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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: Confrontation...
Brutal dropped to his belly and crawled up closer to the cabin from where the voices were coming.. He didn’t speak the Kraut Crap… but he did understand that Fraulein meant female… and the scream they had heard was that of a woman… he assumed the scream had come from the woman that Doc had described in the car that had passed by during the nights… obviously the kraut patrol had intercepted the woman and had holed up here in this cabin to have a little ‘fun’ with their captive.
Brutal wasn’t a kind man… he had had his share of women and sometimes he had liked it rough… usually the women had liked it the same way… sometimes not… but that had no bearing on what was going on here… if he had been in charge Brutal would have passed by this cabin and left the ‘Fraulein’ to her fate… her description wasn’t that of a peasant or farmer… she was probably German herself… and in his mind worth no more thought than any other Kraut… he was about to voice his thought on that they shouldn’t risk any exposure here but one look at the Sarge and the Captain and he knew it would fall on deaf ears… he decided not to waste his breath here… it was no place to argue.
He slowly slide his legs up under him as he readied the shotgun in his hands… he looked over at Romo… waiting on the signal for them to charge the cabin.
“That don’t sound like any g** d*** way to treat a lady.”
Hearing the words from the Doc behind him and the cha-chink of 1911 slide.. Brutal turned his head and hissed slightly at Doc as he saw him starting to move.
“As you were Corporal.” Brutal whispered back just loud enough for him to hear… Brutal knew his rank was no greater than Doc’s but in a situation like this he wasn’t speaking Corp to Corp… it was combat experience talking. He gave Doc a look that said ‘be patient… we will handle it.”
He made sure Doc was going to behave and follow orders… then turned back to wait for Sarge to give the order for them to burst in there and he was ready to blast any male that was standing … he was sure the woman would be either seated or laying.. He would make sure to keep his aim to be high enough not to kill any hostages.
Posted on 2010-11-01 at 22:05:10.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Willow...
I think I mentioned in my last post that he didnt know the woman with Wyatt... kind of pointing towards the fact that no introduction had been made. 
Posted on 2010-10-30 at 20:21:01.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: Moving out...
“I’m sure you can do a lot of good things with these, Corporal Clements. Keep your eyes open.” The Captain said as he handed the Binocs to Brutal… he looked surprised for a moment then nodded. “Can do Sir!”
The Captain’s gesture seemed perceptive to Brutal… it showed the man did think of somethings.. maybe he did have a head on his shoulders afterall… of course they would see once the shit hit the fan if the man had any balls.
“Ok Clements your on scout duty I want you 50 yards in front with eyes and ears open. Next up myself, then Stewart, the Captain and finally you McGuinness with your scope. Keep as much of an eye behind us as you can. Ok whenever your ready Captain.” Romo ordered and Brutal nodded and slinging the binocs around his neck he started out in the direction indicated... taking point.
He would keep to the trees as much as possible. Stopping any time he had a clear field of view and using the binocs to do a scan before moving on. .. he kept and eye out for any sign of Nazis or their passing… anything that might tell them where this bloody castle might be.
Brutal thought again about their little group and their leadership… he still didn’t have much faith in the Captain’s unproven abilities to lead… he trusted Romo to do a good job... get them through this ... to lead them to victory (ooc: As long as he doesn’t get hit and fracture his collar bone ... he is quite fragile ) Only time would tell if his hunches were right!
Posted on 2010-10-26 at 11:07:29.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Revalations
Newhouse, Beylix, Rocinante, Asher’s Room, 2:00 pm, Day Three
Andrew Bowman was surprised at what he was able to uncover about the illustrious Sheriff … he thought he might be able to use this if necessary … at the moment he was just snooping with no intention of doing anything with the information … but maybe it might help if Wyatt couldn’t find a way out on his own.
He made copies of what he found… ran off a copy onto a data disc and then backed out making sure that he covered his tracks and hide any sign that someone had been int the secure areas. Once safely out he shut down his cortex terminal and stored it all away … he slipped the data disc copy into his pocket as he got up and returned to the cargo area to see if things had improved or it the situation had worsened. He hoped that his information wouldn’t be needed as he wasn’t sure how the Sheriff would react to a blackmail attempt … it could make matters worse.
Returning to the cargo bay he noticed that tensions still seemed to be high… walking up to the group of Wyatt… Mr. Blake and the woman who Andrew assumed was part of the crew but who had not yet had a chance to be introduced to … he asked, “Well… How are things going?”
Posted on 2010-10-22 at 21:04:34.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: Some Backposting...
Backpost to the House
In searching the farmhouse… Brutal was glad when he saw the shotgun... lifting it off its place on the mantle he smiled at it as he hefted it and then checked to see if it was loaded… rummaging about he found the two boxes of shells … slinging the Thompson he turned to the Sgt with a grin.
“If you don’t mind Sarge,” he said to Romo, “I would like to hang on to this… I like close up work.” If necessary he would give up the Thompson in favor of the shotgun… he loved killing up close where he could see his opponent… one of the reasons he loved the long bladed knife he carried on his belt.
When the booze was found he snatched up the Vodka and opening it took a sniff and then a small sip… he smiled and nodded… “Not bad.” Without a word he stored the Vodka away for later use.
He chuckled as Doc took the Brandy… “Medicinal purposes… right Doc?” he said with a grin and winked at him.
Brutal would carry anything else that he was directed to carry, food, water, etc.
Later in the Barn-Backpost
When he relieved Doc for the watch he frowned slightly at the mention of the car that passed and with a Blonde woman in the back… he gave Doc a strange look, though it wasn’t exactly a sly one, he thought more that the guy had been in the brandy already.
Later after the sun was going down, Brutal gathered up his things and prepared to move out at ordered. It was wise to move at dark and hide out during the day… he preferred the night anyway … they had a better chance of getting where they were going this way.
Posted on 2010-10-20 at 11:46:34.
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Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: No prob
I dont have a problem with it.. I have been feeding the banter hoping to develop something there... hope they dont kill each other before it is over 
Keep it up! Just be careful! Dont over do it!
Posted on 2010-10-12 at 21:44:04.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: Night dawning...
"As for the Captain himself he seems dedicated to the mission and that’s all that is needed by us right now. If things change at a later date we will deal with it then." Romo said.
Brutal nodded at the Sarge and gave a slight smile... he liked what he heard... the Sarge was all for proceeding with the mission... just as he thought the man would be... and it sounded like he too had doubts about the Captain's ability to lead this mission... and that he was prepared to step in take the reins if need be... Brutal thought that just might be needed.
Having finished his maintenance on his weapons he made sure that everything was reloaded and then he stood up and with the Thompson in hand ... he moved to look out into the waning day ready for night to fall so they could get things moving... he pulled out bit of bread they had taken from the house and slowly chewed on a piece as he kept watch right along with the Sarge.
Posted on 2010-10-08 at 22:33:38.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: The Night!
“Yes, we will stay here until nightfall.” The Captain replied to the exchange of word that went on between the Doc and Brutal, and after his Sgt had given them all instructions he added: “I want you all to keep an eye open for hidden spaces. The farmers might be hiding.”
Brutal looked around as he finished his cold meal… it was still quite good… and thought that he doubted these simple peasants had anything worth hiding … but you never know… so at the Captain’s orders… he searched the place checking for hidden spaces in the walls and the floors.
LATER IN THE BARN
With the house cleaned out of any useful supplies of food and medicines the 5 men took up temporary residence in the farms barn.
“Ok listen up, sentries will be stationed in the loft with the sniper scope from McGuinness's rifle and will be as follows. I’ll take the first 3 hours, then you McGuinness, followed by Stewart, Clements, then myself for the last 3 hours. By then it will be 2000 hrs nightfall and we can head out as ordered. Find a place to down here to set your racks and get some shut eye, that’s an order. Captain can I have a word with you in the loft sir” Sgt Romo ordered
As the Captain and the Sgt moved to the loft to talk privately… Brutal found a cozy spot among the hey to lay down his gear and spread out… he kept the Thompson resting across his chest as he slept… before he drifted off he wondered what the Sarge and the Captain could be talking about… he knew that Romo was dedicated and would want to continue with the mission… he had his doubts if the Captain had such a backbone… he probably wanted to turn tale and run towards the nearest friendly border … but Brutal was sure that the Sarge would set him straight… they had a mission to do and just because they were short doesn’t mean they couldn’t continue… besides.. so few of them maybe they just might be able to slip inside unnoticed… who knew.
When his turn for watch came… and Stewart woke him up.. he got up… checked his weapon out of habit even though he knew it was already loaded… and took up position in the loft … he scanned the area with the snipers scope… if he seen anything he would of course awaken the others… if nothing happened he would wake the Sarge for his watch.
After he was relieved by the Sarge… he would stay up… checking his gear and weapons… he stripped down his weapons one at a time… making sure everything was in top working order.
“Sarge,” he whispered at one point to Romo as he sat watching out the loft.
“Not to sound negative,” he said with a grin, “I’m all for going forward with the mission… but do you think we have a chance… just us … and the ‘Captain’?”
There was no fear in Brutal’s voice.. just seemed to be asking an opinion… the only thing he might hear is the doubt about the ‘Captain’s’ abilities to lead… this doubt seemed readily apparent.
Posted on 2010-10-08 at 11:58:32.
Edited on 2010-10-08 at 11:59:40 by YeOlde
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Topic: Hi ^__^
Subject: Banned? When?
Welcome Marian to the Looney Bin! Dont Let Alacrity scare you.. dont remember him banning anyone.. he just like to try out new banners!
Welcome and check out the recruitment threads for games.... might find something you like.
YeOlde
Posted on 2010-10-06 at 21:53:04.
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Topic: The Guard Q n' A
Subject: Still here
I'm still here.. and posting .. I think! ~checks~ yep.. I posted! So I am still in it! I seem to have lost some recruits though... hope I havent scared them away.... I've been easy on them so far!
Posted on 2010-10-06 at 11:55:21.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: A pickle
Newhouse, Beylix, Rocinante, Cargo Bay, 1:50 pm, Day Three
" Wuh de ma!" the Banker curses, " Kao! Alright. I need to send a wave to the sheriff and talk to him. Though I am not hopeful that it will work out well. My wife is going to kill me."
Andrew heard the Banker exclaim as he walked into the Cargo Bay with Ma. He took in the situation with a glance and knew that he was missing something.
“What’s going on?” he asked Wyatt, “I thought we were done with the Sheriff and ready to blast off this rock.”
(Assuming he receives and explanation regarding the Banker’s son in jail)
“That’s a pickle,” he said with a shake of his head, “The Sheriff doesn’t seem like a man your going to be able to move so easily.” He looked to the worried Banker.
“I think…” he trailed off a bit as he seemed to be thinking … then turned and headed back up the ladder towards the crew quarters.. “..I have to check something.”
He headed back to the room that Ma had showed him to… where he had put his gear… there he grabbed up his bag and sat down wherever he could… hopefully a desk if available… there he pulled out his Personal Cortex terminal … activating it he started a program to access the Cortex.
(PM to follow GM)
Posted on 2010-10-02 at 21:21:03.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: Food and rest...maybe!
Brutal assessed what he saw and it definitely looked like te family living here had been taken away forcefully… along with their livestock… he thought about why?
“Maybe the Castle needed food,” he said aloud voicing his thought that the livestock would be taken to feed the troops at the Castle, “looks like the farmer did not care to give them up… but … why take the family?”
He let that question hang and was sure he wasn’t the only once wondering… once the barn was cleared and they all meet up back at the farmhouse… he turned to follow Doc inside.
“Maybe we should stay here tonight… good defensible position and I doubt the troops will come back to what they think of as an empty farmhouse.”
He surveyed the house… walking around searching each corner to make sure no surprises were waiting for them… his Thompson held ready across his chest.
Hearing a noise he turned and watched as Doc ladled out some Chicken and dumplings… suddenly Brutal’s stomach growled with hunger.
“Good idea Doc.”
He walked over to the pot and leaned over to smell it first before following Doc’s example and dishing out some himself… he picked up a discarded spoon and letting his Thompson hang at his side… he walked over to the window to keep watch out of it.
(Was hoping for orders from one of those in charge before I posted… but since there wasn’t anything… here is what I got. )
Posted on 2010-10-02 at 20:58:15.
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Topic: The Guard
Subject: On the road...
Iothora 2nd, 452 E.R. (Spring)
Coria City, The Kingdom of Coria
Shortly past the 6th hour, in the Warehouse Yards
Corporal Melis’ crew will handle the rear of the caravan, latrine duty, striking camp, and take the midnight shifts.” Captain Omains barked out his orders.
Great! Melis thought… I get the most inexperienced bunch… he was sure that Omains had it out for him after the ‘incident’… Melis was sure that the Captain blamed him for the accident which took the man’s eye… it was true that Melis had been knocked into Omains… back in that fateful day 3 years ago… during the battle with the Wemic’s that attacked their Caravan… and that ‘bump’ had caused the … then … Sgt Omains to drop his guard for a moment allowing the Wemic to get in a blow which took the man’s eye… but as Melis saw it… it was Omain’s fault… if he hadn’t cowardly been hiding during the attack and had come to help Melis and his comrade Kervene when they were pinned down… then maybe the ‘accident’ wouldn’t have happened… but Melis was sure that moment would haunt him for as long as he worked with Captain Omains.
“My crews will consist of Saladoc, Cilla, Naserant, Mogan, Gargiance, Taurel, Ligrience, and Helis. The rest of you are assigned to the corporal,” Sergeant Menival growled in response.
“Rest of you fall in over here!” Melis yelled at the lot that had been left to him. Once they were all over by him he read off a list in his hand.
“Aleins, Kerrus, Mergolin, Aserian, Issant & Liones Bramerrecan, Veses & Laise Bensant.” He read and looked up at them for assurance that he had the right people. Once he received acknowledgement, either by word or nod, he looked them over and shook his head.
“Fall in line here.. Right Here!” He marked out a line in the dirt with his foot and waited for them to line up… still shaking his head.
“All right! I am surely hated by the gods to be graced with such a bunch of misfits and slack-offs” He said as he paced in front of them inspecting them. He stopped in front of Veses and his jaw almost dropped at the sight of his armor.
“I guess it was too much to ask that you would be smart enough to figure it out.” He said shaking his head once again…
“You..” he turned to Aserian who stood to Veses’s left., “Help this man get his armor straight before we hit the road.”
“Now you all with have the rear guard,” he continued to talk to all of them, “so get your gear together and fall in behind the wagons in 5 mins….. Snap to it!”
He left them to walk over to the wagons and left them to get their things ready. Once they all arrived he got them into a formation of sorts and began to march them behind the wagons once the caravan got moving.
Iothora 2nd, 452 E.R. (Spring)
Coria City, The Kingdom of Coria
Shortly past the 17th hour, on the road to Calestra
“Corporal,” Omains said as the men approached. “You get a nice watch set up with your squads. They can eat once Menival’s men do. Then set up your midnight watches, and report back to me with the order. Menival, you get your men established with their bedrolls, and get Cook to start the stew. Maybe Mogan will deign to play us some ditties on those pipes of his tonight.”
“Sure thing,” Menival chuckled as he kicked a clod of dirt from the heel of his boot. “Hey, Corporal. Make sure your lot don’t let nothing sneak up on us while we eat.”
Chuckling, Captain Omains dismounted and together with the sergeant they made their way back towards the wagons.
"CPL Melis, is there a place to refill my water skin?" Veses asked as he dropped his pack
Melis was right there in his face in an instant, “Shut your trap Grub… pick up your pack and you will rest when I tell you to rest.”
“Alright troops!” Melis called out to all of his group… “you will be paired up in the following manner… Aleins with Issant… Kerrus with Liones… Ellin with Laise … and Aserian with Veses.”
“Now pair up with your watch partner,” he gave them a couple moments to do just that.. “Ok … I want one watch pair in each direction about 50 paces from the circle of wagons… Take your weapons and shields if you have them. Come along and I will set each of you up.”
With the group following he takes and sets them up each in the North.. Aleins/Issant… West… Kerrus/Liones … South… Ellin/Laise … East.. Aserian/Veses… he gives them all the same instructions.
“I want each pair to stand about 10 paces apart and keep a close eye on the area and if you see anything call out to the camp…. I will be by every so often to check on you… so no slacking off.... oh and after you eat... you will dig those Latrine trenches before turning in.”
If there are no questions… he will leave them in their designated areas and true to his word he will come back every 15 mins to check on them…. This watch set up is good till they are relieved for them to eat… then… he will have them dig the latrine trenchs… then they can bed down till the midwatch … Melis will go around and wake them up and make sure they get set into their positions… he will stand watch with them… checking each position every 15 mins as usual.
(I did change my location line as I thought from your post that they are on the road.. Even though your location said they were in the warehouse yards… if I am wrong let me know and I will edit my post. )
Posted on 2010-09-27 at 01:44:12.
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Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: been busy
Sorry I hadnt posted.. been busy at work... they sending me all over the last couple weeks ... just got back from San Fran... and they sending me travelling again next week... so I been using tonight to get caught up in all my games... I think I am good now.
Posted on 2010-09-25 at 00:33:29.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: Caution...
"Don’t worry Doc.. the bullet will probably go through me and kill you too."
Jack smiled to himself and whispered back to Brutal,
“I’m safe then, it’s not likely a bullet will get through that Bull’s head of yours. Anyway I’ve got dibs on your cigars. ”
Brutal chuckled at Doc’s reply as they both moved away from each other to take up their position and he said to himself, “yeah over your dead body.”
As he kept watch on his area… he looked back every once in awhile towards the farmhouse… when he spotted the Sgt. come back and signal for them to approach he wondered what was the deal.
“Alright people, you saw the sign. Let’s move. But keep your eyes open, yeah?”
At the house he ordered a search of the barn, in much the same style as they had approached the barn. Romo would go first, with direct cover by McGuinness. The rest kept their minds sharp and their weapons ready.
Brutal took up his position watching the rear as they approached the farmhouse… since the Sgt was up front now he naturally took the rear guard. Once at the house and with the orders now to search the barn… the only logical place for someone to hide… Brutal kept extra special watch around them for an ambush… as the barn was the next place anyone should search… it made sense that someone would wait for them to enter it so they would spring a trap and catch them there… therefore he was extra cautious and observant.
“I don’t like this..” he said between clenched teeth… clamping down on his cigar which he had let go out for now.
Posted on 2010-09-25 at 00:20:32.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Enroute
Newhouse, Beylix, Rocinante, outside Asher's quarters, 1:25 pm, Day Three
The room that Andrew was given obviously belonged to a young man with a healthy libido and a great fascination with guns - judging from the decor. Neither imagery seemed to both the older lady showing him around.
“Thank you very much Ma’am! I hope to not be too much more of an inconvenience than I have already been.” Andrew said.
She wrote on her pad and turned it to Andrew "Passenger? Or staying? You know Wyatt from before?"
His stuff stowed for now.. Andrew smirked slightly at the ‘décor’ of his apparent room mate… he couldn’t wait to see with whom he was sharing a cabin.
Reading the pad presented by Ma… he understood that she couldn’t talk… or maybe she could but chose not to… in either case he read it and then smiled slightly as he turned with her to head towards the cargo area.
“Yes I know Wyatt,” he said with a knowing smile, “I guess you could say I’m family… his wife was my niece.” The last words caused the smile to fade from his lips… at the mention of the her.
Posted on 2010-09-24 at 23:31:49.
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Topic: The Guard
Subject: Backposts
Iothora 1st, 452 E.R. (Spring)
Coria City, The Kingdom of Coria
Shortly past the 15th hour, in the Yards
“So,” Corporal Melis asked incredulously as he marched them toward the barracks, “none of you ever lifted a sword before?”
“Not and stuck it into another man, no,” Issant answered quickly, “but that shouldn’t be taken to mean that we cannot fight, Corporal, nor that we’re liable to break and run at the first sign of trouble, either…” He realized, then, that his hand had come to rest on the ogre-bone hilt of the knife his father had given him and, before the Corporal could realize it, too, and take offense, he forced his hand away.
His attention diverted, Melis didn’t notice the hand on the hilt of the knife.
“They sure seem to be scrapping the bottom of the barrel lately,” Melis half-murmured, then.
“Far from the bottom, if I might say so, sir,” Issant retorted even though he knew the man had been commenting more to himself than any other, “the bottom, sir, would be the bandits that we’ve been hired to defend against… if you don’t mind me saying so… sir…”
Melis looked at the younger man and a slight smile crept to his lips, “Guess you have a point there.”
At the barracks:
“If I was you,” Melis said quietly after a moment, “I would stay close to her tonight… and watch her.”
Issant, after glancing at his cousin, nodded and replied in equal measure; “Don’t let her appearance fool you, sir. She is as strong of heart and body as she is beautiful. I’d match her fighting skills against any of these soft handed city boys even when Shinara’s luck refused to shine.” He knew, of course, that between Liones, Veses, and himself, though, that Laise would never have to prove that fact.
Melis glanced at Issant and then over to a pair of rough looking toughs that appeared to be a little more experienced than most around here.
“Maybe your right,” he said softly, “watch her anyway.” He concluded as he turned to leave.
Iothora 2nd, 452 E.R. (Spring)
Coria City, The Kingdom of Coria
Daybreak, Converted Warehouse ‘Barracks’
“They are to have leathers, swords, daggers, bows, arrows, helmets, and shields… whatever weapons they feel comfortable in using” he instructed the men, “Hopefully they won’t hurt themselves much.”
“Can any of you use a bow? A sword? Anything?”
“Yes sir,” Issant answered enthusiastically… and not altogether untruthfully. He’d used a bow in hunting, of course, and a dagger wasn’t that much different than a knife, and of course he’d used a sword before ¬– the Corporal needn’t know that it had been a wooden sword in those moments between chores and girls when he and his brother played soldier… and spears? Hogs were hunted with spears, weren’t they? He’d hunted before. Why not a spear?... – “Yes sir,” Issant repeated, “were no career soldiers, sir, and we’ve never carried our own swords, but we’re not incapable nor are we completely ignorant… sir…”
"I cannot use a bow but I am fairly handy with a spear."
Veses replied when asked weapons choice and so he received a spear and a sword. After a few minutes of trial and error he managed to don his armor and gave the sword a few practice swings, much to the amusement of a couple nearby veterans. "Well I guess I am as ready as I am going to be for now. So what is next?"
Melis noticed the way the one made sure to address him with a ‘Sir’ and how he defended their ignorance of fighting with every chance he got… he watched as the other one struggled to put on armor and swung his sword clumsily.
“Well try not a get yourself killed the first time you have to draw that thing,” Melis said nodded at Veses, “especially don’t chop your own head off.” He left him hopefully wondering how, and if, that was even possible.
Veses looked at the pile of equipment and began the task of donning his armor. No matter what he tried it did not seem to fit correctly. Frustrated, he turned to CPL Melis. "Umm, how exactly does this work?"
“You two can figure it out I’m sure,” he said as he continued to walk away, “you’re not ignorant as your friend tells me.”
Posted on 2010-09-24 at 16:38:02.
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Topic: The Guard Q n' A
Subject: Edit needed...
.. ok I will work on an edit regarding his history... hmm.. most of it will not affect anything that the rest of you will notice... all thoughts regarding his history really!
Will edit soon.
Posted on 2010-09-18 at 21:17:45.
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Topic: The Guard Q n' A
Subject: Cant get to character
.. I got an email for my character.. but I cant get to the sheet.. when I click on it it takes me to Google but then wants me to sign in.. I dont have a google account.. dont plan to have one.. so.. if you could email me the sheet.. I have excel at work and at home .. thanks!
(Edit to add: Oh .. I posted.. )
Posted on 2010-09-17 at 11:34:31.
Edited on 2010-09-17 at 11:36:06 by YeOlde
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Topic: The Guard
Subject: Corporal Melis
Iothora 1st, 452 E.R. (Spring)
Coria City, The Kingdom of Coria
Shortly past the 15th hour, in the Yards
Corporal Melis stood by looking bored as the new ‘green’ recruits stepped up to apply for the position of a guard with the Sky Palace Coster…. He stood stock still despite the growing heat of the day making his armor wear in some very uncomfortable spots... he tried not to sigh as a new group... of four ... stepped up to Mausin’s table … a simple bunch… three men and a woman… they looked like simple farmers…. They didn’t even have weapons or armor … yet they wanted to be guards… times were hard and everyone was looking for a paying job… he doubted these would be accepted… the Captain … a vile man named Omains… laying into them about being ill prepared for fighting.
“Sign them, Mausin. They’ll join me on this next caravan.”
Melis’s jaw dropped slightly as these simple peasants were accepted into the Guard… he shook his head slightly… going unnoticed by the Captain for sure as the man never looked at underlings as a matter of course.
“Corporal Melis,” the captain didn’t even bother to look at the other guard as he spoke; something unsavory apparently on his tongue. “You’ll see them all outfitted first thing in the morning with Coster property: leathers, swords, daggers, bows for them that can use it, arrows, helmets, and shields.”
“Yes sir,” Melis replied stiffly.
“Come with me,” Melis gestured for them to follow him… and led them towards a barracks … he walked in silence for a moment… until out of earshot of the Captain… then turned to look at them as they walked.
“So… none of you ever lifted a sword before?” He asked with an incredulous look on his face.
Melis was a career soldier… or planned to be… oh he was young yet… and when he was younger he use to practice the sword with a Guardsman named Edvis… when he hadn’t been gambling … so when he had joined the Guard of the Sky Palace Coster to escape his gambling debts… he hadn’t been green like these farmers… and he had been in a few skirmishes since joining the Guard of the Sky Palace Coster … he had survived and even earned rank… he had shown himself to be worthy … he intended to go far and … with luck and skill… live to a ripe old age.
“They sure seem to be scrapping the bottom of the barrel lately,” he said mostly to himself… he had noticed that a lot of the recruits accepted lately were not the fighting type… he knew times were tough but to sign up unskilled fighters was asking for trouble if you asked him.
(Insert conversation here – will backpost later to address)
Arriving at the ‘barracks’ … just a converted old warehouse... Melis moved them through the crowded place… filled with other guards of the Coster … he shows them to a spot where they can find a cot for the night … he gestures to a place next to the wall where empty cots sit.
“Find you a spot here somewhere to sleep for the night” he said and started to turn away, “I will come and collect you in the morning at daybreak to get you equipped…. You can find food at the cook … down at the end of the barracks just outside.” He gestured towards the far end of the barracks where an open door allowed the smells of cooking food to enter into the barracks.
He started to leave then paused and turned to look at them again … his gaze falling to Laise… his gaze wasn’t licentious like other men’s had been earlier in the day… just appraising her then looking at the men that accompanied her.
“If I was you,” he said quietly so only they could hear him, “I would stay close to her tonight… and watch her.” He then turned and left the warehouse.
Iothora 2nd, 452 E.R. (Spring)
Coria City, The Kingdom of Coria
Daybreak – Sharp!, Converted Warehouse ‘Barracks’
Corporal Melis marched into the barracks sharply… the rising sun almost cresting the horizon behind him in the doorway… marched up to where the others had bedded down for the night.
“ALRIGHT! SNAP TO IT!” He barked… regardless of whether they were in bed or already up and waiting, “Follow me… I will get you miserable excuses for recruits properly outfitted and hopefully better equipped… if you’re lucky you might live past the day.”
This got a chuckle or two from other men in the room readying their gear for the new day’s activities.
He marched them out into the yard and over to the armory… there he instructs the man there to outfit them in the livery of the Sky Palace Coster.
“They are to have leathers, swords, daggers, bows, arrows, helmets, and shields… whatever weapons they feel comfortable in using” he instructed the man at the armory, “Hopefully they won’t hurt themselves much.”
“Can any of you use a bow? A sword? Anything?” He turned to them asking… a hopeful tone in his voice… yet it held a since of disappointment to come.
He didn’t know why they were hiring such unskilled people to be guards of caravans and valuable goods…. It didn’t make sense to him… but then he was a simple soldier… he wasn’t privy to all the ins and outs of the Coster’s business… and knew he never would be.
(Edited to correct history comments)
Posted on 2010-09-17 at 11:30:13.
Edited on 2010-09-23 at 23:31:45 by YeOlde
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Topic: Hi Hi
Subject: What? What? WHAT?
What GOD in the universe allowed EOL a chance at reproducing.. I mean the shear thought is staggering!!!!
Well welcome Tari, Spawn of Eol .. hope you stick around and maybe you might decide to RP in something? Show us you inherited Eol's muse maybe?
Welcome! ~bows~
Posted on 2010-09-15 at 11:29:34.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: Second hand .. bullets?
As Brutal started to move for a better position, Jack hissed at him, “Hey Brutal, don’t you know you can die from smoking?
Some sniper is going to see that flaming log in your mouth and blow your f****** head off!”
Brutal chuckled as he took a hit off his cigar and blew the smoke in Doc's direction.
"Dont worry Doc.. the bullet will probably go through me and kill you too."
Brutal didnt worry about the cigar giving them away... if someone was close enough to smell the cigar smoke they would have to be part Bloodhound to track it to them.... and as for the glow.. he knew it was a risk and never smoked them when they were trying to be covert... at the moment they were in the woods near a farmhouse that they were about to send someone up to and talk to the residents.. if there was danger.. then they were about to become exposed to it and no thanks to his cigar... so.. for now he puffed away while waiting.. he hated waiting.. so he smoked.
Posted on 2010-09-14 at 11:34:29.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: Encounters
Brutal had taken up the point position and it looked like Sgt Romo didn’t have a problem with that.. In the way he saw it he was the logical choice.. The Sniper wasn’t going to be the point man. .. Certainly not the Doc… or the Captain.. Though Brutal would love to see how he did…. And he knew the Sgt would probably take the rear guard.. So that left only him at point…
Hefting the Thompson that Romo had insisted he carry… he didn’t have a problem with that… the Thompson would be better at close range… which they would be in within these woods..
The process was slow with little light … and the buzzing of the ME overhead looking for survivors … them… was slowing them even more… but after what seemed like an eternity in the dark… they came to a farmhouse…
They stopped and checked out the area… it seemed harmless… but you could never count on that… Brutal looked back at the others assembled there with him … his gaze paused on the Private and he thought of the little tiff that had happened before they had started out.. Brutal didn’t get the Private… he seemed to have a screw loose … but what counted was how the man handled himself in combat… if he could hold his own and fire that rifle as well as he seemed to think he could… then he would be worth his salt… but time would tell.
“Sgt Romo. Do I remember correctly that you speak German fluently? I want you to head out to that farm with as little equipment as possible, and see what you can learn. Lose your jacket. Tell them you’re a private in the German army and that you’ve wrecked your vehicle a little further and got lost. You’re looking for the castle. If the farm is clear, we will follow.”
“McGuinness, you provide cover at all times. Keep your eyes open.”
He eyed Doc and Corp. Clements. “Doc, keep an eye on the west end of the valley. Brutal, scan the east.”
“Oh, and Sergeant…” he told Romo before he left, “Don’t forget to greet them properly.”
Brutal chuckled a bit at … what he thought was a joke… from the Captain… as he pulled out another cigar and lit it up…
“Don’t forget to kiss their asses while your at it Sarge.”
Then with a nod to the Captain he moved a couple paces to the East and took up a guard position… he squatted down on his haunches and scanned the East… with an occasional glance back at the direction of the farmhouse where the Sgt would be going.
Posted on 2010-09-12 at 14:21:27.
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Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: Captain..
Hey I dont want you to think that Brutal's actions and thoughts are in any way disparging to your RPing of the Captain.. he is just being who he is.. he has a problem with authority.. that is all.. hope you dont take it personally.
Posted on 2010-09-12 at 13:41:30.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: Moving out...
I>“Listen. I know our situation is grim, but I can only think of one logical course to follow. As we were told in the briefing: If this mission fails, then the folks back home could be in serious danger. We head south, towards the mountains. The castle should be there.”
The Capt. looked at them all, and thought of something to add.
“We can still do this. There is no way we will see those Nazis succeed, ok? Let’s move. And keep it quiet. We may need our ears to pick up on approaching enemies. Sgt Romo will assign your positions.”
Cpl Clements stowed the gear that Romo had given him and double checked his carbine making sure it was ready.. He pulled a half cigar out of a ammo belt pouch and struck a match on his on his pant leg and lit the cigar as the Capt droned out about their duty and their mission. As a cloud of smoke surrounded him, he smirked and checked his compass before taking a couple paces to the South, eyeing their intended path. He intended to take his usual spot … at the point… he didn’t expect that Romo would say otherwise.. So he taking a grip on the carbine he was ready to lead the way.. With the others behind in what ever order the Sgt. declared.
Posted on 2010-09-11 at 13:54:29.
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