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Topic: King's Blades Training Manual
Subject: Well...
Playing as Tyrvia she just needs the party to have some direction.
Malagaar going off to scout is viable but the way he put it. 'I am going to go scout the stairwell. If you hear fighting come and save me.' Is a very arrogant thing to do, this might be his nature, but what Tyrvia is trying to suggest is, rather than Malagaar bolting off we regroup at the bottom of the stairwell then you and Arimm both sneaky fellows then go and scout out the situation, whilst the others form a rearguard.
As for a leader figure I think that it is crucial n all party's and if not in this small part of the overall adventure we will need to discuss this afterwards.
Democracy is never quick and when a decision needs to be made quickly an authority figure should decide.
Posted on 2012-11-22 at 16:18:50.
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Topic: Dead
Subject: Rejection
Malagaar turned away from his path to the stairway and Tyrvia breathed a sigh of relief. It had worked! Once she had seen the look in his eyes however, it was clear she had not.
She listened to her kinsman rant on, highlighting the inadequacies of her plan and ideology within the group. She let out another sigh, though this one was of depression not relief. Clearly the headstrong ranger did not think the same as her. This was not a problem the group would carry on, in her opinion, not working together. She was tempted to voice this once more explaining to Malagaar that he had to be pulled back from the enemy in order to be saved, that did not seem like great communication within the group. But the time was not ripe for such comment and her wisdom told her to stay silent and admit rejection as the party's leader.
She watched Malagaar turn and leave and only shaked her head gently, her eyes glazed.
Posted on 2012-11-22 at 15:00:22.
Edited on 2012-11-22 at 15:01:16 by Brundel
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Topic: Dead
Subject: We need a leader!
Tyrvia watched on as Canicus and Arimm dealt with the last Zombie. It charged forward and Tyrvia felt herself take a sharp intake of breath. The pair were to quick for the lumbering undead and with a mace to the head and two daggers in the neck the zombie fell to the floor, motionless. She watched Arimm closely and saw his eyes light up showing up even more brightly relative to his dark skin.
Tyrvia recognised in him what she had felt the few times she had taken life. It was scary to see just how powerful a feeling killing really was. She had noticed, over the last few months, the great joy that the rogue took in the killing of others and although she was not worried herself she feared for the young Avanmephion. One day the killing may overwhelm him, taking hold of him completely.
Nevertheless the zombie was downed and the most present threat had been quelled with no loss of life and little injury. She heard Istanius just in front of her.
“Glad that's over with.”
Unfortunately Tyrvia could not agree. In her mind it had just begun and she felt the need to tell the cavalier.
“This battle.” She paused, hoping to add effect. “Has just begun!”
She saw Malagaar kick the dead body, making sure that Canicus and Arimm had done a good job. Tyrvia had no qualms about this, once a body was dead it was only decaying matter, there was no soul left.
Malagaar's head turned towards their destination and he soon came back to the others telling of a staircase leading up into the temple ruins themselves. He brashly declared that he would go check it out. Alone.
“I'll go ahead, quietly. Keep your distance, if I see anything that I need your help with, or if you hear fighting then come to me.”
This was the trouble with the 'blades.' Each of them in at least one respect was the best in their field, yet they would not work together. Istanius and Canicus, though good men both, lacked the leadership to lead the blades and Malagaar and Arimm were to busy trying to get one over each other. Tyrvia though was by far the worst.
Each time they set off on a new quest, or mission, she would tell herself that this time she would step up and take lead of the egotistical drow and human and help give the brave cavalier and practical inquisitor direction. Yet she never did... Until now.
“You will not go off alone Malagaar.” Commanded Tyrvia, barely believing the words were leaving her mouth. “I am fed up of this being a competition, if we don't begin to work as a team one of us will lose our lives, we move as a unit!” Feeling empowered by her new sense of fulfillment she continued giving orders. “We'll go to the bottom of the staircase, quiet like. Then Arimm and yourself will scout forward. Putting your petty squabbles aside. And finally, Istanius your mount will have to stay, there will be no room for him in the narrow confines of the ruins and it's hooves will sound from miles away.”
Tyrvia hoped her outburst would stick and the others would not completely disregard her attempt to become the leader of this sorry excuse for a 'crack unit.'
Posted on 2012-11-21 at 23:03:42.
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Topic: 2E DND-style game starting up
Subject: Interest
I would be up for it!
Posted on 2012-11-18 at 21:07:12.
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Topic: Dead
Subject: Damn Kids!
One zombie was down, finally put to rest by the sword of the Cavalier. The skirmish was still in full swing however, Malagaar was bleeding badly from the wound sustained in his neck and the blood was beginning to seep into the lining of his armour. Nevertheless the brave young ranger still fought on, determined not to resign himself to death at the hands of this undead foe. He lunged in with his leading weapon creating another gaping wound in the zombies decaying flesh, next he stabbed at the belly of the monster, clearly attempting to cripple it.
No sooner had the zombie reacted to the initial blows did Arimm begin his attack at the undeads flanks. This time the scout was ready and the, usually, deadly darting daggers of the human rogue were brushed aside easily. The zombie used this to his advantage, grabbing at Arimm and forcing him away in a mad thrash of limbs.
As Tyrvia moved forward to apply her healing hands to Malagaar she was forced to squeeze past the shuffling feet of Canicus, for now he wanted a rest, after all there was little room for him near the edge where Arimm and Malagaar were battling the hardy undead scout, especially with the large form of the Cavalier encased in his armour blocking the way.
As Tyrvia neared Malagaar her way was still blocked by Arimms shambling body, she needed Malagaar to back up but she could not break her spell. Fortunately Istanius intervened
"Come friend, you'll have plenty a chance to prove how brave you are, AFTER YOU STOP BLEEDING ALL OVER YOURSELF!"
Still these words could not break the Avanmephion's concentration, so hell-bent was he to kill the abomination before him. In the end Istanius had to physically pull the ranger to within Tyrvia's reach. Once within reach Tyrvia placed her hands, now brimming with holy power, onto her kinsman's wound. The blood immediately dried and the wound scabbed over. Malagaar winced expecting pain, but instead he felt a warm sensation and any pain he was in instantly ceased.
The young and now healed Ranger thanked her kindly before reentering the fray. As Malagaar jogged off, weapons drawn, she shouted to him.
"Malagaar, I am a companion and not a mother. Yet you cannot let your emotions rule you like that."
Now that Malagaar, Istanius and herself were out of the way Canicus saw his chance to once again get involved in the melee. He rushed to join Arimm and as Tyrvia turned to see the ranger getting bullied by the two larger zombies Arimm was knocked to the floor but the ever innovative young human managed to roll away plunging his beloved daggers the belly of the nearest undead. With almost perfect timing Canicus chose the moment Canicus withdrew his daggers to bowl into the zombie caving in its skull.
There was only one zombie left now and Arimms knocks were not to bad Tyrvia wasn't going to waste another healing spell on this skirmish and with little melee expertise once again she withdrew to a safer distance. Hoping the others would deal with the last zombie painlessly and swiftly.
Posted on 2012-11-17 at 20:18:13.
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Topic: Dead
Subject: You called for a Medic?
The horse had not taking to much to calm, just a firm hand a few soothing words into their ears. As soon as the horse was settled Tyrvia looked round to see how her fellow blades were doing against the reanimated bodies.
Her comrades seemed to be doing well. Arimm and Istanius were working together and felled the closest zombie with a mixture of a dagger to the eye, blood spurted all over Istanius from the initial thrown dagger and when the precious daggers came away from the body the eye was still skewered on the tip. Istanius finished the kill with a swift beheading, the body sank down to its knees almost immediately, the twisting head fell a second later and a thump sounded as the skull hit the floor coming to rest near its original owner.
Tyrvia quickly shifted her gaze to the darting Malagaar. He ran almost up the side of the wall opposite the dizzying ledge leaping into his target with surprising ferocity. The scizore was thrust forward hard, so quickly Tyrvia's eyes couldn't follow the movement. It hit the zombie and went almost straight through the undead body of flesh and bone, but this was no normal enemy and although the undead seemed dazed it was had not yet been given the gift of death. Instead it pulled the blade further into its torso so much that Malagaar was now face to face with the grizzly undead scout, so much so that the scizores tip was now sticking out of the zombies back, glistening red blood spurting from the wound. The flesh hungering monster, which was once a man, grabbed at her fellow Avanmephion splattering the dark neck with bright blood as the zombies nails ripped for the throat of the young ranger.
Clearly Malagaar was hurt, it was time for Tyrvia to join the battle bringing her healing powers to play. She knew what to do she had done it plentiful times in the past. Just as she finished reciting the magical words in her mind she was ready to say them aloud. A sudden burst of flame in her peripherals stopped her.
Canicus had stormed into the fray with a dramatic display of fire. He had been slowed by having the most gear, reminding Tyrvia of his useful practicality. He had clearly damaged the slowest zombie, which was now ambling forward ignoring its burning skin.
Tyrvia breathed in, ready to cast Cure Moderate Wounds, before she could she choked on the smell of burning flesh, but after a second breath she was ready and cast the spell with no problem. (OOC: I hope!).
(OOC: Tyrvia will attempt to cast Cure Moderate Wounds on Malagaar. But stay as far awy from the undead as possible.)
Posted on 2012-11-13 at 19:00:16.
Edited on 2012-11-13 at 23:06:47 by Brundel
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Topic: Dead
Subject: A sense of uselessness
The horse was racing and Tyrvia was trying to keep up with the cavaliers vastly superior riding ability. She kept her own, or liked to think so at least, her mind was much calmer than the racing background blurring in her peripherals. Obviously the ruins were unlikely to be friendly, but what Tyrvia wanted to know was what kind of unfriendliness awaited them. Was it Necromancers, surrounded by a host of zombie guards? Was she rushing to a portal where demons poured forth from the underworld? Even now she could be riding to her death.
So caught up in these thoughts of death and preparing herself for every eventuality slowly she began to lose focus on the task at hand and her mind wandered once again. Quickly, she was jolted back into the present. Her horse had shied and Tyrvia was thrown from her horse. Fortunately, the ever-quick reflexes inherited from her ancestors took hold as if by instinct and she vaulted smoothly from the saddle twisting her body to land on her feet.
She was in danger now and quickly her eyes darted to the corpses that had scared her mount. There were three of them ambling towards her and Tyrvia cast her medical eye over the undead. Two had broken necks, either they were killed from behind with a swift twist of the head by a pair of assassins or they were simply hung. What confirmed one of her post mortems was the purpling face, clearly the men had been hung.
Unfortunately these post mortems were of little use now that the corpses were moving and hungering for the taste of her flesh. The zombies were coming towards her and all of a sudden she felt a pang of panic rise up her spine. Three were too many for her to take on by herself and the ledge she stood on seemed to halve as she looked back to see if she could escape but her horse blocked the path.
Her faithful familiar Sedra fell in beside her, her lips upturned into a snarl, ready to die for her master. Before she knew it Arimm was there, he slid behind her blocking the path of the three zombies. Tyrvia felt her panic shrink and composed herself trying to decide what was the best course of action.
She drew her quarterstaff with lackluster knowing she was a useless melee combatant. She decided she would let the others fight the three zombies without her help. Instead she would become a rear guard and try to calm the horses. She would be on hand if things got dangerous but for now she held herself in reserve.
Posted on 2012-11-12 at 19:16:55.
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Topic: Dead
Subject: Will these humans not learn!
Tyrvia lent against her staff, covering her mouth as she yawned. She noticed everyone's eyes were focused on the raging battle below, but this was of little interest to Tyrvia, after all these humans would die soon enough anyway. Relative to the dark skinned elf, humans only lived for a fraction of her long drawn out life and even if they did survive to old age, which is very unlikely, they would make absolutely no difference to the weaving of time and fate.
Her last thought grated on Tyrvia she was in the personal guard of the high general, a man, who although he may think so, would make absolutely no difference to the ways of the world. Time would pass and all those around her now would die before her, well all but the assassin.
The other Avenmephion elf other to herself was the cocky and insubordinate assassin. She trusted him little, after all he was an assassin. The lithe elf, similar to herself, moved with a certain self assuredness and cocky swagger, well that's what it looked like to her.
So wrapped up in her thoughts as she was she hadn't noticed the craning of the others necks to look at the torchlight emanating from the old ruins on the western hillside. What did knock her from her stream of thought was the twisting vortex of light sprouting from the top of the broken ruins.
As she scanned back to the brutal scenes below a mist had appeared upon the battlefield and the first to react were the ever sharp Trinity Defensive, quickly making strange gestures and uttering odd sounding words. Before they managed to clear the unnatural mist the screams and cries of the soldiers down in the valley were heard. What was unclear was just who's side the screams of horror were coming from.
Tyrvia was now fully gripped, her previous philosophical thoughts, that happened so often, were swiftly pushed to the back of her mind. It seemed all of the congregation atop the valley were willing away the mist, not just the Trinity Defensive.
When the mist cleared a scene that which few, if any had seen before had developed. The graveyard in the valley had quickly changed to a unliving moving mass. Those of both sides rose up, their bodies controlled by a craving of death and flesh. Perhaps these Volderi were to shape the world and not live out pitifully small and unfulfilling lives.
The High general, only briefly, had a look of horror and indecision across his face. Quickly he composed himself and realised the root of the problem.
“You are the King’s Blades. You are charged with the duty of delivering our army safely to the gates of Malavar. As of now, you are failing. Get to the ruins, whatever ritual is happening there must be responsible for this blight. Stop it, and pray it releases these corpses from the magic that animates them." He said, locking eyes with each of them.
The group began moving at once and Tyrvia gladly accepted the offer of riding on the Cavaliers mount.
Posted on 2012-11-05 at 18:35:17.
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Topic:
Subject: ...
I have currently got a lot on my plate but hopefully a back story will be forthcoming by the end of the week. Thanks for the heads up about the Elves and KingRats character.
Posted on 2012-11-03 at 13:39:19.
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Topic:
Subject: Cheers Guys!
Okay my questions have been answered.
I will be getting back to you shortly in regards to a character sheet, so I would expect some more questions. After all this is my first time.
Also, I will be playing a witch. I appreciate your suggestions for a cleric but after only ever playing 3.5ed I would quite like to 'break the mold' as it were.
Posted on 2012-10-29 at 17:26:11.
Edited on 2012-10-29 at 17:28:48 by Brundel
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Topic:
Subject: Just to clarify...
I have a few questions...
What level are we starting at?
How much gold do we start with?
Do you have a base character sheet or shall I use the one mentioned earlier in the thread?
I am planning to play a witch focused on Healing, is this a wise option?
How do I choose my ability scores dice roll or point buy?
Sorry for the quiz!
Posted on 2012-10-28 at 23:22:25.
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Topic:
Subject: A healer you say...
I am very interested in this game and happy to play as a healer. However, I know nothing of pathfinder, but from what has been said previously in this thread, I am very familiar with 3.5ed D&D so it should be, and I quote 'A breeze.'
Just going to check out the rules from an online source and have a look at the q&a thread 'Kings Blades Training Manual.' Then I am in. If you'll have me of course.
Posted on 2012-10-28 at 17:19:53.
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Topic: Durloch Q&A
Subject: Zuth Onyxbeard
Zypheur has not responded to me and I am going to cut him from the game and open it to another. It will probably be a straight switch since the game is still in an early stage!
Posted on 2012-08-30 at 08:35:55.
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Topic: Durloch Q&A
Subject: Hey Guys...
... I have PMed Zypheur and hopefully he will let me know his situation if he does not within three days I will be recruiting a new player.
Posted on 2012-08-28 at 08:54:33.
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Topic: Meeting an RDI icon
Subject: Hey!!
Don't forget England!
Not sure who else is from the UK but I am certainly holding up this part of the world!
Saying that I would love to come to America one day so if a holiday there just so happened to fall on a 'RDIcon' day that would be great!
Posted on 2012-08-23 at 21:07:10.
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Topic: Durloch Q&A
Subject: Sorry Guys
Been really busy again this week looks much calmer and i'll try to get some posts together.
Has anyone heard or seen Zypheur around here?
I am just wondering what Zuth wants to do stay or go!
Posted on 2012-08-23 at 08:26:04.
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Topic: A Town Called Durloch
Subject: Sorry for the wait...
After the new recruits had eaten it was time for each command group to find their lodgings and choose the boldest among them to be their leader. In one such room however, there was a struggle to decide on who would be captain. Usually these problems arise when there is two or more egotistical members of such a group and disputes, often brutal ones, break out. Room 7940 was quite the opposite however as no-one wanted to lead, clearly none had experience as leaders and were mainly followers in their respective organisations.
Eventually, after some lengthy introductions and some small-talk about their new environment, the subject of who was to be their Captain came up. One name was put forward by the mysterious Sylvari Ranger, Ymerion.
“Ok guys,” he said, laying down on the slightly uncomfortable straw mattress, “they want us to pick a leader of the group. I nominate the half orc.”
He pointed at Havaluk.
“They won’t expect it from us, and the General is a half orc as well. People tend to generalise. If they hold Blarg in high esteem, they might do the same for his kind.”
Instead of responding in a serious manner, the small halfling sorcerer began a rant about interesting jobs and which bunk-bed would suit his height the best. All in all the small magic-user had a very uninterested demeanour about who was their leader and wasn't fussed as long as they chose 'intriguing missions.'
Durnbor the Dawnbringer stretched his short frame on the human sized bed and sat in quiet prayer and meditation, as well casting his eyes over each member of the group. When the suggestion of Havaluk as leader was mentioned he only nodded in agreement.
The other Khord cleric, Zuth Onyxbeard, also chose a bunk and regarded the others steadily. Keeping largely quiet, until Ymerions suggestion of Havaluk as leader. Zuth was the first to cast a negative over the Sylvari's suggestion.
"But, Would he live up to such namesake? To live in the shadow of a mountain would have you believe you are not on your own path."
After these wise words he once again fell silent seemingly in prayer like the other stocky cleric.
Havaluk was the largest of the group and also had a vague resemblance to Blarg, if not only to those who had not met many Half-orcs before. He had been nominated as group leader and was unsure at being given this role. His reaction to being their leader was not... enthusiastic.
"Whoa whoa now, I don't want to be jumping straight into anything too deep. Does anyone even want to volunteer for this first?" If not, then I guess I could be your mouth piece for that haughty tough guy up on the chair there, but don't expect too much."
While speaking, Havaluk motioned back to the town hall where they came from, hinting at Blarg and his air of arrogance.
However, there were no more volunteers and it was looking very likely that Havaluk may have to live up to the expectations of Half-orcs here at the Border guards Barracks.
Sir Tranic and Wiz piped up in their support of Havaluk being leader, although in very different ways. Therefore Havaluk seemed to have no choice but accept his new role.
Havuluk shrugged and chuckled to himself, leaning on the post of one of the bunks.
"Fine, if none of you sorry lot think you can lead, I'll do it. Don't expect me to work miracles though."
He grunted and turned towards the door.
"I'm going outside for a breather, if you guys vote on a new leader while I'm out, I don't mind, really."
Command group 7640 had chosen their leader, and Havaluk decided to have a nose around at their new surroundings. He wasn't alone for long however as the Sylvari ranger, who had nominated the half-orc piped up once more and told him he would come with him.
Wiz also decided he would go, on the logic that more interesting things might be found and it was a chance to annoy the other two party members.
(OOC: I am going to wait and see if anyone else wants to come on an exploration of the local barracks, though you can't leave the barracks ground, as it's dark I am sure there will be some interesting things and information to be found.)
Posted on 2012-08-15 at 11:55:20.
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Topic: Durloch Q&A
Subject: Apologies
Sorry for the lack of posting I have been really busy of late but hopefully an update will be on its way in the next few days!
Posted on 2012-08-13 at 21:27:19.
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Topic: Durloch Q&A
Subject: No problem!
No worries Jozan just thought I would let you know 
Posted on 2012-08-01 at 22:19:54.
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Topic: Durloch Q&A
Subject: Niiiice posts Guys!
Exactly the responses I was looking for!
I figured having to decide on a group leader would be an excellent way for your characters to find out a bit more of each others mannerisms and next week you will be choosing a mission another debate worth fighting your corner, ultimately the 'Leader' will be able to decide so choose carefully!
Posted on 2012-07-26 at 23:02:40.
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Topic: Durloch Q&A
Subject: Opening Post is up!
Feel free to post the game has officially started!
Posted on 2012-07-26 at 22:11:59.
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Topic: Durloch Q&A
Subject: Zypheur
We'll use the 3.5e rules for spells I think that would be easiest.
And, you are allocated a 6 bed room (3 bunk beds, a dresser, desk etc...)
Posted on 2012-07-26 at 16:49:40.
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Topic: How do I add players who can post?
Subject: Thanks...
... Thanks Eol
Posted on 2012-07-26 at 16:08:24.
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Topic: How do I add players who can post?
Subject: How do I add players who can post?
Hey I am just starting a new game here on the inn and want to make it private how do I add players who can post if it is private?
Posted on 2012-07-26 at 16:00:34.
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Topic: A Town Called Durloch
Subject: Opening Post
The Guard recruit caravan seemed to bumble up the dusty road at a snails pace. Over sixty new recruits were travelling in the caravan some sitting idly on the back of a wagon others riding the newly tamed horses the recruitment officers had bought in Tenimere. They had just crossed a ford at the western point of Thrace River and soon the land was filled with small farming settlements and it became apparent that Northern Ertain was the industrial area were food, supplies and even some strange herbs were being produced in the fertile soil next to the river.
Some farmers waved at the new recruits and their children ran to them throwing a few beaten apples and grapes. Others barely acknowledged them and a few would stop their work and spit on the floor as their wagons trundled past and they held their tools menacingly giving unrelenting stairs. Clearly there was a mixed feelings towards the guard regiments. The more angry of the small folk would throw stones into the cages of the criminals of Tenimore and Morad, obviously not all the guards were honourable.
The day had been hot and many of the already armoured volunteers began to sweat heavily however the midday heat soon subdued the further they moved towards he Sendrian border. By mid-afternoon the skies were overcast and a few of the recruits shared worried looks at one another.
The evening gave a rest to the tired horses and the campfires seemed a little dimmer in the heavy air of Northern Ertain. The other nights had been full of drink and celebration, provided wholly by the Recruitment officers. Tonight however, there were no drinks and everyone was told to be alert. The watch was doubled with an experienced guard showing a new recruit the ropes each time. The night passed with no real event and dawn came quickly for the new recruits.
The morning began with a briefing for them with Lieutenant Tellar, a half-elf born into the North, telling them of the days activity.
“You will no longer have an easy ride, lads. There will be few parties as there had been the way here. For you will be Guards of Ertain and with that comes responsibility.” The Lieutenant shot a glance at the cage of criminals before continuing. “You are all from varying backgrounds and these are to be forgotten you will know little of one another, and any prejudices you have must be left here. We will be at Durloch by nightfall and you will properly briefed by General Blarg Gudallsson himself, he is one of the greatest generals of our time. Here you will be randomly assigned groups and given a standard guards equipment. Consider yourselves briefed!” With that the brisk lieutenant turned and mounted his horse and began to ride.
Everyone scrambled to their allotted wagon or mount in a hurry, no-one wanting to displease their new officers.
The day passed uneventfully and the ranches seemed to thin the closer they got to Durloch, the farmers here however seemed far more friendly to the new recruits than the previous homesteads, there was clearly more trouble here. Soon enough the recruits were there and sure enough dusk was just settling.
Once they had got through the gates they were hastily ushered into the town hall where, sat on a raised dais, were ten senior officers but out of all of them one seemed to have an aura of presence. He was a huge Half-Orc, bristling with muscle, his voice boomed and seemed to shake the entire building.
“You may be seated.” The Half-Orc's voice seemed, although loud, very educated and some of the recruits were shocked by this.
The recruits each found a seat at the many benches and an awkward silence fell over the room, everyone waiting for the dominant Half-Orc to speak. Blarg, however waited until each man and woman had their food on the table before them. Once they had, he began to speak.
“Ladies, Gentlemen you have all come here for different reasons, glory, riches, personal ambition or maybe even to clear your name. Well, you have come to the right place.”
This bought a cheer from the benches. Casually, Blarg took a sip of wine, and continued.
“Down to business then, each of you will be assigned into a 'command group' a party of six guards. You will then in turn be given duties, sometimes you can decide sometimes they will be given to you.”
Blarg then proceeded to read out each name, followed by the command groups number.
“... Wiz, Sir Tranic, Ymerion, Havaluk, Durnbor, and Zuth. Command Group 7940.”
“... Now that you are aware of your comrades you may reside to the barracks and unpack any belongings you have bought with you. The whole group will share a room within the barracks. By tomorrow morning at dawn you will of needed to decide on a leader who will report to us directly and you will choose your first mission. Good night guards.”
(OOC: Okay, well here's the first post I thought it would be an interesting RP opportunity to have to decide on an officer between you. Feel free to post any feelings that you experience on your way here, but it is not vital . I included your way here to show you some of the surrounding area and how the locals feel about the guards of Ertain.)
Posted on 2012-07-26 at 15:58:49.
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