Zamokra41

Open Waters (Slots Open!)

I for one am looking forward to this one. Always wanted to try something diferent from my usual practice of fantasy/sci-fi and see how well I could manage.

Witch Hunter - Aldergard.

@AtlasRedfox I can't exactly explain why, but I like your character. Also, good to see we have a kinda-sorta physician with us :)

Open Waters (Slots Open!)

Christopher Heidebuk

28 | 16th of August | 1.81m | 78kg

Appearance
Average build, yet deceptively stronger than one would think. Long-ish, light brown hair, often swept back or tied. A full beard, often considered unkempt. Think-rimmed black glasses. Most of the time seen wearing some semi-formal, semi-casual clothing. Dull, green eyes. A tattoo of an odd symbol is located on his upper back.

Personality
Chris considers himself to be quite anti-social, yet the few friends he has see him as the kind of person one could always count on in need. Towards strangers he is silent and non-approachable unless he is “in the mood for it” ; towards friends he is loyal to a fault and eager to help. An artist at heart, he has an open mind when it comes to just about anything, figuring that he himself is quite the weird one so why judge other people for their choices. Everyone has a reason for everything.

Before “Open Waters” (Background)
Being the only son to a doctor married with a nurse was both a blessing and a curse for Chris. His parents could easily afford a proper education for him and he would have pretty much anything he could ask for, however certain standards were expected of him, standards that he wouldn’t always agree upon. Chris did not want to abide by his parent’s wishes and study medicine, his fascination with mythology and mysticism have determined him to pursue the artistic world rather abruptly. Along with some other questionable choices, he soon found himself no longer being supported financially, struggling by himself to survive as best he could. Rough times were ahead and his studies didn’t go as smoothly as he first expected, yet in spite of all, Chris managed to, in the end, reach his dreams of becoming an artist and earning a living with his craft. Although he should be overjoyed with his accomplishments, Chris felt…numb. The days began to meld with each other until they were hardly different and even his craft no longer brought him the joy and fascination it used to. For a while now, he felt this way, everything seemed mundane and for reasons he cannot explain himself, the world started to lack color to him. He had to do something yet he couldn’t bring himself to find a solution, thus renewing this feeling. An unexpected envelope came to his possession one day, containing inside a special invitation. Rather reluctantly, Chris decided to take advantage of it, hoping to escape this vicious cycle and perhaps regain his taste for life.

Strengths
While he may not be the best example of physical strength, he is no pushover. He prefers an intellectual approach to a situation. Is quite knowledgeable about a variety of subjects, particularly myths, legends and the supernatural. Cares deeply and honestly of those he considers ‘friends’.

Weaknesses
While not a coward, he is easily intimidated with the right means. Rarely speaks his mind. Looses confidence if not in the vicinity of someone he could consider friendly. Never drinks, under any circumstances but is a heavy smoker.

Witch Hunter - Aldergard.

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CHARACTER

Name
Reynald Vox

Age
23

Gender
Human Male

Apperance

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1,82m tall with a muscular non-bulky build. Mid length dark brown hair parted slightly off the center. A light stubble, testimony to a number of sleepless nights along with the bags around his jet black eyes and a slight gaunt of his cheeks. Sharp facial features. A slim, light scar just under his right eye reaching midway down his cheek.

Personality
Loyal and dedicated to his beliefs, Reynald is often considered one of the most zealous of Initiates. Always ready and eager to do the Gods' work and wipe the world clean of magic. His deep beliefs have, however, made him rather close-minded, feeling a hint of discomfort in the back of his mind when having to meddle with individuals who 'lack faith'. While he personally would consider them an affront, he has learned to keep his thoughts to himself, so long as they ultimately assist in the greater goal he is willing to overlook their slights. In spite of any shortcomings, he is a man of honor, giving respect where its due and lending a helping hand where is needed. Most of the time he is quiet, keeping his thoughts to himself and only speaking when he has something to say. His sense of humor is quite low, actually finding it distasteful when overhearing other people joke about certain subjects, even insulting to the point of anger should they make japes about his beliefs. For him, the mission is important above all else, be it his life or the lives of others, doing whatever it is necessary to fulfil the task set before him. Some may call him ruthless with his methods but he knows that at the end of the day, his 'ruthlesness' will be what brings results.

Strengths
Reynald is a skilled swordsman, prefering the use of a well balanced two-handed sword over any other. While his strength and endurance is impressive, he is fighting not with brute force but with technique, adapting to the battle as it may change. He can smei-properly handle a simple flintlock pistol but rarely appeals to it, rather when out of an opponent's range, he would reach for his hook-chain in an attempt to pull his target towards him and close the gap. Apart from his combat prowess, he has an intimidating demeanor, capable of coaxing information one way or another. He never gives up on his mission, his deep faith in the Almighty keeps him strong and fighting even in the darkest of situations.

Weaknesses
Reynald considers himself not a man but a weapon in human form, thus he would most likely overtax his body in the blind pursuit of his mission. His deep faith and devotion have harden his heart, rarely if ever showing empathy or mercy. He also is very judgemental of those whom he considers to be 'lacking in faith'. He has all but denied himself the 'sins' of this world, be it heavy drinks, exquisite foods, gambling or pleasures of the flesh.

Equipment
-Black Greatcoat-
-Half-Plate Armor-
-An armored Mask which he wears with the hood of his greatcoat-
-A standard issue Claymore-
-A simple Flintlock Pistol-
-A strong metal hook attached to a long chain-
-A Runed Dagger-
-A holy talisman, always kept close to his person-

Other
N/A

Open Waters (Slots Open!)

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Character

Christopher Heidebuk

28 | 16th of August | 1.81m | 78kg

Appearance
Average build, yet deceptively stronger than one would think. Long-ish, light brown hair, often swept back or tied. A full beard, often considered unkempt. Think-rimmed black glasses. Most of the time seen wearing some semi-formal, semi-casual clothing. Dull, green eyes. A tattoo of an odd symbol is located on his upper back.

Personality
Chris considers himself to be quite anti-social, yet the few friends he has see him as the kind of person one could always count on in need. Towards strangers he is silent and non-approachable unless he is “in the mood for it” ; towards friends he is loyal to a fault and eager to help. An artist at heart, he has an open mind when it comes to just about anything, figuring that he himself is quite the weird one so why judge other people for their choices. Everyone has a reason for everything.

Before “Open Waters” (Background)
Being the only son to a doctor married with a nurse was both a blessing and a curse for Chris. His parents could easily afford a proper education for him and he would have pretty much anything he could ask for, however certain standards were expected of him, standards that he wouldn’t always agree upon. Chris did not want to abide by his parent’s wishes and study medicine, his fascination with mythology and mysticism have determined him to pursue the artistic world rather abruptly. Along with some other questionable choices, he soon found himself no longer being supported financially, struggling by himself to survive as best he could. Rough times were ahead and his studies didn’t go as smoothly as he first expected, yet in spite of all, Chris managed to, in the end, reach his dreams of becoming an artist and earning a living with his craft. Although he should be overjoyed with his accomplishments, Chris felt…numb. The days began to meld with each other until they were hardly different and even his craft no longer brought him the joy and fascination it used to. For a while now, he felt this way, everything seemed mundane and for reasons he cannot explain himself, the world started to lack color to him. He had to do something yet he couldn’t bring himself to find a solution, thus renewing this feeling. An unexpected envelope came to his possession one day, containing inside a special invitation. Rather reluctantly, Chris decided to take advantage of it, hoping to escape this vicious cycle and perhaps regain his taste for life.

Strengths
While he may not be the best example of physical strength, he is no pushover. He prefers an intellectual approach to a situation. Is quite knowledgeable about a variety of subjects, particularly myths, legends and the supernatural. Cares deeply and honestly of those he considers ‘friends’.

Weaknesses
While not a coward, he is easily intimidated with the right means. Rarely speaks his mind. Looses confidence if not in the vicinity of someone he could consider friendly. Never drinks, under any circumstances but is a heavy smoker.

Any tips and corrections welcome

[Zamokra41] - Avalon Empire - [MachineSoul]

End Of Day 1

INTERMISSION

The following few days were relatively uneventful, the generals being busy with amassing and dispatching troops before leaving the fortress themselves to fulfil their respective orders while the envoys sent word regarding their respective issues. It would be some time before any news of any outcomes would appear.
In the mean time, other matters required Aleko’s attention.

Events of interest during the intermission

~Day 2~

On the morning of the following day, Aleko was greeted with a knock on the door shortly after he awoke, or perhaps it was the knock itself that woke him up. A voice was heard on the other side of the door, “Your highness, may I come in?” the voice was unknown to Aleko. After being given permission, the servant entered the royal chambers, the woman had a perfect posture and in her hands she was carrying a rather large platter. She presented Aleko with some freshly baked pastry goods, still warm from the over, a cube of butter with a rather fancy butter-knife next to it, a small bowl of green and black grapes along with a neatly sliced orange. Along with those there were also a few thin slices of bacon….. and a folded piece of paper. The servant left the platter on the desk, excused herself for her intrusion and left with a deep bow.
The piece of paper had something written on it, names. A long list of names along with positions in the military in parenthesis next to each one. There were about 80 names, the gross majority being Dwarven military, yet some Orc soldiers could be spotted from time to time and even a few Humans. At the bottom of the letter were the words ‘Requested Casualty Reports’ and a hastily made signature underneath. It would seem general Bojor Ironfist held the new emperor good to his word when he requested the names of each soldier fallen on the mission of securing his safe passage when the Imperial Wizard first discovered him.

During mid-day, the Emperor had to pay visit to the Map and Council chambers for the daily reports from the generals and envoys. Nothing of any relevance was presented though, nothing that required an immediate intervention anyway. A few of the generals were preparing to depart on their appointed duties while some of the envoys reported the delivery of letters containing the Emperor’s decisions on the matters from the previous day. All in all, the meetings were rather short and uneventful.

In the Council Chambers, most of the envoys already left yet it would seem that Ethel Shroudmyr decided to stay behind this time, still seated on her chair apparently observing Aleko with some interest as the Halfling pondered. After a few moments she decided to break the silence “Sire. If you would permit me, I have a few questions.” The Dark Elven envoy maintained a rather elegant posture, gently running her long nails along the glass surface of her glass while her mismatched eyes never left Aleko. “Simply judging by your appearance and current demeanor, one can tell that you are new yet not inexperienced when it comes to both military and political affairs. I understand you were previously an officer in the Anthro military yet that alone does not explain your….experience…” A glitter of intrigue could be seen on the woman’s face as she patiently waited for Aleko’s response.

The two spent a bit chatting, Ethel mostly being interested in what possible plans Aleko may have for the campaing “Are you aiming to be a benevolent ruler who lends an ear to the every whim of the people, or perhaps one to be feared and never crossed or questioned?” ; “Assuming the campaign ends in our victory and you will seat the throne of the Empire, what plans would you have for the future?” ; “If you would have to sacrifice everything that you hold dear for the good of the Empire, would you have the strength to do so, I wonder?” were some of the noteworthy questions that Ethel addressed to her Emperor. When she had her answers one couldn’t tell if she was pleased or not by it, masterfully hiding her emotions and quietly examining Aleko, observing the way he interpreted each question and his demeanor in each answer. After the chat, the woman excused herself and before leaving the chambers she left Aleko with a final remark. “I assume you are well aware that during this campaign you make more enemies than just those of the opposing factions. I simply hope you will not forget those who were by your side, sire.”

After Aleko himself eventually left the Council Chambers, he ran into Marcus Gwynpath who was apparently waiting in the hallway. The Human envoy hailed Aleko with a bow and both of their attentions shifted to the side, watching Ethel elegantly walking down the hall, her buffed dress swaying gently with each step. “Milady Shroudmyr is a lovely woman, isn’t she?” Marcus commented just before their attentions returned to eachother. The two began to walk the opposite way as the Human continued “I hear that such grace and elegance is rare, even among her people. Perhaps it is due to her….origin, meaning no disrespect, sire.” The Human envoy accompanied Aleko for a bit while conversing with the emperor, Ethel Shroudmyr being the subject. “I don’t mean to sound suspicious or uncouth, but you should perhaps consider, sire, that along with the comely appearance she may have also inherited the cunning and slyness of both races….and frankly, one side had more than enough, if you beg my pardon.” The last bit was whispered aside. “Have you encountered many Dark Elves before? Out of all races I always considered them to be the most…let’s say, suspicious. From what I hear, it is considered complementary to bring your finest poison when attending a dinner party with their nobles.” After a bit of chatting the two parted ways “I shall resume my duties, sire. I wish you a good day and…well…” The Human was hesitant and only spoke after Aleko inquired “Nothing sire. I only wish to suggest you take caution with whose council you listen to, that is all. Not all have the best of the Empire on their minds.”

The rest of the evening was rather uneventful, save for the night. Aleko had trouble sleeping due to a nightmare. In his dream, he saw a large hall, similar to the throne room only larger. The colossal stone throne was occupied by a sickly old man with barely any meat on his bones, behind the throne were a large crowd of hooded figures. The floor in front of the throne was littered with deformed and mangled corpses in a pool of blood seeping through the luxurious carpet. All of a sudden a sinister laughter could be heard echoing all around and from the midst of the corpses rose a man, tall and strong with a healthy and muscular constitution, naked yet clean and with a luminescence around him. The laughter grew louder and the last thing Aleko recalled before waking up in a cold sweat was that this man turned around as to directly face him yet the Hlafling couldn’t see his face only a pair of blood red eyes peering at his person.

~Day 3~

The day was rather dull. The generals Duncan Primelyt, Marteen Leafdancer and Pepper Bulkwyn were absent today as they were dispatched to their duties down below. Out of the envoys, Gymor Cloudkeeper was also missing, apparently he asked for a leave of absence due to some health-related issue, Cyrus assured the emperor that the physician Stephen Hawke had already looked into the matter and the envoy should be well sometime next day. “The physician would also like to express his gratitude for taking his request for supplies into consideration.” Cyrus said relating to the matter. The Wizard spent most of the day along side Aleko, since there were no large matters that required their immediate attention, at least at the moment, Cyrus took the occasion to present Aleko with something. In his chamber, the emperor found a suit of armor, finely crafted and polished with golden decorations along the right pauldron, gauntlets and chestplate. The left pauldron was fully coated in gold and wrought in the shape of a proud lion’s head along with the buckle of the belt and the kneecaps. A chainmail tunic was presented next to the armor suit, along with a crimson cloak of the finest silk bearing the crest of the New Empire.

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“This armor has been made specially for you sire. I hope it is to your liking.” Cyrus said as he presented Aleko with the gift “I would have also asked for a weapon but I believe you are more fond and comfortable with your current arms than anything else, no?” Cyrus lightly chuckled at the end of the sentence before remaining silent allowing Aleko to fully inspect the armor and state his opinion on the matter.
After the issue with the armor was resolved, Cyrus pointed out the scepter that Aleko now had in his possession “The scepter…” Cyrus sounded rather melancholic as he spoke “…it is the only relic of the royal family that I managed to secure from the palace. It probably is among the most important, yes, but I still wished I could have saved some more…the crown at the very least..” the Wizard’s gaze never seemed to leave the scepter as he spoke, eventually he turned his attention to Aleko. “The Scepter of Sefnir… it is probably the oldest relic of the Sendrakon family, said to have been used by Arkturious himself. Mmmmm…. According to some texts, it is even older, predating Unity all the way back to the Ancinet Times, though it sounds rather exaggerated if you ask me.” The next question came rather suspicious towards Aleko “Sire….uhm…Sir, if I may ask, how do you…feel.. when holding it?” After Aleko gave his answer Cyrus seemed rather…surprised? “Truly? Hmmm…interesting. I have not heard the same… familiarity from neither Melthion nor Asmuel. In fact, I hardly recall them even having the scepter in their possession at any time. Perhaps this…means something? Mmmm.” The Wizard remained silent for a good few moments, his gaze affixed at the scepter once again before he snapped out of it and waved his hand dismissively “Ah, forgive me. Old habits die hard. After all, it us the duty of us Wizards, Mages and Sorceress to seek knowledge, no?” A hearty chuckle escaped the Wizard, probably the first time he genuine laughter in a while.

“By the way…” he spoke just before he was about to leave. “I have asked the generals and envoys of their opinions, as you requested…

Master Gwynpath is rather surprised of your…origin. Needles to say he expected a Human yet he speaks rather highly of you. I seems he has a good felling about you.

Master Cloudkeeper shares in the enthusiasm. I believe he is probably more relived that the search is over, to be honest.

Master Windsteel said he would like to observe your actions and only then will he form an opinion.

Masters Weissnaut believes you are still a pup, despite your age yet is expecting you to prove him wrong.

Masters Groverunner, Shroudmyr and Frosthand decided to remain silent… for the time being.

General Primelyt has high hopes for you. He apparently cares not about your nature or origin but hopes you will become more experienced swiftly.

General Ironfist also seems to be indifferent towards your origin but does not feel particularly comfortable with following you until you prove worthy of being followed.

General Bulkwyn is rather excited by your presence. She said she heard of your name in the past and waits for the moment when you…ummm…’blow us away’…as she puts it.

Generals Stonestorm, Leafdancer and Planestalker agree that their opinion of you is not important as long as you prove yourself worthy of your title. General Ashadde also agrees to that but seems to have a bit more confidence in your abilities.

Those are, in essence, what the generals and envoys said, the rest remains to be seen. No doubt that their opinions will change in time, hopefully for the better.”

After that, the old Wizard politely excused himself and left Aleko to spend the rest of the day as he saw fit.

~Day 4~

Aleko, Cyrus and the present generals spent most of the day in the Map Room, examining the area where Aleko would lead the troops closely. They recently received word from General Bulkwyn that the troops he requested have been assembled and are expecting the Emperor to meet with them the next day in the specified location, a village close to the town of Coldshire from where they will march upon Northspark whenever the emperor gives the order. According to the report, General Bulkwyn’s troops consist mostly of Anthro Elite Rangers, Dark Elven Vanguards and Infiltrators. General Planestalker was apparently unable to secure the Shadow Mages that the emperor requested.
There has still been no word from generals Primelyt or Leafdancer regarding their own personal missions, Cyrus expects that they will receive news around the same time Aleko is finished with his own assault upon Northspark. Aleko had to rest well this day, tomorrow he would be on the front.

DAY 5

REPORTS

The refugees from the Human Kingdoms were not turned away unless they couldn’t contribute. Not all were happy and some whispers of ‘forced labor’ appeared here and there. Still, the diminishing number of Refugee Camps seem to have relived some stress from the local military.– PPL Morale - 5 / Military Morale + 5

The first Druidic Pilgrimage has begun and already seems to bear fruit. The population is more reassured that someone out there actually cares about the common folk, even at their own expense. The Elves also seem pleased that their Druidic traditions are being kept around for the time being. – PPL Morale +10 / Income reduction / Elf Standing + 5

REPORT END

The day finally arrived. The day when Aleko would prove his mettle on the field as the new emperor. After a rather hasty breakfast, the Halfling was dressed for battle greeted by the Imperial Wizard in the study. “Good morning, sir. Prepared for today’s events I see…” Cyrus accompanied Aleko for a bit “Nervous?” he asked, though he seemed a bit nervous himself, perhaps he was fearing the worst though he knew full well that Aleko can take care of himself, after all he was an officer in the field long before he was crowned. “Of course, of course…” the Wizard agreed after Aleko reassured him. “I assume you will be away for a few days at the very least, sir, I shall do my best to manage things on the fortress during your absence, not to worry.” The Wizard proceeded to place his hand on the emperor’s shoulder “I will transport you to general Bulkwyn’s location now. Are you prepared, sir?” Once Aleko was ready for departure, the Wizard nodded and took a few steps and rose his hands “Good luck, sir. May you return victorious !” And with that, Aleko was engulfed in the familiar blue light followed by the sensation of weightlessness, customary to a teleportation spell.

In a mere few moments the Halfling found himself in the middle of an open field, close to a small forested area. The temperature was drastically different from back on the Escalyber, the chilling air cutting to the bone. The sky was rather cloudy, akin to a winter evening with barely any sunlight. The grass was sparse and its coloration as well as the colors of the leaves from the trees was faded, as if the vegetation was standing on the edge of their life. There was no civilized settlement in the vicinity, only a few wisps of smoke in the distance indicating the presence of some village. Before Aleko could properly get his bearings, he was greeted by person who came running from the nearby forested area. This person was dressed in the all familiar Elite Ranger equipment. Once he approached the Halfling, the soldier saluted him in a military fashion “Sire! Good to see you. Please follow me, I am to escort you to the camp.” The soldier was swift on his feet and followed a nearly unoticable path through the forest.

A few minutes later they reached a rather flimsy camp, clearly made hastily and meant to be only temporarily and well hidden from sight, under the cover of the trees. Once there, Aleko was approached by another Elite Ranger, this one dressed in a more decorated variant of their gear denoting a high rank. “Looks like you finally made it.” The voice was muffled by the mask but it was still recognizable as general Pepper Bulkwyn. It would seem she was fully equipped for battle this time. The general saluted Aleko in an Anthro military fashion and welcomed him to the field. Behind the general were all the troops under their command. Mostly consisting of a few squadrons of Elite Rangers and one squad of Anthro Highlanders Along with another squadron of Dark Elven Vanguards. All the troops were standing ready and waiting. The troops were not particularly numerous, just enough to hopefully travel without attracting too much attention and enough to capture a fortress without its full defense force. “We are at the edge of the province of Coldshire, sire.” The general informed Aleko. “We will be departing on your command and should reach the fortress from Northspark tomorrow. If we are careful we should be able to travel unnoticed. If not…well let’s hope your prediction is correct and the Stainless will assume that these were troops from Coldshire, thinking that they could mount an attack upon the town only to discovered it still under heavy protection.”

Once the order to march was given, all troops promptly dismantled the camp in no time and started the march due north, in the direction of Northspark. General Bulkwyn was accompanying Aleko. “This must seem all to familiar to you, no?” she inquired “I for one am more comfortable out here in the field than inside that floating building. I only wish we could have all that fancy food with us right now,” a muffled chuckle escaped her. The general seemed just as relaxed out in the field in battle gear as she was back in the fortress, one would have to wonder if it is a sign of her confidence, lack of discipline or both. “You mentioned you fought in the War of Tulips, right? I knew I heard that name before we officially met, though if memory serves right, you were called ‘Frosty’ back then, huh?” Judging by her head movement she inspected Aleko for a moment “I can understand that nickname”. The general was conversing at an awfully familiar level with Aleko, almost as if she was talking to someone of equal footing with her and not a superior, let alone the emperor she was serving under.

The rest of the day was spent in full march, keeping close to the trees. When it became to dark to see, general Bulkwyn suggested they make camp for the night and conclude the march on the morrow. The camp was just as small and simplistic as the one Aleko found, it was meant only for the night anyway. Some of the Elite Rangers were standing guard, just in case, while the rest were relaxing and preparing a quick meal. General Bulkwyn took the liberty of removing her mask and helm, revealing her full appearance for probably the first time. Her hair was neatly tied to the back while her mousey ears were now up-right as they were no longer tucked underneath anything, more comfortable as indicated by their slight twitching. Her rather comely visage was not something one would expect to find underneath the decorated helm of an Anthro general. The two Halflings were presented with a bowl of slightly discolored gruel, an all too familiar meal served on the field. Despite the general’s protests, she quickly gobbled up her portion if only to keep warm in the cold night. After eating, the general pulled a small map from nearby and circled an area in the province of Northspark. “We will be making our final camp there, as you instructed.” She then circled another area close to the first one “The fortress is there, it would take us maybe 1 hour to reach from the camp. The Infiltrators that general Planestalker so courteously secured for us are already inside the fortress, their job is to find out when their defenses will be sent for another attack on Paletower and then find a suitable way for our troops to get inside and take over the place before anyone is the wiser. Once their attack fails, general Ironfist and his troops will chase them back to the fort where we will be waiting for them. They won’t have a place to escape and will be caught between our fortified position and Ironfist’s troops. Sound about right?” A smile was ever-present on the general’s face as she recited the plan that Aleko came up with, it would seem she is particularly confident in their odds.

“Mmmm…do you think they will surrender?’ she inquired once the strategic talk was over “I mean, they are from the Old Empire. They must be more reasonable than those from the Stainless right? And if they surrender, do you really think we can convince them to join our side? What if they don’t?” General Bulkwyn was patiently listening to Aleko’s response, her large eyes sometimes drifting away as if she suddenly noticed something. Once she had her answer she nodded, apparently satisfied “You know.. With you as our leader I can’t help but feel like everything will turn out fine. Silly isn’t it? We are pretty much in the worst situation among everyone else in this war, yet…I don’t know…” Her gaze was affixed at the night sky as she spoke, a small smile on her face “Your speech, both at your coronation and at the military meeting. I can’t help but feel…inspired! You assessed the situation and quickly came up with a way for us to catch up and maybe even get ahead of everyone else.” Her gaze then turned back to Aleko, her face and the way she was looking at the Halfing emanating a form of…comfort. “I guess the Wizard choose wisely, huh?”

After a bit of chatting, a large yawn escaped the general. She picked up her helm and abruptly stood up. “Well, I guess we better get some rest. We have a fortress to conquer tomorrow.” She bowed to Aleko “Good night, sire. Please don’t sneak in my tent after everyone is asleep. Then again, you’re the emperor so I don’t have much say in the matter, right?” she laughed as he departed, leaving Aleko relatively alone next to the campfire.

The night was cold and the wind strong. While not nearly as freezing or windy as the Dwarven Lands, the Kindom of Winterpeak was aptly named. The Northern Kindom of the Humans, sharing a border with their presumed Dwarven allies. This region in particular was very close to their snowy lands, the province of Paletower belonging to the Dwarves. That night, Aleko was fortunate enough to be free from any bad dreams. He managed to rest well, after all he would need his strength on tomorrow’s assault.

[Zamokra41] - Avalon Empire - [MachineSoul]

The orders were given, the subjects bowed their heads and all started making preparations as per the instructions of their Emperor, some more reluctantly than others. Such was a leader’s life as Aleko probably understood it and there was more to come. During the planning and discussions, Cyrus simply listened and silently contemplated, seemingly pleased with what he was witnessing, the Halfling was determined and thought of each angle before making a decision, his strategies were solid and his reasoning sane, his dedication was what pleased the wizard most, a clear and strong differencing factor from his father. Scribe was never more enthusiastic than he was in these moments, jutting down on his files every single detail, documenting everything he considered worth noting. By the time the last issue of the day was discussed, the low orange rays flowing out of the windows from the hallway indicated that is was already past noon. “I believe both the generals and the envoys have no more issues to discuss.” Cyrus nodded “You have done well, sire. You may take some time for yourself now, if anything that requires your attention arrives I will be sure to announce you” He bows his head and proceeded to leave, announcing Aleko “If you will have need of me, you can find me in the Library, sire.”.

Most of the generals and envoys have retired to their respective chambers, others could be found in the Dining Hall. Aleko was now alone and free to wander the fortress as he pleased, all the while Scribe was still following closely behind, careful not to disturb him, of course he would leave if he is told so but until then he was oddly fascinated with seeing what the new Emperor was up to.
The Dining Hall was once again populated with people as it was roughly time for dinner. Some of the servants and guards could be found as well as some of the generals and envoys. In one corner one could see Marcus and Durran enjoying a drink over a game of chess. Gymor, Ethel and Ludwyn could be seen at another table having a hearty meal. At the bar, one could spot Caine sipping some dark red wine while apparently scribbling over a small handbook of sorts. Before Aleko could decide where to sit, a red-ish flash appeared in the corner of his eye, shortly followed by Anny Wayfinder, with her open notebook as always. “Sire, sire ! I…” she stopped midsentence as if she had forgotten something, taking a few moments to look over Aleko she realized that the emperor hadn’t even had time to sit down and think about what to eat. She then bowed her head deeply “I apologize for bothering you, sire. But I need your input…if you would allow… “ She then presented her open notebook, a number of statistics were written regarding the supplies aboard. “As you can see..” she said as he indicated with her finger over some of the writings “…we are starting to run low on fresh water and vegetables. Grain could also use a re-supply though if necessary I think we could make it another 2 weeks, assuming we ration it. Mr. Hawke also requested we bring a new batch of sanitary alcohol, medicinal herbs, bandages and…”she takes a moment to fumble through the pockets of her brown shorts, eventually pulling out a small folded note “…these…um…materials.” The note contained a number of dusts generally used in chemistry along with a number next to each, nothing the requested quantity. Anny took both the note and the notebook back after Aleko took a good look through them “So..Sire, if it is at all possible, could we land sometime this week and gather the needed supplies? Oh..and...should I inform Mr. Hawke that we will be getting his needed resources as well?” After inspecting the note, Aleko no doubt realized that while Hawke’s supplies were indeed of use, they were also quite costly, he would have to think about whether or not they could afford such extra expenses.

After giving his answer, Anny politely thanked him and then rushed out the door almost immediately teleporting as is her fashion. After solving that minor issue, Aleko had a bit of time for himself to enjoy dinner, be it with company as it would seem that the trio of envoys would welcome him to dine with them and contribute to conversation, or by himself if he would prefer. Sometime later however, Aleko was approached by Korvius, as he was instructed, with a plate of oven baked and seasoned tomatoes. “Hello, sire, enjoying your meal I would hope?” he presented the plate to the young Emperor before mentioning “As you may or may not know, we Undead retain very little, if any, memories of our past lives. Mmmm…One thing I still happen to retain is the satiating aroma and taste of home-baked oven tomatoes. Sadly, being the way I am right now means I will never be able to enjoy their taste.” A short would-be sad chuckle escaped him “Would you care for some, sire? “ he asked.

Some time later, after dinner, Aleko was heading for the Library. However, he was stopped by a guard standing in front of the door. “My apologies sire, master Weaverstar instructed that no one is allowed to enter the Library at this time.” The guard was standing stoic, apparently unfazed by the fact that his emperor was the one standing before him. Upon asking for details, the guard simply shrugged “I’m sorry, sire. I don’t know why, only that I was instructed to not allow anyone enter for any reason. This includes you, if you will pardon me. “ Before anything however, as if on cue, the door opened and Cyrus walked out, placing his hand on the guard’s armored shoulder “It is quite alright, there is no need for that anymore.” He said with a smile, the guard simply bowed his head and steeped aside no longer blocking the entrance. “My apologies, sire.“ Cyrus said to Aleko as he rubbed his eyes, looking rather weary. “I had a bit of…business to deal with, trying to understand what the guard’s reports about these…noises was all about…” The wizard contemplated for a few moments before shaking his head “Ah, pardon me. I did not wish to bother you, sire. As far as I can tell, there is nothing dangerous in the Library, if you wish to browse some books you are more than welcome to, of course. Now, if you would excuse me, I believe I will retire to my quarters now. I hope you will have a good evening, sire. Good night.” And with that and a deep bow, the old man excused himself and walked away, heading for some rest.

The Library probably offered the most privacy of all the rooms of the Fortress, quiet, quaint and seemingly cut-off from the outside world. It was decorated with antique furniture, giving it an old appearance, as if it were some ancient place of study, save for the few lamps providing the lighting in the room along with the soft rays of the setting sun flooding the furthers end of the room. An overwhelming variety of books could be found here, some were light reading, some were educational materials of varying subjects, some were history books, encyclopedias, dictionaries for various languages, Aleko even spotted the occasional cook-book here and there, unsure why it would be here and not in the kitchens. Some of the books, Aleko recognized, Master Winzent GrauFell's Art of Hand and a Half Sword Fencing and Hand-to-Hand Brawling along with Enchiridion of War: Beauty in Death, Glory in Blood and Master Grana del Reviera Knightly Tome of Weaponry and Melees. Other tomes that seemed to catch the Emperor’s eye were Tea and Gardening Ceremonies by Tanaka Mori, Impelluiso’s Documented Myths from around the World, the Dance of Frost and Flame series by Gregor R. Marteen, Crimson Crying Retribution by Rockwell S. T. R. , Theodorus Neek’s Higher arts of Social Etiquette, considered the rival of book of Robban Rocknail's Social Etiquette Throughout Avalon: A comprehensive guide, and last but not least, Astralus Halloen’s Documented Personalities of Importance from the History of Avalon. From time to time, during his reading, Alkeo had this odd feeling as if someone was watching over him…yet whenever he would look around it was plainly obvious he was alone, to make matters worse, he could swear he heard a sinister laughter from time to time without being able to fully detect its source…

The rest of the evening was for Aleko to enjoy at his own discretion.

Strangeland | Legends Never Die

@BluAgree, you take away the fire from a fire-arrow(implying that the fire is magical in nature) and that leaves you with...well...a regular arrow.

BTW, I was meaning to inquire a few details about your character, Wilson. More specifically about him "eating the magic"

So we know that most magic is innefective against him and aparently he can absorb/eat some magic to bloster his form, correct?

If so, what kind of magic does he consume? Obviously the Arcane-type which virtually any mage/wizard/sorceror uses, yea. I assume Elemental-type magic as well since it has Arcane in its base. What about Holy and Dark magic? The kind that priests and necromancers use? Or Spiritual-Type magic, which is basically fantasy-style Chi/Chakra? Or Primal-type magic, the sort that Druids/Shamans use?

Strangeland | Legends Never Die

@Blu I would imagine trying to find out what is going on would be top priority for most if not all of our people, which would suggest that we would all meet at one point, some maybe sooner but I imagine ALL of us would meet at Pendragahst since it would probably be the one place where relevant info could be found, no? Also..@WilsonTurner I DID made mention that there are dark storm-clouds gathering where my character is at, so he should be relatively close to where Zaelios is. Mayhaps they could meet? I would be curious to see how each of our characters would interact with each-other on first meetings :D

Strangeland | Legends Never Die

Posted :)

Also, forgot to ask earlier : What is this RP's policy on profanity and/or gore?