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Post by The Divine Empire of Vessia on Nov 22, 2016 18:38:53 GMT -8
Home to the Krast tribe, part of the larger Velik ethnic group. The people have had their only city razed recently and now live here, owing a very unstable allegiance to the Imperials, slowly training them to be more accustomed to the more guerrilla styled combat and perhaps finally to let them destroy their enemies.
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Post by Dietrich the Sadist on Dec 10, 2016 14:14:23 GMT -8
Cattle, cattle... farmer, farmer... hunter, hunter..." Dietrich repeated the words in his mind over and over. He was waiting for someone - anyone - to pass by. But they had to be from the Krast Wooden Fort. He specifically wanted some herdsmen, maybe with cattle or goats.
He and his Vongar horse-archers had taken up covert positions upon a ridge just near the road, the elevation and brush keeping them concealed. They were all lightly armored, with only bows and arrows. They were dressed in raggedy barbarian-esque clothing. Of the ten Vongar, one had remained some distance away, in a patch of woods, wherein the horses were stowed away.
One of the Vongar pushed against Dietrich's foot. "What're we looking for?"
Dietrich was silent. Then he spoke. "...just some wanderers." They would continue to wait until someone passed by...
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Post by The Divine Empire of Vessia on Dec 10, 2016 16:06:56 GMT -8
The area outside the fort would be quite uneventful, most of the Krast folk either within the forts or far away on other business. Eventually, he would see one more than two dozen of them walking to one of the gates. All would carry the same heavy four-piece armour sets but the ones at the front would have heavy bardiches whilst the ones behind them various bows and arbalests. The one clearly their leader would be carrying a bag clearly full of head from the hair and blood coming out.
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Post by Dietrich the Sadist on Dec 12, 2016 15:55:26 GMT -8
Dietrich and the Vongar, all lightly armored and hiding in the brush upon the ridge, remained in a prone position and kept their presence hidden.
"Heavy infantry," Dietrich whispered to himself when he first spotted the 25 Krastmen. The Vongar looked at him, his grim and terrifying face studying the retinue. "Heavy armor; heavy weapons. Some support." The wretched and barbed gears inside of Dietrich's twisted mind started to turn, grind, and squeal as he devised a plan. "String the bows-" he started to order quietly.
One of the Vongar looked at him and said "what? Look at that armor - those weapons! We're not outfitted for battle, sir-"
Dietrich looked over at the Vongar and grabbed him by the throat; his movement was surprisingly quick and quiet, like a snake. "Do as I say," he commanded, releasing his grip on the man and returning his hand to its original position. "String the bows. One volley, one taunt. After releasing, turn and run back to the horses. Jump on and flee through the forest; we'll lose'em there. If they follow, split up and meet back at the camp."
The Vongar who spoke out of order might have been angry at his new boss, but he at least approved of the plan. He nodded in agreement and strung an arrow, as did the other eight Vongar who were present - as soon as the Krastmen came into range.
Nine Vongar arrows strung to nine Vongar bows, probably some of the best archers in Swavia. They discreetly aimed at the 25 soldiers approaching the Wooden Fort and awaited Dietrich's command... It was nothing new to the Sadist - to kill without thinking of consequence...
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"Loose!"
Nine arrows flew straight and true to their targets, with the intention to kill or or at least injure nine of the Krast soldiers. Just before the arrows hit, the Vongar yelled out gibberish, which was suppose to sound like taunts. The perception was important: Vongar arrows, Vongar archers, and Vongar insults: Barbarians!
By the time the Krast soldiers would have known what was going on, the Vongar would have started to flee in the opposite direction, speeding back to the forest, hopping onto their horses and riding off as fast as possible. The heavy Krast infantry would not be nearly as fast as the lightly-equipped Vongar, not to mention they'd have to scale the hill first; the arablests and bowmen would have no line of sight since the Vongar were on the complete other side of the hill and then disappear into the forest...
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Post by The Divine Empire of Vessia on Dec 13, 2016 18:19:21 GMT -8
The arrows flew upon the unsuspecting men, striking them just as Dietrich hoped. One went into the eye of the leader, the man twitching in that sort of half living state that happens to those struck in the brain in just the right way. Four arrows went into one of the burlier men at the side one of them going deep into his thigh to make him topple over to the right. An arrow went into the firing mechanism of the only one reacting fast enough to try and fire his arbalest leaving the men with no retaliation. Four struck miscellaneous warriors harmlessly but one went into a man moving to try and help his allies. The men gave chase but they gave up as they went across the hill. The men cursed and went to get the healers. Clearly the barbarians were getting craftier to be so far in Swavia. The men screamed in fury, for they had lost one of their own. Even though the real march on Swavia was to happen much later, the Krast were mobilizing now.
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Post by Dietrich the Sadist on Dec 14, 2016 13:32:56 GMT -8
It took a few hours for Dietrich and his Vongar companions to make it back to his hidden camp. Once there, the men rested and discussed trivial matters. Ultimately, Dietrich opened a nearby chest that was full of gold. He shoved it towards his ten allies.
"This is yours," he said bluntly. "Take it." The payment was quite hefty, and would make the tribe these men belonged to quite wealthy.
The Vongar were allowed to leave, but Dietrich asked one man to stay behind, promising him even greater wealth.
Later that night Dietrich started to equip his armor. The Vongar looked on at him but didn't ask why he was putting his equipment on, rather he just warmed his hands by the fire.
"Ready for the last request?" Dietrich's gravel voice broke the silence. He picked up his crossbow and loaded it with a bolt.
The Vongar stood up and shrugged, "sure."
In a split second, the former OrdenMarschall pivoted and fired his crossbow at the Vongar's right thigh, striking it. He yelled out in pain and fell to the ground.
Dietrich slowly walked over with rope; one end was looped. The Vongar tried desperately scrambling away but the Brother Knight was upon him. The great man picked his steel-clad foot and slammed it down on the Vongar's knee, shattering the bone. The poor man cried out in pain. The Sadist put the noose around the man's neck and tightened it until he could barely breath. He suffocated only slightly, until his senses were heightened. The Knight then bound the man's hands and feet together, and threw the remaining rope over a tree branch. The Vongar was raised up, suspended.
"I don't like tribals," Dietrich said calmly. He took some firewood and threw it beneath the Vongar. "I don't like _you_." He took a burning piece of wood and started a fire beneath the Vongar. "You smell of shit and piss." The fire burned higher and the Vongar struggled to free himself. "I raped some of your women the last time I was here. Funny part is, I had just fought alongside their husbands." Dietrich laughed and his voice was now barely understandable. "They had no idea!" The fire burned higher and started to roast the bottom of the Vongar's feet...
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A tall, burly Knight of the Audrian Order rode towards the Krast Wooden Fort the next day. His dirty white cloak fluttered in the wind and the sun gleamed off of his helmet. On the back of his horse lay an unconscious Vongar warrior. When this Knight was received, he would tell the Krastmen:
"Caught this man and some of his boys trying to set up an ambush on the road. I overhead him speaking to his comrades about raiding the countryside in support of Queen Efyra. As a Knight of the Audrian Order, I took it upon myself to arrest this man when he was separated from the group. As this is the closest settlement, I figured I'd bring him in here."
Dietrich pulled a parchment from his saddlebag. "Here, this is the seal of the Adrian von Heschburg, your new Count. I can assure you, with Adrian in command, you'll never have to worry about these raiders again."
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Piotr Stanislawski
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Ever Loyal
Roleplay posts: 2 
Age: 33
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, he is a man with his chin removed and a metal prosthetic in place. The rest of him is relatively intact, a strong nose and cheeks about him accompanied by very short red hair and a well trimmed mustache and brown eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: A long bardiche, plate-mail, a longsword, two throwing axes, two throwing knives with a khanjali among them, a hand-axe and a small (yet bigger than a buckler) round shield, with two javelins about him too. He is also protected with chainmail and leather armour, and a thick helmet. His clothing is nearly always suitable to his surroundings.
Registered: Nov 22, 2016 7:57:05 GMT -8
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Post by Piotr Stanislawski on Dec 15, 2016 5:53:45 GMT -8
The Guards on duty stared at Dietrich, two longbows, two compound bows and two crossbows always upon him. Eventually, after a lot of whispering the gate was opened, two Guards with bardiches escorting Dietrich and the prisoner inside. They would motion for him to go into the very centre of the fort, the men folk clustering around. After a moment of silence, a man in bandages and more civilian clothes would stagger from one of the structures about (not quite a house but not quite a hut either) and limp over to the prisoner Dietrich brought. After staring the poor man in the eyes he pulled out his khanjali and lodged it in his head, proceeding to mutilate the man into an unrecognizable pile of red. After a few minutes full of unnecessary violence, the Krast man stood and wiped some blood off of his face. With the red hair, all the blood, and the furious redness of his face the man looked like a demon. He stood, huffing wearily; he was injured and most likely one of the men Dietrich shot at. He stood sheathing his knife and extended a hand. "I'm Piotr. Who the hell are you and who the hell is this count Adrian?" |
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Post by Dietrich the Sadist on Dec 15, 2016 17:57:38 GMT -8
" I am Dietrich von Marschburg," he told Piotr Stanislawski . "Former OrdenMarschall of the Brotherhood, former Executioner for Duke Konrad von Audria, and polizei for Count Adrian." The OrdenMarschall bent over on his horse to get closer to Piotr's face, smiling grimly. "Count Adrian is your new lord. He will be arriving within a few weeks to assume command of this shit-land. If you value your life, and lives of your people, you will heed his command." Dietrich leaned back away from the man and looked away. "My duty here is finished. I will take my leave. Or you will kill me. Make your decision. But choose carefully... for Vessian soldiers love to give a good raping, and trust me when I tell you, you cannot withstand the full might of the Vessian Empire." |
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Piotr Stanislawski
New
Ever Loyal
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 33
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, he is a man with his chin removed and a metal prosthetic in place. The rest of him is relatively intact, a strong nose and cheeks about him accompanied by very short red hair and a well trimmed mustache and brown eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: A long bardiche, plate-mail, a longsword, two throwing axes, two throwing knives with a khanjali among them, a hand-axe and a small (yet bigger than a buckler) round shield, with two javelins about him too. He is also protected with chainmail and leather armour, and a thick helmet. His clothing is nearly always suitable to his surroundings.
Registered: Nov 22, 2016 7:57:05 GMT -8
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Post by Piotr Stanislawski on Dec 15, 2016 18:36:28 GMT -8
The man blew his nose, blood and a piece of an eyeball coming out onto his handkerchief. He gave a slight nod to the people around him and smiled. "Of course Lord!" he clapped and some women who were surprised at the demand rushed up and offered him a platter with some bread and a bottle upon it. There would be a light cheer and all sorts of compliments moments before Dietrich would be clubbed on the back of his head by two men at once from the back and another striking him on the head with the flat of his bardiche to get him to fall to his side. Just in case another round of clubbing was given - the man was burly after all. He would be dragged to a random road somewhere in between the nearest Imperial holdings, put on the ground, vomited upon and a bottle placed beside in one of his hands. Satisfied, the Krast would return to their fort and have a small and insincere party, playing the music very loud to make sure Dietrich would at least get a vague idea of what was going on. Perhaps he would be able to figure out what was done, but they reckoned he would not have enough proof other than the odd whine in regards to what happened to him. Meanwhile, the tribals would discuss what had happened and prepare for war against anyone who came, and how to deal with this Count Adrian. |
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Post by Dietrich the Sadist on Dec 17, 2016 6:43:56 GMT -8
Dietrich played a ragdoll, closing his eyes and allowing Piotr and his men to do as they would. When the Krast had left the area, the former OrdenMarschall sit up and gave a vicious smile, thinking of the ways he could punish Piotr. He laughed dryly, and it grew into one more sinister. Had anyone been nearby, they'd have surely thought the devil was inside the man. "Should have killed me," he said.
He simply stood up, still laughing, and walked away.
[exit]
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