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Post by Rowan on Sept 21, 2009 23:19:06 GMT -5
*As fall starts it's approach and winter not far behind it, the chieftan Rowan watches his new warriors learning and testing themselves. As the farmers, workers and those not chosen for war make ready by pulling in crops, storeing food, patching thier homes from the wars and raids... Rowan and his people prepair in the ways they know. THese people prepair by sharpening swords and axes, adding furs to thier armor and pushing themselves to learn the ways of fighting, the ways of war.*
"There are so many fresh faces out there that havent even tasted thier own blood." He says to himself.
*Rowan gets a tickle in his spine and a moment later notices Ragnarus, the dark elf slideing out of the woodline to come up next to him.*
"My Chief" he says in a slick voice. "You look worried, is there somebody down there that needs... removed?" His gloved hand slips to the new dagger at his belt.
"No Ragnar... Its just with so many new fighter come to the steppes recently, I wonder how many of them understand that this isnt a life of adenture and glory, but of blood and duty." Rowan pops his knuckles and starts to pace.
"You know as well as I do Rowan, that many come to this camp for many more reasons than just war. Some come to be the hero, others come to hide *he smiles at this*, some come for glory and others come because they have no where else to go." The dark elf looks down from where he stands to the growing warriors camp in the Northern Steppes. Seeing almost twice the number of tents as this time last year.
"You are right Ragnar, I guess we just do as we have done for the last few years, eh?" Rowan stands and faces his friend.
"Yes, we train them, push them and forge them into warriors. The weak will fall off to the side like the bad metal at the smiths, the strog will stay and join us as blooded warriors who call this... harsh land thier home."
*Rowan laughs a deep chuckle and claps the smaller man on the shoulder. He turns and walks down the hill to join his fresh fighters in training. Ragnarus drifts off into the shadows.*
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Post by Kam on Sept 29, 2009 0:00:01 GMT -5
*Kam’s eyes follow the chieftain's descent down the hill with quiet interest. She watches him slowly survey the camp and the surrounding countryside as a chill breeze kicks up the first fallen leaves. The swirling leaves are a stark reminder that the seasons are indeed changing – but for the first time in her life, the scenery is not. These were the very same trees she had seen begin to grow their tiny green leaves when she first came to the warrior camp in the spring. For one born to wander the earth this unmoving way of life was different, at times almost painful. Many moonlit nights she crept away while the camp slept, wandering into the harsh landscape nearby. Yet she could not bear to leave the encampment for good, always returning to this oasis in the barren lands. She has come to feel at home in this strange place, with its mix of war and joy, enlightenment and pain. It still perplexed her how easily she had been welcomed into the encampment, with no hint of the revulsion or distrust usually doled out in equal helpings to any Gypsy entering a new place. She had even become close to some of the warriors, sharing food, weapons and stories freely. At times it was difficult to remember that these were gaujos, non-gypsies, and not the Romani family that now only existed in the shattered dreams that plagued her nights. As Rowan approached she studied the chieftain’s expression for hints of displeasure, and seeing none, relaxed the hand on her weapon. Her resolve had been tested many times since her arrival and she was ever prepared for the next trial to begin. *
“I have been watching you fight ...” Rowan begins. “And?” Kam softly questions. “You have fought hard, small one” Rowan replies with a small smile. “Now fight harder. You still have much to learn.”
Kam simply nods in deference, a difficult task for such an independent spirit, but her admiration for the Chieftain requires such reverence. She still feels a deep sense of gratitude for his invitation to join the encampment at a time when she could not have been more alone. She ponders for a moment whether others among the group feel the same. Her eyes flicker amongst the gathered fighters, some young and untrained, others hardened veterans covered in blood stained armor or cloaked with the invisible defense of their own prowess. “Who among them shall I learn from today?’ she wonders to herself. She cradles her newly made club in her hands with a contented smile and searches the group, ready for the next challenge.
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Post by Furyun on Oct 4, 2009 0:44:16 GMT -5
The smell of fresh pine, sweat, and forge fire fill the air. Wind dances through the bone chimes along the wood pike walls of the new training pit.
Furyun paces back and forth slowly, watching the new blood work to take him on, waiting for one to impress him.
A little one hits the floor from a simple mistake, coughing up blood that sprays on Furyun's boots. *How lucky these new fighters are, he thinks to himself*
"What will it take for you boys to listen? If you would have learned that lesson at the tip of Orc steel, you'd be on a spit by now" talking to the downed youth.
"NOW! trust your shield and keep it in tight to your body."
Hearing Rowan chuckle, Furyun shouts "Water break 5 minutes." walking then in the direction of chieftain's voice, an idea brewing within his clever mind.
"Brother" addressing Rowan "they're eager, some are bloodthirsty, but none have yet seen real fighting."
"what we need is a quest."
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Post by Rowan on Oct 4, 2009 10:23:40 GMT -5
"I think you are right Furyun."
*Rowan paces past Fury and picks up the youth the spearman floored.*
"I hate to bring this up, because it is a vile place. But I think we need to take them west to where the undead are amassing."
*A solem look passes Rowan's face at the mention of undead.*
"Ask around and tell the warriors we will be hunting zombies and other undead in a couple weeks."
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Post by Beard on Oct 4, 2009 11:40:44 GMT -5
*Beard looks up from his pot of stew as he hears Rowan's plan*
"Zombies make really bad stew!"
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Post by edainme on Oct 4, 2009 14:26:25 GMT -5
Edainme folded her legs beneath her, carefully sliding her sword back into its sheath. A leather flash was pulled from her belt and the wooden stopper yanked out unceremoniously as her blue-green hues wandered out towards the Cheiftan and the other commanders. Tipped the flask back and took a large swig of the refreshing water before returning the stopper and looping it back onto her belt. Head tilted to the side as another joined them, brows quirking at the mention of a quest.
Right palm was placed down onto the ground and her weight shifted back onto it, listening intently. She was rather new to the valley, and only knew a select few of the people on terms that could be called friends. Not that they were less than friendly, but more her need for seclusion. Finally, her curiosity got the better of her.
"Where are these undead?" Her tone was filled with mild interest, though she was not over-eager for an answer. Gaze locked on the small party, making a note of the facial expressions and mannerisms they made as they gave their response.
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Post by Rowan on Oct 5, 2009 0:27:31 GMT -5
"The undead are massing, as they tend to do in the harvest month, to the west. I'm waiting for a message from my Warlord Militis with more location details."
*Rowan shifts his bulk in time for a new young warrior to bounce off his shield. The chief reaches down and picks up the small human.*
"Stay in the ring warrior. Keep training, you'll get it." He says to the dazed man.
"I believe the mass of zombies are in a field, but the real danger is down a trail where our numbers will be limited."
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Post by Furyun on Oct 5, 2009 11:05:40 GMT -5
"My Chief," Fury mutters quietly while stroking his chin "we should take a small party to the west to capture one of these zombies before it joins the group, bring it to a holding aria away from camp."
Glancing quickly over the young warriors to see Kam shield bashing one of the larger men in the face.
"It will be good to have one in captivity to learn more about them."
Fury Hesitates, he doesn't want to sound ignorant to the others but he had yet too see an undead
adjusting his expression so rowan would notice, he continues
"because uh... THEY have never fought the undead"
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Post by Rowan on Oct 5, 2009 13:30:14 GMT -5
*A crooked smile grows on Rowan's face.*
"Ahh yes, all the fresh warriors. Well, from the times I have fought them in the kingdoms of Eryndor and around here, they are generally to dumb or weak to use shields or big weapons. The danger is if one kills you, you become one of them. Even all of us eternal warriors."
*Rowan strokes his beard and nods slightly to Fury letting him know he understood.*
"I dont think bringing one of ... them... here would be a good Idea. If it manages to kill any of us, then there will be two, then 4 and so on. We'll handle it like we do most fights." Rowan says as he loosens his belt tied flail.
"We'll smash them till the stop moving. Break thier skulls and take thier gold. If they have gold?"
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Post by edainme on Oct 6, 2009 10:24:57 GMT -5
"Ahh, to the west?" Her attentions shifted in that direction. Brows quirked momentarily as she thought something over, a grin flashing across her face. Weight was tossed forward, pulling her out of her seated position. Hand ran over the top of her head, smoothing back rebel strands of hair that refused to be pulled back.
"I'll be more than willing to join that fight. It sounds....intriguing." There was a hint of excitement behind her voice and a glint in her eye. While she was fresh into battle there was definite enthusiasm with her. Refocused on Fury when he brought up bringing one back to the camp. Remained silent at the notion, letting Rowan respond. A single nod of obedience, though a part of her wanted to see one before going into battle just as much as Fury did.
Contented sigh rolled out from deep in her chest as her shoulders rolled to work out the muscles. "So Warlord Militis will be leading this battle?" She was obviously still adjusting to the command in the Northern Steppes. If he wasn't to lead it, she assumed the Cheiftan would elaborate.
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Post by Furyun on Oct 6, 2009 15:05:34 GMT -5
The sky begins to darken as the strong winds bring in smooth grey clouds
*Furyun becomes defensive with the notion that he may endanger the encampment*
"Woh now, I never said we should bring one back here, I've seen what happens when young hunters foolishly bring back the offspring of savage beats to their homes"
*flashes of his past bring a slight pain to the demonic mark on his back, as Rowan chuckles knowing all well what Fury meant
"Far to the north we could make a cage to study the magic on the creature. Given enough time Ma'as could perhaps find a way to reverse the afliction if it were to take one of us"
*His tone dropping to a sad anger*
"It would be unforgivable to permanently loose one of us for a training exercise"
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Post by Rowan on Oct 6, 2009 17:28:31 GMT -5
"We can talk more about it at the open field battles tomarrow. My wound to my knee is better and I'll be fighting with everybody tomarrow."
*Rowan looks to the sky as he flexes his right knee with a small wince of pain*
"This snap of grey weather isnt helping the ache in my old bones..." The big chief laughs and he claps fury on the shoulder and points him back at the recruites.
"Get back to the spear lessions as those are good for fighting undead.... And Furyun, don't think on the past as much, concentrate on the now and the future."
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