Fantasy Nations RP

[Chlegyr]

Location : ?

Even as Holinus asked the question, the edges of the white landscape began to shrink, peeling from the utter blackness of the water that lay beneath. Cracks spread and roared as the chunks melted into the infinite. The voice grew weaker, but was still audible, barely, over the chopping of a frozen ocean.

"The Old One seeks knowledge, what he seeks precisely I do not know, only that ancient powers long since buried should remain so..."

The swell of the sea is all encompassing, black water rushing through the now chasms of ice that had formed. Just within sight, Holinus could make out three colossal spires jutting from the sea, rising as though raised by some unknowable power. The only word Holinus could assign to the flood of emotion that came with those strangely familiar towers was dread.

"Say what you must. The Old One can easily destroy all of you if he thinks you will not yield."

The swell faded to black, as did his vision, and as soon as he could blink he found himself back in Verthill, in the arms of two of the mute guards of the Shaman and before the gates to the castle. As his vision returned he could see a lone figure standing at the gates, and immediately recognized him.

"Safe passage! No weapons! You promised!"

Looking back at the Shaman, whose eyes now glistened with a fury he hadn't previously seen in the old bag, he saw that the Old One did not like to be taken for a fool. Not one bit. Thinking back to the words of the now absent being that had previously guided him, he knew he had to intervene or the Shaman's anger and impatience would get the better of him. And the garrison.

 

[Easy]

Location: Verthill

"Ko-Azenn!" Sir Holinus was as surprised as anyone to hear the worlds 'Old One' leave his mouth in the orcish tongue, as he didn't even know any orcish, but it got the old shaman's attention. "If you mistreat him, the garrison will know you for a liar," he said. "They want to live, I'm sure of it... but they'd rather die fighting than die surrendering, and bloody your orcs while they're at it. But you've given them no cause to trust you, and you know it well. The Captain's just making sure of it, before they risk everyone else's lives. Isn't that right, Captain?" The last he called a great deal louder, making a point of addressing the shuffling figure at the gate.

"Aye, sir." The boy drew himself up, suddenly looking almost a commander despite the rags, with fury in his eyes. "Aye, that it is. And I can't bloody well go back now that you've told them all about it, can I? You pompous fool."

TAG: Stoney

 

[Chlegyr]

Holinus momentarily felt the grips on his arms tighten, as he spoke to the Shaman directly in front of him. As his tongue uttered the harsh syllables with perfect pronunciation, it seemed the Shaman was momentarily surprised. His head swiveled with a speed unexpected for a being his age, and the icy blue eyes unclouded by time locked onto the knight like some kind of hawk. His avian features only compounded the profound sense of being some kind of mouse stuck in the withering gaze of a predator.

His eyes pierced the Knight's, seemingly looking behind them as much as at them. He almost ignored the words being exchanged between the two men, but his glare seemed to slacken as the grip on his arms. He let out a snort, and turned to the hooded and rag covered man at the gate. He hummed, and seemed to weigh up the options before him.

"You... see... families unhurt." He spoke more quietly than the booming before, as he indicated back to the townspeople now settling around the bonfire. Their faces were distraught, to be sure, but none were bloodied, or showing any signs of maltreatment.

"Baron... still alive. Could have... killed, killed many orcs." He let the words come out slowly, clearly, hopefully conveying the meaning despite the barrier his speech imposed. He hated the feeling of being stifled by a language, and he resolved to learn more on how to speak properly. Perhaps there were books within the Castle.

"You have... other ...people in castle, not warriors. Shedding blood needless... unholy. Offends ...Ancestors." He exhaled, letting the breath fog up in front of him. These humans were a proud lot, hopefully they'd come to their senses before he made the entire lump of rock a tomb.

"What... you propose?"

 

[Easy]

Resnak threw back his hood, its purpose having been denied him, revealing the youthful face and its blue-white lightning eyes with all the rage simmering within them - and behind it, if one knew how to look for it, more than just a hint of fear. To his credit, though, it didn't seep into his bearing or tone any. "Like what as when you said, Old One," the young prodigy affirmed in clumsy orcish, perhaps more to show off his knowledge than out of any sense of practicality. If so, he overplayed his hand a great deal, for his pronunciation was as awkward as his conjugation was often redundant, having been wrestled from the library's dust-covered tomes and brittle parchments rather than forged from experience and practice. Even the most guttural of his syllables were tainted by the comparatively elongated, lazy-sounding vowels more common to now-defunct dialects from the Old Tribes of the south, and which, naturally, where characteristic to the accent with which native Eximians typically marked their speech in that tongue.

"You were saying safe traveling. My men don't not be-, beli-, don't not think you be telling true. One man himself alone first, without no blade. This it was-" he searched for the right word - "This it was as test, for you." His dignity was somewhat undermined in the telling when he used the wrong forms for 'men' and 'man', implying a relationship that was rather less than strictly professional and eliciting some amused smirks from the less well-disciplined of the orcs in earshot. That brought a flush to his face for a moment, but he bulled through it all the same, ending with a bit more defiance and a bit less fear in his eyes than he'd shown before. "I am wanting to going north. Safe traveling. Like as what when you said. Other humans be watching, seeing."

 

[Zapy97]

Current Location: Verschluss Sea
Characters: Altera
Altera contemplated the opportunity for a brief moment and then said, "Well I was going to just leave but a quick look around the cargo hold would be appreciated." Altera had completely forgotten her mission prior to this, but just now remembering what she was actually doing. She delighted in the fact that it appeared she could get a peak without opposition.
Tags: Easy

Current Location: Reichberg Corseinburg.
Character: Alexander VIII, Egon
The Kaiser sat down at his desk, Egon sitting in a seat in front of the desk. The Kaiser lit up a fat cigar and began, "You know why you are here Egon. Pulled away from your normal council duties." Egon replied in question, "why is this sir. What could you need of me." The Kaiser blew out a little smoke and continued, "I know there is war on the horizon, but we have a problem. They have weapons that could flatten us, we don't have the man power to adequately battle them. They have a small group of incredibly powerful individuals, of which we know little. I have come to the conclusion that we must get others under our banner. The limit I have discovered is our constitution which served us well and saved us from war. It has stopped me from bringing in Allenstein Island which as you know is our subject nation. Doing so would have ousted the king which I will not do, our constitution also unfairly favors Corseinburg while the Highlands are neglected. Let me show you what I am talking about."

Alexander stood up and was followed by Egon over to the wall. Alexander pulled a sheet off of a map on a board which showed both Oberlands, and Galadon. Alexander began "you see perhaps if we can make it reasonable enough for the Vrykals to join us we can then bring them into a new union containing us and our western brothers. I will need this constitution to have enough incentives to entice our neighbors to join it. Keep the process quiet for now. I don't want the mainstream council catching word of this, include some democracy in it but this will require power for kings." Egon nodded to the Kaisers quiet voice while he listened.
Tags: My self WOOOH

Current Location: Tassarden Motor Factory, East Oberland
Characters: Tassarden
He passed back and forth in his new factory a few days after his motorcycle had its debut. He had been put in charge of an old carriage company that had gone bankrupt and was saved by the Kaiser. The entire factory was undergoing refit to be able to produce motorcycles. He had made several improvements to the overall design but it still lacked power it needed to get up to accelerate to the speeds he desired. He sent for his old books on Oberlandish and East Oberlandish mechanical magic, which were still in the West Oberland Republic. He had read the books in his childhood, he was sure there was some thing he could use in one of them.
Tags: Myself Perhaps?

Current Location: Serenn Galmar Street, "Johannes fine Cigar Emporium"
Character: Johannes Schmidt
Using the time he had Johannes often probed the minds his customers beginning to learn the ins and outs of the city. The criminal organizations, trade companies and the guard patterns. He had begun to spike the cigars with a tasteless colorless barely detectable hyper addictive drug which was unknown in the Vasa Ascendancy. Crypsolace had a profound impact on the minds of people who were around the person smoking which would cause them to subconsciously seek a source of the drug. Other than that it had very little affect on those who smoke it or second hand smoke it.
Tags: Who cares.

 

[Easy]

Miranda brought her captain below decks along with the admiral, allowing her to see what she pleased and tolerating whatever tentative, hopeful and variously subtle attempts at finding any hidden secrets she cared to make. In the end, of course, and after somewhat more time than Miranda herself would have liked, it was clear that there really was nothing in the cargo hold excepting just the sort of commodities they had claimed: grain, silk, ale, wine, salted meats and the like. "No doubt the prisoners are quite waterlogged now," she eventually remarked. "If the Admiral would like, I will of course have them pulled up and returned to her ship along with her noble person. We will be given safe passage, I trust?"

 

[Zapy97]

Current location: Verschluss sea
Character: Altera
Following the two Vasans Altera took quick glances at most of the cargo except for boxes of long narrow shape large enough to hold possibly stolen guns or cannon barrels. The trip down was no more than ten minutes until she was finished, responding to Miranda's remark she said "Yes let us return to the deck." With which she began walking towards the nearest cargo hold entrance.
Tags: Easy

 

[Chlegyr]

The Shaman stared at the hooded man, tilting his head a fraction of an inch, his diplomatic front giving away to that of passive curiosity. What was the young one up to? The bad orcish did not seem to phase or amuse him as much as the other Orcs in attendance, it would after all be rather hypocritical to criticize the human after his own excruciating rendition of Eximian. Instead he wondered. He doubted the scholar would do much damage going North, being immediately captured by scouts or warriors from the main expedition as he was almost certainly going to be.

Perhaps this was some attempt to rally support from neighboring villages or holdfasts he still presumed to be occupied by his kinsmen? Likely not. And yet, what harm?

"Go then", he replied in terse Eximian, as he nodded towards his guards who simultaneously half pushed and half shoved Holinus towards the opened castle gates.

"Decision by first light."

The hunters seemed to watch Resnak carefully, arrows half notched and ready for the act of treachery they thought was coming. It was after all in the nature of these pale men to deceive and betray, such was the reason why the Orcs had been forced to enter the Frostfound Mountains in the first place, after the trust of the peaceful nomads of these southern plains were killed.

 

[Easy]

Resnak did not move. "Horse." He demanded. "Am needing horse. Them they be knowing I am be going free with one a horse. Else otherwise being fighting, blood. Much blood. We are having walls and also iron and also much strong medicine." In point of fact, it was actually rare to find the term 'medicine' ('shurat') used as a general term to refer to application of the arcane arts these days, and it was mostly reserved for reference to older fields of study from the days of the old Southern tribes, but the Captain of the Guard had no way of knowing that. He played what he thought was his trump card. "Needless. Just only one horse, and without being no blood."


Location: Verschluss Sea

Back on the deck of the Pelican, the anchor and attached corpses were hauled up and spilled onto the boards at Miranda's command, with the cold and pale bodies untied and dumped at the admiral's feet. "By your leave," the old woman said, preparing to cast a spell to send the lot of them back to their own.

TAG: Zapy

 

[Zapy97]

Current location: Verschluss Sea
Character: Altera
Once again Altera was returned to her flag ship in a teal mist. The Corpses of the traitors were at her feet she looked at them with disgust and hate. She called her ships to turn around and return home to port. The bodies were tied to empty barrels and left to float for carrion birds to feast on.
Tags: Easy

 

[Tag_Ross]

Location: Fort Wormwood, Wormwood Hill, Forestwood

There was no announcement of his arrival, no Lords and Ladies attempting to enter his good graces, only an empty court with a man looking down upon him, this was something Emyr would always be unaccustomed to. "I expected something more lavish, grand festivities, beautiful women, great entertainers, and the emperor of Highgate."

Keith Brynmor, Lord of the hill, was one of the few people who could make Emyr feel small without angering him, his only true friend and the only man he could trust. "Say that any louder and all the spies will hear you. The dangers of the road have seen to it that Emperor Ailill will not be making an appearance outside of Highgate."

The annoyance clearly showed upon Emyr's face, "Why would you let me come across the Great Green Lake if the emperor won't show himself?"

Keith was, however, more in check of his emotions, as he calmly lowered himself from his seat and walked towards Emyr, "Do not worry yourself, I have a way to contact the emperor right now, a way that will ensure no spy will learn what we have to say to each other."

Emyr smiled, "Good, let him know I mean business."

Keith fell to his knees, his eyes turning red as blood slowly spilled down his face, Emyr fearing what caused his host's bleeding backed away towards the door but before he had made any distance Keith stood up, the blood climbing back into his eyes, "Ailill wants to know how far you're willing to go for his aid."

Emyr, still afraid of what he just witnessed stared at Keith, "I-I would go beyond the edge of existence to rid the world of those who make mockery of me."

Keith approached Emyr then whispers in his ear "Then you're going to have to do something that will pain you very much, you will have to end the life of the man who has caused your current set of problems, once your father is dead you will succeed him, only then can Highgate come to your aid."

Pushing Keith of him Emyr's fear worsened, "I can't kill my father, he may be the source of most my problems, but he is still King-Under-The-Leaves, an assassin couldn't get close to him without being shackled and escorted by a dozen guards. How am I supposed to touch him without being executed for Patricide and Regicide? Killing him myself would only bring about a war of succession where my sister has the best claim, and I will not let that Lowlord Tranter husband of hers sit on the throne which is by all rights mine."

Keith did not stop to think about his response, "If your father lives Ailill cannot help you, your father doesn't trust him, but he does trust the Silvers and Tranters, if you plan to destroy your enemies you have to destroy all who would oppose you, once you are King-Under-The-Leaves, your enemies will have to bow to you, you will undoubtedly have the support of Talltrees, Wormwood hill, and Highgate, the Caravan will oppose you, but they still have problematic history with the Hayes family, if we can tug at their strings they will forsake their newfound bonds to the Tranters, with no other allies The Dwarf-forest will deny them aid. All that is needed to rid us of your enemies is a new king on the throne, you must have faith in me, in the empire, in the path that leads before you, it is not the church that has led you astray."

Angered that Keith said nothing to ease the fears that vexed him Emyr shouted, "NONE IF THAT WILL MATTER IF I'M ARRESTED FOR MURDER!"

Keith laid his hand upon Emyr's shoulder, "All you need is a little faith, if you seek power the path before you will lead to it, all you must do is follow the path faithfully and you will receive it. Do not worry about how you must kill him you will see the opportunity when it comes."

Keith watching as Emyr clutched his shoulder, still wavering beneath the task before him, "All you need is faith, and if that's not enough Ailill is willing to show you he means to go all the way, he has dispatched an attack on a small group from the silver caravan led by the younger Tranter."

Emyr suddenly stopped at these words, still clutching his shoulder he looked up at Keith, "Darren, dead, can you ensure it?"

Keith smiled at his work at calming the prince, "I'll send a force of my own to see to it. But you must succeed your father soon, if word reaches your father that Highgate attacked the caravan there will be war between Highgate and Forestwood, the path is laid before you, now you must have faith and walk, go home my prince end your father's reign so a new era can begin without the Silver Caravan."

 

[Tirin]

Location: The Road to Caravan's Clearing, Forestwood

Two days after making his deal with Luscar - and having found that the Emperor had been right in suspecting that the package would not be delivered to Luscia on time - Izlude and Giland had left for Forestwood, cloaked in illusions to make their passage less eventful. Shining, well-kept plate was replaced by tarnished, dented armor, while chipped swords substituted for some of the finest blades of the Vasan armory, and the faces of the Second and Eighth were hidden by the visors of their helmets. Of course, their disguises would be unnecessary (a hindrance, even) once they reached Caravan's Clearing to speak with the Lord of the Roads about the misplaced delivery, but looking like little more than bedraggled soldiers or mercenaries on the road would make the two unappealing targets for both bandits and political adversaries.

For the most part, Izlude stayed silent on the journey, having requested that Giland do the talking - which, the Second had noted, Miranda would be informed of his performance in. Their objective was to learn the circumstances surrounding the delivery's disappearance, report them to Luscar, and follow up by finding and retrieving it by any means necessary. No stone was to be left unturned in the search, and they had Luscar's blessing to impersonate, torture, or kill very nearly anyone in Forestwood if it would bring them a step closer to success. Furthermore, the recovery of such an important artifact would help Giland develop his skills further, and give him the experience necessary to begin working on his own.

TAG: Easy, Tag Ross

 

[Chlegyr]

The very crude threat fell quite flat on the old shaman. Although the fascinating ramifications of his use of such ancient Orcish intrigued him to no end, and provided a hopeful outlook to what he might find in the library later, he nonetheless shot the man a very unimpressed look as he clutched his staff, pointing it back to the keep.

"Have horse in keep. Big horse, strong horse. Could eat if get lost on way East."

 

[Easy]

The word for "East" drew a sharp look from Resnak, who had admittedly mean to use it himself, and declared himself northbound only by mistake; but how did the Shaman know that? Merely by intuition, perhaps, as the path East led to human lands instead of freezing wastelands and disparate outposts. Then again, perhaps Holinus had been talking. Not that the knight was disloyal, to his knowledge, nor even entirely foolish, but then... something had been done to the man, after he was felled on the wall. Now, however, he stood strong, and the sight of his ravings by their ritual fire was far from forgotten. "Take me with you," the knight blurted, but his Captain only glared.

Slowly and apparently without enthusiasm, the boy took a couple of steps back from the gate, then brought two fingers to his mouth and whistled harshly. The Baron's freakish huge destrier perked up his ears at the sound and galloped over at speed, stopping by the man at the gate to whinny and look around suspiciously for the sight of its master. As he looked away, the boy took a deep breath, and vaulted bravely over the giant creature's neck, to land squarely in the saddle on its back.

Here, it became apparent that the old shaman had made a mistake of his own in the translation; good horsemeat was not to be left to waste, especially not in the eyes of a butcher's son like Resnak, but the armored beast called Monster was, true to its name, far more liable to eat him. Just slightly taller than most young men of peasant stock, his feet hung a good foot's distance above the stirrups of the Baron's saddle, and only copious desperate acrobatics kept his nimble frame from being thrown to the ground and, presumably, trampled to bits, as the warhorse bucked and screamed, and tossed. Excepting the Baron, everyone who had ever tried to handle the beast before had come away with more bones than they had approached him with, or fewer pounds of flesh. Galiatus had beaten him into submission with those enormous hands of his, and in these days only needed a light tap on the head (for him) to discipline Monster whenever his steed grew restless. The Captain tried to take a hand from the stirrups to emulate this practice, and found himself thrown over the other side in a heartbeat. Somehow, he swung back up and around in a full circle, but that ended all thought of that action. With hard jerks, he wheeled the frothing behemoth into facing approximately down the road to the town gate, and kicked him into a charge.

"Open the gates!" He screamed, more weightless than not, dragged through the air by the hands on the stirrups. Holinus was shouting to him, and orcs to either side shouting something he could not spare the time or thought to interpret, and rapidly approaching in the distance was the massive town gate that a group of orcish warriors was struggling to lift open. He thought for sure that they wouldn't open it far enough, and he'd collide into the bars as the horse went under - or worse, that Monster would stop and reign up, throwing him, and then break him into paste on the cobblestones as he fell. He was more fortunate. A spiked bar whispered through his hair as he ducked through at full tilt, and the orcs in the center released the gate and vaulted clear just as they passed, splattering mud from the ditch as they landed. Behind him there was a pained yelp as the gate, suddenly dropped, came to ground on another one's foot - and then it was the East road, and freedom, and the desperate hope that he wouldn't tire out before Monster did. From the towers, the garrison watched as he rode clear into the night, and disappeared.

 

[Tag_Ross]

Location: Road to Luscia/Caravan's Clearing.

Callum had been searching the forest for other survivors since sunrise to no avail. Hungry and tired he made his way back to the wreckage to find two men in battered armor studying the remains of the wagons.

Fearing what they may be after he cautiously approached with a knife, "who do you serve?" He called out to the two.

TAG: Tirin, Easy

 

[Zapy97]

Current Location: Tassarden Motor Plant
Character: Tassarden
Tassarden had read through all of his old books on the mechanical magic of the East Oberland. The concept was there but he had no idea where the special materials where supposed to come from except some nondescript mine mentioned to be in the high lands. Calling his assistant into his office, while preparing a chair for him. "I need you to go into the public records committee and look for mines closed between the highlands rebellion and the Behodrung uprising, look for the causes of the closure. I don't think we are looking for ordinary mine closures, look for something like 'Insufficient market' or 'lack of demand.' Those will be our best bet." His assistant nodded and left the building. Tassarden returned to his office window watching his workers cranking out motor cycles at a breakneck pace for the Oberland's army.
Tags: Myself

Current Location: Reichberg
Character: Alexander Corsan VIII
His office doors were thrown open drawing his attention came a huffing messenger boy with a note in his hand. The boy was quite nervous as this was his first time seeing the Kaiser in person. He left the note on the Kaiser's desk and he turned around to leave when the Kaiser said "Halt, you did nothing wrong." Smoking a cigar the Kaiser read the note and reread it, he couldn't believe his eyes. "Call Paul Bäumer here immediately, here is note so he will know it is me. He should with the first panzer Korps out side the city on patrol. If not he is at the Panzer Korps barracks which is the one with all of the Panzers in many rows in front of it." Alexander quickly wrote down a note to his cousin and handed it to the boy. The boy ran out of the room faster than he had ever run in his life. The Kaiser returned to his paper after the guards closed the door behind the boy.
Tags: My Face

 

[Easy]

Location: Road to Luscia/Caravan's Clearing.

The taller of the two travelers studied Callum for half a moment. "Whom, good hunter," he answered in faultless Elven, amiably enough despite the touch of reprimand. "But you mistake us. I am called Lyal, and my brother here is Lothas. The two of us serve no-one, hold no grudges, count no enemies, and so are friends to all the world, every bit as reliable in the end as we seem untrustworthy at first. As free men we wander the land freely, to see all of our good friends, and often find that they are troubled. Out of the goodness of our hearts do we deign to aid them with these troubles, and the good friends press gifts of gold and silver upon us for our selfless generosity... yet all our coin is spent, for we found many poor tavern-owners and down-on-their-luck young seamstresses along our way, all friends of ours who needed it most dearly.

"Now our hearts tell us that we should sell these meager suits of armor, and haggle like fishwives over a price for our dear, hungry horses, and yet-" he nudged a broken carriage-wheel with his toe, accidentally toppling it in the process - "and yet we are cursed with the soft hearts of women, that will not allow us to simply pass the road by any place where some friend of ours so clearly is in need of our help." The mercenary's words flew readily from his tongue, with an ease and a dramatic flair that suggested he had often made this speech before, and a perfection of enunciation that seemed almost strange, coming from what was apparently a bedraggled sellsword, lacking as it was in the flavor of the commons

"But enough about us; tell us your story, friend." He half-lifted his visor in salute, revealing only an easy smile on elven features before dropping it again. "Come, wipe the butter off that thing and join us for the nonce. We've good, northern mead enough to go around - a gift from some grateful innkeepers, to be sure - whilst you tell us just what it was that happened in this place. Lothas here will make a fire for the night, and we've a couple of fresh-caught rabbits to roast on it. Show us you can skin them better than he can, and you're surely welcome to share." The tall suit of armor bowed slightly, his gestures somehow suggesting that behind the mask, he was smiling still. In truth, he was. Giland of Aquevis was especially pleased with himself for the speech, most especially the part where he'd roped Izlude into gathering the firewood for them. With Giland doing all the talking for this mission, it was only a matter of time before either the older man's pride or his professionalism gave way. He was quite looking forward to seeing which went first.

TAG: Ross, and Tirin.

 

[Zapy97]

Current Location: Oskar's Behodrung hunting headquarters East Oberland
Character: Oskar
Oskar sat down at his desk to reflect on his last mission while smoking a cigar. After what seemed like hours and hours he read a message which was a tip off of the location of a Behodrung camp located in the Highlands. A map leading to the camp was enclosed in the envelope. The message had no markings to identify the sender. Oskar had no other leads to follow, so he said to himself "Why not."

Getting up from his desk he picked up his field gear and left his headquarters. Looking out in the street as he locked the door, the people were alight with what seemed inspiration and energy. There were kids playing in the street there were soldiers patrolling while chatting gladly. Oskar walked over to the tram stop and waited for the tram to take him to the train station.
Tags: My self

Current Location: Reichberg front step
Characters: Alexander VIII, Paul and Paul's panzer crew
The clattering of the panzer one came forward as Paul stood in the commanders copula looking at the Kaiser waiting on the curb of the road. The panzer came to a stop allowing Paul got out on top of the panzer. Paul got down off the restive panzer shaking the hand of his cousin. Looking at Alexander VIII he asked "What is the matter that got you so worked up over a Behodrung encampment. surely it is something the infantry or grenadiers can handle." Alexander handed Paul the intelligence packet he had gotten that got him so worked up. Speaking to Paul he said "Apparently they might be ahead of us in armor technology." Paul read the report quickly, then looked at pictures of what appeared to be a very large panzer with quite a large cannon. Paul looked at the Behodrung panzer which didn't seem to have a boiler or any external steam drive. Looking at Alexander he said "that isn't possible, surely this must be a some sort of Behodrung trick to get us all worked up or something. I mean surely we have the only panzers in the world." Swallowing hard he handed the intelligence to gunner who listening to the conversation from an open hatch on the side of the turret. Alexander replied to Paul "Engage the panzer with your division take along a few of the large steam gun carriages. If the improved puckle guns can't penetrate its armor surely the large cannon can. We need to know what drives that monstrosity and hopefully replicate it." Paul nodded, quickly remounting his panzer. Ordering his panzer forward which caused it to start moving slowly down the road toward the panzer korps barrack.
Tags: Myself

 

[Tag_Ross]

Location: Road to Luscia/Caravan's Clearing.

He wasn't the best speaker of the Elven language, but life with the caravan had thought him many things he never thought he'd learn, the second most widespread tongue was one, though he hadn't expected to use it near the Vasa Ascendancy, after all the Averian language is considered a dialect of the Eximian language.

He didn't know if he could trust them, they surely weren't from Highgate, followers of the single path tend to seek and horde power, not give it out freely as these men claimed; nor were they from Wormwood, they wouldn't have cared enough to lower his guard; he didn't trust their benevolent claims, feeling the speech was almost prepared beforehand, something was off about these two, Lyal and Lothas, but the promise of food was tempting, most of the food was ruined in the attack, he was saving what was left for the journey home, not that it would last that long.

Even armed Callum could tell he posed no threat to the two and lowered his knife, he approached the men and reached out to accept the rabbits.

With his inexperienced tongue he said, "Callum, my name is Callum, I work for the Silver Caravan, we were delivering a package when we were attacked two nights ago by soldiers from Highgate and Wormwood Hill, I've been looking for other survivors since the next morning but all I've found were horses and dead friends." At least he thought he did.

 

[Zapy97]

Current location: Tassarden motor plant
Character: Tassarden
Tassarden's assistant had to returned with a map marked with the mines closed with suspicious reasons. Tassarden had prepared his specially modified motorcycle with a more powerful steam engine and side car for his assistant. An extra load of coal prepared for the trip across the Oberland's Highlands.
Tags: My future self