Ullrich
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Post by Ullrich on Jun 15, 2017 18:13:39 GMT -8
Admiral Emeric Ullrich was a great many things. A commander of men. A reaper of souls over the battlefield. Those who had dared to go against his troops had paid the price dearly during his campaigns. He had even been given the title of "Butcher" by some who had dared to cross his fleet in the olden days. On the battlefield or on the sea, he could contend with whatever threat came his way. It was where the Baron had thrived for some years when he rose through the ranks. It was where he needed to be most of all. Ordering the deaths of men that served not only him but more importantly his enemies. But now.....
"What are you doing?! Get those posts up faster or I'll have you flogged!" The snarled tone of the Admiral could be heard as he eyed the two men who were struggling to use a hammer and nail for a simple job of constructing a wooden fence line. The perimeter in question was meant to be used for farmland when the area was more secure. In truth, he knew that growing vegetables this close to the sea would be detrimental to the growth. The salt in the air was bound to affect the farmland. But they needed to start somewhere. Some of his men had grumbled about growing a garden when they should have been reaving instead. The Admiral had set them straight with a stern talking too. They had left Venland for this. The chance to not destroy......but to grow. It was a rare opportunity and one that Emeric intended to take. For if he was out here then this colonization would be done under his terms.
The commander was sat atop of his horse while he inspected the process with which his men were moving. His gaze flickering from the grassy plains back to the shoreline where his ships were sat. The four dozen ships were not his preferred choice but in truth this was a necessity. Venland had needed to expand. And they had to come heavy with their supplies for this venture. Food, medicine, weapons and whatever else that they could have taken from their nation's offering hand before they departed. Emeric leaned back on his horse while just examining it all. There was too much that needed to be done. When it came to sailing on the seas, all he had to worry about was the tide and any rocky coves. Even the fog was a bother. But this felt all the more different. This was something else.
And with his saber sheathed on his belt, the Admiral would close his eyes and listen to the sounds of the world around him. His men who were working on establishing the perimeter just in front of the treeline that was beyond his encampment. The sound of supplies being brought off the ships and even the mild cursing that could be heard between his crewmen. But more importantly, Emeric listened to the sound of the water crashing into one another on that sea. It did calm him so.
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Fenris
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Post by Fenris on Jun 15, 2017 18:33:32 GMT -8
He came as a stranger. A stranger with a considerable amount of more than good men. They were Norlanders, the more Wild brethren of the Midlanders. They were known for their wander-lust, for their curiousity and need to explore, but most of all they were known for their martial-prowess and ferocity in battle. They too sailed from Venland. He had brought with him a nameless Rune-Skaald who was also a seeress. She was old, and they simply called her "Norna". There was a younger Skaald as well, though he possessed none of the magical talents of the Seeress. Then there were the men. Robust, bearded, generally fair haired and eyed. Some clad in ring-mail, others in studded leather. Many had furred cloaks, and they carried bearded axes, single and double edged swords of both the short, long, and great variety, spears, and shields. As well as a few archers too boot.
What was strange was there was also women and children aboard. The families of the men, they had brought them in their voyage. But for what purpose? Why would these men bring their families to war? Perhaps it was because they were not seeking one, despite their militant-appearences.
They came in a small but impressive fleet of long-boats, the head of a wolf carved in their wooden prows, as runic-markings marred the enchanted wood of the boats. They would be recognized clearly by the style of the boat, and the men. Fighting between the two factions was not unheard of, but it was also very rare, and it was typically not without a damn good reason. The small band of hardened warriors should have posed a familiar sight to the men working about. The boats moved up the Fjord, about four of them in total.
Fenris was the first to get out as he looked at the settlement a small grin on his face and a glint in his eye as if he was immensely pleased with what he saw. He walked towards Ullrich as if he knew exactly who to seek. He heard the crashing of the waves and appreciated them, though perhaps not so much as Ullrich a man born and bred for the sea. Fenris was more than comfortable in the water, but he preferred terra-firma more often than not. "Hail!" he raised a hand to Ullrich. His men were behind him along with the two-Skaalds.
"I have come from Norland, and have of your noble-endeavor." he said. "I wish to help you." he continued simply. "I have brought a 1/3rd of my men with me here, because they seek a new-life and many are growing old and can no longer go on raids." he told the Admiral. "They will stay here and work with your men, and serve as this settlements defenders eh?" he asked. He did not see why Ullrich would refuse, unless for the sheer fact he had no idea who Fenris was. But still the women and children he had brought along should have provided some proof to the sincerity of his claim.
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Ullrich
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Post by Ullrich on Jun 15, 2017 19:18:38 GMT -8
He had heard them upon their arrival. The cries of the crewmen from those 'wolf ships' were bound to echo in the distance. Their ships were certainly a concern. Enemies? Or something else? A scout had arrived running up to him panting and red faced about the ships that were coming into dock on their shoreline. His head had already turned to face the water as he then saw the wolf head that was used on those prows.
With a grunt, he would reach into his satchel to pull out his spy glass and raise it up to his eye to inspect these new arrivals. And from what he saw, these were no war vessels. Not if they had women and children. Were they vessels meant to transport refugees? Or were they headed for a specific location that was not here? That was when he realized just who this 'fleet' belonged too and he couldn't help but grunt in derision. They were his fellow countrymen no doubt. Emeric grimaced as he lowered his spy glass and turned back to the scout. Orders were quietly given to ascertain the situation of these new arrivals and see about getting their men to work. If a Northerner couldn't take an order from a Southerner, there might be a problem. With his head turning back to observe the work of his men for a final time, he would turn his horse around and head back for the shoreline. To run into someone who was in charge of the fleet no doubt.
"Hail, good sir." His voice was certainly deep and he sounded the words out slowly as he approached the other while on horseback. Already he was assessing this man who had arrived with men, women, and children to this colonization. There was no smile on the Admiral's face but he doubted the other would care. No. Emeric was a man of seriousness when it came to his work. The offer for help certainly raised his eyebrows just a tad as he stared down the man as he came with an offer of protection for this area. For a brief moment, Emeric wanted to decline and send the younger man and his entourage packing. But......
"Uniting our two defending groups would be best, I suppose." The man muttered as he raised a canteen up to his lips. A large gulp would be had as it was consumed by the admiral. The canteen would be lowered as the alcoholic beverage did its trick. "Your old I can have understood. But the women and children you brought...." His head shakes as he looked to the men behind Fenris. Along with the two Skaalds. No. He was content to men being under his command. With that, he knew they would die with honor. Even women who were warriors had that honor as well. But children? No. Emeric liked it little. "We don't know what's out here. We could find war tribes or worse. If they stay then they had best be ready in the event we are attacked. Not only that, everyone must contribute in this endeavor. I will have no one not contributing to the construction of this colony."
He turns back once more to face the work that was being done. "Lieutenant!" He barked out for his underling as he pointed outward then to beyond the plains. "I want a group of men put together to start cutting down the treeline! We're going to need more wood than what we have. Also see about a scouting party to go up ahead." The perimeter would need to be expanded upon. Siege lines could be made with wooden spears thrust into the ground for any that might try to attack them. It would make the endeavor all that much harder and give them more time to prepare for any attack. "I assume you've brought more supplies from Norland? Food will need to be rationed in the event we can't procure more." He would turn to face the northerner with that calm expression once more. They were much different. North and South. And yet, with this endeavor, perhaps they could move beyond the old differences that were between their people.
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Fenris
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Post by Fenris on Jun 15, 2017 19:37:02 GMT -8
He noted the begrudging consideration. It seemed this man was a southerner who was weary of what the North-Wind wrought. Fenris continued to maintain his friendly grin looking at the horse-backed man.
"The women and children will be looked after by the men, you will not have too spend resources on them." he said after a moments consideration. "If you mean to settle a new land, you cannot do it without both cunts AND cocks no?" his eyes got a bit of a glint as if he was joking but the point was meant to be solid none the less. "As for the Skaalds, I thought you would be happy to have one who can foresee disaster, and call upon the earth and the winds... As well as one who can record the deeds of the Great Admiral Ullrich who went on such a mighty expedition." The Skaalds were a sacred tradition to the northerners, any war-band worth its salt had at least one, because what was the point of fighting if no one would sing about it afterwards? Though this was a different endeavor, Fenris felt it deserved the same respect as a battle in the halls of their history. "You should be remembered, and the Skaalds shall assure that." he told him.
The man seemed huffy to say the least. "The women can work alongside the men... I thought this would be obvious... And any children over 12 can do what they can too aid." he said. It was not like there were many. He looked at some of his men, as Ulrrich ordered a scouting party. He looked at Ulrrich. "Forgive me, but I would like to already begin contributing, I would send my men out with yours, as you know your men are skilled at open-warfare but we northerners are more comfortable in the wilderness." and if Ulrich aquiesced Fenris would send a small scouting party out as well, while others began to join the other sentry.
"Of course I brought extra-supplies." he said as if anything else would be mad. "We can start unloading them now if you wish... I can tell you are... weary of our working together but we come from the same land, and their has not been war between our peoples for generations. Only together can we move forward and succeed in this endeavor... You do not have to trust me, but I only ask that you leave my men to me, and if there are any problems you come to me first. If my men get out of line then I will handle it, and I expect you to do the same. Agreed?" he asked extending his left hand out.
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Flan
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Post by Flan on Jun 15, 2017 20:01:37 GMT -8
Flannery wandered the settlement alone, carrying with just the things she inherited from her family who didn't survive the journey. She was a tall teenage girl of unremarkable physique. Flan searches for a while for someone who looks like they could help her get things started. With neutral expression and tone of voice she explained to a man who looked authoritive her situation. She was an orphan and needed a way to pull her weight, her father had trained her how to hunt and fight a little. It was suggested she go with a scouting party and she agreed to it. Flan was equipped enough to handle herself if she encountered danger, she went with the Scouts and got a look at the new land she was in trying to memorize landmarks. She hoped that she could prove herself useful enough to want to be kept around.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2017 21:24:01 GMT -8
Justicar Zedd wasted no time in putting the men to work to fortify the area. A placeholder command tent was erected then the men worked on building up defenses, his own forces worked in tandem with Ullrich's to get a perimeter secured. While the men dug trenches and chopped trees, the champion of JUSTICE rode atop his horse patrolling the area, eyes open for danger. It was his duty to uphold order, villainy could lurk around any corner and the Templar commander had heard rumors of mysterious natives in this land. Zedd's appearance was immaculate, clean cut and his armor glistened in the sun. With him he carried one of his favorite weapons, a Guan Dao which he had mastered to wield even in mounted combat, this was not an easy thing to do as the weapon has a large heavy blade on the end requiring great balance to use effectively while also on top of a horse. On his route he spotted Ullrich speaking with another man, he waved and approached. The two of them had differing ideologies when it came to faith, but he did his best to cooperate and collaborate with the fellow leader. Zedd dismounts near Ullrich and Fenris and comes over to inquire how things were going on Ullrich's side of the operations. "Hail Ullrich, I have my men working on perimeter defenses. Any updates I should know of?" While here, he'd also introduce himself to Fenris whom he'd never met, "Greetings stranger, I am Zedd Uberstein."
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Fenris
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Post by Fenris on Jun 16, 2017 22:25:37 GMT -8
As the men and women were put to work, it would be seen that one particularly boisterous shield-maiden made her way up to a worker struggling with some barrels. She unceremoniously made her way past him and heaved the barrels two at a time under her arms, leaving the worker gaping at her and perhaps angry. Fenris laughed. "Bwahahaha! If Emeric thought his people would be a hindrance, he was happily mistaken." He looked to see what looked to be a Templar coming upon them. He tilted his head at the Templars. He had a strange opinion of them. They were different than the Militia and the Navy, though many Norlanders also joined the Templars. How they were different was not just in their armament, but their mentality. The Militias fought because "fighting was brave." the Templars fought because "God willed it." The Templar would see a Norlander before him, standing in a grey tattered cloak trimmed with wolf-fur. Fenris' hair was silvery for the most part but with black streaks that were something like the pattern on the coat of an animal.A short braid twisted behind his head. He had a robust beard and brows that were significantly darker, in the case of the beard it did have a few flecks of golden red. His skin was also a bit more swarthy than the typical Norlander perhaps suggesting mixed heritage or a lot of time in warmer-climes. What was perhaps a bit strange were his eyes. They were a bit yellow or perhaps light brown. It was hard to tell . Even so, he had seen much in his long life. A life much much longer than his appearence would suggest. He had seen the old-ways falter before the way of a "New-God" and he had seen times change. Now the objects of worship had become symbols of culture, and in a way he was the same. But he held no resentment towards them, after all he had never sought worship. In fact he rather liked how they threw themselves into battle, and their discipline was admittedly greater than any in his force. But then again "Discipline" was rarely part of his way of fighting. He gave a slightly fanged smile and raised a hand to the man. "Hail friend!" he did not give his own name however. Which was somewhat "suspicious" in their culture. Names held significance after all. It was ones identity, their reputation, and their lively-hood. Normally only criminals and vagabonds were hesitant in doing so, though perhaps Fenris was just being absent-minded, or even rude. Though his bearing was jovial and he looked at the Justicar with earnest friendlyness. He was in a good mood it seemed. He took out the canteen from his side, and took a swig of Mead, and then offered it to either of them, raising his dark brows. Northerners tended to put a lot of "Stock" in sharing-mead. It meant something. It was a sign of loyalty and comeraderie. He was offering it rather abrubtly and without giving his name... Perhaps Ullrich and @judgezedd would be perplexed to say the least about this strange Norlander. Meanwhile Flan would find her activities seemingly uneventful. But little did she know she was being watched by eyes of unknown origin. The gaze that fell upon the girl was from a distance that was beyond the settlement. A dark-place. It had seen her a few minutes before, and it had followed her, watching, and wanting. But as it saw the settlement it felt it best not to pursue the girl. Instead it watched her as she wandered into the settlement. Those eyes glittered red for a moment before it lost sight of her, a hiss of frustration was given. And those eyes retreated deeper into the darkness it called home.
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Ullrich
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Post by Ullrich on Jun 17, 2017 19:01:04 GMT -8
The Admiral was not a typical southerner by any means. He certainly didn't find himself ambitious and reaching above his station. He didn't kneel before the Gods in a church and praise the benign for their blessings upon his life. His life had been a hard one. And it had forged one who saw the gods as nothing more than fallacies and weaknesses. No. Emeric had no use in believing in such things.
The joke from Fenris was met with a dour expression by the gentleman as he just looked down at Fenris with a frown on his face. No. He did not smile easily. Still as he looked ahead to the work that was being done in the plains, one might have noticed the faintest quirks of his upper lip. But no. He was definitely not smiling. And yet the issue of the Skaalds came up. He had to admit, it was touching to think that he would be remembered for this. This new frontier for their people. It was a change for everything. "I had thought to put a healer's ward and also a cooking area for the women who have no eye for combat." It was sexist perhaps but he wasn't certain where else the women should have gone. Healers and cooks were two necessary professions for this endeavor. And that just meant that Ullrich would have more boots on the ground and not behind a counter or helping those who were sick or injured. "Any boy that wishes to be a squire or page for a soldier is welcome to do so. I'm certain they can aid with sharpening weapons or making sure armor is put on properly." His hand waved at Fenris as the request for his men to assist was made. No doubt both of their men were bound to better their odds in this new frontier.
"It is not you personally that I find issue with." The men grumbled as he reached over his horse to shake the hand of the northerner. "In truth, I've always felt the divide between our people went on for too long. Though we have not warred in generations, there is still a clear divide between us. Northerner." And he gestures to the younger man before bringing his hand to his chest. "Southerner. Differences in ideology and religion. And so much more. And yet we hail from the same land. The same people." He turns his horse to face southward then and to the great beyond that was this country. "If we run into any enemies out here, they will not care for our petty differences. They will kill us all the same." They would have to learn to trust one another was the problem. They might have been wary of one another but in truth they were all they had.
His head turns then to face the arrival of the Justicar. He did not mislike the man for his religious beliefs. Emeric simply didn't share them. "More of our countrymen have arrived." And slowly, he raised his canteen to his lips as he gestured to Fenris and the swath of northerners who were slowly integrating with the work force. Already he could see a shield maiden helping a man who did not appreciate a woman doing a man's job.
"Northerners. It looks like our campaign will be one with both North and South." His gaze flickered from the pair of men to the young girl who had joined the scouting party. A clear frown was on his face before he thought better of it. Women were capable of being on the battlefield no doubt. But all the same he was wary of it. Instead he looked back at Fenris with that cautious expression once more. He was no mere Admiral now. He had to think as a leader might. After all, he was one of authority within this region.
"If you're going to be in charge of your men and be a commander, I think it's only proper we know how to address you." And with that said, Ullrich would raise that canteen once more to his lips for a drink. All the while gauging Fenris and waiting to see what was said. Rank and title would be more than sufficient.
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Fenris
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Post by Fenris on Jun 17, 2017 20:13:28 GMT -8
He looked at Ullrich . "Call me Wulf." he said. He did not give them his actual name, well because it would be rather complicated if he did. It was not because he had bad-intentions, but it was because he did not want to cause a ruckus. "I'm a Jarl from Valdyrog." A city-state that was fairly far beyond the midlandic borders. He looked at Flannery before his gaze drifted to Shield-Maiden as she carried the barrels giving her a once over. It would be strange for Ullrich no doubt, as Northerners did not have the "discipline" he was accustomed too. "I wholeheartedly support the endeavor you speak of Herr Ullric which is why I have come, only when Norland and Midland are truly united can Venland prosper as a whole... I also hear our neighbors Asgeir and Vessia might profit from our endeavors, so let us drink to that as well eh?" he said before looking back at the Justicar.
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Roxanne Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jun 17, 2017 21:03:43 GMT -8
Roxanne approached the camp from the northwest, sucking on a cherry lollipop. She'd heard rumors of northerners setting up camp here, clad in furs and spearing seals for dinner. Could it be a group from Asgeir, her homeland? It had been so long since she'd been back home to the village where she was born...Varan traders didn't come by very often, either. She wandered closer, pulling her warm fur coat tight around herself. It was rather chilly, after all. As she approached, however, it became clear that these people were not from Asgeir. The accents were different, the ships were all wrong...even the fences seemed too short. A casual observer could perhaps be confused, but Roxanne had lived in a village in Asgeir until she was 12 years old. Little differences stuck out to her. Still, she'd come all this way...perhaps there would be something to do here. Everyone always seemed to need monsters killed or mammoth tusks gathered. She walked into the camp, looking around for someone who seemed to be in charge. Eventually, she spotted Ullrich and walked up to him. Clearly, he was a leader of some sort. "Hello! Would you happen to be looking for a sword for hire, by any chance? I'm a freelance monster hunter, and I heard that there was a new camp being set up here. I'm Roxanne, by the way."
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Fenris
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Post by Fenris on Jun 17, 2017 21:10:51 GMT -8
Roxanne Fletcher would hear perhaps a familiar tongue that did not quite sound right. See familiar items and objects that seemed slightly different. They were not Asgeirans they were Venlanders from both the North and the South. The first to approach her was the shield-maiden that was heaving barrels. She watched the other warrior-womans approach with an appraising eye. The Norlanders seemed more interested in her. Fenris or "Wulf" however did not seem particularly non-plussed. He was not the one greeted, but he felt Ullrich would be more than happy for the extra-hand even if so far he had shown a bit of skepticism in the usefulness of women. She looked like she knew how to handle herself. Wordlessly he offered her some of the mead with a small smile on his face. Something had also tried to follow Roxanne but had stopped just short of the settlement. Had she noticed what was skulking behind her just beyond the shadows?
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Roxanne Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jun 17, 2017 21:22:37 GMT -8
Seeing everything just a little bit off was a tad unsettling for Roxanne. She knew how things should be, and everything was close...but not quite. It was as though she was in some kind of false village, a facsimile built by some sort of trickster spirit. It wasn't very pleasant, and she would have preferred it if everything was completely different, like a mainland village. Anything but this false village.
She glanced over at the shield-maiden and smiled politely at her. The armor the woman wore reminded Roxanne of her mother's, with several minor mistakes that seemed glaring to her eye. She waved at the other northerners, still sucking on her lollipop. It probably wasn't the most professional thing to do, but she'd always loved her cherry lollipops. When the man offered her some mead, she accepted it and took a careful sip. Ordinarily, she'd have taken a gulp, but she didn't want to appear rude.
As focused as she was on the other northerners, she hadn't noticed the skulking shadow lurking behind her. Usually she'd be more observant, but she was distracted by the close-but-not-quite appearance of everything.
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Ullrich
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Post by Ullrich on Jun 17, 2017 21:59:30 GMT -8
The Admiral wondered for a brief moment on who would name their child 'Wulf' of all things. No doubt the other man's parents had low standards for their child if they were going to give him such a name. The more likely scenario was that this wasn't the man's true name. None the less, they were countrymen and would work together to make this colony work. When the time came, Fenris would give his name up or pay the price for his desire to stay elusive. "Indeed." The profit their friends might make was certainly something to drink too. Much of the battles ahead were going to need to be drank too. The man had been ready to raise his canteen up for yet another drink when a young woman made her way through the workers who were doing their damndest to get things going. His brow furrowed as he just eyed the woman who was getting mead from a cook and getting side eyed by the northern warrior women. This newcomer had clearly not arrived with the arriving party Wulf was a part of. And soon enough she had made her way towards him. Unlike Fenris, he was sat atop of a horse and surveying the work that was being done. "Good evening, Roxeanne." The gruffness of his tone might have been apparent as the man brought a hand up to his beard slowly. His eyes appraising her and the skill set she had listed for him. His right hand rose and gestured to his chest. "Admiral Emeric Ullrich." He introduced himself as he turned his head to turn back and survey the work once again. "We've just begun our efforts to start building this place. In truth, we'll be sending scouting parties up ahead to survey the area and perhaps handle any threat that might come our way. If you wish to make a little coin, you're welcome to join them I suppose. However...." And here his voice might get a tad grimmer as he leaned down. "Are you familiar with these lands?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2017 9:32:20 GMT -8
Zedd accepted the drink, he was suspicious of Wulf but perhaps he was alright after all with the gesture and giving a name to put with his face. The Templar hadn't heard of Jarl Wulf before, but he figured he just didn't pay enough attention to holds around Valdyrog. For now he'd take him for his word.
"Well then, I'm off. There's a lot of work to be done still." Zedd returns to his patrol.
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Fenris
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Post by Fenris on Jun 18, 2017 10:10:37 GMT -8
He saw Roxanne Fletcher take the mead, and wondered who she was and where she was from. To the others, she looked as she perceived them. She was strange, familiar, yet different. Fenris knew she was probably just from a neighboring land, but the more susperstitious or malevolent might have been suspicious of her. Regardless she was here. He saw Ulrrich address her, as he glanced away for a moment looking towards the woodlands to the west past the hills as if he thought he heard something. He looked back at @judgezedd went back to his patrol, and watched Ullrich's interaction with Roxanne intently. They certainly were in need of guides and a bit of extra help. But at the moment he did not want to impose on Ullrich.
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Roxanne Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jun 19, 2017 17:11:24 GMT -8
Roxanne was always happy to get some extra work, especially in something easy like scouting. It sure beat working other freelance jobs, like hunting for mud salamander tails. It was hard work, digging through the mud for the salamanders. Washing the mud out of her hair afterwards had taken what seemed like hours afterwards. Scouting didn't sound too difficult, though.
"I'm fine with scouting, admiral. I know the area a little bit, I've wandered around here before. I'm no expert, though. What are you building here, a village? Where are you all from? It looks almost like an Asgeir village, but not quite. Is that seal steaks I smell cooking?"
It had been quite a while since Roxanne had eaten seal meat. She'd always been fond of it, but it was hard to get in town. Besides, Roy and uncle Renalt didn't like it, so she didn't get to eat it often. She noticed something at the corner of her eye and glanced around, but saw nothing. Was there something there? Deciding it was probably just a trick of the light, she turned back to Ullrich.
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Ullrich
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Post by Ullrich on Jun 19, 2017 18:18:52 GMT -8
Ullrich could only pause as he looked over to @zedd. They both may have had their suspicions about this Jarl but none the less who were they to deny the help? And even then there were women and children who were in need of a place to stay. Along with old people. "Good day Zedd." He nodded to the other man as he departed.
His attention shifted to the woman once more who had offered her services to their venture. Roxanne wasn't an expert on the terrain that she had arrived from. And it seemed more and more likely that she had only the faintest of information to lead them on. "We hail from Venland." He intones so quietly before he shifted his attention to the villagers once more. "A village is more than what we seek here. I'm seeking an open land with good soil on it. Somewhere that isn't so close to the sea like we are." And he gestures to the mass of ships that was docked on the shore. Their men were unloading the supplies and properly cataloging what they needed too. "I think--"
"Admiral!" The shout echoed from the treeline as it caught him by surprise as he turned to face an arriving party of four men. A previous scouting party had been sent on the early morning for some wild boar and whatever animals could be found and perhaps used for the farms. He had sent a party of eight out. And now only four were returning. Blood was more than apparent on one of the men as they found themselves struggling to even walk, the man's arms slung over the shoulders of two of his comrades. "We were attacked! Out into the forests, sir!" The man in question who had blood upon him would all but collapse as his comrades struggled to keep him up by holding him up by his arms. Emeric frowned as he just eyed the group with a grimace on his face. It seemed that problems were arising already and the day wasn't even done.
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Flan
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: upper teens
Clothes and Equipment: Ashrah the Demon Sword
Registered: Mar 15, 2016 19:33:28 GMT -8
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Post by Flan on Jun 19, 2017 21:49:14 GMT -8
Flan came over when the group of men came back. She had finished her first scouting mission and now wanted to hear what was going on, she was looking for a chance to prove herself. "I want to check it out. Sir, please send me."
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jaromer
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 30
Physical Description: He doesn't stand out in any particular regard, but the Slavic warrior is roughly as tall as his contemporaries and is built like one would expect a well trained soldier to be. His skin is pale, and covered in various scars. Some of them are from battle, and some of them are from dabbling with forces not natural to this world. His hair is often unkempt and his beard normally overgrown save for the few times a year he manages to get a clean shave and haircut.
Clothes and Equipment: Mostly similar to the picture. Due to the harsh climates of his homeland he generally is forced to dress in layers, and prefers light, leather-work armor to prevent his movement from being hindered. His sword of choice is a Shashka that he usually keeps sheathed in a scabbard that hangs on his waist. His shield is covered in runes, and can be sheathed on his back when not in use.
Registered: Jun 18, 2017 10:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by jaromer on Jun 20, 2017 19:32:32 GMT -8
He arrived at the settlement in nothing more than a small wooden boat that could easily be mistaken for a raft. The bow had clearly smashed through its fair share of ice during the trip, as it was worn and falling apart. The hull itself splintered with various pieces missing. The sail, while up and at half mast, was littered with small holes. He would never claim to be a navigator, but right now he was barely a sailor on the seas of fate. For whatever reason, fate had brought him into this developing settlement. Given the circumstances, the Slav had no choice but to make due.
Stepping ashore and making his way past the general workers and civilians. He gently pushed his way through the crowds, looking for whoever was in charge of this operation. Any who looked upon him would immediately recognize him as an outsider. He was covered head to toe, a large overcoat slung over his back covered a majority of his frame. Gloves covered his hands and heavy boots were worn on his feet. His face was covered by both a cloth mask and a red visor hat. A shield covered in runic symbols was holstered on his back. A Shashka was sheathed at his waist along his left side, securely holstered in a wooden scabbard.
It wouldn't be long before he walked into all the commotion. Witnessing the bloody and battered soldiers stumbling up to the man whom apparently was their commander in some capacity. Hopefully the fact that he was an admiral meant that he commanded a great many ships, had a great deal of influence, and most importantly, had a large budget to work with. "Looks like your comrades are going to need some time off, most unfortunate." His accent thick and heavy, and his tone deliberate. His words were delivered with halfhearted empathy, and one could almost mistake it for sarcasm. "Would be nice if someone could take care of this little problem in the woods. Maybe for right price, certain people could be convinced." Even with his broken dialect Jaromer made it clear to Ullrich that he was interested and willing to investigate this situation. But he wasn't going to do so for free.
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
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She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on Jun 23, 2017 14:24:28 GMT -8
Eli said goodbye to Trogdor who had left her in the hills surrounding the beginnings of a settlement. She had set down here for two reasons. One; She wasn't sure how the new settlers would take to her arriving on a massive red dragon and two; she wanted to make sure they were friendly and not likely to hog tie her and put her into a fire. Not that it would hurt her but it would certainly annoy her.
The young witch held onto her backpack which was brimming with things she decided to bring, her apothecary set, bow, quiver, dried meats, fruits, a change of clothes, flint, steel, sleeping hammock, and a water canteen. Hanging around her waist was her belt and weapons holster, it looked as if no weapon was there except the seraph blade was currently retracted into the holster the runes shining in the afternoon sun, her penance which she used to draw runes and finally the full money bag.
As she strode down an animal track her amber locks bounced freely around her shoulders which were exposed to see and also clearly marked with tattoos, at least that's what they would look like to anyone who didn't know rune magic. Today she was wearing her black cape, the one with ebony cuffs and also marked with runes along the hem. She was wearing a leather jacket, dirtied white shirt, and black leather trousers. Her boots ran all the way up to her knees. Finally, her willstones bounced along with her hair against her chest glowing to the young witches heartbeat.
It took her a few hours to trek the woods and into the settlement. As she approached she slowed assessing the situation, decided quickly to carry on she walked into the middle of the new settlement.
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