Zhaliora

[MEDIEVAL, REALISM] Marches of Man: The Black Shields!

It had been quite a long journey for Eira from the cold Northern wastes to the recruitment centre at Rot Donar. She had found the name quite funny in fact. In her language it meant 'Tending to the Roots'. As if a person was taking care of the roots of a plant or a tree. She had not been able to keep her laughter to herself once the recruiters had directed her there. In a sense it was quite the fitting name, they are tending to the roots. Hammering out bad old habits, getting into better shape, becoming a fighter, a soldier.

Eira felt it had been good for her as well, it had given her plenty of time to think about her life, and to train with her spear. While she could outshoot most, outlast most in a running contest, sneak up on most, her close quarters were close to abysmal. She had not won many fistfights and wrestle contests where the strength of the individual was quite important. When it came to her spear she had won more, but more due to cunning and just avoiding to fight until her opponent became tired.

She smiled as she was in another bout. She had been given a specific condition to future ones. If she was not able to win within one hourglass of time, she would automatically lose and receive punishments. When the condition had been put into effect after another long bout she had just chuckled and said 'thank you' to the instructor. Eira knew why that condition had been placed on her, in a pitched battle there was never a single opponent which she could tire out. Sure, if the fight dragged on for ages between the two sides she would still have stamina for it, but she would not survive to see it if she had to fight it. She smiled towards the instructor and charged her opponent.

It had been a resounding loss for her. She had been outmatched and outfought quite handily. Eira had grown too cocky since no one part from veterans had won against her in the bouts before because of her way of fighting. Now the tables had been turned and she was losing almost all of them. It was a pitiful showing really, she went in, and she went down almost as quickly, but at least she could stand up for a little longer with every fight.

Once the order to move out finally came she had been relieved. Finally they were back to something she was good at. Her orders were to scout ahead along with the other scouts and bring back food once the campaign started. Scouting was her thing, not fighting, not killing.

A boy, charging towards her with an axe in hand. The blade shone in the light, blood running down the haft. Behind the boy, a girl, cut in the chest, lifeless. The girl, a friend from a nearby village, now dead. The boy, from a rival tribe, no more than 14 years old. Her entire body shivering, instinct taking over, notching an arrow, letting it loose. Arrow struck him in the throat, blood spraying and flowing down his chest. He paused for just a moment before charging again. She had held her spear out, he had run into it. His face just a few away from hers, blood dripping down onto her snow covered face. He was crying, and so was she.

The flashback ended and she shivered up in her tree. Night was closing in on them close to a great forest. In some ways the woods had calmed her, a lot of places to hide. Ever since recruitment she had kept her eyes on the others. Looking for others from the wastes. There had been a few, but no one she recognized neither any tribal markings she knew to look out for. "So far so good" she thought and closed her eyes for a moment.

She prefered the trees to the ground. They had all been told about the; dýr or The Beasts in this tongue, that roamed this land. Stories about them feeding on the blóð of any mær they came across. While she was not a maiden any longer, she did not want to take any chances, she wanted her blood to stay within her.

Besides, it was better to sleep up here rather than with these suðr-maðr bikkja. She knew what they had done to her people over the years, trying to force their trú on her people. She resented them, but also admired them. Living like they do, instead of living like she did. It was weird and odd to her, most of the traders she had traded with before had been mostly like herself. Her first time in a city though.....

Eira shivered at the memory and looked down at the camp. She wondered if there was anyone there she would one day call bróðir or systir, someone she would be ready to give her life for, she highly doubted it. Eira shifted her positioning to be more comfortable while observing the movements within the camp.

[MEDIEVAL, REALISM] Marches of Man: The Black Shields!

I think we can start off on our way there (Murkran) and then if you want to post recruitment and training stuff, that can be put into posts.
That's what I think at least. xD

The Elder Scrolls: Corruption

Le imperial city.

World War Mars

Kelly smiled and looked slightly embarrassed. "It's nothing impressive, nor too fancy. I just shipped parts out and put them together after time. It's taken me a number of years to put it together. You'd be surprised how much of it builds itself." The part about the armour made her wince though. She had made an error.

"Not many know the inner workings of the W.A.R suit... The suit is made of fibers that convert the sun and radiation into power. It also has it's own climate control system." She scratched the back of her head. "This allows Space Faction insertion teams that can travel across the surface without the need for transports. Another reason for their sudden appearances in different places. It's not an item manufactured here on Mars, but on Earth."

She gave a wry smile. "As for transport, it had been nice, depending on where we're going, of course."

[MEDIEVAL, REALISM] Marches of Man: The Black Shields!

So.....
How many are we waiting on? xD

World War Mars

Kelly smiled equally back, already thought out what she was going to respond with if this question arose. "I used to work for them. It was a nice and comfy job, paid well too. I like simple jobs that pay well," she said and winked back. "However as time went by they paid less, there was a distinct lack of comfort, and the fact that someone tried to double cross me."

She walked up closer to the man, looking up at his eyes. "When I do a mission I expect fair treatment and fair pay for my services. They backed out of our deal," Kelly took a few steps back again and spun around once while 'showing off' her suit.

"As for the suit, it's a parting gift that I took. Easier to blend in with their forces as I made my way away from the capital. I trust you do know that the entire planet isn't terraformed," she said with a slight smirk. "This suit allows me to stay alive out there for ages without the need of a dome or habitat. Allowed me to build one though."

Kelly smiled again and looked at the both of them. "I've got a grudge, and that's why I'm here." She paused for a few seconds. "Anything else you want to air out before we go?"

World War Mars

Jane had followed her orders to the letter. Once the campsite had been located she had left under the cover of darkness. The night lights were quite enough for the night vision to be effective, along with all the lights that came off Party City. It had almost been too easy to make her way over she thought as she entered in the dead of night. No real sentries either, it was almost disappointing to her. She had even prepared a little speech for any guard that caught her passing into the city. None of that had been needed however.

"Stalker reporting in," she said into her headset.

"Go ahead Stalker," an elderly male voice responded.

"I've made it into Party City, initiating infiltration. I'll be on radio silence unless directive Omega is called upon. Stalker out."

"Copy Stalker, radio silence enabled."

Kelly clicked off her comms, better to be safe incase there was anyone trying to listen in. She took a few deep breaths, despite all her years she was still nervous before an operation. She considered that a good thing, reminded her that she was still human. Still human, and still had feelings. It comforted her in a strange way that she always felt regret if she had to kill anyone.

She shook the thoughts out of her head, she had a job to do. Kelly quickly found a place to stay the night, a small place run by two youngsters. Kelly had rented a room for a few days, knowing that the meetup was tomorrow. She had attracted a bit of attention with her getup. That was no real surprise though since Space Faction was camped not too far away and here she is in full Space Faction gear. She had not been questioned about it though, to her relief.

She stripped out of her armour and went over the details once again while the bath was warming up. Getting into the city had been easy enough, to do the rest of the mission, now that was a tough nut to crack. How would she ever manage to gain the trust of the Mars factions? Kelly sighed deeply again and sunk into the bath. First bath in quite a few days. It was nice, and she let her thoughts run wild.

Kelly had already prepared an alias for herself, a smuggler of people and information. Getting people in and out of Space Faction territories along with an information saleswoman. It was the best she could come up with due to her knowledge about the Space Faction and how it operates.

The new day came around and she found herself, after an information meeting, in a room with two others. A cyborg, and a normal looking human. She was surprised it was such a small squad, but that had it's advantages as well. When the question was asked she looked at the man and smiled.

"I'd call myself a trader of less reputable services," she said and bowed slightly. "While I can handle myself in a fight, it's not a measure that I'd take as first option.

World War Mars

Yesh. :3
Now we're all here. xD

World War Mars

I be bump

World War Mars

Oh, just haven't heard anything from the other guy so. xD