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The 1st Crusade for Sentinel


BACK STORY

Following the year's after the reunited Knights of the Nine, the Empire began to crumble into somewhat of a more religous oligarchy. The Knights of the Nine had grown in ranks, everywhere you looked, small order's of the Nine were being assembled, and gradually the Knights of the Nine, were put in place of the Legion's by the new emperor, Emperor William Ocato. The world of Tamriel was about to be turned upside down, with the new Emperor.

The Emperor's first new law, that was quickly passed was one that staited, "All province's in the Empire's rule shall be under stronger Empire rule, and it shall be enforced, by the Knights of the Nine. As follows. All other religous sect's and cults shall be banished from the Empire, anyone who defie's this shall be hung until death." Most of the province's followed the new law, along with the other small less important, but still strict laws. But the province of Hammerfell, was a province that would not be so easily pushed around. Hammerfell, had been a little thorn in the new Empire's side for sometime now, and Emperor William Ocato was tired of it. He tired bribing the province to follow the new law's but nothing worked. He even sent small undercover groups of knights to be sent to Hammerfell, and secretly try and convince the people of Hammerfell to follow the Empire's new law, it did'nt go so well. After the whole debate over what should be done with the Empire's little intruders, the new forming government of Hammerfell, sentenced all the knights to hanging and torture, until they died. It was not looking good for the peace, that had drapped Tamriel for seven years.

Emperor William Ocato, demanded that the people of Hammerfell rise up against their leaders, and take revenge on them for what they had done. That too did'nt go over so well. The new government of Hammerfell, was not really a government at all, more of a Socialist-Anarchistic state. It had leader's but they had no real say in would, they were just there to look good, and to have control over the armies, which they liked. Life was good in Hammerfell, the economy was sky rocketing, trade was good, just the over all state of things in Hammerfell was looking up.

The tribes of Hammerfell along with the cities, had been united under one man, his name: Tomo Kinkashi. He was a great and generous leader. His military skill's were highly complimented, and his skill of controlling his soldier's was the best in the Hammerfell. In the Empire, they to had a great military leader: General Francis Marquess. His lack of military intelect was very low, he had fought in the Oblivion Crisis, and had won many medals for his service's during the crisis. The two men had heard of each-other, but had never met each-other on the battlefield. They had no idea that their two forces would one day meet.

The new Profit of the Knights of the Nine, was a man by the name of: Solm, he was a slender man, who seemed to want nothing more than just peace in his life. He had close ties to what the Emperor said the public, and always seemed to be pushing for peace with Hammerfell, until one day Solm had a "Vision" of what would happen to the Empire if Hammerfell attacked. Solm was not pleased with the outcome of what would happen, and quickly informed the Emperor of his vision. Emperor William Ocato was a very relgious man, or so he seemed to the public and his council. Solm spoke of great fires and terrible carnage erupting all over Tamriel. It seemed to Solm that the people of Hammerfell were vicious and terrible people, who wanted nothing better than to have the Empire fall. Emperor William spoke with Solm for many nights and days, talking about what should be done. All the Military council member's tired to insure the Emperor that if an attack on the Empire were to happen, they would send a thousand knights to dispose of the invaders. It seemed that the Emperor would hear nothing of it, only the words of Solm had any sway and power towards the Emperor.


THREE MONTHS LATER

The day was warm and calm, as the people of Tamriel read the new edition of the Black Horse Courier.

Black Horse Courier
4E 6 Last Seed

Today in the Imperial Palace, our gracious emperor, Emperor William Ocato had chosen the Profit of the Knights of the Nine: Solm, to take command of the gathering forces. Profit Solm will instruct what should be done to fullfil his vision. The vision came to Solm in the night, as he finished writing a small letter. The vision was shown to Solm by Arkay, it showed a hidden temple of his, under the city of Sentinel. Arkay spoke that the Redguards had built over the temple many decade's before, and that it held great power and riches, to who ever found it.

The Knights of the Nine are gathering their forces from all around Tamriel, to make a crusade to find the ancient Temple of Arkay. Other Knightly order's such as the Knights of the Iron, who were banished from Hammerfell three years ago, for siding with Emperor William, and along with them follows the Knightly order of the Circle. Others have joined the Crusade, in search for Gold and other valuable metals, along with finding a nice sea side cottage to settle in.

People all over Tamriel began to gather their belongings, as they gathered in Anvil for their Holy invasion of Hammerfell.
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Ok so here's what's happening, you are a knight in the Knights of the Nine.You are under the command of General Francis Marquess(NPC) he is the man running everything. Everyone starts in Anvil, and I will start when we have a fair amount of people

RULES

1. I'am Boss. What I say happens, it WILL happen.

2. NO Ubering. I dont want anyone doing anything rediculous in Knightly armor or something?

3. No insulting other players. You will be kicked from the Rp, if you insult someone.

4. Swearing is fine. Just keep it inside Forum regulations.

5. Romance is fine. I just dont see where you'll find the time while traveling the Alik'r Desert.

6. Use Common Sence. (This is just for any newbies, that are not familiar with the Rp forums)

7. Have fun.

CHARACTER SHEET: FOLLOW THIS EXACTLY OR I WILL SEND IT BACK(Once again for newbies. I know all who join who have been in these Rp's know what to do).

Name:
Age:
Race:(Anything besides Reguard for the time)

General Appearance:(Height, Weight, Hair, etc.)

Weapons: (Nothing Daedric or to powerful)

Armor: (Knights of the Nine armor of anykind. No Holy Crusader armor though)

Spells: (Only have them if your a Mage or some other kind of Magical person)

Equipment: (What your charcter has along the trip. He will need food and water, or he might die. Also include your horse)

Follower:(Simple squier or someone like that will do)

ALL CHARCTER SHEETS MUST BE SENT TO ME FOR APPROVAL.

Name: Robert LeBlanc.

Age:25.

Race:Breton.

General Appearance: Pale, 6' 2" rather skinny, but as a mage that doesn't really matter. Dark, short-ish, slightly curly hair. Left handed. Scar that reaches from the right corner of his mouth and extends for 5 cm

Weapons: Standard Steel shortsword, with light shock echantment. Silver daggers up each sleeve.

Armor: Standard Crusader chain suit, but leather boots, no helm, white hood that is attatched to the tabard. Armour is self enchanted with a light fire resist shield that only is good for making the heat less oppresive.

Spells: Shock, telekenesis & detect life as his main spells but also has a summon scamp spell.

Equipment: Basic survival items food, water, bedroll etc. Chesnut horse that is built for speed.

Follower: Bosmer squire that holds most of his survival gear.


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As he rode lazily down the road that led to Anvil, Robert wondered if he would see anyone from his childhood. He hadn't been back to Anvil since he turned 17.
'Squire' he stated 'hurry up, you're lagging behind.'

'Sorry Sir, it's just that you've got a horse and I've got a pony.' replied the quivering Bosmer.

'Yes I can see that boy, but I was born and raised in Anvil and I want to be able to see the damned city by nightfall.' Snapped Robert.

'Stop being so mean to the kid.'
'It's how We were treated by our knight.'
'Yes, We know that you fool but that doesn't mean We get to....'

Robert internal argument with himself trailed off at the sight of the harbour town, and the massive warships that were attached to it like blood svcking parasites.

'Haha, good job squire, that "short-cut" was a short-cut, we'll be there in an about and hour and a half.' laughed Robert

'T-thank you, Sir. Sir what is Anvil really like? I've only heard stories.'

'I think it can answer that for itself but I'll tell you this, the second that gate opens we'll be knee-deep in lonely sailors wives.'

'By Julianos I love Anvil.'

OCC: Sorry. I forgot to tell you, your first post should be about how your charcter gets to Anvil to board the Crusader Fleet.


Name: Richard Webster
Age: 32
Race: Imperial

General Appearance: 5' 10" about 190 lbs, muscular body (Nothing to visible), thick Black hair w/ thick beard. Scar on his left shoulder

Weapons: Fine Steel Long Sword, Short Silver Sword, Steel Daggar

Armor: Basic Knights of the Nine armor w/ Crusader looking helmet.

Spells: None

Equipment: x2 Bread loafs, x2 Cheese blocks, x3 fine Red wine, x3 Beef (Assorted), White horse, Wet stone, Tarp, x2 Fork & Spoon.

Follower: Squier Charles Everblade
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Richard road his galiant white steed on the road, that was full of Knights and other's trying to get passage onto the Crusading Fleet. Luckly for Richard and his fellow Knights of the Nine, they had free passage onto the ships that would take them to Sentinel. People stepped out of the way for Richard, as he and his galiant steed continued down the road to Anvil.

The sun shown brightly and seagulls could be heard all over the sea-fairing city, as Richard made his way to a small Knights of the Nine outpost, that was full of other Knights of the Nine. (Everyone should meet here) Richard walked over to the counter laying his helmet on the counter as Squier Charles sat beside him. The young boy had been at Richard's side for more than ten years. Richard had taken him in at the age of three, when Richard was on a patrol searching for bandits near Bravil.

"What can I serve you M'lord?" a kind young woman asked, batting her eye's at Richard.

"I'll have an Ale, while my young friend here will have water!" Richard said looking at Charles with a smile. He respected Charles in a way, that only Charles and he knew.

"Thank you M'lord, that was very generous of you," Charles said in a young adolelescent pre-teen voice. The woman walked off as she hurried to get their drinks...

OCC: Ok everyone take it away. I will move the Rp along farther when more people have joined. Everyone who's playing, meet in the Knights of the Nine inn. Thank you

Quietly, two figures rode down the road Skingrad-Anvil. They weren't the first ones that morning, and certainly not the last ones, as the entire road was dotted with such couples, trios, or sometimes even larger parties of men. The Herd of the Church of Eight-and-One was flocking to the Crusade, eager to deal a hard blow to the Ra Gada, for one reason or another, as Gaston knew perfectly well he wasn't the only one who set out on the Crusade with another goal in his mind, almost as important to him as kneeling the heathen Ra Gada for Mara. He was the second son in his family, which meant he inherited no land nor wealth, although he was free to use his father's while he still lived, and this Crusade was the perfect chance to gain land, wealth and glory. Rumors said that the Heathens were overflown with wealth, and it could certainly be believed, as Sentinel was a very rich port-city. If he managed to grasp the opportunity by her hair, he'd come out much richer and much more confident in his future.

"Sir, look!" Wilfred interrupted his thoughts, pointing up ahead. The walled city of Anvil came into view in all its glory; the huge stone walls, a testiment to the supposed might of the new government; the fleet, which would act as their steed for some portion of this journey, although Gaston was skeptic as to how would they fare against the Ra Gada in the sea, as even the Nords couldn't match them there. On a hill, the Castle Anvil lay, although Gaston only smirked at it - there were many castles that were far more impressive than this back in High Rock.

"Looks like we've reached our destination, Wilfred." Gaston spurred Neithen onward, eager to reach the city faster. "Sorry old friend, looks like I'll have to leave you in the stables of the Imperials for a while. I know they have no idea how to treat horses properly, but hopefully we'll soon meet again." He muttered, patting the barded horse's side. The creature grunted and shook its head in disapprovement, however Gaston could only sigh and shrug in his armor.

Some twenty minutes later, Gaston was already in front of a small tavern that was supposed to act as a rendezvous point for the Knights of the Nine. With a bit of hesitation, and another thought about how Neithen would be doing, the Anticlerian knight stepped in, his squire right behind him.

The tavern certainly didn't seem like much. It was full of Knights of the Nine, most armored in chainmaile, a fact at which Gaston could only smirk, thinking about his own plate, of which he was mighty proud in this bunch of Imperials with hauberks and tabards thrown over them. Taking off his sallet helmet and handing it to Wilfred (that's what the boy was there for, after all), he approached the counter, ordering a small glass of water and some eggs and vegetables - he made an oath not to eat any meat the day the Crusade started, with hopes of currying favor with the Gods. Wilfred wasn't yet as scrupulous, so he got half a glass of Skingrad wine and a small portion of roast meat, a meal he wholeheartedly thanked his master for. Gaston only waved it off, though, and watched with some sort of satisfaction how his squire set down the bascinet on the table, along with the knight's own sallet, leaned his halberd against the wall and dug into the meat.

Name: Alrik Bearslayer
Age: 31
Race: Nord

General Appearance: He stands 6'6" tall and was given plenty of muscle weighing in at 275 lbs. His Long black hair hangs down to the middle of his back, and is in stark contrast to his pale skin. He has silvery blue eyes.

Weapons: Steel Battleaxe

Armor: He wears a lighter version of the Knights of the Nine Armor, prefering easier movement on the battlefield.

Spells: N/A

Equipment: tent, food rations, water sack, rope, simple black shirt, pants, and shoes.

Alriks rode a sturdy Black steed whom he called Alf.

Follower: Percius Raxle (Alrik normally calls him Percy) Percy was a young lad of 18 years. Alrik met Percius almost two years ago when Percius' father asked Alrik to train his son and in return Percius would be a servant to Alrik. Percy rides a Chestnut steed.


IC:
The Road Between Anvil and Skingrad
Just Outside of Anvil

"There it is Percy," Alrik called back to his companion, "Anvil, the Port City of the Empire." Percy pulled his horse beside his master's as both of them stopped for a moment. Alrik was enjoying the look of astonishment on Percius' face, as he did everytime they came to a new city. Alrik kicked his steed into action, moving at a slow pace for the last couple paces, arriving at the Gate to Anvil. He strode into the city proper as the guards opened the gate. "We'll make way right to the Outpost."

Once inside the Inn, Alrik sat down at a table, removing his helmet and gloves and placing them on a table. Just after sitting down, the barkeep came striding over, "May I get you anything, Sir?" she asked with a quaint voice that Alrik knew was why she was a barkeep. "I'll take a loaf of break, an apple, and an ale, and get the same thig for the lad, but make it a water."

Gaston lifted his eyes up from the rather poor meal when he heard the doors open. Yet another pair entered, this one comprised of a Nord and an Imperial, the Nord sporting a slightly different version of the Knights' armor. No creativity whatsoever. Am I the only one who had the sense to give the Ra Gada enough credit as swordsmen to outfit myself in plate armor and lose the 'benefit' of throwing a tabard over myself? Or am I the only one who can afford a plate suit here... His glance slid over the many knights gathered in the tavern-outpost, before falling on the Nord again. Gaston had little experience with Nords, preffering to stay as far away from the eastern Skyrim border of High Rock as was possible, and knew much more of the Ra Gada, however he guessed the man to be somewhere around his own age. And if Gaston was the stereotypical Breton, then this man was a stereotypical Nord, save perhaps the lack of blonde hair.

Soon, however, the Nord left his mind as Gaston began thinking of the Crusade yet again. Without realizing it, though, he hadn't lowered his glance back to his meal, and instead continued starring absent-mindedly at the Nordic knight. Wilfred noticed that after throwing yet another quick glance at his master, a habbit of his by now as the boy tried to model himself after Gaston; he gave the Nord a look as well, but, failing to understand why was his master starring at him like that, continued his small feast. A thought crossed the squire's mind - if it wasn't for Wilfred's age, the duet could've been held for two friends who decided to meet before the Crusade set off, as usually knights did not allow their squires to eat better than themselves. Certainly, I look enough like one of those light mercenaries from Anticlere whose camps dott the lorddom... He chuckled silently for no apparent reason - somehow, the prospect of someone confusing him for a mercenary was a bit amusing.

Name:Largrath Merono
Age:30
Race:Dunmer

General Appearance:Normal size for any Dunmer. His hair is black and spiky. His skin is charcoal, having been a native ashlander of Morrowind.

Weapons: "Wrath" a enchanted blade that becomes lit with fire when it is pulled from its sheathe.

Armor: Steel Armor, with the exception of two gauntlets enchanted with Fire Resistance.

Spells: None

Equipment:Five jugs of water, three sacks of food, strapped to his horse. A book titled "Trapped" is always hanging by his waist, on a chain.

Follower:A little kitten, which usuallly keeps it's distance from battle. It tends to stay near the horse when Largrath decides to go into a dungeon.

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Largrath sat in a more, dark area of the tavern, reading his book. A black cat licked milk from a mug, while Largrath took a sip of his own ale. Sighing, he eyed the massive amounts of knights that were in the Tavern.

"Binky, I think the old days are gone." Largrath said, patting his cat on its head. The cat purred lightly, then went back to sipping its milk. "What ever happened to the tribunal?" Largrath said, perhaps a little to loud. He went back to reading his book, taking a occasional sip of ale.

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Edwinn held his horse at its steady trot down the road, Bradon riding behind him quietly, as they drew closer to the grand port city, Anvil. Edwinn hadn't been to the city in years, and this was going to be the largest city Bradon had ever stepped into. The boy was clearly anxious to see the sights of the city, as he kept urging his horse a little faster, until a stern look from Edwinn slowed him down.

Edwinn was tough on the boy, but he felt he was fair, and he did enjoy the lads company, as he was intelligent and eager to please his knight. Edwinn, smiled back at the boy, who had been looking around at the many other warriors and knights on the road with them, great weapons shining in the sunlight. Edwinn merely chuckled at the boys astonished gaze, as he turned around, nodding to guard of Anvil who stood on the road, as he neared the stables, which were exceptionally busy lately with the heavy traffic.

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Edwinn guided the boy through the streets, needing to give him a slight push every now and again to get him moving, as they passed through the streets, heading towards a well known inn by Edwinn. He spotted the sign of the inn, and nudged the boy towards it, opening the door, and entering the building, the boy following nervously behind his knight.

"Go fetch us that table lad." he said smilingly at Bradon, indicating a table a few feet from another man, a Breton it seemed, who sat with his squire. He watched the boy hurry off, apologizing awkwardly to a serving woman as he pulled out the chair, looking nervously at the Breton as he sat down, his eyes wandering around the room.

Edwinn just chuckled as he approached the bartender, waiting for the man to finish, before ordering.

"Two cuts of your boar meat please. A glass of Tamika's 415, and a glass of water as well." he said, looking back at the boy to check on him. He dropped a few coins on the counter, and returned to the table when the man assured him the food would be delivered.

He nodded to the Breton at the nearby table, and sat down at his, putting the water down for Bradon, and taking a sip of his wine.

"So what do you think?" he asked Bradon, who was staring at the Breton. "Don't stare." he said firmly to the boy, who immediately dropped his gaze, sipping his water. "Well?" Edwinn prompted.

The boys grin said it all, as Edwinn chuckled again. He stopped soon though, knowing it wouldn't be like this soon when they departed, and he looked at the innocence in the boys eyes, knowing it might soon disappear.

After having some ale and water, Richard and Charles got up from the counter and went to look outside. Several other fellow Knights of the Nine from all across Tamriel, had entered. It was quite a scene to see, everyone who was a Knight or nobleman was still crowding the road to Anvil, and the city was no better. All the pub's and inn's flocked with Knights and others, trying to gain entry onto the Crusading fleet. Animals: Pack, Slaughter, every type of animal imaginable was in the city moving through the town, or boarding the ships, it would be a crowded ride to Sentinel.Charles tugged on Richard's tunic, looking up at him with a smile.

"M'lord how long until we can board the ships to Sentinel?"

"Soon young Charles, soon. They need time to gather everyone together that is boarding the ships. Luckly for us, we have free passage, since we are Knights of the Nine!"

Charles looked around, as he stepped back from a passing horseman.

"Good!" he said with a smile as they returned to the inn, and sat at a table...

OCC: Everyone who's joined (Alot) it wont be much longer till we are sailing to Sentinel.

The barkeep soon brought Alrik's food. He began to break the bread apart, eating little chunks of it. As he was eating his meal, he began to look around the room. There were many gathering Knights, but none of the grabbed his attention accept for one. It was a Bretonic knight, he was staring right at Alrik. At first, Alrik thought the Breton recognized him from somewhere, but then realized the Breton had a blank stare on his face. Alrik, when he wasn't fighting, was a friendly person and so he nodded and gave a wave to the Breton. If the Breton decided to talk to him, that was fine, and if not, oh well.

Name: Sir Claudius Konstantine of Skingrad
Age: 26
Race: Imperial

General Appearance: 110 ibs, 5"11, Short black hair that's neatly trimmed. Strong muscular body. Trimmed beard and goatee.

Weapons: Silver Longsword

Armor: Normal Knights of the Nine chainmail crusader armor with crusader shield and helmet. Has a long white cape

Spells: Simple heal spell

Equipment: Black Horse , 3 rucksacks attached to the front, sides and back of the horse, containing provisions mostly meat, bread and plenty of water and a couple of healing potions.

Follower: Squire Adamus the Imperial - Wearing the chainmail crusader cuirass with leather greaves, boots and guantlets. No helmet. Steel longsword.






The Gold Road, on route to Anvil

Claudius took a long drink from his flask, he had been on the road for hours and was beginning to get weary of the journey. Glancing behind him he looked at his squire, Adamus on his smaller steed. He was a young boy, or man rather as he was nineteen years of age. Only seven years younger than him which was not much of a gap Cladius thought. The only thing that was different between the two was that Claudius was more experienced with the sword than the young boy, and had a much easier upbringing. The boy was from a common family that served his house and Claudius was good friends with his father, the only family Adamus had. When he died the noble vowed to honour his friends wishes to raise Adamus as a knight of the nine and serve the divine gods well. One problem was that Cladius did not care much for the gods or what they wished but more the rewards that came with such a prestigous position. No one knew this but he and Adamus always looked up to his master as a perfect example of a true believer and as a role model to behave like.

Turning back to the road, Sir Claudius could see the outline of the grand city of Anvil in the distance and the great warships of the Empire. The man could barely wipe off his smile at the thought of the Redguard heathens being destroyed by the combined power of the majesty that is the Empire. Draining his flask some more to conceal his excitment he spoke "Boy, see that up ahead?"
"You mean Anvil sir?" Adamus replied
"No, no the ships in harbour" he snapped back
"Oh yes sir, sorry, I do"
"That is the fleet that is going to take us the heathen lands and destory the Redguards and their false ways. You think you can handle it boy?"
"Yes...yes sir, I..I will drive my sword through every heathen that crosses my path and...and do it for the Nine for they are those who...who watch over us and guide our lives...." Adamus rehearsed from his lectures before setting off for the crusade
"That's enough lad, you have done well" Claudius interupted as he drained the last of his flask and put it back in his rucksack. He had heard enough preaching for one day and was sure to hear more in the city.



City of Anvil, Knights of the Nine Inn

Claudius got off his horse and attached it to the railings outside the Knights of the Nine inn which he was directed to at the gates. He had never seen so many Knights before in one place which gave him a great rush of adrenaline. How do the Redguards hope to compete with this was all he could think of as he pushed through the door. Adamus thought the same as he followed. "Okay lad, you can rest now. Go talk to some pretty ladies or something because it may be the last time you do" Claudius told him as he headed to the bar
"Sir, If you don't mind me saying, isn't that type of thing against the laws of the Nine when waging holy war?" Adamus asked
"No it isn't" he sighed "Just put your feet up boy okay"
"Yes sir, I will" the squire answered as he walked over to an empty table and waved over a barmaid. Damn kid Claudius thought.

The noble sat at a seat near the edge of the bar and waved over a young woman who must have been the waitress. "Your strongest beer please madam"

Largrath shut his book, sighing. "Great. Now I just read the only book I had to read. Just great." His cat looked up, milk hanging on its whiskers, it let out a loud pur. Largrath pat her head, his red Ashlander eyes looking at the patrons.

So many squires. They just get in the way. Complain when I am having a good washing to.

"Ahh well." Largrath muttered, eying a crimson red, two handed blade. He set his hand on the handle, the sound of skin being burnt emitting just as it gripped the handle.

"Aghh." Largrath cried, pulling his hand back. He looked around the bar, some patrons looking at him strangely. Picking up two gauntlets that were lying on the table, Largrath set them on his hands. He then lifted the blade up, not being burnt this time.

"Now were did I put that bloody sheathe?"

Gaston didn't snap out of his thoughts until the Nord waved to him - even the nod he gave to the other Breton that now occupied the nearby table was carried out subconsciously, a result of his teaching, thanks to which manners had become almost his second nature. He noticed me... Oh well, I can blame but myself for falling so deep in thought without setting my eyes somewhere more appropriate before. Might as well engage in a conversation; he seems the talkative sort, and I'd do good to evaluate the moods of my fellow crusaders. Shrugging mentally, Gaston nodded back to the Nord, then stood up, taking his chair and meal with him and, motioning Wilfred to continue sitting where the squire did now, navigated over to the Nord's table.

"If you wouldn't mind, it'd be a pleasure to join you."

Wilfred watched as his master walked off with the intention of speaking with the Nord that had entered a bit earlier. His meal was almost finished, and the squire couldn't help but feel a bit depressed that this may be the last truly good one before the Crusade and with it horrible food began; Wilfred wasn't particularly picky about food, he'd eat most of the things Gaston wouldn't even touch, yet even he was a bit unnerved at the prospect of nothing but dried meat for several weeks, maybe even months depending on how it all went.

Attempting to ward off those unpleasant thoughts, Wilfred took to doing what his master had before heading off to speak with the Nord; he observed the other guests, trying to memorize their faces in case he'd need it later. One person that particularly interested him was the squire of the other Breton knight that sat nearby, a young boy. He had learned from Gaston that openly starring at people was not what a knight usually did, so instead he fixed his glance on his empty plate again, observing the couple from the corner of his eyes.

"Go ahead have a seat" Alrik was glad to have the company. "The name is Alrik Bearslayer, been a Knight of the Nine for 10 years now. Spent a couple years in High Rock whille training in my first couple of years of Knighthood. I have to say the wheather is beautiful there, unlike the cold in Skyrim. One of the reasons I left Skyrim is becuase of the cold." The Breton looked like he came from money, he had his own armor on, though it was Plate Armor. Alrik would have thought the Breton extremely arrogant for wearing the his own armor, but he had met many Bretons and they acted almost the same way. He knew it wasn't arrogance, it was just how they acted. Alrik actually respected the way the Bretons carried themselves. They were very confident, and had a look as if they knew exactly what they were doing. "Whats your name?" Alrik, realizing he had gone off on a tangent and didn't even know the guys name.

Richard and Charles, sat at their table watching the Knights as they conversed amoungst each-other, when a man who seemed to be a messanger entered the inn. He stood about 5' 6" from the ground, and he was more swine than anything. He approached a stood, and stood on the foot rests.

"M'lord's! All Knights of the Nine are to report to the Third Dock and board the three ships waiting for you. Your horses will board another ship, so do not worry about taking your horse. Thank you and may the Nine go with you."

As fast as the man had entered he quickly left, while outside other messanger's where spreading the word to any Knights of the Nine that were still outside or on the road. Richard looked at Charles with a smile. He was ready for the adventure ahead, and so was Charles.

"Well look's like we're off to Sentinel young Charles"

"Yes sir, we shall find our right in the Redguard's land!"

Richard layed his hand on the young boy, and they walked out of the inn with several other's towards the third dock. It was breezy and cool, seagull's continued to fly over crashing into the water to catch a fresh fish. The Crusade was about to begin...

Gaston nodded, sitting down and listening for a moment as the Nord spoke, before he was asked his name. "I'm Gaston de Tourelle, of Anticlere. Perhaps you've been there; it's a beautiful place, but then, that's what every Breton says of his land. And they don't lie, maybe I'm biased, but the Illiac Bay is a wonderful place. I've always wanted to see the Ra Gada side of it, the Outremer as we call it back home... I'll admit, though, that I didn't expect it to be like this." He gave a faint smile, tapping the handle of his bastard sword lightly. "If this is what needs be done, though... It'll be an interesting journey, at the very least. I've been to Hammerfell on several occasions; it's a land of contrast, and the Ra Gada are a varied people as well. The difference between a 'city-dweller' and a desert nomad is quite large, you can barely imagine they're of the same race." He halted himself there to prevent rambling.

A conversation is only pleasurable so long as you don't make an idiot out of yourself, or the consequences could go far beyond the boundaries of a mere chit-chat with another knight. He reminded himself.

Just as Gaston recalled that concept that had been hammered into him at his youth, the messenger entered the tavern and made his announcement. "Looks like the higher-ups are in a hurry to leave..." The Breton muttered half to Alrik, half to himself.

Edwinn bowed his head in thanks as the maid brought them their food before rushing off to serve more hungry patrons. The meat smelt delicious, and Edwinn knew he had to savour this last meal before his life was made into one of dried meats and old breads. He smiled at Bradon, who was looking down at the food with obvious hunger, but respecting his knight enough to not touch it yet.

"Tuck in lad. This is going to be the last decent meal for you for a long while." he told the boy. Bradon's face fell a little, as he picked up the stone utensils, and he began cutting into the tender meat, as did Edwinn, as the two, clinked their glasses together in a toast.

Edwinn watched the crowd as he ate his meat, finding it to be rather tough and lacking in flavor, but it was better then the dried crap he had in his bag. He watched as the Breton near him rose with his food, and relocated next to rather large Nord. Edwinn noticed the Breton left his squire at the table alone, and had he not respected other knights, he would have invited the lad over, but the Breton might have had his reasons for leaving the boy, so he did nothing except flash him a brief smile.

Bradon did notice the boy glance over at him, and was a little intimidated by the boys advanced age. He had met and talked with many squires before, but they had all been his age roughly, and not this old. He looked at Edwinn a little awkwardly, and the knight could tell what the boy wanted.

"The lads knight may have specific reasons for leaving the boy alone. We don't not know if the boy is being punished for something, so in an act of courtesy to a fellow knight, I don't think we should be talking to the boy." he explained to Bradon.

Bradon nodded, understanding, as he shot the boy a quick look before returning to his meat, chewing it slowly. He glanced up at his knight. "What do you think it's going to be like over there?" he asked Edwinn quietly.

Edwinn looked up at the boy, chewing slowly, debating in his mind whether he should be honest with the boy. It was not going to be pleasant. This he knew. War couldn't be pleasant, but this was going to be beyond that. The desert would be hot by day and chilly by night, and water would not be as easy to find as in the mountains of eastern Cyrodil, where the two had spent most of their time. Battle was not a foreign thing to the boy, as they had seen some fights, but this was war. It would be much different, and they fought against a hardy people who would give them no inch, whether they be man or boy.

He swallowed his mouthful, and looked meaningfully at the boy. "It.... will be a.... different experience for you." he said, choosing his words, as he decided he did not want to scare the boy. "One that will truly test your bravery and devotion to the Nine." he continued. "However, if you are strong, and follow my orders, I believe that a boy as brave as you will come through. And you will have gained much from the experience." he told him.

"Like treasure?" Bradon asked excitedly, though he immediately looked down, rather embarrassed.

Edwinn merely chuckled, as he sipped his wine before continuing. "Treasure, yes. But you will have gained something beyond treasure. Something I don't think I can rightly explain, but you will know when you have gained it." he explained rather cryptically. He smiled again.

"Just stay close to me, okay?" he finished, rustling the boys hair, before returning to his food.

Bradon just nodded, as he sat quietly, rather confused by the mans words, as he tried to sort out what else he could possibly gain other then treasure.

Name: Valandil Y?v?til
Nickname: Val
Age: 20

Race: Breton

General Appearance: 5-9, 148 pounds messy hair toned muscles (Height, Weight, Hair, etc.)

Weapons: Steel Bow, Fine steel short sword

Armor: Basic armor without helm

Equipment: goatskin canteen full of water, 5 venison, Bay horse called Azure, 24 arrows, 200 gold

Follower: Squire Grendul


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"Finally I'm here, the city of anvil" thought Valandil. Grendul come tie your horse here we are going to the inn and getting a drink. "Hey pass me some ale." "Here you go ten coins please" "yea here" As Val looks around he sees many of knights already made it. There were some bretons imperials and a nord. He finished his drink and walked up to the knights and introduced himself "hi my name is Valandil Y?v?til wat are your names.

Largrath found the sheathe under the table, sliding his burning blade into it. He removed his gauntlets and strapped them onto his belt, while sliding the Sheathe on it.

He heard the announcement, ""Bah! Damn fetchers. I was just about to get me a drink to." he lifted Binky (the cat) into his arms, "Time to go Binky. May the Tribunal and Azura guide us through battle." he looked at the cat as he walked out of the inn, "Well, actually just me. You like to watch as I get arrows in my arms, while Wrath burns through our foes, right?"

He reached the docks, and walked onto one of the transports. "Lets hope no idiot decides they want to look at my blade without permission... for there sakes."

He set Binky down, letting the cat run by his side.

((Cat is gonna want some fishies lol))

OCC: I'm just waiting for everyone to post about their character getting on the ships, then I will move the story and we will get to the killing And talk to each-other more, I have a minor story plot I want to start, that deals with all of you speaking with each-other. :tops:

IC

Richard and Charles boarded the large ship at the end of the dock, that carried many of the Knights of the Nine. It was a beautiful ship, its white and red checkered sail's fluttered it the wind, as its captain watched the Knights get boarded...

OOC: Yup. A conversation with Largrath can go many ways, depending on what is said. Either way, he is one of my few characters that arent corny More of a Lord of the Rings type character

City of Anvil, Knight of The Nine Inn

"Yes, me lord" the barmaid complied and proceed to pick up a rather dirty tankard and proceeded to fill it with strong Colovian drink. She let the froth reach the top and placed it in front of the Imperial "10 gold me lord" she demanded and Claudius placed the requested sum in her hand and picked up the flask.
"Here I was thinking that this place was going to be more refined" he muttered before giving in and taking a swig of the drink. It was certainly strong and had a bitter taste but filled the Imperial with confidence and strength for a few seconds before he reverted back to his original state. Certainly a most strange brew!

"M'lord's! All Knights of the Nine are to report to the Third Dock and board the three ships waiting for you. Your horses will board another ship, so do not worry about taking your horse. Thank you and may the Nine go with you."

"Already, damn we must have been late" he spoke to no one in particular before taking a large drink of his beer and placing it down on the counter placing a tip of another 10 gold peices next to it. He stood up and looked for Adamus who was sat alone at a table with a plate of untouched mutton and bottle of whiskey. He walked over to him and startled him "Leave your food boy, were going."
"Yes sir" Adamus sighed but he was disciplined enough not to complain
"It's here we make history. This crusade shall be record into the annals of history and we, the rightchous Knights of the Nine who answered the call to wage holy war shall be remembered. Remember that young Adamus" Adamus knew that when he was being addressed by his name, his master was being serious.


City of Anvil, Docks

Claudius stepped outside onto the street and directed a lowly crusader to take his steed onto the boat it was supposed to go on. Watching the flow of movement, Claudius decided that the third dock must have been in the direction they were heading. "This way boy" he said as he headed in their direction. After a few minutes they arrived to the dock where many amazing galleons and frigates were docked.
"You sir! The ship at the end" a knight spoke as he pointed to a large ship at the very end of the dock. Claudius was still in awe at the sight of the thousands of people walking up planks onto ships and the people running around. Claudius began to move again with Adamus following as he walked up the plank up on the ship and spotted another Imperial knight and squire who too seemed to be in awe of the event. Deciding that it may be best to mingle with his own race at the moment than any other.
"Amazing isn't it?" he said to the knight as he held out his hand to greet him "Names Sir Claudius Konstantine of Colovia, but you may just call me Sir Konstantine" he smiled

Largrath sighed, "Wish I brought some skooma or somthing." he said to his cat, stroking its head. "Dont know Binky, I just dont know. Why do we have to fight the wars? Why doesnt Ocato do it."

His cat just stared at him, then let out a meow. "Of course. Im talking to a cat, not a Khajiit." Largrath said with a sigh.

"Just as well, I am ready to get onto Sentinel." Alrik stood from his chair, "I bid you farewell, and may the Nine protect you. Percy," Alrik gave a quick look to the lad, "let's be on our way."

Alrik opened the door to the Inn, the sun shining brightly coming through the door and took a step into Anvil. He began making his way towards the docks, taking in all the sights. He was amused at how many Knights were in the city of Anvil. He never thought the empire would actually lead a full-scale invasion. He always thought the Ra Gade would make the first strike and the Empire would squash the rebellion.

"Do you think we are going to win?" Percy nimbly asked from where he walked behind Alrik.

"Are we going to win?" Alrik pondered the question for a moment, "The Ra Gada are known for their affinity to weapons, especially thier swordsmanship. This war will be a hard one to fight. While the Ra Gada have expert swordsmanship, we have a very diverse fighting force, that if we use it right could give us an advantage. But when you ask the question are we going to win? I cannot tell you that we will win. We will lose many Knights, our fellow Brothers-at-Arms. That will be a great loss. Do you understand what I am saying?"

"I think so," Percy hesitated for a moment before answering, "You're saying that even if we win and accomplish our goals we still have many losses. So basically, no one wins in a war." Alrik nodded and a bright smile came across Percy's face.

Not long, and they reached the docks they made their way through the crowd to the Third Dock and were met by fellow Knights of the Nine. "Sir Alrik Bearslayer of Skyrim, and this is my Squire, Percius Raxle of the Imperial City." The Knights nodded, and Alrik made his way onto the ship.

Largrath sighed, "I hope our horse is not being to hard on the people getting her on the transport." The cat purred, setting itself on his lap.

"And I hope we dont get sliced to bits when we get to our destination."