vietmyke

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This weekend in particular won't be seeing particularly much of me- I've got dance/dress rehearsals and a show Saturday, and Sunday is Chinese/Vietnamese/Lunar new years

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Thumb twiddling intensifies.

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@Lexicon I prefer the phrase "being frugal with one's actions"

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@vietmyke
Hey Myke, just saying you may have misread the intro post. Or at least the intention of the post. The Company is not here to open up Orvston for the Imperial Forces. Their mission isn't to help the Vorstagian war effort at all only to investigate the strange happenings in the North, since the Emperor's spies can't make heads or tales of them and that worries him. So they really just want to be able to get through the city and out the other side. That being side Orvston is one of the most heavily defended cities in the Realms as one of the few standing gateways to the North not taken over by the Vorstagians, and so the garrison isn't stupid and wouldn't allow a force the size of the company's through their gates without orders to do so, especially since the Company was last seen heading south into Imperial lands. Because of that they can only suspect that the company is going to try and open the gates open and kill them all or something, when in actuality all they want is passage through the city. xD All the team is doing is going inside to do some convincing to the governing body to let them through so they can continue their real mission and get the main force through without incident. Or well that is at least their intent. Things may go awry from there.

@Hexaflexagon

Alrighty, I'll fix that some time tomorrow

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Hmm think I got everyone.

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Odran paced around the interior of the Captain's tent, his permanently furrowed brow more furrowed than usual. Here they were, a stone's throw away from Orvston- a mere 200 some-odd fighters tasked with investigating some strange happenings or other further up north, the superstitious kind that Odran was loathe to believe in. Moving north was difficult, getting past Orvston was another issue entirely, it was highly unlikely the fortress would be willing to let the Company just march on through, especially in these times of war. The logistics behind such a task was already hell as it was already- they had lost the majority of their non-combative support members lost defending the late King Van of the northern kingdoms, and they had not recruited nearly enough replacements in their trek down south and back up north again- none of the Imperials seemed to want to leave their cushy lives for a career with a bunch of blackguards, and few northmen would be willing to join a campaign against their own people.

Typically, Odran would be out and about, roaming the encampment, making sure that all the jobs were being done, and the men were properly preparing themselves for the coming battle. Setting up wooden walls to deter enemy scouts and cavalry, sentry posts to watch over the camp and its perimeter, as well as the distribution of food and supplies for the men. Now that they were a mere quarter of their number, such a task was rather easy, and Odran had delegated the task to several of his sergeants- older veterans of the company that went around enforcing his will and ensuring the troops in the company were up to snuff.

This meant that Odran had time to sit with the Captain in his tent and groan over the Captain's next greatest battle plan. To be completely honest, Odran wasn't too surprised when the Captain started discussing his plans, the Captain's career was built on a series of unorthodox, yet successful maneuvers, and even in his heightened age, Odran was still learning tricks from the old man. Still, with his mind grounded with the reality of the state and capabilities with most of their troops- as well as his somewhat pessimistic outlook on things, Odran always had misgivings about the Captain's plans.

"I know I always say this my old friend, but this time, I'm almost certain you're going to get the lot of us killed." Odran sighed as he continued pacing around the tent.

Not long ago, the Captain dispatched a runner- the young orphan girl they had picked up along the border, to deliver messages to several individual members of the Company. Odran hated to admit it, but he had taken a liking to the young orphan, she was timid and mousey, and refused to speak to almost anyone, other than the Captain of course, but her eyes sparkled with some sort of incredible intelligence. Perhaps when she was older, he'd send her to Osric the Mage, to see if she had any magical potential about her.

It was the people in particular that the Captain wished to bring for his plan that had Odran worried. Odran held dossiers for them in his hands, but had no need of them to know who these particular individuals were. Each of them was known in the Company for something or other. There was Gideon the monster hunter who was reliable with a blade, and for the most part kept his head down and under Odran's radar. Kuro, was a sort of jack-of-all-trades, preferring to stick out of sight, but handy in almost any situation. Kuro did have the tendency of shooting before analyzing with those damned crossbows of his, but sometimes it was best to diffuse a potential situation before it could even begin. Odran had no problem with these two.

It was the recruitment of Connor and Triala that had Odran worried. The Cub had only been with them for 10 months and he was already causing more trouble than many of their regular members- his constant pranks and childishness had earned him countless disciplinary actions, to the point where Odran had to devote a single man of his small team of sergeants for purely disciplining the Connor in particular. The sheer amount of disciplinary action seemed to have bounced right off the man, and Odran had been coming up with an alternative way to punish him.

Then there was Triala- she was as hot headed as the red hair on her head. She was without a doubt an incredibly talented mage- Osric himself believed that she would someday succeed him- no small compliment from a man like Osric. The problem was she had difficulty keeping her temper in check- she had set nearly half the camp ablaze once- all because Conner had been antagonizing her. On the one hand, Odran sympathized with the elf- if he had her magical prowess, he too probably would've burned the camp down by now, but on the other hand, her hot headedness often times overrode any sense of discipline she possessed and made her a danger to herself as well as the rest of the Company- Which Odran did not tolerate.

The others were of little note to him, there was the archer elf they had picked up a month back. She had a bad attitude and lacked respect for anyone that was human it seemed, but that was typical for new recruits, and more likely than not she'd straighten up. Either that or she'd desert and prove Odran right, or just die like the rest of the newcomers that thought they were too good for the rest of the Company on their first battle. Whether they liked it or not- the Company fought as a unit, and if your squad didn't have your back, you'd probably end up with an arrow in it. No matter how powerful a man or woman thought they were, no one was a one man army.

Well, no one but perhaps the elf Kaerun. Few elves lived as long as he did- and Odran had yet to see anyone come close to defeating the elf in single combat.

Ronin: Neo-Japan

Hallo?

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I wouldn't mind if he was Ionathan’s squire, it would be quite interesting. However, although Ionathan has his military training and experience of being a soldier and a guardsman, he has been in the civil service for quite some time so I don't know if he would be a good teacher.

@Jon Y

I always had fun playing a squire, it's a fun duo to play. But even though Emil is no longer a squire, I decided to make him familiar with Ionathan and his actions

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A small crowd had gathered by the door before Emil had realized it. Along with the large brawny man were a pair of beastkin- the feline one in particular made Emil suddenly tense up. His heart jumped in his chest for a moment, and his hand reflexively twitched for a moment before he realized that she was part of the forming group as well and began to relax. There was a small halfling as well. Well, actually, a tall halfling- quite possibly towering over most other halflings in fact. She quickly and confidently introduced herself, and proceeded to float herself off the ground, which filled Emil with a sense of unease- he was suspicious of magic, as most born in his generation were. The brawny man didn't seem particularly pleased by the halfling either, calling her levitation a 'parlor trick'.

The last man to approach their group was actually one that Emil recognized before he introduced himself: Ionathan of the Hepburnberg family, the Commissioner of Justice of neighboring the neighboring town of Waeldeshore, and one of the most well respected guardsmen in Waeldeshore. As a result, he was also relatively well known in Edessa, and a young lady of the Hepburnberg family often visited the kingdom as an ambassador to ensure fruitful trade relations between the two nations. Ionathan was also known as one of the heroes of Waeldeshore.

Upon realizing this, Emil shot a glance back at the halfling- her seeming ease and familiarity with the setting, and her assumption of the rest of the group being her 'team' implied...

Emil's thoughts were dashed away as the door suddenly opened, and a young woman behind it welcoming them. She was a pretty thing, not breathtaking, and a bit plain, but comely and pleasant. As she led the group inside, Emil followed, pausing at the threshold. He glanced over his shoulder, and then over the other. He felt a sensation of unease, but quickly shook his head and followed the others inside- he was already clearly the youngest of the gathered persons here, and he didn't want to appear as inept as they probably thought he was. Besides, it was probably just the unfamiliarity of this place.

The maid led them to a sort of dining/gathering/hall type room, with a large table and chairs for the group to take seat in. Introductions appeared to resume here. It was at this point where the halfling began making small talk with Sir Hepburnberg, which confirmed Emil's suspicions. Taking a seat, the large brawny man made himself comfortable and introduced himself as Ajax Diagorides, and held his wineskin up as an offering to the others. The man had a peculiar name, to say the least- and now that he was illuminated by the light of numerous chandeliers and candles, it was clear that the man was from nowhere near here- from the thick curls of his hair, to the peculiar, slightly darker color of his skin, in a way that was more than just exposure to the sun.

Emil decided to introduce himself next, and stood to attention, same as Ionathan had done, and clapped a hand over his chest, dipping his head down in a different, but recognizable salute.

"Emil Erran of Edessa," he said calmly, his voice was softer than one would expect, warmer and lacking the bite of a typical military man's bark, but at the same time not lacking in confidence. "I am a Knight of Edessa and have experience with field medical care."

He eyed the foreign man's wineskin for a split-second, unsure if he should take the drink or not- more specifically unsure if the man would welcome him to take a drink. However, Emil had no wish to appear haughty or discourteous and took the man's outstreched wineskin, lifting it up to take a sip.

Returning it to the brawny fighter, Emil thanked him. "I hope to be of use." he finished, as he took a seat at the table as well.

@Zero Hex @Belwicket @Jon Y @The Harbinger of Ferocity @AdamantiumWolf @IcePezz

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@Jon Y I also felt I should mention, Emil was originally designed to be a squire for Ionathan(if you had approved), but I wasn't sure if you were going to make a new character or not, so I just made him a very junior Knight

speaking of knights and military matters, the history behind the military salute is actually quite fascinating.