The Siege of Sentinel: Our Fate Is Ruled by Violence

Post » Fri May 27, 2011 12:50 pm

Word from the creator (ImmortalBlood):

This is an entirely new genre of RP which some have dubbed as "Siege". Not sure if this has been done before or if it has been done this way, but I'll explain how the flow of things will go so that this will be organized and enjoyable for everyone. The RP is centered around a siege and incorporates elements of battle, and adventure with a strong over tone of politics. This won't be a full head on charge for the enemy as some might assume and if you do this you'll find yourself destroyed fairly easily. One must also remember that what you are fighting for may not be so obvious from the start. Are you fighting to destroy the Empire's grasp on Hammerfell or are you using them to destroy the rival candidate of ruling the Redguards once the dust settles? Are you here to defend the Empire? Or to make sure your not so beloved sibling goes down with the Redguard resistance? In any case expect a lot of cloak and dagger type situations along with a high pitched and tactical battle.

Storyline: It is the 2nd Year of the 4th and the treaty of Anvil signed between the Empire and the Summerset Isle finally brings peace after over a year of bloodshed that has seen countless live lost at sea and on land. The terms were in favor of the Summerset, and the entire Valenwood Province was given to the, re-creating the Aldmeri Dominion.

With the majority of the Legions battered, the impetuous Redguards of Hammerfell erupted in rebellion seeing their chance at independence. This was motivated by what the Hammerfell population felt was alienation and indifference toward the newly expanding Iliac Bay Wars and heavy taxation. Chancellor Ocato managed to keep peaceful relations with the newly reborn Aldmeri Dominion allowing him to send most of the Legion forces to Hammerfell to crush the wild fire rebellions.



The plan was simple, drive a main force along the southern coastal cities while using naval support to re-supply. At the same time, the Nords were allowed to attack from the north east and did so in small raiding parties largely unorganized but enough to spread out the Redguards superior numbers. Within half a year, the Empire's Legions had recovered all of the Forebear cities who put up much less of a fight then the Crowns would have allowing the force to remain largely intact. The Legion perused the Redguards up the western coast toward Sentinel but before it could be reached the Redguards sprang their trap beating back the Legions to Chasetown with light casualties however.

A letter was sent to the Imperial City requesting for more troops. The "roaring" walls of Sentinel were fierce and fiery unnerving all but the most veteran and elite of the legion. The once mighty military arm of the Empire was weak and worn. The Elder Council had no readied forces to send.

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The dragon symbol of the Empire was adorned down the walls of the Elder Council chambers. Each seat was filled and a thick air of gravity made it hard for everyone to breath. Arguments went back and forth for hours on what should be done. Logistics were again and again repeated like unyielding love poetry recited to one's dear. What would be done, what could be done, was the wisdom of the Elder Council exhausted?

"But then how do we crush these rebels? We must crush them on their own ground lest they become even more arrogant and invade the whole of Colovia!"

"Non-sense, our Nord allies would not allow such a thing to befall upon the Empire. Calm yourself."

"You're an old senile fool if you think the Nords will side with us if an invading force attacked Cyrodiil itself. No one north of Bruma has appreciated our little peace keeping Legion we sent to defend the Redoran boarder. The entire Nordic province is a reckless bastion of raiding marauders, lawless mad men and.."

The rant was interrupted by another voice, a strong and confident voice. It was the voice of Claudius, a tall and broad man of Colovian stock.

"We must simply look to see who our allies are and what if any military force they hold. To the south we have the province of Elsweyr but with the Aldmeri Dominion as a whole on their western boarder, and their fleets to their south, they won't bother considering taking any of their own troops out of their garrison. To the north as we know the Nords have already been given the go ahead to raid the north east of Hammerfell in an attempt to thin the Redguard defenses. To the North West we have Queen Elysana of Wayrest who has just gained a peaceful treaty in her favor from Daggerfall and Orsinium. She would gladly accept the invitation to stake some claims on land owned by Sentinel and who would we be to deny her? Finally to the East, we have King Helseth of Morrowind who has friendly relations with both Aryon of Great House Telvanni and Andarys of Great House Dres."

Claudius paused for a moment allowing for his words to sink in but before he could begin again the voice of Ocato finally spoke across the room. It was no secret that Ocato and Claudius were not on friendly terms. Each one suspected the other of having political ambitions that were too arrogant for the other and that would prove disastrous for the Empire.

"And how do you propose we motivate the good King of Morrowind to move an entire army of his all the way across Tamriel to fight on a war which he has nothing to gain while his political rivals at home scheme in his absence?"

Ocato grinned, thinking he had just given the rebuttal to shut up Claudius for the rest of the meeting.

"We make him Emperor."

Ocato's grin was only outdone by Claudius's. The entire council erupted in gasps of shock followed by murmuring, conversing and noise.

"Preposterous!"

"It's the only hope of the Empire!"

"We'll have the entire city in rebellion by morning!"

"He has proven his loyalty to us!"

"SILENCE!"

Everyone fell quiet. Claudius couldn't stand most elves, especially arrogant haughty ones such as the Altmer, Ocato. He would rather see an Imperialized Dark Elf like Helseth be Emperor then Ocato.

"Perhaps you had some aspiration for the throne Ocato, perhaps your entire goal is to hand the Empire to your kin in the Aldmeri Dominion. You were awfully quick to give an entire province to them in exchange this vassalage you call peace! Our people are starving in the streets of Bravil and Skingrad paying taxes for your kind!"

Claudius was now yelling. The old council member by the name of Craterus stood up. He was known as a man of reason and balance, usually quiet and correct.

"Making Helseth like this Emperor would cause problems. But how do we get him to fight for us you ask. We need every ally we can get. It is no secret we need an Emperor. Our constant bickering is proof enough for me of such fact. Why not offer a challenge then, to prove the worth of each of these rulers. Whoever shall quell the rebellion in Hammerfell, shall rule the Empire!"




Getting Started:

When joining the RP you must keep in mind what faction you want to join. The main groupings are as following; The Legion which will be the main force, Wayrest headed by Queen Elysana, and lastly Helseth and his forces from Morrowind which will be mostly Hlaalu. On the other side of Sentinel's walls will be the Redguard forces made up of a composition of Crown and Forebear Redguards who for once are working together. The Hammerfell forces have the most flexibility in their character design of their general out of the five main "factions".

Next, ask yourself what ability you have in this RP. Can you be a full time player? I don't want to scare any people off by this question. Full time doesn't mean 24/7. But can you dedicate some time to posting at least say around five or so moderately lengthy posts? You must have some good ability at writing as well. In any case this RP does not move with these five essential components, Elysana, Helseth, Legion Commander (Ocato maybe?) and at least two faction leaders for the Sentinel forces. These are simply necessary for this to work. These are 1st Class character slots which are essential. If these get taken up and I somehow have an abundance of dedicated well writing people, more slots for this caliber will be opened depending on how things go.
Under these five main commanding characters the options are almost infinite. You can be a cavalry commander, a knight, archer, assassin, or mage whatever. You choose how involved you want to be. For example the Legions are going to have the Knights of the Nine involved in this siege. Perhaps you can take the role of the commander.

Lastly, you must understand the flow of this RP. It is the first of its kind as far as I am aware so I myself am not sure what will happen but this is what I am going for. It will revolve around Sentinel and prefer for people to stick around the area. The Legions will be head quartered in Chasetown, the Wayrest forces will be north east of Sentinel on the coast and Helseth will be somewhere in between. You must work together with your other allies to take over/repel your opponents. The Siege is at a stand still. The rebel forces are getting supplies by harbor, and the Empire's forces are also each getting supplies their own way. The Redguards can not leave Sentinel because they are out numbered, and the Empire can't just charge in because of the defenses of Sentinel. This is where the tactics come in. Bait your enemy, use espionage, sabotage, assassination, bribing, poisoning, steal and lie, do whatever you need to come out on top.
Think: Iliad.

Sentinel itself: Sentinel is a coastal province south of the Bay. It is the Capital of Hammerfell. Sentinel sits on the edge of the Iliac Bay. It is most definitely a merchant power, for it sits on a rocky run of hills, and the barren plains behind it offer no good soil before they run into the desert sands of the Alik'r. It borders Ayasofya in the east, Antiphyllos and Myrkwasa in the west. Its principal street is a vast marketplace stretching from the harbor all the way to the badlands gate. Sentinel Palace is the oldest and largest Redguard architectural monument, quickly built during the Ra Gada firestorm to ward against the Bretons and added to ever thereafter.

Along with this I will have Sentinel have a filtering system inside of the city itself, a new found Dwemer technology which I will describe to the ones who take the Redguard faction. As some of you may know Sentinel also has cannons fired by black powder. They will more or less be iron tubes placed on wooden platforms that shoot powerful but inaccurate shots.

Sentinel will have seventy-five of them to be placed as the Redguard faction leaders wish.

The Legions will have 20 Trebuchets, 15 Ballistae, 5 Mangonels.

The Wayrest forces will have 10 Catapults, 5 Trebuchets.

The Morrowind forces of Helseth will have 20 Ballistae, 10 Managonels.



Relationship between the allied factions: As you may well know, Helseth and Elysana loathe each other. The succession of either one of them as ruler of the Empire will mean the death of the other. They will not openly attack each other doing so would mean the death of the entire operation. Though both Elysana and Helseth will have much smaller forces then the Legion numbers, they are required to take over Sentinel. Perhaps a wise Redguard general can figure out how to cause a bit rift between the enemy and charge against them amongst the chaos? On top of this Ocato has also joined this siege with the Legions with his Imperial Battlemages, wanting to show his worth in the eyes of the council and be made Emperor.
Likewise the two Redguard faction leaders will not see eye to eye either. One being a Crown, the other a Forebear, about the only thing they can agree is that they need to win this siege. If one where to somehow cause a civil war within Sentinel, one would save many lives that would other wise be spent taking the walls.

Some basic rules:

I was surprised that I would have to post this, but others insisted it would be a good idea.

1. Use good grammar and spelling. Type your post up in Word if you don't think you can do it. Everyone makes mistakes so I don't have anything against people who aren't good at the language. English isnt my first language either, but not using precautions such as Word shows you really don't care. Make your posts lengthy and descriptive. Even if it is just a boring conversation, describe, describe, describe!

2. Expect to die! Make more then one character. You may be assassinated, stabbed, beaten, drown, buried alive, mauled by scamps or blown up. Or you might just be unlucky and catch an arrow in your throat. Regardless you aren't invincible and I will call you on it if it happens. I'm not against powerful characters, that isn't an issue, but do it because you know how to do it. Don't RP a master mage if you can't write about it in depth and with skill. "Shoots a major fire ball that kills everyone." Doesn't make you a good mage. It makes you a chump and you will be booted. Like wise don't RP and awesome archer if you don't know some basics for archery. The same goes for melee combat.

3. I don't care of you have romance! Just don't get lewd with it. Yes I don't care if you RP six as long as you are tactful about it. I don't care it doesn't bother me, and if it bothers people they can just skip over it. Just don't obsess over it, make sure it has a point to the storyline and isn't "stupid."

4. When fighting you almost NEVER write the outcome of your opponent. You don't write "Shoots a volley of arrows and kills all of the cavalry." You would just write that you shot the volley. Like wise if the person who is RPing the cavalry MUST reply to the attack. I've seen a lot of instances were the other guy just ignores what just happened. I was lax in Holy Wars concerning this situation, I won't be in this. You write in the affect of your enemy's attack, or I let them do it. And if they do, by some miracle all of the arrows will kill all of your cavalry.

5. Do NOT be all knowing. It's just stupid when you have a guy in the RP that just seems to be able to guess everything. RP your character unknowing of something if he really doesn't know even if it means his/her death



All characters will be PMed to me(Immortal Blood). Your main character needs a character sheet. You can have many others without it. I don't really care. Your faction needs a sheet as well which I will discuss with you via PM. Name the PM "Character Sheet ______" whoever your character is and for the faction it is "Faction Sheet______"


Character sheet:

Name:

Race: (Use Lore sense.)

Age: (Use Lore sense.)

Birthsign:

Physical Description: (Describe your character, not his/her clothes and armor. Clothes can change.)

History:

Weapons:

Armor:

Misc. Items: (Enchanted Rings, necklaces)

Companions: (Do you have a servant or body guard hanging around like an NPC or a secondary character?)

Faction Sheet:

Faction Name: (Wayrest, Legion, Helseth's Forces, Redguard Forebears, Redguard Crowns.)

Rank: (King, Cavalry Commander, Spearman, Peasant Archer's etc)

The rest will be a back and forth discussion. Say you are given 1000 troops. Out of that 1000 you then reply to me what kind of troops you want. For example: (feel free to use any of these btw)

Nibenay peasant archer levies (300): Archers drawn from the Colovian peasantry trained in use of a bow. They wear a mixture of iron chain-mail and padded armor and are armed with an iron dagger for melee.

Colovian Heavy Cavalry (550): Steel plated Knights mounted on armored horses ride into battle with lances and maces. They have a powerful charge against most infantry but are to avoid spear and pike units.

Nordic Marauders (150): Hardy and fierce warriors from Skyrim who fight for gold and plunder. These brave warriors are usually armed with steel claymores or axes with wooden round shields. They are usually armored in chain-mail and leather armors.

And of course numbers would be higher and you can get very descriptive. You are also to keep track of your own forces. I will also keep track of some people incase they accidentally make a mistake.



Last but not least, I've always been a fan of the Daedra artifacts in the Elder Scroll Series. If you want one, tell me so and which one and see if you can come up with a story behind it for your character. I won't allow some artifacts and I may pick someone else for you if I see that the storyline would better from them having the artifact instead of you. It isn't that you may be a bad choice, but that the other person may have a better role for it.


Cast of Characters

Geraldduval:

Septimus Aquila - Nord. Knight Commander of the Imperial Legion and second in command to Quintus Cinncinatus. Known for being sickly thin, weak, difficult to deal with, dirty and a hopeless alcoholic.

Jean Molyneaux - Breton. Long dead, an apparition from Aquila's past that both aides and torments the drunken nord.

Centurion Lucius Varo - Imperial. Aquila's right hand man and adjutant. Born to the army and completely decensitized to violence and cruelty. known for being harsh in the treatment of friend and foe alike. Carries a fine Ra'gada dai-katana, taken from the Ansei Raza after a rescue attempt.

Centurion Titus - Imperial. Primary Centurion and adjutant in the tenth legion. Has a pleasant demeanor, and is ultimately, rather slow witted. He carries the Rose of the Alik'r, taken from the Elden Yokeda Haroun during a fight in the trenches.

Quintus Cinncinatus - Imperial. Knight of the Garland and overall Imperial Commander of the siege. Known to be ruthless in suppression of the rebellion and treatment of rebel civilians. Overall a rather stuffy and tedious man.

Rianorix the bastard/Decius Marcellinus/Alecto - Nord/Imperial. Spy master inside sentinel itself. A very religeous and pious man with a short temper and astoundingly violent demeanour.

Arcturus Ceanarel - Imperial. A cynical and bitter old legionnaire now in charge of a detachment of engineers.

Kewan - Redguard. Self proclamed Prince of Hegathe. Previously served as the mediocre imperial Govorner of the same town. Overall known to be power hungry, indecisive, and greedy



Webster52204:

Marietta Cillena - Centurion Battlemage of the Legion, given command of a small force of battlemages. Serves under any lord that she is required to, currently Christopher Montrose. Known for her business-like demeanor in battle, loyalty, and her prowess with the magical arts.



Lord_Tidus:

Bomilkar Barca - Redguard. The hot tempered and some tome irrational leader of the largest and most powerful desert tribe in Hammerfell. Coming from a long line of Kahns and Warriors, allied to the old Forbearer way of life, Bomilkar is a master of desert tactics and a skilled warrior who has been at war for most of his life. While he can be hot tempered and unreasonable at times, the hard faced and strong spirited Kahn has a strong passion for honor and loyalty, to his tribe, his country, his King, and most importantly, his family. Underneath the bitter warrior, lies a soft hearted man who's out facade only hides his true self, a man of great passion internal turmoil that has plauged him ever since his military service in the legion at a young age.

Roxanna Barca - Redguard. The hot, fiery and sometimes, tomboy, is a beautiful desert princess who knows how to handle her own in a fight if needed, but prefers the finer and softer things in life. While not spoiled, she does enjoy being lavished upon, and like her brother, holds deep and strong morals about loyalty and honor, as well as service to her family. Recently, she was engaged to the Elden Yokeda, Hauron, gaining great social stature among the people of Sentinel, and hopefully the whole of Hammerfell.




Squidmasher:

Swims-in-Shadows- An Argonian scout in Helseth's army. Possesses a vibrating gauntlet capable of destroying ships, buildings, and people.




Crazyjoker:

Christopher Montrose - Breton. Most anyone who has been around this knight for any times knows he is a proud man that values honor, courage, and other knighty values above all else.

Priscilla Declaire - Breton. A beautiful, young women and lover to Christopher. She is often very courteous and ladylike, and most that know her knows that she has a hard time when it comes to fighting.

Ra'Kava - Cathay-raht. A loyal and most trusted friend of Christopher. For the most part he is friendly and strives to do what he considers right, but unlike Christopher, he see's the world in shades of grey instead of just black and white.

Phillip Gemain - Breton. Another loyal and trusted friend of Christopher's, and also his second in command of the order Knights of the Owl. He also values honor and courage like Christopher, and is very obedient no matter what the orders. He is a older veteran that has seen more then his share of battles.

Darius Hawker - Redguard. A crime boss that considers himself a man of the people. For the most part friendly, although he cant get mad rather quickly if he feels he has been wronged. He looks at the world in shades of grey also. He's very opportunistic and proud.

Adren - Redguard. The bodyguard of Darius, he is very proud and loyal.

Do'Raku/ Khajit ( Cathay-raht )/ The brother of Ra'Kava, he is a fierce and cruel. Most others also say he is very methodical, calculating, and cool headed in fight.

Aladril - Bosmer. The lead spy of Darius, little is known about him. He is rarely seen, even in the warehouse. He spends most of his time in the city, stalking through the shadows gathering info.

Cecil Velain - Breton. Like Aladril, this necromancer is rarely seen so very little is known about him. He spends most of his time in the back in his chambers working on his creations for his new lord.


FC4:
The Band of Bastards, BB

Once six, now five, the BB is a band of mercenaries that seem to have nothing in common accept being outcasts. Little known by any except the middle and lower classes of Tamriel. Often referred to as a circus. Hukral is a giant of a Nord at seven feet, Wikrun is a Telvanni rogue, Jassan is a four foot nine inch bosmeri thief with too many knives, Marsha is a gypsy-dressed Redguard witch with a naginata and a few secrets, and Ree'Ja is a skooma loving Khajiit with claws that are in need of trimming. As individuals they are not well known, their renown rising from their work in the BB. They are like a dysfunctional family; highly dysfunctional.

Helseth, King of Morrowind - Queen Elysana's brother and contestant for the Throne of the Empire, Helseth is the son of Barenziah. Sly, paranoid, and ruthless, it can be at times hard to read his face and at others simple. Shrewd diplomat and decent war general, he is all around a guy you wouldn't want to mess with often unless you had an ace up your sleeve. In which case, he would likely have his own ace to negate yours.


Storyteller:

Haroun Ashir- King of the Ra Gada. Known for his aptitude in the sciences and combat, appetite for women, and wild temper. It is no secret he harbors no factional prejudice, and follows all 58 tenants of Ra gada honor.

Raza-Bodyguard of the Elden Yokeda (Redguard King), is a second level Ansei and cold blooded. Known for never showing his emotions and keeping a poker face on at all times. Fabled to have a cruel bloodlust in war.

Felix Yotumba- Head of the largest Order of Swordsingers in Hammerfell, the Order of Leki. Known to be hesitant in matters that would compromise Ra Gada honor, but valiant when the order is finally given. Works as a second in command under the Lord Defender of Sentinel.

Kira- An old lover of Haroun who she has befriended since childhood. Although her past ties with the Royal family are unknown, it is known that she was born a Forebear and is now one of the most famed Smugglers in Tamriel, and legendary across the Iilac. She has a fiery attitude and loves all things a girl shouldn't in life. Tobacco, hard liquor, and of course the weight of coin.

Aziel- Perhaps the most famous of all Ansei in Hammerfell, Aziel is a young Prodigy of the Order of Leki. Known to be warm blooded and compassionate he has won in over eighty duels, and is the only known Ansei alive to have split his soul, effectively creating two shehais.

Jiann, Tiger of the Alik'r- Jiann is a ferocious, hot tempered brother of Aziel. Constantly angry, and known to be aggressive to any who he deems insulting.

"It"- An extremely eery and fearsome monster in the employ of the Order of Leki. Not much is known, except that it attacks anything that makes noise and gives loud, horrid shrieks.

Grim Hage- mad inventor in the employ of Sentinel and King Haroun. Hails from the line that created Sentinel's cannons, and known to have a horrible sense of humor that only he finds enjoyable. Old, irritable, and a tad insane.

Captain Kizaam- Brother to Kira, and Captain of the Sentinel Militia. Known to be a mediocre fighter, brave, and loyal to his city...he also harbors alcoholic tendencies.

Agnetha- Lady in waiting to Lady Roxanna of the Barca tribe. Kind, gentle, and soft spoken. Known for an open mind and practical look on six, alcohol, and proper luxuries required of the Royalty. She has proven herself a good friend and listener to many of the Crown women of Sentinel.

Mansel of the Shagun- Mansel is an elusive Spymaster. Usually harboring the colors of whatever room he is in, Mansel is known to be calm, collected, and calculating. His habits and vices are well kept secrets.


Lord Magiku:

Sadryn Heleran: Knight Brother of House Hlaalu, A middle-aged (for Dunmer) soldier, skilled at war tactics, who earned his ranks with a blade and intuition. Tends to be weary cautious of combat. Fiercly loyal to King Helseth Hlaalu, due to an undiscclosed (and will probably stay that way) incident between the two, basically Helseth saved him from political exile. Wears elite bonemold armour, and has an ebony lonsword and silver dagger.

Edril Othrelos:Kinsman of House Hlaalu, Young upstart dunmer male born from a noble house, has done small missions, but is serving with his mentor, Sadryn Heleran, as a squire and companion. Wears bonemold, uses shield and sword. Not much to be said about him, really.


Summart of Events

Week 1:
-High King Thassad III, official title the Elden Yokeda arrives with his army to Sentinel. Thassad having foreseen victory by using the city, orders the rest of the forces loyal to Hammerfell to join him. High Priest Rupatago welcomes the Elden Yokeda to Sentinel with open arms.

- Prince Haroun, son Thassad III arrives with a large fleet of ships, carrying six thousand of his warriors. Amongst them is an ancient order of Swordsingers.

-Pair of two mysterious Killers annihilate Government officials and townsfolk under mysterious circumstances, murders are left unsolved.

- Pelius Decimus Supreme Commander of the Imperial Legion is reinforced with a small force of Engineers led by a frail, but tact Genius, Septimus Aquilla. Aquilla seeing that unconventional methods of defense must be taken, orders his men to create a network of trenches and advises the other Legion commanders to do the same.

-Eager Nord Raiders send ships containing hundreds of men to raid Sentinel docks. but are completely decimated, this attack leaving Sentinel's docks damaged. Thassad himself entered battle personally with fifty men at his side, winning and gaining more love and admiration from the heavily inspired people.

-Thassad claims son Haroun, Defender of Sentinel, and all preperations against the enemy forces are conducted by him following this event.

-Both Sentinel and her enemies prepare for the bloody conflicts to ensue.

-All legion forces entrench themselves close enough to Sentinel with non-stop work in one night, appearing as if out of thin air to the city, who is left in awe and quite intimidated.

Week 2:
-Artillery is exchanged as well as sorties to each others positions, both ending in failure. Imperial's take remarkebly more casualties through the exchange due to a violent sandstorm hampering their equipments progress, Sentinel Cannons go unhindered.

-Nord Commander meets with Prince Haroun, secret truce is declared, and Nords agree to leave Sentinel alone in exchange for prisoners.

-Nord Raiders attack Dunmer camp, the battle being short and bloody, results in a loss on the Raider's side.

-Nords take a few days off, choosing to raid the heavily defended Wayrest camp. This battle results in the entire force sent out to be completely eliminated, down to the last man. A staggering loss.

-Septimus Aquilla's forces capture a wagon headed towards Sentinel full of Black Powder, the substance that Sentinel uses to fire their cannons.

-Septimus orders fireworks to be researched and constructed in hopes of creating a new devestating weapon for the siege.

-A small squad of Argonian soldiers under Morrowind rule are given a siege device by Telvanni Arch Magister Aryon, device is then used to take down many ships delivering cargo to Sentinel.

Week 3:
- Jarvo of Wayrest, a Bastard Son of the Queen, and commander of the Wayrest forces insults Bomlikar Barka, and is killed in a swift blow by the Khan. Wayrest command is given to Lord Leopold of Wayrest.

- High Priest Rupatago is assassinated

-Great Khan of the Hammerfell Tribe Barca arrives to aid Sentinel, 15,000 combatants join the besieged city.

- A massive armada arrives, bombarding Sentinel's North Wall. Fire is exchanged. In the same moment, fireworks containing daggers, shrapnel and other dangerous projectiles are unleashed against the Sentinel South wall, forcing Gunmen to retreat under cover. Imperials do not miss a heartbeat and attempt to scale the city walls.

- Imperial Attack was beat back, though it cost the Nord allies dearly.

- Imperials fall back to Chasetown, while few battered remains hold the trenches.

- Carlo, Faction Leader of the Forbearers is assassinated by a lone assassin, planting evidence to blame the Crowns, chaos begins to ensue.

-Xerxes, son of Carlo and inherited leader of Forebears insults the Elden Yokeda, in an attempt to save chances of peace, Bomlikar of Clan Barca chooses to adopt the Forebear youth. In doing so the Khan begins to ponder on offering his sister's hand in marriage to the Prince of Sentinel

-Septimus Aquilla, prodigous tactician, and Knight Errant of the Legion is publicly punished for his tactical withdrawl, in an effort to appease the Legions of the dishonor, seeing his necessary use however, leads General Cincinattus to promote him soon after and restation him back to the frontlines.

-An Ansei is found murdered in the streets

-All 500 captured Legionares besides Centurion Lucius Varo escape the City of Sentinel, the Ra Gada are unaware as of yet

- Septimus Aquilla orders Chasetown and his own trenches to be scouted out for spys

-A massive Dwemer mechanized weapon is recommisioned to be used as a weapon against the Legions in the Sentinel War Effort

- Wayrest goes through political trouble, conventional forces withdraw back to High Rock, new alliance assembles armies and recommisioned to Hammerfell

-Aryon Telvanni, arch magister of the Great House Telvanni defects from Helseth and joins the court of Sentinel as a wise advisor to Prince Haroun, his true motives have supposedly been stated, but caution envelopes the eccentric Telvanni, and few in the court remain uneasy.

-The Elden Yokeda, Thassad III is assassinated by a mysterious Dunmer fitting description of several magistrate reports, although the murder has not yet been reported, a staggering blow to the people of Sentinel has been made.

- Under the Leadership of Haroun, son of Thassad funeral arrangements are made as well as a marriage that would unite both the houses of Haroun and Bomlikar, bringing Crowns and Forebears closer to unity.

-Nocturnal blockade run made by Sentinel forces, transport ships carrying thousands of soldiers slip by with the help of a new terrifying Redguard weapon, the Thunder shot.

-Thunder shot blasted on Legion trenches, Ra Gada sally for a quick strike on the Imperial entrenchment wearing down the limited Imperial forces. Casualties were heavy for both parties involved, Allies come to rescue legion in rare moment of war time bravado.

Week 4:
-in the remains of the massive Dwemer Construct, Azura's star is found by the Kahjiit Ree'ja who takes it away and hides it.

-Just after being wounded in the shoulder by a stray arrow, the Hoon Ding manifests itself in Prince Haroun, Elden Yokuda and Ansei

-Swims-in-Shadows enters the service of Serosi, who promises him protection, entrance into Sentinel and to repair his gauntlet.

-Brodr is dismissed from the Nordic army by Duke Olaf who is enraged by the losses taken in the nights action.

-The Band of Bastards begins to split apart as Marsha blames a distraught Hukral for the death of Chris. They remain civil long enough to hold a funeral for Christopher Morris

-Do'raku, strongman for Smuggler Darius Hawker finds out about his lost brother's presence in the besieging army. He becomes determined to hunt down and kill Ra'Kava

-Septimus Aquila, upon seeing the crucified bodies of his soldiers swears a blood feud against the armies of Sentinel. No quarter will be give and none will be received between the Legions and the rebels. Hector and Kilak lead a party under white flag to recover their dead from the Imperial trenches. Enraged by the crucifixions, Aquila refuses. After an exchange of insults and condemnations, Hector challenges Centurion Lucius Varo to a fight. The legionnaires, after seeing Hector attack Varo, take that as a signal of violence and fire a massive volley of crossbow bolts, killing most of the redguards. Before his death however, Kilak fires an arrow that grievously wounds Septimus in the head, leaving him on the brink of death. After a long and brutal fight, Hector is left dead, and Varo is incapacitated

-Ka'Ruzah, an Orsimeri spy and assassin enter Sentinel

-Kewan, Imperial governor of Hegathe summons the governors of Sunkeep and Dragon grove to his city, in secret to discuss future plans. These plans are later revealed to be an open rebellion against the Empire. Inside the city, it is a chaos filled bloodbath.

-Guillaume Molyneaux, retainer of Duke Aphren Hunter adopts Sylas, the half-brother of Prince Haroun

-Elden Yokuda Haroun summons the Great Council to discuss matters. He reveals that he will marry Roxanna Barca, in order to unite the two houses, and hopefully heal the divinde between Crown and Forebear. Unwilling to hear desent, Haroun orders the death of Councilman Marcus. He is supported in this decision by Hanno, who temporarily is assigned to speak for the Forebears.

-5,000 Sailors taken from the Imperial navy ships arrive in the Legions trenches to request supplies. They are immediately pressed into land service by the army.

-Duke Menevia, his mind still unsure as to which side to ally with, rides to sentinel, seeking an audience with Haroun.

-Short on money, The legions are ordered to terminate all mercenary contracts, sending the BB to seek employment from High Rock

-A mysterious spy named Mordereth enters Sentinel

-Imperial Forces under the command of Captain Martin Foxx abandon Chasetown after killing all it's inhabitants and burning the city to the ground

-Commander Quintus Cinncinatus arrives in the trenches, and takes charge before riding to sentinel and seeking an audience with Haroun.

-Ree'ja turns Azura's star over to Serosi after threats and insults.

-Bolmikar's army finally lands south of Hegathe. The Kahn and a small detachment march to the city, only to b fired upon in the confusion.

-Javier, a bandit and freedom fighter rides towards Hegathe, hoping to join in the rebellion

Week 5:
-A gate of the outer Sentinel Wall is blown open

-Legion leaves trenches

-Breton Knights raid villages

-Helseth and Morrowind march, joined by Heleran and Hlaalu

-A Breton comes to Sentinel to discuss peace

Week 6:
-Dunmeri Forces attack and capture Lainlyn

-Serosi and Swims defeat an assassination attempt

-Large fight between KoTN, Breton forces and Ra' Gada forces.

-Necromancers seek to help Imperial Legion

-Septimus Aquila imprisioned

-Anticleritan army surrendures to Ra'Gada


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--The Orange lines are the main roads leading through the city, the dark blue lines are city aquaducts and the green patches are city gardens.


Districts- The Great City of Sentinel is the Jewel of Hammefell, and Second Capital of the Provence. The city itself is massive and diverse, with people coming from all over to see the sights such as the Great Bazaar, the famous Sentinel Theater, the Great Temple devoted to the Yokudan Pantheon or the Sentinel Palace, home of the Elden Yokeda. These sights are just a few that Sentinel has to offer, with its marvelous and complex infrastructure and its unique and beautiful architecture, making it one of Nirn's most precious assets, if not the most, given the current state of the Imperial City under a decaying Imperial Regime.

The City is divided up into Eight Districts, each one, unique in its own way and very important to the social structure of the city, and especially its defense.

Poor District
Middle District
Rich District
Palace District (Which includes the Great Bazaar)
Temple District
Docks
Forbearer District
Crown District

City Loyalists - The city itself, like most other cities of Hammerfell, is more of a city state then anything, only different in the fact that its the current seat of the Elden Yokeda. This said, the city is largely made up of loyalists who pledge their allegiance to the city, and its ruler, who just so happens to be a Crown, and Elden Yokeda. None the less, the people of the city hold no specific allegiance to either Forbearer or Crown, and while their are those who support the two sides, most of them remain neutral of sorts, which is why each faction was given their own district within the city, preventing any sort of perceived favoritism among the people, and adverting conflict by seperating the Crowns from the Forbearer's.

The Poor District

The Poor District is where societies unfortunate live out their days. This district is attached to the main Sentinel Gate, and while its not the most beautiful district of the city, it gives visitors the impression of how diverse the city truly is. The Poor District also serves as the cities Foreign Quarter, along with the Middle District for the more wealthier travelers, where people all over the world usually stay when visiting the city, as the other portions of the city are off limits to the rest of the world. This was just recently instated, due to the fact of the war, and the possibility that someone could use information gathered by visiting the other districts to bring ruin to the city.

The Middle District

The Middle District is the first thing a traveler would come to if entering the city from the north, and better represents Sentinels interests abroad, as the merchant princes make their homes in this district. The district is large, and not as heavily populated as the Poor District, which in fact has the largest number of people living in it, compared to the other districts, but the Middle District has the second largest population, off setting the possible bad impression people get from entering the Poor District. The merchants and traders of the city make their home here, along with the middle class sect of society, giving the district its name. As one might guess, the district is a large improvement, visually, from the Poor District, and is perhaps the most active portion of the city, aside from the Great Bazaar in the Palace District, making it the friendliest and most 'cultured' section of the city.

The Rich District

The Rich District shows the lavish life the richest of the richest of Sentinel live. This district is the most visualy stunning, and not surprisingly, the least populated. Unlike the other districts, the Rich district is marked by large manors of the nobles, the streets are wider, cleaner, and not as active as the others. The rich tend to stick to their manors, throwing lavish parties for each other and living the way their money has bought them, as kings. The most notable structure in the Rich District is the Great Sentinel Theater, a lavish and extravagant building where the great performers of Sentinel put on the most famous morality plays, famed through out Nirn.

The Palace District

The Palace District is the most busy and famous of all the districts. This is the commercial center of the city, where the Great Bazaar surrounds the palace that looms overhead. Here is where anything and everything can be found, if you need it, look no further than the Sentinel Bazaar. This sec. of the city remains the most popular of all, where people mengel and meet, sell and barter, where everything short of a mans soul can be bought or sold.

The Temple District

The Temple district is the religious center of Sentinel and the least busy. Here the Great Pantheon looms over the lush and beautiful gardens that surround it. Perhapses the most well guarded sect. of the city, only Ansei, monks, religious orders of the city, and of course the privileged can enter its walls. Inside the District walls lies the cities food stores, a massive granary that can only be accessed by those charged by the Elden Yokeda.

The Docks

The Docks of Sentinel remain a bustling place, day and night. Home of the Great Sentinel fleet, the cities warships can be seen floating out in the Harbor or in their berths while merchant ships sail in and out, loading and unloading. Here, the smell of fish is strong and the salty air of the sea hangs over everything. As of recent, the docks have become more and more active, as its the current base of operations for the war effort under the Kahn, Bomilkar Barca of the Aliki'r and his army of fifteen thousand men. None the less, food and supplies regularly run in and out of the docks and into the city, making it easy to get lost in the confusion.

The Forbearer District

The Forbearer district is, as the name implies, very faction specific. Here, the open loyalists of the Forbearer's live out their lives, separated from most of the others in the city so they can live their lives out with their fellows. This by no means means that they aren't allowed to venture out into the city, it simply implies that they have their own spot in the city in which they can be with those of their own kind. Notable building in this district are the mansions of the rich and the Forbearer Beuro, which also acts as a palace for the current leader of the Forbearer faction leader, located in the Western Corner of the District.

The Crown District

The Crown District, like the Forbearer District, is very faction specific. Notable buildings in the area are the rich manors and the Crown Beuro. Its noticeable that the Crowns district is much more lavish and well designed than the Forbearer District, mainly because of their allegiance and the fact that they are richer than the Forbearer's, having more nobles then anything in the city, or richer merchants.

Aqueducts (Dark Blue Lines on the map)

Sentinel has one of the largest and most sophisticated aqueduct systems on Nirn, which run through the entire city, delivering fresh drinking water to the citizens, filtering out the salt water from the sea and purifying it for drinking. These large structures dominate every district in the city, and are vital for the cities survival.

Defenses and Black Powder

Sentinel has many factors that prevent it from falling to attackers. For one, its high walls are a testimate to its greatness, dominating the badlands that surround the city and is all that needs to be seen to drive off most would0be attackers. Second, its brave men of the Sentinel Army, though most of which are militia, they are all that is needed to fire volley after volley of arrows at anyone foolish to attempt a frontal assault. finally, and perhaps the most famous and deadly of the cities defenses is what gives the 'Roaring Walls' their name, the black powder 'cannons'.

Black Powder

This is a mysterious substance that is developed by the great Sentinel alchemists. Its ingredients are unknown to most, which is key to keeping the Roaring Walls of Sentinel a secret. Even during the Imperial occupation, the secret remained well hidden from the Imperials, even as they began to exploit the province and its natural secrets. The Black Powder is the substance used that powered Sentinels great Cannons, mounted on their wall's and naval ships. These unique weapons launch large balls made of iron and other materials at high speeds, propelled by the Black Powder which is highly flammable and is used as the driving force used to propel these 'cannon balls'.


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Name: Swims-In-Shadows

Race: Argonian

Age: 20

Birthsign: The Tower

Physical Description: Swims-in-Shadows is a few inches short of six feet. He isn't particularly muscular or fat, so his weight is what you would expect for an Argonian of his height. His face is green on the cheeks and tannish-grey on the rest. Two short ram-like horns portrude from the top of his head.

History: Swims-in-Shadows was born in the northern part of Black Marsh, where he spent his childhood. When he reached age 16, he left his home and decided to move to Leyawiin with just a few sets of clothes, an old bow, and about 14 arrows. However, shortly after showing up in Leyawiin, he heard rumors of Argonian immigrants being tortured by Countess Alessia Caro, and fled back to his home in the Black Marsh. He showed up in his village, only to find in partially destroyed. When he asked the first person he met what happened, he found out that the village was raided by Dunmer slavers, and that his family was taken to Morrowind. Swims-in-Shadows traveled to Morrowind in search of his family. However, he had no idea where they might have been, and so he spent about three months in a fruitless search, only barely escaping from the numerous attempts to capture and enslave him. After three months of searching southern Morrowind for his family, King Helseth abolished slavery. Although never finding his family, Swims-in-Shadows believes that they are now living happy and free lives, and so is very grateful to King Helseth. As a result, he joined Helseth's army as an archer.

Weapons: A crossbow, and an enchanted dagger that absorbs the health of those it strikes (Swims isn't aware of that yet). 4 darts, a small vial of poison, and 4 bolts enchanted to drain strength.

Armor: Black boiled netch leather armor, but no helmet. The horns on Swims-in-Shadows's head make helmets very uncomfortable for him.

Misc. Items: A special ring and a magic glass gauntlet created by Master Aryon. When the ring is activated, and the gauntlet touches an object, the object vibrates violently, which could cause severe damage to it.

Companions: None

Faction Sheet

Faction Name: Helseth's Forces

Rank: Argonian Scout

Troops:

Argonian Marsh Scouts (0): These aquatic combat specialists act primarily as scouts for King Helseth's army, along with Swims-in-Shadows. They are equipped with boiled netch leather armor, bows, arrows, spears, and daggers.


Sunbird

Swims-in-Shadows watched in awe as the gigantic undead monstrosity brought Michelle to the top of the tower. She doesn't seem to know anything about remaining hidden. Isn't it generally a bad idea to summon a huge undead abomination in the middle of a hostile area? She says I need to be more careful? I'd accept that from anyone but her. I may have messed up the ladder, but she summoned that... Thing. And Swimmy isn't my name. Swims briefly entertained the possibility of throwing the infuriating necromancer off the side of the tower. She's certainly ligh t enough. Would I even have to use both hands? Only if I wanted to make it exceedingly painful. He watched with great amusemant as Serosi pulled off Michelle's shoes, but the hilarity of the situation quickly faded as the Dunmer handed him the shoes. Swims was tempted to use the gauntlet on them, but thought better of it. It would be a petty and foolish move that accomplished nothing save for making Michelle angry, something he didn't want at the moment. Michelle turned and apologized to him, but Swims would be lying if he said that the apology meant anything to him. Insincerity. Can't expect more from one as stupid as that.

"Give them here. I'm barely weighed down and you're carrying loads. You'll be severely disadvantaged in fight." he heard Mercury say. What she said was quite true. The impractical shoes served only to take up one of his free hands, and he already had to deal with the sack of metal over his shoulder.

"Thanks." said Swims, handing the red heels to Mercury.
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 5:43 am

Hegathe
"I said Purple robes you damned fool! Purple! Not red!" Kewan shouted angrily at the servants that had brought in the ornate and flowing garments. The redguard Governor wrinkled up his nose as if he could smell filth on the gorgeous red silk robes.

"I'm sorry my lord, but there is no purple fabric in the city. It's an imposibility." Stammered the tailor. He shook with fear, and Kewan's household guard smiled at his humiliation.

"Then send for some! Get it from Dragon Grove!" Kewan shouted before turning away, thus ending the matter. Instead his eyes turned to the pile of papers on his desk, Wax seals and silk ribbon sprouted form under the parchment like mushrooms after a spring rain. He sighed. It all had to be done. Or did it...

"Have all the important members of Hegathe meet me in the courtyard. Tell them that I am looking for public officials. All will be paid and paid well. Tell them I'll meet them in an hour."

Imperial Legion, Gemina Column
Centurion Titus was awake even though much of the legion was sleeping. The column had been halted for a short rest before continuing, and men slept where they fell, leaving the valley looking like the site of a ghastly massacre. Instead of resting Titus was staring at the beautiful Rose of the Alik'r. Of course he didn't know that was the name of the sword but it made no difference. He still appreciated it's beauty. He took a few practice swings, an the steel sang as it cut through the air. Suddenly his eyes flicked right, and he tensed. The blade flew, flashing in the moonlight and he turned to strike at his unsuspecting target.

"HOOOOWWAAAAAA!" He shouted, slashing the sword through the night air to slash a bamboo stalk in half. The centurion continued to swing through the air, kicking his foot out in a mocking imitation of the redguard's martial arts. "HiiiiiiiiYAAAA!" His fist flashed out to smack into the frayed end of the cut bamboo, slicing his knuckles and drawing blood.

He shouted in surprise and alarm, dropping the sword to jump around, and svck on his wound. There were some muffled laughs from legionaries who had been watching as they rested. One of them slowly stood, arms extended over his head, with a dirty and frayed pair of trousers on his head. The legs of the pants were wrapped around his face to look like a turban.

"Oh foolish legionaire, slave of cyrodiil...I am the mighty WHOOOOOOODDDDOOOOOOOONNNNNNGGGGG!" The man rushed at titus, his arms and legs flailing like an Ansei in trapped in the midst of a siezure. "HAAA!!!! YAAAA HOOOOAAAHHHH!" He rushed the centurion, and dove to tackle him.

"I take your whoodong and raise you the Dragon god! For I am AKATOSH! ROOOOOAAAAARRR!" Another legionaire jumped up, to sprint over and spear whodong before he could reach Titus, who was now doubled over in laughter.Hoonding and Akatosh crashed through several stalks of stray bamboo to fall with a heavy thud in a ditch. They began to wrestle and grapple, each doing their best to pin the other man to the ground. Other soldiers were waking to the mock battle of the gods, and began to prepare their own costumes and god powers.

A Medic, Iulus Geta form Anvil had taken several lengths of long linen bandages and made himself a headband who's tails reached down to his ankles. He jumped into the struggle shouting that he was 'Prince Haround del ansei ro kanun dei tava go raoka'. Centurion Epidius, from Skingrad had wrapped his cloak about his body and screamed like a girl, flailing limp wristed at the fake Prince Haroun that Dibella would curse his harem and fill it with only the most muscular of orcish virgins.

Others of Gemina were laughing, glad to have a diversion and glad to relieve some of the stress of the campaign. In the dark of the valley, on the road leading to Vulnim Gate, the men of Legio Gemina were shedding their identities as battle hardened legionaires, to become what they were...an army of eighteen to twenty year old kids.

They were playing.

Lainlyn pass, Abandoned Imperial Earthworks
Jarkko Koskinen scratched at his beard. He could hear his men breathing inside the close confines of the trench. Wind blew hollow and eerie in the area where the Lainlyn-Sentinel Road carved it's way through the Dragontail Mountains. He stood on the firestep of the trench, his thumb working up and down the grain of the wood on his spanned crossbow. He could hear a wild dog bark off in the distance, and the night birds give their strange calls. behind him, in the dark of a dugout, tin clanked against tin as one of his men was sorting through trash left behind by the retreating Legion.

They had seen several men approach the earthworks and examine it before leaving. Redguard scouts most likely. It had been only after that that Jarkko's Patrol of twenty-five men had moved into the empty fort. They would be coming back anytime now... He squinted in the darkness, refusing to use the nighteye and detect life spells that many of his men were now using. He was saving his magicka for the fight that would doubtless happen. His men were inside the trenches that stretched clear across the mountain pass, the only route from Sentinel to Lainlyn. The Imperials had built their lines at the narrowest part of the pass, where it was only seventy-five yards wide. Off in the distance, a red-yellow glow lit the sky in a dull half-circle of light, pointing out with clarity where the enemy had made it's campfires. The beast was out there, and it was hungry tonight.

There would be someone coming soon.
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 9:51 am

The Statesman

The Black Dragon, also known by his name of Adonibal, is the ruler of Dragon Grove. In his youth he rose to prominence amongst the Barca tribe of Sand-Dwellers. His personal prestige grew when he overthrew local government with the help of citizen militias and quickly joined other resistance fighters across Hammerfell. He is a delicate figure - looking more the statesman than general - and has little military experience, but he rules with iron justice and seeks to preserve Yoku culture. He has dark eyes and long, silky dark hair.

The General

Mago is a bald-headed man of few words whose loyalty and silence has brought him to the position of General in Dragon Grove. He is older and more experienced than the Prince, Adonibal, and many presume to follow his word first. He fights with a Dwemer Jinksword, a spear, and a cowhide shield. He prefers not to talk much, but is introspective and resents those who assert themselves with no care for others. At time of need he can be ruthless, however, and has fought his way out of a sticky situation many times. He commands the ragged army of Dragon Grove that is little more than about six hundred men in khaki or white tunics with spear, shield, bow and sword.

The Council

Frandar and A'tor, Haroun's godfather and uncle respectively, are all that remains of the Elden Yokeda's administration. Other names were once in the ranks, the Spymaster, Master of Coin, Master of the Ships... But they were dissolved and those who held those station's disappeared during the Siege. Now that the war has left Sentinel, Frandar and A'tor are the joint-rulers of the city: Frandar commanding the troops, A'tor - a notorious drug addict - running the city and rebuilding it. Men of even but sometimes self-indulgent temperament, the two have served their purposes well. The Council is currently focusing on rescuing the great Yoku artyfacts and building a wall-fort on the south side of Sentinel.

The Duke


The triple-agent Duke of Menevia was recently murdered by the Shagun for his part in Operation Hellequin. His men are led now by Yolan, Vrage and Guillaume.

The Foreigners

Yolan and Vrage are the inheritors of Aphren Hunter's army in Outremer. The first is an ex-Buoyant Armiger from the Deep South. Yolan is a practiced warwizard and savant with an even temperament. Vrage is a Nordic warlord from the Ilessan Hills who wields the Ice Blade of the Monarch. He is known for his furious rages and fiery temper that has made he and his sword infamous in the army. They are currently operating in Sentinel, brokering a deal with the Council.

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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 11:45 am

Dragon Grove

It was cool and silent night, the wind blew ever so gentely, sending ripples etching outward on the animal skin tents that blanketed the park. The smell of smoke hung losely over the camp as the soft voices of several men could be heard in the distance, faint shadows dancing in a silhouette tango on the tent walls while they cheered, drank and calibrated their small victory that day. The day's battle was fresh, fresh in Bomilkars mind as he weaved in and out of the tent city that had sprung up in just hours of making camp. Looking down softly at his still bloodied and dirty hands he could feel the warmth of the once living men he helped carry to the shore where a mass grave of all the dead could be seen, marked by a large stone on the shore so Tu'whacca could find their souls easier.

A low pulse seemed to surge in his left temple as he thought of the fight, running it over again and again in his head. Too many things had went wrong, and he couldn't let it happen again. It wouldn't happen again.

Finally the large Ra'gada stoped, his eyes fixed on an octagon shaped tent bearing 'special' tribal marking that read 'caged animal', a joke of sort in the tribe they had for certain prisoners of war. Slowly he bent slightly, pushing the flap away to make his way into the dimly lit tent. Around the edges we're several guards, each one standing at a attention, their eyes fixed on the ash skinned devil chained in the middle of the tent.

"I here you are a great swordsmen..no?" Bomilkar began in Yoku, a short chuckle following.

"You've done us a great crime ash devil...but I've been blessed with the ability to set you free, for a price.."

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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 8:49 am

"... Have I?"

This "ash-skinned devil" of a swordsman replied after a brief few seconds thought.

"I know why you brought me here. You should feel grateful I am willing to negotiate... I had intended to help your kind all along. We share a common enemy."

His clothing: the black studded leather vest and trousers, the black plated split-skirt armor that guarded the outside of both legs, the thin and weathered all-terrain black boots and leather gloves and bracers were allowed to remain on him during the extent of his captivity. However, his trusty katana laid upon a crate far outside his reach, sitting on a teasing display in it's scabbard with the rest of his useful possessions. His belt and small, dark blue pouch that stored money or any matter of small and intricately useful trinkets lay beside it, along with the richly enchanted magicka-boosting star pendant that usually lay upon his bare blue chest, just above where his vest had V-parted.

"Give me a name and my possessions, and I will repay my 'debt' to your society. "
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 9:07 am

Beaches near Dragon Grove

"Pull the boats ashore, men!" Aldaril commanded, as the prow of his landing boat bit into the sand with a lour rasping sound. Hopping from the front of the bow to land almost daintily in the sand, he spun on his heel, gesturing with his blade to the left and the right at the various landing parties. "Scatter, just like the others are doing! Pull the ships onto the beach, separate by ship, and get ready for the battle ahead! I don't want anyone wasting any time!" His commanding voice boomed out over the gathered sailors.

Much to his surprise, they went about their orders flawlessly, spilling out of their boats to splash into the calm surf, the warm water lapping around their ankles as they heaved the boats onto the sand. Even Neres, that infernally annoying young officer, was falling into step flawlessly, the young man straining as he pushed and pulled on the lifeboat that Aldaril had arrived on. However, Aldaril himself couldn't pay them any mind... He had more important things to attend to, such as finding the leader of the little group that had been sent to attack Dragon Grove.

"You!" Aldaril commanded one of the men near him, not recognizing him from the crew of his own ships. "Who's the commander of this operation? Where's the man that's leading the landing parties?" He asked, his tone brusque and official. There was no time for lollygagging... This was a war, and he would be DAMNED if he was going to miss his first battle in it!

OOC: Meh, rather quick post...
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 2:02 pm

Beaches near Dragon Grove
In the dark, the naval officer looked up, and walked over casually to the new officer. He squinted in the dark to see the uniform before looking surprised and even somewhat put off.

"Captain?" The officer said. "I'm Lieutenant Timothee LaRouche, HES Reman. We have 1200 sailors and 600 Marines." He said, looking skywards to think of the numbers quickly. He cleared his throat and figited with the sword knot on his cutlass before continuing. "Captain, you are my senior and thus the senior to everyman on the beach. We are at your command, sir. Pickets are out in the beach and bamboo forest, outer ones a hundred yards out, inner ones fifty, crew of the Reman is organizing and beaching boats."

Lieutenant LaRouche rocked back on his heels and cleared his throat, waiting for orders.
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 5:09 pm

" Good..." Captain Gaston said as a smile curled up onto his scarred cheeks, flashing those yellow teeth of his and giving the other two commanders close to him a whiff of his putrid breath that always seemed to smell of brandy. " This is what I have been waiting for since we come to this god forsaken desert. " He continued, spittle flying as he spoke with an excited tone.

He had just been given a letter, one that he now held crunched in his hand. It had been written by Lord Montrose before he left the camp and left with special instructions only to give it to the commander if he was not back in a certain amount of time. With that time being up, the letter was given to the old commander, which was now given control of the entire force of Glenpoint....for better or for worse.

The other two men in the room, both younger then Gaston by a good twenty years flashed each other a worried look. Captain Gaston in his early days was known to be very strict and brutal with his men, and it seemed to only worsen with age. No one could deny he was a decent leader though, having spent his fair share of time in the dozens of civil wars and border skirmishs that always seemed to engulf Highrock.

" Well, the first thing we should do is send out word to the legions that we are fit and ready to do our part. " He continued, changing his voice from that of excited to a more solemn and grim tone as he ran one of his leathery hands through his greying hair.

" Second, I need someone to lead the Knights of the Owl while Christopher and Phillip is gone...." Pausing for a moment to take a small sip of brandy from his dented, tin cup, which inturn sent a warm feeling flowing down to his very core, he continued. " How about Phillips nephew, whats his name? "

" Tristen, sir? " One of them spoke up, sounding more like a timid mouse in the face of the Captain then a battle hardened veteran.

" Yes, thats the one. I see alot of his uncle in him. Hes fearless, calm in the face of battle, and charismatic. Most of the men love him, and even the ones that dont respect him. He will be perfect to fill in the role of Lord Montrose and Phillip while they are gone. " The aged Captain slowly stroked his index finger and thumb down his chin, only stopping when they came to meet at the bottom.

" I will go and look for him, sir. "

" Not yet. Lastly, we must find just where in the hell are we. I know we have been trailing behind the legion as instructed, but I want to know the names of the damn places. " He growled, sliding his silver dagger from his sheath as he began to point to several areas on the maps layed out infront of him, mostly of places they had already been.

" Sir, if I may. I believe we are on the Lainlyn-Vulnim road. " One of the men said, pointing to a precise place on the map. " The legions are just ahead of us sir, and if our scouts are correct, the Dunmer forces are infront of them. "

" Lainlyn, hmmm? What kind of name is that? The first thing we shall have to do when he help conquer these heathens is to rename some of the citys and towns properly. " Taking in a deep breath, followed by a long sigh, Captain Gaston sit in silence for a moment before speaking again. " Well, what are you fools waiting for? That is all, you slackers are dismissed. "
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Real Name: Avalon Dierre
Given Name: Mercury Vulpine
Nickname: Her name is most often shortened to Ava, although plenty of people know her and call her Mercury, for the colour of her eyes.
Race: Breton (Werefox)
Gender: Female
Age: She appears to be twenty.
Birthsigns: The Lover

Focus: Stealth and Social
Skills: Stealth, Acrobatics, Illusion, Sleight-of-Hand, Persuasion/Bluff, Dagger, Perform, Athletics
Class: Bard

General Appearance: She's small and unimposing, and this is in many ways her greatest strength. She has a sweet, round face with wide eyes, a straight nose, small mouth, and high-cheekbones, and her features on the whole are very expressive and very changeable. Her eyes are silver-blue with an intelligent gleam, with extravagant eyelashes and naturally well-shaped eyebrows. As ever, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and although her features are perfect in the eyes of some, that is not to say that she is every man's type. Her figure is petite but curvy with a body that is naturally agile and dextrous rather than athletic. Naturally, her movements are quite light, graceful and quiet.

Werefox Appearance: She is small and lithe in build, only about 5ft tall, she does not grow in height or strength. She has long, bright red and white fur with white-tipped ears and tail, and black lower legs, ears and paws. In many ways, she looks like a werewolf, but more slender and sleek, and with more feline features. In this form, she is much less strong than most other werecreatures, but also much faster, and much more cunning. Those who see her find her to be beautiful and wild, and though fearsome she does not strike the same terror into people as other werecreatures do.

Hair: Avalon has wavy dark brown hair. It reaches mid-back in length, though she wears it back in a ponytail. Much of it falls loose to curl around her face, and her fringe is overgrown and falls into her eyes.
Eyes: Her eyes are a deep blue eyes flecked with silver ('Mercury') and rimmed darkly by long eyelashes. Their natural look is a mixture of soulful and wary.
Height: 5ft0"
Build: She's petite and small-boned, but curvy. She gives the impression of being quite agile, and she has quite a wiry build.
Skin: Her skin is very pale and smooth. It's unblemished, save for a few freckles.
Tattoos/Scars: Nothing conspicuous, though she a small black phoenix tattoo beneath her left shoulder blade, and on the small of her back there is a set of thin but deep claw scars.

Personality: Avalon is calculating and quick-thinking. It's important to recognise this part of her, because she spends a good deal of her time calculating the risks of what she says and does, as opposed to the benefits. She's also a plotter, always thinking of the next step to take, though interestingly she trusts her instincts and will often act on impulse. She's extremely intelligent, witty, and sharp-tongued when in a temper, but she has a restrained personality, able to keep her thoughts to herself in most circumstances, and mix with all kinds of people. Her sense of humour is lively, as she loves to shock people, and is willing to go out of character to do so. The result is one woman who appears to have many personas, but really just has one, variable persona. Generally she comes across as exciting and companionable, although her mood-swings are of legendary proportions, and should be avoided when she is not in-character.


Weapon(s): Usually, Ava can be found with twin silver daggers at her waist, a long steel dagger in her boot, and various small, flat knives secreted about her person. When she wants to be less conspicuous, she has only one dagger at her waist.
Clothing/Armour: She usually wears knee-high leather boots, doeskin leggings, and a pleated black skirt that just reaches her knees. She has a loose white shirt on with a tight leather bodice over the top, and a patched-up black cloak. Around her waist is a heavy utility belt. She has a pair of fingerless leather gloves that extend to her elbows, and around her neck is what looks like an old fashioned key.
For formal occasions: A black gown with silver embroidery made of many over-lapping layers of sheer silk to the point of being opaque, with a black and silver bodice. It's beautiful, but not presumptuous, the attire of a lesser noble rather than a queen. It's designed to draw attention to her feminine figure without being inappropriate in any way- a lady's dress. She wears dressier, feminine boots, but they remain quite practical, as they are hidden from view under the hem of her dress.


Inventory: Change of clothes, food rations, a small amount of gold, and various daggers, as well as a few lockpicks. A small lute as well, hanging from a strap.

Spells:
The only magic Ava uses is Illusion. However, between her indomitable will, extremely characterised personality and years of practice, she gets more out of this school than most any other. She can cast any known illusion spell, and many unknown ones besides. However, those who can use and see magic often find themselves uncomfortable around her.

Misc. Skills and Traits:
-She is a skilled singer and lute player, and she can even play the flute to some degree. As a bard, she is also extremely talented at story-telling.
-She is a skilled liar, negotiator and actress, and diplomacy is something of a hobby for her. She can judge people's motives and discern their inner-thoughts with uncanny skill. However, those who are similarly gifted or particularly closed-off can take longer to crack.
-She is fairly empathic and compassionate.
-Thanks to her birthsign, she is quite passionate and opinionated- meaning that, when properly incensed, she may act brashly.
-She is a most unusual breed of werecreature: a werefox. As it happens, she is also an unnatural breed of werecreature, created to be that way. She gains none of the strength or combat bonuses a werewolf does, and though she is much faster and smarter than other werecreatues in werefox form, she is easily killed. This is largely because she was created as a fancy, rather than as a hunter of men. She is often still effected by bloodlust, however.


Short Bio: Avalon's early history is largely clouded due to memory loss. However, she has over the years begun to piece together some of her past, and who she was. She knows she was once the Ambassadorial Doyen of the Thieves' Guild, a position she now holds part-time. She knows she was engaged to a redguard named Kaye Stacey, who died a heart-broken man when she lost her memory and became a new woman.
She also knows that a vampiress, a woman named Cassandra, had much to do with her past and with the odd attributes that have been associated with her over the years. When Avalon lost her memory, Cassandra pretended to be her friend, but the more Ava has investigated, the clearer it has become that Cassandra was never her friend: rather, she was her manipulator. Over the years, Ava has tried on various occasions to escape from the Vampiress, but Cassandra shows no signs that she intends to leave the werefox alone.
In recent years, Ava has wondered the world, attaching herself to whatever cause she finds deserving, and often serving the Thieves' Guild in honour of their old ties. Notably, she wishes to find company as long lived and bizarre as she, but she has failed in every attempt thus far.

Factions: Avalon is currently unaligned towards any faction.


Companions:- Avalon has no companions at current time.

NPCs:
Cassandra Thrafey- The ancient and troublesome vampiress is next in line to be head of the Thrafey Clan. However, she shows no interest in leading the vampire clan- she seems more involved in meddling in the events of men- and in ruining the life of Avalon Dierre. She is a tall, beautiful dunmer vampiress. Her hair is crimson sleek, and her ash skin is so dark as to appear black. Few can discern her vampiric nature by sight alone, and many fall under her sway. She is the Secret-Master of alchemy, and she is a powerful elementalist and vampiric healer, as well as a decent swordsman. That being said, she does not tend to involve herself in battles or fights: she is more interested in seeing who would win than aiding anyone she likes best.

Cassandra can, if she so wished, call upon 100 Thrafey warriors, and 50 Thrafey mages. However, this is extremely unlikely to happen.


Sunbird

Mercury took the shoes, and, once she had them in her hands, considered -in one of her more vindictive moments- throwing them off the ship. It was second best to throwing Michelle off herself. Wouldn't be worth it... she thought. Sure, I'd peeve off Michelle, but then the racket she makes'll get us caught.

Sometimes being a genius took all the fun out of life. She drew thin rope from her pack and tied it around the shoes, which she then slung over her shoulder, hanging there by the rope. She had been right: they barely weighed her down, although they would likely hinder her manouverability somewhat, but it it came to a fight, she would throw them overboard, and hang the consequences.

Now it was just a matter of waiting for their cheerful 'leader' to make the next move, since he'd been so considerate as to neglect telling her what the hell they were doing there. Still, she'd neglected telling him a good deal herself, so she had no right to be annoyed.

Not that that actually stops me... she thought, irritated with Serosi's careless manner and pack-animal treatment of Swims.
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Beaches near Dragon Grove
Surprise flickered through Aldaril's eyes when the officer that he spoke to informed him that he was the man in charge until Aldaril stepped up. They had sent a Lieutenant alone to do the job, when there was known to be a Captain not that far away? All that was needed to be done was have that Captain land on the beaches with his men, but instead he stays behind? What in the world was this?

A frustrated sigh slipped past Aldaril's lips, as he pondered on the situation for a moment. It seemed that he was now the superior and commanding officer of this little battle, despite what he had originally intended to do. The men that had been there previously, those eighteen hundred that were going to invade Dragon Grove on their own, were now over five thousand strong, with Aldaril's forces there. He personally had brought 2400 Sailors, and 1200 marines to the cause... They now had 5400 troops all waiting for his commands.

He turned his head slightly, to gaze up towards Dragon Grove. "Wonderful. Well, Lieutenant, you outrank my second in command, which puts you as second-highest officer on this beach. As such, you may retain your personal command over the group that you brought with you, as I trust people that know their men to handle them more effectively than someone that just picked them up." Aldaril twisted the tip of his rapier thoughtfully in the sand, as though he were trying to sketch something, that ended up being far too abstract, just waves slashed into the earth. "However. Once the men are done pulling the boats onto the beaches, we will make our way towards Dragon Grove and the forces there. I'd prefer to do this quickly, as we have no idea just how long we have."
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OOC: My last post on the old thread...
Saladin's Army
Guillaume looked at the man as if he were mad. In truth the Breton had fully expected to die, and yet now he was entering the service of another. More than that, this man was a heathen.

"My Lord." Guillaume said, bowing as he walked away. After a few paces backwards he turned, too bewildered with the recent turn of events to fully appreciate what had happened. Two thousand men? Two THOUSAND? And damned militia at that? Guillaume shook his head as he walked away. In even the biggest skirmishes that he had fought under the Lord Hunter, back in Menevia he had never commanded more than a few hundred. And they had all been cavalry, mounted knights and sergeants.

"Two thousand?" He said aloud, unaware before turning and taking a pace or two back to Saladin. "My Lord, now that my benefactor has gone, I am no longer a liegeman. By accepting your men, and by training the heathens, I will be thought a mercenary."

"Mercenaries have their prices...I will train and command your two thousand. I will watch over your Bretons, but in return I ask for my payment. One hundred pounds of silver seems adequite."


Beaches Near DragonGrove
Lieutenant LaRouche noticed the Elf's sigh, and knew instantly what the Captain was thinking. He had encountered this before, many different times from many different Naval officers.

"Captain Pinder believes that a senior naval officer's life is too important to risk on something like a landing party. There have been times, other places where Captains have commanded at raids and got themselves killed. If there is no longer a captain, who is left to pilot the ship...A new lieutenant? and ensign?" LaRouche asked dryly, repeating the phrase for the hundredth time or so. He clicked his heels together and saluted after he was done before turning a head.

"Reman! Fall in, leave 50 shipguards, everyone else assemble on the Battlespire's crew!" The Breton shouted his commands in the dark. "We're ready when you are my dear Captain."
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Jassan chuckled as he watched the men play from atop one of the bamboo trees, which had bent slightly from his presence. He was eager to join them, but for once in his life Jas understood there was serious business to attend to. Someone had to be informed of the approaching armies, even if it had to be a now imprisoned leader.

Afterall, Jas figured if the men respected the guy, then his break-out would mean little to them. He began to move slowly through the trees, barely making so much as a rustle amongst the leaves. What noise was made was muffled by the laughter of the young men; a slight security issue, sure, but it wasn't Jassan's job to care about that.

Once he finally caught sight of the covered wagons, he leaped to the ground. One of them had to be the one with the prisoners. It was very tempting to follow his usual actions, and draw his daggers while crouching as he was, but he resisted the urge. Didn't look good with legionaires about. Instead the small bosmer waited in the night, a small ball of black in a sea of dark gray shadow. With his metal blades sheathed, only his eyes shone in the night, and even they were dulled. Jassan's true colors, true skills, were showing; but no one could see the display.

After a few minutes he saw an opening, a time frame in which witnesses were looking away and there was a gap in guard watch. He took it, moving more like a spider than a man as he quietly moved his small body over to, and underneath, the wagons. Despite the sand around him, his light-footed touch barely made a crunch in the ground. And by the time someone would have reacted to the sound, he was already gone.

Behind canvas number one! He proclaimed to himself with a grin, as he looked at legion feet, and then deemed it time. Crawling up, he slipped through the canvas wagon opening like a snake, before sitting himself cross-legged in the corner and looking around, waiting for his eyes to adjust. It was the only thing he envied Ree'Ja for; his night vision.

"Bingo." He whispered, hoping the soft voice would draw attention from the occupants, but not from outside. "Commander Aquila, yes? Remember me?"
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Simithara sat upon the cool sands, her cloaked back facing towards the Breton encampment. Her direction of gaze was upon that distant dune of sand, that separated them from view of the battle they had just lost. Her abomination of an animal was beside her, and snorted a puff of green smoke before stamped the sands. She set cross-legged, her hands upon her knees and her eyes closed, back straight. A chilling desert wind, more like a breeze, had taken her cloak and hair into its hands, the dark cloth and hair like a raging fire billowing behind her. Her dagger was still sheathed, as what she sought to do did not require it.

Each breath came slowly, methodically, as she sought to extend her magical affluence around the environment, probing, seeking. She could hear them; their screams of agony, their cries of rage and zealous courage, their wails as metal broke through flesh. For the souls of the recent dead, there was no end to these emotions, these events, until they were released from their chains and sent to the Aethrius. Until their connection to the world was either severed, or completed to their desires, they could not be released and reborn in the cycles of the spirits. Which served her purpose all the better.

She grasped at these hapless souls, her magic entwining them and drawing them to her like flies to corpses. She could feel their emotions as they were drawn nearer to her, as their connection to the mortal realm was shifted by her whim from the battleground to her being. It was the ancient, inhuman words she spoke and the meditative calm that brought this magic upon the spirits, a small cloud of dim light dispersing around her. As her spellcraft progressed several of the faint, wispy tendrils flickered, flashed, and then disappeared, the sand beneath the magical display picking up in a small cloud. Twenty-five times this occurred, before Simithara opened her eyes, and the dim light faded completely from her.

The clouds of disturbed sand began to take form, as the souls she had summoned used the particles of the material world to fashion themselves. Many of them looked like armored knights, or Redguard-clothed men. The weapons of shifting sand reflected this; they were the men of the battle past. Each figure began to take on a supernatural, pale blue glow, the very sand making them the source of the ethereal light.

There was a grunt, and she distinctly felt a pit of displeasure in her stomach at the sound, turning towards its source. An ethereal figure of a centaur trotted forward, the sand beneath his hooves undisturbed by his presence. "You dare to deny us our right to die as warriors?"

Simithara grinned. This display of insubordination was to be expected, if you dealt with the souls of the more powerfully willed or magically affluent. She rose from her place in the sand, looking the ghost in the eyes squarely. "Actually, I am requesting that you do not allow death to stop your service as a warrior. However, I understand your reasons and ideals, and respect your kind for your power, as do all those who practice the death arts. If you wish to continue to serve Lord Montrose, you may, but if you want to remain in death, I will free you from your bond to me."

The Centaur laughed nastily. "We prefer to live once, serve once, and die with honor."

"Very well." Simithara replied simply, closing her eyes and focusing. Mentally, she browsed through her connections with the spirits, gathering those of the centaurs. They numbered six, and with a soft whisper of words a tiny cloud of light curled from her mouth, and the figures grew dim, before the sand that composed them fell to the earth.

Nineteen spirits. It would have to do for now.
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Saladin's Army
Guillaume looked at the man as if he were mad. In truth the Breton had fully expected to die, and yet now he was entering the service of another. More than that, this man was a heathen.

"My Lord." Guillaume said, bowing as he walked away. After a few paces backwards he turned, too bewildered with the recent turn of events to fully appreciate what had happened. Two thousand men? Two THOUSAND? And damned militia at that? Guillaume shook his head as he walked away. In even the biggest skirmishes that he had fought under the Lord Hunter, back in Menevia he had never commanded more than a few hundred. And they had all been cavalry, mounted knights and sergeants.

"Two thousand?" He said aloud, unaware before turning and taking a pace or two back to Saladin. "My Lord, now that my benefactor has gone, I am no longer a liegeman. By accepting your men, and by training the heathens, I will be thought a mercenary."

"Mercenaries have their prices...I will train and command your two thousand. I will watch over your Bretons, but in return I ask for my payment. One hundred pounds of silver seems adequite."


IC:
Saladin's Army

The Ra Gada grinned underneath his bushy beard as he grasped one of his personal luxuries, reaching into his haversack, his hand left with an esplendido destined to be smoked before they began marching again. In true soldierly fashion he bit off the end of the cigar and spit it out, placing the smoke over the camp fire and toasting its cherry.

The General looked at Guiallume, "If you understood the situation we were just in, you'd find the loot you and your men acquire as payment enough. Anything other then that and you can take it up with the Government in Sentinel, I'm a soldier." he said before placing the cigar to his lips, a few puffs to breath life to it.

Negotiation? Should be expected from a Breton, a shrewd one, and a cut throat dealer.

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Sunbird

Mercury took the shoes, and, once she had them in her hands, considered -in one of her more vindictive moments- throwing them off the ship. It was second best to throwing Michelle off herself. Wouldn't be worth it... she thought. Sure, I'd peeve off Michelle, but then the racket she makes'll get us caught.

Sometimes being a genius took all the fun out of life. She drew thin rope from her pack and tied it around the shoes, which she then slung over her shoulder, hanging there by the rope. She had been right: they barely weighed her down, although they would likely hinder her manouverability somewhat, but it it came to a fight, she would throw them overboard, and hang the consequences.

Now it was just a matter of waiting for their cheerful 'leader' to make the next move, since he'd been so considerate as to neglect telling her what the hell they were doing there. Still, she'd neglected telling him a good deal herself, so she had no right to be annoyed.

Not that that actually stops me... she thought, irritated with Serosi's careless manner and pack-animal treatment of Swims.



OOC: Sorry i'm still slow with these posts.

I had the same idea with the shoes actually...

IC:

Michelle studied the hatch a bit as Serosi stood crouched near it. In a softer timid voice she spoke. "I visited an elven ruin once where some of the passage ways would only open up by a certain type of spell so maybe if you..." She stopped speaking instantly when Serosi turned to her. He was actually surprised though his face didn't show it. He ran his fingers across the edges of the opening releasing small pulses of magicka weaved lightning until he sensed an absorption. He then sent more of the arcane induced lighting through. Stone bars making a ladder began extending out of the edges of the wall until there was a way to climb down.

"Follow and be quiet." Serosi ordered more so to Michelle then the other two as he began climbed down. Michelle looked a bit unsure as she sat at the edge of the opening with her feet hanging off and slowly slid herself down as she began climbing down herself. Her hands clung tightly to the ladder like stone as her toes curled in a nervous tense manner afraid to fall off.

OOC: The inside will be more or less the same as the elven ruins in Oblivion mixed in with whatever the inside of a flying Elf boat thingy would be. >_> I'll be more discriptive once we get below but that's the general idea.

South of Lainlyn

The camp had been set at last to the south of Lainlyn. Most of the equipment had been left out of the city to begin with allowing for an easy transition. For the most part the Dunmer cavalry had also been out. The tents had not been raised but instead the soldiers slept on the ground in small groups. Andarys and Voneri sat with some of the Black Wood Company commanders and Colovian mercenaries hired on their journey to Hammerfell.

"The Argonians have made the preperations, our cavalry is set to respond at the first sign of enemy encounter and the equipment has been set defensivly as you ordered general." Voneri used to feel strange putting up this military act infront of others when Andarys was her dearest friend. At the same time she had to act professionally when others were present, especially mercenaries. If they caught a wiff of weak leadership they left with whatever pay they got the moment they felt unsecure.

"Nevermind that..." Andarys said with a slight smile on his face looking up at Voneri. It took her off guard a bit stepping forward as if to listen to the next words. "...i'm confident in our preperations. I trust we've prepared as much as we can and Boethiah willing our victory will be splendid. Sit and enjoy some tea." He reached toward her inviting her to sit with a cup of tea in his hand. In the darkness she wasn't sure what kind it was but the scent was hypnotizing. She replied with a smile back to her and sat beside him amongst the Colovian plate armored knights and Blackwood Mercenaries.

Saladin's Army

That presence...it had to be him. Aryon paced around on the prephiary of the camp holding Varulae in her hidden cat form and meticulously stroking the soft fur of the 'animal' he was holding. The bond of student and teacher was an eternal one like that of a tree and the sun. That was the wording he remembered using with Serosi. He had always thought it was too impersonal, now he doubted Serosi much cared. His eyes had turned into the coldest searing fire he had ever seen in anyone's eyes.

"Where are you going?" Aryon spoke in Dunmeri as Varulae leapt out of his hold. There was something strange about the cat, he could sense it but he wasn't quite sure what it could be. Things were not always as they seemed, he of all people knew that.
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Beach Near Dragon Grove
Aldaril rolled his eyes at that explanation, sighing. "Well, I for one believe that a commander should be next to his troops when they are fighting. Sure, they may be killed, but it proves to the men by example that their leaders are not simply cowards that command from behind the lines. Though I normally remain on the ship anyway, I try to lead by such an example. Keeps the younger fools from questioning me if they see me in actual combat." Aldaril pointed out, turning and looking over the beach. Some five thousand men against Dragon Grove. He wasn't certain as to the exact number of foes that they would encounter there, but...

"If we are ready, then we are moving out immediately. Send a few scouts forward to make sure our way is clear and get an estimate of the enemy numbers before we arrive. Converge your men on mine, they haven't scattered too much." Aldaril commanded, nodding towards Neres who had appeared nearby. "Neres! Relay the order for every one of my men to converge on the Eternal Champion forces! We're moving out immediately, to lay siege to Dragon Grove." Without a moment's hesitation, bless the man's efficiency when there's actually danger, Neres vanished, jibbering excitedly to the men that were finishing pulling the boats up onto the beaches.

Aldaril's gaze focused on LaRouche once more. "Let's go, Lieutenant. It's time for my... example..."
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Dragongrove Valley, the Breton Camp

The ten man cavalry patrol loomed near, their horses seen in the distance. A hundred meters ahead of them, a robed figure, masked behind a grotesque face of a demon stepped from the woods and into the road...awaiting them.

Raza stalked through the woods with a few others headed further passed the camp, keeping an eye on those who appeared to be sleeping. They were lax....

The Imperial Knights...a white banner and red diamond...mark of the empire littered the other end. There were thousands of them, but they looked battered and just as tired.

The blood lust began again, when Raza was close to battle it could be felt...the darkness that most men were ashamed of, that primal factor that desired to end life.

Under his war mask, he betrayed no emotion. He said nothing, those beside him did not speak as well. They all felt the want of ending life. Unique tools of war and murder exited their sheaths, breathing was the only thing heard.

Raza's foot stepped out of the forest...and soon, soon it would begin....

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" That old son of a [censored]! Who in the hell does he think he is treating us like we are lazy children? " Snarled one of the men who was just insulted by the old captain a minute earlier. As he and the other continued walking through the nights with only the occasional campfire to light the way, a line of mumbles and insults followed.

" Hmmm, I think he has issues dating back from childhood. Maybe he wasn't briast fed enough as a child. " Said the other, speaking up with a very serious look on his face, like he was almost trying to crack a hard case. " I imagine that would upset me. Wouldn't it you? "

His friend who was walking beside him froze dead in his tracks, giving his a buddy a confused look for a brief moment before breaking out in laughter loud enough to wake a few men sleeping in some small white tents nearby. After he managed to contain his laughter, he reached over and gave his buddy a slap on the shoulder. " Why is everything always about briasts with you? "

" What!? I like em, and if that is wrong, I dont want to be right. " He continued in the same serious tone, flashing a small smile.

"Well, I can't argue with that. Anyways, I'll go get Tristen. You go get the messenger. I dont want to give that grumpy, old bastard another reason to yell at us. I swear, the next time he does, I'm going to punch him in that shaved donkeys-ass he calls a face. " With that, he gave a small salute and walked away, towards small area of tents that smelled strongly of horse sweat.

After about a minute of searching, he found him, and what a sight he was. To large for the small tent he was sleeping under caused his feet to stick out one end while his head stuck out the other. After a small, soft chuckle to himself, he nudged Tristens boots with that of his own. " Wake up, Tristen. Captain Gaston is in charge now and wants to see you. I wouldn't keep him waiting, he is already in a foul mood. "

Wiping the sleep from his eyes as he propped himself up on one elbow, Tristen gave a small nod before standing a moment later, knocking his tent down in the process. " Thanks. " Was mumbled before he stumbled off into the darkness, towards the center of the camp where the biggest tent lay.

A minute later, he was standing before the gruff captain, heels together and arms by his side. " Sir, you wanted to see me? " He asked, almost expecting to have a string of insults thrown at him for something.

There was a long moment of silence as the captain sized him up, his brown eyes sweeping over the knight to take in small details. When he did finally speak speak, it wasn't gruff as Tristen had expected; it was softer then normal, but still firm. " Yes, I did. As you may have learned, I have just been given control over the entire force. As you may also know, Lord Montrose and your uncle are both gone, leaving behind capable men to lead our knights into battle. That is why I called you here. I believe you are the man we need. You have all the qaulities I am looking for. What say you? "

At first, he was stunned, and it showed in the confusion on his face. After a minute of stumbling to find the answer, he finally managed to blurt out his answer. " It would be an honor, sir. I promise not to let you down. "

" Good. That is all, you may leave. " The captain said, sitting down so he could lean back in his chair and sip his brandy.

" Sir." Tristen gave a nod of his head before he turned to leave. Just as he was almost out of the tent, he was caught by captain Gaston.

" Oh, and Tristen. If you fail me in anyway, I will not only dismiss you from leading the knights, I will make sure you are in charge of shoveling the horse manure from the campsite. Is that understood? "

Not even bothering to turn around, Tristen gave another nod before he exited back into the cool night, leaving only a canvas flap whipping in the wind.
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"... Have I?"

This "ash-skinned devil" of a swordsman replied after a brief few seconds thought.

"I know why you brought me here. You should feel grateful I am willing to negotiate... I had intended to help your kind all along. We share a common enemy."

His clothing: the black studded leather vest and trousers, the black plated split-skirt armor that guarded the outside of both legs, the thin and weathered all-terrain black boots and leather gloves and bracers were allowed to remain on him during the extent of his captivity. However, his trusty katana laid upon a crate far outside his reach, sitting on a teasing display in it's scabbard with the rest of his useful possessions. His belt and small, dark blue pouch that stored money or any matter of small and intricately useful trinkets lay beside it, along with the richly enchanted magicka-boosting star pendant that usually lay upon his bare blue chest, just above where his vest had V-parted.

"Give me a name and my possessions, and I will repay my 'debt' to your society. "


Dragon Grove, Barca Camp - Prison Tent

Bomilkar didn't answer immediately, preferring to turn away for a moment, eying the belongings of this 'devil' they called 'Akronos'. The sword in particular caught his eye, a fine piece of craftsmanship. Slowly Bomilkar walked towards it, running a finger along the scabbard before finally turning to face the Dunmer again.

"Your not in the position to 'negotiate'..." Bomilkars voice was stern.

A cold stair finally fell on the Dunmer, Bomilkars distrust in their kind was almost enough for him to disregard Hauron's orders and kill the elf himself. After all, they we're all the same. Ruthless, barbaric and treacherous creatures, all of them. Those red eyes we're unnatural...they we're a cursed race, and once to be avoided, but perhaps his skill could be used, despite is obvious inferiority. Slowly Bomilkar made his way, his eyes meeting the Elf's as he knelt down and in a low whisper the name formed on his lips.

"...you have every mean to accomplish this mission. You've been given a great honor devil, don't fail us."

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"You have my word. I'll repay this debt... though my blood or his."

Akronos is unchained, his equipment returned. With nothing but his clothing, a black stallion and himself, he swiftly rides east, from Dragon's Grove. Until his deed is done and word spread of his release from chains, he has no way of contacting the Goraian Underground. Such fools, he thought to himself. To think that they'd have the stupidity to let loose this animal, expecting it to work for them. He continued riding once out of sight... and to be quite honest, he had no intention of returning. Ever.
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OOC: Will it be a glorious return? Or a sorrow defeat?

Name: Captian Martin Foxx

Race: Imperial

Age: 32

Birthsign: The lady

Physical Description: http://www.sch57.msk.ru/~b07volk/Swordsman.jpg

History: Born in Hammerfell to poor parents, he ran away from home to make his fortune, his own way.He joined the legions when he was only 16 years of age and had much experince in the way of fighting from having to live on the streets. He started off a promising new recruit, fighting and killing his way up to Sergeant and catching the eye of some very important military figures. He was 'adopted' by a Colonel who taught him tactics and gave him the funds he needed to recruit and train an army.

After winning a few key battles against the nords and laying waste to a few towns, his reputation caught up to him and he recived the rank of Captian. He then lead an expedition into Skyrim but was stopped after only a few weeks because of strife in the Imperial city. He was called to re-enforce the siege on Sentinal and hurried from the Imperial city only to find the siege lifted and the soldiers weary. His plans are to report to his commanding officer and assualt the city itself, with a dazzling plan he learned from fighting the nords.

Weapons: He likes to fight with his hands in close combat but is an expert with a short sword and a long pike.

Armor: http://www.sch57.msk.ru/~b07volk/Swordsman.jpg

Misc. Items: None

Companions: A trusty man named Vernon who he has known his whole life.

Faction Name: Imperial

Rank: Captian

Army count: 150 highly trained veterens ready to die for Gram. Armored like like this

Men at arms: 100 men (Men at arms, Long pikes, round shields and longswords)

Skirmisher warband: 50 men (Skirmishers, Long bows, short swords and bucklers)



OOC: Sorry it took me so long. Blame my damn job.

Will post tomorrow.
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Lainlyn Forest

Silent Argonians scaled through the forest from bamboo tower to another silently. Their task was simple and the nature of the bamboo forest itself made the task yet more simple. There was a main road with a gradual rise heading toward Lainlyn ten meters wide at most and lead out into smaller paths throughout the forest. These Argonians were no soldiers however. They were trainned killers loyal to House Dres, sons and daughters of slaves trained from birth to kill in silence, to ambush and to strike fear. With each skilled stroke of their tools against the bamboo towers, another obstacle would be made for any would be attackers.

At the north end of the forest bamboo was also cut bit by bit by those who were in their waking shift. It was Dres military doctrine to use the resources of the land in your favor to minimize casualties. All the soldiers under Andarys understood that that was the goal of any engagement he would lead, and that he would not throw any troops away needlessly. A sad fate for any to die so far away from home. The quiet and aloof general while seemingly distant gave him an almost battle field prophetic level of respect from his troops.
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Dragongrove Valley, the Breton Camp

The ten man cavalry patrol loomed near, their horses seen in the distance. A hundred meters ahead of them, a robed figure, masked behind a grotesque face of a demon stepped from the woods and into the road...awaiting them.

Raza stalked through the woods with a few others headed further passed the camp, keeping an eye on those who appeared to be sleeping. They were lax....

The Imperial Knights...a white banner and red diamond...mark of the empire littered the other end. There were thousands of them, but they looked battered and just as tired.

The blood lust began again, when Raza was close to battle it could be felt...the darkness that most men were ashamed of, that primal factor that desired to end life.

Under his war mask, he betrayed no emotion. He said nothing, those beside him did not speak as well. They all felt the want of ending life. Unique tools of war and murder exited their sheaths, breathing was the only thing heard.

Raza's foot stepped out of the forest...and soon, soon it would begin....


As the patrol continued down the road, they slowed their pace, seeing a single figure out in the middle of the road. It was hard to make out his features from so far away, but to block the path of ten mounted knights, he must have been very skilled or very stupid.

" One of us should see what he wants? " A knight spoke up, taking a glance towards the others to see if there was any takers.

" Well, dont look at me! I cant speak yoku. I never learned the heathen tounge as a child. " Said another, putting up both hands out infront of him.

" Fine, I'll go! I have to do everything anyway, you bunch of lazy bastards! " Snarled another, unsheathing his sword having had his lance broken earlier outside of DragonGrove. " Watch my back atleast. " Touching sharp spurs to sweaty flanks, he cantered towards the single figure until he was about ten meters away.

What he saw set him off gaurd for just a moment. The man, if that is what he was, had a face that appeared almost demonic. He just seemed to stand their complete silence, with the only movements being his robes whipping in the cool, desert wind.

" Jus...just who in the hell are you and what do you want? " He asked in a timid tone that grew in more confidence as he spoke.
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 3:07 am

Behind canvas number one! He proclaimed to himself with a grin, as he looked at legion feet, and then deemed it time. Crawling up, he slipped through the canvas wagon opening like a snake, before sitting himself cross-legged in the corner and looking around, waiting for his eyes to adjust. It was the only thing he envied Ree'Ja for; his night vision.

"Bingo." He whispered, hoping the soft voice would draw attention from the occupants, but not from outside. "Commander Aquila, yes? Remember me?"


Septimus blinked once, then twice before answering. Quintus sat up from his uncomfortable bed, equally astonished. they had both heard the canvas shift and the scuffling, but also both men were half asleep, and didn't give it too much heed, that is until the voice rasped through the night air.

"Who the devil are you?" Quintus asked, angrily. His had went instantly to the knife that he usually kept on his belt. Yet both it and his belt had already been taken away. Septimus, after rubbing the sleep form his eyes, leaned in towards the little elf.

"Jassan isn't it? you're the little one with the knives that steals things...What the hell are you doing here?" Aquila asked with a mixture of hope and fear on his face. Jassan was a Mercenary, and even though the drunken Nord believed that he had a report with the bastards, Mercs were just as likely to sell you out and kill you a help.

Saladin's army
Guillaume sneered at the response, but still kept enough of his wits about him to know when to leave things be. He inclined his head in a curt bow, never drawing his eyes away form the smoking general. Then, without another word he turned on his heels, and left, trailing his dirty orange tunic in the wind. He rubbed his thumb over the rough pommel of his sword where the tang had been peened down. His right hand though went straight into the small leather pouch at his waist, and he began to fidget with the girl's nail.

Over and over again, he brought her small and ragged pinky nail across the pad of his thumb, each time feeling the texture, and trying his best to control his anger. The nail is bitten off, she must have been a nervous one in life....I love the nervous ones. They know their place. He seemed to wander aimlessly from campfire to campfire, hearing the ugly gutteral and phlemy languages of the alik'r. Face after hideous face passed by.

"My Lord Anticlaire!" Guaillaume shouted his greeting the moment he found what he was looknig for. "My Lord Anticlaire, Get your things ready. We are to move to Lainlyn. Go tell my servant to have my horse saddled and prepared to move!"

Beach Near Dragon Grove
Lieutenant LaRouche bowed slightly, yielding the argument to the Captain.

"You are correct, sir. A commander who leads by example gambles everything on his victory. If he wins, he is a ledgend, If he retreats, his army retreats further, and if he is killed his army may lose heart and be destroyed." The Breton cooed before standing upright and snapping to action. "Hjalti, throw out skirmishers and advance to dragon grove."

"Aye-aye, lieutenant" A young midshipman turned and saluted before returning to his company. The boy could be no more than fourteen, but at that age, he was elderly for the rank. Through either fate or luck, he had not made the jump to ensign, and thus languished in the junior rank with the eleven and twelve year olds. When he shouted, his voice was high and shrill. "Hjalti's ship's company, As skirmishers, take intervals MARCH!"

The shapes in the darkness, moved forwards in groups of four, spreading and elongating the picket line until it was nearly two hundred yards across the front, with four man groups each ten paces apart. The rest of the crew gathered in a lose column, twenty paces behind the skirmish line to act as a reserve. The midshipman, with a tinge of pride in his voice called back to Lieutenant LaRouche.

"Lieutenant, sir...Formed and ready..." He said in a tone of youthful excitement and ignorance.

"Go on, go on! scout the enemy and report back here, we'll be along shortly with the main body."

"Aye-aye! Hjalti will prepare to march, quick, MARCH!"
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"Jassan Zartuck, professional procurer, and member of the Band of Bastards, which Aquila once hired for the Legions. We helped bring down the bronze beast." He proclaimed in a whisper to Quintus, but otherwise ignored him as he looked to Aquila with a toothy grin.

"I'm here to make a report. I've talked with a few men, no one seems to know what the bloody [censored] is going on leadership-wise. So I naturally came to you." His voice remained at the steady whisper, even though it contrasted so starkly to the high-pitched jolliness he'd always displayed. Apparently he had two modes; childish, and stealthy. He leaned forward, putting one finger on the wood beneath him.

"There is an army of rebels, approaching Laynlin and the outlying environment, as we speak. Lord Montrose had a bit of an issue and had sent us and the Battlemages back to you. we had to take the long way along the mountains west of Riverview to get back to you guys, or we woulda hit the army. It is big, I'm not sure how big but it was massive. More may have joined them by now. They were heading this way, so unless this caravan of kids has a good vanguard, you are about to get scimitars up the ass." He looked to Quintus and then back to Aquila, before cracking another grin.

"How confident are you in leading this army, if you are free?"
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