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The king is dead, long live the king! [Reboot] [5/7]

I should have you all executed! Adressing the Emperor as mere king, pfoah!

@Flynn

You called him the young king in your opening quote as well :P

The king is dead, long live the king! [Reboot] [5/7]

@Kho I knew already, since I am the Prophet.

Driftmark accent is putting a D in front of surnames?

@Buddha

Your character is called de Warenne, Grenn just didnt pronounce 'de' propperly ^^

The king is dead, long live the king! [Reboot] [5/7]

Grenn Albreght

Pouring rain, again. It was a 4 day ride to Riadan from Tarugerdam and rain was coming down neigh every day. Grenn and his retinue knew rain, they were Driftmarkers. Dirk Swerbaght, the boney paymaster of his company the Iron Sovereigns, had mirthlessly accounted the rain to the Paragons sadness and had drawn several laughs from the other Sovereigns in the roadside inn. Grenn wondered what the Paragons were sad about the rest of the year that entitled the Driftmark to the constant crap weather. It comforted Grenn to see Raidan knew rain as well. A bit of home. Thirty-one soaked riders had gathered around him. All but one where Iron Sovereigns and Grenn looked over them as he turned his horse.

“Gather round lads!”

He stood in the stirrups to shout it, his voice bouldering over the wind, a tone for commanding during the turmoil off battle. It switched to a softer and calmer tone as the riders had gathered.

“That there-“ Grenn pointed a thumb over his shoulder while nodding sagely “is Raidan, your Imperial Capital. Now the officers talked about what that means right?”

Most Sovereigns smiled, some showing the boredom of endless repetition. Grenn had his officers drill this for the last few days when his retinue was in camp. He looked around as he let the pause fall, his face going from sagely to irritated till one of his soldiers spoke up.

“It means we are to behave, curtsies-“ the soldier made a poor curtsy from horseback “kissing hands, arses and so on.”

Grenn nodded as several laughs came up, they silenced when Grenn clapped his right hand into the swaddled plated gauntlet on its left and started speaking:

“Eloquent Balkend. What else?”

Grenn’s gaze went over the men clothed in unadorned grey surcoats to his left over their mail and leathers, raising his voice for the last bit.

“Iron Discipline.”

The entire group responded as one and evoked an appreciative nod of Grenn.

“Good, now let’s get out of the sun.”

A short moment of eye-contact between Dirk and Grenn while Grenn turned his horse was the que for 15 of his men to follow the old paymaster to the South Gate. Grenn and the remaining 15, conveniently these were actually wearing the boar and river of House Albraght above the plated fist of the Iron Sovereigns over their grey surcoats. The citizens of Raidan welcomed Grenn and his retinue with a murmer because of the lack of heraldic display. On Grenn’s left he could hear talk about his metal gauntlet swaddled in oiled cloth, and soon after he could pick up ‘Driftmarkers’, ‘Iron Souvereigns’ or ‘Albraght’ along the way. Grenn could feel the disappointment in the air, not only because of the rain, but also because of this ‘lesser adviser’ from a ‘lesser region’ was what they had been waiting for. He didn’t mind. Grenn knew what the Driftmark was, and he knew what others would think. It just meant that Grenn picked up the pace after they had passed the Westgate.

The ride was uneventful and all but two of his retinue had split off to make the chambers ready and unload their belongings. Grenn just dismissed the last two as a lackey with a towel sped towards Grenn and offered it.

“Good Evening Lord Albraght would-“

“No need, they can know I rode through mud and rain.”

Grenn said as he pushed the towel aside and set pace for the throne room.
As his announcement was being made he sized up the king, but most of all the man standing behind the throne; Rurik Aventash. Grenn knelt when his announcement ended.

“Your Grace. My King. The Driftmark is at your service now and always.”

He saw the rain dripping from his nose onto the now muddied red carpet and suppressed a grin.

“That the Albraght family may aid you in times like these. After the loss of the great Emperor.”

He took his rise again after being given some form of recognition and stepped towards Bastien de Warenne, trying to look amiable as he came up next to him. After a headbow of genuine respect he leaned in for a soft word.

“Good to see they send the likes of you Dwarenne.”

The king is dead, long live the king! [Reboot] [5/7]

Do we get housing inside the Kings keep?

Into The Dark: Sellswords

interested as well ^^

Star Wars: A New Beginning

Anyone planning on posting or just ranting :p

Star Wars: A New Beginning

Well, we don't know who Rey is, but I think the entire starkiller base was redundant.

The king is dead, long live the king! [Reboot] [5/7]

ARE WE EXCITED!?

@Flynn

YESH

The king is dead, long live the king! [Reboot] [5/7]

Grenn Albraght

Grenn Albraght

Name: Grenn Albraght
Age: 37
Appearance: A broad (fat) and tall man usually wearing padded leathers and other clothes of utility rather than wealth, adorned with bear or wolf pelts at the collar. When on business he likes to wear an iron gauntlet covered in oiled wrappings, to enforce his image as a warlike brute.

Clothing

Known for: Brother of Markholder Cheorge Albraght. Leading the mercenary band the ‘Iron Sovereigns’, being ruthless and efficient in that regard. Generally considered a brute and not fit as an ambassador. What certainly doesnt help is his fondness for the 'velvet glove' an iron gauntlet he wears into battle on his left hand.
Dirty little secret: Occasionally brawls in some of the shadier fighting pits of the capital every now and then. Has given the order to torch several villages in the Driftmark.
Skills: Tactical commander of small company. Due to that function he knows how to set a trap and how to expect one. Ruthless pragmatist. Good fighter/brawler. Good at appearing stupid and taking advantage of that.
Motto: (personal)‘ Shake with your right hand, keep iron in your left.’
House Albraght motto: ‘Stability and progress’

Driftmark

Name of the Province: Driftmark
Name of your liege: Cheorge Albraght

Cheorge Albraght

Position: In the west, south of Belintash, north of Dieuporteille, west of the Capitol region.

Specialty: Driftmark is a region that was once the natural western border for the Emperiat, its marshes proved an obstacle for most armies of any size, and the same went for the river Tarugal that flows north to south in the Empire. The region is known as a staging and, more often, dying ground for several rebellions. Most of all it is bordered by vital roads and the Tarugal river that connect the Emperiats border regions and are used for trading of precious metals from Belintash throughout the Emperiat. Apart from that mercenaries from the Driftmark are (in)famous for their skill in battle and dubious loyalties.
Several sayings play into these notions:
‘Markloyal’ implies a person’s loyalty is bought, or that his loyalty can be bought.
‘Safe as the roads of the mark’ is one that stems from the days before Albraght rule. It is most used for implying naivety of another person or a general saying foreboding danger.
‘Drifter’ was often used for rebellious persons aside from its usual use.
‘Tarugerbuild’ is a term for houses that are narrow and high and usually leaning forward considerably, like the houses in Tarugerdam. Mostly used to imply poor workmansip (even though the houses in Tarugerdam are actually quite well build for utility purposes considering the circumstances and marshland).
History:
Driftmarshes, as the Mark was called before 3 generations ago, is a marshland where the Tarugal flows. Once this region bordered the original expansion of the Empiriat due to the dense woods and inhospitable terrain. It knew very few inhabitants at the time, as only small villages of determined (some say grim) farmers dotted the edges of the Driftmarshes. These farmers were constantly harassed by bandits and bands of brigands who preyed on merchants on the roads or traders that sailed the Tarugal. Many picked up and left for safer regions like Andaluja or Belintash when the region came the refuge for rebellious or insurgent armies. Central in the numerous insurgencies and rebellions was the city of Tarugerdam. A trading port on the banks of the Tarugal river, near the shortest road between Belintash and Dieuporteille, also the place where goods are loaded over and taxes are levied on traders. Several times was it sided with the enemies of the Emperiat, was it sacked or was it taken, but for 3 generations it is now in the hands of the Albraght family (the Mayors of Tarugerdam) that declared for the Emperiat in time of turmoil. In return for their aid in crushing the Baradal rebellion they were granted the regions around Tarugerdam and where declared the ‘Markholders of Driftmark’ Under the Albraghts the roads are made safe(r) by tireless patrols of mercenary bands (some say the very same brigands that might’ve raided the same roads in the past) and city militias. The other cities of the Driftmarshes have been coming in the grips of the Albraght family by marriage, embargos and blatant threats of so called ‘non-protection’. The Mark is still plagued by remnants of rebellious armies, separationist towns and the ‘unnatural wildlife’ that take subterfuge in the marshes but Cheorge Albraght is determined to change the Driftmark. This is both literal and figuratively as currently large sums are being invested in making parts of the marshes habitable, and providing better infrastructure (to exact toll upon).

Iron Sovereigns

Paymaster Dirk Swerbaght

Name: Dirk Swerbaght
Age: 57
Appearance:

looks

Known for: Not much so far.
Dirty litle secret: Has been (secretly) coughing up blood for the last few weeks.
Motto: "The costs are always paid before the profit."

Spymaster Sabine Sydow

Name: Sabine Sydow
Age: 32
Appearance:

looks

Known for: Within the company she is known for her excellent bladework with the rapier, many of her suiters from within the company have small scars from the blade. Her title is never openly said but most have a suspicion.
Dirty litle secret: Suspicion is however that she is having an affair with Grenn Albraght and therefore is privy to most meetings
Motto: "Beneath every lie is truth"

Change log

1-7 added 'Iron Sovereigns' and Dirk Swerbaght.
11-7 added Sabine Sydow to the 'Iron Sovereigns' tab.

The king is dead, long live the king! [Reboot] [5/7]

So slightly altered version, might add things over time but the general gist is there.

Grenn Albraght

Grenn Albraght

Name: Grenn Albraght
Age: 37
Appearance: A broad (fat) and tall man usually wearing padded leathers and other clothes of utility rather than wealth, adorned with bear or wolf pelts at the collar. When on business he likes to wear an iron gauntlet covered in oiled wrappings, to enforce his image as a warlike brute.

Clothing

Known for: Brother of Markholder Cheorge Albraght. Leading the mercenary band the ‘Iron Sovereigns’, being ruthless and efficient in that regard. Generally considered a brute and not fit as an ambassador. What certainly doesnt help is his fondness for the 'velvet glove' an iron gauntlet he wears into battle on his left hand.
Dirty little secret: Occasionally brawls in some of the shadier fighting pits of the capital every now and then. Has given the order to torch several villages in the Driftmark.
Skills: Tactical commander of small company. Due to that function he knows how to set a trap and how to expect one. Ruthless pragmatist. Good fighter/brawler. Good at appearing stupid and taking advantage of that.
Motto: (personal)‘ Shake with your right hand, keep iron in your left.’
House Albraght motto: ‘Stability and progress’

Driftmark

Name of the Province: Driftmark
Name of your liege: Cheorge Albraght

Cheorge Albraght

Position: In the west, south of Belintash, north of Dieuporteille, west of the Capitol region.

Specialty: Driftmark is a region that was once the natural western border for the Emperiat, its marshes proved an obstacle for most armies of any size, and the same went for the river Tarugal that flows north to south in the Empire. The region is known as a staging and, more often, dying ground for several rebellions. Most of all it is bordered by vital roads and the Tarugal river that connect the Emperiats border regions and are used for trading of precious metals from Belintash throughout the Emperiat. Apart from that mercenaries from the Driftmark are (in)famous for their skill in battle and dubious loyalties.
Several sayings play into these notions:
‘Markloyal’ implies a person’s loyalty is bought, or that his loyalty can be bought.
‘Safe as the roads of the mark’ is one that stems from the days before Albraght rule. It is most used for implying naivety of another person or a general saying foreboding danger.
‘Drifter’ was often used for rebellious persons aside from its usual use.
‘Tarugerbuild’ is a term for houses that are narrow and high and usually leaning forward considerably, like the houses in Tarugerdam. Mostly used to imply poor workmansip (even though the houses in Tarugerdam are actually quite well build for utility purposes considering the circumstances and marshland).
History:
Driftmarshes, as the Mark was called before 3 generations ago, is a marshland where the Tarugal flows. Once this region bordered the original expansion of the Empiriat due to the dense woods and inhospitable terrain. It knew very few inhabitants at the time, as only small villages of determined (some say grim) farmers dotted the edges of the Driftmarshes. These farmers were constantly harassed by bandits and bands of brigands who preyed on merchants on the roads or traders that sailed the Tarugal. Many picked up and left for safer regions like Andaluja or Belintash when the region came the refuge for rebellious or insurgent armies. Central in the numerous insurgencies and rebellions was the city of Tarugerdam. A trading port on the banks of the Tarugal river, near the shortest road between Belintash and Dieuporteille, also the place where goods are loaded over and taxes are levied on traders. Several times was it sided with the enemies of the Emperiat, was it sacked or was it taken, but for 3 generations it is now in the hands of the Albraght family (the Mayors of Tarugerdam) that declared for the Emperiat in time of turmoil. In return for their aid in crushing the Baradal rebellion they were granted the regions around Tarugerdam and where declared the ‘Markholders of Driftmark’ Under the Albraghts the roads are made safe(r) by tireless patrols of mercenary bands (some say the very same brigands that might’ve raided the same roads in the past) and city militias. The other cities of the Driftmarshes have been coming in the grips of the Albraght family by marriage, embargos and blatant threats of so called ‘non-protection’. The Mark is still plagued by remnants of rebellious armies, separationist towns and the ‘unnatural wildlife’ that take subterfuge in the marshes but Cheorge Albraght is determined to change the Driftmark. This is both literal and figuratively as currently large sums are being invested in making parts of the marshes habitable, and providing better infrastructure (to exact toll upon).