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I have a niggling desire to start up a Darkest Dungeon rp revolving around a suicide run (disposable heroes) and basically having a char torture-athon, but would anyone like that even?
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Anastasia watched the procession of hunters follow the captain out, noting his pragmatic manner as he briskly manuevered through the crowd of roaring commoners and merchants and noblemen. She was quite satisfied with the results of her speech and took note of her new troops. Many were young, man and women of various hygene and outfit.
She questioned them of previous combat experience and profession as she moved outside, her hunters falling in behind. Suprisingly, about half, 15, were of either some previous military or mercenary experience, some even city guardsmen, off duty, who would file in their resignation to their previous careers at the earliest. The rest were young, anxious apprentices of various crafts and trades seeking a more exciting life, some manual laborers, even one noblemen, who had come with his own suit of armor and weapons, though no combat experience.
She thought for a moment.
Although she would like to weed out the useless rabble first, it wouldn't look good for their first excursion if most of her troop was slaughtered immediatly, certainly hampering reputation and future recruiting. No, she decided she would take the combat ready first.
She turned to her personal hunters, calling out, "Alosha! Alina! Take these other initiates back to the base with the carriages and horses and begin training immediatly."
The two slim, young black garbed hunters whined behind their masks, looking over the rookies with contempt, muttering in foreign tongues, "Ah nyw shtoa! Pachimu nas? Blein, davi Derik sdelayit eto. Oywn nashi molodoy! My tak dolga ne videli deystviya!" (WHat?! Why us? Damn, let Darik do it. He's our youngest! We haven't seen action in so long!)
"Vi shtoa, deti?! Zaknis and sdeli shtoa ya schazal!" (You're what, children!? Shut up and do what I said!") She spited back at them, pointing sharply to the carriages.
They groaned and moved to the reserve intiates, calling out to follow. The group cheerfully talked among themselves, excited for their new position, walking in a disorganised rabble, their cheer shut down as Alina screamed sharply, "THIS IS NOT A FUCKING VACATION! YOU ARE IN THE BALLANGER GUARD NOW. SHOW SOME DIGNITY, FALL IN, MARCH OUT, AND SHUT UP!" The initiates tried to gather into a two coloumn formation and march under instruction, tripping over each other and failing miserably, cussed out by the two newly appointed drill instructors as they walked in the opposite direction.
Anastasia sighed and pressed her nose, shaking her head. She turned to the combat initiates, whom had already formed into proper ranks and stood at attention on her sight. She smiled, nodded, and took a stance herself with her polearm, "Alright! Listen here my brothers and sisters in arms! For those unaware, our first mission will be a raiding party on a remote island off the docks, believed to be the home of some sea monsters harressing the docks of late. We will march to the docks, board what transport has been proved, assuming it has, and, after an information brief has been made by our Captain, you will begin immediate training. No rest shall be given, potions to maintain vigor and stamina shall be provided as needed.
You are of the Blessed Ballanger Guard, but you have still to prove yourselves. You serve as a holy vanguard and you will act your station, you will give your all and more! You will be pushed beyond your limits and you will break them!"
"YES MA'AM"
"Oh, and one final item. We are marching straight into the mouth of darkness, casting light on horrors beyond imagining. But be that so, ye are blessed and appointed under divine and royal sight. Open your hearts to God and let faith and courage put your heart to the sticking place! Attack with pride! All who perform with valor will be praised throughout the land!
And all those who fall in combat will be forgiven of all past sins and guaranteed placement in the seats of Paradise, their names honored in stone, their families given due proper respect and care!
But, and I will only make this warning once, any, AND I MEAN ANY, who dare forsake their duty and retreat in the moment of combat will be branded right there and then not only a coward, but a traitor and heretic, a man who has spit in the face of the Ballanger Family, in the face of the King, and in the face of God, and upon mine, and will be judged and executed on the spot as such without mercy or hesitation."
Initially the volunteers beamed at her words and even marvelled at her generosity, but upon her warning a grimness fell upon them and some begin to share looks and even mutter softly among themselves.
Anastasia frowned and slammed her armored boot upon the stone walk with such fierceness that a tiny crack formed beneath her heel, the initiates almost stumbling away, "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!"
"Y-YES MA'AM!"
"MARCH OUT!"
She marched them out behind the mass of the procession, taking note of the ragtag gang of brigands, criminals, and freaks who made up the ranks of the guild, trying to pick out the common thug from the genuine hunter.
She took note of the strange lithe girl shrouded in fur coat, weaving through the crowds like a ghost. She eyed the hook and axed equiped mercenary, his movements and mannerisms speaking of caution and experience. Something about him seemed different from the common brigands beside.
As they reached the docks, she eyed the medium ship, giving it a curt node of satisfaction at it's decent design. She nodded for her troop to begin immediate boarding and assessment training, her hunters breaking the 15 initiates into smaller groups, testing their skills, their strength, their endurance, any novice who was cocky enough to challenge the small, slim foreign hunters in a match of strength of endurance quickly and easily humiliated, the hunters soloumnly beating men twice their size and kicking them back into line.
She approached Captain Drystan and the crowd of fellow hunters questioning him, standing casually at attention,
"Sir, my Guard have boarded and begun preparations. Will there be a mission brief or is this a blind raid? Have we any information on the this 'sea monster'?"
SHe turned her head to watch Davos as he flung two sailors out of his brisk path, approaching the Captain bluntly.
At first she almost sneered at his brutish behaviour, but then his strange attire caught her eye, and her vampiric senses took note of him. A gut feeling. Something... animal about him, yet not as a sign of a brute, but of something graceful and ... dangerous. And she hasn't had that feeling in a while.
She didn't smile. She grinned.
"Oh? You have faced this beast? My commandations! Do tell, noble hunter! We need all the information we can acquire."
She questioned them of previous combat experience and profession as she moved outside, her hunters falling in behind. Suprisingly, about half, 15, were of either some previous military or mercenary experience, some even city guardsmen, off duty, who would file in their resignation to their previous careers at the earliest. The rest were young, anxious apprentices of various crafts and trades seeking a more exciting life, some manual laborers, even one noblemen, who had come with his own suit of armor and weapons, though no combat experience.
She thought for a moment.
Although she would like to weed out the useless rabble first, it wouldn't look good for their first excursion if most of her troop was slaughtered immediatly, certainly hampering reputation and future recruiting. No, she decided she would take the combat ready first.
She turned to her personal hunters, calling out, "Alosha! Alina! Take these other initiates back to the base with the carriages and horses and begin training immediatly."
The two slim, young black garbed hunters whined behind their masks, looking over the rookies with contempt, muttering in foreign tongues, "Ah nyw shtoa! Pachimu nas? Blein, davi Derik sdelayit eto. Oywn nashi molodoy! My tak dolga ne videli deystviya!" (WHat?! Why us? Damn, let Darik do it. He's our youngest! We haven't seen action in so long!)
"Vi shtoa, deti?! Zaknis and sdeli shtoa ya schazal!" (You're what, children!? Shut up and do what I said!") She spited back at them, pointing sharply to the carriages.
They groaned and moved to the reserve intiates, calling out to follow. The group cheerfully talked among themselves, excited for their new position, walking in a disorganised rabble, their cheer shut down as Alina screamed sharply, "THIS IS NOT A FUCKING VACATION! YOU ARE IN THE BALLANGER GUARD NOW. SHOW SOME DIGNITY, FALL IN, MARCH OUT, AND SHUT UP!" The initiates tried to gather into a two coloumn formation and march under instruction, tripping over each other and failing miserably, cussed out by the two newly appointed drill instructors as they walked in the opposite direction.
Anastasia sighed and pressed her nose, shaking her head. She turned to the combat initiates, whom had already formed into proper ranks and stood at attention on her sight. She smiled, nodded, and took a stance herself with her polearm, "Alright! Listen here my brothers and sisters in arms! For those unaware, our first mission will be a raiding party on a remote island off the docks, believed to be the home of some sea monsters harressing the docks of late. We will march to the docks, board what transport has been proved, assuming it has, and, after an information brief has been made by our Captain, you will begin immediate training. No rest shall be given, potions to maintain vigor and stamina shall be provided as needed.
You are of the Blessed Ballanger Guard, but you have still to prove yourselves. You serve as a holy vanguard and you will act your station, you will give your all and more! You will be pushed beyond your limits and you will break them!"
"YES MA'AM"
"Oh, and one final item. We are marching straight into the mouth of darkness, casting light on horrors beyond imagining. But be that so, ye are blessed and appointed under divine and royal sight. Open your hearts to God and let faith and courage put your heart to the sticking place! Attack with pride! All who perform with valor will be praised throughout the land!
And all those who fall in combat will be forgiven of all past sins and guaranteed placement in the seats of Paradise, their names honored in stone, their families given due proper respect and care!
But, and I will only make this warning once, any, AND I MEAN ANY, who dare forsake their duty and retreat in the moment of combat will be branded right there and then not only a coward, but a traitor and heretic, a man who has spit in the face of the Ballanger Family, in the face of the King, and in the face of God, and upon mine, and will be judged and executed on the spot as such without mercy or hesitation."
Initially the volunteers beamed at her words and even marvelled at her generosity, but upon her warning a grimness fell upon them and some begin to share looks and even mutter softly among themselves.
Anastasia frowned and slammed her armored boot upon the stone walk with such fierceness that a tiny crack formed beneath her heel, the initiates almost stumbling away, "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!"
"Y-YES MA'AM!"
"MARCH OUT!"
She marched them out behind the mass of the procession, taking note of the ragtag gang of brigands, criminals, and freaks who made up the ranks of the guild, trying to pick out the common thug from the genuine hunter.
She took note of the strange lithe girl shrouded in fur coat, weaving through the crowds like a ghost. She eyed the hook and axed equiped mercenary, his movements and mannerisms speaking of caution and experience. Something about him seemed different from the common brigands beside.
As they reached the docks, she eyed the medium ship, giving it a curt node of satisfaction at it's decent design. She nodded for her troop to begin immediate boarding and assessment training, her hunters breaking the 15 initiates into smaller groups, testing their skills, their strength, their endurance, any novice who was cocky enough to challenge the small, slim foreign hunters in a match of strength of endurance quickly and easily humiliated, the hunters soloumnly beating men twice their size and kicking them back into line.
She approached Captain Drystan and the crowd of fellow hunters questioning him, standing casually at attention,
"Sir, my Guard have boarded and begun preparations. Will there be a mission brief or is this a blind raid? Have we any information on the this 'sea monster'?"
SHe turned her head to watch Davos as he flung two sailors out of his brisk path, approaching the Captain bluntly.
At first she almost sneered at his brutish behaviour, but then his strange attire caught her eye, and her vampiric senses took note of him. A gut feeling. Something... animal about him, yet not as a sign of a brute, but of something graceful and ... dangerous. And she hasn't had that feeling in a while.
She didn't smile. She grinned.
"Oh? You have faced this beast? My commandations! Do tell, noble hunter! We need all the information we can acquire."
Are we waiting for the GM to post an update or us new guys to post intros? Should I go ahead and post my char joining @NobodiesHero?
We're waiting on two more to post right? Or should I go ahead and have her board too? I know @Zelosse wanted his char to punch out some cannon fodder XD.
@SilverDawn I wouldn't mind having my char joining @NobodiesHero on the Goblin Burrows mission.
My post is up! Sorry for the length, just the initial post.
Noted y'all wanted some cannon fodder and sought to provide!
Oh, and sidenote, yes there are antagonistic angles to her character, I plan to make her killable in the future.
Noted y'all wanted some cannon fodder and sought to provide!
Oh, and sidenote, yes there are antagonistic angles to her character, I plan to make her killable in the future.
Anastasia and her troop were one of the last groups to enter the noble building, riding to the entrance on majestic black horses, each ride garbed in ornamental shrouds that bore white silk lined symbols of the Ballanger family crest and the Church. Behind her two large carriages carrying huge wooden crates followed and parked near the entrance, to everyone's confusion. Crowds of commoners had fallen in around her and around the building, clamoring for the pious lady's attention and peeking a glance through the windows, joining whatever other curious onlookers had already gathered. She gave them a soft smile and a wave before she entered, nodding to her hunters to take up positions near the windows where the peasents most gathered. Guards which had attempted to shoo away the peasents were discouraged with a few whispers, and convinced to allow the people to look and listen to the proceedings.
Inside, she sat at the back, full opposite of the raised platform, crossing her legs and listening with a faint smile to Drystan's dry speech, eyeing the few folk who left when he made his grim warning. As he called forth for volunteers already, she stood up and raised a hand. A member of her guard stopped the few deserters from leaving and turned their attention to her.
"Captain, a fine speech, but, if I may, a word to all the gathered here before we go ahead."
Without waiting for an approval, or, more likely, disapproval, she turned to the others. With a nod of her head, her guard opened the windows so that her words would carry to streets. A significant minority among the more novice hunters turned apptly to her, fingering lockets of religious superstition, while the more older and the more experienced rolled their eyes and groaned, muttering among themselves about the "attention whore". The crowd of commoners she had brought with her perked their ears.
Clearing her throat, her voice, magnified by the large room, boomed across to the masses, stopping some in the streets. She spoke with authority, yet eloquence, clear and fast, urgent, yet proud.
"My fellow hunters, my comrades, and my fellow citizens, Captain Halaard here was right when he called you the finest of Belvoir. For today is a momentus occassion, for it marks a turn in the tide of darkness that has come to assault our great kingdom.
Rumors have spread through the streets that the rise of monstrosities is an ill omen, a sign of some great corruption or sin inherent in our country, that we have fallen from Godly ways to wickedness and this is our punishment.
A divide has come between the people, those below accusing those above of depravity and greed, those above accusing those below of debauchery and lazyness. I tell you, this is the farthest from the truth.
The tide of darkness that has crawled within our very streets is not a sign of our decay, but of our glory!
Our kingdom stands at the height of a golden age, seen as a jewel across the land, a country of industry, innovation, and prosperity.
The discipline and fury of our warriors is renowned, our alchemists unparalleled, our inventors and artists beacons of mankind's best. The skill of our tradesmen is without match.
Look at the Belvoirian commoner, hard working and God fearing. Look at the Belvoirian noble, fair leaders and shred businessmen. To be a Belvoirian is to be proud!
And no where do I see that more than in this hall. Here, people from all parts fof Belvoir, stand as the finest of our kingdom."
Anastasia grinned and turned towards the crowds gathered near the entrance, her hunters opening the doors wide as the previous cowardly hunters began to walk back, as well as other hesitant fighters who had hovered outside, keeping the doors open to the common masses as she thrust a hand out to them.
"People of Belvoir! The doors of the Royal Hunter Guild are open, not only to those of the hunting trade, but to all those who would stand in the light as not only our kingdom's best, but the finest of mankind!
To anyone and everyone who would stand as a member of a God-blessed and royally sanctioned vanguard, who would skewer and scatter the vermin that have come to feast on the scraps from our table!
These "monsters", these demons, who dare to assault us and frighten us at our height of glory, are not to be feared but pitied! They squirm through the streets and sewers WE built, feast upon OUR food, OUR livestock, steal OUR weapons and tools. They covet OUR homes! OUR noble vitality!
These are not predators, these are pathetic parasites! And togather, we shall drive them from our home with righteous fury and godly vengence!
To all those with pride and faith in their family, their neighbor, in King and God, you who call yourselves the people of Belvoir, who step forward now, I will persoanlly welcome you to the Blessed Ballanger Guard, and ye shall recieve all equipment, compensation, and honors expected of such a station!
I ask you.
Beneath the gaze of God.
WHO WILL FOLLOW ME?"
The crowds outside, which had grown measurably with the speech, burst into a set of riotous, booming cheers, noblemen and commoner standing shoulder to shoulder, people of all classes in the market, screaming over the mass wave of protests from hunters all over the hall as more people began to join.
The wooden crates that had been brought in outside were broken open, revealing polished, painted sets of chain mail and leather armor, shields, maces, swords, crossbows, and polearms. Attendants who rode the carriages distributed the equipment to volunteers, a crowd of forty men and women, even a few nobles, joining the ranks, gathering around Anastasia, wearing simple black vests over their armor, brandishing the crest of the Ballanger Family.
Groups of merchants and nobles also wandered inside, inquiring how they could donate to the cause.
Anastsia shivered with delight within, smiling warmly on the outside and welcoming the new members of her troop with firm handshakes, turning sharpely to Drystan as the crowds finally settled. Saluting him, and giving him a sly wink, she proclaimed,
"The Blessed Ballanger Guard are at your command, Captain!"
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Many among the hunters looked at her in stunned shock and wondered just what the fuck she thought she was doing, bringing in complete novices into the fold, and the cowardly back.
In her mind, she had many good reasons. The Royal Hunter Guild served as a prime opportunity. With it, she could finally track the hunters who had always been a thorn in her underground operations, and redirect them to other threats. Socially, perhaps even legally, pressure them to finally tow the line and keep their reckless behaviour in check, as many of them were little better than brigands and sellswords.
With it, she could expand the public opinion of not only the generosity and virtue of the Ballanger Family through her hunters, but her own heroic image.
And, with this performance, she could finally deal with three concerns of late.
Studying the new plague of monsters without putting her or her primary troop in unknown danger, expanding her personal organisation, and finding a way to get rid of some unwanted equipment.
A group of brigands she had personally hired and supplied to harress unruly property owners had broken her instructions and needed to be dealt with. Easily they were, yet their beat up equipment could be traced back to craftsmen tied to the family.
Beside that, she knew Dromeus would not easily part with new funding for her troop. Her publicity stunts had already strained her funding.
Here was a perfect solution, supplying the new cannon fodder with the old equipment, repainted, and barely able to truly protect them. With this, she could weed out most of them in the initial fighting, and keep the potentials.
Inside, she sat at the back, full opposite of the raised platform, crossing her legs and listening with a faint smile to Drystan's dry speech, eyeing the few folk who left when he made his grim warning. As he called forth for volunteers already, she stood up and raised a hand. A member of her guard stopped the few deserters from leaving and turned their attention to her.
"Captain, a fine speech, but, if I may, a word to all the gathered here before we go ahead."
Without waiting for an approval, or, more likely, disapproval, she turned to the others. With a nod of her head, her guard opened the windows so that her words would carry to streets. A significant minority among the more novice hunters turned apptly to her, fingering lockets of religious superstition, while the more older and the more experienced rolled their eyes and groaned, muttering among themselves about the "attention whore". The crowd of commoners she had brought with her perked their ears.
Clearing her throat, her voice, magnified by the large room, boomed across to the masses, stopping some in the streets. She spoke with authority, yet eloquence, clear and fast, urgent, yet proud.
"My fellow hunters, my comrades, and my fellow citizens, Captain Halaard here was right when he called you the finest of Belvoir. For today is a momentus occassion, for it marks a turn in the tide of darkness that has come to assault our great kingdom.
Rumors have spread through the streets that the rise of monstrosities is an ill omen, a sign of some great corruption or sin inherent in our country, that we have fallen from Godly ways to wickedness and this is our punishment.
A divide has come between the people, those below accusing those above of depravity and greed, those above accusing those below of debauchery and lazyness. I tell you, this is the farthest from the truth.
The tide of darkness that has crawled within our very streets is not a sign of our decay, but of our glory!
Our kingdom stands at the height of a golden age, seen as a jewel across the land, a country of industry, innovation, and prosperity.
The discipline and fury of our warriors is renowned, our alchemists unparalleled, our inventors and artists beacons of mankind's best. The skill of our tradesmen is without match.
Look at the Belvoirian commoner, hard working and God fearing. Look at the Belvoirian noble, fair leaders and shred businessmen. To be a Belvoirian is to be proud!
And no where do I see that more than in this hall. Here, people from all parts fof Belvoir, stand as the finest of our kingdom."
Anastasia grinned and turned towards the crowds gathered near the entrance, her hunters opening the doors wide as the previous cowardly hunters began to walk back, as well as other hesitant fighters who had hovered outside, keeping the doors open to the common masses as she thrust a hand out to them.
"People of Belvoir! The doors of the Royal Hunter Guild are open, not only to those of the hunting trade, but to all those who would stand in the light as not only our kingdom's best, but the finest of mankind!
To anyone and everyone who would stand as a member of a God-blessed and royally sanctioned vanguard, who would skewer and scatter the vermin that have come to feast on the scraps from our table!
These "monsters", these demons, who dare to assault us and frighten us at our height of glory, are not to be feared but pitied! They squirm through the streets and sewers WE built, feast upon OUR food, OUR livestock, steal OUR weapons and tools. They covet OUR homes! OUR noble vitality!
These are not predators, these are pathetic parasites! And togather, we shall drive them from our home with righteous fury and godly vengence!
To all those with pride and faith in their family, their neighbor, in King and God, you who call yourselves the people of Belvoir, who step forward now, I will persoanlly welcome you to the Blessed Ballanger Guard, and ye shall recieve all equipment, compensation, and honors expected of such a station!
I ask you.
Beneath the gaze of God.
WHO WILL FOLLOW ME?"
The crowds outside, which had grown measurably with the speech, burst into a set of riotous, booming cheers, noblemen and commoner standing shoulder to shoulder, people of all classes in the market, screaming over the mass wave of protests from hunters all over the hall as more people began to join.
The wooden crates that had been brought in outside were broken open, revealing polished, painted sets of chain mail and leather armor, shields, maces, swords, crossbows, and polearms. Attendants who rode the carriages distributed the equipment to volunteers, a crowd of forty men and women, even a few nobles, joining the ranks, gathering around Anastasia, wearing simple black vests over their armor, brandishing the crest of the Ballanger Family.
Groups of merchants and nobles also wandered inside, inquiring how they could donate to the cause.
Anastsia shivered with delight within, smiling warmly on the outside and welcoming the new members of her troop with firm handshakes, turning sharpely to Drystan as the crowds finally settled. Saluting him, and giving him a sly wink, she proclaimed,
"The Blessed Ballanger Guard are at your command, Captain!"
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Many among the hunters looked at her in stunned shock and wondered just what the fuck she thought she was doing, bringing in complete novices into the fold, and the cowardly back.
In her mind, she had many good reasons. The Royal Hunter Guild served as a prime opportunity. With it, she could finally track the hunters who had always been a thorn in her underground operations, and redirect them to other threats. Socially, perhaps even legally, pressure them to finally tow the line and keep their reckless behaviour in check, as many of them were little better than brigands and sellswords.
With it, she could expand the public opinion of not only the generosity and virtue of the Ballanger Family through her hunters, but her own heroic image.
And, with this performance, she could finally deal with three concerns of late.
Studying the new plague of monsters without putting her or her primary troop in unknown danger, expanding her personal organisation, and finding a way to get rid of some unwanted equipment.
A group of brigands she had personally hired and supplied to harress unruly property owners had broken her instructions and needed to be dealt with. Easily they were, yet their beat up equipment could be traced back to craftsmen tied to the family.
Beside that, she knew Dromeus would not easily part with new funding for her troop. Her publicity stunts had already strained her funding.
Here was a perfect solution, supplying the new cannon fodder with the old equipment, repainted, and barely able to truly protect them. With this, she could weed out most of them in the initial fighting, and keep the potentials.
@Excal I like it. Go ahead and post in the character tab. Just keep in mind the Hunter's Guild is fairly new. That being said, there would be hunters before them, they just weren't together in a guild until just now.
Roger roger, that's why I said community XD. If monsters were prelevant enough to warrent a guild, I figure preguild hunters were basically gloriied mercs. The chaotic "adventurer" types who alwayd make a mess of things along the way.
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