How are my mercs doing? I was gonna bring in the merchant but I wanted you guys to introduce your characters to each other first if you wanted to
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Thanks for letting me know, Ryteb Pymeroce. Looks like we could use a few more recruits, so I'm gonna see if I can find some others.
Prince Erik Reighn - Dawn, Miricia
The mustached Mirician commander glanced at the newly arrived laguz incredulously and seemed about to give an order to his men, before Erik quickly intervened. "He's also with me," The Albian prince announced and stepped one foot forward. He glanced back at the new arrival with a curious glare before he looked back forward. The mustached commander seemed less impressed with Erik's answer, but lowered his hand before an order was given.
The mage from Monos, Joriah, meanwhile, gleefully smiled as he watched the raven get away. "Better for me!" He shouted happily as he prepared to fire a bolt of lightning from one of his tome books at the laguz.
However, Erik once more shouted, "And him!" Erik stated loud enough for the mage to turn his head at the younger prince. "He's also a part of my group."
Joriah eyed Erik up and down with displeasure, then shrugged. "I don't much care who that thing is with. He is an enemy to me."
"But as long as the Prince of Albia claims him, you cannot," The mustached commander said.
"You may command your Mirician forces, Albert, but you are not mine," Joriah spat back at the mustached commander, who Joriah identified as being called Albert. Erik knew the name.
"Bah!" Joriah exclaimed and threw his hands up, dissipating the spell. "Have it your way... for now." The mage angrily watched the raven laguz disappear. "Well, what will be done about him, then?"
"My men will retrieve him," Albert stated as he rubbed his mustache in thought. "As for the rest of you," He gestured to Erik, Zachary, Gregory, and the laguz near by. "You are to accompany me to the throne room. The King Jacob will see you."
Erik nodded and glanced at the new arriving laguz with a hint of annoyance. He looked at Gregory, his large knight companion, and motioned for him to talk to the laguz.
Gregory nodded and smiled at the laguz. "Just follow us and act like you're with us. When the king is done with us, we'll leave and cut you loose without any problems. Please just go along with it," The large knight leaned in further. "The Monos guys are some of their strongest fighters. We don't want to mess with them right now."
@JrVaderSo I'm a little confused about your character's positioning. I'm assuming he's outside where the prince and everyone else is? Because the Monos knight went back into the tavern while the mage and the rest were outside.
Sir Roland Grey - Ethorian Sea
Roland was quickly becoming annoyed with the half-dwarf, half-Highman. Kace's tone may have been inviting and friendly, but the Ethorian Knight had been around politics long enough when one can be putting up a farce. Even if Kace wasn't, Roland's previous disdain for his appearance and origins was well enough for Roland to respond bitterly.
"Very well," Roland interrupted as Kace asked a few questions to Elric in Falmor, a language Roland hadn't bothered to learn, but had a feeling the two were in some way referring to him. "I shall then directly to you, sir," Roland began, emphasizing the mocking tone he addressed Kace. "With the Lionsguard, I have slain bandits seeking to dispatch high lords. I have executed men for treason, beheaded dis-loyalists, and sentenced men to die," He explained, with each syllable he uttered becoming more and more distasteful. The Ethorian grabbed onto the hilt of his longsword and gave Kace a smug smile. "And if you would like, I would be happy to demonstrate that to you."
Varian Sigmund - Gates of Dalenham
Varian's headache seemed to be clearing a bit, though not enough for him to keep his hands off of his forehead. He rubbed it methodically for a few more moments before hearing the familiar voice of the orc he had met the day before. He suddenly snapped up and looked across the other members of his group. He had forgotten to mention to the group that an orc would be joining their midst. He didn't anticipate it being a problem. Varian had little time for pointless bickering about race and the like. If a warrior could follow decent orders and kill a few bandits, that warrior was fine by the Highman.
Of course, orcs were also pretty ugly looking, and Varian was conscious of that. Folkmar seemed better than most, but he figured he ought to say something. "I expect this won't be a problem," The Highman commented to his other two mercenaries. "Edon, Osmund, meet the new orc." Varian gestured to the approaching Falkmor. As he did, he could spot in the near distance their last addition, the Highman-Raelusian Kadrin, on approach. "Ah, and there's our last one: Kadrin. Now all that's left is fat man," He looked across the four of them and pointed to each of them briefly. "Best get comfortable with each other. There's no telling how long this one will take."
Sir Roland Grey - Ethorian Sea
Roland turned his head at the Falkan Knight and cocked an eyebrow. He was about to respond in a condescending manner, but was stopped by Kace providing his own introduction. Roland nearly rolled his eyes when Kace spoke, but resisted. Instead, he listened a bit to his accomplishments. The Ethorian had indeed heard of the Seven Month War. Indeed, and impressive accomplishment, especially for one so young. Yet Roland had no intention of letting the younger warrior know.
"Gods, a dwarf and a Highman?" Roland asked incredulously. He looked around at the others knights, as if to gauge their reactions and smiled cockily to them. "How did you parents ever manage to have you? I imagine the height difference would make the deed quite challenging no? No matter... And..." Roland turned to Elric to clarify. "That sort of information I would say is 'worth sharing,'" Roland explained. "Anything you may have done that's worth something..." Roland's eyes scanned up and down the Falkan knight. "If anything... I suppose there's no need to introduce myself. The Lionsguard speaks for itself, if my vast collection of tournaments do not."
@JrVaderI think your character stats are a point off from what you're allowed. I would count it up to make sure it's good. Other than that, your character is accepted! Feel free to post your character into the character thread once you make the adjustment, and read up on the current posts in the IC!
Sir Roland Grey - The Dock of Ekilore
The sailors had finished loading all of the supplies, and everyone now appeared to be on board the Pendant. Roland watched the sailors load up the last of their rations curiously. They weren't any of his men. Nor were they any of those from the other knights' ships. The Ekilorian knight assumed this was some neutrality security measure, but he didn't like the idea of sailing with unknown men. What if they were incompetent? What if they were spies? Thoughts like this pestered Roland constantly. However, he was confident even if they did end up being more nefarious than they appeared, he would cut them down without hesitation.
When the odd man Catskull announced his departure below deck, Roland wasn't sure what to make of it. On one hand, he disliked his odd cadence and demeanor. On the other, he respected his isolation and quick-to-action attitude. He was not sure about him.
"Weigh anchor, all hands. Prepare to make sail!" Captain Crewe exclaimed as his busy sailors go to working the Pendant out of the harbor and out onto the open sea. Roland meanwhile took a look at the shrinking island behind them, though the Tower of Oculus still stood proudly into the sky. He turned around again and gazed at his companions on his quest. While he was unsure of what to make of Catskull, he had already begun to form opinions of the others. He already viewed Kace as a uncultured savage, but that was confirmed when he announced himself as a man of both dwarven and highmen descent. Roland was not going to get along with him. The elf knight was an elf. That was all Roland had to go off of, and in his mind really all he needed. While he knew of Sir Duncan's skill, he was less so impressed with his pious devotion to Andal. While devotion to the gods was acceptable in Roland's eyes, he is cautious when that devotion becomes fanatical. To Roland, Duncan was dangerously stepping into that territory. The Knight Elric appeared more subdued to Roland, but he still didn't know what to make of him. Needless to say, he doubted the skills of a Falkan knight, even a Dragoon.
As unimpressed as he was, he also knew he would be around these men for quite a while. If they didn't die too fast, Roland thought it be a good idea to get to know them some more. "Quite a quest we find ourselves on, hmm?" He questioned the others as his continued to wander across their faces and clothes with an unimpressed, smug glance. "I suppose since we shall be around each other quite a lot, it is imperative to know more about one another, yes? So... I hesitate to ask, but do any of you have anything worth sharing?"
Prince Erik Reighn - Dawn, Miricia
"I'd say that's an understatement," Erik answered his companion Zachary. The prince looked around at the lances pointed at him and contemplated what to do, while also taking a good look at the soldiers more carefully. There was... something wrong about this. Obviously the law was unfair. But something else was bothering Erik. It was these soldiers, their stances in particular. They were... off. They didn't seem like any standard Mirician soldier.
"Your answer, Prince Reighn?" The mustached lance-wielder asked again. Erik gazed at the mustached man, then down at the wolf laguz by his feet. He exchanged glances with Zachary and Gregory, and figured the best route would be to simply desist and comply. Nothing good would come from it otherwise.
"We'll accompany you," Erik stated with a salty tone. He watched the raven laguz previously carrying Gregory appear to take off, and Erik did his best not to look in that direction, so as to not attract any attention to him. He knew the situation well enough to understand that any laguz caught in the middle of this would be horrendous for them.
"Excellent," The mustached man nodded, causing the lance-wielders to raise their lances. "Now then, two things, my lord," He addressed the prince. "First, we must dispose of the ruffian still inside the tavern causing a disturbance. I assume he is not with you and that he may be... taken care of?"
Erik gritted his teeth. He knew exactly what they meant. Although he wasn't fond of the strange-haired mage causing damage, he also didn't want him brutally murdered without any chance to defend himself. Erik had to think quick on his feet. "The man hurt my comrades! I'd have him answer to me, if that's fair."
"Ah, that should work, my lord," The mustached commander nodded, and called for one of the soldiers to step forward. The man's appearance was different than the other soldiers, so much so that Prince Erik recognized him right away. He wasn't a regular soldier. He wasn't even Mirician. He was from Monos, the frozen lands of the north.
Derius Merridan is the First Knight of Monos, a title granted to the strongest knight in the royal guard of Monos. Derius is a fiend, one who cares little about the excuses or pity of others, and carries out his orders swiftly and brutally. Erik had met him while he had trained with his friend, the crown prince of Monos. He had always given him the creeps, even when he was younger. His horned helmet resembled the wyverns found in that frozen country. Yet if Erik had to choose between fighting the First Knight and a fully grown, vicious wyvern, he would choose the Wyvern every time.
Derius walked into the tavern, and approached Felix inside. Instantly, many of the ruffians who initially resisted had paled and backed off, knowing full well who this man was. "Desist and accompany me, or die. You will not be warned again," The large, armored man stated loudly as he grabbed for his large halberd.
Erik could only watch as the First Knight had entered the tavern. He felt sweat drip off his brow, as he turned his attention to the mustached commander again. "Now then, secondly, that one," He pointed to the black laguz in the sky. "Was he one of the conspirators too, Prince Reighn? Shall he be annihilated?"
"No!" Gregory suddenly whispered beside Erik. The Prince grabbed his larger knight companion and gritted his teeth. "He's with us," He said impulsively, knowing full well the laguz would be captured now. But he knew being capture would be much preferable to execution.
"Very well then... Master Joriah, will you please?" The mustached man called to another, recognizable face to Erik.
The man was almost as famous as his counterpart, Derius. As the First Mage of Monos, Joriah was in charge of the entire mage division of Monos. He was an unpleasant man who spent more time counting his money and spending it on gambling and other vices than on leading. But his skill could not be denied. His lightning magic was as precise as it was deadly. He walked forward with a grin and cried out to the flying laguz.
"Black-winged beast!" He called hatefully. "Get down here, or be brought down!"
It was only then that it began to dawn on Erik what was going on. The mustached man was a Mirician General of some sort. He couldn't pinpoint his name, but he had seen his face. However, the troops, their armor, and most especially their long, deadly lances, all bore the resemblance not of Mirician soldiers. They were from Monos.
What in the world was going on?
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