Marcus XVI

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"We'll see about the wine after I get this done." Cadogan stated politely without even taking his eyes off from his work. He made some final adjustments to the now quite well reinforced coat while making calculations about it possibly hampering movement. When he had made sure all the needed runes were in place he handed the coat to Chii. "Try this on while I finish the leg guards, ok?" The white haired man flashed a little smile at the tiny dragoness and again turned to focus on his work.

As he worked on the leg guards the Great Inventor had to actually admire his own handiwork. The nearly complete leg guards seemed at first glance quite heavy - and indeed would be if it were not for the protective and weight reducing runes he had carved on them. The pattern of runes encircled a rather stylized rose emblem on the left guard and a dragon on the right one - the emblems and runes had been the more difficult part to make in Cadogan's opinion - after all anyone can just plop out a pair of leg guards like it's nothing. The little details on them show a truly skilled craftsman.

Cadogan let out a sigh of relief - in the case the leg guards or the coat would need some adjustment there would be just enough time for that, not that he doubted himself, on the contrary. Still, he had more or less trusted on his eyes while making the items so there was a slight chance that he had made a miscalculation or that there wouldn't be enough time for making adjustments or... The white haired man shook his head and finished his second bottle of wine within three hours.

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Ramia nodded politely to Cornelius and flashed a little smile. "It is good to see you too Cornelius, I hope you have been well." She chuckled at the old mans next comment and grinned. "You'd rather hear it in military terms? Very well." The dark haired woman sat up on her saddle and partially wiped the grin from her face. "First of all there are no easy victories, second of all if someone claims so that person is either a total ass, or drunk - though these two things usually go hand in hand." Ramia took better hold of Faran's reins and shook her head a bit. "My apologies, I shall head closer to the king in the case his own brains stop working and he needs mine." She lifted a finger to her lips and hushed.. "Just don't tell him I said that." The Wolf of Kastagir politely bowed her head to the old man before she rode closer to the front of the army.

After a good while of riding - several hours by her estimate - the army stopped at the lake with the copper house on it. Ramia waited patiently with some officers for the king to return and when one of them had inquired the king about his actions with the person in the house and the king had told about his rather brutal way of dealing with it she spat on the ground and approached Tyros. Her left hand rested on the wolf's head pommel of her falcata as she took a deep breath and dismouted from Faran's back. Her right hand gripped the reins tightly. "With all due respect king Tyros... From a tactical and strategical standpoint your actions were not wise. If this man was a wizard of some kind - to which all signs would point to - it would have been wiser to try and persuade him to join us. After all an army is never too large." The dark haired woman's left hand moved from the hilt of her sword to her hip. "Killing the man may have seemed like a good idea at the time, but what if he has relatives, or powerful allies who could cause trouble for us? Also there is the fact that you slew - as far as we know - an innocent man. You may be a king and even the Son of Tractus, but slaying someone innocent who has mildly inconvenienced you is not a deed fit for either." Her dark brown eyes stared directly to Tyros's green ones. Ramia was quite close to losing her temper - though she hadn't yet even increased the volume of her speech it was obvous. The hand that rested on her hip trembled slightly.

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Speeches had never been much to Ramia's liking - not that the king's speech hadn't been good for inspiration and boosting the morale of the troops, but in all fairness she had never quite understood the whole concept of 'rousing speeches'. The dark haired woman rolled her eyes as she went through the speech again in her head. Even though their own force numbered 30 000 - gathering of such force had already been a magnificent feat - the enemy would no doubt have a much larger force to throw against them. Still Ramia had read her history well and knew that many a time had a smaller force overcome great disadvantages.

The Cunning Wolf of Kastagir took a better hold of the reins of her steed - who had eyed the closest soldiers rather meanly "Faran, you'd better behave yourself... and no prancing, ok? It degrades both of us." She chuckled as the stallion harumphed and shook his head - as if not quite agreeing with it's rider. Ramia took a quick glance around the gathered force and the baggage train that would follow with them. Keeping a force of such size supplied at all times would be even more a magnificent feat than what calling it to arms had been.

She smiled faintly as the Brass Boars began moving. Their captain's loud voice was easily heard even through the buzzing of the crowd after the king's speech. She had a feeling that this was going to be a beginning of a magnificent war. Ramia situated herself near the baggage trains, but within close enough proximity from the king that she'd be available if needed.

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Made some very minor changes to equipment

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Name: Lady Ramia of the Noble House of Kastagir, the Cunning Wolf of Kastagir

Position: Tactician, strategic advisor

Gender + Age: female, 32

Skills:

- Exquisitely skilled strategist and tactician

- Exceptional resistance to stress

- Extremely cunning

- Better than average eyesight

- Skilled horseperson

Inventory:

A falcata sword with a slightly curving guard and a wolf's head pommel
Maps
Quills & ink
Few bags of small wooden blocks
Foldable field chair
Simple gray traveling clothes
Brownish gray, slightly tattered cape with the leaping wolf emblem of the Noble House of Kastagir emblazoned to it

Mount - a rather nasty tempered, but quick stallion called Faran
Known Biography + Reputation:

Ramia is hailed as one of the best - if not even the very best of tacticians in all of Umbri and even outside the kingdom's borders. She is viewed as a rather impolite person by many, but such personal quirks are nearly always shoved aside when seeing the Cunning Wolf's tactics and strategies in action.

Ramia is the heir of the Noble House of Kastagir, a noble house that has served the kingdom in many ways over the years. Most in military duty, some with the church. Ramia had always been interested in warfare - not in fighting, but more in the bigger things like how to lead an army, how to arm and train a force of people and make them a proper army, how to handle an army's supplies. With the quite hefty monetary capabilities of the Kastagir family Ramia was given the chance to learn just that. She formally joined the army at the age of 16 and has gained quite a reputation as a tactician over the years.

Appearance: Ramia stands just under 6 feet. Her hair is on the darker side of brown and extends just beyond her shoulders. Ramia's shoulders are quite broad in comparison to the rest of her body. Her face is quite pretty - though most people would call her handsome rather than beautiful. Her slender body and lack of instantly obvious female attributes causes people to occasinally miss guess her gender.

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Hmmm, should I post?

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I have come to the conclusion that the timeframe of this RP during the inventor games may be a bit weird... An hour went by just like that OwO

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OwO So many posts!

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Ok, I have posted.

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Cadogan was ever so mildly disappointed about the current results - though 5th place wasn't bad there was still a long way to the top. He shook his head very slightly and adjusted the rose shaped hairpin while making calculations. He knew that one little miscalculation could lead to a heap of trouble - and pain for Chii for that matter, which was something the Great Inventor really would not enjoy happening. His grey eyes examined the crowd for a while as thoughts filled his head - thoughts of possible failure were swiftly pushed aside by the confident reminder that he had not been given the title of Great Inventor of Dumont for nothing. It was not just some foolish self given title to boost his ego for misguided sense of fulfillment and to compensate for his lack of other qualities. NO! He had fully earned that title by working hard and always coming up with new ideas and constantly improving old designs. He'd show to these damn Seraphim what human ingenuity and craftsmanship really was all about. What those two things could accomplish when paired with theoretical knowledge about magic and downright unnerving amount of determination to show the world that a human can be more than just a mere peddler of cheap weapons, maker of less than average quality armor and sub par farming equipment.

Seemingly casually the white haired man took a large gulp of wine, he did not mind the droplets leaking down his chin and staining his shirt with it's crimson color. He'd have ample time to make the leg guards for Chii and... what else? Cadogan shrugged his shoulders as he began working. He'd just make the damn leg guards and come up with the rest later. As he worked the Great Inventor glanced at his coat, then at Chii and again back to his coat. A plan began forming in his head and a little smirk replaced the usual half smile of his. "I may not be a genius, but I just got an idea..." The wine had by now slightly numbed his tongue so the words came out slightly slurred. Cadogan shook his head slightly and picked up his coat. Admittedly he wasn't much of a tailor, but he was confident about his ability to make the minor adjustments. Fixing a few seems to make the coat a bit more fitting for Chii and adding some metal for extra durability would be the easiest part. Carving the runes which would give the actual protection would be the hardest part. Cadogan shook his head, spat on the ground and began making the modifications and additions to the coat. "I refuse to lose this one..."