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Post by City of Khaldaruhm on Mar 22, 2018 7:13:50 GMT -8
The Dwarves were in good spirits, tired and exhausted though they were. A good fight always put them in a good mood, and they almost seemed disappointed that they would not get to go after the castle as well.
The dwarf with the flask saw the exhausted woman and brought it over, offering her a swig.
"It was a hard-fought victory Miss, I am assuming your first?" The dwarf in question was wearing rather ornate, orange armor, a large axe at his back and a shield still attached to his arm. His helmet was attached to a strap at his waist, allowing his dark brown hair and beard to breath.
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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 Mar 27, 2018 19:44:28 GMT -8
The battle had been exhausting, but Roxanne knew that it was far from done. Her muscles ached, and her leg hurt from a halberd that had brought her down from her horse. It hadn't punctured her armor, but had left a considerable dent and a severe bruise that would definitely cause a limp when the adrenaline wore off. Her armor was stained with blood, and she wasn't sure whose it was. She was fairly certain it wasn't hers, but who knew? She'd gotten a cut on her hand, but surely it hadn't bled that badly. Still, the injuries were far from fatal, so she let them be. She had greater things on her hands right now.
As she stood up in front of the men, the last remaining fortress loomed behind her. This was new to her, seeing the admiration in all their eyes as they looked to her for leadership. She'd led before, but never to this degree, and she'd never had so many people waiting for her to speak, to give them orders on how to proceed. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before speaking.
"You have all fought well today. You've given it your all, and have sacrificed much...some have sacrificed everything. Your actions today should be commended...but we're not done yet. We still have one last stronghold, one last push before the city is ours. I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that it will be easy. This is their last holdout, so they will fight harder than they've ever fought before. However, what I will tell you is that I'm confident that we can take it. We outnumber them, and their morale is low. We can crush them in one decisive blow, take the fortress and fly the Rondon flag high over Port Calar. With the help of our mages and our dwarven allies, we can break through the gates and storm the castle. Their leaders are in there, cowering in their rooms while their men die in the streets. I'd like to take them alive if possible, but don't sacrifice your lives for theirs."
She gestured towards the battering rams that they'd attempted to use on the city gates without avail, now brought up into the city.
"The mages will protect us, and bring strength to the ram. It won't be easy, but we can break through that gate with these. Once we're inside, well...it will be bloody. Remember, they're like cornered animals, and would rather die than surrender. Show them no mercy, and save your looting until after the fortress is ours."
Raising her axe high in the air, she pointed it towards the fortress, leveling the weapon at the highest tower.
"Do you see that tower? I want the Rondon flag flying over that, and Queen Xiomara's name to be praised within its walls! The fortress will fall, and the city will be ours! Now, prepare yourselves for the final effort. In an hour, we attack!"
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Cecélia
Established
Comandante
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 27
Physical Description: Cecélia's body was cut out for battle, but still it remains a well proportioned piece. She has partly braided brown hair and calm brown eyes. She keeps her stature dignified and straight and her smile tells of duty before pleasure.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing a very well made armor, beautifully ornamented rapier and dagger made from the hardest steel around her family's wealth is apparent. The armor is adorned by blue pieces of cloth, that mark her heritage and high position within the Rondón armé.
Registered: Mar 27, 2018 12:36:08 GMT -8
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Post by Cecélia on Mar 27, 2018 23:28:40 GMT -8
It was then when Roxanne had spoken her last words of encouragement Roxanne would notice that about sixty Rondí soldier in their shiny armor gleaming in the sun had joined the party. They were led by a stunning young woman adorning the Rondí colors over her absolute pristine and spotless steel armor directing her gaze towards the last bastion and then at Roxanne.
"So you made it this far but haven't taken their last stronghold yet. Well color me impressed." she said to Roxanne, though the wording so neutral that you wouldn't know if she actually meant it or not. "I am Commandante Cecélia and it seems like I've arrived just in time for the last push. Are you Capitán Fletcher?" she said with thick Rondí accent inspecting her. "I noticed a ship within the city walls..." Cecélia said and looked back towards the main gate. "Well you can explain that strategy to me later. As you said we need to take the tower but it is likely highly fortified and they will be waiting inside the tower with traps and we'll be fighting in bottle neck conditions to their advantage." she said and looked at Roxanne considering her a fellow officer despite being a foreigner.
"So I suggest we smoke them out." she said and gave Roxanne a sidelong glance. "We need to get fire going outside the walls and if possible get it going behind their walls too." Cecélia said with he hands behind her back and her body forming a straight line. "We have about an hour to prepare and inspect the angle of attack on the last castle so we put ourselves in a good position before we take it." she said with a firm voice. Cecélia was a down to business kind of woman and she expected Roxanne to contribute to the plan and help putting it into motion as she would herself with her sixty well polished - and fresh - soldiers.
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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 Mar 28, 2018 18:06:45 GMT -8
Eric would appreciate the spotlight for a bit, but would eventually split off to go search the empty homes for anything of particular value. He wasn't an entertainer at heart, and while being the center of attention was fun, there wasn't too much to speak about outside his simple use of magic. And so here he was, warping locks to enter the hastily abandoned houses and recover from them the small items of value that interest him. There wasn't much to steal, but he wasn't looking to find riches. Maybe a small bag of coins, and a souvenir that could become a topic of conversation later.
Sometime later he would exit the houses, and make his way back to the war camp. He returns in time to see the Rondi reinforcements arrive, the 60 men marching in pristine armor that far outshines his own rather ordinary clothes. He moves away from the center of the bustling camp and goes to wait on the outskirts, resting in the shade cast by the buildings lucky enough to survive the initial siege.
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