Anyway it's almost midnight and I have shit to do tomorrow so I'm gonna be asleep soon.
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I don't see how it's my turn to post. . .I was marching with Captain Rex to meet Skywalker in the Arena. . .I'm not with the rest of you yet.
Kind of hoping we can start soon, although we'll need others to post their Char sheets first. . .
Kot landed where the fighting was thickest, taking out several of the spindly and poorly programmed B-1 Series Droids from above before aiding a group of clone troopers in storming a defensive position, laying down covering fire as the clones flanked the barricade manned by a pair of Geonosian Warriors who were previously firing an E-Web heavy repeating blaster cannon down the street at an advancing column of clone troopers. Kot's Carbine fire forced the Geonosian Warriors to duck and cover from the bolts, and soon a squadron of clone troopers had managed to flank the position and lay down grenades, splattering the two Geonosians across the barricade.
As the Column advanced, Kot Flitted from building to building on his jetpack, taking a sniper role as the Column continued to clear the series of barricades set up along the street. As they neared one of the large manufacturing spires, the B-1's became sparser and the Geonosians more prevalent, along with a few droidekas. The Droidekas were no problem for Kot though, do to his gauntlet mounted micro missile launcher. Most Mando's preferred a flamethrower on their right arm, said the micro-missiles didn't have enough punch. While it was true, that the Micro Missiles barely had the stopping power of your average grenade, That was good enough for Kot's Purposes. Besides which, he had a small flame projector mounted under barrel on his carbine if he needed heat.
Regardless, after a long intense fight, the Column finally managed to make it to the entrance of their first objective, one of the Many Droid Manufacturing Spires in the City surrounding the Arena. From here it was going to be hard fighting in tunnels, so Kot quickly took charge of the advance. Walking up to the Clone Captain in command of the Column. "Major Tal, Mandalorian Advisor to the 24th Infantry Regiment, this your show?" He asked. "Yes Sir, Captain CT-7567." Replied the Clone Captain, but Kot shook his head and said, "What do your podmates call you Captain? I don't much care for the serial numbers the Bureaucrats Give out, not a proper name." The Captian Nodded and said, "Captain Rex, at your service sir, we were supposed to be assigned a Jedi, but with the Fracas at the Arena Command hasn't gotten around to it yet." Kot nodded and replied, "Well, we'll see if we can't get you and your men some Glory before the Jedi go hogging it all. We're going to be taking out the Droid Factory in this spire, but we need to go through tunnels to get there, fortunately, it looks like we might have just enough firepower to make a decent go of it. Breach Procedure is in effect here captain, can't be too careful in a tunnel. I might be able to clear out the Geonosians with my flame projector, they burn just like everyone else, but the droids are a different matter. They don't burn, so we'll have to blow them up or take em down with blaster bolts. Just remember your training and do what I do, and we might just beat the Jedi to the punch here." "Yessir." Snapped the Captain.
A few minutes to check grenades and power packs, and form up went by, and then Kot and the Clones entered the Spire. Kot led the way, blazing with his flame projector, the air inside the tunnels acting as fuel for the large plume of flame that swept down the tunnel, incinerating the Geonosian Warriors stationed in the first stretch of tunnel. The Clones opened up with blasters as soon as the fire stopped, picking off the now supportless B-1 Droids as they advanced into the tunnels. It was a good entrance, but soon whatever passed for a commander for droids started changing tack, having the droids fire back and staging a fighting retreat further up the tunnels. A some of the clones were hit with bolts, but for every clone that died, five droids seemed to go with them. Soon, it seemed like the droids had stopped fighting. Kot held up his hand. "I smell a trap lads, give me a second to scope out the hallway. "Switching his optics to infrared and filtering out the background heat of the droid foundries took a few moments, but eventually Kot was able to discern the faint shimmer of laser tripwires. "Those freaking toasters laid down some proximity mines to cover their retreat. They're probably regrouping in the bottom floor foundry. Who's your demolition's expert captain?" Asked Kot over the Comms. "Scorch! Get your arse up to the front, the Major found something he needs you to take a look at." Shouted Captain Rex over the comm. Soon a clone trooper with the olive green markings of a Sergeant double timed it to the front of the column. "You see what I see Sergeant?" Asked Kot. The Sergeant let out a low whistle, "Yeah, those things might even have enough juice to collapse the tunnel if they all blew at once, good thing you spotted them sir." He said. "Can you defuse them?" Asked Kot. "Give me a few minutes and I'll have them disarmed and ready for replacement by our own troops, might as well give those toasters a surprise or two." Chuckled the Sergeant. "Get it done, Sergeant." Replied Kot.
A few minutes later and the mines had been disarmed and ready for redeployment. Scorch had even managed to rig up a detonator that would set them off in case they used up their ordinance in the fight in the main foundry. The Column was soon moving again, coming up on a large blast door. "I think I can hotwire this to open, but you men need to be ready to lay down some serious cover fire when they do. I don't doubt that the bulk of the droids in this spire are in that room and have regrouped, priority for grenades should go towards any Droidekas in there before B-1's or Geonosians, I open this door, you all chuck grenades at the best targets, then pick your targets as you need to. I'll be right there as soon as I can lock out the door controls." Replied Kot. A few minutes passed, as Kot buried himself in wires, before a spark lit off a pair of connected wires and the blast doors opened. Immediately, a volley of grenades were tossed down, blowing up Droidekas and some of the more opportune concentrations of B-1's, but the Droids got in a volley as well, and the front ranks of the clones were whittled down with blaster bolts. A firefight soon erupted as Clones, Geonosians, and Droids engaged in a running gun battle in the main foundry of the spire. Eventually Kot got fed up with trying to lock out the controls and put a bolt into the control panel before joining the firefight. Clones died, but many more droids and geonosians went down than clones, and soon Scorch was rigging ordinance on load bearing walls and support columns. He intended to bring the entire spire down. "Okay, we have five minutes to get out of range, let's move it!" Shouted Scorch as the last of the charges were set.
A mad dash back down the tunnels ensued as the Clones and Kot tried to clear the spire before the timer wound down, they managed to make it out at the 30 second mark, sprinting back down the street for the last 30 seconds before a muffled boom was heard and the spire began to topple over into the next closest spire, causing significant damage to that one as well and shooting up a huge plume of dust.
When the dust cleared, a message from command came through the comms, "CT-7567 you are to take your unit towards the Arena, your Jedi Officer will be there waiting for you." Kot, Sighed and said, "Well Captain it looks like that display at least got command's attention. We should probably double time it to the Arena. Can't have the New Jedi in Charge look bad by not having his troops, now can we?" Chuckled Kot. And soon the Clones and Kot were on their way to the Arena.
As the Column advanced, Kot Flitted from building to building on his jetpack, taking a sniper role as the Column continued to clear the series of barricades set up along the street. As they neared one of the large manufacturing spires, the B-1's became sparser and the Geonosians more prevalent, along with a few droidekas. The Droidekas were no problem for Kot though, do to his gauntlet mounted micro missile launcher. Most Mando's preferred a flamethrower on their right arm, said the micro-missiles didn't have enough punch. While it was true, that the Micro Missiles barely had the stopping power of your average grenade, That was good enough for Kot's Purposes. Besides which, he had a small flame projector mounted under barrel on his carbine if he needed heat.
Regardless, after a long intense fight, the Column finally managed to make it to the entrance of their first objective, one of the Many Droid Manufacturing Spires in the City surrounding the Arena. From here it was going to be hard fighting in tunnels, so Kot quickly took charge of the advance. Walking up to the Clone Captain in command of the Column. "Major Tal, Mandalorian Advisor to the 24th Infantry Regiment, this your show?" He asked. "Yes Sir, Captain CT-7567." Replied the Clone Captain, but Kot shook his head and said, "What do your podmates call you Captain? I don't much care for the serial numbers the Bureaucrats Give out, not a proper name." The Captian Nodded and said, "Captain Rex, at your service sir, we were supposed to be assigned a Jedi, but with the Fracas at the Arena Command hasn't gotten around to it yet." Kot nodded and replied, "Well, we'll see if we can't get you and your men some Glory before the Jedi go hogging it all. We're going to be taking out the Droid Factory in this spire, but we need to go through tunnels to get there, fortunately, it looks like we might have just enough firepower to make a decent go of it. Breach Procedure is in effect here captain, can't be too careful in a tunnel. I might be able to clear out the Geonosians with my flame projector, they burn just like everyone else, but the droids are a different matter. They don't burn, so we'll have to blow them up or take em down with blaster bolts. Just remember your training and do what I do, and we might just beat the Jedi to the punch here." "Yessir." Snapped the Captain.
A few minutes to check grenades and power packs, and form up went by, and then Kot and the Clones entered the Spire. Kot led the way, blazing with his flame projector, the air inside the tunnels acting as fuel for the large plume of flame that swept down the tunnel, incinerating the Geonosian Warriors stationed in the first stretch of tunnel. The Clones opened up with blasters as soon as the fire stopped, picking off the now supportless B-1 Droids as they advanced into the tunnels. It was a good entrance, but soon whatever passed for a commander for droids started changing tack, having the droids fire back and staging a fighting retreat further up the tunnels. A some of the clones were hit with bolts, but for every clone that died, five droids seemed to go with them. Soon, it seemed like the droids had stopped fighting. Kot held up his hand. "I smell a trap lads, give me a second to scope out the hallway. "Switching his optics to infrared and filtering out the background heat of the droid foundries took a few moments, but eventually Kot was able to discern the faint shimmer of laser tripwires. "Those freaking toasters laid down some proximity mines to cover their retreat. They're probably regrouping in the bottom floor foundry. Who's your demolition's expert captain?" Asked Kot over the Comms. "Scorch! Get your arse up to the front, the Major found something he needs you to take a look at." Shouted Captain Rex over the comm. Soon a clone trooper with the olive green markings of a Sergeant double timed it to the front of the column. "You see what I see Sergeant?" Asked Kot. The Sergeant let out a low whistle, "Yeah, those things might even have enough juice to collapse the tunnel if they all blew at once, good thing you spotted them sir." He said. "Can you defuse them?" Asked Kot. "Give me a few minutes and I'll have them disarmed and ready for replacement by our own troops, might as well give those toasters a surprise or two." Chuckled the Sergeant. "Get it done, Sergeant." Replied Kot.
A few minutes later and the mines had been disarmed and ready for redeployment. Scorch had even managed to rig up a detonator that would set them off in case they used up their ordinance in the fight in the main foundry. The Column was soon moving again, coming up on a large blast door. "I think I can hotwire this to open, but you men need to be ready to lay down some serious cover fire when they do. I don't doubt that the bulk of the droids in this spire are in that room and have regrouped, priority for grenades should go towards any Droidekas in there before B-1's or Geonosians, I open this door, you all chuck grenades at the best targets, then pick your targets as you need to. I'll be right there as soon as I can lock out the door controls." Replied Kot. A few minutes passed, as Kot buried himself in wires, before a spark lit off a pair of connected wires and the blast doors opened. Immediately, a volley of grenades were tossed down, blowing up Droidekas and some of the more opportune concentrations of B-1's, but the Droids got in a volley as well, and the front ranks of the clones were whittled down with blaster bolts. A firefight soon erupted as Clones, Geonosians, and Droids engaged in a running gun battle in the main foundry of the spire. Eventually Kot got fed up with trying to lock out the controls and put a bolt into the control panel before joining the firefight. Clones died, but many more droids and geonosians went down than clones, and soon Scorch was rigging ordinance on load bearing walls and support columns. He intended to bring the entire spire down. "Okay, we have five minutes to get out of range, let's move it!" Shouted Scorch as the last of the charges were set.
A mad dash back down the tunnels ensued as the Clones and Kot tried to clear the spire before the timer wound down, they managed to make it out at the 30 second mark, sprinting back down the street for the last 30 seconds before a muffled boom was heard and the spire began to topple over into the next closest spire, causing significant damage to that one as well and shooting up a huge plume of dust.
When the dust cleared, a message from command came through the comms, "CT-7567 you are to take your unit towards the Arena, your Jedi Officer will be there waiting for you." Kot, Sighed and said, "Well Captain it looks like that display at least got command's attention. We should probably double time it to the Arena. Can't have the New Jedi in Charge look bad by not having his troops, now can we?" Chuckled Kot. And soon the Clones and Kot were on their way to the Arena.
As his transport descended from the Skies above Geonosis, Kot looked for his target. Jango Fett, the man who had led his father to his doom, the man who had abandoned Mandalore when it needed him most, the man who abdicated his responsibilities, the man who abdicated his honor. Spotting his target in the arena as the Gunship was about to overfly it, Kot couldn't help himself. He was an advisor to the clones, and he'd like to think he had trained them weel. Their own officers could handle combat against the useless b-1 series droids well enough, and even Geonosian Warriors would be no match for them. His target, his vengeance, lay below, in an arena they were currently about to overfly in order to get to one of the more strategically valuable cities. Kot couldn't allow that. His orders didn't explicitly forbid what he was about to do either, and so he did the only thing he could.
Jumping out of the Gunship to the cries of the clones, he ignited his jetpack screaming forward towards where his Target lay. Firing his carbine in a series of 3 shot bursts to take out a pair of Geonosian Warriors guarding the Box. Jango ignited his own jetpack as soon as the bolts hit their targets and was flying off into the Sky.
"Jango Fett! You led my father to his Death on Galidraan, and you abandoned your people when they needed you most! For that, you will die!" Shouted Kot, firing at Jango, as he ducked and weaved through the sky, avoiding the deadly pistol bolts of his target. The Duel was on, two Mandalorians flying through the air on Jetpacks, firing at one another in a deadly game of tag, dodging each others shots. Jango fired a salvo that Kot had to dodge upwards to escape. Kot fired a burst that had Jango zig zagging out of the way. This went on for what seemed like forever, but couldn't have been more than a minute or two.
Kot let off another three round burst, bolts widely spaced in an attempt to Bracket his target, Jango flew low to the stands to avoid the shot, that's when Kot knew he had him, slinging his carbine and cutting his jetpack, Kot Fell to the stands. Right on top of Jango. It was a maneuver only the most suicidally brave would take, a mis-aimed drop could have easily broken his legs, and made him easy prey. As it was, Jango Broke His fall, and the pair began to grapple. Hold-counter-position, another few minutes passed with each trying to gain the upper hand on the other, Jango was skilled, perhaps more so than Kot, but he was beginning to tire in his old age. If the intel was right, Jango had been three days, evading Jedi on Kamino, battling with Jedi Kenobi before narrowly escaping in his Firespray Class Patrol ship and making his way to Geonosis through an asteroid field and Jedi Fighters, having to aid in the capture of Kenobi and Skywalker, and now this. It's no wonder the man was feeling his age.
Kot soon got in a good position, and gave Jango the old Keldabe kiss, a helmeted headbutt that sent the man's ears ringing. That and the fatigue Jango was feeling had allowed Kot to get in a good hold and break Jango's left arm. Jango Growled, kicking Kot away from him and extending his right arm to fire a Kaminoan Sabre Dart at Kot. Kot in turn extended his left, a whipcord reaching out, grappling around Jango's Arm and spoiling the older mando's aim. A tug sent Jango stumbling off balance, right into a punch by Kot's Gauntleted Fist. "Do you know what has gone on in Mandalore in your absence?" He grunted, as he hammered the older Mando mercilessly. "Satine's Peace Faction, and the Death Watch have been gaining more followers! The Death watch has started Skirmishing! The True Mandalorians used to be the middle ground! But you left! And For what? To get yourself cloned and play seperatist?" Another punch sent Jango Sprawling to the Ground. "You left your people at the mercy of Pacifists and Fanatics, I ought to put a bolt in your brain." Growled Kot. "Instead, you are coming with me to stand trial for aiding the Seperatists, and for the Attempt on Senator Amidala's Life." Grunted Kot, as he once again leveled his carbine and shot Jango with a three round burst of stun Bolts."
Seeing that the Jedi Transport was acting as an impromptu headquarters, Kot picked Jango up, ignited his jetpack and flew down to the transport. "Prisoner for you. This is the guy who tried to kill Senator Amidala, I imagine the republic wants him for trial. If he wakes up, stun him. I have to see to the clones." He said, depositing Jango at the feet of the Young Knight standing Guard before flying off.
Jumping out of the Gunship to the cries of the clones, he ignited his jetpack screaming forward towards where his Target lay. Firing his carbine in a series of 3 shot bursts to take out a pair of Geonosian Warriors guarding the Box. Jango ignited his own jetpack as soon as the bolts hit their targets and was flying off into the Sky.
"Jango Fett! You led my father to his Death on Galidraan, and you abandoned your people when they needed you most! For that, you will die!" Shouted Kot, firing at Jango, as he ducked and weaved through the sky, avoiding the deadly pistol bolts of his target. The Duel was on, two Mandalorians flying through the air on Jetpacks, firing at one another in a deadly game of tag, dodging each others shots. Jango fired a salvo that Kot had to dodge upwards to escape. Kot fired a burst that had Jango zig zagging out of the way. This went on for what seemed like forever, but couldn't have been more than a minute or two.
Kot let off another three round burst, bolts widely spaced in an attempt to Bracket his target, Jango flew low to the stands to avoid the shot, that's when Kot knew he had him, slinging his carbine and cutting his jetpack, Kot Fell to the stands. Right on top of Jango. It was a maneuver only the most suicidally brave would take, a mis-aimed drop could have easily broken his legs, and made him easy prey. As it was, Jango Broke His fall, and the pair began to grapple. Hold-counter-position, another few minutes passed with each trying to gain the upper hand on the other, Jango was skilled, perhaps more so than Kot, but he was beginning to tire in his old age. If the intel was right, Jango had been three days, evading Jedi on Kamino, battling with Jedi Kenobi before narrowly escaping in his Firespray Class Patrol ship and making his way to Geonosis through an asteroid field and Jedi Fighters, having to aid in the capture of Kenobi and Skywalker, and now this. It's no wonder the man was feeling his age.
Kot soon got in a good position, and gave Jango the old Keldabe kiss, a helmeted headbutt that sent the man's ears ringing. That and the fatigue Jango was feeling had allowed Kot to get in a good hold and break Jango's left arm. Jango Growled, kicking Kot away from him and extending his right arm to fire a Kaminoan Sabre Dart at Kot. Kot in turn extended his left, a whipcord reaching out, grappling around Jango's Arm and spoiling the older mando's aim. A tug sent Jango stumbling off balance, right into a punch by Kot's Gauntleted Fist. "Do you know what has gone on in Mandalore in your absence?" He grunted, as he hammered the older Mando mercilessly. "Satine's Peace Faction, and the Death Watch have been gaining more followers! The Death watch has started Skirmishing! The True Mandalorians used to be the middle ground! But you left! And For what? To get yourself cloned and play seperatist?" Another punch sent Jango Sprawling to the Ground. "You left your people at the mercy of Pacifists and Fanatics, I ought to put a bolt in your brain." Growled Kot. "Instead, you are coming with me to stand trial for aiding the Seperatists, and for the Attempt on Senator Amidala's Life." Grunted Kot, as he once again leveled his carbine and shot Jango with a three round burst of stun Bolts."
Seeing that the Jedi Transport was acting as an impromptu headquarters, Kot picked Jango up, ignited his jetpack and flew down to the transport. "Prisoner for you. This is the guy who tried to kill Senator Amidala, I imagine the republic wants him for trial. If he wakes up, stun him. I have to see to the clones." He said, depositing Jango at the feet of the Young Knight standing Guard before flying off.
Name: Kot Tal
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Mandalorian)
Appearance:
Affiliation: Republic
Class: Mandalorian Advisor
Rank: Major
Combat Styles: Mandalorian Hand to Hand (A Rank), Traditional Bes'kad (B Rank), Expert Marksmanship (A Rank), Heavy Weapons (C Rank), Jetpack Combat (B Rank) Starfighter Combat (B Rank)
Weapon(s): Highly Customized Mandalorian Supercommando Armor, Modified Military Carbine, Bes'kad, Jetpack, Various Inbuilt Armor Weapons.
Personality: Good-Natured and Boisterous off duty, Deadly serious On Duty.
Bio:
Kot was 6 when his father and the Other True Mandalorians went off to die at Galidraan, led to their deaths by Jango Fett who got them ambushed by the Death Watch and had the Jedi swoop in to mop up the survivors. Since then he had trained in the ways of his people, avoiding both the Death Watch and the So-Called Duchess of Mandalore's Peace Faction. Kot knew the truth, Duchess Satine, for all her good intentions was a fool, and Pre Viszla was a bloodthirsty fool. Both sides were wrong on different but key issues. Not that it mattered, because neither side had the Mask. The Mask of Mand'alor, the symbol of leadership amongst his people. Jango hadn't had it either, Jaster Mereel had, but it was lost after his death. Kot dreams of the Mask some nights, of places out on the rim that might hold it, of discovering it on some forgotten battlefield of the Civil War, of taking leadership away from both extremes towards a middle ground, of bringing Honor back to his people.
Still the Mask is a long way off, and now that he had completed his training, and honed his skills via bounty hunting and mercenary work, he had been recommended to the Republic by Kal Skirata as an advisor for their new Military. A post he achieved and excelled at. He now works for the Republic, alongside Jedi and Clones of the Man who got his father killed.
Equipment: All Gear Listed under Weapons, as well as a Modified Dunelizard Heavy Fighter, Datapad, Toolkit, Rations, and 3 medpacks.
OOC: Hopefully I'll be the one to confront Jango on Geonosis, rather than Mace Windu. . .I'm not holding my breath though.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Mandalorian)
Appearance:
Affiliation: Republic
Class: Mandalorian Advisor
Rank: Major
Combat Styles: Mandalorian Hand to Hand (A Rank), Traditional Bes'kad (B Rank), Expert Marksmanship (A Rank), Heavy Weapons (C Rank), Jetpack Combat (B Rank) Starfighter Combat (B Rank)
Weapon(s): Highly Customized Mandalorian Supercommando Armor, Modified Military Carbine, Bes'kad, Jetpack, Various Inbuilt Armor Weapons.
Personality: Good-Natured and Boisterous off duty, Deadly serious On Duty.
Bio:
Kot was 6 when his father and the Other True Mandalorians went off to die at Galidraan, led to their deaths by Jango Fett who got them ambushed by the Death Watch and had the Jedi swoop in to mop up the survivors. Since then he had trained in the ways of his people, avoiding both the Death Watch and the So-Called Duchess of Mandalore's Peace Faction. Kot knew the truth, Duchess Satine, for all her good intentions was a fool, and Pre Viszla was a bloodthirsty fool. Both sides were wrong on different but key issues. Not that it mattered, because neither side had the Mask. The Mask of Mand'alor, the symbol of leadership amongst his people. Jango hadn't had it either, Jaster Mereel had, but it was lost after his death. Kot dreams of the Mask some nights, of places out on the rim that might hold it, of discovering it on some forgotten battlefield of the Civil War, of taking leadership away from both extremes towards a middle ground, of bringing Honor back to his people.
Still the Mask is a long way off, and now that he had completed his training, and honed his skills via bounty hunting and mercenary work, he had been recommended to the Republic by Kal Skirata as an advisor for their new Military. A post he achieved and excelled at. He now works for the Republic, alongside Jedi and Clones of the Man who got his father killed.
Equipment: All Gear Listed under Weapons, as well as a Modified Dunelizard Heavy Fighter, Datapad, Toolkit, Rations, and 3 medpacks.
OOC: Hopefully I'll be the one to confront Jango on Geonosis, rather than Mace Windu. . .I'm not holding my breath though.
Westeros-Ten Towers
Rodrik Harlaw sat waiting for news from his liege lord. The War was over, true, but that is not something that would stop Dalton from reaving. Rodrik Sighed, if the war were to continue for the Ironborn, they would need allies on the mainland, for the Ironborn do not have the numbers to take on the whole of the seven Kingdoms by themselves. He resolved to write to those allies of his who would be willing to aid the Ironborn in exchange for potential lands or gold.
Looking down at the hall he gave a small grin. His captains and bannermen were enjoying themselves, should he not do the same? After all they had just come off a successful campaign, flush with gold and other riches taken from the Greenlander Rebels. It should be a happy occasion. To that end, Rodrik took up his cup and began drinking. The Ale tasted good and soothed his troubled mind, but he knew that he would have to drink many more cups this night in order to fully soothe his suspicions.
Apparently, his Brothers noticed his mood for Quellon asked "Why the long face brother? We've had a successful campaign, and while it is true that it was more raids and blockade than outright conquest, we did manage to come away with a mighty haul of loot?" Rodrik gave a small smile and said, "I fear that Dalton might seek to continue the war, in which case the Ironborn would be on their own against the entire might of Westeros. Still, you are right, talk of future battles can wait until we have properly feasted our men and drank to our good fortunes." He shook his head and resumed his drinking.
Finally the main course was brought out, Fried Fish, breaded and seasoned with spices taken from Greenlander Rebel Trade Ships, alongside mashed potatoes and greens. Rodrik dug into his food heartily, being famished worrying over whether the war would continue or not. He even had a second helping of the fish, which burned on the tongue pleasantly, but not so much as it would if it were prepared in the Dornish Fashion.
Soon, everyone was full, and off to their respective berths for the night, and Rodrik went off to his study to write to his Mainland Allies, subtlety hinting that should the Red Kraken Decide to Continue the War, it would behoove them to join up, so as to recive lands from the Greens. It was a risk, but many of his Allies were ones that could be counted on to stand by him, even in the face of overwhelming odds, as many of them were blood related in some way, like the Kennings of Kayce.
He sighed, this was going to be a long night. . .
Rodrik Harlaw sat waiting for news from his liege lord. The War was over, true, but that is not something that would stop Dalton from reaving. Rodrik Sighed, if the war were to continue for the Ironborn, they would need allies on the mainland, for the Ironborn do not have the numbers to take on the whole of the seven Kingdoms by themselves. He resolved to write to those allies of his who would be willing to aid the Ironborn in exchange for potential lands or gold.
Looking down at the hall he gave a small grin. His captains and bannermen were enjoying themselves, should he not do the same? After all they had just come off a successful campaign, flush with gold and other riches taken from the Greenlander Rebels. It should be a happy occasion. To that end, Rodrik took up his cup and began drinking. The Ale tasted good and soothed his troubled mind, but he knew that he would have to drink many more cups this night in order to fully soothe his suspicions.
Apparently, his Brothers noticed his mood for Quellon asked "Why the long face brother? We've had a successful campaign, and while it is true that it was more raids and blockade than outright conquest, we did manage to come away with a mighty haul of loot?" Rodrik gave a small smile and said, "I fear that Dalton might seek to continue the war, in which case the Ironborn would be on their own against the entire might of Westeros. Still, you are right, talk of future battles can wait until we have properly feasted our men and drank to our good fortunes." He shook his head and resumed his drinking.
Finally the main course was brought out, Fried Fish, breaded and seasoned with spices taken from Greenlander Rebel Trade Ships, alongside mashed potatoes and greens. Rodrik dug into his food heartily, being famished worrying over whether the war would continue or not. He even had a second helping of the fish, which burned on the tongue pleasantly, but not so much as it would if it were prepared in the Dornish Fashion.
Soon, everyone was full, and off to their respective berths for the night, and Rodrik went off to his study to write to his Mainland Allies, subtlety hinting that should the Red Kraken Decide to Continue the War, it would behoove them to join up, so as to recive lands from the Greens. It was a risk, but many of his Allies were ones that could be counted on to stand by him, even in the face of overwhelming odds, as many of them were blood related in some way, like the Kennings of Kayce.
He sighed, this was going to be a long night. . .
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Yeah, I can totally see why lava could be controlled with an Earth gem. But for the sake of keeping things in balance, I have to say no.
Although, if you think about it, lava is actually a mix of both earth and fire, so maybe we can spice things up, and say lava can only be manipulated with the power of two gems simultaneously.
Already edited.
The idea of the RP is to play as part of a republic fleet - I guess you could play as a Mandalorian.
Cool. Is there a specific Character Sheet Format?
I really like your CS @KnightofTempest, although I'm not sure if summoning lava should be in the Earth gem department. I'd rather have it controlled by a Fire gem, since you already have quite a long list of things you can manipulate.
Sure I just figured since it was an Earthbender thing in Legend of Korra, I could get away with it, it is technically molten rock after all. Will edit though
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