TemplarKnight07

Yggdrasil Chronicles [A Dystopian Steampunk Resistance RP]

Eadoin Kyros

Eadoin raised his eyebrows slightly in a manner of impressed surprise. So the young elf, not a man, was truly the son of the Asgardian General occupying the city. He wasn't surprised that nobody had notified him beforehand, such a high profile person was not someone to parade around to every Tom and Harry who could tip off Daddy Quaid with the hopes of a reward for returning his son. He was surprised that the General had not made the search for Elijah more public, perhaps he was embarrassed that his own son was publicly defying him and shaming his otherwise stellar reputation and wanted to keep the whole affair as low-key as possible. Or maybe he didn't want anyone, say the Tan'Raga, getting an interest in Elijah and using him as leverage. After all, an ace is no good to anyone in a game of poker unless they understand its value.

Though the bigger reason for Eadoin's surprise was Elijah's keen eyes and guess. He replied as he turned back to the liqour cabinet and returned to his browsing.

"Very good, Eli. Yes, I was formerly a member of The Reavers in Black, a Tyberian Mercenary Company led by Godric Jackdaw aboard his airship, Raven. Ah, something to suit the occasion. Eadoin paused briefly as he settled on his choice, a Tyberian-branded Apple Whiskey, "Glenmorag", he had no idea what the distillery's status was in terms of workers, but they were known for their tasty and flavorful liquor. Bar Tenders in the more classier pubs liked it for mixes as much as straight drinks, and it was a favourite of his when he could afford it. Eadoin lifted the glass plug on the bottle and smelled it, smiling at the familiar aroma and began pouring out four glasses, before stopping mid-work and fixing four more for a total of eight, placing a couple cubes of ice in the glasses before pouring the whiskey over them. He talked as he worked.

"You may be more familiar with The Reavers as having a reputation as pirates, since that is what most nations and companies branded us as when we weren't in their employ, if they ever figured out it was us stealing their ships and goods to resell elsewhere, and not merely think we were deserters from another nation's army. We regularly changed flags and patches to keep up appearances. All in all, very harrowing work or very boring work depending on the day."

Having poured out the eight glasses, he resealed the bottle and placed it back in its place on the cabinet and multiple glasses between the fingers in each hand, he walked back to the round table, leaving only one filled glass by the cabinet. He glanced over at the others at the opposite end of the table, but kept his focus on Elijah.

"I served 8 years in The Reavers, then 2 as a Gat Man for the Tan'Raga here after Commander Jackdaw checked us out of the Mercenary game. We had spied a couple of your Zephyrs, nothing to boast of since we were many leagues off, but they'd terrified half of the hardened crew aboard as much as the revitalized Asgardian Navy that came shortly after them. So, we cut our losses rather than be drafted into what we guessed, correctly, was going to be a fool's errand in facing down Asgard if they made a move for Tyberia."

Eadoin then walked along the table and placed glasses down as he went along, ice cubes clinking against the glasses. One by Vrarok, one by Oscar, one by Selene, one Lyle, and then one by Elijah as he stopped and looked down at the elf, nearing the end of his speech.

"Many others might call us cowards, or traitors to our countrymen, but then only fools fight battles they know they cannot win, and many of those fools lie dead or broken as we speak. For myself, I'm out of employment with the Tan'Raga, and never really have found a liking for a slow and forgettable life after my stay with The Reavers, living as we did out in the open sky rewires your head, I guess. Besides, where am I gonna go when my best skills involve killing men from behind a gun, piloting ships, and keeping steam engines operating while still offering that same feeling? Asgard? The world'll burn before I do that."

Eadoin then looked over at Casimir, and walking past Elijah's seat, put the second last glass by the man before Eadoin returned to his original position by his bag, his own glass in his right hand. He just took a small sip from his drink and sighed contently at the smooth apple-infused taste.

"That's my story anyway. Or at least, most that's worth knowing here, and I've talked more than I usually care to. I mostly hope I pegged you all right for drinks."

He then glanced over at Casimir and Vrarok.

"So, what of you two? My mechanic accomplice, and stout fellow?"

Black Cinders [High Casual]

Balthier had kept silent and merely admired the Palace during their party's walk to the Blue Basilica. He had visited the Palace on professional business before, though that was many years ago and although the building was ancient, it was maintained in such fine condition that one could have sworn it had been built or redone only recently.

In the interest of good taste, he resisted rolling his eyes as Firenze Danari gave his formal speech on proper decorum and courtesy in the court. The man was merely doing his job, and although he didn't doubt that more than a few members of his company had not attended the Isamanca Court before, it was still admittedly boring having to listen through it all again. He made himself busy to hide his distaste by making a show of dusting off his coat and adjusting his attire to make sure everything was presentable for higher nobility.

And the nobility themselves were impressive within the court of the Blue Basilica. The room had been designed to impress foreigners as much as locals with its majesty and power exemplified in every respect, down to the exact positioning of where certain art pieces and people were situated in the room. The fact that Her Eminence herself hadn't spoken a single word yet in spite of Monserro Danari's instructions at the door would be enough to tip off a savvy foreigner as to how much power and respect she commanded in the room that she had others, other nobility nonetheless, speak for her essentially.

Balthier had been surprised at the attendance of The Phoenix herself. What was she doing here? Moreover, why was she situated so close to Her Eminence, Alta? Closer than even the Dukes of her own court? Balthier had met several Maegi of her coven, cabal, or whatever they defined their group as, in his travels. Though he found their art distasteful, he couldn't deny their powers were impressive. He, like many others of the Order saw the fine line that those magicians walked between black magic and white magic, hence their "red" magic and thought it wise to err on the side of caution around them. Though for the moment, they were a perfectly legal, albeit controversial organization according to most civilized regions.

He also had heard of the Phoenix's provocative reputation. Two could play at that game though, he thought. He could play a room as well as the best of them from his experience as a Bard, and he'd relish the opportunity to turn the situation about, but he'd leave the ball in her court for now. No sense in making an ass of one' self.

He also kept himself in silent contemplation during Lethodus' speech. Most of the information he had said was already known to Balthier, and there was no point in questioning the particulars in front of the assembled nobility and Her Eminence, they would likely do that for him, and if they didn't, they could do it in private afterwards. Though he was wondering whether or not he should reveal his own tidbit of important information pertaining to this case now or later. He figured he'd wait and see how Her Eminence and the Dukes proceeded.

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

The Under-Republic of Rodents

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Vermintide Camp outside of the beseiged Commonwealth city of Krychov

Several weeks had passed and the Vermintide's position hadn't shifted that much, and the assembled mass numbers of Vermin were growing restless. The regular Vermin units themselves had their hands full keeping the Clans in line and preventing internal conflicts over petty issues and the Court Martial already had a substantial backlog of reprimands, demerits, fines, and penal sentences to dish out to the point where they couldn't even afford to prosecute them all, they'd be left with no scouts, patrols, or foraging parties.

All of this was expected, Ignatius had led large Rodent armies before and such disorder was the norm with Clan Rodents that were not part of the Vermin in situations where they were basically left to themselves. The siege itself was going very well, for he knew that the Commonwealth forces there would never possibly be able to launch a sortie unless they desired quicker deaths, and that with so many civilians and soldiers within the settlement from the surrounding lands, food stocks would not last forever. He wagered they were already on half rations if not quarters, and the burnt flesh-smelling black smoke rising from within its walls bespoke that The Black Plague was having a noticeable effect within as well.

But Regius Ignatius cared little about Krychov particularly or the siege at the moment. If his scouts he'd sent far afield had reportedly correctly, the city had served his purposes well enough already, and the frightened humans within had called upon the aid of one of the oldest foes of Rodent kin everywhere, the Dwarves.

Battle with his people's oldest rivals called to him, and he figured now was the time to re-ignite the Vermintide in earnest before they got even more bogged down in this siege. To this end, he had called forth the Ring of Rodents, and given the order to divide the Vermintide into three large swathes.

The first and foremost named "Fang" for simplicity's sake, under his command and four other members of the Ring, would march south and meet the Dwarven Army on the field of battle and work to prosecute their campaign against the short and bearded people along with their King right to his mountain of gold, failing in that they would at least leave a fresh mark on the Dwarven memories again.

The second, named "Claw", under the command of four other members of the Ring, with Ignatius appointing supreme command of that arm to Caius "Man-Eater" Patchfur, a supporter of his on the Ring of Rodents, and a competent commander himself. Caius' instructions were to strike out east and south, in search of civilization and foes of any kind to make war upon. Ignatius wasn't entirely sure what they would encounter, but reports from clans which had visited such lands had in the recent past claimed the land belonged to a band of Uruks calling themselves "The Golden Horde", they would make worthy opponents if they truly did stand in their path.

The third and final arm, aptly named "Tail", would remain behind and persecute the current siege and continued campaign against the Commonwealth before pushing onwards to either meet up with Fang or continue onward to further campaigns as needs be. Aurus Goldclaw was appointed from the four Ring of Rodents members to command this swathe. Ignatius partly wanted to get back at the Rodent by denying him the challenge and potential glory of marching east in search of foes, partly didn't want him in his company when he marched to face the Dwarves to deny him that glory of facing ancient foes, but still made him an offer he couldn't refuse by giving him the prestigious position of commanding a whole arm of the Vermintide. To deny would be to make the Ring of Rodents member look like a coward who couldn't even prosecute a campaign against Men. Thus, Ignatius knew he would accept.

Now, the orders were underway, and Fang and Claw were forming up in their respective divisions and the Ring of Rodents had convened for the last time before they were to split off to their own respective forces, each numbering in multitudes so vast that one who was not knowledgable in such matters could have mistaken them for each being the single Vermintide itself. The Rodents leaving were excited, while those forced to stick around were grumbling and complaining or more loudly voicing their displeasure if they could get away without being struck by a Vermin soldier nearby. The orders given, Caius gave a salute with his spear to his Regius before leading his fellow Ring members with Claw out of the tent, and Aurus gave a slight bow before Ignatius himself left the newly vacated tent to the begrudging Ring member and his party.

Fang and Claw were on the march with the dawn, and the besieged people of Krychov beheld the sight as one massive column of Rodents marched south further into their territory, another marched east outwards to their borders, and a diminished but still massive army remained to continue their siege.

Yggdrasil Chronicles [A Dystopian Steampunk Resistance RP]

Eadoin Kyros

Eadoin hadn't really moved his body, only his head as the fellow he had been with, Casimir, entered along with the Dwarf Vrarok both entered. He listened to Kaidan Malcador's speech while leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and silently thinking over the information being presented.

Jailbreaks were not Eadoin's speciality, but then whose were they necessarily? If this man Powell was valuable to Malcador and the Resistance, then by hell or high water, they'd bust him out of jail. Hopefully without tripping any alarms or notifying the Asgardians, but obviously getting this guy out alive was the priority.

Before he thought any further, he then decided that it was best not to go in depth on the plans for Mr. Powell's jailbreak until he'd gotten a read on who he'd be working with along with their other contacts.

In terms of Kaidan's upper echelons, the ones that least concerned him were Kaidan's second Oscar Berrick and the stunning Selene. Berrick struck Eadoin as something akin to a solid and true foot soldier of the movement, likely why he was so close to Kaidan. You didn't get into a position that close in such a partnership with such a man unless you had went through a great deal to earn his trust. He'd have to ask how he knew Kaidan at some point.

Selene, even though Kaidan had told them the least about her, didn't frighten or worry Eadoin. He suspected she may have Tan'Raga ties of some discreption, for they were the ones he knew who knew everything worth knowing in Tyberia, and charging for the privilege of knowing. If they didn't know something, they were either working towards knowing it, or had judged such information to have no value to them. Eadoin was comfortable with the Tan'Raga, since they were his former employers, and selfish and opportunistic as they were, most of them were not too unpleasant to work for despite public hysteria around organized crime. If she wasn't attached to them, then he wasn't sure what to make think of her though . . .

He didn't like how nervous the Accountant Lyle was, the nobleman's demeanour reminded him of that of several different snitches he'd been given the mark by the Tan'Raga on different occasions prior to the occupation. Though at the same time, he was likely nervous from being left out of the loop. If Kaidan was as savvy as Eadoin suspected, and Lyle was meant as one of their clean frontmen, then it would behoove Kaidan not to have told him much. The problem with that being that someone with a strict and regimented schedule or lifestyle such as an accountant or noble could become flabbergasted at unexpected turns of events. At this stage, it was likely the latter, but all the same he made a mental note to keep an eye on the man in the future . . . and to currently make use of his liquor cabinet.

Thus, leaving his pack against the wall, Eadoin strode over to a tall cabinet of various liqours all neatly arranged with glasses and a small lid-covered bucket of ice with ice tongs laid out for a person to set themselves up with a drink. He spoke to the room as he browsed the selection.

"Well, you heard the man, let's get acquainted. Though before I get to introducing myself, I think everyone, myself included, who is currently out of the loop here would like to know what exactly a young man with features I cannot help but notice resemble those of a now even more well-known General and occupier, is here?"

Eadoin ended this question by looking directly over at the seated young man who had stepped past him and the Casimir fellow at the door.

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

<Snipped quote by TemplarKnight07>Let's make it 1.) then. I need Malibderan to stand out the bit, afterall.
You are fine with me making my units later, right? I have yet to fill the Malibderan army list.

@Willy Vereb

Its fine, I'm probably gonna do Dwarves first anyway so you have time.

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

@TemplarKnight07Where do you plan to strike?
I can give you half dozen locations, pick whichever you prefer.

1.) Malibderan, arabian styled nation with borders surrounded by mountains and mediterranean to sahara like environment
2.) Gijak'Tor, sahara to tundra like harsh environments inhabited by nomads, Kashgar and Uruk
3.) Gijak'Tor but closer to Uruk cities
4.) Yngvar mountains, fighting Druegar (dwarves)
5.) Mountains at the south, inhabited by Cyclops tribes
6.) Yllendthyr, thick forest inhabited by elves

The last two are probably the least recommended to you.

@Willy Vereb

Probably 1 or 2, I'll let you pick which one. My forces will be coming from your NW.

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

Okay, I think I'll set up two different sets of fights shortly, one with Dwarves Vs. Rodents, the other likely being the Uruks with two different arms of the Vermintide separating off from the ongoing war of attrition in the Commonwealth.

Warhammer 40K: Beyond the Law - A Mercenary Adventure [MATURE] (Open for business, apply within.)

@TemplarKnight07 Supernaturally tough monstrosities, superhumanly pain tolerant gangbangers, crazy aliens which may as well be death cultists. The rule of running with sharp objects only applies to baseline humans, obviously.

@BCTheEntity

Except you're a cyborg, lol. Anyway, I'm just kidding around, I'll stop now.

Warhammer 40K: Beyond the Law - A Mercenary Adventure [MATURE] (Open for business, apply within.)

@TemplarKnight07 Space Marines wear nigh-impenetrable superarmour. They can get away with it.

@BCTheEntity

What about daemons? Orks? Screaming Banshees? lol

Warhammer 40K: Beyond the Law - A Mercenary Adventure [MATURE] (Open for business, apply within.)

@TemplarKnight07 Good post. What I will say is, Harvin specifically doesn't have the chainswords out at the moment. You shouldn't run with sharp objects, after all.

@BCTheEntity

You never know, he could have, and Space Marines do it all the time. Either way, I'll adjust it.