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Post by The Divine Empire of Vessia on Nov 22, 2016 16:34:34 GMT -8
A long series of hills, it only begins to flatten out once one crosses a set of mountains. While there are no set patrols troops are constantly marching in and out to re-arm, and for respite. Beware, the enemies of Vessia are about and may attack a travelers when they think they are safe. Those meaning no harm are usually let alone by the military and may pass unscathed. |
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Post by Dietrich the Sadist on Dec 5, 2016 16:34:59 GMT -8
Opposed to the mingling warriors and soldiers traveling in and out of the Swavian boundaries, there came a lone figure. He rode a fearsome steed, just as freakishly huge as the figure riding it. It walked slowly, but took heavy and steady steps; it's hooves were caked in dried mud from far-off lands, and it bore scars and abrasions across its body. It never once neighed, but remained quiet. It's tail never twitched. It almost seemed as if it didn't breathe. It would have been mistaken as some life-like decoy had it not been walking. The black mane was dark as night, and it's fur impossibly darker. The rider eventually pulled the reins of the steed to bring it to a halt. Some nearby soldiers would have heard a faint gurgling growl; definitely the sound of some nightmarish creature, and not that of a horse. The rider was even more fearsome. His armor was beyond any kind of armor seen by the soldiers here in Vessia. It was large, stout, and impossibly heavy. But the warrior was a powerful man, stronger than any normal man, and nearing the height of a giant. The armor was no heavier nor any more restrictive to him than that of practical steel armor worn by a knight. The steel was rustic and old, but reliable. His helmet was shaped in the form of a demon, whose eyes was its visor. No part of the man was visible, for he was encased in this ridiculous suit of armor. On his back hung a massive executioners sword, with dark red stains on it. On the side of the horse hung a large round shield made of steel; a large spike embossed in the center. The rider stopped in the night by a campfire of soldiers. He said nothing, but slowly reached down in one of his bags on the horse's saddle and pulled out a note. He unraveled it with his huge fingers and read to himself. It was all encoded, but the warrior knew every word. DIETRICH,
I must assume command of the Swavian levies soon. Go there and give the tribals incentive to side with the Empire. Do what you were bred for. The note was not signed, and only a small number of Vessians knew the code. The warrior grunted, some kind of laugh, and then balled up the parchment and threw it into the fire. The horse suddenly reared back, neighed in some husk-like howl, and darted off into the lands of Swavia. |
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209 
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Jan 2, 2017 9:56:03 GMT -8
Adrian, Cerridwyn von Heschburg, Helmut van der Minnenstein, Klaus, and the six Brother Knights rode hard away from Rouviere and towards Swavia. They completely ignored the main paths, trying to avoid patrols, but there were no set patrols here anyway. Adrian would lead them to an inconspicuous spot situated upon a hill, with no forest around; such a position would let Adrian see all around him and he would make sure no one was nearby. He would make absolutely sure that only the current party was in the immediate area. Adrian dismounted his horse and ordered his Knights to take the Witch-Hunter down. One of the Brothers would administer healing salves that healed Helmut's wounds. The other Knights all had crossbows aimed directly at Helmut, should he try anything. As this was going on, Adrian had taken Helmut's items and put them on Lady Cerri's horse. "Let's get something straight Witch-Hunter. I shot you, tied you up, and then made you ride on a pony's ass all the way to Swavia. The whole time I could have killed you. I could still kill you right now. But I won't, because it would be utterly pointless. Go back west. Go back to your guild and tell your friends. Go back and tell the Emperor what I have done. The only person I care about... is Cerri..." Adrian smacked the rump of Cerri's horse. "You can keep the horse," Adrian said as it darted off westward with the Witch-Hunter's belongings; it would stop soon enough so Helmut could get on, but by then Adrian and Cerri would be far enough away that trying to turn back and find them would be futile. Adrian and his Knights mounted back up and rode as fast as they could further east. "I... I am sorry, my Brothers," he would tell his Knights. "You must go, for I have no need of you anymore; to stay with me would only put our lives in more danger." The Knight Brothers understood and split up, riding in separate directions to do their own things. Adrian cradled Cerri's head in his arms as he rode eastward... towards someone who might could tell them where Efyria was. <exit> |
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Helmut van der Minnenstein
Established
Kreuzziger
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 49
Physical Description: Tall and not particularly bulky at 6'9 he looks older than he is with scars and injuries rampant. His hair is a blond-brown amalgam that with its near perfect care seems out of place on him, like an expensive wig nailed to his skull. His eyes are a soulless grey and he always has a sharpened chain digging into both thighs.
Clothes and Equipment: A side-sword of a rare metal known as "hagbane silver" is his weapon of choice, although he carries a clerically blessed splitting axe and repeater crossbow (with a goat's foot leaver for heavier single shots on top). He wears greaves, vambraces, elbow shoulder and knee plates with leather under all, and sometimes brings a large hooked buckler with himself. If needed HE carfies smokebombs, and ones of irritating effect, usually from modified garlic concentrates. He will almost always carry at least two smaller hand crossbows, their long and extremely heavy cranks more than compensating for their small size. Further changes to his gear depend on his current situation.
Registered: Nov 14, 2016 12:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Helmut van der Minnenstein on Jan 2, 2017 10:35:06 GMT -8
He would rise unceremoniously, brushing himself off. "Tell me this Adrian, are you going to tell the girl the truth? The truth of how and why she shan't live a lavish lifestyle any longer? The truth of why she'll be living amongst the man-eating barbarians? Are you going to tell her of a proper life forsaken out of your vile pride?" he asked, not chasing after the horse. He would just need to get the nearest patrol for what he wanted. "Or are you going to tell her an ego-inflating lie?"
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Aurelias Accipitris
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 115
Age: 26
Registered: Nov 24, 2016 18:21:49 GMT -8
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Post by Aurelias Accipitris on Apr 10, 2017 15:06:26 GMT -8
Together with @hayan Aurelias finally makes it out of the valley and into the foothills surrounding Swavia. He still didn't have a clear plan of what they were doing or where they were going but it was progress and for the moment forward momentum was enough.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 5, 2024 9:30:48 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2017 19:40:33 GMT -8
She followed along, not having much of a plan either. What would the future hold? She did want to know what the future held. She knew that something would happen. For the better? Perhaps. Things in the entire empire seemed to be up in the air.
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