I'm interested. Sounds like the kind of RP I used to do alright in :D
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I'm good to proceed. To be honest, I'm too short on medieval equipment jargon to keep that conversation going right now. I can have Andel recall the important bits in a brief flashback.
"It's an impressive display."
Andel tested the weight of a slightly curved sword. If his memory served, this one was called a falchion -- a short blade reminiscent of a machete. It was fairly short, so it lacked the reach Andel preferred. He returned it to the rack and perused some of the other weapons. The assortment of blades was impressive indeed. Everything from varieties of the common broadsword to exotic blades such as scimitars and khopeshes. There were a number of weapons that Andel could not identify, let alone comprehend the usage of. In the end, he was drawn to a longsword. Familiar and efficient. He carried the blade to a clear area off to the side of the group and went through the few stances he'd picked up on over the years. Longswords were a bit heavier than he was accustomed to -- he'd only ever gotten to hold broadswords before, after all -- but he appreciated the weight when it was behind his strikes. With a little bit of training it would become no inconvenience at all.
After finalizing his choice with Xan, Andel turned his attention to the armor rack up on the wagon. This was an area he had little knowledge in. Armor was simultaneously an essential part of a warrior's equipment and also an inconvenience. Striking a balance between protection and maneuverability was important. While he had always been impressed by knights in full plate, Andel doubted it was for him; the weight of the armor alone would probably impair his movement beyond effectiveness. Likewise, leather or chainmail gear seemed too exposed. They might deflect a glancing blow from a blade or keep an arrow from piercing skin, but a good strike from a sword could cleave it right in two. Perhaps there was a combination of the two?
He found his answer a few sets down the line in a chainmail tunic with interwoven metal plates on the breast, shoulders, cummerbund and neck. Though not quite as sturdy as traditional plate armor, platemail afforded a good mixture of protection, maneuverability, and stealth. Weighing the set in his hands, Andel estimated that he could wear it with minimal encumbrance.
After having made his selections, he made his way back to the rest of the group.
Andel tested the weight of a slightly curved sword. If his memory served, this one was called a falchion -- a short blade reminiscent of a machete. It was fairly short, so it lacked the reach Andel preferred. He returned it to the rack and perused some of the other weapons. The assortment of blades was impressive indeed. Everything from varieties of the common broadsword to exotic blades such as scimitars and khopeshes. There were a number of weapons that Andel could not identify, let alone comprehend the usage of. In the end, he was drawn to a longsword. Familiar and efficient. He carried the blade to a clear area off to the side of the group and went through the few stances he'd picked up on over the years. Longswords were a bit heavier than he was accustomed to -- he'd only ever gotten to hold broadswords before, after all -- but he appreciated the weight when it was behind his strikes. With a little bit of training it would become no inconvenience at all.
After finalizing his choice with Xan, Andel turned his attention to the armor rack up on the wagon. This was an area he had little knowledge in. Armor was simultaneously an essential part of a warrior's equipment and also an inconvenience. Striking a balance between protection and maneuverability was important. While he had always been impressed by knights in full plate, Andel doubted it was for him; the weight of the armor alone would probably impair his movement beyond effectiveness. Likewise, leather or chainmail gear seemed too exposed. They might deflect a glancing blow from a blade or keep an arrow from piercing skin, but a good strike from a sword could cleave it right in two. Perhaps there was a combination of the two?
He found his answer a few sets down the line in a chainmail tunic with interwoven metal plates on the breast, shoulders, cummerbund and neck. Though not quite as sturdy as traditional plate armor, platemail afforded a good mixture of protection, maneuverability, and stealth. Weighing the set in his hands, Andel estimated that he could wear it with minimal encumbrance.
After having made his selections, he made his way back to the rest of the group.
I'll have my post up in a couple of minutes; it's a very filler-y, rambling thing. But swords.
Whatever poor saps that had put stock in the romantic tales of knights in gleaming armor stopped doing such this morning. No story ever revealed the mud, the sweat, and the bruises that were endured to simply earn the opportunity to learn. Andel rubbed his knee, on which had appeared a large blotch of grisly purple. He poked at it and winced. Failing to dodge the low strike from the staff had been a rather amateur mistake, in retrospect. For someone whose strengths lie in his agility, failure to recognize such an attack and promptly respond in time could be fatal in a true fight. Moving further down his leg, Andel examined the multitude of scratches and scrapes that had accumulated as the result of his previous injury. All minor inconveniences -- just a smart from them here and again -- but it was a pity that they could have been avoided had he possessed the ability to jump and maneuver.
He sighed and unrolled the legs of his trousers. All things considered, the first test was not so difficult. Of course a knight would require endurance and, more importantly, perseverance. A long morning run through arrows and staves was practically pleasant compared to a real battle, where blood and death reigned. Still, Andel was somewhat disappointed at the lack of achievement he felt. Maybe he thought he would make it through much better off than he did -- more like that blonde recruit had. Maybe Andel's lack of swelling pride was a result of his exhaustion, and he'd find it tomorrow, along with the inevitable aches of strenuous exercise. His thoughts paused for a moment as he noticed the Lord Commander appear before all the recruits and begin to speak.
Weapons and armor, eh? That was something to get excited about. Andel wasn't unfamiliar with weaponry; his family traded in them occasionally. Back when he was a child, Andel would oft pester the sailors to explain what each one was called and how it was used. Not that he gained any real insight into their techniques at the time. More often than not, they'd said to him something along the lines of "Yer too young a lad to know about men cutting each other down." And send him along. He lightly snorted at the memory. It would have been better to lose his innocence then than by finding out what his family was doing. Andel limped into the queue for outfitting. He had some idea as to the type of weapon he wanted. Swords suited his physique and ability. Axes and maces and clubs all required more strength than he had to wield efficiently, and spears or halberds, well, he didn't find them interesting. A rather petty reason not to look into them, but if you're going to be holding a tool for killing, it might as well be one that strikes your fancy and your enemies at the same time, no?
He reached the front of the line and took a look at the man in front of him. Andel hadn't spoken to Xan all that much, nor did he know much about him other than the usual tidbits of info that floated around the recruits. But Andel was holding up the line; getting friendly could wait.
"Well met, Xan. I was considering a sword."
He sighed and unrolled the legs of his trousers. All things considered, the first test was not so difficult. Of course a knight would require endurance and, more importantly, perseverance. A long morning run through arrows and staves was practically pleasant compared to a real battle, where blood and death reigned. Still, Andel was somewhat disappointed at the lack of achievement he felt. Maybe he thought he would make it through much better off than he did -- more like that blonde recruit had. Maybe Andel's lack of swelling pride was a result of his exhaustion, and he'd find it tomorrow, along with the inevitable aches of strenuous exercise. His thoughts paused for a moment as he noticed the Lord Commander appear before all the recruits and begin to speak.
Weapons and armor, eh? That was something to get excited about. Andel wasn't unfamiliar with weaponry; his family traded in them occasionally. Back when he was a child, Andel would oft pester the sailors to explain what each one was called and how it was used. Not that he gained any real insight into their techniques at the time. More often than not, they'd said to him something along the lines of "Yer too young a lad to know about men cutting each other down." And send him along. He lightly snorted at the memory. It would have been better to lose his innocence then than by finding out what his family was doing. Andel limped into the queue for outfitting. He had some idea as to the type of weapon he wanted. Swords suited his physique and ability. Axes and maces and clubs all required more strength than he had to wield efficiently, and spears or halberds, well, he didn't find them interesting. A rather petty reason not to look into them, but if you're going to be holding a tool for killing, it might as well be one that strikes your fancy and your enemies at the same time, no?
He reached the front of the line and took a look at the man in front of him. Andel hadn't spoken to Xan all that much, nor did he know much about him other than the usual tidbits of info that floated around the recruits. But Andel was holding up the line; getting friendly could wait.
"Well met, Xan. I was considering a sword."
Just for the record, Andel wasn't the worldly man his great-great-great grandfather Alister was. I noticed you mentioned his "street knowledge" in the first post -- and that's fine, given that he was the sort of kid that liked to roam the streets and explore and all -- but just as a reminder, Andel likely wouldn't be able to pull off what Alister did. His grandpappy was the full "dashing rogue" package, with charm and skill and wit. Andel just has good reaction time and is well-read.
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This is insane, you literally just described my pre-teen years with RuneScape and everything. I actually have fond memories and it was how I got into the interwebz and all that good stuff. I laugh how I would play through my avatar to roleplay and flooded the chat room with chat-plays with my "boyfranz". It was all very hilarious like I was intentionally following the the K-I-S-S-I-N-G kids' song.
I will never forget how much I abused the "blow a kiss" action.
Welp.
There's something even more to cringe about so have fun with that story of mine!
Haha, to be honest I think all kids around that age act that way. I'm watching my nephew get around that age now and I'm starting to see a lot of the same attitude and mannerisms I used to have appear in him. I've gotta make sure to find whatever he posts so I can torment him with it in a few years :D
I sort of kind of changed my backstory. It's essentially the same thing, just fleshed out upon a bit more.
I'll make some refinements at some point, but the important bits of mine are up.
Name: Andel Troadec
Age: 19
Race: Human
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 191 lbs/87kg
Social Class: Merchant
Location of Recruitment: City
Previous Occupation: Merchant Apprentice
Appearance:
[picture pending]
Chosen Specialization: Cavalry
Chosen Weapon: Longsword
Chosen Armor Class: Light plate (mostly chainmail, plate breastplate, pauldrons)
Items Carried:
Recruit's clothing
Andel's journal
Positive Traits: Intelligent, Emapathetic, Composed
Neutral Traits: Dreamer (gets lost in his head sometimes; likes to think big)
Negative Traits: Naive, Overconfident (puts too much stock in booksmarts)
Reason for Pursuing Knighthood: Disillusionment with family business
Backstory:
The merchant house Troadec makes no secret of its lowborn heritage. As the family tale goes, the first patriarch Alister began his rise a century and a half ago as an urchin on the streets, unskilled and without a copper to his name. Lacking the finesse for mercenary work and the connections for an apprenticeship, the man turned to his wit. He started with a fish -- a single measly trout fished from a brook. Hungry as though he was, Alister saw an opportunity. He sold the fish to an inn for two coppers. With these funds, he purchased two more fish from a monger. Then he sold those for two coppers a piece. Buy and sell, buy and sell, buy and sell, Alister slowly filled his purse with coin until one day, he found himself rather wealthy for a man of his status. Yet his ambitions did not falter. Instead, he purchased a small boat, sailed out upon the sea, and cast his net day after day. In time, he became respected as a fisherman, though this did not satisfy him -- Alister saw something bigger in his future, and he strode after it -- the first in a long line of Troadec dreamers. And so it was, after many years, that Alister, first of the newly minted merchant house Troadec, died old, gray, and very wealthy.
Such was the history upon which Andel Troadec was raised upon; raised to replicate. As a boy, his ambition was to do just that; after all, what lad doesn't wish to pursue the success and glory of his family before him? With the passing years, however, Andel's admiration of his family turned to concern. He noticed the frightened looks of the lowfolk as he passed. The begging of the "thieves" his father's guardsmen beat. Something was amiss -- something had always been amiss, yet Andel was only just realizing it. He confronted his father with his concerns.
"Son," the aging man said, "You're simply beginning to see how this world of ours works. Those with ambition will always rule over lesser men." He let loose a grin that Andel suddenly realized was quite disturbing. "You will do the same, boy. You must, for that is our legacy."
Andel felt sick. What kind of ambition was it to stomp on and extort those without power? What kind of dream was so easily achieved? To be the inheritor of a legacy that spits on the dreams of others -- people just like patriarch Alister, not two centuries past? No. He would not be responsible for...for that one day. And he would tear down his own family if he had to in order to see to it.
He stormed out of his father's chambers, out of the Troadec home, and straight to the city market. He knew what he was going to do. The recruiter gave Andel an appraising glance as he spoke:
"My name is Andel of House Troadec. I am here to join your Order."
Age: 19
Race: Human
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 191 lbs/87kg
Social Class: Merchant
Location of Recruitment: City
Previous Occupation: Merchant Apprentice
Appearance:
[picture pending]
Chosen Specialization: Cavalry
Chosen Weapon: Longsword
Chosen Armor Class: Light plate (mostly chainmail, plate breastplate, pauldrons)
Items Carried:
Recruit's clothing
Andel's journal
Positive Traits: Intelligent, Emapathetic, Composed
Neutral Traits: Dreamer (gets lost in his head sometimes; likes to think big)
Negative Traits: Naive, Overconfident (puts too much stock in booksmarts)
Reason for Pursuing Knighthood: Disillusionment with family business
Backstory:
The merchant house Troadec makes no secret of its lowborn heritage. As the family tale goes, the first patriarch Alister began his rise a century and a half ago as an urchin on the streets, unskilled and without a copper to his name. Lacking the finesse for mercenary work and the connections for an apprenticeship, the man turned to his wit. He started with a fish -- a single measly trout fished from a brook. Hungry as though he was, Alister saw an opportunity. He sold the fish to an inn for two coppers. With these funds, he purchased two more fish from a monger. Then he sold those for two coppers a piece. Buy and sell, buy and sell, buy and sell, Alister slowly filled his purse with coin until one day, he found himself rather wealthy for a man of his status. Yet his ambitions did not falter. Instead, he purchased a small boat, sailed out upon the sea, and cast his net day after day. In time, he became respected as a fisherman, though this did not satisfy him -- Alister saw something bigger in his future, and he strode after it -- the first in a long line of Troadec dreamers. And so it was, after many years, that Alister, first of the newly minted merchant house Troadec, died old, gray, and very wealthy.
Such was the history upon which Andel Troadec was raised upon; raised to replicate. As a boy, his ambition was to do just that; after all, what lad doesn't wish to pursue the success and glory of his family before him? With the passing years, however, Andel's admiration of his family turned to concern. He noticed the frightened looks of the lowfolk as he passed. The begging of the "thieves" his father's guardsmen beat. Something was amiss -- something had always been amiss, yet Andel was only just realizing it. He confronted his father with his concerns.
"Son," the aging man said, "You're simply beginning to see how this world of ours works. Those with ambition will always rule over lesser men." He let loose a grin that Andel suddenly realized was quite disturbing. "You will do the same, boy. You must, for that is our legacy."
Andel felt sick. What kind of ambition was it to stomp on and extort those without power? What kind of dream was so easily achieved? To be the inheritor of a legacy that spits on the dreams of others -- people just like patriarch Alister, not two centuries past? No. He would not be responsible for...for that one day. And he would tear down his own family if he had to in order to see to it.
He stormed out of his father's chambers, out of the Troadec home, and straight to the city market. He knew what he was going to do. The recruiter gave Andel an appraising glance as he spoke:
"My name is Andel of House Troadec. I am here to join your Order."
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