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Post by The Divine Empire of Vessia on Dec 4, 2016 15:34:11 GMT -8
These plains are constantly dotted with semi-permanent camps of the Vongar, a people who live off of hunting the various herds upon their plains. These people are relatively warlike being the main driving force in slaughtering the non-humans that live here centuries ago. Unlike most horse archer folk, they prefer longbows over composite bows.
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Post by Dietrich the Sadist on Dec 5, 2016 16:47:00 GMT -8
((( The Divine Empire of Vessia ))) A few days prior...After having stowed his armor away in some hidden location, Dietrich and his freak horse roamed the outskirts of the Vongar Tribal Plains. The goal here was to avoid going into the actual plains, avoiding the Vongar. First he needed to hunt the local animals, anything with fur and bones. Using the fur, bones, and antlers of the animals he killed, Dietrich fashioned himself a suit of "hunter's attire": something that made him look like a tribal figure rather than some Vessian. He dirtied his face and did not wash; he used the blood of a fresh kill to create two streaks of 'war paint' on the side of his stern, emotionless, yet frightening face. Now...Dietrich rode his freakish horse across the Vongar Tribal Plains. He carried a crude longbow which he had fashioned himself, as well as a few daggers and knives. The hides of various animals were strewn about on his horse. A fur quiver of also-crude arrows jostled at his back. He hoped to run into a passing patrol of Vongar... |
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Post by The Divine Empire of Vessia on Dec 5, 2016 18:08:07 GMT -8
Dietrich might catch a glimpse of occasional horsemen going around, getting a view of him with telescopes supplied by the Empire. It would only be the end of the day when about forty horsemen would ride to him, and then surround him in a circler. Shortly after they would be riding around in a rota, ten with bows drawn, ten a mace, ten a sword and ten juggling axes and knives to throw. "Who are you?" one asked. "Vhat are you doing here?" another demanded. All would be dressed in comfortable ethnic clothing, but all had a set of antlers and a turtle shell for protection on their head, some would have assorted pieces of similar natural armour or chainmail, also supplied by the Empire.
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Post by Dietrich the Sadist on Dec 6, 2016 14:09:08 GMT -8
Dietrich stopped where he was and let the horsemen surround him. Despite the drawn bows, and the threat of the melee weapons, he was pretty much unperturbed. He had no fear, no concern for life, and no regard for these men on horseback. He could die right here, right now, and it would not phase him.
When they were finished speaking, he started. "I'm looking for warriors," he said quite bluntly and plainly, looking at each warrior with wild, crazy eyes. "Ride with me and I'll make sure you get paid well."
When he said the last sentence, he unstrung a bag tucked beneath some of his fur clothing, then threw it at one of the Vongar. It was a bag of Vessian coins, quite a handful. There was obviously more where that came from.
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Post by The Divine Empire of Vessia on Dec 6, 2016 17:26:34 GMT -8
The men would look to each other and blow their horns with a quite pleasant melody. The lead horseman shouted some orders in his tongue and then glared at Dietrich. They had no use for money but they recognized it's use to ge money weapons and women from the Imperials. "Follow us." The man said, pointing to where they were to go. If Dietrich were to follow, they would ride to a single throne in the midst of the plain, with a. Looked figure upon it. "Who are you? Why do you want warriors?" He asked, his voice like the howl of a wolf.
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Post by Dietrich the Sadist on Dec 7, 2016 14:16:36 GMT -8
Dietrich followed without a word, still emotionless. Ultimately they came upon the man sitting on the throne. "I am Dietrich," he said plainly in his deep, rugged voice. He then pulled out a slip of paper emblazoned with the seal of the Count of Swavia, the new Count: Adrian von Heschburg. "I am acting on direct orders from the Count of Swavia. Any warrior who wishes to ride with me, and do as I say, will be paid well by the Count. There are some...undesirables the Count wants removed..."
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Post by The Divine Empire of Vessia on Dec 8, 2016 14:23:48 GMT -8
The figure was motionless a little before putting it's hands together as though in prayer. "What undesirables?" he asked. If these were the enemies that the Vongar faced he would have to ask for the money up front; they needed funding to break their stalemate.
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Post by Dietrich the Sadist on Dec 8, 2016 14:57:25 GMT -8
"Thieves. Brigands. Vagrants. Whatever I deem as undesirable." Dietrich looked at the leader with cold, stern hateful eyes. "I'm not asking for an army. I'm not asking for your help. I'm not asking for the help of the Vongar. If this is what you think, then you are wrong."
Dietrich looked away from the leader and at the horses beneath the riders. These beasts were meant to gallop wide open spaces, free and without bondage. He looked up at the people on the horses. They too, Dietrich thought, valued freedom just like the horses.
"I presume your people are free... as in, free to make their own choices, yes?" Without waiting for an answer, the sadistic maniac continued. "If there are any among you who want the Empire's coin, and who want to live free, I invite you to come with me. Like I said, I'm not asking for an army, or the Vongar. I'm asking for any free folk who wish to join my band of... polizei."
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Post by The Divine Empire of Vessia on Dec 9, 2016 7:16:15 GMT -8
"Our people are free, but so long as I will their freedom and choices to be worthwhile." the voice echoed. "Regardless, your offer seems reasonable. The men are free, you can go to one of our camps and hire however many you want." it said. It stood up and pointed a black gloved finger to the Southeast, and then turned back to Dietrich. "We have a camp there, if the men present are not enough then you can find more." With that the figure sat down and it seemed to deflate into nothing. The men looked expectantly to Dietrich for some more up-front pay before joining him on whatever his quest was.
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Post by Dietrich the Sadist on Dec 9, 2016 16:54:23 GMT -8
"Want coin? Come with me." Dietrich took his leave, navigating his large horse through those of the Vongar. Those who wished to come with him would. He would head south for now, to the next tribe - unless some warriors joined him. He required at least 10 allies.
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Post by The Divine Empire of Vessia on Dec 10, 2016 13:35:30 GMT -8
There would be some reluctance and arguing, but eventually ten men would stand before Dietrich, weapons in hand. "Well?" one would ask. "What do we do now?" another would say, looking to Dietrich curiously.
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Post by Dietrich the Sadist on Dec 10, 2016 14:08:49 GMT -8
Dietrich gave a sinister grin, turned his horse and then started to trot away. "Just follow me, lads."
He rode back the way he came... his destination currently unknown. The ten Vongar with him, with their bows and equestrianism, would prove to be useful in his quest...
{Exit}
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