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If we are marked to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires;
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart. His passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse.
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.

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Let me know if it's good, if there are issues and/or if you have feedback! Don't be afraid to flatout deny me if you think it's not good enough. ^^
I'll get started then. I see you have your CS skeleton in a titanpad, just wondering if you know you can just put it here (incluis the code?)
I'm rather interested. Are you willing to take me in?
Joakim turned to Tomas. It seems that Tomas hadn't understood that he wanted some peace and quiet, away from the feasts that he loathed. The only good feasts were the ones after a tourney. Now, it was just noblemen licking eachothers boots clean. “You'll find the armory in the keep suits your needs - the blades are not exactly masterworks, but they cut like any other blade. They're free of charge, as long as you'll be around to protect the Wintershouse.” After that he continued looking into the distance, not paying Tomas much more mind.

Then, with sudden movements, he turned to Tomas with his full body. “Why abandon your home? You're a bastard, so I guess you don't like your home as much. But even a bastard must have some feelings of homeliness. You should've stayed to defend it.” His words were fast and were intended to cut like a blade, testing what Tomas was made of, and to reflect how Joakim felt about it. It was clear he thought lowly of the 'betrayal'. “Amber shouldn't of fled either. It was her throne, lost now. There must've been Forkish men and women willing to fight for her. Any respect they had for her, it must be gone now.” He looked Tomas straight in the eyes, ensuring every word he spoke was heard by him. He spat on the ground and made way for the stairs again, stopping briefly to say something else. “I know I wouldn't fight for her if she fled the Wintershouse when we needed her.” And with those words spoken he headed down the snow white stairs to fulfil some duties as the marshal of the Wintershouse.

Tough, heavy steps approached the armory, where a quartermaster was at work along with several servants, organizing weaponry and armor. Joakim entered through the doorway, which was made of thick dark wood, and nodded at the quartermaster. “Morning. I need an account of the weapons we have available for our own troops, though I assume we have plenty. You know how it works, if you think we need more of anything, let the smith make it. I'm sure he doesn't mind the extra work.” He picked up a blade and balanced it in his hands, testing how it felt. After that he laid it down again and smiled at the quartermaster. “Or the extra pay. Good day.” He turned around and headed back for the great hall, in an attempt to find Gavin. The man was never there when Joakim needed him.

Entering the hall once again, he quickly found Gavin and struck up a conversation with him. “Gavin, please follow me to my quarters. I need to attend to some bussiness while my brother,” he said while looking at Gregar, who was entertaining the black knight still. “.. is busy doing lordly stuff.” He gave Gavin a short trademark nod, with a dedicated look in his eyes. If Gregar wouldn't attend to the matters that needed attention the most right now, Joakim would. He headed back to his quarters once more, no doubt with Gavin on his tail as the man was his servant after all. Well, he was more than a servant, but not many people knew of that. As they arrived at Joakims room, he unlocked the door and headed inside. He took up a seat in a chair and offered Gavin a chair as well, though he knew that Gavin wouldn't stay for long. He wasn't here to talk about Gavins' life, and even if he wanted to, Gavin didn't seem to appreciate those talks that much. A secretive fellow, him.

“Gavin, I need a count of heads. I need to know how many men we have ready after the war. Surely we lost many, too many. I also want to know how many troops the lords can supply, and how many are already here.” It was clear Joakim was doing calculations for the battles to come, and for supplies to be arranged in time to defend against possible sieges, although Joakim would prefer to meet the enemy on the fields. “Also, I know that you have contacts in Harrighfields demesne. See to it that you get your hands on information detailing their troop numbers. I know that they'll be inaccurate, but it's better than nothing.. have you learnt anything of the foreigners?” It was clear that after the orders and the information of the foreigners, Gavin could go.




Gregar paid close attention to the foreign warlord. The man was armed to the teeth, even during a feast. As bad a sign as any. The man drew attention away from the black knight, as was to be expected. The black knights' answer would have to wait in favor of this foreigner. Gregar looked at him with skepticism, holding his cup of wine and toiling it around. As the man made his gesture of.. whatever it was that he did, Gregar noticed a smile on the mans face. It wasn't the smile of an amused person. Gregar returned the favor with a smile that said 'good show.' Gregar feared little, not even this man with his imposing posture and many weapons. For every blade the man had, Gregar had four men in the room willing to draw blades, and if need be, blood, to protect the lord. That was a positive thing about being regarded a good, honorable lord. Many men were willing to die for you, simply because you were nice to them. That, and Gregars fame in the world, drew many men to him. Men that didn't seek coin but honorable servitude.

“Rosemary- please seat the man next to lord Berengar,” he said to Rosemary, whom he had noticed coming in with Arryn and sitting down with the duchess. Lord Berengar was a young lord, ugly too, who had no skills with a blade, with coin, or with his tongue. The man was dimwitted and incapable of ruling. If it weren't for the influence his father had had, the boy would've been lynched by his own people. Most of all, he enjoyed drinking. That's why the lord was already drunk off his face early in the morning. Sitting next to him wouldn't be pleasureable for the warlord, but then again, the warlord held no real title in Borhilon, and as such had no entitlement to any seating at all. He should hold himself lucky that he was even offered entrance to the castle, being a foreigner. Gregar looked back at the man, smiling more sincerely now. “.. unless you had wished to sit elsewhere?” Truth be told, the man would be a valuable ally, but it seemed the man wasn't here for anything of the sorts - he was here for a show of power without even telling his name. He was still largely unknown to Gregar, so putting on a show like that for him was only terribly arrogant of him.




Arryn smiled at lady Amber, who told her name and rank. She had no idea, but was glad she got invited to take a seat next to her. She could atleast see the party with better vision than before from that seat. “Yes, lady duchess. It would be my pleasure.” she said, softly as always. She got up and walked around the table, taking the free seat next to lady Amber, keeping her eyes on the men in front of her. There were some men standing, talking with eachother. They were of different levels and ranks. Some were knights, others were sons of noblemen. These groups shared a similar standing. Some of the peasants were standing at the back of the hall, conversing as well, but mostly drinking and enjoying the food that they rarely saw. And then, in the center, there were a black knight and a man in strange armor, though beautifully made. Rosemary got told to seat the man next to lord Berengar, a terrible young boy, who was barely two years older than Arryn. He was already drunk, and was attempting to coerce a young peasant lady into his bedchamber. To anyone versed in the political nature of feasts, it was quite an insult to be seated next to someone so unimportant and, even more so, someone so rude and annoying.

Then Arryn looked at Amber, a lovely lady, although not very feminine. She had a certain charm about her, something that said 'it doesn't matter that I'm not feminine, I'm still attractive.' Though Arryn wouldn't say that. “I am a handmaiden to lady Catryn, as I said. I mostly take care of her, now that her husband is dead. Such a pity, lord Rikard was truly one of a kind. May God and his children rest his soul.” She would smile at Amber, waiting for a counter remark before continueing. “It's very friendly of you to let me sit here. Other duchesses would've sent me away. And I'd hate to sit next to someone like lord Berengar.”
Joakim was a bit rude.
This school is nuts.
Kanajiro Hanamoto




Kanajiro would squint his eyes as Mika said she visited many Asian countries. She didn't seem the part to take any interesting in things beyond superficial trivialities. “That's good for you.” She had likely only seen the tourist traps, and only learned about the surface of these things. Culture and meaning must've been lost on her, Kanajiro was sure. He only grew more annoyed when Mika let out a loud 'Ahhhh' when he said he was poor, almost as if she was trying to say that that explained a lot. His eyebrows furrowed inwards even more than they normally were, as he stared her in the eyes. She was sorry that he was poor. Deciding not to go against it, he simply nodded and tried to hide his annoyed visage. He realised, however, that there must be a core of truth to her annoying behavior. If this had been Osaka, and Kanajiro had seen Mika walking on her own in the streets.. he would've stolen her purse by now, if not more.

Then she said she was interested because there was something about Kanajiro that made her want to know more. What a strange thing to say. He grinned and then burst out laughing loudly, drawing attention of some around them in other booths. “Really? That's kinda creepy you know. I hadn't taken you for a creepy stalker.” She had inadvertently managed to lighten the mood atleast as Kanajiro's annoyed look was gone now and had returned to his normal 'resting thug face' state.

Without any warning he smacked his hand down flat on the table rather hard and started moving to get up. “I'm getting bored here. For a school with super powers, this is all getting rather tame. I'll have a smoke outside and look for something interesting to do.” Without realizing he had probably called Mika boring. Whatever. He got out of the booth and took the cigarette from behind his ears, putting it on his lips for the time being. Unlit, ofcourse. He turned around and got ready to leave but changed his mind once again and turned back to Mika. “You didn't want to come, right? Wouldn't want to chip your 100 dollar nail paint.” He guessed that he was spot on, but he might just challenge her enough for her to decide to come with. She'd probably be more busy looking in mirrors than being interesting anyway. There he went, underestimating her again. He reared round and walked out of the café, headed for the exit/entrance to go outside.

As he got outside he pulled a lighter from his pants and lit up the cigarette in his mouth. He'd inhale deeply and let the smoke escape from his mouth through a small hole he formed with his mouth on the left side of it. He'd stand around in the cold weather for a bit before he'd continue down the pathway towards the beach shack. He had seen the building on his way in but hadn't seen the inside yet. And since it was one of the few places outside where you didn't get the idea that you were in a bloody school, he decided he'd like to spend most his time there, preferably alone or with a few others. Tossing the half burnt up cigarette to the side before he entered, he walked into quite a crowd. Not exactly what he was looking for, since he had hoped to just sit and pass time until he could go to sleep.

Deciding that the amount of people was too big for him, he headed for the stairs and went up them, hearing something about a monster on the way up, only coming out amidst a gang initiation. Atleast, that's what it looked like since Kanajiro hadn't heard the entire conversation that these people had had. And, above all, there was a fucking cricket person. Not being able to hold himself back, Kanajiro let out a rather loud. “What the fuck.” while he stared at the cricket.. person? The mandibles were scary looking for sure, and Kanajiro wasn't quite sure if the cricket lady was a threat or just some school going girl. He had heard rumours of monsters roaming around, and even recently of an attack. Perhaps this was one of those monsters? Nah, if that were the case people wouldn't be standing around all cool, not paying any mind to the fucking elephant in the room. Or perhaps the cricket in the room was a better choice of words. He looked around the room to the others in here, which seemed to be mainly a collection of girls, with an odd boy here or there. He couldn't really focus on making a headcount at this point, that's how weirded out he was. Putting his hand on his forehead and tilting it a bit, he spoke to himself but loud enough for the others to hear. “Kanajiro, baka.. you ask for interesting stuff, you get it. Should've just gone back to your room, idiot.”

After taking a moment for himself he looked back up at the group in front of him. “Yo,” he said, trying to act like he didn't just say what the fuck when he saw the cricket lady. “.. I heard something about a monster?” He tried his best to focus his gaze on the youngest looking girl that was around and restart the conversation. She looked to be about 6, a toddler at best. It didn't help much to stop him from being weirded out, because who the fuck lets a toddler into a school for people with powers? So he redirected his gaze once again to someone else, namely a girl with fiery red hair and a very pale skin. She looked normal, or atleast as normal as it was going to get in this room, because if girls like her walked around Osaka they'd still stand out with hair like that, and a skin color like snow. Piercings in her ear only made her stand out more, and looking at the piercings, Kanajiro also noticed the somewhat unique pointed ears. “Okay, what the fuck, Mika never told me about this. I'm out. I need more cigarettes to put up with this.” The words came rather rude and aggressively, and that was half heartedly how they were meant due to Kanajiro's nature. He turned right around and walked down the stairs, and without batting an eye walked out the door, mumbling to himself. “And I thought Mika was a weirdo..” Suddenly he had some regrets about coming to this academy, or ever leaving his room. He grabbed his cigarette supplies from his pocket and rolled another one while walking, a skill he had learned over the years. Tucking the finished cigarette behind his ears he walked back into the school, going for the café where he'd hope to see Mika again if she hadn't left, or worse, followed him to see the rude display he had put on. He needed to know more about this crazy place before he could even consider going to classes. His steps were quick and tough as he turned the corner into the café, looking right at the booth Mika had been sitting at before. Was she still there?
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There's a small issue in that Joakim is actually not in the hall any longer. But you could switch out the name Joakim for Gregar and it would all make sense.

I should've told you that. My bad.

Good post none the less, it's good to have some opposition too.
Everyone is essentially in the great hall for a feast.
Aw hell, I missed the first part above the banner. Sorry.
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