Marcus XVI

The tales of Calradia

Name: Temujin Noyan, The Blue Wolf



Age: 40

Gender: Male

Personality: Temujin is a a silent individual, mostly giving short, to the point answers and the occasional snide comment. He lets his skills in arms and quick wits prove his points rather than resorting to words. Occasionally he has a habit of telling old stories and such.

Backstory: Temujin has always been a survivor - when his family was brutally murdered by the men of another member of the Khergit 'nobility' he walked out of it, shaken and full of rage and lust for revenge, but also full of patience and life. That was when he was maybe 15. Now, 25 years later he finally managed to take his revenge - along with the holdings, fiefs and everything else the murderer of his parents had held dear. His brutality in taking his revenge went so far that the Blue Wolf is known around all of Calcradia - though the rumors have grown over time. Though he could perhaps be more use to the Khanate by actually leading an army Temujin has - with the permission from Sanjar Khan himself - began traveling around Calcradia instead, searching for possible allies in coming wars.

Skills:
Horse Archery and marksmanship in general
Riding
tracking hunting and survival
Expert in hit and run tactics and leadeship.

Weapons/Equipment:
Masterwork warbow
Scimitar
Khergit lamellar vest
Leather boots

A black courser

Rations for two weeks for himself, his men and their horses.

Other: Temujin is accompanied by 8 horse archers. His group carries with them a black banner with a leaping blue wolf on it.

The tales of Calradia

Name: Temujin Noyan, The Blue Wolf



Age: 40

Gender: Male

Personality: Temujin is a a silent individual, mostly giving short, to the point answers and the occasional snide comment. He lets his skills in arms and quick wits prove his points rather than resorting to words. Occasionally he has a habit of telling old stories and such.

Backstory: Temujin has always been a survivor - when his family was brutally murdered by the men of another member of the Khergit 'nobility' he walked out of it, shaken and full of rage and lust for revenge, but also full of patience and life. That was when he was maybe 15. Now, 25 years later he finally managed to take his revenge - along with the holdings, fiefs and everything else the murderer of his parents had held dear. His brutality in taking his revenge went so far that the Blue Wolf is known around all of Calcradia - though the rumors have grown over time. Though he could perhaps be more use to the Khanate by actually leading an army Temujin has - with the permission from Sanjar Khan himself - began traveling around Calcradia instead, searching for possible allies in coming wars.

Skills:
Horse Archery and marksmanship in general
Riding
tracking hunting and survival
Expert in hit and run tactics and leadeship.

Weapons/Equipment:
Masterwork warbow
Scimitar
Khergit lamellar vest
Leather boots

A black courser

Rations for two weeks for himself, his men and their horses.

Other: Temujin is accompanied by 8 horse archers. His group carries with them a black banner with a leaping blue wolf on it.

Discovery- character development rp

Hello there! ^^ I must politely inquire if there would happen to be room for one more in this? ^^

Fortune or Fate?

Oi! I'll have ya know that neither of the clerics are wearin' rags.

Also I think the whole thing is a lawyers version of a cock waving competition.

Fortune or Fate?

I accidentally a little post, this bad?

Wow, such post, so text. Wow.

Fortune or Fate?

"Uh... Definitely yes. Clothes. Yes." Marius nodded his head, got back on his feet and spun around to face the paladin again. The pale elf took few steps closer and adjusted the heavy coat of his while going over the Code of Law in his head, there was something he had read about it that could hopefully get himself and Stybs out of the situation. "Now, sir paladin!" He managed to pull off the kindly cleric voice again. "In accordance of the section fourteen of the code of law, paragraphs three through eight - which clearly states that lay brothers, clerics, members of the Paladin orders or knights flying the banner of a lord, or holding a noble rank above baron are not to be detained from their duty if they can by themselves, or by the word of their God, liege lord, acquaintances or next of kin..." The pale elf paused to take a deep breath while glancing at what Stybs was doing. "Prove they are indeed doing the work of their God, order, a duty given to them by said God, order, liege lord, or other some such authority - even a captain of a city watch counts in some circumstances. If they lack proper authorization from any of the aforementioned sources they are to be detained in a manner described of in paragraph three of section one of the Code of Law." Quite dramatically, but still in a relatively tastefully subdued manner Marius spread his arms slightly. "Now, I am Marius Corbanet, the Duke of Blackwood and the second in line of succession for the Dukedom of Vo Kadrak by the clause of legitimized bastardry - in addition to holding two noble titles I am also a cleric of Antharg, the Lord of Plagues, disease, healing et al. Thus I am well within the aforementioned terms and conditions of of the non-detainment clause of the law."

Stybs nodded his head a few times while still smiling the toothy smile. "Ya checks on the friend-y, I'm gonna talky with dem pall-y-din git." The tall goblin reached the paladin and his pale elven companion just as Marius was finishing his little explanation about the law. For a moment the cloaked goblin just stood there, staring at the paladin's horse. Talk to the man, not the horse. Though the horse might be the smarter of the two. "Uh, right, thanks boss." You could nearly hear the gears turning inside the goblin's head as he tried to form a proper introductory sentence. "I iz gunna be pleadin' on tha law as well, cuz I'm a cleric too." There was a sudden gust of wind that made the goblin's cloak flutter in an appropriately dramatic manner. "I's Stybs Orcgutter. The Lib'rator, a cleric of Sa'nik tha Unchain'd. Prot'ctor of all kinds of gits in need of lib'ratin. Yes I is." He glanced at the pale elf and fixed a bit less toothy smile to his lips. "Uh, why was we doin' all this again?"

Marius had to admit that if Antharg was a cruel master at times Ska'nik tended not to be much better a boss if you weren't that smart to begin with. Not to mention he still wasn't sure to this day if Stybs's intelligence really fluctuated like that or if it was just an act - if it was an act the goblin should have became a bard instead of a cleric, he'd be the best damn actor in this side of... well... he'd be the best damn actor in the whole world. Silently thanking the Gods of the little chance to collect his thoughts the Cleric of Antharg managed to even remember the reason they had set up on their journey. "Now, me and my companion here are looking for a certain man. I do not know exactly what name the fellow goes under at the moment, but when I last met him he went under the name of Laethros. He has worked under many names and has tricked many a traveler and adventurer in to quite trouble. You see, just selling people in to slavery isn't quite enough, no, the bastard sells people to the Ilythiiri, or Drow as they are called in the common tongue. I fell for his fancy ruse some years ago and after a quite daring escape I have spent years hunting him down. Sadly he has a nasty habit of slipping away just at the most inopportune moments." The pale elf spat on the ground and fixed his red eyes towards the paladin. "Now, under the Code of Law my duty should be honourable enough as to either not be detained at all, or at least to have my detainment postponed until I have completed my duty. Also the fine print on the same paragraph states that and I quote: 'A member of nobility above or equal to a Duke may extend the protection of this aforementioned law to their traveling companions and provide a temporary pardon from any crime short of high treason if they so choose'. So... yeah. Besides, I am sure that you as a paladin would gladly aid us in our noble endeavor. Such villainy cannot after all be allowed to continue any further!"

Fortune or Fate?

"Nothing to worry about little miss, I'm just a wandering cleric." Marius stated in his best kind cleric voice while keeping his eyes fixed at the girl's face. "I certainly did not mean to scare you, nor are my actions in any way dishonest or unkind." The bandaged elf removed the bandages that covered the lower half of his face and smiled politely. "See, no monster hiding under the bandages." Apart from the small scar running from the left side of his mouth down to his chin there wasn't anything strange about the elf's face, all in all he seemed like your average elf - though deathly pale, but still your average elf. "My skin burns very easily, so that's why I wear the bandages." He added as a polite explanation."

"Oh, yeah, well..." Stybs tilted his head slightly and again smiled the toothy smile. "Thar's no need for knifey!" The tall goblin paused for a moment to remove his gloves before getting to work on untying Rook's hands. It did not take long for the goblin to exclaim "Aha! Gots it!" he tossed the leather cord aside and pointed himself in the chest with the thumb of his left hand. "Stybs is smart an' good wit' knots too."

Fortune or Fate?

HANDLE IT! Marius hastily spun on his heels and extended his hand towards the still fleeing goblin while very clearly saying a single word. "Wither." Something did wither alright, mainly the trees the damn goblin just managed to duck past. You didn't handle it... "Sorry, m'lord." The hand the bandaged elf had used to cast the spell seemed for the moment much more frail and nearly skeletal in comparison to the rest of his body. The red eyes of the elf turned back to the paladin. "I'll provide you with introductions once we have made sure the..." Marius glanced over his shoulder to make sure that the naked elf wasn't just a figment of his imagination. "...Other lady in a definitive state of undress is alright as well." Without another word the elven cleric made her way to the naked, seemingly unconscious woman and dropped on one knee. He paused for a moment to steady his thoughts and to remove the bandages from his left hand. Heal? "Yes, m'lord." Marius kept his eyes fixed forwards, very much away from the naked form and gently placed his left hand on the woman's shoulder. You know her hair might lose it's color if you use that kind of healing... Mine is much better. "Oh yes, m'lord, healing with painful growths and pores is much better than using one's life energy." Some clerics use divine energies for healing, some their own life force and then there are those who know that all clerics can use both. Marius took a deep breath and sent out what he could only describe as a wave of life - it would heal wounds, but there might be some side-effects, mostly due to his albinism.

Stybs continued smiling his toothy smile and offered a gloved hand to Rook. "Tha name is Orcgutter, Stybs Orcgutter, sum people call me tha Lib'rator, cuz that's what I do. Liberate people. Mostly from dem slavers an' such, but as ya see sometimes dem gits don' listen an' then I gots ta liberate them heads from them shoulders - yes I does." There seems to be a paladin not too far from you, perhaps you should go greet the fellow now that this whole debacle is done with? "Uh, ya is not hurtsies, yes? Cuz the boss wants me to have a word with that pall-y-din git over thar." He motioned towards the paladin and the toothy smile became a bit confused one.

Slave ship wrecked

"The bloody blazes you mean someone of the crew aided the slaves?" The Dukw's mustache twithced with barely contained rage before he managed to again gather his composure. This area was completely foreign to him, but Alexander was if nothing else a smart man. "The slaves might try to make their way to a waterway... Damnable..." The tall nobleman adjusted his coat slightly. "Well, we best be on our way then. Now, are you certain you do not have a clue where the slaves headed?" The aging gentleman sounded sincerely hopeful that the village elder had just forgotten some minor tidbit of information.

Fortune or Fate?

Well, at the very least the paladin... *Horatio Glasses Maneuver* ...Works by the book.