JacktheRatking
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 12
Physical Description: A short, skinny boy, with a bit more body hair than normal.
His outward appearance is
Clothes and Equipment: A simple tunic, wooden staff, and satchel filled with seeds and nuts and other treats are all he typically carries.
Along with a dagger that may or may not infect its victims with plague. Be sure to hug others 3-4 days after being stabbed.
Registered: May 16, 2018 18:26:49 GMT -8
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Post by JacktheRatking on Jun 14, 2018 2:20:26 GMT -8
Jack soon decides to leave the tent in search of something more useful to do.
Lorrie takes the lead, her superior senses easily locating where all the action seems to be. She dashes across the sands with grace, occasionally stopping to let the others catch up. Jack unsheathes his dagger and gets ready for action.
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Sibrand
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Registered: Jun 13, 2018 14:10:41 GMT -8
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Post by Sibrand on Jul 11, 2018 16:50:19 GMT -8
As the army of Iskaldur closed on the town of Aridia, a relief force sent by the Vorutans arrived. This host of cavalry and infantry was commanded by Lord Jakub Gediminas. He was accompanied by Sibrand, an officer of the Brotherhood, who was able to reinforce the Vorutans with six-hundred men of the Order.
The battlefield was generally flat, with naught but a sandy approach from any direction, although the town of Aridia lay behind the allied army. The Brotherhood deployed primarily on the right flank, while the larger Vorutan army was given the center and left flank.
Sibrand, commander of the Knight-Brothers, drew his sword and ambled in front of his forces. “My Brothers!” he began a speech. “These lands are not our own; this struggle is not ours to face. The fate of Aridia should not concern the Brotherhood, and we have no quarrel with the Iskaldurians. The Aridians may not be our kin… but today they become your Brothers! When the Vorutans raise their shields, we shall raise our swords with them! Today we do not fight for the Order, we do not fight for Audria, and we do not fight for Vessia… today we fight for Aridia! We fight for something greater than ourselves! We fight for freedom!”
A thunderous roar came from the otherwise silent soldiers of the Brotherhood. Pikes beat against shields as the men prepared for battle.
White banners emblazoned with the Black Cross fluttered in the arid desert wind, while the hot sun beamed down and reflected off the mail and plate armor of the Brothers. Mighty warhorses of pure white neighed, and aside from the drumming there were no sounds from the Order’s men. The Brotherhood was known for the strict and rigid discipline, and today it showed.
Sibrand had brought three-hundred thirty-four sergeants to bolster the Vorutan infantry. These sergeants were equipped with mail armor and kettle helmets, and carried kite shields in addition to pikes. The rigid discipline and drilling that these men underwent ensured they maintained a close, phalanx-like formation. They would be deployed on the right flank of the infantry.
Screening the sergeants were fifty Vessian Crossbowmen. These were mercenaries wearing light gambesons and kettle helmets, wielding armor-piercing Vessian crossbows.
Sibrand was able to muster two-hundred ten cavalry for the battle. Ten of those men were Knight-Brothers, while the remaining two-hundred were supporting Halbruders. They were deployed to the right of the Order’s infantry.
Finally, Sibrand’s engineers were assembling a single trebuchet, while his five Clergymen were spreading themselves throughout the entire army, preparing to cast defensive ward spells.
Sibrand would retreat to the rear of his force, alongside his drummers, buglers, and flagbearers.
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Cul Ésa
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Physical Description: As the Leader of the Vikings, Cul Esa is fierce and intimidating. He is tall and broad-shouldered, with blood red hair that is untamed. His body is painted in tattoos, which enhance his body.
Clothes and Equipment: His legendary, ensorcelled blade, Daybreaker, can be either a sword or a warhammer depending on his needs. Often he'll use it in conjunction with a shield of some sort. His tattoos help focus his power.
Registered: Jun 2, 2018 18:17:37 GMT -8
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Post by Cul Ésa on Jul 20, 2018 18:20:13 GMT -8
Cul Esa leads the vikings along with his comrades, his witch sister already preparing foul magic with her ilk. He does not think much in terms of strategy, preferring simply to let instinct guide him as it had done countless times before. It would not fail him today, his blood pumped, his muscles were energized, he knew this would be a good fight. Iskaldur would win, he was sure of it.
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Ískaldur
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 18:47:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ískaldur on Aug 22, 2018 16:42:43 GMT -8
The final goal was within sight for the forces of Ískaldur. Just ahead lay the town of the desert dwellers, however there was a final obstacle in their way. An impressive force of iron clad men had set up a defensive line ahead, yet the warriors of the north would not allow this obstacle to end their plight and will crush it and anything else in their way with all they have.
The army approached in a wedge, albeit a very subtle wedge. Spearmen took the front couple lines, shields held out in front and layered atop one another, creating a rather crude shield wall. Swordsman and the crystal like Mineraali moved behind them, and behind all of it lay the healers and archers who were already preparing for the upcoming conflict in their own way. Archers nocked their arrows and drew their bows, and the healers prepared their resurrection spells while each was surrounded by a group of protective Mineraali.
On the flanks the Berserkers were equally divided, wielding whatever weapons they wished. After all, it didn't matter how the killing was done, just as long as it happened.
Above it all flew the Valkyries, the desert sun shining off of the cruel angels' armor. Energy coursed through them and across their bodies (1) as they prepared their magic for use.
And within it all stood Thrand Rangvaldrson, giving commands to his troops and doing his best to ensure a victory for his people. After all there was no better stage to display the might of Ískaldur here, and he wouldn't pass up on such an opportunity.
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