius 'Storm God' Ragnarson with storm grey eyes and blond hair so light it sometimes appears to be white. He has grown his hair out long and tied it back into a single, carefully groomed ponytail in an effort to distinguish himself from Julius' image. He has stronger features than Julius with a squarer jawline and he stands at a little over average height at 5' 11" whereas his forebear had been a short man. Gaius is not broad but has an athletic build and is clearly in good shape despite not being overly muscled.
Powers: Gaius is the first of his line to wield the same power as Julius with any proficiency as it relies heavily on a powerful intellect and a quick mind; both of which Gaius possesses. Able to control air currents around him Gaius has massive potential but right now his power is still very undeveloped; it resembles Julius' before he entered the House of Powers and before his struggle for survival.
Bio: Gaius' family has been hunted for their descent from Julius Ragnarson with those in power fearing the potential symbolism of one of that line rising to prominence; Gaius is still proud of his ancestor's reputation in the Resistance despite his parents' brutal murder for their mere descendance from Julius. Sheltered much of his life in the Resistance and watched over by Rhiannon and Julia, Gaius is unaware of the expectation set upon him.
Personality: Gaius is proud, honest and quick-witted. He may lack his forebear's ability to manipulate and scheme but he is still young and impressionable; he wants nothing more than to live up to the memory of his forebear so instilled in him by his parents.
The Queen maintained a calm composure as the possessed Caroline informed her of what would have normally been ludicrous but with the events whirling around her as they were she was in a mood to believe such a mad claim. She turned to Revaz and called to Henry before he had properly descended the steps.
"Lord Henry! Lady Revaz, I believe you have something else to consider in your strategies. Prince Jochi, Princess Elaeria and myself will go and speak to our respective peoples and build morale before the battle as is our charge and duty." She slid her hand through Jochi's proffered arm and they descended the steps from the wall together with Elaeria close behind. She stopped for a moment as she passed Henry and laid a hand on his shoulder to stop him. She was surprisingly strong for a woman of her size.
"These people have shown you no mercy, Lord Henry. This is not war as you know but it is war nevertheless; you must return to being a warrior and not a knight." Then she was gone leaving Henry to grit his teeth in frustration. She was right, of course. He hated to admit it but Revaz was also right; the year of peace had let him hope it might last and he had lost his edge for strategy. Rolling his great shoulders he found the deep-seated rage that had carried him through most of his life and re-joined Revaz looking out over the terrain around them.
"You're right. It appears you've still got a mind for war while I temporarily lost mine." He looked towards the forest, his brow furrowing in thought. "Bring us a map of the grounds." He called to one of the few guards on the wall who hurried off to do his bidding. In the meantime Henry dragged one of the benches on the wall over out into the light properly and sat on one end. When the man returned with a map he laid it out on the bench in front of him.
"There's no doubt they'll attack this gate; setting Unity on fire outside our walls will frustrated the aim of our archers from here and gives them the best cover possible to attack. If we assume that the gate will fall easily then they'll first march out possible four hundred yards along this road so that the bulk of their forces are beyond the wall and then they'll redeploy." He pointed to a road on the map. "Their vanguard will be here, probably skirmishers. If we assume the range of their weapons is similar to that of a normal bow then a recurve or longbow will out distance them. So the archers from Elianst, Anstarn and your people will all be able to safely cut down their numbers while remaining out of harms way for the most part." He drew his finger further along the map.
"They'll probably then advance along here as we fall back and they try and brush away our skirmishers. If I have my heavy cavalry from Elianst on the wings of the skirmishers then they'll be safe from any enemy cavalry rush." He paused for a moment, sliding his finger along to the wood. "If their commander has any intelligence at all, even with over confidence they won't commit their entire force to chasing us. If we have the Professors help us then setting fire to the wood will be no issue even with this dew; I don't think the students here have much experience of magic use at all or at least not enough for this to work." He looked up at Revaz and circled the wood with his finger.
"After that I'll leave whatever remains to you and yours; my people are good for coordinated charges and immovable defences but nothing as mobile as keeping a force from regrouping whereas yours are fast and, I fear, actually blooded unlike most of my men." He looked down at the nobles and it was clear who had seen battle and who hadn't. The veterans were busy checking their equipment time and time again, inspecting saddle buckles and swearing oaths to other veterans to pass on last messages in the event the worst happened. In direct contrast the unblooded stalked about arrogantly, swinging blades and tiring themselves uselessly while boasting about their future prowess. It worried Henry how few were at all experienced, especially from Elianst where older men still led the armies.
Shaking off his fears he traced his finger down the road.
"If we assume that their target is the Academy they'll prioritize at least some of their force in attacking there directly, especially if they believe we've already been routed. If we construct the barricade at this crossroads we have routes to fall back on and regroup if necessary but it's far enough away that their forces will be completely isolated from one another." He circled the place on the map with a piece of charcoal from a nearby burned out brazier and mapped out the proposed routes the enemy would take. He thought for a moment and dotted a smaller wood to the west of the road; opposite the woodland Revaz had proposed for their ambush.
"I'll have Granthar concealed here amongst the trees. If we need him to support either of our groups then he's there to attack them in the rear." He looked up at Revaz. "Once we've broken them then victory is ours; we're entirely mounted and we can hunt them down at our pleasure. If we're successful in your plan then Granthar can attack the second part of the force making their way to the Academy in the rear and that'll have them running before long." He stood up, looking down at the people below them.
"I'll have those from Elianst take the most dangerous positions and also have them acting as messengers; they're too unblooded to be relied upon in the heat of actual battle but they still need to do something." He turned to Caroline then, or the one possessing her, and thought.
"We could use the extra troops. Whether we use them as bait to split up their forces or to support the blockade by the Academy they'll be the most useful. Finally this isn't about our glory; this is about everyone here trying to survive. You can take the credit for it, after all it is your plan, but as long as most of us make it out alive I don't really care either way. I just want a chance to rip the guts out of whoever put my father's head on a pike."
"Lord Henry! Lady Revaz, I believe you have something else to consider in your strategies. Prince Jochi, Princess Elaeria and myself will go and speak to our respective peoples and build morale before the battle as is our charge and duty." She slid her hand through Jochi's proffered arm and they descended the steps from the wall together with Elaeria close behind. She stopped for a moment as she passed Henry and laid a hand on his shoulder to stop him. She was surprisingly strong for a woman of her size.
"These people have shown you no mercy, Lord Henry. This is not war as you know but it is war nevertheless; you must return to being a warrior and not a knight." Then she was gone leaving Henry to grit his teeth in frustration. She was right, of course. He hated to admit it but Revaz was also right; the year of peace had let him hope it might last and he had lost his edge for strategy. Rolling his great shoulders he found the deep-seated rage that had carried him through most of his life and re-joined Revaz looking out over the terrain around them.
"You're right. It appears you've still got a mind for war while I temporarily lost mine." He looked towards the forest, his brow furrowing in thought. "Bring us a map of the grounds." He called to one of the few guards on the wall who hurried off to do his bidding. In the meantime Henry dragged one of the benches on the wall over out into the light properly and sat on one end. When the man returned with a map he laid it out on the bench in front of him.
"There's no doubt they'll attack this gate; setting Unity on fire outside our walls will frustrated the aim of our archers from here and gives them the best cover possible to attack. If we assume that the gate will fall easily then they'll first march out possible four hundred yards along this road so that the bulk of their forces are beyond the wall and then they'll redeploy." He pointed to a road on the map. "Their vanguard will be here, probably skirmishers. If we assume the range of their weapons is similar to that of a normal bow then a recurve or longbow will out distance them. So the archers from Elianst, Anstarn and your people will all be able to safely cut down their numbers while remaining out of harms way for the most part." He drew his finger further along the map.
"They'll probably then advance along here as we fall back and they try and brush away our skirmishers. If I have my heavy cavalry from Elianst on the wings of the skirmishers then they'll be safe from any enemy cavalry rush." He paused for a moment, sliding his finger along to the wood. "If their commander has any intelligence at all, even with over confidence they won't commit their entire force to chasing us. If we have the Professors help us then setting fire to the wood will be no issue even with this dew; I don't think the students here have much experience of magic use at all or at least not enough for this to work." He looked up at Revaz and circled the wood with his finger.
"After that I'll leave whatever remains to you and yours; my people are good for coordinated charges and immovable defences but nothing as mobile as keeping a force from regrouping whereas yours are fast and, I fear, actually blooded unlike most of my men." He looked down at the nobles and it was clear who had seen battle and who hadn't. The veterans were busy checking their equipment time and time again, inspecting saddle buckles and swearing oaths to other veterans to pass on last messages in the event the worst happened. In direct contrast the unblooded stalked about arrogantly, swinging blades and tiring themselves uselessly while boasting about their future prowess. It worried Henry how few were at all experienced, especially from Elianst where older men still led the armies.
Shaking off his fears he traced his finger down the road.
"If we assume that their target is the Academy they'll prioritize at least some of their force in attacking there directly, especially if they believe we've already been routed. If we construct the barricade at this crossroads we have routes to fall back on and regroup if necessary but it's far enough away that their forces will be completely isolated from one another." He circled the place on the map with a piece of charcoal from a nearby burned out brazier and mapped out the proposed routes the enemy would take. He thought for a moment and dotted a smaller wood to the west of the road; opposite the woodland Revaz had proposed for their ambush.
"I'll have Granthar concealed here amongst the trees. If we need him to support either of our groups then he's there to attack them in the rear." He looked up at Revaz. "Once we've broken them then victory is ours; we're entirely mounted and we can hunt them down at our pleasure. If we're successful in your plan then Granthar can attack the second part of the force making their way to the Academy in the rear and that'll have them running before long." He stood up, looking down at the people below them.
"I'll have those from Elianst take the most dangerous positions and also have them acting as messengers; they're too unblooded to be relied upon in the heat of actual battle but they still need to do something." He turned to Caroline then, or the one possessing her, and thought.
"We could use the extra troops. Whether we use them as bait to split up their forces or to support the blockade by the Academy they'll be the most useful. Finally this isn't about our glory; this is about everyone here trying to survive. You can take the credit for it, after all it is your plan, but as long as most of us make it out alive I don't really care either way. I just want a chance to rip the guts out of whoever put my father's head on a pike."
Henry stared at Caroline as she woke suddenly and put her down safely. Something in the young woman's tone stopped him from dismissing her words.
"She'll want to hear but before the war we have a battle to win." Henry said, nodding out over the Academy. He had heard Elaeria's message but before that he had seen the nervous excitement etched in her face; a battle was coming. "The enemy who attacked Eleshir are heading here and there's no standing army; we're all that's in the way."
The following morning
Henry stood atop the wall and watched as the North of Unity burned below him. Smoke threatened to make tears spring to his eyes but he blinked it clear and tried to make out the enemy positions. Beside him the Queen and her betrothed also watched. Elaeria was there, representing Fristha, and Revaz had come at Jochi's call; the lure of battle was hard to resist for hardened warriors such as them.
"They broke down the gate at Eleshir without much difficulty and the magicks there were much older and stronger than here; they'll come right through. They'll probably be over confident after Eleshir too. After all, we're merely young nobles and there's barely a full suit of armour to be had between all of us."
They had catalogued the armoury overnight and there was no shortage of weapons; blunted words had been whetted to a razor edge and there was a good supply of various bow forms and arrows but there was very little in the way of armour beyond boiled leather. He turned away from the fires and looked down at the ground around the gate with a thoughtful frown on his face.
"We have two options. We can either attempt to bottleneck them in the gateway or we draw them out and then crush them with skirmishing tactics and cavalry charges." He eyed the ground and found it more than suitable for cavalry maneuvers and looked at Revaz. He had engaged her people several times in the previous wars and had a weary admiration of their horse archery.
"If we have your horse archers thin their ranks and have a barricade set up maybe... half a league down this road with archer platforms to stop them in their tracks we can reduce their numbers to the point one or two shock cavalry charges will either wipe them out or at least rout them." He pointed out to the locations he had mentioned and turned to those assembled but behind them he saw a hulking shape appear in the flames. He blinked, swearing he was seeing things, before he saw the shape again and he ran to the crenelations and focused on that area with no regard for the smoke billowing up around him and into his eyes. It was Fenrir.
"Open the gates!" He shouted down to those below. "Friends approaching!" He quickly bowed to Queen Louise and Jochi before bounding down the steps to greet the familiar. He had seen a figure on his back but in the fire and smoke he hadn't been able to make out who it was but he dared to hope. Elaeria's bad news the previous night had put him in a strange state of turmoil; turmoil even war had not created.
Up on the wall Queen Louise looked after her favoured knight with a faint smile of amusement playing across her lips.
"I thought Henry had crushed his own heart and soul in order to become the perfect warrior. It appears there's some of the young boy I grew up hidden away in there." She turned to Jochi, forgetting that he knew nothing of her long friendship with the knight. "Let us go, Jochi. It's time to stir up the troops." Elaeria joined them.
"I'll come with you. The rural tribes from Anstarn have agreed to follow me rather than be left out of the fight; the remaining few will probably join us rather than let their 'barbarian' cousins out-do them in courage. It's a strange irony that they will follow me because I was so effective at their slaughter." There was no mirth in the grim smile spread across her face; a battle was coming and the pent up anxiety in her was just waiting to be released.
"She'll want to hear but before the war we have a battle to win." Henry said, nodding out over the Academy. He had heard Elaeria's message but before that he had seen the nervous excitement etched in her face; a battle was coming. "The enemy who attacked Eleshir are heading here and there's no standing army; we're all that's in the way."
The following morning
Henry stood atop the wall and watched as the North of Unity burned below him. Smoke threatened to make tears spring to his eyes but he blinked it clear and tried to make out the enemy positions. Beside him the Queen and her betrothed also watched. Elaeria was there, representing Fristha, and Revaz had come at Jochi's call; the lure of battle was hard to resist for hardened warriors such as them.
"They broke down the gate at Eleshir without much difficulty and the magicks there were much older and stronger than here; they'll come right through. They'll probably be over confident after Eleshir too. After all, we're merely young nobles and there's barely a full suit of armour to be had between all of us."
They had catalogued the armoury overnight and there was no shortage of weapons; blunted words had been whetted to a razor edge and there was a good supply of various bow forms and arrows but there was very little in the way of armour beyond boiled leather. He turned away from the fires and looked down at the ground around the gate with a thoughtful frown on his face.
"We have two options. We can either attempt to bottleneck them in the gateway or we draw them out and then crush them with skirmishing tactics and cavalry charges." He eyed the ground and found it more than suitable for cavalry maneuvers and looked at Revaz. He had engaged her people several times in the previous wars and had a weary admiration of their horse archery.
"If we have your horse archers thin their ranks and have a barricade set up maybe... half a league down this road with archer platforms to stop them in their tracks we can reduce their numbers to the point one or two shock cavalry charges will either wipe them out or at least rout them." He pointed out to the locations he had mentioned and turned to those assembled but behind them he saw a hulking shape appear in the flames. He blinked, swearing he was seeing things, before he saw the shape again and he ran to the crenelations and focused on that area with no regard for the smoke billowing up around him and into his eyes. It was Fenrir.
"Open the gates!" He shouted down to those below. "Friends approaching!" He quickly bowed to Queen Louise and Jochi before bounding down the steps to greet the familiar. He had seen a figure on his back but in the fire and smoke he hadn't been able to make out who it was but he dared to hope. Elaeria's bad news the previous night had put him in a strange state of turmoil; turmoil even war had not created.
Up on the wall Queen Louise looked after her favoured knight with a faint smile of amusement playing across her lips.
"I thought Henry had crushed his own heart and soul in order to become the perfect warrior. It appears there's some of the young boy I grew up hidden away in there." She turned to Jochi, forgetting that he knew nothing of her long friendship with the knight. "Let us go, Jochi. It's time to stir up the troops." Elaeria joined them.
"I'll come with you. The rural tribes from Anstarn have agreed to follow me rather than be left out of the fight; the remaining few will probably join us rather than let their 'barbarian' cousins out-do them in courage. It's a strange irony that they will follow me because I was so effective at their slaughter." There was no mirth in the grim smile spread across her face; a battle was coming and the pent up anxiety in her was just waiting to be released.
I am here (for about ten minutes before I collapse in bed - three hour gym session resulted in pub being relegated to tomorrow after tomorrow's gym session. Euuuuuuuugh the pain).
Name: Rhiannon Jones
Age: 309
Appearance:
Powers: 'Mastery' - Rhiannon is able to 'Master' any ability if she sees the user or the ability in use. She once promised not to use those powers she Mastered unless she was given permission to do so by the owner or if her life (or the lives of others) was under significant threat. She sticks to this promise zealously.
Bio: Rhiannon was seventeen years old when she joined the School of Powers under the headmaster's personal protection. Intrigue and scheming centred around her power and when war broke out she stood by the headmaster through thick and thin, along with her close friends including Julia who had sworn to protect her, until the end of the war and stability was maintained.
It quickly became apparent that her Mastering of Julia's power (involuntarily as her life had been in danger) had resulted in her not aging beyond her eighteen year old self. Seeking the advice of the then aging headmaster (Julius Ragnarson) she decided that she would live by his ideals and protect what he had tried to create. Unfortunately even she lacked the power of the 'Storm God' and as events quickly took a turn for the worse she work alongside Julia while watching over Julius' descendents; hoping against hope that one of them might show the terrifying power their forebear had possessed
Personality: Friendly and cheerful on the surface, with a fierce attachment to her Welshness, Rhiannon is often somber and quiet around those she knows well. Having lived so long and seeing friends, family and even whole generations pass her by has given her a certain detachment from the speed of life around her; she now moves at her own pace and lets nothing get in her way once her course has been decided.
Name: Rhiannon Jones
Age: 309
Appearance:
Powers: 'Mastery' - Rhiannon is able to 'Master' any ability if she sees the user or the ability in use. She once promised not to use those powers she Mastered unless she was given permission to do so by the owner or if her life (or the lives of others) was under significant threat. She sticks to this promise zealously.
Bio: Rhiannon was seventeen years old when she joined the School of Powers under the headmaster's personal protection. Intrigue and scheming centred around her power and when war broke out she stood by the headmaster through thick and thin, along with her close friends including Julia who had sworn to protect her, until the end of the war and stability was maintained.
It quickly became apparent that her Mastering of Julia's power (involuntarily as her life had been in danger) had resulted in her not aging beyond her eighteen year old self. Seeking the advice of the then aging headmaster (Julius Ragnarson) she decided that she would live by his ideals and protect what he had tried to create. Unfortunately even she lacked the power of the 'Storm God' and as events quickly took a turn for the worse she work alongside Julia while watching over Julius' descendents; hoping against hope that one of them might show the terrifying power their forebear had possessed
Personality: Friendly and cheerful on the surface, with a fierce attachment to her Welshness, Rhiannon is often somber and quiet around those she knows well. Having lived so long and seeing friends, family and even whole generations pass her by has given her a certain detachment from the speed of life around her; she now moves at her own pace and lets nothing get in her way once her course has been decided.
I'm here and will have CSes up later/tomorrow depending on what time I get home (looks to be gone midnight - gym and then pub; curse social lives!)
This is before the battle so it's definitely the first kill. Henry'll be climbing over a mountain of bodies before too long though!
I'll read through ze posts on the bus to work; hopefully get my own one up tonight.
By the way, if anything is ever unclear in one of my posts just message me/post here - what goes on in my head (nefarious schemes) and what comes out on paper may not always align properly since there'll be information that I know which I'm also deliberately holding back.
I'm the same with Wilfred and Robbie for now - they're somewhat bystanders until the confrontation with Harald.
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