Rowan
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Only by death of sword will I get into heaven!
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Post by Rowan on May 27, 2009 8:22:01 GMT -5
"Im not interested in gold... You have confused me messanger. You come here asking for me, to make one blank offer with0out any explaination as to what you want... THEN you are so rude as to leave before were done?"
*Rowan stands also*
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Post by Syrano on May 28, 2009 8:13:49 GMT -5
"Shatar is looking for hired soldiers to defend the keep of Mittelmarch. I thought I had made this clear. I asked of you what you want, yet you vear off saying you want left alone and you talk of friends....I must have found the wrong camp. I thought mercenaries lived here, but I guess I was wrong. You speak of rudeness like a woman, I'm here talking warrior to warrior."
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Post by Ska'ar Wulfsiger on May 28, 2009 16:19:49 GMT -5
The pirate lord eyes the large death jester apologetically for the dart.
Can't be too careful, friend. I thought you might be a Black Orc. I should know better, they aren't discreet enough to slip up on me unbeknownst. As for the Jovian, I think he's capable of acquiring at least a head start out of our lands, it would be unbecoming of our Chieftain to kill a diplomat without some warning and sport involved.
Wulf chuckled at the thought of the emissary from Llorac that attempted to convince Rowan that he and his tribes should surrender their lands and become subservient to the kingdom. What a mighty fine skull now hangs from the Dragoon war banner at their encampment.
However, what you say is true, it would be a pity that for personal reasons our Chieftain were to pass up an opportunity to profit. Jovians, Mittelmarch, it makes little difference to me whom I fight. I keep my friends few, and my allegiances even fewer. I'm sure there would be enough men of these lands willing to negotiate their loyalties for the right price...however, it seems my brother has quite a smile on his face as if he's done something vile...it seems you've caused me to miss something, friend.
The pirate throws a call like a wolf howling in the distance to signal his presence to Furyun and Ragnarus, without necessarily alerting the others inside. Upon having Fury's attention, he waves him over.
There is much to be discussed here...indeed.
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Post by Syr Kaigar Vegulfr Lodbroksonr on Jun 1, 2009 11:50:42 GMT -5
**Mod Hat**
PLease keep OOC comments out of the IC areas. This board is for In Character Roleplay. If you need to discuss the RP with one of the other participants, please do wo in the "Random" area, or through other means, such as private messages.
On a final note, any further acts of "power playing" or "meta gaming" will result in a deletion of that post.
This is supposed to be fun guys. Let's keep it that way.
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Rowan
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Post by Rowan on Jun 1, 2009 15:25:17 GMT -5
"Then I guess our discussion is finished messanger. I will speak for my Dragoon brothers and for my savages in that we won't side with you for 'da gold coin."
*Rowan streches and lets his anger drain.*
"I try to be a man of honor, so as I say, I will not harm you leaving. Tell you'ze king that the steppes wont join a kingdom like 'da one tryin' to kill us off right now. If he want ta send 'da conter offer I'm not hard to find."
*With that Rowan motions to the door.*
((If you leave, Rowan will escourt you to the edge of the general area and bid you safe travel... if not we can continue this! hehe))
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Post by Furyun on Jun 6, 2009 21:12:44 GMT -5
The battle that followed at the steppes of Middlemarch left everything decimated and the losses heavy.
Anvil, King of Dunland Leader of the Alliance, mortally wounded after the castle walls were destroyed by Tofu Shogunate explosives. As the king was dying the people began to scatter as the Jovian troops poured out of the walls. Fortunately the Shogunate had placed paid assassins within the ranks of the Jovians who took the advance of the charge as the opportunity to assassinate the general.
In the chaos the scouts who had been sneaking into the castle through the sewers was able to locate Anvil's daughter. With her help and the help of another shogunate paid Jovian mercenary she was able to escape the city... only to be stabbed in the back while fleeing by the last Jovian standing. (OOC. Goblin's character)
The calm came, as the wounded and surviving members of both teams regathered, and the Bad Wolf Company went into action. They were able to strike a bargain with the new commanding officer of the Jovians to help them keep control of Middlemarch in return for them leaving the Northern steppes alone. When mixed into the ranks of Jovians the double cross began, an even number of fighters lined up and the battle countdown began the when the BWC convinced the northern steppes fighters and friends to defect to the Alliance (OOC, 6 in all) earning a large sum of shogunate explosives and steel as planned. The final battle was a well deserved slaughter.
Jovain gold was shared the spoils divided and the land of Middlemarch was returned to its people.
(OOC, if I missed anything please add too it)
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Post by Ska'ar Wulfsiger on Jun 7, 2009 16:13:37 GMT -5
The pirate lord stood smiling as the small caravan bearing the Bad Wolf logo exited the lands of Mittelmarch. He bowed to Shogun Masamune, arrangements having been made for transport of steel and explosives to the Northern Steppes in their efforts against the Black Orc and Llorac Kingdom's villainous alliance. He felt the winds of change sweeping over the Land between the Lands. Mittelmarch free, next the Northern Steppes. It was a good day. He happily grabbed his horn and jumped onto the back of the last wagon as the group left toward the treacherous mountain passes that the decimated and morale-stricken forces of Jov would never dare pursue them through...nor any ambitious men of the now liberated but equally decimated Mittelmarch. The Northern Steppes seemed again to be secure from outside forces and could focus its attention once more upon the thorns which grew within its own lands: Llorac! Wulf muttered to himself as he took in the scene of waving friends behind the caravan.
While many in Llorac may still be feasting this day on the blood of our brothers, the people of Mittelmarch may well be singing the praises of those of the Northern Steppes. Many will come to our aid once their wounds have been nursed. It is only a matter of time before Llorac falls...only a matter of time.
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