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I will begin a post right now. It might be a tad short but all I care about is making sure we can move on. Sorry for being so late.
I will have to post later tomorrow. Using my phone because my computer gave way.
Very well.
Nytefall said
Alrighty Godofchaos gave your character Seán a bit of a hand.
Well I feel bad for at least one of the heavies that will feel Seán's strength. Seán will be grateful of Cynric's help.
Ink Blood, I will wait on your post just in case you have a special plan for Iver.
Bridgeburner said
I couldn't help but laugh at your post, when "It was quick and sudden, before Seán knew it he had just caught the sound of a heavy squad going up against a marine squad. That was it. Haha! Suckers, I almost feel bad for that squad. Wait- Seán looked over just in time to see a squad of heavies charging across a clear part of the docks. "
Haha
I couldn't help myself! It felt like a good time to throw that in there.
Ink Blood said
Looks like Iver and Acele are going to be good friends now. Chaos, Iver will help Seán out with the two Heavies.
That will be a slight relief. If you would like I give you full permission to say that he was getting a whooping from the two heavies. If not that's fine.
Seán's got Acele's back! Well, kinda, he had to try and defend the healer.
Seán wasn't sure how he felt about the squad. He didn't know whether it would be a graceful beginning or a painful conclusion to his life. It was in fates hands now, but it would be up to the others to get his back. For whatever possible reason he knew that this squad had potential, they just had to utilize it and push on no matter the cost. Seán took one last look at the whole squad before they left the tavern. More marines then any. I just have to hope they can hold there own if no one can get to them. Hopefully those mages and that healer proves useful as well. Seán was decent at making decisions quickly and effectively, but he can take orders just as well as yell them.
Before he knew it the hour was gone. The squad made their way to the docks, which was crowded and filled with rowdy squads eager to get into a real battle. Little did Seán know, he would get involved in a small fight before he was even placed on a real battlefield. Seán focused on other squads around them. He saw a few squads that had large men. Some men being larger than him. They must be the heavy squads, the heavies with experience in military. Seán didn't have military experience but was given a boot camp feel for eight years straight. He was catching people staring at him just like they eyed the other heavies. It was something that a heavy was used too. Especially the ones that seemed to have a larger than normal frame for their height.
It was quick and sudden, before Seán knew it he had just caught the sound of a heavy squad going up against a marine squad. That was it. Haha! Suckers, I almost feel bad for that squad. Wait- Seán looked over just in time to see a squad of heavies charging across a clear part of the docks. Oh boy! Seán had to side step and trip one before he heard his name called out. Things were quick and sudden but Seán gained sight of the whole picture quickly. They were fighting over a win so they didn't endanger their lives on a ship that was practically a giant bomb. He quickly looked at the heavy who had face planted into the wooden planks below their feet.
"SEÁN! XAVIER! Cover the mages! - " It was his sergeant who yelled it and Seán reacted very quickly. The first thing he noticed was the healer get hit though, they needed the healer to fight at maximum advantage. Sadly, Seán wasn't fast enough and he saw a heavy land a punch right into her stomach. Seán charged the heavy and practically ran him into the wood, swinging his metal encased fists at the mans face. Seán was suddenly thrown off by the heavy he had tripped earlier, instead of landing on top of him and beating the living hell out of Seán he went to help his buddy up. It gave Seán enough time to stand on his own two feet. Before Seán knew it, he was taking on two heavies at once. This is not gonna end too well for one side
Before he knew it the hour was gone. The squad made their way to the docks, which was crowded and filled with rowdy squads eager to get into a real battle. Little did Seán know, he would get involved in a small fight before he was even placed on a real battlefield. Seán focused on other squads around them. He saw a few squads that had large men. Some men being larger than him. They must be the heavy squads, the heavies with experience in military. Seán didn't have military experience but was given a boot camp feel for eight years straight. He was catching people staring at him just like they eyed the other heavies. It was something that a heavy was used too. Especially the ones that seemed to have a larger than normal frame for their height.
It was quick and sudden, before Seán knew it he had just caught the sound of a heavy squad going up against a marine squad. That was it. Haha! Suckers, I almost feel bad for that squad. Wait- Seán looked over just in time to see a squad of heavies charging across a clear part of the docks. Oh boy! Seán had to side step and trip one before he heard his name called out. Things were quick and sudden but Seán gained sight of the whole picture quickly. They were fighting over a win so they didn't endanger their lives on a ship that was practically a giant bomb. He quickly looked at the heavy who had face planted into the wooden planks below their feet.
"SEÁN! XAVIER! Cover the mages! - " It was his sergeant who yelled it and Seán reacted very quickly. The first thing he noticed was the healer get hit though, they needed the healer to fight at maximum advantage. Sadly, Seán wasn't fast enough and he saw a heavy land a punch right into her stomach. Seán charged the heavy and practically ran him into the wood, swinging his metal encased fists at the mans face. Seán was suddenly thrown off by the heavy he had tripped earlier, instead of landing on top of him and beating the living hell out of Seán he went to help his buddy up. It gave Seán enough time to stand on his own two feet. Before Seán knew it, he was taking on two heavies at once. This is not gonna end too well for one side
I believe we are waiting on two more.
The sun seemed to be brighter the next day as Seán was out and about. Then again the inn was a bit dark and it could have played with his eye sight. He looked up to the man who was calling out names and it felt like this man calling out names was far from calling his. I just might be in the seventh or eighth squad. He looked over the crowd, most of them were small, but muscular. A mix of gender was clear, but it was a tad scary to see some women that were battle hungry more than some of the men. Seán adjusted his sheath, which rested on his left hip, and the shield on his back before looking up.
A sword landed on the cloth right where his elbow was. Seán looked down to see a boy who looked to be in his late teens. The young boy laughed, "You wouldn't have an arm anymore!" Seán wagged his finger in response and then clenched his hand into a fist and knocked on his elbow. The metal gloves met with another piece of metal under the cloth. "A heavy never leaves open skin." The boy looked over at the man on the crate and looked back. "Thats my name! Oh boy I can't wait to get out there!" Seán chuckled, he didn't think he would last too long, he seemed too over confident.
Seventh and eighth squad passed and Seán knew his guess was no longer correct. “2nd LEGION, 5TH COMPANY, 9TH MARINE SQUAD! Sergeant of this squad will be Fyn Hunter” There was a short pause, it seemed like there was a small disagreement between the newly made sergeant and the crate man. “2nd LEGION, 5TH COMPANY, 9TH MARINE SQUAD! Sergeant of this squad will be Fyn Hunter” Seán paused for a moment, a few seconds went by and his brain finally registered his name was called. He walked up to the crate, his large frame wasn't necessarily a good thing at this point. "Excuse me" and "Pardon me" were the only two phrases he was able to say at that point. When Seán reached the crate, he took a look at his squad. It was looking pretty good for the most part.
Seán followed his new leader and squad to the tavern, where it wreaked of piss and rotting carcasses. He set his helm on the table and tried to sit in one of the chairs provided for him, but he was simply too big to fit in the chair, so he stood with helm under his right arm and his left hand rested on the hilt of his sword. Seán made sure to take note of every person that spoke and their role. He didn't want to get off on the wrong foot with anyone, besides, these were people that were to fight along side him, and if he had a shot at being able to move forward without getting stabbed in the back on the battlefield, he would have no choice but to trust these specific people. The last person seemed to enjoy all the beer that was given, so he took his tankard and gave it a push to the foreign man.
There was a long moment of awkward silence so Seán took hold of the opportunity. "I'm Seán, Seán Uidhir. I come from the mountains in the northern part of the Jadelyn Empire. My father was lumberjack and hunter and my mother was a simple housewife. We got by pretty easily until my parents were killed by bandits. They spared my life and dropped me off outside of a city where the city guard put me in an orphanage. It was a rough and annoying life, but, I wouldn't say it was as bad as any of yours. Anyways, long story short, I picked up an apprenticeship with a blacksmith that failed quickly when his son was old enough, picked up a nomadic life style for a few years, trained to be a literal intimidation on the battlefield and to be skilled in combat for eight years, and here I am, with you people." Seán didn't have a smile on his face. He simply just stared at everyone. He wanted this to be over so they could get out on adventure and battle. He wasn't planning on making any life long friends here. He quickly grabbed on of the sigil pins and pinned it to the cloth on his right arm.
A sword landed on the cloth right where his elbow was. Seán looked down to see a boy who looked to be in his late teens. The young boy laughed, "You wouldn't have an arm anymore!" Seán wagged his finger in response and then clenched his hand into a fist and knocked on his elbow. The metal gloves met with another piece of metal under the cloth. "A heavy never leaves open skin." The boy looked over at the man on the crate and looked back. "Thats my name! Oh boy I can't wait to get out there!" Seán chuckled, he didn't think he would last too long, he seemed too over confident.
Seventh and eighth squad passed and Seán knew his guess was no longer correct. “2nd LEGION, 5TH COMPANY, 9TH MARINE SQUAD! Sergeant of this squad will be Fyn Hunter” There was a short pause, it seemed like there was a small disagreement between the newly made sergeant and the crate man. “2nd LEGION, 5TH COMPANY, 9TH MARINE SQUAD! Sergeant of this squad will be Fyn Hunter” Seán paused for a moment, a few seconds went by and his brain finally registered his name was called. He walked up to the crate, his large frame wasn't necessarily a good thing at this point. "Excuse me" and "Pardon me" were the only two phrases he was able to say at that point. When Seán reached the crate, he took a look at his squad. It was looking pretty good for the most part.
Seán followed his new leader and squad to the tavern, where it wreaked of piss and rotting carcasses. He set his helm on the table and tried to sit in one of the chairs provided for him, but he was simply too big to fit in the chair, so he stood with helm under his right arm and his left hand rested on the hilt of his sword. Seán made sure to take note of every person that spoke and their role. He didn't want to get off on the wrong foot with anyone, besides, these were people that were to fight along side him, and if he had a shot at being able to move forward without getting stabbed in the back on the battlefield, he would have no choice but to trust these specific people. The last person seemed to enjoy all the beer that was given, so he took his tankard and gave it a push to the foreign man.
There was a long moment of awkward silence so Seán took hold of the opportunity. "I'm Seán, Seán Uidhir. I come from the mountains in the northern part of the Jadelyn Empire. My father was lumberjack and hunter and my mother was a simple housewife. We got by pretty easily until my parents were killed by bandits. They spared my life and dropped me off outside of a city where the city guard put me in an orphanage. It was a rough and annoying life, but, I wouldn't say it was as bad as any of yours. Anyways, long story short, I picked up an apprenticeship with a blacksmith that failed quickly when his son was old enough, picked up a nomadic life style for a few years, trained to be a literal intimidation on the battlefield and to be skilled in combat for eight years, and here I am, with you people." Seán didn't have a smile on his face. He simply just stared at everyone. He wanted this to be over so they could get out on adventure and battle. He wasn't planning on making any life long friends here. He quickly grabbed on of the sigil pins and pinned it to the cloth on his right arm.
Bridgeburner said
New members and squad members can 'join in', being transferred from other squads or companies, but only until the first engagement. I am afraid that after the first major battle I will be unable to accept new members. Until a good opportunity arises, that is.
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