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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2016 1:42:59 GMT -8
An ancient abandoned castle in the wilderness slowly rebuilt by House Winter. A small farming community has settled around it looking to the Lords of Winter for leadership.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2016 10:38:48 GMT -8
It was spring here at Castle Winter. The snows had finally thawed and the time to seed was now. Lord Crovan found himself in the field surrounding the small village, working alongside the villagers as the Lords of Winter always have. Plowing and sowing. The small community of less than a hundred would work together to grow enough wheat to supply the village with flour and new seed for the next year, along with various vegetables. Later Crovan and his small in number but well trained men-at-arms would patrol the surrounding forests. Keeping wolves, lions, and bears away from the village and their precious few cattle.
This was the routine. Corvan's father and grandfather had told him stories of the House of Winter's old glories. Yet here he was. Tending the farms with the people who call him "Lord. People that simply wandered in over the years and stayed with them for reasons that belong to them. Their reason like so many things has been forgotten, now their all that's left are their great-great-great grand children and their kin.
Lord Craven finished his plowing the field, and several women went to work sowing wheat. Crovan sat upon a stump, wiped his brow and took a drink from his water skin. Cooling off after the work the Lord of Winter let his mind wander, thinking aloud, "What if we were to join a kingdom, like old times. Would we still be sowing fields, and protecting ourselves from wild animals? Would we still be stuck here in the wilds?" The lord sighed, these thoughts were already known to his people and members of his own family.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on May 6, 2016 0:19:28 GMT -8
The lord stood from his seat and returned his sword belt, which was laying next to the stump, to its rightful place on his waist. He also donned his cloak carefully checking the straps. The cloak was one of the few things that the House of winter keep in tradition. Designed for battle in the cold and protection from weather through the rest of the year. His horse was nearby tethered to a tree. A fine beast, pure white save for a small brown mark in the center of its forehead.
The lord mounted his horse and from the heightened position observed the handy work of the villagers and his house. They had expanded the fields nearly doubled. His village was growing. Many of the women were pregnant including the lords aunt. The last of his family really. He had several cousins and other distant relatives throughout the village, but his aunt was like his mother.
The lord moved his horse away from the fields and rode a slow trot back to the castle.
His Men-at-Arms would be gathered and ready for the evening patrol. A force of only 20. But each of the men were worth 4 and under Crovan's command they proved to be worth over 100. A fact proven 7 years ago when a large group of bandits attacked Castle Winter hoping to take it over as a base of operations.
Crovan was thinking about the fight. It was his greatest triumph and failure. There were 113 bandits, he only knew this because they counted the bodies. A child was assigned as a look out in the castle's main tower, as is often done as punishment. If the bandits hadn't entered a clearing in the woods and was spotted by the child... The story would be different.
A bell was rang. Everyone knew what it meant. A simple rule understood by the village; get to the castle or you'll die. Men-at-Arms quickly gathered their gear, ancient but well maintained armor worn by the first of the House of Winter's men on their arrival to the castle. The bandits however were drawn by the bell.
The castle was built long before siege engines, low walls to allow better shots from archers, only one entrance to the castle to reduce enemy numbers attacking at any one time. These are Castle Winter's only defensive features. Perfect for this fight. Men-at-Arms manned their position. A defensive line across the entrance to the castle. Crovan, only 17, stood among them.
His thoughts were interrupted however by arriving at his destination. The lord dismounted his steed and strode into the castle. A stable boy tending to the horse.
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Post by The Inferno Assembly on May 6, 2016 0:38:45 GMT -8
A group of pyromancers gathered upon a nearby hill. Several drakes could be observed nearby, saddled and dismounted. They were here on peaceful terms, simply to propose a trade agreement within the two groups. They knew that the House was in desperate need of such a thing, for they appeared weak. If they were to agree to the proposal, both groups would gain significant economical growth.
At the foot of the hill, the group split off. A single, fancily-clothed pyromancer walked away, moving towards the gate. Their peaceful intentions could only be shown by not overstepping their boundaries. He walked up to the gate, waiting for a response. He was sure they had been seen.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on May 6, 2016 0:52:14 GMT -8
Lord Crovan noticed the visitor. A man of his dress a rare sight in this area. Crovan, mindful of strangers placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. The Lord of House Winter turned to the visitor, a curios look in his eye. Crovan strode forward, a prideful walk, head held high. He greeted the stranger, "Welcome to Castle Winter. I am Lord Crovan, what business does a man dressed so fine have here? So far into the wilderness?"
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Post by The Inferno Assembly on May 6, 2016 1:21:34 GMT -8
"It is simply splendid to meet you on this fine day." He bowed to Lord Crovan, removing his pyromancy gloves, then outstretching his hand for a handshake. "Ah yes, why we are here," He replied, with cordiality, "We are members of the Inferno Assembly, a trade organisation and we are here to discuss business, I am sorry to be so quickly to the point."
He appeared to be a reasonable, respectful individual. He grew to like the man in this short space of time. He made it obvious he was a Lord by his prideful walk; and pride was something the Inferno Assembly respected and revered. They were sure a man such as him would certainly accept their upcoming offer and they were banking on that fact. It was essential they acquired strong connections to strengthen their group, elsewise they risk being wiped out.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on May 6, 2016 2:12:48 GMT -8
Crovan watched the man bow but did not do so in return, however when the man extended his hand Crovan simply looked at it for a moment.
The man before the lord was nothing but courteous so he shook the man's hand keeping a steady left hand on the hilt of his sword. When he made contact however a familiar urge welled up in him. The man was a user of magic, Corvan could feel subtle tingle in the man's skin. What kind of magic was unknown however. Crovan's eyes took a sharp look upon uncovering this new danger. Better to get it out in the air. After shaking the hand firmly he released. allowing
"A trader and a mage at that," Crovan spoke with slight smirk; proud of his abilities to identify a magic user. The smirk faded as he continues, returning to the curios expression earlier, "Well we have little to trade here save for furs. But sold to the right places they can bring in a decent sum."
Crovan motioned with his right hand, extending his arm toward the castle. "Perhaps we can discuss it over a meal."
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Post by The Inferno Assembly on May 6, 2016 19:14:44 GMT -8
He was exceedingly surprised the man could tell his magical background from the mere touch of his hand. Such a feat would be tricky to do, as he was an experienced Mage, having better control upon magic allows yourself to mask your magic affinity more reliably and more efficiently. What else could this man have lying up his sleeve? He had no way of knowing. The air of the situation was stiff. The pyromancer caught the man's hand upon the hilt of his sword, obviously signalling the fact he was suspicious of the man. He dismissed it as simply cautiousness - perhaps it stems from the fact that they are mages? He had better loosen the atmosphere of the situation. Making deals with such an air of hostility, would make the process far slower and more painful.
The pyromancer was glad that the man suggested such an option. Discussing terms over a hearty meal would certainly be easier. "If you were to be so kind." He responded, politely, before responding with a question of his. "Shall I tell them to come too?", pointing towards his fellow pyromancers. They were wearing an expression of utmost boredom, very much keen to do something else other than waiting.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on May 6, 2016 22:13:22 GMT -8
Corvan though about the mage's request. Chances were that the others of his party were gifted with magic. They seemed honest enough, and should they attempt an attack Lord Crovan would be able to shutdown the use of magic. Crovan would have the advantage.
The Lord reached his decision quick enough to not seem rude but the pause would have been enough to show his hesitation. "They are welcome in Winter's halls." Crovan turned his back to the man, a show of immense trust and a show that he fully believed himself safe. A passive show of strength; Something to raise his position in trade negotiations, if only by a small bit. The Lord simply turned strode for the castle expecting the Mage and his companions to follow.
He entered his castle the entrance was divided two, an architectural defense against soldiers invading the castle, one of the other side a grand hall stretched out before Crovan and his guests. At the back a simple throne which was only used when the Lord's of Winter would settle disputes from the villagers. Be hind the throne a wall of glass. Once shattered and scattered the shards had been glued together with black steel forming a scater web of iron through the multi colored glass.
As he entered the castle he nodded to guard. The Man-at-Arms had witnessed the exchange and on the lord's signal the soldier moved away from the entrance and ordered the table brought out and meal be prepared.
The tables and chairs were brought out first by a couple of servants giving the visitors and the lord somewhere to sit while they waited on the meal to be prepared.
Crovan took a seat at the head of the table and motioned with his left hand to the seat on his left. "Please sit and let us discuss what kind of deal you might have in mind."
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Post by The Inferno Assembly on May 6, 2016 22:52:15 GMT -8
The party felt very much at home within the Winter Halls. The intricate architecture of the building was stylish and practical. Such a thing would be most handy in a siege; perhaps they could ask Lord Crovan on a later date about the architecture, it would certainly come in handy to know how the building was constructed. Each Mage took a seat upon the left side of the table, following where the lord had motioned. Once seated, they began to fully drink in their surroundings, entranced by the place. The glass window was intriguing. Multi-coloured glass, alloyed with some sort of steel? Such an art piece would do finely within the 'La Via di Rosso', or the Street of Red.
Breaking the silence, the head Mage, the most experienced pyromancer of the bunch, began to abruptly get straight to the point. They had taken far too much time admiring the room and they did not have time to spare for such trivialities. Clasping his hands together, he placed his elbows upon the table, signalling his desire to speak. Seeing this action, the ypyromancers quickly darted their heads towards him, knowing that if he were to speak, paying attention was of utmost importance. He turned his head toward Lord Crovan. "Ah yes, the deal. We at the Inferno Assembly are experienced traders, as we told you before. The deal is simple. We can have caravans move to the winter castle with your grains and furs, and sell them for a the full price plus four tenths of their value of their value, guaranteed. We will then bring the gold back. The profits will then be split ten over thirty, you keeping the largest sum of money. On average the caravans may take up to seven days from Isra to here, and eight days when coming back, due to the need to stock up on supplies, on summer, spring and autumn. On winter it should take roughly nine days to here and ten days back." "This will net you a sizeable profit."
Finishing the speech, the man stopped and took a sharp intake of air, the long-winded speech leaving him near devoid of it.
"So, do you wish to accept, or do you want to alter the conditions?"
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on May 6, 2016 23:16:06 GMT -8
Corvan placed his elbows on the table and clasped his hands together in front of his mouth thinking the offer over. The trade route was desperate;y needed. They had plenty of furs to trade but the request for grain would be troublesome. Though easily solved...
Crovan gently set his hands to the table, "To be honest we just doubled our farmland and the expansion weakened our grain stores because of the extra planting. If you would wait until the next harvest to begin collecting grain I see your offer as fair. However I must ask; what kind of protection do you use for these caravans. We have had many bandits wandering the land. We would both take a loss should your caravans be raided." Crovan spoke the truth in this. Bandits were an ever present issue in "The Lands of Winter," though once found the Lord would slay them immediately. The problem seemed to be recurring however.
Crovan looked the mage expecting a proper response. His blue eyes seemed bright against the greens, yellows and reds streaming into through the window. and the shadows cast by candles in the room made the man seem somewhat intimidating to most men. This was not on purpose, an accidental event from the time of day.
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Post by The Inferno Assembly on May 7, 2016 0:33:12 GMT -8
He nodded, listening to the man intently, clearly very interested in Lord Crovan's concerns. It made perfect sense why he would be worried about bandits, in fact they were almost attacked on their truck down to the Winter Castle. But they knew of a simple workaround to this seemingly tricky conundrum: compressed golems. The compressed golem had recently entered into production, an expensive but efficient machine surpassing the abilities of a well-trained soldier in combat, so they surely would work on deterring bandits from attacking the caravans. Five c-golems could take on an army of nearly one hundred, they were truely fearsome in combat, and fiendishly difficult to kill. Used with pyromancers, they were nigh invincible.
Nevertheless, they were troubled about the grain. Grain was important, it always held a steady price and could be sold in exorbitant quantities for a humongous profit. This key item was what the Inferno Assembly primarily imported and sold, due to these reasons. The lack of these goods would hurt the profits, but he was optimistic, he knew that eventually the problem would be rectified. He was just hoping more for short-term, instant gains. But he decided that playing the long-game still worked, patience was important, he decided. He turned to Lord Crovan, informing him of his work-around.
"Security shall be simple to arrange. We here at the Inferno Assembly have both experienced pyromancers, and a particular type of golem named the 'c-golem'. I am sure we hae enough excess troops to fend off a bandit attack with little casualties, with even relitivaely low numbers. It however would be easier if you could spare some troops to assist the caravan, whenever it comes."
The imposing figure of the Lord was certainly intimidating, but they kept their cool. They were not sure if he intended to appear as such, but they could only think he deliberately did so, a strategic plan in order to grab a more one-sided deal with the Inferno Assembly. They did not mention it to the man, however. Politeness was a necessity and they did not wish to jeopardise the current situation at hand.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on May 7, 2016 11:57:10 GMT -8
Crovan listened intently. As the mage finished Crovan shifted in his chair a little and the shadows that made the man so immense lost their power. "I am like of mind in this. You may be transporting and selling the goods, but they are the House of Winter's goods. I can devote ten of my Men-at-Arms to this trade route. They are high quality warriors and the seeing our banner will help keep the smarter bandits from troubling you."
Crovan paused for a moment and debated telling the mage of his men's abilities. Cooperation would be key to this deal and Crovan spoke once more, "You should know, especially since you use magic to defend your caravans. My men have the ability stop the use of magic. It shouldn't be an issue in these wilds, no anymore at least."
Crovan finished his words and almost on queue a couple of serving girls brought out the meal. A simple but well made meal of spit-roasted wild boar, mushrooms cooked in the beast's drippings, along with steamed vegetables that were salted lightly; broccoli, carrots, and cauliflower. The serving girls placed plates in front of each of the men along with a bowl of cheese sauce. They quickly passed out utensil's carved, with great skill, out of wood. The boar was already sliced and ready to be moved on their plates.
Crovan looked to the mages, "I may be a Lord but as you know we are out here in the wilds, this is the best I can offer for unexpected visitors." A serving girl took Crovan's plate and fixed it for him. Though normally he would fix his own, aswell as fill his table, along with several more tables, with his villagers for the meal; they knew how to act when visitors were about. They had to make the Lord look more Lord-like.
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The House of Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 187
Physical Description: Relatives of the House of Winter usually have blue eyes and black wavy hair. Most are of average build and height.
Clothes and Equipment: Members of the House of Winter usually wear dark clothing. A signature clothing is a cloak with fur sewn into the shoulders and a couple of straps crossing the chest and forming a "X". These cloaks can be worn year round as their are both summer and winter varieties.
Soldiers range from cloth padding armor to full plate. Their weapons range widely but most notorious is their bastard swords. All men wear their cloaks
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 6, 2016 0:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by The House of Winter on May 7, 2016 11:59:15 GMT -8
A serving girl moved beside the head mage, a beautiful girl with soft round features, black wavy hair and blue eyes like the lord. A distant relative perhaps. "May I fix your plate sir?"
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Post by The Inferno Assembly on May 9, 2016 2:56:55 GMT -8
He was pleased at the Lord's decision to grant them ten soldiers. But he was also surprised at such an idea, for the Lord appeared to house only a small garrison; this would seem strange as it may seem as if he was overstretching his obviously skilled army with such a venture. He decided not to ask, for it may appear mocking to speak of this fact. It was of no importance as well, he did not want their problems to become our problems. He told his appreciation to the Lord via slow nods of the head, to indicate intrigue and the understanding of the man's point.
Anti-magic was a rare phenomena, a tool only used by the extremely rich, gods, or very lucky people. It was of course to great shock to the pyromancers to hear that such a thing was employed by the soldiers of the place. They must have found some unique way to manifest it, at least far more easily then it conventionally is. Of course, it would be of no burden if it were to be used when the caravan would be attacked, as pyromancers are proficient with weapons of many kinds; relying solely on magic is a fool's choice, for magic is unpredictable and can fail when it is most needed.
Excitement was beset upon the faces of the pyromancers, as the meals arrived. They had barely eaten anything, but hard breads, cheeses and lemons (to counter scurvy). It had been a months trip using the drakes, as they had multitudes of detours on the way to the castle, mostly considering their seemingly criminal status concerning Isra. It made some people distrustful of them, which caused complications, as they had to avoid them. Saliva built itself up within the mouths of the mages. The food, even though they were not too grand, was still a welcoming sight.
They were anxious to eat anything they could. The head Mage kept his demeanour, but it was obvious that the other mages were exceedingly hungry, to an outside observer. The head Mage responded with great cordiality to the waiter, politeness in check. "Oh yes, just put everything you can upon the plate, for I am not bothered, please." The other mages agreed with his decision, choosing to say exactly what the head Mage had said, however worded slightly differently.
The head Mage looked towards the lord, eyeing him for a second; he had not taken a good look at the man before. He was thin, lean and slightly pale, such as might someone might expect from someone who lives in a cold place such as this. What alerted him the most was his resemblance to the waiter, that had came by a few moments earlier. He couldn't place his finger on it, it was something to do with the face in some way or another. His hazy mind could not conjure it up, so he left it alone.
Remembering to say something, as staring would be very rude, he asked a simple question. "Where is the wine, Lord Crovan?"
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The House of Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 187
Physical Description: Relatives of the House of Winter usually have blue eyes and black wavy hair. Most are of average build and height.
Clothes and Equipment: Members of the House of Winter usually wear dark clothing. A signature clothing is a cloak with fur sewn into the shoulders and a couple of straps crossing the chest and forming a "X". These cloaks can be worn year round as their are both summer and winter varieties.
Soldiers range from cloth padding armor to full plate. Their weapons range widely but most notorious is their bastard swords. All men wear their cloaks
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 6, 2016 0:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by The House of Winter on May 13, 2016 23:03:54 GMT -8
The serving girls would fill the plates of the mages with as much food as they could. They could tell the men were hungry and there was plenty.
No sooner than the mage asked the question did another serving girl, rather large in weight, came out expertly carrying several mugs of mead. She would expertly move around the table placing cups. The mead was warm and steaming, smelling of mint and juniper berries. She would also place 4 pitchers on the table filled with the honey liquor though unwarmed or spiced.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on May 13, 2016 23:08:07 GMT -8
The lord lifted his mug of carved wood and fine metal and examined its contents, "Welda makes the best spiced mead. Savor it gentelmen, it is a fine sweet drink much like wine. We do not drink it often but when we do, Welda always makes it." He took slow and long drink.
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Post by The Inferno Assembly on May 28, 2016 8:49:00 GMT -8
"Let us drink well from our goblets! I wish upon you wealth and prosperity!" He raised his tankard for a toast, pushing the tank ward towards the ceiling before dropping it down again, as if he had punched the open air. He took a sip, before adding: "Let us celebrate this, as the time in which we work together to achieve a greater goal, small as it is, it will provide us with a far more promising and hopeful future!" From this, the head mage tipped back his head, the tankard moving itself with it. He took a large swig of the spiced mead, visibly enjoying the taste of it. It was wonderful! Far better then the Isranians wines they get their wine from. They must be selling cheap stuff. This here was the real stuff, it was pure, it was natural, all of the elements of whatever had gone into the drink had melded to get her perfectly. He was ecstatic. He must get more of this drink, it was just... perfect! This welda-women, whoever she may be was a brewer of great expertise.
"This mead is excellent, Lord Crovan. I really must get more of it." He added in quickly, hoping to strike up perhaps small talk, using this.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on May 29, 2016 20:39:36 GMT -8
He smirked, "We brew it regularly but enjoy it rarely. We keep a large stock of it for when the village celebrates. Today I was hoping to win favor with it and seems I have." Crovan took another drink of his mead. "I wonder if you would be willing to include a few casks of the mead on your caravans. If it sells well it could be very profitable for both of us. Between my furs and mead and your caravans we could both make a swell amount of coin. When my grain is harvested it will be an even larger profit." Lord Crovan was clearly happy with the way things were going and the mead would make their heads light with time. However before he could relax fully there was one last matter of business he needed to know, "If I may ask though, where would your caravans take these goods to market, Isra?"
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