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« Reply #15: September 30, 2013, 11:53:37 AM »
An RP where you should keep in mind that the realm Aldrakar is part of is at war. He is in a border region and has been stationairy there for a while now. Food supplies are running low, morale of the men isn't the best. Ohh and the name is special as well to a certain someone in the game hehe.


Dent Hill in Girich

Sitting on a simple stool placed on a lazy rise that bore the name of Dent Hill. Aldrakar had a nice view of the surrounding of the military camp he had been in for some time now. For as long as he'd been in Girich actually.  Since it was retaken from the invading D'haran forces a while back.

The morning air was chilled, it promised rain possibly. Rain could also mean snow or hail or anything in between really. Winter was a strange thing this far south of the world. The camp looked much better though. As with everything, if you keep at it, it becomes better. Staying in a military encampment for a while makes that camp more organized, the rows of tents more straight, the pathways hardened and the earthwork defenses more elaborate.

A patrol of men trampled through the half frozen sludge outside the pallisade as they made their daily rounds. Their gear was visibly worn. Scratched, dented but still polished as best they could. Their armor was still functional but it just needed repairs.  Aldrakar let out a small sigh. His eyes picked up another tell tale sign of disrepair, well not so much repair but replenishment maybe.

The cook's tent, one of the favorite spots in the camp according to many of the soldiers, saw long lines of men waiting for their rations. Wooden cups in hand, shuffling feet and looking over the shoulder of the man in front of them to gauge the time it would take before the heavy laddle would fill their cup.

Rations was the correct term, food was running out. The men didn't much know of the situation in the realm but they damn well knew the situation of their bellies. Rations were being cut in  size on a daily basis. They hadn't complained yet but that wouldn't be far off now though.

A servant brought a bowl of stew, rabbit stew and handed it to Aldrakar who took it with a thankful expression that he shared with the servant. Looking down at the bowl of stew Aldrakar halted the servant with his voice.  ''Wait a moment. Whatever remained of the stew, give it to the men. If there are any more rabbits that were caught, do the same.'' Aldrakar motioned towards the men waiting in line with a spoonful of rabbit stew before putting it into his mouth.

There was no sign of the enemy in Girich, word reached them the other day that the surrounding regions were being abandoned by their respective realms. Both the Desert and the Axewilds were wastelands now, more than they were before at least. Aldrakar pondered his position as Imperial Marshal. The letters were send, the reports received and the strategies in place. He still hated waiting though. A fluttering butterfly of a memory passed his thoughts though as a recollection of Lucini came and went but left a smile on his face.

So the days crawled by for the men and nobles in Girich, counting days, food and damages.

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« Reply #16: September 30, 2013, 12:02:42 PM »
A standalone RP where I tried to make Adrakar face and become more aware of the Food problems that seem to be everywhere across the continent.


Traps along the Road

Feeling the equine surge under him brought a fierce grin to his face. The beast emanated power, desire for speed and its hooves eagerly dug into the soil for traction. Clumps of dirt took flight behind them as beast and man powered over the chilled plains. A pair of pristine white rabbits looked on as Aldrakar rode his chestnut brown horse, they disliked the rumbling earth but were powerless to stop it.

Reins in hand and with the cold, almost biting winter winds on his face Aldrakar spied out a small brook that defied winter's grasp with its fast flowing rapids. It didn't look that wide, a few boulders lay on it's bed like they were tossed about by a careless giant. Aldrakar felt confident. Putting on a stern face he began the mental calculations and moreso preparation as he steered his mount towards the brook.

Steam was discarded in their wake as the both rider and beast were warm from exertion. Hooves braced themselves and momentum propelled them into the air. With outstretched legs the horse reached for the other side of the brook and Aldrakar knew a moment of awe, of dread, and they were over.

Standing on the far side of the brook Aldrakar halted his mount and made it turn about. He took in the sight of the brook once more, this time with more respect but also a suppressed feeling of conquest. His eye fell on something strange though and long before he discerned what it was he was looking at he knew its purpose.

A fishtrap. Turning his face to look up and down the brook he noticed several of them. Poaching.. this area is off limits for hunters. Aldrakar frowned and knew a moment of uncertainty as his thoughts warred with one another inside his head.

''They need the food, its only a few traps.. its winter time..'' Aldrakar quietly surmised for himself. As he nodded his ascent to himself, or the horse, who knows. Aldrakar brought the horse back into motion but this time for the way back. A long, meandering journey that saw little excitement but granted time for further contemplation.

Back at his roadside camp the soldiers were warmed up again, had eaten their fill of lunch and were getting a little bit too cheerful. Time to resume the march. Glancing back in the general direction of the brook with the fishtraps Aldrakar took the lead position in the column. They continued their travel to Garuck Udor and ultimately Girich, to deal with the monsters.

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« Reply #17: September 30, 2013, 12:05:14 PM »
Here I tried a different style of writing. It is about an Adventurer selling an unique item to Aldrakar. I try to make each such a meeting memorable with an RP. It deserves a bigger reward than just some gold in my opinion.


A fleeting moment

A brief exchange was had in the fields of Garuck Udor. Like the seeds of grass that defy the cold of ending winter and try to burst through the hard soil to reach for the sun. Like those seeds, so did a woman clad in a cloak of the Royal Rangers to a blond haired man on a chestnut brown horse.

The woman was petite in build and skittish like a doe, a fox would be a better description for she wove her way through the lines of men armed with swords. With the pre-dawn mists yet to be burned away by a rising sun in the east the woman almost like a ghost, made her way towards the mounted man.

He saw her coming towards him but only because of the surprised words of ''Hey!'' and ''Who goes there!'' from his soldiers. A beautiful young face stared up at the noble on horseback, his posture clearly indicating that he was surprised. Was it because of her beauty or because of why she came to him?

Their hands met as she reached up and he reached down. Gloved hands exchanging something other than a simple greeting. The cold wind made its presence know and with it its displeasure. Commoner and noble shouldn't linger in one another's presence and with that, their meeting was at an end.

As if instructed by the mighty wind herself, the soldiers separated the young Royal Ranger from their Liege and saw her on her way. The Liege however looked down at what he held in his hand, the gift that he was brought by the cloaked lady of the Rangers. A feather unlike any other, one that would astound even the most traveled of people. For in his hand, he now held, the Astonishing Feather.

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« Reply #18: September 30, 2013, 12:08:38 PM »
Below you will find one of my attempts to make something fun out of a chance meeting. Two nobles find themselves traveling through the same region and instead of maybe sending a letter I tried something else.


A messenger!

A rider approached the column of soldiers carrying the banner of the Lady of Girich. The man himself wore the Livery of the Lord of Aveston.

In neat order he rode up towards a respectable distance from the Lady of Girich, Sybilla Kildare. Once he arrived there he dismounted and proffered a proper bow in her general direction. Not taking too long to begin his address he spoke his words clearly and with an air of confidence.

''His Lordship the Imperial Marshal Aldrakar Renodin of Aveston offers you his kind regards in greeting and wishes you safe passage through Garuck Udor.'' The rider paused a moment as he tried to gauge the reaction of Lady Sybilla. ''May I take a message back to his Lordship, My Lady?''


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« Reply #19: October 08, 2013, 08:56:52 AM »
A battle between D'hara and Luria Nova in Moonbay, the D'harans landed with a force and were defeated by a small margin. I wrote this as both a means of a message and for fun.


At the end of battle

Recovering from the battle and with blood matting his hair thighly to his scalt Aldrakar leaned against one of the small grass covered mounts that shielded him from sight. The scene he hid from was the field of the death. Many corpses lay intermingled as they belonged to both D'hara and Luria alike. The plain upon which they lay now sported currents of blood, jagged ridges of kicked up earth and shallow graves of the fallen.

Catching his breath Aldrakar looked about him and found the survivors of his company. It truely were survivors for they had to retreat from the seeking arrows of the enemy. Some of the soldiers looked more like images from nightmares. Drenched in blood, covered in gore and riddled in cuts and scraps. Not to mention the lingering arrows that had bit deeply into shields or armor.

Aldrakar pushed away the curtain of blood soaked hair from his eyes with a mailed hand and begun to crawl to the top of the mount. His blond hair now more coppery or even brown but that only lended him more camouflage if anything. He gulped in a large chunk of air before he called out across the battlefield. ''D'harans!...'' His voice was loud and he was used to commanding men in battle but still it shook.

Swallowing hard Aldrakar continued. ''Many men died today. You fought well.'' He looked back at his men who in turn stared up at their commander. He moist his lips. ''You action was valiant, you tried to take the fight to your enemy. You do honor to yourselves.'' He clutched his heater shield and brought it close to his face as he still lay against the dirt. Crawling to the top of the hill he used the shield to protect his body and heaved himself up to a semi upright position.

The wind had not changed it demeanour and remained vengeful as it now started tugging at Aldrakar's hair and dark brown cloak. ''I am Aldrakar Renodin and offer you the curtesy of valor. Leave now and we shall not push you into the sea come dawn. Stay.. and join the fallen and know we will remember your shades as warriors.'' With these last words Aldrakar remained upright for a few heartbeats before he slumped back down the mount and behind the safety of cover.

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« Reply #20: October 08, 2013, 05:55:30 PM »
Here is the reply to that last RP about after battle exchanges.


Roleplay from Ismail Tandaros

Ismail sat silently by the water as his captain went through a roll call. The losses were heavy, but Ismail indicated no sense of loss. The sacrifice was just, and indeed it was long overdue to issue D'Haran warships to the lands of his foes.

Up on the bluff overlooking Moon Bay, Ismail heard Aldrakar roar out his salutation. He looked around to his men, thinking deeply, when a courier brought orders stamped by the Island Guard. He stood up and walked past a stand of trees, and barked back over no mans land,

"Well fought, Lord Aldrakar. Let us honor this, the Battle of Moon Bay, as hallowed grounds of glory for both sides. We shall sail home forthwith, and ask for the honors of battle - we will need the night to gather our dead for burial in D'Hara."

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« Reply #21: October 09, 2013, 02:19:29 PM »
Following the Battle in Moon Bay I decided to write a bit about the potential aftermath of the battle. It could be true for any battle though and I think it brings the other side of war into perspective. Enjoy!


The Hard Road

A small train of men and simple carts slowly made their way through the wasteland of Moon Bay. The days were growing warmer and the landscape ever more lush as rain-clouds changed their shift with the bright sun turn and turn again.

The fields were full of dandelions, fresh herbs and the scurrying of small animals. The roads as they were in Moon Bay were little more than dirt paths or flat, submerged in mud, stones. Moss and plants ever trying to reclaim the feeble trails. Aldrakar had since washed himself of the blood that had drenched him in the battle the other day. The cuts delivered to his livery and cloak couldn't be washed out though, their memory remained.

Butterflies landed on the multitude of bright flowers strange and mostly unique to the badlands, even in this wasteland flowers and life endured. Sadly the same couldn't be said for wheat, grain or rye. Rye was one of the hardiest of crops but even that couldn't flourish here. A muffled scream startled the butterflies and with their richly decorated wings they quickly fled the train of wounded soldiers that passed by.

''How bad is it?'' Aldrakar asked the thin man caring for one of the soldiers who lay on a cart. The answer was already known to him for the bandages were already and again drenched in blood. It was the 4th time this morning Aldrakar visited this particular soldier and healer. ''The bleeding won't stop sire.'' The small man replied as he offered an apologetic look to Aldrakar. ''The sword must've hit something inside his body that I cannot reach or mend with my simple tools.'' He lifted the soaked bandage to reveal a crimson line that separated as pressure was relieved from it. A gush of blood escaped the wound that wholly didn't seem to come from the surface of the cut.

The soldier cried out again, his muscles taut and the veins on his neck bulbous as they rested on his skin. His body was covered in sweat and color had long forsaken him. He was a pale grey man with blue lips and red eyes, probably from crying. ''Sire.'' the voice of Aldrakar's aged sergeant greeted him. It was both formal and yet demanding attention.

The sergeant had been a longtime companion of Aldrakar and his heavily lined face with its assembly of little scars showed signs of compassion as he and Aldrakar locked eyes. ''He won't make it Aldrakar, he is going through hell right now.'' the Sergeant paused a moment to let his words sink in. ''Better to grant him mercy and be done with it.''

The thin healer made to protest but Aldrakar raised a hand to silence him and it worked. ''I'll do it.'' Nodding to the Sergeant he instructed the men pulling the cart to slow down and park it at the side of the road. A few ravens crowed curiously as they spied out the change in the train of soldiers. They quickly gathered nearby the now stationary cart and turned their eyes greedily towards the struggling patient. Some still in the air but most had already landed.

Aldrakar motioned for the Sergeant to help him and together they lifted the mortally wounded soldier from the cart and carried him to a small outcrop of young grass where they gently put him down. ''Hmmmwwff!!... Wmhmmm!'' The soldier whined and groaned. His head lolling to the left and to the right, occasionally his eyes flashing open but always quickly shut again. ''Hold him upright please.'' Aldrakar asked the Sergeant who silently complied and ensured the wounded soldier sat on the ground but with a straight back. Dark blood amply escaping the poorly bandaged wound and glistering in the spring sun.

Unsheathing his sword Aldrakar whispered a few reverent words as he positioned himself behind the delirious soldier and raised his sword with both hands, the point aimed at the soft spot of flesh between neck and shoulder. ''You lived bravely, continue your legacy in the afterlife!'' A wet and smooth sound accompanied the descending steel of the sword as it plunged into the soldier's flesh. It punctured skin, sliced through muscle and pierced vital organs until the soldier released his tenuous grip on life and with his last breath escaped his mortal coils.

As the train of soldiers slowly moved onward several of the soldiers along with Aldrakar and the sergeant dug a shallow grave for the now dead brother in arms and said their goodbye's. War had claimed another life and tore apart another family.

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« Reply #22: October 09, 2013, 02:29:19 PM »
I found an RP that I had saved on my PC before I ever send it out to people. It is about a battle between nobles and monsters in a rural province. We were stationed there and suddenly with the change of the turn monsters walked into our region hehe.


The Horde

Morning mist blanketed the gentle grasslands of the Dews, the locals referred to the land with that name. It was officially know as Mattan Dews but that name was hardly ever used by its inhabitants. The fog carried with it the moist of the previous evening and deposited it on every blade of grass it passed. With the first rays of sun illuminating the world the fields and flowing hills glistered like a thousand-thousand little pearls.

A weary guard stretched his arms as he yawned, the motion returning some feeling to his arms. He had been holding his shield on his arm for the better part of an hour now. The sun's slow rise on the horizon playing tricks on the guard's eyes. Something was moving over there. He squinted his eyes and peered out over into the distance. His breathing stopped for a moment, his eyes widened ''F...'' The single word softly uttered. ''Alarm! Monsters Incoming!'' He bellowed.

From the fresh dawn a small legion of monsters charged the campsite. Hulking forms of thick furred and sharp clawed abominations. They stood over one and a half man tall and the only thing more terrible then their appearance were the long shadows they cast. The shades mingled and blanketed everything in the early rays of dawn like vengeful sprites. The forward few of the monsters bearing horrific and gleeful expression upon their features, warm flesh lay ahead and their howls spread that news to their comrades.

The alarm call from the guard rippled through the camp of Aldrakar and men burst out of their tents ready to stand toe to toe with any foe. More than a few ''D'harans?!'' could be heard. Men wearing parts of their armor, carrying shields, swords and short fighting spears. Some just stood there in their linen shirts and breeches brandishing knifes. True soldiers each still though and even in partial gear they responded to the call to arms. A grizzled sergeant was one of the most decked out people around and he was rallying the troops into formation. As much formation as could be had though, this was soon becoming chaos.

Several of Lord Rafaello's riders mounted up and prepared a flanking charge and rode off with their long cavalry swords raised above their heads. Aldrakar was stopped at his tent's entrance by his faithful body servant who quite insistently and efficiently dressed him in leather armor which was usually used as padding for the heavier splint-mail he usually wore. Aldrakar's battle lust sank a bit as he realized the wisdom of his servant. Life before glory, the men are trained for this, let them do their job. He should reward the servant after the battle he decided.

Lord Ezra could be heard issuing orders to his own men. They were perhaps the first to respond to the danger in any meaningful way. Before ever Aldrakars men clashed with the hulking monsters did his men rain death upon the beasts of the dark. Javelins arched up into the sky and flew over the camp's defenses before they shredded the charging beasts. Howls of pain, rage and anger cut the morning quiet and threw the world into a plane of war and bloodshed. With the terrible dawn as witness the Monsters crashed through the defenses, skewering several of their number but more than not it did nothing. They smashed through and ripped the stakes out of the ground with ease.

Aldrakar felt his pulse quicken at the sight of the strength of the beasts and felt the icy hand of fear grab hold of his spine. Soft whispers from the shadows told him that death would be waiting for him on the other side. He shook his head and pulled himself free of his body servant. A glance sealed his intend and the servant let go of his lord. Striding towards the sergeant who was already directing a group to fend off the beasts the fingers of his right hand gripped the handle of his broadsword. The gift of Ranger Azerax. In a smooth and fluid motion Aldrakar unsheathed the blade. Small and bright flames erupted from the blade as the sword exposed it to the outside world.

Taking up position with his men Aldrakar stood in the front ranks with his men and glanced left and right exchanging nods and looks with his men. Lord Ezra's voice could be heard booming over the screams of the wounded, the roar of the monsters and the tearing of tents. ''Loose!'' A moment became a minute and then anguish, a wave of monsters recoiled from the sharp javelins that rooted them in place or grazed their flesh. ''Lord Aldrakar go now!'' Ezra shouted. Almost involuntarily his men and himself started to move. Slowly at first but as soon as they realized their feet were moving they let out a roar of defiance and charged like madmen.

Some short way away the riders of Lord Rafaello broke through a second wave of oncoming monsters. They smashed through and cleanly beheaded 2 of them before they rode on to reform themselves.

The swordsmen of Aldrakar crunched together with the lumbering monsters in among the ravaged tents and dancing shadows. Javelins flew left and right and that was not the only things that flew about. Hands, arms, legs, heads and even entire men were tossed into the air. Their limbs torn from their bodies, cries of despair filled the air as courage was exchanged for anger and discipline for rage.

The flames licked away from Aldrakar's broadsword and hacked into the beasts flesh with a sizzling sound. The arch of yellow flame clearly marking his presence on the battlefield. That made it twice as strange when suddenly the flaming sword vanished in the middle of 3 monsters who had charged him. A collective rush of men, steel and vigor rallied on Aldrakar's location.  Grunting and with a frenzy his men slashed and chopped their way to their lord. Lord Ezra moved his men closer in turn and continued the barrage. He himself seen launching a javelin into the tick of the fighting and taking a monster square in the left eye.

2 men drenched in blood and with wild looks burst out from the fighting dragging the kicking form of Aldrakar. His hair and face red as if dipped in liquid strawberry marmalade. His hand still gripping his broadsword. ''I'm fine! Let me go!'' the young Marshal kept repeating over and over. His men too loyal, too concerned and too absorbed in the battle-frenzy to pay him enough heed.

Depositing Aldrakar near Lord Ezra's line they charged back into the fight, howling for blood. Aldrakar got himself up after 2 attempts and discovered he had a nasty gash on his right thigh. He tried his weight on his right leg and it held but it hurt like fire. Snarling he made his way back to the fight but halfway he realized the fight was over. The monsters where retreating.

Blood and grime dripping off his armor Aldrakar looked about and saw the ruin that was the camp, the tired and ragged lines of Lord Ezra's men and his own men, over one third slain, another third wounded and the remaining exhausted.

With his radiant blue eyes he spied out Lord Ezra and held up his hand in gratitude and nodded into his direction. The remaining day was spend tending to the wounded. Cleaning the bodies out of the camp and restoring the camp to functionality. The monsters would be back, they all knew it and it drove them to work harder. Aldrakar's eye caught the form of his faithful body servant and made a mental note to gift the man a gold coin at supper as he noticed the tattered state of his leather armor.

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« Reply #23: October 17, 2013, 05:09:24 PM »
Another old RP dug up from a long''  lost word file! After being camped in one region for quite some time I reckoned it'd be good to write an RP about how a temporary camp grows and grows until its starting to become a more permanent settlement.


''Fort'' Gorthauth

It's been some time now since Aldrakar had set up camp in Thar Gortauth. The flimsy entrenchment and palisade had eventually been deepened out, grew in number and the palisade now enclosed the entire tent encampment more than twice. Several earth work defences had been erected with wooden stakes pointing outwards and the watchtowers had been properly fortified. The place started to look like a real fortified position. The dunes it was placed in made it look even more rugged and it definitely looked daunting to storm, uphill and through the trenches and spikes.

The camp not only grew more robust it also grew in size. Local people had of course made use of the opportunity to sell goods to the soldiers and frequently travelled from their farms, hamlets or villages to the camp with small carts of goods, heavy backpacks or basic sledges drawn by themselves or large dogs. Some soldiers had taken to providing for some camp followers but Aldrakar had been reluctant to allow it and as a result the camp followers were few in number.

Two areas just beyond the defences were arranged as training fields. One smaller where men could train with weights, logs really. Hold small practise duels and other things like it. The other was larger and was used for formation drills and mock battles. There was another training field but it wasn't much of a field. It was the beach itself. Perfect for long marches, rushing into the surf and practising repelling small craft borrowed from local fishermen and getting the men used to having salt slapped into their eyes by vicious ocean winds.

A proper wooden structure had risen in the center of the camp. It was made of rough logs but was a real building at least and no longer a tent dwelling. There was little space in it but it still held decent furniture, the same that would otherwise have graced his field tend. Aldrakar had been a prisoner for the last day or so in the small wooden building as he was writing letters like a true monastic priest. Stretching his arms and chest Aldrakar leaned back on his chair ''Ggrrrhmmmm.. was that the last of them?'' Aldrakar asked an 18 year old squire with confident dark brown eyes. ''There is just the one left from the mayor or Sulorta habor. He is worried at the low food stores of the village he says.'' The Squire reached the parchment containing the letter to Aldrakar who in turn took it and pretty much let it drop down onto the desk where it would.

He puffed out some air as he glanced over the letter from the Mayor and shook his head. ''You write the letter.'' Aldrakar looked at the squire. ''Make it sound like we are handling the situation and that he has little to worry about. Mind your wording and don't waste precious parchment.'' The last Aldrkar said while pointing a letter opener at the Squire pretending it was a sword. ''I'll be outside if you need me.'' With that Aldrakar rose from his seat and walked out of the stuffy room and into the spring winds that brought him much relief.

As he looked around himself he saw some soldiers bartering with a red faced merchant over some wineskins to his left. The soldiers obviously trying to haggle down the price but the merchant would have none of it. On the other side he saw several men digging new latrines, one of them he recognized as a frequent trouble maker. A good fighter but stubborn as a mule. Dumb as well probably, he'll learn eventually Aldrakar though.

He walked over to the training field just outside the camp and was greeted by the men he passed. The gate guards saluted properly and he smiled at them. ''As you were.'' Arriving at the training field he was greeted by the booming voice of his sergeant ''You are all worthless [email protected]#$s! Each and every one of you! If I had the prime choice of squid, jellyfish and shrimps instead of you boneless turds I would feel more confident about repelling the invaders than with any of you! At least they would disgust them too much to get near them!'' It was well known by now that the sergeant disliked sea foods almost as much as he disliked half hearted soldiers at training. Some of the men couldn't help grinning as they heard the sergeant shout his lungs out at them for they knew they did well and in crisp manner.

But as is the folly of any man or woman with a coach or trainer, as soon as they notice you showing contempt or that you could do more but don't they ruthlessly punish you. It was no different for Aldrakar's men, they were brutally punished for their cockiness and toiled under the direction of an unforgiving training all day. Their only shred of pride was that their Liege, Aldrakar, joined them in the training. The young man himself too proud to not participate. He was in fit condition and as many young men couldn't pass up the opportunity to show that he too could do what others could do.  It was a long day with little mercy, respite or kindness but the bonds of men and brothers grew if not at the cost of some bruises and litres of sweat.

The little people of Thar Gortauth cheered them on whenever they saw them for every day that Aldrakar and his men were around, more money they would earn.

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« Reply #26: October 17, 2013, 05:40:59 PM »
The old Word file keeps giving. The following RP I wrote in the aftermath of a battle. A border skirmish is perhaps a better way of putting it though. There were about 9 or so nobles involved, both sides counted.


Arrows and Stitches

The flame licked and leaped over the long and curved metal needle. A hue of red appeared and faded away again as the needle was taken out of the flame by the bald and wrinkled man. He deposited the flaming branch he had used back into the fire again and walked over to where Aldrakar sat on a stool. Producing a piece of wood from his apron the old healer proffered it to Aldrakar. It once served as a piece of a sword handle but it more than sufficed in it's new capacity. ''Put this in your mouth and bite on it.'' The old healer instructed Aldrakar.

Looking from the piece of wood to the healer's hand with the needle Aldrakar gulped and did as he was told. Before putting it in his mouth he noticed several bite marks on the wood probably from previous patients. A fleeting thought skirted the edges of his mind as he questioned the proficiency of the healer. The sharp pain in his upper leg dislodged any musings from his mind as his jaw clenched firmly onto the wood.

The old healer's tongue was slightly protruding from his mouth as he tugged on the string to pull the two pieces of flesh of Aldrakar's leg together, absorbed in his craft. The wound wasn't as grievous as that of some of the other men but it needed stitching for a sword had found him and slashed this flesh. A D'haran blade wielded by a bow-legged bastard who struck him from the side. He hardly saw the D'haran coming and if it wasn't for the man standing next to him that pushed him out of the way the D'haran's blade would've found his gut. Sadly Aldrakar couldn't reward the soldier because in the action he was stabbed in the neck himself. Aldrakar unconsciously gripped the edges of the stool with his hands and willed his fingers to burry into the wood, the sharp pain returned at the hand of the healer.

The assault on the D'harans in Girich seemed to go well at first. They deployed in good order and with both Lord Xerias and Lord Ezra in position. They unleashed their missiles on the D'haran infantry and Aldrakar moved with the peasant militia in tow. There were arrows everywhere. There was a small rise where the D'harans had set up their own archers, so many archers. Aldrakar reflected on the melee, it was short, nasty and bloody. The peasants were shredded but not in vain. The D'haran infantry was pinned by the militia and Aldrakar's men flanked them, charged and slammed into them. Missiles from Lord Ezra caused mayhem and soon the D'haran infantry broke. Not before one of the bastards left a little gift with Aldrakar though. ''Gnnnnngghh!'' Aldrakar half grunted, half groaned. The healers needle efficient and remorseless.

With the D'haran infantry routed the hard part had come, the march up the low rise where their archers were stationed. They crowed the small hilltop with their numbers and from their ranks a never ending barrage of arrows descended upon us. First they decimated Lord Ezra's men. Screams could be heard from behind his lines Aldrakar recalls. Ezra's men were dying, he recalls calling out to his own men. ''Make them pay those filthy cowards!'' something along those lines. Grunts and soft murmurs greeted him.

Lord Xerias shined at this time as they returned fire on the D'harans on the hill and they did brilliantly. It was less glorious for Aldrakar though. The bitter memory still very fresh from just one day ago. First from a short distance they fired into our lines. Their bows were not particularly strong but there were so many arrows. Shields simple didn't catch them all. The last bit was the worse, we could practically *see* them smiling at us. They jeered us and taunted as they unleashed their final volleys. Nearly point blank, they shot straight into our lines. Many shields held but several were already damaged or broken. Arrows punched through shields, skewered arms and pierced lungs. The men ground to a halt as they tried to hide behind their shields. Shields started to be dropped as men died and all sense of formation evaporated.

They ran, it wasn't ordered it just happened. We were too slow to advance, we were sitting ducks.

''Aaaaiiigh! Careful!'' Aldrakar snapped at the old healer. He only got a weary look from the old man that all but pacified Aldrakar with its weight in experience. The old man tugged a bit harder on the string than actually needed for the final bit and tied it off neatly. ''That should do it. Now don't run around and give it lots of rest. If it doesn't inflect and ooze puss in 2 days you are fine, if it does. It's up to the Stars if you life or not.'' Wiping his hands on a dirty rag the healer continued. ''If it gets red around the edges take some Distlefoil tea.'' The last bit the healer said with an arched eyebrow and in a half-hearted tone as if it didn't really matter what Aldrakar did if it the flesh turned red around the wound. Red meant inflamed which was a prelude to the yellow puss.

So Aldrakar sat on the simple stool, camped in the mud of an hastily constructed camp in Mattan Dews. The battle of yesterday in Girich lost and with many wounded, dead left behind and vengeance of his mind.

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Re: The assorted bits of Aldrakar Renodin's Life
« Reply #27: October 20, 2013, 09:37:09 PM »
A naval-esque RP I wrote of Aldrakar being on a ship that arrives at a port. Its always nice to write a description for people of the image you visualize in your mind when you imagine what is happening. I much enjoyed typing this RP and hope it does justice to the ambiance that I tried to portray. Have fun!


Port Nebel and the Tomb Islands

The wind was strong again today. It filled the stark white sails of the ship and pushed the vessel ever forwards. Onwards to the Tomb Islands. Where soon more graves would be added to the already fabled name. Standing on the forecastle with a single hand grasping one of the heavy rope lines Aldrakar accepted the salty spray of the ocean on his face as Port Nebel grew and grew before his eyes.

They had been at sea for days and provisions had been running low. A storm had trapped them and had used all its might to rob their ship of rigging. The ship had endured but looked a bit worse for wear, some ropes had snapped, there had been damage when beams were torn from the masts and more such incidents. The sun shone brightly today though and under its auspicious brilliance Aldrakar's ship entered the harbor of Port Nebel.

A great host of dock workers scurried along the impressive stone works of which the docks were comprised. Huge cranes picked up loads from round bellied merchant ships and deposited it again with keen precision. Carts rattled back and fro from the warehouses and many boys were running after officials recording cargoes and delivering errands. In the backdrop rising like a godfather watching over his crowd rose the Ducal Palace. It sat majestically atop a mountain that both provided security to the city and from its heart offered up minerals to the hard working miners that vanished from sight ever so often to descend into its darkness.

Port Nebel revealed itself to be a hub of business, of life and of war. Banners where fluttering in the wind, they littered the skyline and armed men and women cluttered the streets. Aldrakar listened to the sea gulls as they cried to one another. Some of them fought over fish remains, some for hot thermals to soar upon and yet some just to be bullies. He took in the vista of the city and tried to reconcile the ideas that for the coming weeks this foreign land would become the land where he would see many lives go to waste. Warring with this concept was the urging sense of duty he felt in his heart that steadily had to make room for a growing love he felt for a woman.

The sailors on the ship started to move about even more frantically as the captain began bellowing orders. Feet skittered over the freshly scrubbed deck. Ropes sang their croaking songs as they rebelled against iron rings and mallets drummed a beat as they fastened knots and wind directed the orchestra of music. All the while Aldrakar gazed out towards the city and tried to look beyond it. Somewhere beyond the strong stone walls of the city was the enemy. The thousands of enemies that wore the crest of D'hara. He clenched the rope with his hand as the ship slowly moored.

Gangplanks were thrown into place, heavy ropes cast to the shore and a troupe of officials gathered on the dock, ready to welcome the Imperial Marshal with letters. Always more letters and reports. ''Sire, we're ready.'' The familiar voice of his trusted sergeant found its way to his ears. The man had been with him for as long as he could remember. He felt a small tug on his collar and saw the sergeant's hand as he looked down. ''Crisp and clean sir. Looking good!'' The old sergeant said with a forest of crowfeet at the corners of his eyes as he smiled at Aldrakar. ''Thanks.'' Aldrakar replied earnestly but softly. ''Lets get off this ship and get us some proper food!'' He said as he turned towards a group of his men readying to disembark.

He was met with cheers naturally, ship rations were awful at best usually. Walking up towards the gangplank the noise of the harbor assaulted him but it worked soothingly. It told him that the twilight world of the ocean was behind him and that he would step into the real world once again. Whistles, roll calls, crates breaking, donkeys balking and men shouting. Aldrakar couldn't hear his boots stepping on the gangplank as he descended it. ''Morning M'Lordship!'' An eager man wearing the garb of a scribe greeted him. ''Lord Imperial Marshal! Reports from the captains!'' A second, stern looking man clad in battle harness hailed him. ''Lord Renodin! Lord Xerias sends his regards!'' A broad shouldered warrior called out to him. A dozen more like these blurred together as Aldrakar made landfall.

Straightening his back and calmly surveying the crowd of people calling for his attention Aldrakar waited for his aides to gather around him. With a motion of his hand he indicated them ''Address them and see your words received! Sergeant! On me!'' The wind assisted him as Aldrakar pushed through the crowd that started to part as soon as he had finished his sentence. Flanked by proud and eager soldiers and with the Sergeant just behind him on his right side Aldrakar made for the war camp. The place where all the nobles had stationed their soldiers.

The trip through the city was messy. It was a harbor city, they were always crowded. Filled with goods brought in from the sea and crammed with goods from the land to be shipped out. Several times his swordsmen had to clear the way ahead. Some of the roads were simply blocked. Too many carts had tried to get through and ultimately they had crashed together, spilling their content out onto the street and creating chaos.

People looked up and stared as Aldrakar's banner was carried through the city. Not only held it the crest of Aveston but also that of the Imperial Marshal. Word of his arrival would surely spread quickly both to friend and to foe. He himself had little mind of that though. He was dealing with people. Ordering commoners out of the way, trying to get to the mustering fields and having a quite hands on approach as to how to get things done.

His rich brown cloak hugged his shoulders snugly as the city released him from its clutches and he emerged at the mustering fields. A city of tents next to a city of stone, separated by a city wall. A large tent signified his destination. Not because he needed so much space but because it was Lurian Tradition to show grandeur. His sergeant deployed his own guard around the tent and intimidate area. Aldrakar began his first watch so to speak as he settled down inside the tent at a desk and began riffling through the heap of reports that awaited him there.

Warrior of the realm but only armed with a pen it seemed.

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Re: The assorted bits of Aldrakar Renodin's Life
« Reply #28: October 23, 2013, 11:53:15 AM »
Hey again, an RP I wrote with a specific goal in mind. I tried to write it as a staging area for other players to hook into in a sense. I might've worded that badly but basically I wanted to try to entice them to interact. Let me know what you think.


On the frontlines

The encampments in place, the tents raised and with no signs of aggression from D'hara Aldrakar made a round of the various commanders in Qubel. In full battle gear that was still quite starved from ornaments or finery he strode past with long strides.

He inspected the troops, greeted them with nods, smiles, waves and occationally had a short chat here and there. Along the way he made a point of visiting the various nobles as he could find them and made it plain to see that he praised them and had confidence in their ability in full view of their troops.

For Xerias that would be an embrace and a chuckle, Amyclass a grin and a rough story perhaps. Whereas Sholan he would address with more formality and a bow where he could perhaps sneak in a smirk or a handshake. For Lady Sibylla he would attempt a short discussion about local fauna and a clap on the shoulder, Jorus he didn't know well so he would try to be more formal but assure him that he did well. Ormans he did much the same but he would present him as a staunch warrior to his toops and Emil..? With Emil he tried to be a bit more informal, asking him about his sea voyage and reassuring the man he would do well at the siege of the Lighthouse.

Aldrakar hoped and believed this personal attention would do morale well and might also be good for the common soldiers. Knowing that the Imperial Marshal had faith in their commanders.

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Re: The assorted bits of Aldrakar Renodin's Life
« Reply #29: November 18, 2013, 10:08:43 AM »
Hey again. It seems I've collected a fair few RP's for you guys. I'll post a continuation of the Roleplay between Aldrakar and Lucini. With permission of the Player of Lucini of course. Its rather lenghty and parts may not make entirely too much sense. This is because there have been quite a few letters exchanged aswell that frame some of the RP's. I hope you can still appreciate the RPs and with that in mind I'll post them here. (Don't worry I'll try to add substance by this writing!)

After a long time writing letters back and forth Lucini and Aldrakar finally professed their love for one another. The following RP is by Lucini and is in response to the letter in which Aldrakar wrote that he loved Lucini
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Written by the player of Lucini, Talratheon family.

Lucini slowly opened Aldrakar's letter with a feeling of apprehension, she read it and sighed a breath of relief and pride in her heart as she held it close and even smelled it slightly and kissed it, leaving a maroon kiss imprint of her lips before folding it neatly and scraping away his Imperial Seal and placing her own before softly blowing on it and spraying her perfume on it. She would hope the kiss, and the her scent would speak more than words she could write at the moment.

Looking to her scribe she closed the letting within a leather bound satchel and handed it off, "Be sure Imperial Marshal Renodin receives that personally.. not his scribe, not his squire but in his own hands." The scribe nodded and quickly left to give the messenger the instructions.