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Post by Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo on Sept 16, 2017 7:26:12 GMT -8
Welcome to the Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo Traveller with our long, ever fertile fields, great mountain ranges, and wonderful people! See all there is to see! Come visit the dual capitals of Cracouia and Casmirus! Mercenaries or simply those in need of coin will always find work!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2017 12:39:47 GMT -8
Amadeus was very willing to visit the Kingdom of Lidwo he heard of so much lately. His merchant guild had a few trade routes going through Cracouia, though the business didn't revolve around this country as much as Venland, Isra or Helmfirth, because Lidwo seemed to be keeping to themselves for a long time. Aside from the fact that the Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo came to be when three different neighbouring kingdoms united, this kingdom was possibly the most arbitrary in the world; employing strange governing bodies like the "parliament"? An army mainly consisting of horsemen with wings attached to their armor? And as if that were not enough, the kingdom allegedly abandoned their faith in the gods in favor of worshipping a single deity. "What is this nonsense?" Amadeus thought to himself. This whole kingdom was like a jest to him. Nonetheless, apparently much was happening there now, and so he arrived in Cracouia with his group of mercenary bodyguards, seeking adventure, waiting to be let inside the gates.
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Post by Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo on Sept 16, 2017 15:54:11 GMT -8
@amadeus would see long fields as he travelled towards the Kingdom. Young lassies speaking odd languages carrying water in what to a foreigner would appear to be a national costume (when it was just normal day wear), or old men drinking beer on tables amidst the middle of nowhere. As he approached it there would be a little more activity, more wells and horses going in and out of the city. It seemed that the gates were rarely closed and were typically a decoration. A fat guard with extremely heavy plate armour standing behind a pavise shield with a crossbow would tap his helmet respectfully and wave the foreigner in and with a great accent say "Come in, friend."
Once finally in the confines of the city he would get the with of sea, as the boat-loads arriving by Casmirus were being carried now by cart. There would be surprisingly little smell of latrines either for a city except for when an occasional wagon assaulted by flies passed by. If he jumped a little or went across a bridge he would be able to see the high top of the King's castle and parliament building beside it. Eventually, from an alley a stone would fly and fall beside the man, and a hooded fellow would say "Psst. Foreigner, come here." With that he'd wave him in and go deeper into the alley hoping Amadeus would follow. "I tell by clothes you rich, right?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2017 0:48:36 GMT -8
Amadeus was just admiring the government buildings when a stone landed beside his feet. Noticing the hooded figure, Amadeus' mercenaries stiffened and surrounded Amadeus in a protective formation; after all, the stranger's intentions were unknown. Amadeus decided to follow the man into the alley, trusting his able comrades to annihilate any threats to his life. "Depends on who's asking" he would say to the man.
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Kazimir Jankowski
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Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Physical Description: An average man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 165 lbs. Kazimir has dark brown eyes that match his dark brown hair and beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Noble set of Lidwo Hussar armor, a staple of the Liwdo military (see signature).
Kazimir also carries a szabla, or sabre, to be used on horseback. Like most Lidwo cavalrymen he wields a lance.
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Post by Kazimir Jankowski on Sept 17, 2017 5:07:06 GMT -8
KazimÃr and his men had been riding for days to reach Cracouia, one of his homeland's largest cities. Behind him rode a small retinue of Winged Hussars. As their name implied, the men wore feathered wings on the backs of their armor and wielded lances and sabres. They were KazimÃr's personal guard, as the man himself was a noble - albeit a minor one. After the recent passing of his father KazimÃr assumed leadership of House Jankowski and was eager to improve his family's standing in the Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo. KazimÃr's family hold lands to the southeast, bordering a range of nomadic horse folk. For a time the nomads laid waste to their farms and villages, but ultimately the tables turned and House Jankowski secured that part of Lidwo's frontier. This kind of past had taught the Jankowski family the importance of security and reliance on allies. It encouraged loyalty to Lidwo's government and made them highly protective over their subjects and fellow countrymen. Due to their lordship over other religious groups they also share the tolerance of the other noble families. Here, in Cracouia, the recent ascendant to House Jankwoski seeks a task. His father's wasting illness made him unable to attend political events and other ceremonies, and certainly the other nobles found their house to be stagnating. KazimÃr needed to re-instate his family's influence and standing, and serving the Kingdom of Lidwo should do just that. Arriving at the city KazimÃr would come across @amadeus . " Cześć," he greeted the trader. "I am KazimÃr Jankowski. You do not look like a local. What is your name and purpose, traveler?" Certainly the man was a trader, KazimÃr could see that, but hopefully the inquiry would make Amadeus feel welcomed. KazimÃr spoke in a friendly manner, awaiting the man's reply and also eyeing the hooded man nearby. ( Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo ) (@amadeus )
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2017 5:32:32 GMT -8
Amadeus turned his attention away from the hooded figure as he heard another native's voice. His greeting was spoken in the local tongue, but Amadeus was well educated and knew that it meant simply 'hello'. Happy to see a fellow blue blood, Amadeus replied "Welcome, welcome fellow noble lord. My name is Amadeus Rene, surely you've heard of my house. I seek to break the confines of my business life and decided to visit your country. I've just been approached by this fellow over there" Amadeus pointed at the man in the depths of the alley. He felt a little awkward in this situation, rather unsure if this was perhaps a robbery these two gentlemen were trying to attempt or just an out of place encounter. He wasn't afraid at all; after all, he was protected by some of the best warriors and mages for hire in the land.
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Post by Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo on Sept 17, 2017 5:55:37 GMT -8
"It's someone looking to make you more rich, come in." He would say, waving the man further in. He'd open his mouth once more to speak but he saw the Winged Hussar coming and ran off, his hood and robes falling off to reveal equally rich clothing as that of Amadeus. He'd have to speak to the foreigner later, when a warrior wasn't around. For now they could go across the land and chat.
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Kazimir Jankowski
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Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Physical Description: An average man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 165 lbs. Kazimir has dark brown eyes that match his dark brown hair and beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Noble set of Lidwo Hussar armor, a staple of the Liwdo military (see signature).
Kazimir also carries a szabla, or sabre, to be used on horseback. Like most Lidwo cavalrymen he wields a lance.
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Post by Kazimir Jankowski on Sept 17, 2017 6:10:19 GMT -8
Kazimir squinted in distrust as he saw the hooded figure bolt away. "A thief, perhaps? Or just a fellow merchant looking to seize your assets?" he warned the foreign Amaedeus. Kazimir shook his head as if to shake away prejudice, "apologies, Amadeus Rene," the szlachtar began anew. "I may have just sabotaged a lucrative enterprise for you." Pointing ahead at Cracouia the rider would say "please, enjoy your time in the city." As he finished one of Kazimir's guards approached closer and whispered something into his ear. After a brief moment he nodded and looked at Amadeus. "I understand you preside over Rene Enterprises? Your guild's goods flow through the city but your merchants have yet to touch my own province to the southeast. I am sure my people would be willing to accept your imports. Maybe we shall see each other again in the city, and maybe a deal can be made, no? For now I must attend to my own matters. Good day, my friend!" Kazimir and his guard nodded in farewell to Amadeus, passing a friendly grin to him. They rode on into the city of Cracouia to meet with an official statesman in regards to any problems the Kingdom of Lidwo may have. ( Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo ) (@amadeus )
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2017 6:35:10 GMT -8
Amadeus sounded pleased by the hooded man's offer, who unfortunately ran away from the scene when Kazimir appeared. As he did, Amadeus frowned slightly at Kazimir but accepted his swift apology and calmed himself. "Perhaps I will catch the fellow some other time."
"Indeed I do, lord Jankowski." Amadeus tried to answer Kazimir's questions to the best of his ability, but he came here to forget about his duties and burdens rather than talk business. Still, the fact that even people from faraway lands recognized him by his famous name, warmed his heart. "While currently, during my absence, my close friend Edun is taking care of the Guild, I am still the official guildmaster and I'm sure we could strike a splendid arrangement"
"Farewell then, Kazimir." Amadeus bowed slightly, uncertain about this kingdom's traditional noble etiquette.
After the noble was gone, Amadeus would wander the roads of the city, attempting to catch an interesting event with his eye or perhaps find that hooded man he's met before.
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Post by Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo on Sept 17, 2017 10:15:01 GMT -8
Nearly the moment after Kazimir left the man would appear behind Amadeus but this time without a hood, and looking like a noble of the land in his red robes and ceremonial yet still very practical armour. "Hello again foreigner." He'd say. "By accent I'd say you are from Isra where you have the ah... Demokratia Falsha - a fake democracy? Well, we do too, since King, nobles, mobs and Priests rule country really. However, the Sejm is still powerful in a way, gives more power to nobles in it. Now we have "gridlock" in some issues in the politics, and how would a foreigner like to make another country a better place? This foreigner would be rewarded of course...." The man, despite middle age and clearly not being a smoker would have a raspy, snake like voice, as though every syllable was the rattle of a rattlesnake. He looked on hopefully, greedy green eyes shining with desire.
Kazimir on the other hand would find the path to Cracouia's interior clear, and out on the streets he would see his mark. It was the King's right hand man, the noble "Zygmont Saski" who was speaking to a small delegation of traders. He'd wave them off and would turn to head back into the King's castle but he would see Kazimir and stop in case the Hussar had anything to say to him.
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Kazimir Jankowski
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Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Physical Description: An average man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 165 lbs. Kazimir has dark brown eyes that match his dark brown hair and beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Noble set of Lidwo Hussar armor, a staple of the Liwdo military (see signature).
Kazimir also carries a szabla, or sabre, to be used on horseback. Like most Lidwo cavalrymen he wields a lance.
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Post by Kazimir Jankowski on Sept 17, 2017 10:30:52 GMT -8
"Hold," Kazimir tugged on the reins of his steed to slow it to a halt upon seeing Zygmont Saski. Behind him his personal guard also came to a halt and surveyed their surroundings to ensure no danger was lurking about. The Szlachtar dismounted from his horse and removed his helmet as he approached the King's right hand man. Kazimir's own man, a hussar by the name of Krzysztof, secured the reins of his master's horse. "Zygmont Saski," he would say before proceeding to greet the man in Lidwo's custom. "I am Kazimir of House Jankowski. You may have known my father, the late Michal Jankowski." Kazimir bowed his head in grief but quickly regained his composure. "The wasting illness has taken his life, I am afraid." Kazimir was not sure if news of his father's death had reached the King. "As heir, I retain his titles and holdings. I am here now to offer my services to the Crown and to renew any oaths my family may owe the King." Kazimir motioned behind him, "this is my personal guard." Krzysztof nodded his head at Zygmont. "If I am permitted an audience with the King then perhaps you can direct Krzysztof and his men to suitable quarters. We have been traveling for some time now and desire rest." ( Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo )
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2017 11:08:04 GMT -8
The stranger seemed dodgy and a little inquisitive in his conversation, so Amadeus refrained from answering his first, less important questions. He was however of course interested in what the stranger had in mind, so he answered at last "I'm not much of a politician, but I'm eager to help your country prosper, so long I benefit from it. What kind of work would you be talking about? I don't have connections here in Cracouia, but as you may know I have gold, and gold fixes many problems."
Amadeus didn't know what to make out of this, was this man truly trying to make a deal that would help both parties make more money or was he simply a liar, a fraud, a scammer? Was he possibly walking into a political trap? Maybe the man knew Amadeus and was desperate to remove competition? Since Amadeus didn't see any immediate danger in taking them up on their offer, though, Amadeus decided to go with this for now.
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Post by Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo on Sept 17, 2017 15:52:11 GMT -8
@amadeus "No, no! What I need is foreigner, 'stupid gullible foreign man.' I need someone who people won't mind seeing in specific places because he is not from the land, I have my own money! I need a man who can ask questions easily, and who can appear in certain rooms just saying 'oh, I thought tourist could go here.' You see?" he asked, gesticulating with his right hand. "You see, there is old man, Andrievs Zhelno. He is in the Sejm, and I want him out. I need someone to find something about him, to blackmail or in bad case give heart-attack to him. I want to replace him with someone a little more... sympathetic to the path I want the country to go on, you see? I want another candidate - who I can't name for my own reasons - to be put in his place. You're a rich looking foreigner and you fit the role I need played. Whatever you brought with you to Lidwo, I will make sure it is doubled if you do this. Deal or no?" Kazimir Jankowski Zygmont indeed did recognise the man after a moment of thought via the method of loci whether it worked or not. "Ahh, a good man lost." He'd say, wrapping his hand around Kazimir's shoulder. "It's sad to see a loved one gone. My cousin, Wladimir Nieder passed away recently, I know how you feel my poor man. But worry not, the soul recovers." After Zygmont heard what the man had to say and nodding every so often and murmuring agreement to make the man feel more welcome he would sigh sadly. "No, I am afraid I cannot let you see the King. However, we can let you use the King's personal guard's chambers. The Hetman of the division has sent men for training and you with your men would be a perfect temporary replacement anyway." Saski would while still holding Kazimir by the shoulder and speaking with his soothing voice lead them to the barracks, ornate but nevertheless very well designed. This was the style for almost everything made in Lidwo: designers worked to make something as visually appealing as possible without sacrificing a single bit of utility. "There are things for you to do however. While Kryzstof and his lads rest, I can inform you of work to be done." He said, waving them in. "You see, there have been some issues as of late. Foreigners are finally getting brains to build roads and are finally recovering from the 'cataclysm' as they call it, and now it's easier to get to Lidwo, easier to try to take some of our wealth without asking or working for it." He'd point to a board with various papers on it, giving various tasks to whatever government or mercenary agent could spare time. "Anything you see there that you think you could take care of?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2017 3:30:03 GMT -8
"Well, I don't suppose there is any harm in helping a fine gentleman such as yourself. So, as I said before, I agree. You have your reasons to do this, I have mine. Where do we start?" Amadeus was more than happy to finally be involved in something so exciting, rather than signing papers and watching out for trade opportunities behind his desk.
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Kazimir Jankowski
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Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Physical Description: An average man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 165 lbs. Kazimir has dark brown eyes that match his dark brown hair and beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Noble set of Lidwo Hussar armor, a staple of the Liwdo military (see signature).
Kazimir also carries a szabla, or sabre, to be used on horseback. Like most Lidwo cavalrymen he wields a lance.
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Post by Kazimir Jankowski on Sept 18, 2017 13:05:22 GMT -8
Kazimir read the notices on the board as suggested by Zygmont. Grazewka and Ljudmila's son stuck out to him the most. He was not overly interested in any kind of reward and merely wanted to serve the Crown. After thinking it over for a few moments he pointed at Ljudmila's son. "Perhaps we shall ride north and investigate the disappearance of this child. Anything more you can tell me about this disturbance?" ( Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo )
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Sir Stigs
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Roleplay posts: 12
Age: ?
Physical Description:
4' 11" ? lbs ? Hair ? Eyes
Sir Stigs is stout, iron-clad, head to toe in full plate with nigh an inch of exposure to the outside world. A majority of visage into the walking sentinel is from his narrowly open visor. Sir Stigs sees what is around him through this slightly curved, void black slit in the front of his helmet. Even those who are keen eyed struggle to make out any sort of eyes or form through the slit. In fact, they're not entirely sure there really is one true shape within. His armor appears to be worn from battling the elements, and perhaps other, more sentient forces. A red sash is tied about his waist, intricately knotted to hold a short sword tight to his left hip. He wears the pale, golden tan sigil of what appears to be a spearhead cutting through air upon his breastplate. The logo is rounded, mostly due to Sir Stig's tree trunk of a torso. And above all, much taller than he, is the pike that skims the clouds upon his back.
Clothes and Equipment:
Much the same as his physical description, as virtually nothing is exposed to the outside world.
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Post by Sir Stigs on Sept 18, 2017 18:11:50 GMT -8
Sir Stigs had been watching the road with a rare intensity as he had traveled. Whether the invisible cobblestone had clacked beneath his greaves in the darkness, or wooden boards moaned above the babbling of brooks, his eyes were to the ground. When travelers passed, he waved. When bandits approached, he fought. Yet, when Sir Stigs was alone, he would return to his business with the earth below him. There was a deep connection between he and the ground, he felt in in the palms of his hands and the breadth of his chest. Something mystical. Or, perhaps, he was simply closer to it than others. He nodded in contemplation, agreeing with nobody in particular. These both were possibilities. The ground came with many possibilities, such as with dividing paths in the roads before him. He trusted the earth to guide him innately; whichever path opened first within his peripherals, he would follow. It had only led to a few dead ends. Two rivers. And a wolf. Though, that was a story for another time.
The wolf was dead in a river. The end.
No time like the present. Sir Stigs enjoyed that story. He would tell it at the next tavern he stopped by. As images of merry men and flowing alcohol besieged his mind, the details of the dirt path before him began to round, bulge, and rise slowly. Dust had become smoothed stone, and then soon after that a slightly elevated series of wooden planks. My, the joys of metamorphosis. And a stream below, between the cracks of what Sir Stigs presumed to be a bridge, for he hadn't bothered to look up just yet. He wouldn't want to lose his wits. The myriad of flowing blue was calm yet powerful, a large river or a canal perhaps. And then, ah, more stone, and cloth, skin, shoes, it was all so much. Sir Stigs was forced to look upward, beholding the magnificence of what appeared to be a great capital laid before him. How wondrous were the ruby rooftops contrasted with the viridian landscapes upon the horizon. And the bustling main street was an experience Sir Stigs was not used to, often isolated for weeks at a time walking along aimless geography. All of these stimuli were so much for the nomad, that he hadn't noticed himself walking backward, around and through horse legs until finally bumping into one.
"Oof," he grunted. "Sorry." Sir Stigs acknowledged him with a curt nod as a sign of sincerity.
The rider looked average in some aspects, though he had outstanding features, some being his nobleman's armor, lance, and a small cavalry he appeared to command. Sir Stigs audibly tapped the chin of his helmet. What ever happened to his horse? In fact, what happened to a lot of his things...had he had a horse? Or was that a bear?
These thoughts became interrupted by a realization: his road had ended. It had led him to this spot, where some sort of board and tacked-on papers stood defiantly mocking him, waving in the wind with their letters and pulpy materials.
Hm... decisions, decisions. Sir Stigs tried to avoid decisions if he could. There were times where Sir Stigs had camped out at crossroads for days in order to choose a road to take. There was never a right choice, was there? In the end he always found a reason to take a road before another, perhaps to follow a whimsical leaf in the wind or away from a band of vengeful bandits on no particular path. it was too predictable to head back down the road he had just come from, wasn't it? Or was that the intention of the earth?
If only he could read.
He looked to the regal individual, sitting so gallantly upon his steed and with so many proteges. Sir Stigs looked to the floor for an uncomfortable moment, then internally shrugged.
"Where are you headed?" he stated bluntly, craning his neck nearly straight upward to look at the equestrian.
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Post by Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo on Sept 19, 2017 2:25:12 GMT -8
@amadeus "Good, good." the man said, rubbing his hands together and promptly stopping after he realized he was doing this. He lead the man along by putting his hand on his shoulder and walking him up to the parliament or "Sejm" building near the King's home and speaking all the while. "You see, this Andrievs controls a little Southern Village called Ryazenka, and we don't want him to do this anymore. As it stands, we have two way for you to get information on him. Either you go into the Sejm, and find his office there; then you look into the documents together with Sergei here." he said, motioning to a tall man who appeared from nowhere. He was bald and had an irregularly shaped birthmark on the right cheek, looking on first glance as thought mother nature wanted a genetic short-cut from human to oxen. "He actually a gentle giant, never hurt a fly. In fact he went to a university and almost went to clergy until mother convinced him to not do this. So, you take him with you, he pretends to be body guard. He can read things for you, he can tell you what complicated documents mean. You can also have a chat with the other members of the Sejm or with Andrievs himself if you like. If you don't find enough there, then you can go over to Ryazenka and find dirt on him. Like I said, if he no longer represents Ryazenka then many new opportunities arise for me and if you ever return to these lands you will have new friends of course." With that, they were right outside the Sejm and the mysterious rich man was smiling again, teeth gleaming. "Ready?" he'd ask before opening the door to the Sejm, many screams of poor debate already audible. Sir Stigs The man would by some be mistaken for a local noble of sorts but the way he walked would soon ping him as a foreigner. He would probably not understand the various local tongues and dialects but the equivalent of "what a funny looking bugger" or variants upon would be muttered wherever he went. As he entered the city some people would try to sell him something until they saw his determined walk and ran off to another potential person to bother. As he neared the board he'd see the official man speaking to Kazimir. Kazimir Jankowski The Minister shook his hand and lifted his hands sadly. "Nothing. Kids dissappeared, but we only pay attention now. Only strange thing was that the confectionery men disappear, along with the other children. Very strange, as you can imagine. I'm afraid I can't help you more. We sent a few Pancerni but they dissappeared, even their Hetman was killed. Then some mercenaries since we didn't want to waste our own people and they disappeared too. That is why I say don't go to far from village where you can get help." He said, sadly. "God's speed, or is there anything else before you head to the region for the task?" After supposedly Kazimir asked and was answered he would be approached by the newcomer to the scene Sir Stigs
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2017 3:34:01 GMT -8
Tripartite Kingdom of LidwoAs Amadeus was lead by the man through the alleyway and listened to his story, his companions were ever vigilant to make sure no harm came his way. Amadeus didn't comment on the man's words, not wanting to interrupt him. However, he often summoned different facial expressions as to show his reaction to what the man was saying. He would sometimes smile or nod, as a reminder he was still listening. As they approached the so-called Sejm, Amadeus thought it would be inapposite to enter with all of his companions, the hardened warriors and mages who could represent a smaller war party. As such, before entering, he lifted his hand up to motion everyone to stop and said "It would be hardly proper for me to go in with the lot of you. Why, they'd think I'm here to slaughter the parliament!" He chuckled lightly. "Nehmed, I'd like you to come with me along with Sergei. The rest of you should wait for me here." Amadeus motioned to a tall warrior who was equipped with a sword and shield. Long and a little unkept hair ran down from his head, his fair skinned, clean shaven face betrayed the faintest traces of long-faded war paint. "Yessir." He grunted and followed Amadeus.
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Erithryel
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Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 20
Physical Description: Most of the time, Erithryel's long, dark hair cover her face and her torso. She stands just over 5 feet, with the slim body of a dancer. Her face and body mean that whenever she moves in a crowd, she inevitably attracts stares from men and women alike.
Clothes and Equipment: Erithryel wears a flowing cloth dress and elbow length gloves when she is in public or especially performing. The dress has a few enchantments to it that repel dirt and grim and generally prevent wear and tear. She also wears a leather collar around her neck, a reminder as her time as a slave forced to dance by a travelling band of Velthi. She carries her collection of instruments that include her tambourine and pipes as well as a drum that has a secret sleeve holding a dagger, along with one she keeps under her skirts.
Player's online availability : Evenings most days
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Post by Erithryel on Sept 19, 2017 5:44:13 GMT -8
Erithryel could hardly believe it. After years of hard work, luck and self-sacrifice, she was finally a free woman. She almost felt like going up and hugging the first person she saw. Slowly, however, reality set it. She was alone in a strange city with no contracts and hardly any money.
She needed to figure out something quickly or end up back where she had just come from. Obviously, she thought, people need to work to get money. Maybe I just ask someone for work.
At that moment, she noticed a group of men riding by. Some where wearing some bits of armor, which showed a degree of wealth if not nobility.
"Excuse me, mi'lords, do any of you happen to have a task I can aid you with? I have just arrived here."
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Kazimir Jankowski
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Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Physical Description: An average man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 165 lbs. Kazimir has dark brown eyes that match his dark brown hair and beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Noble set of Lidwo Hussar armor, a staple of the Liwdo military (see signature).
Kazimir also carries a szabla, or sabre, to be used on horseback. Like most Lidwo cavalrymen he wields a lance.
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Post by Kazimir Jankowski on Sept 19, 2017 13:26:25 GMT -8
"Thank you, that is all, Zygmont. May HE be with you." Kazimir would bid Saski goodbye just as Sir Stigs arrived. Turning to see no one, and then looking down to see the armored fellow, he would bend down on one knee and say with a smile "hello there, friend. I am headed to the North village. A child has gone missing, just one in a series of similar disappearances. I intend to find them and return them to safety... or at least find out what happened to them. The families deserve closure on the situation. If it's someone, or some thing, which is responsible, then I would very much like to deal with the threat." It was then that Erithryel approached the duo. Standing to greet her Kazimir would say "I'm actually preparing to head to the North village," he continued with what he had just told Sir Stigs. The lady was certainly a sight and he wondered what she might look like behind that dark hair. Looking at both Sir Stigs and Erithryel Kazimir shrugged. "You're welcome to come with me if you want. I'll take all the help I can get. But first, you two should acquire whatever you need in the city. I may have the coin if you need it. At the very least we should get you two horses." Kazimir rubbed the back of his neck as he looked down at Sir Stigs, "I'm sure we can find a pony if you would prefer a smaller mount, friend. If you have everything you need already, then I can round up my hussars and we can head out. ( Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo ) ( Sir Stigs ) ( Erithryel )
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