The Kingdom of Rondón
Committed
Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Jan 21, 2018 10:19:11 GMT -8
A major port city of Rondón, instead of sitting on the Ryel River, it rests on the Silverfire Sea and has direct roads leading to the Starwatch Fortress and to the Annais Forest fortress of Rheum. It thrives on its own economy, yet trades heavily with the massive city that is accessible to Port Calar by its main road.
Once a city for Zephyr, it has since been conquered by Rondón. Much of its docks have been destroyed, but the rebuild is coming along smoothly. Even with rubble here and there, opportunists who know how to make a coin are indeed doing so.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
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 Jan 23, 2018 20:45:47 GMT -8
Roxanne stepped out of her cabin, onto the deck. As much as she hated to admit it, the cabin was very luxurious, and she appreciated the comfort. It allowed her to relax, to prepare for the upcoming campaign. However, as she stepped up onto the deck, she could tell that the time for comfort was over. She could feel the tension among the men on deck, and could tell that every weapon had been sharpened in preparation for the battle. She'd put on her armor, the heavy plates standing out from the Rondi soldiers' own. Soon, they'd be upon the city, she'd be surrounded by the chaos of combat. How long had it been since she'd been in a campaign like this? It was starkly different from the one-on-one bounty hunting jobs that she was used to. It made her a little nervous, it always had...but she'd have to quash the nervousness and get to work. She was here to lead these men and take the city, after all. Preferably leaving more than a smoking ruin behind.
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Eric
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 23
Physical Description: Eric is a lanky man of about 5'10" in height, with pretty standard features. He has brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin, and no noteworthy features.
Clothes and Equipment: Eric wears a navy blue trench coat with light leather padding and a white shirt beneath, and wears a pair of well used boots. On his belt he keeps two bars of a strong steel.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 8:38:14 GMT -8
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Post by Eric on Jan 24, 2018 19:27:49 GMT -8
Having departed from Rondon on a boat holding a landing party, Eric sails into the waters around Port Calar. He drums his fingers on his thigh, anxious for the battle, and figures the best way to use his abilities in this type of combat.
[Charge 1]
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The Kingdom of Rondón
Committed
Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Jan 25, 2018 15:11:23 GMT -8
[ ] There was no waiting. There was no hesitation. Storms began to gather overhead, unnaturally created, and the waves began to churn the ships that floated upon them -- set for Port Calar, for the riches and the glory that waited there... the blood and gold [everyone take a shot]. The fleet of Port Calar -- made of Zephyy Navy, Merchant Ships, and Mercenaries -- did not stay at port but swept out into the Silverfire Sea to meet them. Grey Skies overhead continued to dark, continued to blacken but for the KRAKOW! of lightning that struck through the air like a viper. "Hooold steady!!!" called the Captains of the ships. There was no denying it. There was no stopping it. The Rondi ships sailed full mast, full throttle, for the Zephyy ones, and the Zephyy did the same. Prows came closer, igniting with flame as the mast heads were used as battering rams and incinderary devices. Rondi sailors and soldiers took up their arms. Behind them, glittering in the distance, they could see Port Calar -- but the ships would need to break through the Zephyy line if they ever hoped to go there. AND THE SHIPS SLAMMED TOGETHER. Men screamed -- were thrown from their feet as the cracking of wood on both ends of the ships splintered into the air. More men cried out, taking their ropes, taking their planks and boarding other ships as the Rondi and Zephyy ships both unleashed their bursts of flames from mouths and ignited everything. Mages on the ships summoned their shields as in the air, raining from the sky as if the Gods themselves looked down upon this battle were giant balls of flame, tossed between Rondi and Zephyy to destroy their ships.
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Eric
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 23
Physical Description: Eric is a lanky man of about 5'10" in height, with pretty standard features. He has brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin, and no noteworthy features.
Clothes and Equipment: Eric wears a navy blue trench coat with light leather padding and a white shirt beneath, and wears a pair of well used boots. On his belt he keeps two bars of a strong steel.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 8:38:14 GMT -8
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Post by Eric on Jan 25, 2018 16:13:51 GMT -8
Eric was thrown onto the floor as his ship impacted with another ship, the sound of wood splintering and ships grinding against each other filling the air. He reflected on his misfortune at being placed in one of the lead landing ships, and made his way with most of the other soldiers to the upper decks, to ward off the attacking raiders.
[Charge 2]
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 2, 2024 13:12:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2018 16:36:22 GMT -8
She felt sick to her stomach. She felt sick to her stomach because of giddiness, because of trepidation, because of... accomplishment that she'd made it this far. Lady Mireia Cordoba -- hiding as Manuel DeLeon, the name of a servant boy from her father's household near Selanca -- she glanced at Roxanne Fletcher as the woman stood at the prow of the ship, seeming unafraid. Mireia's hands were sweaty, but she gripped and re-gripped her sword, let out a breath. Her dark hair was pulled up into a tight bun beneath her Rondi helm, leather-coated steel plate around her chest and back, on her shoulders and on her shins and forearms. She wore a leather studded tunic beneath that fell to her knees, heavy boots and more padding -- nothing so heavy that it couldn't be kicked off if they went into the ocean... ... and as one ship CRACKed against another, Mireia fell back against the men standing behind her, before there was a sudden RUSH forward and a flare of HEAT on her face as the Zephyy prow of the ship let out a tongue of flame that missed its mark and went just off to the right. The tang of metal and smoke was in the air, but Mireia was part of the rush to board the Zephyy ship and either take it -- or sink it.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
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 Jan 26, 2018 5:48:48 GMT -8
Roxanne grabbed onto a piece of rigging to steady herself as the ships crashed against each other, before leaping across the gap onto the prow of the other ship. It had all begun so quickly, the scene that had been silent just a little while before now filled with fire and chaos. She glanced back at her own ship, making sure that the Rondi soldiers weren't hesitating in their attack. Seeing that they were all charging, forward, she nodded in satisfaction. They were at the head of the fleet, after all. The first wave to be thrown against the blockade, they had to set the standard for the rest of the invasion force. All around her, other Rondi ships collided with their Zephyy counterparts, their decks erupting in hand-to-hand combat. It would be a hard battle before they even reached the shore, but she didn't have time to think about that right now. She rushed forward, kicking a zephyy soldier into the sea and stabbing another through the back of the neck as she ran for the ship's mage on the forecastle deck. The ship would fall quickly without the magical shielding, and she absolutely needed it sent to the bottom of the sea as quickly as possible. Turning back to the nearest group of Rondi soldiers (one of whom happened to be @mireia), she shouted and shoved them towards the stern.
"All of you, take the rudder! If they can't steer, they don't have a ship. Break it if you have to!"
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The Kingdom of Rondón
Committed
Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Jan 29, 2018 7:22:07 GMT -8
In battle, those who wanted the victory more were usually those who prospered -- and it helped that Rondón had sunk money into this campaign... Lots, and lots, of money. For it could also be said that those who won the war, were those that had been paid, and if the Rondí emotions that ran as hot as their summers weren't enough for the men, then the promise of their gold would be. Ships were falling, men on both sides dying, but Lord Cordoba, a sleazy sort, was an effective naval commander, and knew the power of ships. Fire was thick in the night air, for all that the storm was churning and mixing the waters. It had to have been conjured by the mages in tandem, for as they killed mage after mage, the waters seemed to calm... And an opening for Roxanne Fletcher's ship and those around her slowly parted, a few Zephyy ships taken by the Rondi now under Roxanne's lead as well.
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Post by City of Khaldaruhm on Jan 29, 2018 12:42:26 GMT -8
The Dwarves had been late to the party, the sudden appearance of the storms throwing them off course and delayed them just long enough for the initial Rondi attack to have been effective. But the fog that rolled in had an additional effect, masking their presence until they were almost atop the vicious battle.
Admiral Wavestone stood at the helm of the massive flagship Thorgondrir and let loose a wild chant that soon carried across the fleet. A rippling wave of sound passed from ship to ship, picking up speed as they approached the enemy.
"LAUNCH THE KUNDRAKARS" He shouted, loud enough to be heard at his ships. Massive Trebuchets swung into place on the deck of each ship, launching their payload of "small" rocks that aimed to smash masts and kill men. Smaller ships alongside the Galleons with heavily-armored prows pushed forward, scores of heavily armed and bearded dwarven warriors waiting on each deck to slam into the enemy.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
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 Jan 29, 2018 13:27:25 GMT -8
As snobby and sleazy as Lord Cordoba was, Roxanne had to admit that he was an excellent naval captain. The Rondi invasion force had smashed through the naval blockade, and would soon be upon the shore. She took the opportunity to catch her breath, standing on the prow of the ship. The fighting at sea had been fast and brutal, but the real battle had yet to come. She wiped the blood away from her face, watching the features on the shore grow larger as the ships got closer. Her sword was gone, lost at the bottom of the sea stuck between the ribs of a Zephyy sailor. She'd replaced it with a boarding aze, light enough to be used in one hand but heavy enough to smash through a helmet. She looked back at her men, hoping that they wouldn't be too weary for the fight up ahead. It would be especially tough, fighting against fresh, well-rested troops, but she trusted that the Rondi soldiers would be more than adequate.
There was a heavy jolt as the first wave of ships ran aground on the beaches, but Roxanne barely felt it. She was over the side in an instant, sprinting up the beach as she led the charge towards the Zephyr defenses. There was something about this that just felt right, leaping off a ship with axe in hand to raid a seaside city. It reminded her of her mother, and of her childhood home. How many times had she heard stories of her grandparents' days as raiders, or seen her mother's friends drinking and carousing as they got their wounds from the latest excursion stitched up. This was where she belonged, it was in her blood. She hurdled over the Zephyy palisade, hammering her axe into the jaw of the first enemy to come within reach. Her exhaustion was gone, replaced by the raw thrill of battle. It was time to lead her men to victory, to take Port Calar for Rondon and bring it under Queen Xiomara's rightful rule. Taking the city would mean riches and glory, but that didn't matter right now. All she cared about right now was getting through this beach and clearing the path to the main port.
The battle became a blur of violence as the Rondi force swarmed over the beach defenses. This wasn't the time to take prisoners, and little mercy was shown to downed foes. Roxanne drove the edge of her shield into the face of an unfortunate Zephyy archer, letting out a bitter chuckle as she felt bones crack. All around her, the fighting wore on. How long had it been since the ships had landed? An hour? Perhaps a few minutes? She couldn't tell, nor did she care. Had she been injured? She glanced down and saw her armor covered in blood, but it was probably someone else's. Unlucky for them. She shouted at the men, pausing only briefly to hammer the pointed spike on her axe into a Zephyy soldier's sternum.
"Crush their defenses and burn it all! We don't care about this beach, it's the city we're after! Finish here quickly, and the city will be ours by nightfall!"
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The Kingdom of Rondón
Committed
Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Feb 2, 2018 8:35:00 GMT -8
Years of smuggling and trading blows with Rondi trade ships before Lord Cordoba had decided to turn favor over an old mock-war over Rondi trading lines (which had also effected his business as well) did make him an excellent naval commander. He was also an excellent business man, with the skills to go with it -- but that was where his true excellence ended. A few of his ships had broken through the naval blockade, pointedly the ones with Roxanne Fletcher upon them. This was, perhaps, specific. He did not like the woman, and the sooner he sent her into the thick of things, the sooner she might find herself impaled on the end of a Zephyy pike. Little did he know, however, that his daughter, @mireia was upon Roxanne's ship, doing exactly what Lord Cordoba did not want her to do-- Fighting the Rondi tooth and nail, and idolizing Dame Roxanne Fletcher as she smashed the enemy.
Miraculously, three ships managed to land upon the beach outside of Port Calar -- the walled port itself was brimming to full with hostile naval ships that were suddenly engaged by the City of Khaldaruhm dwarves that had drifted out of the mists like demons from hell. A palisade of criss-crossed wooden pikes marked the beaches of Port Calar, and when Roxanne crossed the line, a magical leyline burst from the wooden pikes, making their pointed slivers explode like crossbow bolts into the line of following Rondi men. Screams of their anguish filled the air, but the trick was only good once, and as other ships landed behind them, more Rondi rushed to join Roxanne. The defense of the walls around Port Calar was a heavy one, and the gate was thick wood, clearly enchanted from strikes from an axe -- the Rondi men would need a battering ram. They had one... but every man that went to lift it was picked off by the Zephyy archers and boltmen standing on Port Calar's wall. Fire and smoke was thick in the air, the darkness of the storm making the battles glow... ... in fact, it was almost beautiful to watch it all, the ships out on the dark and twisting sea like glittering stars that were exploding into each other. For the Dwarves of the City of Khaldaruhm, however, it was probably less than beautiful and yet, still glorious. Zephyy and Rondi men were just not as hardy as dwarves, their ships made of a finer wood, and considering they had never gone against these dwarves before, they weren't sure how to handle the unique make of their ships. The dwarven ships pierces like lances into their sides, and the wood of their ships was so sturdy that it burned slower than the other ships that were there. The shorter height of the dwarves worked to their advantage as well, as small as grown children, but as thick and ferocious as mountain boars. The force was so terrifying for the flank of the Zephyy naval blockade -- primarily made up of stalwart merchants -- that they began to run, drifting even further South away from the combat -- and leaving the way open for those hardy, stubborn, defiant dwarven ships to pierce right into the walled harbor...
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
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 Feb 2, 2018 9:43:06 GMT -8
There was no way for the Rondi troops to get a battering ram across these blood-soaked sands, that much was clear. The ram was too slow and heavy, and the Zephyy archers eyes too sharp. The men were far too exposed as they tried to carry the heavy ram up the beach, easy prey for the Zephyy arrows. She ordered the ram back, calling a mage over to her. Dragging the man behind a wrecked palisade, she shouted in his ear over the roar of combat around them.
"Send a message to the fleet! I need the Tiburón run aground at full magical power, forced up over the sand. We're going to use it as a battering ram to crush the gates, so we're going to need a whole lot of speed. Force it over the beach and right through the gate, the prow should smash right through them. Do it now!"
The man complied, and the message was sent to the Tiburón's helm. Roxanne smirked, knowing that it was one of Cordoba's favorites. It likely wouldn't survive such rough treatment...what a shame. As long as it got them through the gates, the lord's irritation was just a bonus. Glancing back, she saw the Rondi ships beginning to clear a path, and a faint red glow begin to form around the chosen vessel. The sea around it began to steam and boil as the mages gathered their energy and focused it on the ship, and a soft hum slowly became audible. The ship began to move slowly, then picked up speed and power as it hurdled through the sea. It cut through the waves and surf easily, spray kicking up over the bow as it flew up towards the beach. Rondi and Zephyy soldiers alike dove out of its way as it ran aground, crushing any too slow or unfortunate to be caught under its bulk. Roxanne felt a brief pang of regret as she saw men too injured to move being killed by the ship, but it was a necessary sacrifice. She ran towards the Tiburón as it hurdled across the beach, jumping up and grabbing onto a rope on the side. Holding on tight, she rode it towards the gate, bracing for the final impact.
The prow of the ship hit the gates with a bone-shaking jolt and the deafening sound of splintering wood. Roxanne looked up, and was rewarded with the sight of the gates swinging open. She jumped up onto what remained of the Tiburón's prow,raising her axe to signal the rest of the Rondi invasion force.
"Charge! The gates are open, it's time to take the city! Glory and gold are ours, right inside these walls!"
She jumped off the ship into the open gates, leading the charge into the city.
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Post by City of Khaldaruhm on Feb 2, 2018 13:17:55 GMT -8
A cheer went up amongst the Dwarves at the sheer beardedness of ramming a land gate with a ship, truly a spectacular sight. The Dwarven ships that had broken through the Zephyy lines continued into the harbor, several smashing aside broken and burning vessels as if they were driftwood. Their method of disembarking was similar to their method of attacking ships, they rammed the piers until the ship halted, then heavily armed and armored dwarves streamed from a series of ramps and ropes onto their target.
Thorgondrir still led the way, the massive dwarven flagship yet unhindered by the pitiful fleet before him and surrounded by a half dozen Galleons and Rammers, each continuing with their barrage of heavy weaponry onto the Zephyy defenses.
"There's blood on the water lads!! Give them hell" Carried across the fleet, many if the Dwarves singing merrily as their bloody assault continued.
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Eric
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 23
Physical Description: Eric is a lanky man of about 5'10" in height, with pretty standard features. He has brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin, and no noteworthy features.
Clothes and Equipment: Eric wears a navy blue trench coat with light leather padding and a white shirt beneath, and wears a pair of well used boots. On his belt he keeps two bars of a strong steel.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 8:38:14 GMT -8
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Post by Eric on Feb 3, 2018 11:38:29 GMT -8
Eric lands on the beach, turning a portion of the wrecked boat he was riding into a large shield. He used this shield to safely follow the others through the fallen gate, dropping it as soon as he enters the melee of battle. He uses none of the provided weapons, instead pulling out a metal block which changed shape into whatever weapon he needed at the moment. He leaves his other hand open, using it to defend against attacking weapons, all of which turn to sand as upon being touched. He makes his way through the battle, occasionally falling just a few steps behind the other attackers when he tires, catching up when he feels like it.
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The Kingdom of Rondón
Committed
Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Feb 6, 2018 16:16:08 GMT -8
The Rondi forces got in through the gate, and chaos quickly ensued. Crashing through the gate had been interesting to say the least, and although the Zephyy did not have the naval prowess that the Rondi and the City of Khaldaruhm seemed to have, they were fierce in their land combat, and had many numbers lying in wait. Roxanne Fletcher, @mireia and @eric would find themselves quickly and easily surrounded by the chaos of the Zephyy as they came into Port Calar, and with the crowded fighting in the streets, it easily became confusing. So many bodies packed together -- they were like sardines, and snipers in the taller buildings and upon the walls were picking off people easily. It at once became so chaotic that it no longer mattered where they aimed. Men were dying left and right, and fires were started to add to the over all panic of the fight. Once the Dwarven fleet hit into the harbor itself, they'd find themselves on more of an even keel, so to speak. The Zephyy were fierce fighters and warriors, and without the churning waves of the bay to throw them off, they were much more grounded in their attacks on the dwarven fleet. Hardy and armored, their magic and reflexes swollen by Zephyy mages, they went striking after the dwarves. It was hard to tell who was in command, or who would need to be killed in order to insure victory. Battle after Battle waged, and although the merchants might have lost the battle at sea, they were now holding their own on land.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
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 Feb 6, 2018 21:12:31 GMT -8
Roxanne had expected the fighting in the streets to be harsh and chaotic, as the Zephyy were defending their home city. However, the bloodshed and sheer brutality surprised even her. The beach had been child's play to this slaughterhouse, where troops on both sides fell in droves. Running through the streets, she saw exactly how quickly the city's defenses had been built. Signs of everyday life could still be seen all around the city, with hastily boarded-up shops and abandoned food stands. An arrow thudded into the wall beside her head, and she ducked down and ran into the melee. She was a sitting duck out here, she needed something to give her an edge.
All of a sudden, she heard the thunder of hooves and iron on cobblestones behind her. Glancing back, she saw a Zephyy horseman, riding through the crowd and laying waste with a saber. Perfect. Ducking back into an alley until the rider got close, she lunged forward as she heard the sickening slice of the saber cleaving through flesh. She jumped up onto what looked like an empty bread seller's stand, using the extra height to launch herself into the man from the left right as he rode by at full gallop. He didn't have so much as a moment to turn and bring his blade around before her momentum took them both off the horse and to the ground. The man took the brunt of the impact for the both of them, mostly on his back and head. Roxanne leaped up in an instant, stepping up into the warhorse's stirrups and swinging up onto the now-empty saddle. She jerked on the reins, and the horse reared up and turned. Giving the reins a sharp snap, she coaxed the horse into a gallop, its iron-clad hooves striking sparks on the cobblestones.
The call from reinforcements came from the southern section of the city. A battalion of veteran Zephyy soldiers had managed to barricade off a plaza, keeping the Rondi forces at bay with arrows and magical attacks. It seemed to be a stalemate at the moment...but it tied up Rondi troops who could be sorely needed elsewhere. As the two sides exchanged fire, it seemed that they'd be there all day...
Until Roxanne rode up a side street at full gallop, having cut her way through the defenders on that side. As she neared the barricade, she urged her horse forward faster, pushing it to its limit as it sprinted towards the abandoned flower cart that served as a roadblock. Just when it seemed that she'd run into it, she jerked up on the reins, and the horse jumped, soaring into the air. Its back hooves caught the top edge of the cart, crashing right through the flimsy wood and sending an explosion of roses flying into the street. As soon as its hooves were on the ground, it took off running once more. Roxanne wasted no time, ducking low to avoid arrows and swinging her axe into any heads unfortunate enough to be within reach. It was a far cry from the clean, sophisticated cavalry saber that the horse's previous owner had been using, but it was more than effective (if a bit messy). The distraction and chaos behind the line was enough to draw the defenders' attention away from the Rondi troops at their front, and the stalemate was broken. As Roxanne rode back and forth through the square, the Rondi troops advanced, emboldened by their foreign commander's bravery and heroic feats. The position was overrun and secured within an hour, and Roxanne dismounted to take a much-needed breather and find some water. Around the city, the fires still raged and the cacophony of combat rang out. It would be quite a bit of work before the city was finally taken, but Roxanne was confident that Port Calar would fly a Rondi flag before the sun sank below the horizon.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2018 7:32:23 GMT -8
The shock of the battle had been slapped out of Mireia -- ER, Manuel -- quite literally when the ships ha still been on land, but it threatened to consume her once again when she felt the constrictive bodies around her.
Mireia felt as if she was covered with blood, and she was running so high on her own adrenaline, she had no idea if it was hers. The grip on her sword was slick with the red liquid, but she could barely feel it.
Bodies around her were going slack from arrows shot into the crowd from above as thy tried to get down the street. Mireia's head looked up, and she saw that Zephyy snipers had taken position in a belltower.
Smaller than the other men, and not as heavily armored, she squeeeezed out from the fray, breathing hard and trying not to panic. She saw that three Rondí men were already trying to get into the belltower, and Rondí archers were trying to return fire, but the Zephyy had the high ground.
Mireia circled around the building, and saw a thin window near the ground, evidence of a basement. Quickly, she she'd her helmet and her breast plate, pulled up her sword again, and wiggled through the dusty thing.
Once inside, she only snuck as far as the second landing when a creak of the footstep had the man turning around. Fear leapt in Mireia's throat, but she leaped on him, impaling him with her sword. She watched life ebb away from him, and offered a prayer to LaMuerta before she relieved the Zephyy warrior of his bow and arrows. Still, she kept her sword in hand, and climbed as quietly as she could up the stairs... And up to the fifth landing, where she quietly... Quietly snuck behind the distracted Archer and slit his throat.
Hot tears slid down her cheeks at what she was doing, especially as she felt and smelled fresh blood slide over her fingers. Hastily patting him down, she took a dagger from him and his arrows into the quiver she had... And went to the top floor.
The Archer fired at her but the space was too compact. She rushed at him as he pulled his sword and they clashed. He was much stronger than her, and more desperate, and she fell onto her back, her sword clatterin from her grasp. He moved to impale her, and she rolled to the side and kicked hard at his legs. The Archer stumbled backwards, and her hands wrapped around a coil of rope that his boot heels landed on, and Mireia tugged with all her strength.
The Zephyy man went falling trough the glass of the decorative bell tower and into the men below on the street, dying from the fall and the wounds inflicted by the Rondi.
Mireia was shaking as she climbed to her feet with her blade in hand and went to the shattered window, just in time to watch Roxanne Fletcher ride by on her horse, a vision to all. Inspired, she sheathed her blade and went to the rope of the bell...
... And the bell began to toll over Port Calar that a Rondí victory was inevitable.
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Post by City of Khaldaruhm on Feb 8, 2018 8:14:38 GMT -8
The Dwarves crashed into the pier, yelling about a chance at a good fight, thus far denied to them by the pathetic nature of the Zephyy fleet. The massive Galleons continued to rain large rocks and ballista bolts into the Zephyy defenders as best they could.
The dwarves, even more heavily armored then their foes and less encumbered by it, excelled in the up close and personal fighting that was defined by taking a city. Each unit of Dwarven warriors functioned semi-autonomously, a result of their own battles in the sprawling caverns beneath Khaldaruhm, where communication broke down frequently and unit locations were guesses at best. Hefty axes and massive hammers slammed into Zephyy soldiers, who returned the blows in kind. The mages enhancements evened the playing field until the elite Dwarven unit came up.
Clad in armor of burnished Orange, the Oathkeepers were descendants of Dwarves that had given their lives against the horrors of the second Cataclysm, fighting to the last against unspeakable eldritch beings whose very presence was enough to drive men mad. Their armor was a family heirloom, inscribed with the names of all those who had worn it before them, and some claimed that their souls still lingered in the armor, aiding their descendants.
These warriors did not speak or shout as they charged as one, fighting ferociously and shattering the Zephyy lines keeping the dwarves from breaking past the port. Their armor and even magical protection little match for whatever was behind these fearsome dwarven warriors.
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Eric
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 23
Physical Description: Eric is a lanky man of about 5'10" in height, with pretty standard features. He has brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin, and no noteworthy features.
Clothes and Equipment: Eric wears a navy blue trench coat with light leather padding and a white shirt beneath, and wears a pair of well used boots. On his belt he keeps two bars of a strong steel.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 8:38:14 GMT -8
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Post by Eric on Feb 9, 2018 19:30:23 GMT -8
Eric continues to fight his way through Calar, sticking to alleyways and small space that favored close quarter combat, which is where he excelled. Many Zephyr Soldiers fell at his feet, their weapons turned to sand by a mere touch of his hand and armor turned into spike covered panels, impaling their wearers with a push.
He reached the end of the current alley he was clearing, and looked out upon the main street with a faint smile. The general rode by on the stolen horse, followed by inspired Rondon Soldiers. The distant bell rang for Rondon, and the Zephyr were on their last legs.
Eric turned and left to go clear another alley of enemy soldiers, Rondon Soldiers running past him to join the charge.
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The Kingdom of Rondón
Committed
Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Mar 20, 2018 18:00:38 GMT -8
---------- Roxanne Fletcher, City of Khaldaruhm, @eric, @mireia, It was long, long hours later. The sun had set, the dark had settled, and still men fell, still ships clashed, still fires raged. The bell stopped tolling, and smoke filled the sky, blocking out the stars that sparkled above them, heedless of the lives that were lost. At some point... at some point in the early hours of the morning, the fighting had come to an end. There was not a single clean person. There was not a single person without some sort of wound, varying from blisters of armor rubbing at once place to the dead bodies that floated in the crimson bay. Even the sand was red as waves ran up along the bay, ships half-sunk and totally sunk, debris and destruction floating all around Port Calar. The Dwarves of Khaldaruhm had a hard time pushing into the city, and in many of the streets and alleys, it seemed as if there were as many dead Rondi as there were Zephyy as there were mercenaries that could have been Rondi or Zephyy, it was too hard to tell with the blood and destruction everywhere. But, the victory was not insured until the rune-plated Dwarves finally did break through, pinching the magistrate into their defensive castle where they were now holed up. Most likely, they would starve in there. The rest of the city was "won", safe for this one fortress that still flew a Zephyy flag. Rondi flags waved from all other towers, however, and now... exhausted soldiers became exhausted custodians, searching bodies, gathering weapons, moving debris. Mireia sat and her hair was unbound, marking her as a woman. She had a bloody mouth, and a gash of on her forehead and arm. Mages were putting buildings back together again, and helping to heal others. She licked her lip and winced, and glanced up to see a dwarf among the people, drinking something from a flask. Mireia eyed it with tired curiosity. Roxanne, meanwhile, was look at as a near saint. Blood-washed and furious, her white hair almost stained pink, men looked to her for leadership on what to do about the fortress-castle where the leadership of the city was holed up. Eric had gained a large measure of respect from the Rondi men around him, and they spoke about him and his weapons, his abilities, already coming up with theories and small legends about the warrior.
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