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Chevalier: A New Initiative

Thing is: I'm already there. I think you and I are the only one that posted recently.

Chevalier: A New Initiative

So... who should post?

One Life, Lived in Death ~ PopeAlessandros x Wernher

Gilbert continued to advance slowly and somewhat aimlessly. This forest was a damn skeleton but yet no sight of the pray yet. Could he have gone back to his territory? No, unlikely, the elves were so arrogant they'd never admit themselves beaten by a few undead dogs. As he heard one of his dogs growl, Gilbert came to a stop and unsheathed his sword, taking his shield from his back. Soon it was all the dogs barking in a single direction and he quickly saw a humanoid from walking toward him. His suspicions that this wasn't the elf were quickly confirmed when the form tripped on a root and painfully got up, holding his side. Gilbert sheathed his sword and got his shield on his back before advancing toward his undead servant, a vampire out of luck it seemed. It hailed Gilbert first.

-Ah, my lord. Good day.

Gilbert smiled and answered.

-Ah, sir Krain was it? You seem to have had a rough time, would you happen to have run in by any elf as luck would have it?

The vampire had a yellow laugh before nodding, leaning on a three for a moment. He answered.

-As a matter of fact, I did, yes. Further down south. I was beginning to think he went back to his accursed forest when I heard something in the trees next to me. Next thing I know I'm out of my saddle, with 4 broken ribs, without counting my spine along with that, and the devil stole my horse!

Gilbert looked critically at the vampire and spoke.

-Aren't you healed yet?

The vampire nodded negatively.

-It's been... some times since I last tasted blood my lord. I'd have feed on my horse as a last resolve, but like I said, it was stolen... I guess I'll just go back to the palace and beg sir Moebius or Stanley to lend me a goat... If you go after that elf, good luck. He's a tricky one.

They saluted each other and the Vampire went on his way. Vampires feeding on goat uh? Although at this point it wasn't really surprising. Just by looking around. This land was dead and while it was a Haven for the undead and the necromancers, it was still a burned out hollow shell of its former self. All that could be brought back to life had been, all that could be killed as well. If it wasn't for Gilbert actually, this land would probably have nothing left. He maintained the gardens of his castle, had a kennel with quite some dogs and a stable with horses, which meant he also kept some minimal ground for crops and live stocks. He remembered hearing some necromancers and undead talk about taking the world by assault, storming them with undead legions. They were fools with no self control, and while they could succeed, fact was the whole continent might just end up like this place: Dead. Without live, unlife is quite hard to sustain, Vampires are the first to find that out. It's probably why he keeps hearing of so many parties forming and going in Elven territories to try and capture prisoners, so they may be drained by vampires and then experimented on by necromancers. Probably why the elves didn't like him actually. That and being an abominations on all that is natural.

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The ground rumbled as Gilbert moved with his horse. He had found earlier the site of sir Krain's encounter with the elf, at that point it had been to find the scent on the horse which hadn't been hard for his pack of dogs. Heading East, toward his castle. The vampire had been right, he was bold indeed. The scent was fresh and from the hoof steps he wasn't going full speed ahead. A few minutes later Gilbert came across a stream where the dogs stopped. To lose the scent across such a small thing? No, maybe he walked down the stream, but then that would mean either going north or south, not the direction of the castle at all. Just as he was looking around, he was surprised to see Krain's horse almost right next to him. The horse looked back at him, seeming equally surprised before going back at drinking. Did he left the horse? He had to be close, that was certain. The dogs however didn't seem to smell any immediate thread and thus went to the water to drink a bit. Gilbert was thinking of just continuing moving, but stopped his horse after a few steps. He took his sword and shield in hand.

-How pathetically sloppy! At least the last one managed to get close to the castle before being detected! I'm insulted the elves would send a failure like you to spy on me, Prince... King Gilbert de Beauregard! Or maybe it's imply I keep killing and killing the best you've got and this is what your people are lowered to send?! Hahahaha, HAHAHAHAAAA! Keep hiding weakling! We'll find you, and when we do...

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Jinxer said
Fair enough Dizzy.More so, chukkle. The gates are guarded yes but inside the Academy itself it's pretty much automated - they'll get so far before they get into trouble though.

Shiiiiiiiiiiiit. No guards in the town? Or academy? Or you know, on the entire wall of something which is quote 'As large as a small nation'? Just... Hey, you don't have an idea, so DEEEEEEEAAAATH! ?

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Haha, but there's the trick, the academy is protected by all 4 nations is it not?

As in, some people have to be chosen to become part of the defense force.

As in Helgland made peace somewhat the last and agreed to enter even further down the road.

And maybe Revaz still has some support in the homeland.

So maybe the Helgland guards kind of maybe would be, some of them, people she managed to slip through?

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Name: Jochi Khagan
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Helgland
House: Khagan, Royal House of Helgland
Magical Affinity: Earth

Appearance/Description:


Description of their familiar:

Tengri, the burrower. With great ties to shamanism and of course to the other 'Royal Beasts' such as Gardos and the familiars of older houses, Tengri is linked telepathically with Jochi and deals with his enemies by eating them from bellow or causing the ground to fall bellow them. While no one has seen its entire size above earth, he is massive of scale, such is certain.

Biography/History:
One of the youngest sons of the King, meaning he has no real chance at the throne, he was nontheless a vocal supporter and an important one to the return of war, even if he himself has never known it from his palace. He has fallen to the arguments of Revaz stating that war brought riches to Helgland and conquest was the only mean to survival with the earth being so hostile in the homeland. It is important to say that his admiration for Revaz is much more than for her combat abilities and war rhetoric.

Beowulf coming tomorrow.

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Stupid rules, Revaz still couldn't digest this 'Draw'. Still, she had other things to do. She damned the banquet being brought sooner, this made her schedule tight and despite how she had to make her way to the central tower, she had made a stop next to the main gate. After a few short minutes of waiting, the gates opened. Good, she wasn't late. She looked as about a hundred mounted soldiers in Helgland armor armors entered, the doors closing behind them. Revaz raised a hand in the air, showing her palm and 3 raised fingers. After a while, she saw one of the soldier raise his hand in the same fashion and Revaz smiled. Her 'arrangements' were proceeding as planed it seemed. With this, she turned around and began to run.

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She quickly dressed, not in a robe, she found the notion of women wearing them to be demeaning, but in ceremonial armor. She again began to run to be on time at the central tower and stopped in front of its doors before entering, walking. As she came across Caroline she couldn't help but to look at her dress and send a look not of hate or anger, but of disdain. How Elianst women could be so submissive to their male counterpart as to lower themselves to dress in these impractical garments was alien to Revaz.

As she entered the main room, she quickly scanned the place for a seat and found what she was looking for on a table where two of her good friends, Prince Jochi of Helgland, wearing traditional silk robes, and Lord Beowulf of Anstarm, wearing an armor like her, had sat. Jochi was sitting straight with a regal posture while Beowulf was eating some bread to wait. Jochi spoke. "So?" Revaz looked annoyed. "So what? Of course my arrangements still work, who do you think I am?" Beowulf swallowed loudly the piece of bread he had in his mouth and spoke loudly with his thick accent. "And for tonight?" Revaz got herself some water in her glass from a pitcher. "Doesn't matter if the damn banquet happens sooner, I'll still do what I must."

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One Life, Lived in Death ~ PopeAlessandros x Wernher

"How was I not made aware of this?" Gilbert looked down on the dead body of an elf at the back of its cell. A hooded man next to the body began to bow and try to explain himself. "Erm, well my lord, we didn't notice until later. He must have been carrying poison leaves of some sort, you know how the elves are." Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Of course I know that, but, why as he been dead for 28 WHOLE HOURS before you bothered to tell me?! Are you so stupid you didn't think a necromancer would notice he's been dead for so long, or are you so useless that you noticed just now?!" The man threw himself on his knees, only making Gilbert and his followers seem more imposing. "I-I b-beg you my lord, I t-thought he was s-sleeping for certain! S-so I didn't bother!" Another man, hooded under black robes, began to speak. "The subject of our vivisection has perished... I suppose it's only fair this fool serves as a replacement..." The man began to tear up at the thought of being the subject of a dissection while still being alive. "So I may learn the mysterious functioning of the brain of an idiot? Bah!" Another spoke, this time a large fellow in full armor, but rather than an helmet his face hidden by a hood also, red eyes however glowing in the darkness. "If I may be so bold my lord, after the vivisection we usually... clean up the leftovers... Perhaps you would consider letting us of the night guard clean up this mess of a minion?" Being food for vampire. "P-please, I... I beg you! Please!" Gilbert shrugged. "Bah, why not. Try and not make a mess, if you do, clean it up, I don't want viscera all over the place this time around, am. I. clear.?" Sparkling white teeth forming smiles from the half of Gilbert's followers who also had red eyes were seen. "Clearer than a full moon, my lord." As the man tried to rise a hand toward Gilbert, he turned around, leaving his back as the last thing this failure of a servant would see. "NO PLEASE!" In an orchestra of sickening, disgusting and nauseous noise Gilbert and his non vampire followers walked away. "Make sure to add preservants to the elf, the dissection will be tomorrow as planed, I want it as fresh as possible."



Gilbert finally left this dungeon. He never did like the underground, or any closed space for that matter. How these vampires managed to sleep in a coffin he'd never understand. He looked around for a moment. He wondered where Flavian, his cat, was for a moment. Not in trouble he hopped, although that was doubtful, Flavian being the only thing left from his old mortal life, the only living being other than himself he had bothered to give immortality. Unless you counted rising as a soulless puppet of bones being giving immortality, in that case he had given it to thousands of people. "My lord! My lord!" And back again. Weeks if not months could go by without anything happening in this kingdom, and now two things in one day? "Ugh... What is it?" He turned around to face an extenuated necromancer. "My lord! My minions were patrolling the forest east of here, near that of the elves as you requested. They found something, another scout!" Oh? Well, it seemed the elves were more scarred of him than he thought, how bold. "Kneel." The necromancer executed the order and Gilbert placed his hand on his servant's head. He felt a shiver from him. Suddenly his eyes became of a toxic green, no longer did he see through his own eyes, but he went through his servant's views, his memories, his very soul. He quickly found what he was looking for. Something small, looking at an elf on top of a tree, cornered. Well, this one was smart at least. How many person shot arrows at the undead? Laughable. He quickly went back, leaving the head of his servant alone. "Mmmyes... Get my retinue together and in arms... Order your dogs to leave the elf be, no one can't say I don't have good sportsmanship." The servant got up before bowing again. "Of course my lord, should I also send for you armor?" Gilbert nodded. "Yes, as well as tell the kennel master to get my dogs ready, and get me my Hawk." Yet another bow and the necromancer turned around. He was however interrupted. "Tell me... dogs? Really?" The necromancer turned around. "My lord, no man has ventured here in a long time. Seeing how bodies are lacking, I made due with what I had under hand."

"Alright men, weeee... have an intruder on our territory! Not just an unlucky soul that wandered through the swamps, oh no, an elven scout! I for one have found the last couple of months to be quite boring indeed so here I offer us entertainment, a hunt, but not any hunt, the best of them all, a manhunt! Spread out! Search the forest and leave no stone unturned! Let the manhunt, BEGIN!" With this a thunderous yelling of approval was heard no doubt miles away. On horse or on foot, the undead and necromancers alike began to enter the dead woods. A necromancer approached Gilbert. "My lord... the animals? We are hunting an elf sir." Gilbert had a small laugh. "And what, he'll charm them? Or elude their nose maybe? Please, the elves merely know how to blend in a wood, in nature. This wood is as dead as me and it has the same smell. Out here there is only what's dead and what lives, there is nothing to camouflage this intruder, now leaves to hide from the eyes of my Hawk, no flowers to hide from the nose of my dogs." Or at least it was what Gilbert supposed. Little did he know, the elves indeed had a connection much more special than that with animal life. With this, Gilbert ventured forth in the forest, sending his hawk in the air to spot his target and removing the leash of his dogs, to scout the way and guide him.

Gates of Eden IC

WIP



Name: Dennis Serclaes

Gender: Male

Age: 43

Nationality/ethnicity: Ethnic German, Northern League National
The Northern league was named after the Italian party for independence of north Italy, Lombardy or 'Padania' that started the idea that the north was simply better than the south, which was a drain of resources. After victories of nationalists through Europe, especially in France, a new 'Clique' within the EU, composed of Northern Italy, France, Germany, Austria and the BeNeLux began to form, insisting that they had a 'Special Status' as the economic motor of Europe. When southern Italy, Spain, Portugal, Ireland and Greece would all default on their debt, the north, rather than throwing them out of the EU, left the EU, leaving the south (And Ireland) with the burden of sorting things out themselves. With years they would confederate and eventually federate under the Northern League, a rich but extremely closed society placing extreme value on assimilation and that tented to be extremely interventionist in Africa as to sustain its economy. With the rise of the PCC, the NL was forced to be more open in its politics but while it in theory went back to a more open society, no one named Mohammed would ever be able to find a job within the NL.

General description:

Education/skills:
-Biochemistry
-Virology
-Genetics

Positive qualities:
-Jovial, he knows how to lighten the atmosphere with a joke or how to laugh with people when he does something silly.
-Homemade chemistry, he can probably make a bottle of alcohol out of a fungal colony in your shoe, he doesn't need the fancy laboratory although it helps.
-Get dirty, he isn't afraid to do so.
-Guitar, he plays it decently.

Negative qualities:
-Drunk, he can make alcohol out of everything and will drink it to 'Taste if it's good'. He's generally drunk all the time unless he's working, and that's because he's so obsessed with his work that he forgets to drink and sobers up in the mean time.
-Slightly Racist, he wouldn't say a black person (As long as he isn't 'Gangsta like') is inferior to a white person, but he has a tendency to refer to Asians as chinks, blacks as niggers and so forth.
-Celibate, unless a woman is really drunk, Dennis is the kind of people that just can't get laid due to horrible pick up lines and a breath that stinks of alcohol, although he will try. Females beware.

History:

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