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Post by The Kingdom of Audria on Nov 14, 2015 6:34:32 GMT -8
Salem Mustering Field
A large gathering area on the eastern side of Salem, intended for the forces of the Brotherhood for when they begin their campaign into the Eastern March.
It is a large, open grassy field, with a single freshwater stream flowing south. There are some permanent structures here for mess halls, armories, and towers, but much of the area remains open for tents and other things.
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King Konrad I von Audria
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Roleplay posts: 61 
Age: 38
Physical Description: Tall, strong, and stern, the Hochmeister embodies all that a knight should be physically capable of. He has a clean-cut, stern face, with wide dark blue eyes, a sharp jaw, and short dark hair. He's taller than most individuals throughout Vessex, and rivals the Asgeirian Varan in terms of strength and posture. He's certainly an intimidating man.
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 13:14:16 GMT -8
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Post by King Konrad I von Audria on Nov 14, 2015 6:47:33 GMT -8
"Adrian, I want you to patrol the camp. Keep our 'friends' in check," the Hochmeister told his Komtur, in reference to the wild groups of mercenaries who were hired by the Brotherhood. "Heinrich, Gustav, I need the two of you looking over the training of our men. Wolfgang, do what you do best, inspire our troops and instill them with the courage. Dietrich... you just stay with me." The three Komturs and the Priest nodded, and with a simple "yes sir" exited the tent accordingly to carry out their duties. The Hochmeister collapsed back into his chair, which sat behind a desk. Dietrich, the OrdenMarschall of the Brotherhood, remained in position behind him, at attention. "And what now, Konrad? When do we head out," Dietrich asked eagerly. The Sadist's bloodlust could not be sated. "Easy, my old friend," Konrad said, "I assure you, the time will come. But I implore you to exercise restraint for when that time comes. Your... methods have caused some complications for the Order, especially in the Free City. We've earned the ire of Andraste Ruana, who could have been powerful ally to our cause." "I would crush the skull of that she-bit-" "Hush now, my friend," Konrad barked at his lesser, "she's extremely powerful, and not even the combination of your rage and blade could hope to match her in combat. She'd break you like a twig, if Adrian's reports were correct. She's not someone we want fighting against us. Adrian said she stood against a massive giant. Could you believe that?" "Pfft. It is no matter. Everyone bleeds." Konrad shook his head, disappointed. It seemed the 'good man' that was imprisoned beneath all of Dietrich's hatred was forever suppressed. Still, maybe there was some hope. "No matter. There's still the issue of these... mercenaries. I believe they'll be arriving shortly." |
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Kinzokan Krypt
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Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 14, 2015 12:35:03 GMT -8
Krypt rode down into the mustering field upon a black horse larger than any other steed that many of the men there would have ever seen. It was fitting, considering Krypt himself had almost two feet and twice as much muscle on most men, and only such a powerful horse could carry him into battle. A thick fur cloak lay around his shoulders, and a large spear tipped with some form of bone-craft blade was held firmly in the right hand that was resting down by his side.
He pulled the reigns, bringing his steed to a halt just long enough to push his hair back away from his face and get a good look at the gathered army. It seemed strong enough; it was about to become stronger. Within moments, he set off again in a trot, pulling from his cloak the notice with a request for mercenaries, and he cast it down at the nearest soldier for an explanation for his presence.
"When do we march?" He called out, his voice a boom. "I have other matters I would like to attend to, so I will win this battle quickly."
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King Konrad I von Audria
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 38
Physical Description: Tall, strong, and stern, the Hochmeister embodies all that a knight should be physically capable of. He has a clean-cut, stern face, with wide dark blue eyes, a sharp jaw, and short dark hair. He's taller than most individuals throughout Vessex, and rivals the Asgeirian Varan in terms of strength and posture. He's certainly an intimidating man.
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 13:14:16 GMT -8
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Post by King Konrad I von Audria on Nov 16, 2015 15:36:02 GMT -8
Konrad exited the tent, the tall and intimidating Dietrich behind him. There, through the white cloaks, shining steel swords, and white steeds, was an interesting being. He was easy to distinguish with his black horse and fur cloak. "When I hire mercenaries... these are the kind I am looking for," Konrad tells Dietrich, who just grunts in response. "Come now, let us meet this man." Konrad motioned to a nearby young man, a squire, who held the reins of his white horse.
Konrad and Dietrich approached Krypt on foot just as he was asking when the army marches. "We march now," Konrad said in a commanding tone. "The mercenaries are accounted for, the Knights are rested, and the volunteers trained. Now, sound the bugle."
Dietrich pulled a horn from his side and blew into it. At the sound of it, the Knight-Brothers and other volunteers quickly got up to prepare to march eastward, into the Eastern March. Metal clanged, weapons jingled, and the sound of thousands of footsteps filled the air. Beds were rolled and tents taken down, horses saddled and swords sheathed.
By that time Konrad motioned for the squire to bring his horse up. He pulled himself up, a tall man he was, but the size of Krypt's horse made them almost equal in height. "Come with me, mercenary. You've a certain... look about you. Along the way, you can tell me what you want to be paid in."
Konrad and Dietrich would trot to the front of the Knights who were gathering, leading the full force of the army east.
[Exit to Vorstuga River - Wickan Fortifications]
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Silas
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Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Nov 16, 2015 16:03:32 GMT -8
Silas had managed to get lost on the way to the Mustering grounds. He had finished his booze and was contemplating a nap under a bush when he heard the bugle blowing just on the other side of the shrub. "therrs my arrrmy," Silas slurred as he mad his way through the bushes.
Stepping out of the bushes Silas came face to face with the army and paused. It had been a long while sense he had seen such a sight and for the first time in a long time his blood began to heat up with real excitement. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as apprehension and fear joined in. Temporarily the emotional cocktail sobered him up. Unconsciously he straightened and for a moment looked more like a soldier then a deadbeat drunk. Then as the initial shock and adrenaline wore off the dull haze of a fading drunk returned. Silas slouched then swayed up to the first official looking person he saw. "We're leavin al'eady?"
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Andraste Ruana
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Roleplay posts: 244 
Age: 25
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Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Nov 19, 2015 21:38:04 GMT -8
Aside from her splendid red-and-gold robes, Andraste Ruana is unassuming and quiet among the mercenaries, which makes her presence all the more noticeable. While the others around her banter, socialise, and contest with one another, she stands motionless and silent, simply watching from beneath her hood with an impenetrable gaze and a slightly unnervingly placid smile, her hands folded within her sleeves. When the order is given to move out, she obliges, stepping off with the rest of the mercenaries, a single crimson spot in the sea of bronze, iron, and steel.
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