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Just A Small Town Girl Looking For A Partner!

I would be interested in an RP! Walking dead OC x OC in particular! Or if you are feeling it more I am also comfortable with just about the supernatural ideas ie werewolf x human.

Battle of the Maw

The Hoplites stand almost stock still as the enemy begin to pour from the gate, unorganized and severely lacking in any thought out formation. The horsehair on their helmets sway slightly in the breeze, the dirt shifting slightly under the hafts of their spears. They are arranged five deep each rank a pace apart from each other the files standing shoulder to shoulder.

From the third rank Bane looks over the men from his position in the third rank and cannot find even a hint of fear. His men stand completely undaunted by the cries of the horde. A small grin spreads across the stern mans face before his helmet slides over his head. His voice rings out over his formation.

"Look at them men. Look at the horde. Hear their cries. Those are the cries of terrified men who know they charge to their death. We are the Legion of the dead and we shall know no fear!"

"HRAGH!"

"They have no discipline, we are discipline! They fear death, WE ARE DEATH INCARNATE!"

"HRAGH!"

"Remember this day men! For it will be yours in this life and the next! For all time! And all shall know that you stood at the battle of the Maw and did not give an inch of ground! All know that you stared death in the face and spat in his eye. For the Legion! For the Rigante!"

"HRAGH!"

The horde draws closer, the stern eyes of the hoplites meeting the wild adrenaline crazed eyes of their enemies. Their chests already heaving as the distance grows smaller by the second.

"Form up!"

Shields clang and spears lower presenting a nigh impenetrable looking wall of steel and spear. The phalanx is perfect, textbook. The men stand shoulder to shoulder covering each other with their large circular shields, their spears at a near uniform height.

"Hold! Hold!"

One last time before the battle is joined his eyes flick up and down the ranks of his allies. None seem cowed, none seem likely to break. And then the battle is joined and all thought is drowned out by the deafening clash of steel on steel and the screams of dying men.

Battle of the Maw

Apologies for not having another post up yet. I have been working long hours and then was away from civilization for a few days. I will have a post up in the next 24 hours

Battle of the Maw

Bane is normally a man of few words, that is demonstrated fully when the generals meet. He is silent his eyes burrowing into each of the men opposite him with intensity that could near melt stone looking for the slightest hint of weakness. He finds it in their hatred, their foolish hearts swayed by such petty things on the eve of battle.

He remains silent as the bolts are launched and is silent still when they are stilled his eyes showing the barest flicker of surprise as the bolts disintegrate in midair. On the ride back to camp he is clearly deep in thought, his eyes locked ahead of himself clearly gazing into the abyss.

His men are quickly setup in camp, their tents neat and orderly. The men quickly performing maintenance on their kit as well as digging latrines and erecting a field hospital as well as a mess hall and separate cooking area. With the speed it was constructed it is clear the Legion of the Damned are used to living on the path to a battleground.

The meeting of the Roundtable

Bane is silent for the first round of bickering, his eyes dart around the room from face to face and betray nothing of his feelings as each of the generals speak. He waits patiently until they have all had their turn to speak before he offers his council, best let them exhaust themselves fighting with each other and save his words for when they matter most.

"I did not think that of all of us hear so far it would be the Greenskin that would speak the clearest and keeps his eyes most firmly on the goal. Nor did I think that he would have sound understanding of defensive strategy.

He pauses for a moment and scans the room almost waiting to be interrupted before continuing to speak.

"Many of you speak well, some of you make decent points. But what matters most here is results. So rather than bicker and argue about who has the best strategy or the biggest cock let us look at the plan and see how best we can use it. Or if you feel so strongly, present your own plan if it is so drastically different and let it stand on it's own merits."

He takes another breath as he looks over the strategy put forward again, his practiced eyes looking over it for any potential weakness or faults.

"The plan is solid, if a little underdeveloped. In concept it will work. He offers a nod of his head towards Alexander, Lothian and Pizurk. "My legion is well versed in battles of attrition and if the enemy auxiliary is as undisciplined as they at first appear, even if guided at first by Alaric's tactical mind they will undoubtedly, if unconsciously go with the path of least resistance. This being the center of our forces and the lighter armoured warriors located there.

He scratches at his neatly groomed facial hair before continuing with his speech his voice deep and unwavering. "There are weaknesses however. My own men fight with utter devotion and skill at arms. However our formation is inflexible, while that is what makes us effective it may cause a problem. If they enemy pout up stiffer resistance than expected my men may be slowed in their wheel about and may not be able to apply pressure to the center if we are still locked down. There is also the issue of the same problem with the light cavalry. What if you are met with equal or greater force, and therefore unable to sweep around and aid the center? We are few here, and every men slain on the first day is one that cannot hold the next. No plan survives first contact, but that is why we need contingencies."

"I would suggest having the heavy cavalry mobilize and be ready to sally forth if the light cavalry become entangled. This still allows them a days rest if all goes well but allows us more tactical flexibility. If the light cavalry become involved in a pitched battle with their counterparts the heavy cavalry can flank around and collapse on the center with the weight of a hammer on an anvil. I would also suggest overnight the construction of large portable shields for our archers to minimize casualties sustained from their own missile units. Every archer saved here is one more arrow thrown against the legion when they come for us in full."

Battle of the Maw

I haven't posted yet. Have been insanely busy with work, last few have been 14 hour days. My post will be up in the next 24 hours

Battle of the Maw

That would be a good idea. It would be best to plan this as a defensive battle and plan to use our shock cavalry sparingly, largely using them to outmaneuver massed infantry. Particularly while engaged with our own infantry, they are too precious a commodity to waste sallying forth early (Unless we can cause a rout). In the early days we should largely focus on digging in and preparing for a siege. Our own archers and siege equipment will be of no use to us if they are countered in larger numbers by the offensive army. We should be building earthen works and creating shields to prolong the lives of our soldiers. Especially if we expose our archers by placing them high, we will want them to have some kind of shielding preferably something semi portable.

Pitch particularly fired from a catapult or the like would be a brilliant idea in the confined spaces of the canyon and is fantastic way to break morale of the offensive army. Especially when combined with caltrops to limit speed and maneuverability.

If we can use some of Pizarks Hunters and trappers to find some goat paths leading through the mountains we will need to divert a small amount of men to protect them but it may also open up the ability to sabotage supply lines.

But really there can be no concrete plan or clear way to deploy our forces until we know the disposition of the enemy.

It is also important to remember we are not trying to kill as many as possible (Although more is better). We are trying to delay them.

Battle of the Maw

My character would of course volunteer having a history of command and hard fought battles and campaigns. However if he is going to be overuled by one of the princes/royals that makes IC sense.

Battle of the Maw

Bane Skilgannon the Stern

Name: Bane Skilgannon the Stern

Physical: Bane is an imposing man and not just because of his stature. He stands at nearly seven feet tall and weighs roughly 110kg with not an ounce of fat on his body. He is clearly a man trained and bred for war. His body is criss crossed with both major and minor scars telling the story of a life filled with conflict, conflict that he managed to survive. He has dark hair that is kept short and cut close to his head, easy to hide under his helmet. His beard is kept well trimmed ensuring it is not long enough to use as a handhold while still suiting his face. But by far the most striking feature on the man are his steel coloured eyes, they show no give nor remorse only cold unyielding resolve.

Equipment: A cuirass of heavy steel armour over a padded leather tunic. His arms are largely covered by banded mail fitted to leather straps that encircle the arms. His legs are covered by a pteruges of heavy studded leather while his shins are covered by steel greaves that reach the knee. Atop his head is a helmet a solitary red plume the only thing separating him from his men.

A long spear.

A kukri.

A large circular shield.

Background: Bane was nor always the hardened leader he is today, everyone has an origin story and he is no different. He started off as a minor noble in the Rigante Kingdom. His childhood years were nothing special going through what most nobles do, he learnt how to read and write, how to ride a horse as well as learning basic martial craft.

It was in his teenage years started off more or less the same. More advanced lessons on administration and statecraft, etiquette lessons and finally advanced arms lessons. Like many young men he shrugged off many of his lessons particularly his martial ones far preferring to spend his time indulging in leisure activities than getting sweaty and bothered with other men. He became a well known skirt chaser and drunkard whenever he was not performing his duties.

Ultimately it was both that led to his downfall. A feast to celebrate the prince and his newlywed wife. It was a feast befitting of a future king, a table groaning under the weight of the piled on meats and sweets. And unfortunately for Bane far too much wine. The future queen was found later in her chambers groaning much the same as the table did earlier only this time it was under Bane's weight rather than that of a feast.

The future king did not want to deal with the scandal that a public trial or execution would bring. So his advisers suggested something that would solve the problem at the same time as silencing all potential rumors. Bane and all those who may have had an inkling of what transpired that night were sentenced to serve in the Legion of the Dead.

The Legion proved to be the furnace that forged Bane into the man he is today. The training was brutal, harsh beyond what most could wish upon even their enemies. In the end however it produces warriors almost without peer and with almost unwavering resolve.

It has been many years since Bane left the Legion bootcamp, many years of campaigns battles and fallen comrades. Years of stitched wounds of brutal victories and heroic achievements. Now he leads the Legion in its entirety, and he has chosen The Maw to be the place where they truly live up to their name.

Faction: The Rigante Kingdom(The Legion of the Dead)
The Rigante Kingdom is a smaller kingdom in the center of the Western Kingdoms. They are a disciplined people for the large part with a large emphasis on family and familial honor. The lands they hold are heavily forested and so Timber makes up a large source of their income as well as trade. In the last few years large deposits of iron ore and gold have been discovered bringing a large degree of wealth into the kingdom.

With such an emphasis on familial honor there must be disgraced families. And there are among both commoners and nobles. There is a simple answer to this however. The Legion of the Dead. For the low cost of the offenders life honor can be restored to your family and your past sins shall be forgotten. Entrance into the legion is far more common for nobles than it is for the peasantry as most peasants are simply imprisoned or executed.

The Legion is a small elite force that is sent only into the heaviest fighting, holding the center line against all odds or until they all perish. They are always few in number as recruits are often hard to come by. But those that are there are honor bound to fight to their last breath for their families, if that is not enough motivation there are dark rumors about brutal methods used to instill in them the unbreaking desire to die in combat while they are being trained for service in the legion.

If any of the Legion do desert their post the sentence is clear. Their families name shall be scrubbed from the history books, their lands and titles are forfeit and they will be immediately pressed into service for the Legion.

Command: 300 Hoplite warriors equipped with heavy armor (Similiar to my own), spear, shield and a Kukri.
90 Crossbow men equipped with Brigandine armor, crossbow and a Kukri.
10 Scorpion operators equipped with Brigandine armor and utilising 10 scorpion style Ballista.

(Its a bit rough I know. Work on it more when I haven't worked the last 12.)

Battle of the Maw

Bane Skilgannon the Stern

Name: Bane Skilgannon the Stern

Physical: Bane is an imposing man and not just because of his stature. He stands at nearly seven feet tall and weighs roughly 110kg with not an ounce of fat on his body. He is clearly a man trained and bred for war. His body is criss crossed with both major and minor scars telling the story of a life filled with conflict, conflict that he managed to survive. He has dark hair that is kept short and cut close to his head, easy to hide under his helmet. His beard is kept well trimmed ensuring it is not long enough to use as a handhold while still suiting his face. But by far the most striking feature on the man are his steel coloured eyes, they show no give nor remorse only cold unyielding resolve.

Equipment: A cuirass of heavy steel armour over a padded leather tunic. His arms are largely covered by banded mail fitted to leather straps that encircle the arms. His legs are covered by a pteruges of heavy studded leather while his shins are covered by steel greaves that reach the knee. Atop his head is a helmet a solitary red plume the only thing separating him from his men.

A long spear.

A kukri.

A large circular shield.

Background: Bane was nor always the hardened leader he is today, everyone has an origin story and he is no different. He started off as a minor noble in the Rigante Kingdom. His childhood years were nothing special going through what most nobles do, he learnt how to read and write, how to ride a horse as well as learning basic martial craft.

It was in his teenage years started off more or less the same. More advanced lessons on administration and statecraft, etiquette lessons and finally advanced arms lessons. Like many young men he shrugged off many of his lessons particularly his martial ones far preferring to spend his time indulging in leisure activities than getting sweaty and bothered with other men. He became a well known skirt chaser and drunkard whenever he was not performing his duties.

Ultimately it was both that led to his downfall. A feast to celebrate the prince and his newlywed wife. It was a feast befitting of a future king, a table groaning under the weight of the piled on meats and sweets. And unfortunately for Bane far too much wine. The future queen was found later in her chambers groaning much the same as the table did earlier only this time it was under Bane's weight rather than that of a feast.

The future king did not want to deal with the scandal that a public trial or execution would bring. So his advisers suggested something that would solve the problem at the same time as silencing all potential rumors. Bane and all those who may have had an inkling of what transpired that night were sentenced to serve in the Legion of the Dead.

The Legion proved to be the furnace that forged Bane into the man he is today. The training was brutal, harsh beyond what most could wish upon even their enemies. In the end however it produces warriors almost without peer and with almost unwavering resolve.

It has been many years since Bane left the Legion bootcamp, many years of campaigns battles and fallen comrades. Years of stitched wounds of brutal victories and heroic achievements. Now he leads the Legion in its entirety, and he has chosen The Maw to be the place where they truly live up to their name.

Faction: The Rigante Kingdom(The Legion of the Dead)
The Rigante Kingdom is a smaller kingdom in the center of the Western Kingdoms. They are a disciplined people for the large part with a large emphasis on family and familial honor. The lands they hold are heavily forested and so Timber makes up a large source of their income as well as trade. In the last few years large deposits of iron ore and gold have been discovered bringing a large degree of wealth into the kingdom.

With such an emphasis on familial honor there must be disgraced families. And there are among both commoners and nobles. There is a simple answer to this however. The Legion of the Dead. For the low cost of the offenders life honor can be restored to your family and your past sins shall be forgotten. Entrance into the legion is far more common for nobles than it is for the peasantry as most peasants are simply imprisoned or executed.

The Legion is a small elite force that is sent only into the heaviest fighting, holding the center line against all odds or until they all perish. They are always few in number as recruits are often hard to come by. But those that are there are honor bound to fight to their last breath for their families, if that is not enough motivation there are dark rumors about brutal methods used to instill in them the unbreaking desire to die in combat while they are being trained for service in the legion.

If any of the Legion do desert their post the sentence is clear. Their families name shall be scrubbed from the history books, their lands and titles are forfeit and they will be immediately pressed into service for the Legion.

Command: 300 Hoplite warriors equipped with heavy armor (Similiar to my own), spear, shield and a Kukri.
90 Crossbow men equipped with Brigandine armor, crossbow and a Kukri.
10 Scorpion operators equipped with Brigandine armor and utilising 10 scorpion style Ballista.

(Its a bit rough I know. Work on it more when I haven't worked the last 12.)

Battle of the Maw (Medieval Fantasy)

@6slyboy6 I am going to be largely infantry focused with 400 hoplites and 90 crossbowmen. Leaving 10 men to man the scorpions. They are not 'true' siege equipment and are operated by one man each. They are essentially just super heavy crossbows. They are not like the much larger Ballista more common in the dark ages.