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Welcome to the small bio section here.
I'm a 27 year old Dane (Danish person) and I have roleplayed for so many years that I don't actually know how many years it has been.
My mother language is Danish and not English, so if you see some grammar mistakes, then that would be the reason :)
I can roleplay on an advance setting, where I write multiple paragraphs, or I can roleplay where it's a couple of paragraphs. No matter what, I'll always write more than one line, since that's just my style :)
I love music and I love playing music, as well as roleplaying and gaming, just so you know what hobbies I like. Other than that, there's not much to tell. Ask away if there's anything you'd like to know :)
Over and out - Valchyrie.
I'm a 27 year old Dane (Danish person) and I have roleplayed for so many years that I don't actually know how many years it has been.
My mother language is Danish and not English, so if you see some grammar mistakes, then that would be the reason :)
I can roleplay on an advance setting, where I write multiple paragraphs, or I can roleplay where it's a couple of paragraphs. No matter what, I'll always write more than one line, since that's just my style :)
I love music and I love playing music, as well as roleplaying and gaming, just so you know what hobbies I like. Other than that, there's not much to tell. Ask away if there's anything you'd like to know :)
Over and out - Valchyrie.
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Marosa had been forced to divide her army into groups after the seventh day, because of their losses. The orcs kept coming no matter how many they cut down. It had been impossible to keep her men alive, if she hadn’t started acting a lot more tactical than she had done so far. It pissed her off, to put it mildly, that the orcs had gained intelligence and strength to counter more or less anything Marosa and her army could think of and pull out of their sleeves. They still hadn’t gained entrance to the city, thankfully, but they had been damn close with a few attempts. A few orcs had been seen running on the far side of the mountain, coming close to the city walls with primitive bombs strapped to their chests. Luckily, her archers on the walls had spotted them before it had been too late and had fired arrows into their bombs, making them explode just before they could reach the city walls and do major damage to them. However, that hadn’t stopped the orcs from trying to conquer the city.
The three groups she had assembled on the seventh day, had been an aggressive group, which had the task of drawing the orcs attention and keeping the fight where it was. The second group had been given medical assignments, which meant go and rescue any soldier that had fallen to injuries and take them back into the city. Besides that, they were in charge of bringing out potions and other medical items to the soldiers who were fighting, without putting themselves at danger. The last group was a scouting-assassination group. Their task was to go around the enemies and slowly take out a few of them when they could, without being spotted by the orcs, and at the same time, they had to gather information. This tactic had bought Marosa and her soldiers some time, at least a few days, since the orcs hadn’t figured out that Marosa had changed the tactics of the war.
In the meantime, she was assembled with her two generals in the castle war room. “We can’t keep this up Marosa! The orcs have numbers never seen before! If we keep fighting, everything will be lost!” that was her general that had expertise in strategy, and he had been one of the brains behind their new tactics, but even he knew that this was impossible to keep up. The other general that was in the room was the one in charge of warfare. “And what do you suggest we do General Tura? Give up and wave the white flag? The orcs won’t take prisoners, they never have and those they do take, are turned into orcs themselves, through extreme and painful torture. Would you want that for our citizens?” he asked him. Tura, the strategic general gritted his teeth and hit his fist down into the war table in front of them “Some might be sparred! We have no real clue as to what the orcs want or who are leading them General Harker.” Harker shook his head “Exactly! We don’t know anything of their true intentions and you are proposing that we give up!” Marosa slammed both her hands into the war table “ENOUGH! You can discuss and kill each other all you want after we have finished this battle, if any of us are still standing! Both of you shut up now!” they both went silent, taken a moment to calm down, at least for now. Marosa then looked to both of them “I don’t plan on going down without a fight, and I certainly don’t plan on giving up. If I am to be defeated, it will be by death. Our tactics have bought us some time, but it’s time for me to go out again and join the fight, the same goes for you two. We’ve had a few days’ rest, that’s more than any of our soldiers out there. With our own strength, we can buy ourselves a few more days.” She said, looking at them both. Tura sighed “To what point? Sooner or later we will be defeated.” Harker shook his head “I agree with Marosa, if we are to be defeated, it will be in battle. That’s what we’ll do now.” Tura shrugged “Then let me suggest that we start using our witches and mages to enhance our archers’ arrows.” Marosa nodded “Your request is granted. Do as you see fit. Now let’s join the fight.” With that, they all left the war room and joined the battle.
That was on the seventh day, since then, they had now reached the tenth day and many of her soldiers had fallen in battle now. Marosa herself had taken heavy damage from arrow wounds and sword wounds, but she used potions and magic to ignore the pain and she was still fighting. She was running through trees, firing arrows, while her two generals were still alive, and doing what they could against the orcs main forces. She shouted out to them “Any news from our scouts!? It’s been days!” Tura sliced off an orc’s head before shouting back, even though he couldn’t see her. “No news Marosa! I think it’s safe to say that they are all dead!” Marosa sighed. Then so be it, they would have to hold out as long as they could, and deal as much damage to the orcs army as they could, before they would die in battle. An immortal Queen, she had lived for so many decades just to be defeated by orcs. Though one hour later, the scouting group suddenly shouted “Assistance! Bloody hell! There’s assistance on the way! We can turn the tide!” Marosa looked through the trees and there she saw the army that was approaching. There was no mistaking it, the army belonged to the Zarosian Kingdom, and they had arrived at around noon on the tenth day, just in time to make sure the Eternal Grounds kingdom wouldn't fall, as they were fighting on their last strength and energy here on the tenth day. It was raining hard and thunder was striking across the sky furiously, but they had a chance now. Marosa shouted to all her soldiers, using magic to get her voice to carry with the wind, which meant the Zarosian army would be able to hear her voice come roaring through the air and sky “Give them your all! We will defeat these dark creatures and send them back to the hell hole they came from! Zirana hack-ti!” she shouted out on the mother language of the Eternal Grounds kingdom. The fight was going to be turned around now, and Marosa would make sure that the orcs would remember their defeat for many years to come.
The three groups she had assembled on the seventh day, had been an aggressive group, which had the task of drawing the orcs attention and keeping the fight where it was. The second group had been given medical assignments, which meant go and rescue any soldier that had fallen to injuries and take them back into the city. Besides that, they were in charge of bringing out potions and other medical items to the soldiers who were fighting, without putting themselves at danger. The last group was a scouting-assassination group. Their task was to go around the enemies and slowly take out a few of them when they could, without being spotted by the orcs, and at the same time, they had to gather information. This tactic had bought Marosa and her soldiers some time, at least a few days, since the orcs hadn’t figured out that Marosa had changed the tactics of the war.
In the meantime, she was assembled with her two generals in the castle war room. “We can’t keep this up Marosa! The orcs have numbers never seen before! If we keep fighting, everything will be lost!” that was her general that had expertise in strategy, and he had been one of the brains behind their new tactics, but even he knew that this was impossible to keep up. The other general that was in the room was the one in charge of warfare. “And what do you suggest we do General Tura? Give up and wave the white flag? The orcs won’t take prisoners, they never have and those they do take, are turned into orcs themselves, through extreme and painful torture. Would you want that for our citizens?” he asked him. Tura, the strategic general gritted his teeth and hit his fist down into the war table in front of them “Some might be sparred! We have no real clue as to what the orcs want or who are leading them General Harker.” Harker shook his head “Exactly! We don’t know anything of their true intentions and you are proposing that we give up!” Marosa slammed both her hands into the war table “ENOUGH! You can discuss and kill each other all you want after we have finished this battle, if any of us are still standing! Both of you shut up now!” they both went silent, taken a moment to calm down, at least for now. Marosa then looked to both of them “I don’t plan on going down without a fight, and I certainly don’t plan on giving up. If I am to be defeated, it will be by death. Our tactics have bought us some time, but it’s time for me to go out again and join the fight, the same goes for you two. We’ve had a few days’ rest, that’s more than any of our soldiers out there. With our own strength, we can buy ourselves a few more days.” She said, looking at them both. Tura sighed “To what point? Sooner or later we will be defeated.” Harker shook his head “I agree with Marosa, if we are to be defeated, it will be in battle. That’s what we’ll do now.” Tura shrugged “Then let me suggest that we start using our witches and mages to enhance our archers’ arrows.” Marosa nodded “Your request is granted. Do as you see fit. Now let’s join the fight.” With that, they all left the war room and joined the battle.
That was on the seventh day, since then, they had now reached the tenth day and many of her soldiers had fallen in battle now. Marosa herself had taken heavy damage from arrow wounds and sword wounds, but she used potions and magic to ignore the pain and she was still fighting. She was running through trees, firing arrows, while her two generals were still alive, and doing what they could against the orcs main forces. She shouted out to them “Any news from our scouts!? It’s been days!” Tura sliced off an orc’s head before shouting back, even though he couldn’t see her. “No news Marosa! I think it’s safe to say that they are all dead!” Marosa sighed. Then so be it, they would have to hold out as long as they could, and deal as much damage to the orcs army as they could, before they would die in battle. An immortal Queen, she had lived for so many decades just to be defeated by orcs. Though one hour later, the scouting group suddenly shouted “Assistance! Bloody hell! There’s assistance on the way! We can turn the tide!” Marosa looked through the trees and there she saw the army that was approaching. There was no mistaking it, the army belonged to the Zarosian Kingdom, and they had arrived at around noon on the tenth day, just in time to make sure the Eternal Grounds kingdom wouldn't fall, as they were fighting on their last strength and energy here on the tenth day. It was raining hard and thunder was striking across the sky furiously, but they had a chance now. Marosa shouted to all her soldiers, using magic to get her voice to carry with the wind, which meant the Zarosian army would be able to hear her voice come roaring through the air and sky “Give them your all! We will defeat these dark creatures and send them back to the hell hole they came from! Zirana hack-ti!” she shouted out on the mother language of the Eternal Grounds kingdom. The fight was going to be turned around now, and Marosa would make sure that the orcs would remember their defeat for many years to come.
Eternal Grounds had gotten it’s name from it’s current ruler: Queen Marosa Saint Cherival. She had been said to have ruled the kingdom for more than five hundred years, and have seen the world change, the way that no other creature would have been able to. The reason to her immortality was unknown and she didn’t share many secrets with the people inside the kingdom. She was not a ruthless ruler, she was a Queen with the heart in the right place, but she could be tough if she needed to. Tough decisions had made the kingdom last for all these years and the tough decisions had been the reason behind their survival against the Giants attack that usually came once every one hundredth year. It was a beautiful kingdom and the location of it, gave it a lot of sounds that the nature was responsible for. All the birds singing in the trees, the different growls from different predators and so on. A beautiful place to behold, at least for those that didn’t live there. For those who did live there, it was also a beautiful thing, but the people also knew that the mountain and forest that the kingdom was located in, were a dangerous and treacherous location to walk around in and live in. The beautiful tones of the birds, could lead you into a trap, set by mimicking animals, or animals that worked together for a share of the food. A beautiful place indeed, but dangerous.
Queen Marosa Saint Chervial knew the forest and the mountain like the back of her hand, she could track anyone and anything that moved through the forest and mountain, and she loved to hunt in the forest, when her guards didn’t make her stay back in the kingdom. They didn’t want her to risk her own life, when the kingdom depended on her for it’s survival, but sometimes she wanted to get away from the Royal Duties of a Queen, and just live like a normal person, or at least as normal as it could be when you are skilled with magic and bow and arrows. Therefore, when she got the chance, she went outside of the kingdom and started hunting the animals in the forest. It was two-hundred years after she had claimed the throne, that she then met a companion that should prove to be much more than a normal animal. A white wolf, with yellow eyes had been hurt and was in pain. While Marosa loved to hunt and loved the thrill of taking down a target, she also felt sorry for animals that weren’t killed instantly. This wolf had been caught in a bear trap, which had gnawed into it’s right back leg and it couldn’t get free. Instead of killing it, Marosa approached it slowly and cared for it. The wolf didn’t want to get close to her at first, but it couldn’t move away from her, and it was too exhausted to try and defend itself against Marosa, so it had already given up the fight, despite being a strong wolf. Though when she started caring for it and just stayed by it for a few minutes, it dropped it’s guard and became more curious at the situation. Marosa then freed it from the bear trap and took care of it’s wounds with some leafs and tore a piece of her clothing at that time, and wrapped it around it’s leg. The wolf never left her side since that day. Today, the wolf was still alive, 400 years later, and a close companion of Marosa.
This event was a very highly debated topic at the time, how Marosa had managed to tame a wild, yet beautiful big wolf. But today, it was more like a fairytale, than fact. People that were alive today, hadn’t been around when the event had occurred and many thought that it was a story created by the former citizens of the kingdom, because of Marosa’s immortality. They couldn’t deny that the wolf had been there for a long time, but in their minds, it could as well had gotten a baby wolf, and that baby wolf could have become an adult and then repeated the cycle for all these years. Marosa herself hadn’t spoken about it to the public as she saw no need to tell them the story of what happened. Besides, as stories were told repeatedly, it was always changed into something different and she knew that you shouldn’t underestimate a good story, it could really boost morale.
And morale was something they could use now. The orcs had come out of nowhere, and in numbers that hadn’t been seen in years. They were much more intelligent that they used to be, and their armor and weapons looked like they were made by professional weapon smiths and not just something that had been thrown together in a random fire pit somewhere. They were organized and tactical about their approach of the kingdom, but of course, Marosa hadn’t managed to stay Queen of the kingdom without fighting, so even though the orcs were more organized than usual, her soldiers and her managed to keep them out of the city. The battle against the orcs were taking place all over the forest and the mountain, between all the trees and jungle like terrain. The problem wasn’t that they couldn’t defeat the orcs strength, that was a rather easy task despite their upgrade in intelligence and weaponry. The problem was the insane numbers that the orcs had suddenly arrived with, without any explanation as to why they had arrived. Marosa had heard that there had been orcs who were waging war and taking over territory, but she hadn’t expected it to be this much of a hassle. When they reached the third day, even her men were starting to get tired and make mistakes, which meant they were starting to make mistakes and get caught off guard. At the end of the third day, she sent out ten scouts with a message for help. She couldn’t promise a reward in the midst of a battle, but she hoped someone would send help against these brutal beasts, before they would gain too much territory and before they would gain entrance to the city. The fight could still be won inside the city, but the causalities would rise dramatically and that was the last thing she wanted.
Queen Marosa Saint Chervial knew the forest and the mountain like the back of her hand, she could track anyone and anything that moved through the forest and mountain, and she loved to hunt in the forest, when her guards didn’t make her stay back in the kingdom. They didn’t want her to risk her own life, when the kingdom depended on her for it’s survival, but sometimes she wanted to get away from the Royal Duties of a Queen, and just live like a normal person, or at least as normal as it could be when you are skilled with magic and bow and arrows. Therefore, when she got the chance, she went outside of the kingdom and started hunting the animals in the forest. It was two-hundred years after she had claimed the throne, that she then met a companion that should prove to be much more than a normal animal. A white wolf, with yellow eyes had been hurt and was in pain. While Marosa loved to hunt and loved the thrill of taking down a target, she also felt sorry for animals that weren’t killed instantly. This wolf had been caught in a bear trap, which had gnawed into it’s right back leg and it couldn’t get free. Instead of killing it, Marosa approached it slowly and cared for it. The wolf didn’t want to get close to her at first, but it couldn’t move away from her, and it was too exhausted to try and defend itself against Marosa, so it had already given up the fight, despite being a strong wolf. Though when she started caring for it and just stayed by it for a few minutes, it dropped it’s guard and became more curious at the situation. Marosa then freed it from the bear trap and took care of it’s wounds with some leafs and tore a piece of her clothing at that time, and wrapped it around it’s leg. The wolf never left her side since that day. Today, the wolf was still alive, 400 years later, and a close companion of Marosa.
This event was a very highly debated topic at the time, how Marosa had managed to tame a wild, yet beautiful big wolf. But today, it was more like a fairytale, than fact. People that were alive today, hadn’t been around when the event had occurred and many thought that it was a story created by the former citizens of the kingdom, because of Marosa’s immortality. They couldn’t deny that the wolf had been there for a long time, but in their minds, it could as well had gotten a baby wolf, and that baby wolf could have become an adult and then repeated the cycle for all these years. Marosa herself hadn’t spoken about it to the public as she saw no need to tell them the story of what happened. Besides, as stories were told repeatedly, it was always changed into something different and she knew that you shouldn’t underestimate a good story, it could really boost morale.
And morale was something they could use now. The orcs had come out of nowhere, and in numbers that hadn’t been seen in years. They were much more intelligent that they used to be, and their armor and weapons looked like they were made by professional weapon smiths and not just something that had been thrown together in a random fire pit somewhere. They were organized and tactical about their approach of the kingdom, but of course, Marosa hadn’t managed to stay Queen of the kingdom without fighting, so even though the orcs were more organized than usual, her soldiers and her managed to keep them out of the city. The battle against the orcs were taking place all over the forest and the mountain, between all the trees and jungle like terrain. The problem wasn’t that they couldn’t defeat the orcs strength, that was a rather easy task despite their upgrade in intelligence and weaponry. The problem was the insane numbers that the orcs had suddenly arrived with, without any explanation as to why they had arrived. Marosa had heard that there had been orcs who were waging war and taking over territory, but she hadn’t expected it to be this much of a hassle. When they reached the third day, even her men were starting to get tired and make mistakes, which meant they were starting to make mistakes and get caught off guard. At the end of the third day, she sent out ten scouts with a message for help. She couldn’t promise a reward in the midst of a battle, but she hoped someone would send help against these brutal beasts, before they would gain too much territory and before they would gain entrance to the city. The fight could still be won inside the city, but the causalities would rise dramatically and that was the last thing she wanted.
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