The Grey March [OOC]

[DotCom]

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This RP exists with the unspoken cooperation of Word Smith, a talented GM who left our forum far too soon. It is loosely based on his short-lived RP, The Grey Company. Characters and premise have been altered to protect against plagiarism. Please don't be mad. We just want haz fun. ~Dot

Special thanks to all former Company members (totally welcome to participate, just hit me up ): Kegger, Brigantia, Dndd8686, Nightbringer, and AmazinglyVivid. And, of course, Word Smith. Grazie, amici!

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History

First...

For centuries, humans have eked out a living in this land, forming groups that became tribes, tribes that became nations. Yes, we fight often among ourselves, we crave for each others’ lands, we plot behind each others’ back, but it was a relatively peaceful existence. Compared to now.

It started ten years ago. Five renowned scholars from the famed Library of Ksander set forth on a fateful expedition ten years ago. Their quest was the prophesied mana, the source of pure energy that is destined to make humans the absolute rulers of the land. They traveled for years, into the frigid Northern Plains, far beyond the known limits of topography. They traveled in their mind too, trying to come to terms with ideas and concepts unknown to the minds of men. But they traveled too far; they probed too deep.

None of them returned, and they were largely presumed dead. It was a great loss, to be sure. They were the best scholars of our Age, learned in the various arts and crafts of men, well-versed in history and strategy, strong thinkers and fierce individuals. In their time, they had helped humans everywhere improve the quality of their life. They invented new ways of healing the sick, new contraptions to irrigate the fields and revived in us an interest in our own history. It was sad that they had to lose their lives in search of a dream. How wrong we were!

Then...

The Five returned, though not in the way anyone expected. They had been transformed by the power they had sought. It now consumed them, turning them into faithful servants. They were still the same men, but their core had changed. They were still the sharp minds, but they were also tools of a higher, darker power.

They called themselves the Dreadlords and initially people were curious. They wondered if these were the prophesied ones, destined to lead humans to glory. Men joined their ranks. But the intentions of the Dreadlords soon became clear. They were here to turn the land over to the Shadow, to usher in a new era of Darkness, ruled by the Great Lord of the Dark – the source of their dark powers. Minions of the Darkness served them too – grotesque orcs and bestial grolms. The men that fought in their ranks became less than men, became feral themselves, running with the beasts and hacking.

Nations crumbled in their wake. Even Belindor – the largest and strongest nation – has done nothing so far to stop the advancing hordes of darkness. As we speak, three nations have gone under, and Belindor stands exposed. If the walls of Shara fall, then all humanity falls.

Next...

General Gergoran Barka was the charismatic and brilliant general of Belindor, a man more popular than his king. For thirty years, he served his king and his nation faithfully, and was considered by his enemies to be a worthy foe and a mastermind strategist. When the Armies of the Night poured out of the Northern Plains, General Barka immediately petitioned his king to allow the army to march against them. The cowardly king sat on his hands as nations fell.

A month ago, after the fall of Faernia, General Barka had had enough. He ordered his army to march out, much to the displeasure of the helpless king, and has proclaimed himself independent of Belindor. On the advice of his friend and prophecy-scholar, old Balin, General Barka raised the Grey Standard.

The proclamation sent new surges of hope into the hearts of the weary population. Every day, more men and women joined the Company, because they realized that this was the last battle, the big one. From there, it was either salvation or devastation...

~Written by Word Smith; compiled and edited by DotCom

Premise + Plot Still in the works, and will be the product, hopefully, of all players involved. Yay teamwork!
Just six weeks after the raising of the Grey Standard, the Company was flanked and severely outnumbered. Boasting many fresh faces, untrained and unarmed, the Company fell quickly. Many are thought to be POWs, or missing in action--at best. The few survivors are unfamiliar with each other, and largely suspicious.

They must band together, gain one another's trust, seek vengeance for the destruction of their camp, and...you know...win the war.

Characters are based on archetypes developed by Word Smith, edited by individual players and adapted for new gameplay.Characters


DotCom as The General's Daughter, Aema el'Barka

She is twenty years old and beginning to worry her father a great deal. Perhaps he had always wanted a son, or perhaps he saw in her a fighting spirit, but the General had raised her as a boy, and is now regretting that. She has grown too bold and mischievous for her own good, not to mention the fact that she has turned into a vivacious, pretty girl. She has learned the art of war from her father, whom she dotes on but also detests for his restrictions. She has already won the annual archery contest twice in Belindor, and is considered a crack shot with a shortbow. Much against the wishes of her father, she has joined him in his Company. He has forbidden her to take part in any fighting, but she keeps finding ways to sneak out into the thick of battle with her sturdy short bow and arrow.
Traits: brilliant archer, vivacious, tomboy, mischievous, willful, careless

New information: Believing her father dead and her legacy ended, Aema's sharp humor has eroded to a sardonic lust for vengeance. She is untrusting of everyone, and strongly suspects a traitor is to blame for the Company's destruction.

ElRey as The Woodsman, Remulon "Remi" Farnswell

When the Orcs poured out of the Northern Plains, he was caught unawares. Within moments, his life had been obliterated in front of his eyes. Hounded by the bestial creatures for days and nights, the woodsman was able to survive by his wits. Using his knowledge of the forest and his ability to forage, he managed to evade the orcs and is now within sight of the Fields of Mennor.
Traits: survivor, tough, keen observer, distant, vengeful

Hymusia as The Spy, Fida

All is not well in the ruling family of Malene. Son has usurped the Father. The Prince has joined his legions with those of the General's, and the king of Malene is too short-sighted to see the impending doom. The King worries that his son will be caught in Belindor's machinations, and wants to make sure he doesn't. The answer? The Spy. She has been his trusted assassin for years, and who better than her to keep a close watch on the passionate prince?
Traits: devious, crafty, greedy

Lillian Thorne as The Dark Servant, Ren

He was a simple foot soldier in Faernia, visiting his parents on his leave, when the hordes poured in from the mountains. He could fight two of them, even three of them, but what could he do when they came in through the windows in tens? He managed to kill seven of them with his spear before they finished off his parents and caught him. Luckily for him, they were mostly men, not orcs or grolms, and despite the darkness in their souls, the men knew a good fighter when they saw one. They captured him, and took him to one of the five Dreadlords, Lord Damrun. In the magic chambers of Lord Damrun, the poor spearman underwent a painful transformation as the source of the Dark Lord’s power was transferred to him. He had become stronger, faster, and chained to the Great Lord. Lord Damrun has ordered the Dark Spearman to join the ranks of the Grey Company, infiltrate, and assassinate the General and disrupt the Company.
Traits: master spearman, quick, nimble, shrewd, possessed.

New information: A nobody from nowhere with nothing interesting about her is just how Ren likes to be seen. She is tall and lanky with enough of femininity about her that she doesn’t look like a man in a dress the few times she bothers to wear one but more often than not she is dressed in britches and tunic with a sword proudly strapped to her hip and a crossbow on her back. She was a former mercenary, or so she tells it, until the dark servants wiped out her home simply because it lay in their path. Seeing the bodies of her family and friends crushed, mutilated and raped committed her to a side more staunchly than any money ever would. She gave up her mercenary ways and joined the Grey Company. She was no fresh-faced youngling with a heart full of fire and a thirst for justice. She was a battle hardened-warrior with an eye for strategy and no one listened when suggested that they were not ready. She should have spoken louder. Now after such a great, if unsurprising, defeat she is trying to rally people together. She tells those alive to listen that she wants to make the rag-tag band into something more, something that might slip through a chink the enemies’ armor and pierce his heart. Or so she tells it. She has heard that the General is dead and hopes it not to be the case. The General is key to everything and she hopes to find evidence either way, dead or alive. Traits: self-possessed, possessed, nimble, shrewd, master Swordswoman, decent shot with a crossbow

Rulaan as The Prince, Quentyn Merithese

He is the crown prince of Malene, a tiny nation south of Belindor. Historically, Malene has always tried to overcome the influence of Belindor, and the Noble knows that he has a tough game to play when he ascends to the throne. He has been trying to arrange a powerful political marriage to gather support for his cause when the Grey Standard was raised. Seeing in this an opportunity to increase his reputation, he has convinced his father to pledge his troops to General Barka and let him lead the contingent. He is now a part of the Grey Company, under the command of General Barka, and beginning to not enjoy the situation very much.
Traits: master swordsman, honourable, proud, haughty, vain

tirgesfu as The Bastard Royal, Miles McKendrick

The Princess and sole heir of the nation of Faernia which now lies in ruins. As a nation bordering the White Ranges of the north, Faernia faced the full force of the Dreadlords before anyone had time to respond. The King and the Queen were slain in their chambers and it was only with the help of her trusted general did she manage to escape the palace. She has had no time to mourn her family or her people and has been driven by a burning desire to avenge them. Despite the quick getaway, she has managed to bring five regiments to the Grey Company. She has pledged her full support to the General and is keen to take part in strategy discussions with the generals. The General has come to see her as an intelligent ruler, capable of understanding tactics.
Traits: intelligent, arrogant, beautiful, vengeful, passionate.

New information: Bastard son of the now dead King of Faernia’s cousin. Acknowledged as a distant relative of a dead kingdom Mile is guaranteed nothing. As in most courts there were many bastards. Beside there is nothing to squabble over. But he did manage to bring a very small legion, and he uses the word liberally, to join the Grey Standard. The few that managed to escape are worn, mangled, and are as much a refugee unit as any sort of battle ready ranks. Miles is in his middle 20’s and had always been the cast off. But desperation has placed him in the uncomfortable position of force reluctant leadership. At present he is caught between seeking advice and pretending confidence. So he headed toward the one he knew would offer control and revenge; General Gergoran Barka. Too bad he was too late. Traits: Skilled with a broadsword, nervous, dramatic, struggles with decisions, compassionate, fueling a ranging revenge

Misc.

And when the Dark Tower blinds the sun and when the Five Servants prowl the land
The Grey Lion will roar one last time, and the Company will ride the land one last time.
The Throneless One shall be enthroned, the Honourless One shall be honoured,
And what was and what will be, will balance on the edge of an ax.

- Fragment from the Arcane Prophecy by Neille Komalin

The Grey Company

The Arcane Prophecy has been the study of many scholars for many years. Recorded by a student of the legendary seer, Neille Komalin, the Arcane Prophecy contains references to the future of humanity, to the last battle, and most importantly, to a legendary band of heroes called the Grey Company.

The Grey Company is said to ride the land when humanity needs it the most. From time to time, adventurers and hot-headed rebels try and raise the standard of the Grey Company, but they never last long. But now that a very real threat of annihilation looms before us, the time for the real Grey Company is at hand.

Plot Background [Previous]

General Gergoran Barka is the charismatic and brilliant general of Belindor, a man more popular than his king. For thirty years, he has served his king and his nation faithfully, and is considered by his enemies to be a worthy foe and a mastermind strategist. When the Armies of the Night poured out of the Northern Plains, General Barka immediately petitioned his king to allow the army to march against them. The cowardly king sat on his hands as nations fell.

A month ago, after the fall of Faernia, General Barka had had enough. He ordered his army to march out, much to the displeasure of the helpless king, and has proclaimed himself independent of Belindor. On the advice of his friend and prophecy-scholar, old Balin, General Barka has raised the Grey Standard.

The proclamation sent new surges of hope into the hearts of the weary population. Every day, more men and women join the Company, because they now realize that this is the last battle, the big one. From here, it is either salvation or devastation.

Characters [Other]

The General (played by Word Smith)
Character name: Gergoran Barka
Nearing 60, General Barka is a grizzled lion, veteran of many battles. Belindor is what it is today because of him. His men love him and his enemies respect him. He has authored two books on the art of war and is an avid reader. General Barka came under the influence of his mentor, Balin, during his middle ages, and the two share a healthy friendship. Since the death of his wife ten years ago, Barka has remained a single father to his daughter, and it is rumoured that he writes poetry.
Traits: brilliant strategist, thinker, leader, charismatic, intelligent, master swordsman

The Veteran (played by Kegger)
Character name: Toric
He is an old friend of the General and is known as one of the fiercest fighters in the land. Three years ago, he decided to hang up his armour and live a quiet life farming in the mountains. The legions were sorry to see him go, and he realized even he is not comfortable sitting far away from the action. When he heard news of the Grey Company, he quickly sold off his farm, gathered his retinue of 100 soldiers and joined his old friend to ride once more into battle. Since his coming, the General relies on him to share his burden and the Veteran does that gladly.
Traits: powerful axman, strong, faithful, indulgent, slow.

The Princess (played by Brigantia)
Character name: Vianne
The Princess and sole heir of the nation of Faernia which now lies in ruins. As a nation bordering the White Ranges of the north, Faernia faced the full force of the Dreadlords before anyone had time to respond. The King and the Queen were slain in their chambers and it was only with the help of her trusted general did she manage to escape the palace. She has had no time to mourn her family or her people and has been driven by a burning desire to avenge them. Despite the quick getaway, she has managed to bring five regiments to the Grey Company. She has pledged her full support to the General and is keen to take part in strategy discussions with the generals. The General has come to see her as an intelligent ruler, capable of understanding tactics.
Traits: intelligent, arrogant, beautiful, vengeful, passionate.

The Dark Servant (played by Dndd8686)
Character name: Azurus Baurum
He was a simple foot soldier in Faernia, visiting his parents on his leave, when the hordes poured in from the mountains. He could fight two of them, even three of them, but what could he do when they came in through the windows in tens? He managed to kill seven of them with his spear before they finished off his parents and caught him. Luckily for him, they were mostly men, not orcs or grolms, and despite the darkness in their souls, the men knew a good fighter when they saw one. They captured him, and took him to one of the five Dreadlords, Lord Damrun. In the magic chambers of Lord Damrun, the poor spearman underwent a painful transformation as the source of the Dark Lord’s power was transferred to him. He had become stronger, faster, and chained to the Great Lord. Lord Damrun has ordered the Dark Spearman to join the ranks of the Grey Company, infiltrate, and assassinate the General and disrupt the Company.
Traits: master spearman, quick, nimble, shrewd, possessed.

The Priest (played by happyhobo2000)
Character name: Zalon
He is one of the healers in the Ax Legion and is considered by the veteran as a dependable fellow. After having lived the quiet life of the priest in a tucked away village, Zalon's penchant for adventure drove him out to the wider land, seeking to aid the truly grievous.
Traits: witty, cynical, proficient.

The Priestess (played by AmazinglyVivid)
Character name: Ayleth
Haunted by a troubled past, hounded by regrets, Ayleth lives a life of exile in the quiet village of Ferend. The villagefolk respect her words, and admire her skills at healing. But deep within her, there burns the memory of a failed life - one that has made her who she was. With the raising of the Grey Standard, that life is coming to confront her. Little does she realize that even the future of humanity may depend on her choices.
Traits: nostalgic, remorseful, passionate.


Appendix

1. Banners and Coats of Arms

• Grey Company - Called the Grey Standard, the banner of the Company is a silver-grey lion rearing on its hind legs in a field of black.
• Belindor - A golden castle in a field of white. The castle represents the Fort at Shara, Belindor's capital.
• Malene - A black two-headed Eagle clutching a sword and a scepter in its talons. The scepter depicted is the royal scepter of the ruling house of Malene.
• Faernia - Three golden fleur-de-lis in a field of blue.
• Ax Legion - Two half-moon axes crossed with the motto 'Defiant till Death' inscribed underneath in the Old Tongue
• The Dark Army - A clenched iron fist in a field of red.

2. The Dark creatures

Orcs: Orcs are cross-bred species between men and beasts. They are usually of a pale, tough skin with claws for hands and fangs. They are almost as intelligent as the humans, especially when it comes to fighting. Orcs can converse with humans, but they rarely choose to. They are also quick to form bands and hunt each other, so it takes the powers of a Dreadlord to unite them into a cohesive fighting unit. Each band of Orcs has an alpha-male leader, who is usually smarter than the rest. Orcs are usually lightly armored to increase their movement speed and are often armed with a scythe or a mace. Orc archers are also quite common. Orcs eat anything.

Grolms: Grolms are stupid but great hulking beasts that are sometimes led into battle by a group of hulks. Grolms are the size of a large bear on an average and have one eye in the center of their forehead. The Grolms have extremely thick hides and it is potentially suicidal to get close to a grolm. Piercing the eye of a grolm is the surest way of killing it. Grolms can never be outrun despite their bulk and they are savage killers in close quarters. The Orcs keep the grolms in check with the help of a harness - and in battle, a grolm can carry two orcs on its back. Riderless, a grolm is as dangerous to an orc as it is to a human.

Fallen: The Fallen are the men and women who have been turned to serve the Dark Lord's will. They are humans for all visual appearances, but there is no soul left in them. The Fallen are usually faster and stronger than a human of the same size and strength, but they live much shorter life spans. Besides, when the Orcs or the grolms get hungry, the Fallen are usually the meat. The Fallen form the bulk of the rank and file of the Dark Army.

3. Religion and culture

In the beginning there was Gea, the mother. Nothing was when Gea wasn't. When Gea is, everything is. As the mother awoke, she gave birth to two sons - Jhi (Light) and Shun (Darkness). It came to pass that one day, when Jhi and Shun were playing in the clouds, they both spotted the nubile Rea, the Goddess of Earth, playing in the oceans. Coveting her at the same time, Jhi and Shun sped to get her. Jhi arched in the form of a rainbow, while Shun spread across the land, draping it in shadow. The brothers both reached Rea at the same time, and Rea could not decide between the two. Jhi and Shun battled each other for 64 days, trying to get at Rea. The Divine Mother, having witnessed this battle, intervened and judged that Rea be wedded to them both. She divided Time into two, giving the first half to Jhi and the second half to Shun. Jhi would lie with Rea during the day, while Shun would embrace her at night. All the animate, living creatures are children of Jhi and Rea, while all the inanimate, nonliving things are children of Shun and Rea.

The lands are dotted with numerous shrines to Jhi and Rea, the parents of men and woman everywhere. Apart from one powerful shrine dedicated to Shun in Faernia, there are no known shrines for Shun. Priests and priestesses inhabit the shrines, and work in its premises. They are usually well-versed in herbal lore and act as village healers. Priests are often a powerful voice in local village councils. The head of all priests in the land is known as the Mahdi. The Mahdi is selected on the basis of divine revelation by the previous Mahdi. A child is usually named, and the said child is tested for proof of divinity. The test involves the child being able to correctly identify the personal effects of the previous Mahdi. Then the child is raised as the new Mahdi. Mahdis have always resided in the independent stretch of land east of Belindor, known as Trista. The Temple at Trista is the largest shrine to Jhi ever built.

The Mahdis are not magically powerful individuals. They are men and women born with the mark of Jhi - boundless love for all things under him. The Mahdi are said to be the positive force that balances the acts of Shun. While Shun is not exactly an antagonistic god, priests do not take his name freely. "Shun take you!" is considered a really terrible oath.

Summer is said to be Jhi's favorite time, and the advent of summer sees a lot of different fertility rituals and festivals taking place across the land. In most villages, they celebrate the first day of summer as Jhindin, the day of Jhi. Celebration involves offerings, competitions, music and dance.

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Hokay, I'm gonna send y'all PMs in just a second, but lemme say here, too:

For those of you involved in the first play through (Rulaan, hymusia, ElRey), go 'head and send me a new mini-blurb and other traits if you want.

Lillian and tirgesfu, you can post your writing samples here for the rest of us to read. Pending acceptance, we'll just add two blurbs + traits, like what Word Smith had going on before. I'll be PMing you both with character suggestions, as per request, but I think we can use this OOC to brainstorm in the open as well.

Like I said, I reeeeeeally don't wanna GM this, and I don't think I need to. We're all at the level where we can manage ourselves, our characters, and our plots, yes? So, no need to set up rules? Great. I love you people. =)

Once we've got all our characters lined up, we can hash out the vagaries of the "attack" mentioned in the premise section, then we'll move to the IC (I'll get that started soon as my intro is ready). To keep the plot open down the line, I think our intro posts should be kept to our characters and how they came to be...y'know, still alive after the fact. For example, ElRey's character and mine were both out of camp at the time.

We'll go from there.

Again--I'm crowd-sourcing the shit outta this, folks. Any ideas, offer 'em up. I'm not in charge, I'm just the one with too much time on my hands.

[Hymusia]

I'm here and Fida' is relieved. Long live the Prince!

[Rulaan]

Yes, long live the Prince!

[tirgesfu]

Hey thanks for giving me an opportunity. I have a full Friday but will have something up tomorrow.

[Lillian Thorne]

Hopefully I will have a chance to work on a character today. Yesterday turned out to be not so good for writing purposes.

[tirgesfu]

Ok...here is my first attempt. Please note I am always willing to take comments, suggestions and edits. I never take direction as a personal attack. Edits are easy. Changing direction is easy for me. I do have a few questions, but read it first.

Miles Mckendrick

Bastard son of the now dead King of Faernia’s cousin. Acknowledged as a distant relative of a dead kingdom Mile is guaranteed nothing. As in most courts there were many bastards. Beside there is nothing to squabble over. But he did manage to bring a very small legion, and he uses the word liberally, to join the Grey Standard. The few that managed to escape are worn, mangled, and are as much a refugee unit as any sort of battle ready ranks.

Miles is in his middle 20’s and had always been the cast off. But desperation has placed him in the uncomfortable position of force reluctant leadership. At present he is caught between seeking advice and pretending confidence. So he headed toward the one he knew would offer control and revenge; General Gergoran Barka. Too bad he was too late.

Appearance: Just a bit shorter than average height at 5 feet 7 inches, Miles trained with the Knights of Faernia known for their skill and craft in the sword play, giving strong arms and broad shoulders. He has the King’s Family eyes of alight soft green. Light brown hair that in court was kept short but since their escape has been neglected. Longer it waves tangled over his collar.

Traits: Skilled with a broadsword, nervous, dramatic, struggles with decisions, compassionate, fueling a ranging revenge

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The smell hit him before any other evidence of battle. Smoke wasn’t seen as much as it was inhaled. Miles felt the stench fill his mouth, nose, and filter into his chest. It was too familiar. His small party had spent sleepless night running from the exact same odor. Just when he had begun to believe they had run far enough to get that stink off of them, they walked right into it again.

Heaviness pushed him into his saddle. Fear kept his mouth shut. Before he saw one single body he was almost certain who the victories were. It was that apprehension that caused him to turn his mare to face those behind. He had no need to see another death field. Miles did not want to ride straight into the wrong victors.

With a quick wave of his hand he motioned to Carl. Carl was a young boy but he was quick, silent, and unnoticeable. Miles would not normally send a child in harm’s way. But nothing was normal. It was not as if he had grand fighting knights to choose from. Besides their foes would smell anyone. To Miles’ thinking their enemy cared little of who or why. Like locust that attacked a seeding field there was no thought as to one grain over another. But when Carl stood eagerly in front of him Miles’ resolve faded. How could he send the boy? He looked again over his flock, sheep that followed him because they had nowhere else to turn.

Changing his mind, Miles dismounted handed the reins to Carl. “I will take your horse and you guard mine.” That hadn’t been his plan but then what sort of plan did he ever have. “If I am not back by the time the sun touches the top that ridge,” Miles pointed west. “Take the group back to the stream we just broke from and wait one full day. Then head to Shara.”

Miles didn’t wait for a response from Carl or anyone. He gave a quick pat to Eclipse, all that he really had left from Faernia, and took the boys scrawny mule. With a forceful press of his heels Miles managed to get the damn animal moving but it didn’t take long for him to feel he made yet another mistake. The mule defiantly didn’t want to go anywhere near the foul smell.

Exasperated Miles finally got down and tied the stubborn thing to a dead trunk and made the rest of the trip on foot. From tree to tree he moved cocking his cross bow ready for some dark creature to snarl out at him. But it was quiet, silent in fact. So much so the first bodies scared him and he hide behind a tree getting his breath back. When he turned back around he could see they were humans. Half gnawed, half burnt but still formed enough to know. He stood for a few minutes just looking out over the smoldering remain wondering if anyone survived. Where was General Barka? Surely he retreated with the majority of his forces. Surely?





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Questions- Is Shara the city and Belindor the land?
I can have Miles party be very small or just sort of small. How big of group do you see using? Will there be NPC or just the very small band?
I see a forest but is that correct?

Thanks again.

[DotCom]

Well, I like your sample, so that's at least one vote in your direction. To answer your questions as best I know how:

1) Yes, I believe so.
2) I was thinking pretty small, as few NPCs as possible, but that's a decision I want to leave up to the group. I'm not quite sure where things are headed from here, so maybe starting with a larger group is good.
3) Yes!

Just one note for you, and you can take it or leave it: with the apparent departure of several characters, I'm concerned we may not have many soldier types--which could be great, who knows. Do you think you could make your character's weapon of choice a broadsword...or something?

ElRey (still with us, buddy??), Hymusia, Rulaan: don't forget to send me your "new info" stuff when you can. =D

[tirgesfu]

Sure..sure... broadsword it is. Easy edit.

[Hymusia]

@DotCom Ruulan will be away most of this week from what I've been told (coming week) so don't expect much from him. The only new information of pertinence if he's making the prince more arrogant. We're currently co-oping the attack to the end of the battle where we intend to pick up from. Until that's finished I can't really tell you what would have changed about Fida'. Nothing I imagine, though likely to have an injury of some kind from the fighting. If though you want the Character sheets in full again say so.

@Tirge
I've read some of your post and stopped. It maybe due to the busy weekend and thus tiredness or due to my 'nazi' like ways but I find it hard to read.
There are a multitude of grammatical and spelling errors (not that I am perfect in either) and word confusions that make it read difficultly. While I realize you're going for the 'refugee bastard son' sort of aura he comes across as a bit weak and...I'm not sure but it's the sort of character that predominantly annoys me from the snippet I read. I'm not saying no mind, or that your character has to change at all, just if you do join I'd like you to pay a lot more attention to your posts so they're readable or I'm likely to skim over them without reading. That's my honest opinion. *

* Also I realise English isn't everyone's first language here but it doesn't take two minutes to run any post through Word which checks grammar, spelling and in some cases other mistakes for you and marks them out.

[tirgesfu]

Thanks Hymusia. I'll look it over better and see what I can improve. I was sort of going for that weak misty feeling. But I didn't want it hard to read. I appreciate your comments.