Prince Alexios
Established
The Leopard Prince
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 28
Physical Description: Alexios has swept-back, dark brown, neck-length hair. He has olive skin, dark brown eyes, and maintains moderate facial hair. He stands slightly above six feet and weighs 180 lbs, sporting an athletic body build.
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Clothes and Equipment: The most striking piece of Alexios' apparel is his leopard-cape. All cavalrymen within his mercenary company wear similar cloaks, owing to their name: the Leopards.
In addition, Alexios also wears a set of bronze armor: helmet (Corinthian-style), cuirass, shoulderguards, vambraces, and greaves.
In battle Alexios generally wields a xyston, xiphos, and a round shield.
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Allegiances: The Leopards
Registered: Jan 27, 2019 4:52:43 GMT -8
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Post by Prince Alexios on Jan 27, 2019 7:46:57 GMT -8
Outskirts of N'ron
N'ron is a minor fortification within the satrapy of Askera. The checkpoint serves as the first line of defense against invaders from the south. It consists of a fortified gatehouse, as well as a fortified citadel. In peacetime the garrison is small, and mostly comprises skilled horse archers; however, the locals may be gathered into a militia to defend against more serious threats. A harsh, mountainous landscape surrounds N'ron, presenting environmental hazards for the unwary traveler. In addition, the hot desert sun and venomous wildlife compound the danger of the outskirts. Such surroundings are a contrast to the otherwise temperate domains north of N'ron. The satrap of Askera, Eres II, pledged to support Prince Araces in the Battle of Cireen, although his forces did not appear during the battle. It is unclear whether Eres betrayed the prince or not, and even the Shahanshah is uncertain where the satrap's loyalty lies. As the Battle of Cireen occurred several miles south of here, it is certain that survivors of the disaster may flock to the mountains, which can hide them from would-be pursuers.
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Prince Alexios
Established
The Leopard Prince
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 28
Physical Description: Alexios has swept-back, dark brown, neck-length hair. He has olive skin, dark brown eyes, and maintains moderate facial hair. He stands slightly above six feet and weighs 180 lbs, sporting an athletic body build.
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Clothes and Equipment: The most striking piece of Alexios' apparel is his leopard-cape. All cavalrymen within his mercenary company wear similar cloaks, owing to their name: the Leopards.
In addition, Alexios also wears a set of bronze armor: helmet (Corinthian-style), cuirass, shoulderguards, vambraces, and greaves.
In battle Alexios generally wields a xyston, xiphos, and a round shield.
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Allegiances: The Leopards
Registered: Jan 27, 2019 4:52:43 GMT -8
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Post by Prince Alexios on Jan 27, 2019 8:32:11 GMT -8
“...has fallen! Araces has fallen!”
“Quiet, you fool! The battle is not over!”
“All is lost, the prince has fallen! His column has routed!”
Alexios tried to remember what had happened during the battle. He had been stationed on the right flank, north of Araces’ column, along with other allied forces. It was hard to keep the various contigents of the rebel forces in line, and in their eagerness to do battle they charged the lines of the Saracid army. Araces managed to hold the center against Daamus’ elite guard, while Alexios and other allies pressed the flanks. Before long the Saracid’s were routed and a full envelopment of the enemy army was in full effect.
But then everything fell apart.
Araces had been slain in combat. His loyal subjects were disheartened, and those who did not flee immediately were butchered by Daamus’ elite forces. Although the allies may have been able to reform and defeat what remained of the Saracid army, there was to much confusion and doubt within their ranks to maintain any type of cohesion. Various generals tried to rally what men they could, but they were cut down without support from the scattered allies. What was suppose to be a sure victory ended in a disastrous defeat.
Alexios had no choice but to flee northwards, towards N’ron. The hilly landscape and mountainous terrain might conceal him and his Leopard cavalry for a time, at least until other potential allies regrouped with him. The Leopards, as they were called, numbered about one-hundred fifty, and were fortunate to have lost only a few men in the battle. They provided Araces’ rebel army with an elite unit of shock cavalry, who could deliver a terrifying charge and break the ranks of the enemy.
The mercenaries actually hailed from a city-state many miles away and across the sea. They were the personal guard of Prince Alexios himself, who had taken up Araces offer to overthrow Daamus I. What a folly that had been. All they could do now was hide and wait for more of the allies to arrive.
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Euclid Chrysanthos
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 35
Physical Description: The model of a seasoned campaigner, Euclid is rather weathered from the near constant warfare he has seen. Old scars are joined by fresher, angrier ones on his muscular yet wiry frame. Often dirty from the dust of foreign roads and distant climates, haggardness is evident in his sunken face and green eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Euclid almost always wears his worn beige tunic, though rumors are that it actually started off as being white. His worn sandals have metal studs hammered into the bottom to help with grip on soaked battlefields, and in colder climes he'll have a linen wrapping around his feet and shins. He has a small green wrap for foul weather and cold, and uses a walking stick to help with a limp that will act up in the cold.
For battle he wears a linothorax with bronze scales sowed around the mid section, and a bronze phrygian helm with cheek guards designed to look like a beard. His primary weapon is a falcata with the pommel designed to look like a horse's head. For added protection he carries a thyreos shield.
Slung across his back on marches is his bedroll, the only home he can claim.
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Allegiances: Drakon Despotate
Registered: Jan 31, 2019 17:42:45 GMT -8
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Post by Euclid Chrysanthos on Jan 31, 2019 21:10:09 GMT -8
"Fools. All of them fools. Leaving us behind while they run ahead. I'll give them a taste of-"
The winding column moving into the mountains far behind the cavalry certainly looked far worst for wear. Those that had entered the fray with crisp, white linothoraxes now found them covered in dark stains from the fever pitch of the left flank. That was, those that could still wear their armor were the lucky ones, unlike those being drug behind on carts pulled by exhausted and bony mules, the only ones they could manage to loot from the baggage train before the victors fell on the camp.
Despite the tiredness of the troops, they dare not travel out of their armor. Several sharp and brief skirmishes had developed on their rear as they left the plains and began to climb as they were pursued by cavalry. They had defended against all their attempted advances, but even more had been added to the carts and only drained more vigor from the already sluggish column. They had finally managed to see them off with one stand on a twisting, steep road that served as a highlight of the rest of the journey.
Perhaps the pursuers had been the wise ones.
He attempted to wet his cracked, irritated lips with his swollen tongue, but it seemed to have the opposite effect, making him feel even more parched. He reached to his belt and pulled up a water skin, practically sighing with relief as he attempted to put the skin to his mouth. He tilted his head back to start pouring the refreshing, cool, sweet... emptiness.
They had run out of water the day before, and the entire column was feeling its effects. They needed to find a well soon, else they would all be food for the carrion birds who ominously circled ahead.
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Juno Ambrosia
New
General of the Velmerian Expeditionary Army
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 30
Physical Description:
Tanned skin from the many years of leading the Expeditionary Army, Juno is conventionally attractive, if the target audience loves a hardened warfighter. Her black hair is twisted into a sidewinding ponytail, pulled over her left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment:
The Velmerian Expeditionary Army is fitted with low-cost equipment, usually found on the far-off colonies of the Velmerian empire. The General's attire fits this to a degree, though it is kept and maintained at a higher standard.
A sword and shield of unique design, gifted to her when the title of General was given to her by Queen Velmerys.
She also owns a bow, one of her own design.
Allegiances: Velmerys Imperium
Registered: Feb 2, 2019 7:52:43 GMT -8
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Post by Juno Ambrosia on Feb 2, 2019 8:38:23 GMT -8
General Ambrosia had never seen such a resounding defeat before in her military career. Ever. Upon her destrier with what was left of the Velmerian Expedition, she rode with a weak will as she recalled the events leading up to their retreat. The entire middle of their army had broken and fled, resulting in the monstrous outcome of facing a defeat so far from home. Many battles, since Mount Verum, she had won. Securing the colonies of Velmerys, for the Queen.
Now the 7th Dragoons were routed, the 5th Regiment of Foot was entirely gone, and so was the 17th Regiment of Foot. With most of the forces of the expedition decimated, the need to get out of dodge was great. She rode north, with what was left of the 7th Dragoons, one-hundred light cavalry that acted more as mobile infantry.
They were not harassed on their journey, aside from one incident of a lone scout accidentally running into their rearguard. The scout was questioned, then left in the desert, spilling crimson upon the sand.
Juno leaned heavy against the neck of her horse, knowing full well the supplies of her men were dwindling by the day. Not much was scavenged as they fled the scene of battle, and most of the was passed to the lower enlisted ranks first, even in the worst case scenario General Ambrosia still ordered her officers and sergeants to make sure their men were fed first.
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Prince Alexios
Established
The Leopard Prince
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 28
Physical Description: Alexios has swept-back, dark brown, neck-length hair. He has olive skin, dark brown eyes, and maintains moderate facial hair. He stands slightly above six feet and weighs 180 lbs, sporting an athletic body build.
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Clothes and Equipment: The most striking piece of Alexios' apparel is his leopard-cape. All cavalrymen within his mercenary company wear similar cloaks, owing to their name: the Leopards.
In addition, Alexios also wears a set of bronze armor: helmet (Corinthian-style), cuirass, shoulderguards, vambraces, and greaves.
In battle Alexios generally wields a xyston, xiphos, and a round shield.
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Allegiances: The Leopards
Registered: Jan 27, 2019 4:52:43 GMT -8
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Post by Prince Alexios on Feb 2, 2019 9:21:55 GMT -8
Alexios had ordered some of his men to scout the surrounding area, if not to watch out for pursuers then to locate other allied stragglers. And it was those scouts who had found both Euclid Chrysanthos and his men, also from the Drakon Despotate, and Juno Ambrosia’s detachment from Velmerys.
Euclid[/i] The Phalangites of Euclid, the scout deduced, remembering that they had been deployed on the left flank. Coming into view of the infantry the scout waited for the phalangites to observe him. His leopard cape was an indicator that he was a member of Alexios’ detachment. “Brothers!” he rejoiced, “Alexios waits in the mountain pass nearby. Follow me, I can show you the way.” Provided they trusted him, the scout would lead them back towards the makeshift camp.
Juno There trekked the Velmerys Dragoons, but where was the rest of Juno’s column, Antius wondered. It was unfortunate to see her expeditionary forces in such small numbers. Nevertheless, the addition of this mounted column would serve Alexios well if he wanted any chance to escape the Saracid Empire.
“General Ambrosia,” called Antius, second-in-command of the Leopard Cavalry. “It is I, Antius, Alexios’ man. We are gathered nearby.” Antius would show the Velmerys soldiers where Alexios was encamped.
Euclid and Juno Although his camp seemed well secluded, Juno and Euclid would both know it was only a matter of time before the Shahanshah's forces found them. Where the Leopard Cavalry appeared remarkable before the battle, they were now noticeably weary and sullen. The defeat at Cireen had cut deep into their pride.
The horses were being fed, watered, and groom; the mounted corps had to use this time to care for the mounts before they were forced to move on. A handful of others were maintaining their battle-tested war gear, while a select few were watching the surroundings of the hidden camp.
Alexios was busy conversing with his subordinates when Juno and Euclid were brought within. A sense of heightened morale could be felt throughout the encampment when the allies arrived. “General Juno! Euclid!” sparked Alexios as he paced towards them. “I don’t have the words…” he began. “Cireen was… an unfortunate debacle. Please,” he motioned towards the center of the camp, “have your men rest. Just don’t light any fires. We can’t stay here long, but we can use this time to recuperate.”
Once they were settled in, Antius was ordered to bring both Juno and Euclid together to meet with Alexios. “Not far from here is N’ron, a fortress belonging to Eres II, Satrap of Eskera.” The prince let the information sink in; they would know Eres II as the Saracid whose reinforcements never arrived. “I am not sure if he is friend of foe. His army never arrived on the field of battle, but he likewise did not assist Daamus. Should we march south Daamus main force will destroy us. We have no choice but to march through Askera; the only question which remains… how should we deal with Eres? We need food and water, and as Satrap he could certainly aid us as he promised to before; but we must be wary of his allegiances, for he may betray us again. Alternatively, we could attempt to avoid contact and move around N’ron.”
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Euclid Chrysanthos
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 35
Physical Description: The model of a seasoned campaigner, Euclid is rather weathered from the near constant warfare he has seen. Old scars are joined by fresher, angrier ones on his muscular yet wiry frame. Often dirty from the dust of foreign roads and distant climates, haggardness is evident in his sunken face and green eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Euclid almost always wears his worn beige tunic, though rumors are that it actually started off as being white. His worn sandals have metal studs hammered into the bottom to help with grip on soaked battlefields, and in colder climes he'll have a linen wrapping around his feet and shins. He has a small green wrap for foul weather and cold, and uses a walking stick to help with a limp that will act up in the cold.
For battle he wears a linothorax with bronze scales sowed around the mid section, and a bronze phrygian helm with cheek guards designed to look like a beard. His primary weapon is a falcata with the pommel designed to look like a horse's head. For added protection he carries a thyreos shield.
Slung across his back on marches is his bedroll, the only home he can claim.
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Allegiances: Drakon Despotate
Registered: Jan 31, 2019 17:42:45 GMT -8
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Post by Euclid Chrysanthos on Feb 6, 2019 20:52:52 GMT -8
A rather subdued cheer seemed to erupt from the column when the rider in leopard appeared, partially due to the lack of water affecting everyone's moods and the fact the leopard cavalry got out with relatively light casualties while they had held the field with honor as long as they could. Of the three hundred Phalangites that had followed Euclid to that fateful field, only half were still in any fighting shape, and this number included the walking wounded. The others were the occupants of the carts.
If the scout expected the column to pick up their pace any, he would be sorely disappointed. Reduced to a straggling pace they eventually limped into the camp, though their own morale seemed rather sour compared to the Leopard's own. A noticeable air of contempt from the infantry wafted towards the cavalry, though it wasn't shared towards the Dragoons. They had suffered near as much as they had and had earned their battlefield honors.
Euclid threw his shield and spear he had picked up from the battlefield on the ground, and practically tore off his helmet as he dunked his entire face into a water trough near the heart of the camp, joining several of his own men as they did the same. Even if it was for horses, they frankly did not care. Water was water, and they had drunk worse than before.
Exhaustion, dehydration, disappointment, so many things seemed to be pushed away as he drunk with his entire face submerged, before lifting up and throwing back his soaked golden locks with his fingers. Despite them being soaked, they still retained the soft curls that were ever present.
He dunked his face several more times before finally getting off his knees, letting out a low groan as he felt a particular achy knob on his knee begin to get irritated from the past few days. He waved over an attendant who came running with Euclid's staff, one of the few things he refused to leave on the retreat. Leaning heavily on the staff as he hobbled over to the command tent.
A dark glare from Euclid's emerald green eyes greeted Alexios as he approached him and Juno... and ordered them not to light fires. That would not do. He had several good men and boys in those carts that needed to make their journey to the gods, and he wouldn't allow some Daamus poutsa have the pleasure of mutilating the corpses of true heroes. "The gamo we won't light fires for our dead." He said crossly, his tone letting Alexios know this would be one thing Euclid wouldn't budge on as he kept hobbling towards the tent.
A deeply vicious glare greeted Alexios' lieutenants as Euclid pushed the flap of the tent open with his staff, and shooed a particularly young looking pretty boy out of a chair for him to claim. Sitting heavily, he rested his hands on the top of his staff and his head on his hands, closing his eyes as he listened. It seemed he was too tired to even keep his head up to a casual observer, but to those that knew Euclid well enough would know this was his usual way of sitting.
"And why should we trust this kako to even be able to lace his sandals right?" he asked annoyed, not bothering to open his eyes as he put his two drachma in.
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Prince Alexios
Established
The Leopard Prince
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 28
Physical Description: Alexios has swept-back, dark brown, neck-length hair. He has olive skin, dark brown eyes, and maintains moderate facial hair. He stands slightly above six feet and weighs 180 lbs, sporting an athletic body build.
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Clothes and Equipment: The most striking piece of Alexios' apparel is his leopard-cape. All cavalrymen within his mercenary company wear similar cloaks, owing to their name: the Leopards.
In addition, Alexios also wears a set of bronze armor: helmet (Corinthian-style), cuirass, shoulderguards, vambraces, and greaves.
In battle Alexios generally wields a xyston, xiphos, and a round shield.
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Allegiances: The Leopards
Registered: Jan 27, 2019 4:52:43 GMT -8
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Post by Prince Alexios on Feb 24, 2019 8:14:03 GMT -8
"We are secluded for now, Euclid; we should not draw attention to ourselves with fire and smoke. But I sympathize with your reasons, and won't protest if you feel the need to light them." Alexious hoped this would calm the man down; there was no point in arguing with the man, even if his actions might prompt an earlier response by the nearby Saracids.
"Tell us," Alexios continued, looking towards Euclid, "should we parley at the fortress, or bide our time to focus on the dead?"
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Euclid Chrysanthos
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 35
Physical Description: The model of a seasoned campaigner, Euclid is rather weathered from the near constant warfare he has seen. Old scars are joined by fresher, angrier ones on his muscular yet wiry frame. Often dirty from the dust of foreign roads and distant climates, haggardness is evident in his sunken face and green eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Euclid almost always wears his worn beige tunic, though rumors are that it actually started off as being white. His worn sandals have metal studs hammered into the bottom to help with grip on soaked battlefields, and in colder climes he'll have a linen wrapping around his feet and shins. He has a small green wrap for foul weather and cold, and uses a walking stick to help with a limp that will act up in the cold.
For battle he wears a linothorax with bronze scales sowed around the mid section, and a bronze phrygian helm with cheek guards designed to look like a beard. His primary weapon is a falcata with the pommel designed to look like a horse's head. For added protection he carries a thyreos shield.
Slung across his back on marches is his bedroll, the only home he can claim.
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Allegiances: Drakon Despotate
Registered: Jan 31, 2019 17:42:45 GMT -8
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Post by Euclid Chrysanthos on Feb 28, 2019 18:40:25 GMT -8
There was a heavy silence for several minutes as the question was deferred to Euclid. It seemed the eyes of the entire tent swiveled to his haggard, apparently barely conscious man that appeared to be dozing. In fact, his breathing seemed to level, as evidenced by the rising and falling of the linothorax, as if he truly did fall asleep. Truly no one could blame him, he had been leading a column for several days and this was truly the first time he could rest.
Perhaps just to ensure that their guest hadn't fallen asleep the pretty boy officer cautiously, perhaps a bit nervously, placed his hand on Euclid's shoulder in an effort to shake him awake. In a heartbeat he was jumping back, recoiling as he pulled his hand away from the wooden staff that seemed to break the laws of movement and cracked on his hand. Euclid didn't even bother to open his eyes, but instead issued his statement, "No respect in this day for thought. The Poet would have some lines for you moros."
He did open his eyes to regard Alexios, emeralds glinting with maybe a bit of playfulness mixed with irritation, "You're the Prince, and therefore the Kingliest of all us, and ultimately the decision lies with you. But the Kingliest of the Danaans did consult with his generals underneath Ilium's white walls, so I applaud your wisdom in this. If we wish to avoid the arrows of Phoebus Apollon and the wrath of Thanatos, we should give our dead their proper regards to the underworld."
He then closed his eyes again, readjusting back to his earlier position.
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Prince Alexios
Established
The Leopard Prince
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 28
Physical Description: Alexios has swept-back, dark brown, neck-length hair. He has olive skin, dark brown eyes, and maintains moderate facial hair. He stands slightly above six feet and weighs 180 lbs, sporting an athletic body build.
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Clothes and Equipment: The most striking piece of Alexios' apparel is his leopard-cape. All cavalrymen within his mercenary company wear similar cloaks, owing to their name: the Leopards.
In addition, Alexios also wears a set of bronze armor: helmet (Corinthian-style), cuirass, shoulderguards, vambraces, and greaves.
In battle Alexios generally wields a xyston, xiphos, and a round shield.
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Allegiances: The Leopards
Registered: Jan 27, 2019 4:52:43 GMT -8
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Post by Prince Alexios on Mar 17, 2019 4:30:09 GMT -8
Alexios leaned back in his chair, resting his chin in one palm to consider Euclid’s response. He was wise, Alexios thought, and as seasoned as he was his opinion should matter. And at the end of the day it would be morale that counted - and going forward with Euclid’s request of proper burials would no doubt improve the morale of those men gathered in the camp.
After considering all of this and weighing his options, the Prince finally leaned forward once more and spoke. “Very well. We shall give our fallen brothers the respect they deserve; they have, after all, earned a proper farewell.”
Alexios looked towards Euclid specifically. “Please, proceed with your plans. We will keep a close watch on our surroundings and repel the enemy should they attack.”
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Euclid Chrysanthos
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 35
Physical Description: The model of a seasoned campaigner, Euclid is rather weathered from the near constant warfare he has seen. Old scars are joined by fresher, angrier ones on his muscular yet wiry frame. Often dirty from the dust of foreign roads and distant climates, haggardness is evident in his sunken face and green eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Euclid almost always wears his worn beige tunic, though rumors are that it actually started off as being white. His worn sandals have metal studs hammered into the bottom to help with grip on soaked battlefields, and in colder climes he'll have a linen wrapping around his feet and shins. He has a small green wrap for foul weather and cold, and uses a walking stick to help with a limp that will act up in the cold.
For battle he wears a linothorax with bronze scales sowed around the mid section, and a bronze phrygian helm with cheek guards designed to look like a beard. His primary weapon is a falcata with the pommel designed to look like a horse's head. For added protection he carries a thyreos shield.
Slung across his back on marches is his bedroll, the only home he can claim.
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Allegiances: Drakon Despotate
Registered: Jan 31, 2019 17:42:45 GMT -8
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Post by Euclid Chrysanthos on Mar 19, 2019 19:20:54 GMT -8
Euclid nodded, not opening his eyes as he did, "And we greatly appreciate your support. I'll get to my duties," he groaned as he pulled himself up with his staff, having to pause for several moments to steady himself on his feet and staff. Leaning heavily on his support, he managed to hobble his way out of the tent and back to the brutally oppressive heat.
For several thoughts he cursed the day he ever left Ainos, even if it was a backwater and would've left him a destitute goat herd and little more. Perhaps it would've been better that way, he certainly wouldn't be as battered and bruised as he was. But no man could fight their fate, and wishing to do otherwise was a useless endeavor. The worst punishments meted out by the gods were to those who had attempted to trick them, and trying to change your path was considered trickery.
While he was ruminating on these thoughts, he managed to finally hobble towards his party and their feverish activities. Apparently even without permission they were preparing to have the funerals, gathering wood, kindling, tinder. Even if it would have turned out to be insubordination, Euclid would have supported their efforts. Luckily though, it would be sanctioned.
Within a few hours the pyres had been built, though the lack of wood required multiple bodies per pyre. There were worst disgraces to afford these soldiers, and they were given the correct amount to pay the ferryman: two silver coins on their eyes.
As the sun began to set, those who could stand of the Phalangites surrounded the pyres, all having removed their helmets but keeping their armor on and weapons at their feet. If there was a priest present, usually some words would be spoken of the gods, fate, and the afterworld, but no priest was present, and Euclid had no patience to give a eulogy. With a nod the pyres were lit, very quickly roaring into individual infernos.
In better circumstances feasting and games would also accompany the funeral, but seeing as they were low on supplies and everyone was exhausted, it was mutually agreed without speaking that their rations would be feast enough, and their dreams would be all the games they could wish for and more.
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Prince Alexios
Established
The Leopard Prince
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 28
Physical Description: Alexios has swept-back, dark brown, neck-length hair. He has olive skin, dark brown eyes, and maintains moderate facial hair. He stands slightly above six feet and weighs 180 lbs, sporting an athletic body build.
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Clothes and Equipment: The most striking piece of Alexios' apparel is his leopard-cape. All cavalrymen within his mercenary company wear similar cloaks, owing to their name: the Leopards.
In addition, Alexios also wears a set of bronze armor: helmet (Corinthian-style), cuirass, shoulderguards, vambraces, and greaves.
In battle Alexios generally wields a xyston, xiphos, and a round shield.
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Allegiances: The Leopards
Registered: Jan 27, 2019 4:52:43 GMT -8
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Post by Prince Alexios on Mar 22, 2019 11:59:21 GMT -8
Alexios’ men assisted Euclid’s party with the preparations. A small number of them had been posted as watchmen, for loyal retainers of Eres II were certainly privy to the commotion and liable to investigate.
A somber mood hung over the camp. Such processions were bittersweet, Alexios thought, for although brothers-in-arms had fallen they were now being ferried into the afterlife. It was all thanks to the wearied Euclid, of course, and for his austerity on the matter Alexios held the man in high regard.
The pyres would burn through the night, and the souls of vanquished would rise higher than even the smoke.
The Prince did not find any rest throughout the night. He could hear the stirring of his watchmen as they reported to their superiors. There was also the ever-present concern that he and his warriors might have to defend against a midnight raid. Alexios reluctantly climbed out of his cot in the early morning hours to find his officers.
“Any news?” he’d ask, only to hear of reports of unidentifiable parties flocking to N’ron. There was a chance they were deserters from the battle, but the most probable explanation was reinforcements for the garrison. They knew of their enemy’s presence and were preparing to face them.
Just as the sun began to perch itself on the eastern mountains two riders were spotted heading towards the camp. They came with an olive branch extended above their heads. The watchmen reported their presence to Alexios directly:
“Warriors from N’ron, my Prince. They wish to parley with... Araces.”
Alexios looked at the Leopard-clad soldier surprisingly. “Araces?”
“Aye; perhaps they believe he is still alive.”
“Hm. Very well. Return to the riders and tell them that we will meet them shortly.” The watchman nodded and followed his orders while Alexios went to find Euclid.
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Euclid Chrysanthos
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 35
Physical Description: The model of a seasoned campaigner, Euclid is rather weathered from the near constant warfare he has seen. Old scars are joined by fresher, angrier ones on his muscular yet wiry frame. Often dirty from the dust of foreign roads and distant climates, haggardness is evident in his sunken face and green eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Euclid almost always wears his worn beige tunic, though rumors are that it actually started off as being white. His worn sandals have metal studs hammered into the bottom to help with grip on soaked battlefields, and in colder climes he'll have a linen wrapping around his feet and shins. He has a small green wrap for foul weather and cold, and uses a walking stick to help with a limp that will act up in the cold.
For battle he wears a linothorax with bronze scales sowed around the mid section, and a bronze phrygian helm with cheek guards designed to look like a beard. His primary weapon is a falcata with the pommel designed to look like a horse's head. For added protection he carries a thyreos shield.
Slung across his back on marches is his bedroll, the only home he can claim.
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Allegiances: Drakon Despotate
Registered: Jan 31, 2019 17:42:45 GMT -8
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Post by Euclid Chrysanthos on Mar 31, 2019 12:39:36 GMT -8
"Fucking deserts, bake you in the day, freeze you at night," grumbled the sun haired Euclid as he huddled under his threadbare blanket, it having lost its warmth several years ago. Or perhaps it did offer some warmth but his circulation was so bad that it froze through. Either way, he needed to have his humors rebalanced when he next got to a proper physician, not what these barbarians considered one.
He rose rather early in the predawn hours, mostly due to the cold, but also because he just couldn't sleep from the innumerable aches and pains crowding for attention in his body. A needle driven in through his kneecap, a hammer smashing his back, an elephant pressing onto his chest, all conspired to keep him from his desired rest. It was moments like these, along with many others, that made him regret choosing the life of a wanderer, having no house to claim as his own and no servants to care for these. He lay on his bunk still for some time, trying to regain some life that seemed far too easy to lose but impossible to regain.
A knock on the tent door revealed a lieutenant bearing a clay lamp, having heard the rustling and knowing what it meant. Rubbing his hands together as Euclid shifted onto his front, the began to kneed and push and pull on the whole of Euclid's near limp form, each movement seeming to erupt with a series of pops and cracks of relief, if only temporary. Euclid groaned and sighed happily through his compatriot's work, the short term pain of the pops fading into blissful numbness. "I would be lost without you Aulis," he muttered into the cot, as the last particularly painful joint seemed to disappear.
A simple unseen nod reported his understanding, and soon he exited the tent, carrying the artificial light with him, but revealing the natural as he pinned the tent door open. Rejuvenated, Euclid rose to do his daily stretching with his men as a proud Drakonate did: in the buff, showing he was still in rather good physical shape despite the aches and pains. It was here that Alexios found Euclid, limbering up for the day ahead, making up for having lost time to do that while on the march. A rather annoyed and sweaty Euclid turned to face Alexios, irritated that his morning routine had been disturbed, "How can this servant assist you sir ," he asked, not bothering to cover any.
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Prince Alexios
Established
The Leopard Prince
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 28
Physical Description: Alexios has swept-back, dark brown, neck-length hair. He has olive skin, dark brown eyes, and maintains moderate facial hair. He stands slightly above six feet and weighs 180 lbs, sporting an athletic body build.
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Clothes and Equipment: The most striking piece of Alexios' apparel is his leopard-cape. All cavalrymen within his mercenary company wear similar cloaks, owing to their name: the Leopards.
In addition, Alexios also wears a set of bronze armor: helmet (Corinthian-style), cuirass, shoulderguards, vambraces, and greaves.
In battle Alexios generally wields a xyston, xiphos, and a round shield.
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Allegiances: The Leopards
Registered: Jan 27, 2019 4:52:43 GMT -8
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Post by Prince Alexios on Mar 31, 2019 13:26:59 GMT -8
If Alexios looked at Euclid's nether regions it was only accidental, and it was so quick that the latter would not even notice (no homo). Pretending to focus on other goings-on around the camp, the Leopard Prince said "representatives of N'ron have approached the camp under an olive branch. They want to see Araces..." The Prince allowed the words to sink in for a moment, giving Euclid time to process the request. "Perhaps they are playing a trick on us, or perhaps news of Araces' death has yet to reach them. In any case, we should meet with these men as soon as we can." With or without clothes... Alexios thought.
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Euclid Chrysanthos
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 35
Physical Description: The model of a seasoned campaigner, Euclid is rather weathered from the near constant warfare he has seen. Old scars are joined by fresher, angrier ones on his muscular yet wiry frame. Often dirty from the dust of foreign roads and distant climates, haggardness is evident in his sunken face and green eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Euclid almost always wears his worn beige tunic, though rumors are that it actually started off as being white. His worn sandals have metal studs hammered into the bottom to help with grip on soaked battlefields, and in colder climes he'll have a linen wrapping around his feet and shins. He has a small green wrap for foul weather and cold, and uses a walking stick to help with a limp that will act up in the cold.
For battle he wears a linothorax with bronze scales sowed around the mid section, and a bronze phrygian helm with cheek guards designed to look like a beard. His primary weapon is a falcata with the pommel designed to look like a horse's head. For added protection he carries a thyreos shield.
Slung across his back on marches is his bedroll, the only home he can claim.
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Allegiances: Drakon Despotate
Registered: Jan 31, 2019 17:42:45 GMT -8
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Post by Euclid Chrysanthos on Apr 23, 2019 17:07:33 GMT -8
Euclid shook his head at the cause for the interruption. Damned N'ronians, never knowing when to leave a person well enough alone. He would tell them where to stick their spears, but he would prefer sticking them himself. And if Alexios had looked at his nethers he wouldn't mind, seeing as it was not uncommon for two men who respected each other greatly to express that in... other forms.
But Euclid did not respect Alexios, but that didn't matter now. All they needed to do was survive, and afterwards never take on the same contract with the bastard. Or at the very least die a good death and cross the river as heroes. Finally he sighed, nodding his head as he answered with irritation soaking his tone, "I'll meet you over there, after I finish here."
He turned away from Alexios and went back to finishing stretching, still taking his sweet time to get ready. After about another fifteen minutes he had begun to walk over to the ambassador's party, dressed in his well worn tunic and carrying his staff, not yet leaning on it but feeling it would most certainly be needed before the day was through.
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Prince Alexios
Established
The Leopard Prince
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 28
Physical Description: Alexios has swept-back, dark brown, neck-length hair. He has olive skin, dark brown eyes, and maintains moderate facial hair. He stands slightly above six feet and weighs 180 lbs, sporting an athletic body build.
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Clothes and Equipment: The most striking piece of Alexios' apparel is his leopard-cape. All cavalrymen within his mercenary company wear similar cloaks, owing to their name: the Leopards.
In addition, Alexios also wears a set of bronze armor: helmet (Corinthian-style), cuirass, shoulderguards, vambraces, and greaves.
In battle Alexios generally wields a xyston, xiphos, and a round shield.
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Allegiances: The Leopards
Registered: Jan 27, 2019 4:52:43 GMT -8
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Post by Prince Alexios on May 5, 2019 9:48:11 GMT -8
As soon as Alexios and Euclid were assembled before the two N'ronian messengers the actual meeting commenced. The ambassadors had requested a private meeting, and so the Leopard Prince sent the watchmen and guards away.
"I am Prince Alexios," he began, and would allow Euclid to introduce himself. If he did not, then the Prince would go on with "and this is my ally, Euclid Chrysanthos." But almost as soon as these introductions were out of the way the two N'ronians scoffed.
"We requested to see Araces, and yet he has not been brought before us. Is the filthy usurper so distraught at his loss that he cannot stand the sight of his enemies? Why does he send a crippled-beggar and a pretender-prince to make words with the enemy he has made by his own actions? I have seen chieftains of the hill-tribes dressed better than you," the man pointed at Alexios. "And my soldiers have raped old women with better composure than... what is he, your cup-bearer?" they inquired about Euclid.
The other N'ronian urged his steed forward and began speaking, "you will not open your mouths again. You will return to your camp and inform Araces that he must speak with us at once or face destruction at the hands of Eres II. Unless..." the messenger smiled, "the usurper has been slain...?"
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Euclid Chrysanthos
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 35
Physical Description: The model of a seasoned campaigner, Euclid is rather weathered from the near constant warfare he has seen. Old scars are joined by fresher, angrier ones on his muscular yet wiry frame. Often dirty from the dust of foreign roads and distant climates, haggardness is evident in his sunken face and green eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Euclid almost always wears his worn beige tunic, though rumors are that it actually started off as being white. His worn sandals have metal studs hammered into the bottom to help with grip on soaked battlefields, and in colder climes he'll have a linen wrapping around his feet and shins. He has a small green wrap for foul weather and cold, and uses a walking stick to help with a limp that will act up in the cold.
For battle he wears a linothorax with bronze scales sowed around the mid section, and a bronze phrygian helm with cheek guards designed to look like a beard. His primary weapon is a falcata with the pommel designed to look like a horse's head. For added protection he carries a thyreos shield.
Slung across his back on marches is his bedroll, the only home he can claim.
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Allegiances: Drakon Despotate
Registered: Jan 31, 2019 17:42:45 GMT -8
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Post by Euclid Chrysanthos on May 7, 2019 15:59:02 GMT -8
The brief pause in conversation where Euclid refused to introduce himself could be construed as impolite to those who did not know his ways, and they would be somewhat correct. These messengers were not worthy of knowing who he was or his lineage, and even still the names and exploits would be lost on them. Besides, even if he had told them the stories of his ancestors they would be there for much longer than he wanted, which even standing now was still too long.
He did mutter under his breath, so they couldn't hear his curses while they insulted him, "Impudent barbarians."
Alexios' cup bearer!? Alexios's CUP BEARER? That was one insult too many, and a far more grievous one. He was his own man, made his own name and legacy. He was not beholden to any but himself and the gods, who certainly would understand his slight of diplomatic protocol.
He did not have his sword, but he had his walking stick, a hefty and solid piece of wood that could do considerable damage. A flash of motion erupted from him, as he shifted from supporting himself on the stick, and threw it at the closest diplomat akin to a javelin with all his considerable might.
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Prince Alexios
Established
The Leopard Prince
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 28
Physical Description: Alexios has swept-back, dark brown, neck-length hair. He has olive skin, dark brown eyes, and maintains moderate facial hair. He stands slightly above six feet and weighs 180 lbs, sporting an athletic body build.
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Clothes and Equipment: The most striking piece of Alexios' apparel is his leopard-cape. All cavalrymen within his mercenary company wear similar cloaks, owing to their name: the Leopards.
In addition, Alexios also wears a set of bronze armor: helmet (Corinthian-style), cuirass, shoulderguards, vambraces, and greaves.
In battle Alexios generally wields a xyston, xiphos, and a round shield.
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Allegiances: The Leopards
Registered: Jan 27, 2019 4:52:43 GMT -8
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Post by Prince Alexios on May 10, 2019 11:41:30 GMT -8
No amount of training would have prepared the messengers for Euclid's sudden and unexpected attack, especially as he did not appear a threat to either man. Thus, the wooden staff-turned-javelin flew straight and true to its intended target. "Oof!" the rider was hit so hard that he fell from his horse; his hands still clutched the reins, and as his steed panicked it drug him a short distance before he let it go.
"Infidel!" cried the other N'ronian, drawing a curved sword and urging his mount towards Euclid. Although Alexios was surprised at the sudden onset of events, he managed to react in time to grab the messenger and attempt to pull him from his horse. That short struggle was improvised and messy, resulting in a minor cut on Alexios' arm. The Leopard Prince was busy restraining the messenger's armed hand and keeping him pinned on the ground.
The fellow that Euclid had struck had scrambled to his feet as quick as he could and drew a shamshir. "You will pay for your insolence, beggar!" he cried towards him. After closing the distance the opponent attempted to deliver a light thrust to Euclid's chest.
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Sheikh Rashid Al-Shahran
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 32
Physical Description: Rashid is on the smaller side for most "heroic" warriors, coming in at a paltry 5'10". He is also rather lithe, the nomadic lifestyle of the Bedouin tribes lending itself to a leaner, more cardiac fit build. He is considered dark-skinned, even amongst the people of his tribe, who themselves are on the darker end of the skin tone spectrum.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the garb of his people, little in the way of the armor save for a pair of bracers and some leg guards. Most of his clothing is white, to better reflect the heat of his home, as well as lightweight, to prevent overheating on long journeys. He wields a scimitar and a shield, the latter rare amongst the peoples of the desert. He possesses no magical equipment of note, save for an enchanted necklace bearing the symbol of his tribe. The nature of the necklace is unknown.
Registered: Apr 17, 2017 14:05:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sheikh Rashid Al-Shahran on May 10, 2019 12:26:44 GMT -8
The fight for Cireen had not gone well for the tribesmen of Shahran. Ranging far out on the flanks of Daamus's army, they found themselves cut off from the main army by the sudden shift in the battle. Sheikh Rashid Al-Shahran, leader of the Shahran tribe and long time enemy of the Shahanshah, led his light cavalry around the enemy army in a desperate bid for freedom that saw 80% of his men as casualties. Only 200 of his desert raiders now accompanied him as he rode into the rebel encampment at last.
The Sheikh and his men were filthy, several horses collapsing on the stop at their first rest in 2 days. Many of his riders were not far behind them, and he waved them on to set up a temporary encampment. He looked around for someone who looked even remotely knowledgeable and waved them over.
"You there! Who is in charge of the Army now? What is the state of things?" He demanded, patience worn thin already.
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Juno Ambrosia
New
General of the Velmerian Expeditionary Army
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 30
Physical Description:
Tanned skin from the many years of leading the Expeditionary Army, Juno is conventionally attractive, if the target audience loves a hardened warfighter. Her black hair is twisted into a sidewinding ponytail, pulled over her left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment:
The Velmerian Expeditionary Army is fitted with low-cost equipment, usually found on the far-off colonies of the Velmerian empire. The General's attire fits this to a degree, though it is kept and maintained at a higher standard.
A sword and shield of unique design, gifted to her when the title of General was given to her by Queen Velmerys.
She also owns a bow, one of her own design.
Allegiances: Velmerys Imperium
Registered: Feb 2, 2019 7:52:43 GMT -8
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Post by Juno Ambrosia on May 16, 2019 15:10:40 GMT -8
Those of the 7th Dragoons were pacing about, letting their mounts rest, in the early morning. While the other two commanding officers found themselves busy elsewhere, General Ambrosia found herself busy with marking what resources they had and setting up a pattern of watch that treated the three different "armies" fairly.
With the burst of yelling, she raised her head, and looked to one of the Velmerian sergeants warily steeping closer to the newcomer. She noticed other Velmerians had taken note of the newcomer, they loosened weapons and brandished whatever they could find close at hand, at the prospect of a fight.
"Now, now!" Ambrosia called, reaching the pair in a light jog, "We are all wary from the fight, commander, there is no need to lose your head to this business." Juno waved away her sergeant, so that she may speak with the newcomer semi-privately.
"Prince Alexios runs what is left of our forces, he and the commander of the Drakonate are further in-camp. I am General Ambrosia, commanding officer of the Velmerian forces residing here." She explained coolly, calmly, they did not need any hot-heads about.
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Euclid Chrysanthos
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 35
Physical Description: The model of a seasoned campaigner, Euclid is rather weathered from the near constant warfare he has seen. Old scars are joined by fresher, angrier ones on his muscular yet wiry frame. Often dirty from the dust of foreign roads and distant climates, haggardness is evident in his sunken face and green eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Euclid almost always wears his worn beige tunic, though rumors are that it actually started off as being white. His worn sandals have metal studs hammered into the bottom to help with grip on soaked battlefields, and in colder climes he'll have a linen wrapping around his feet and shins. He has a small green wrap for foul weather and cold, and uses a walking stick to help with a limp that will act up in the cold.
For battle he wears a linothorax with bronze scales sowed around the mid section, and a bronze phrygian helm with cheek guards designed to look like a beard. His primary weapon is a falcata with the pommel designed to look like a horse's head. For added protection he carries a thyreos shield.
Slung across his back on marches is his bedroll, the only home he can claim.
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Allegiances: Drakon Despotate
Registered: Jan 31, 2019 17:42:45 GMT -8
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Post by Euclid Chrysanthos on May 16, 2019 15:24:52 GMT -8
Euclid chased after the drug rider, grabbing his walking stick as he ran by. If the messenger truly believed he was a crippled beggar he would be sorely disappointed, especially after his morning stretch when he felt the best. He wielded the stout pole with both hands as he squared his stance, pushing away the thrust as he stopped. He swung the pole low in a counter, at the feet of the messenger.
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