The City of Egralia
The City of Egralia, referred to the Merchants Paradise, This city holds one of the biggest ports on Eleorna. Its streets bustles with the sound and sights of a its many different citizens. If they cared to look up at the walls however, they would notice the increasing numbers of guards stationed. And they would notice the mercenaries and hirelings at every corner. They would see that foreign vessels are docked in the part of port used exclusively by warships. Mandi Har pirates, Black Blood* Crossbones, Legato mercenary vessels all shared the waters. If they were able to percieve just how heir city had changed from a merchant port to fortress, they would certaintly act differently.
Eleorna, this jewel of a continent is the home for many wealthy and powerful city states. But the jewel is slowly cracking into pieces as Agren, the mighty nation of the southern Eleorna has begun a offensive towards its neighbors. Engli, Aurona, Vestilia have all fallen under the onslaught, their merchant kings and queens forced into the grip of the High Countess of Egralia*; Lady Mezellin*. The ambitious and young Countess have only barely grazed the throne, and yet she is currently leading a army several thousands men and women. Her knights now set their sight on a walled in city, one that is far better prepared then they could ever guess.
Agren Warcamp, within the borders of the now subdued Aurona city state.
“Why is that Egralia have never been taken again Uncle..” The Countess, her hair draped over her shoulders and the red sammet dress she is currently wearin. The woman, no more 24 years old had an air about her that would ensnare any man and woman. People followed her blindly it seemed. Everyone but her Uncle. The grizzled vet stared straight at her and his one good eye had nasty habit of never blink, so it was red as blood. As he began to speak, she listened intently. Her Uncle was fountain of martial wisdom.
“Egralia is surrounded by massive walls, and half of the city is situated on a small penisuela my Countess. Its commerce is second only to us and the Empire. As such there is no shortage of knights errands and other soldiers of fortune to defend them. They even contract corsairs and knon pirates to defend thei harbors.
“Are you telling me, Their entire army can be bought?” She raised a eyebrow as she asked this. The idea of buying themselves a vctory from within their own walls was most amusing.
“Not so, most have settled in a agreement with them, to point were they call it their home. Take the silver leaves for example. They would throw themselves at us in droves to stop us. And knowing the Silver Leaves, the losses we would take would be gruesome.” His voice betrayed a ounce of admiiration as he spoke of the mercenaries. The countess immedietly changed from listening idly to narrowing her eyes.
“...Wasn't uncle a silver leaf at one point.” Her voice was that low, dangerous tone she had whever she spoke about things that displeased her. He had seen people being forcefully drafted into the frontlines when she got into this mood.
“Aye.. And I can guarantee you, that if we were to attack carelessly, we would only see defeat.” His voice grew darker, gaining an edge to it that was far more commanding then before. His niece was forced to admit defeat. She could not handle her Uncle going into full lecture mode.
“So then we wait. There are still the matters of rebellions to handle in our newest provinces... But we need Egralias port in the future.” Her voice shifted back to that of idle boredom. Her uncle sighed, she still had ways to go.
Outside Egralia City, The Silver Leafs Bastion.
The main Head quarters for the silver leaves was a real fortress. There founder had been a noble who served Egralias old merchant king as a knight at one point. Wwhile they had started as small elite force fo knights who rode with those who could offer them gold, they never fought directly against Egralia. As mercenaries, their reputation was what to be expected.. Soldiers of fortune have never been ones to receive praise other then hen they were on the winning side of a conflict. And even then, their efforts were only for money. But the silver leaves, their reputation in Egralia was different. Here they were part of the standing army in times of crisis, and they held respect. And they were far more then just a group of greedy soldiers used to pad out a army of peasants. No these were all elites. You didn't join unless they found you worthy, and each one who got acceptedhad the talent to become something great. Generals, tacticians and royal councelors all rose to their position by being tested in conflict. Around the castle a lake and a thick and deep forest offers both fish and wild game for the hunters and the fishermen.
It was inside the walls of this mighty Fortress that the Silver Leaves latest batch of talent found themselves. Some here fresher to the guld then others. Some had lived long lives off conflict before reaching the guild. All of them are exeptional within their fields of expertise. One of these people is Iano. The tindra as currentlt on the court yard, sparring with his long time friend and mentor. And no matter how he tried, the old man was swatting away his attacks like it was child play.Becouse no matter how good Iano had become with the saber, this was the man who taught him combat in the first place. Every time he would sweep low, using all his speed and agility, the man would waste no movement or time and step back . Everything aimed over the waist was parried by the mans Long sword. And the old man was noticeably stronger strenght wise aswell.
“Your form is sloppy! You attack using only your arms, a saber needs full pivotal movement.” The old man moved suddendly, deflectin Ianos saber with ease and countering by thrusting his longsword straight for Ianos head. Iano, in a mere split second, fell back ward, twisting onto all four. His saber switched with the wooden practice cleaver as he recklesly swung upwards. The blade fell short of its target however,but it forced the old man having to forcefully throw himself backwards.
“Heh... You stick to that saber becouse you have an attachment to its graceful nature. But you are so much more natural using that orch cleaver.” Eigar shifted his feet and it became very clear to Iano that this battle was soon to be settled. He grinned, holding the cleaver close to his chest he dived and ducked under the old vets swings, rolling up behind him and swung. Only for the mans wooden sword to hit him in the solaplexus. There was a moment of stunend silent before Iano fell to the ground. Eingar only sighed. He had thrusted
“Dont swing so wide. Even f your opponent has their back to you, they may have a trick in store. And dont fall for feints like that, I knew you were aiming to duck under it.”
“I know your “Red Love” will make you far better then this instinctively. But you could easily die before you get the chance to slip into that. Now up to your feet, I am hungry.” It was as if he had not just beaten down his pupil. The mans actions eemed almost aloof.
Inside the mind of the defeated Tindra corsair things looked different. Carefree in general, he still hated loosing to the old man. Getting up to his feet and feeling his bruised stumach, Iano had to wince. The old man never held back, that blow was a killing blow. His mind was lifted at the promise of food however and he soon dragged himself off to eat aswell.
Act 1: Morning Routines
Welcome to the fray everyone! The Silver Leaves Bastion is quite large, and surrounded by a small village meant to house the families and servants of silver leafs. Those who do not own land within the walls are most likely housed within the barracks or in the keep itself. The town is bustling with life, and albeit far smaller then the capital, its worth exploring. Feel free to start any where within the village or the Bastion. Its approximately 7 in the morning, the sun is shining. Its typical early spring for a temperate area.
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*See OOC for Countess details