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Name: Wil Ostberg, the Marshland Halberdier Race: Human Date/Time: 10 A.M.; Spring; The Next Morning Location: Land of the Titans Tagging: N/A Ost drew ever more closer to his prey. But he was growing short on pikes. Only two were left, and he dared not risk losing his prized halberd just yet...

Name: Wil Ostberg, the Marshland Halberdier Race: Human Date/Time: 10 A.M.; Spring; The Next Morning Location: Land of the Titans Tagging: N/A The battle had indeed been a glorious one. Legends would be made today, either in death or in victory. Ost had slayed many a Titan, to the point where...

Name: Wil Ostberg, the Marshland Halberdier Race: Human Date/Time: 10 A.M.; Spring; The Next Morning Location: Land of the Titans Tagging: N/A The banquet had soon come to an end, and the esteemed guests of the hour were hurried to their quarters for the night. Whilst the others had been...

Name: Wil Ostberg, the Marshland Halberdier Race: Human Date/Time: 10 A.M.; Spring; Morning Location: The King's Throne Room Tagging: @The Black Knight Not much else could be done, other than take a seat with everyone else. And so Ost did, although begrudgingly. The salted wounds inflicted...

Name: Wil Ostberg, the Marshland Halberdier Race: Human Date/Time: 10 A.M.; Spring; Morning Location: The King's Throne Room Tagging: @The Black Knight Ost took note of the hooded warrior that stepped between and the prince. He was indeed a visage of physical power, tucked beneath a soiled...

Name: Wil Ostberg, the Marshland Halberdier Race: Human Date/Time: 10 A.M.; Spring; Morning Location: The King's Throne Room Tagging: @The Black Knight To not punch the young prince in his flapping gums was a battle of the mind. He was far from presenting himself as someone that was even...

Name: Wil Ostberg, the Marshland Halberdier Race: Human Date/Time: 10 A.M.; Spring; Morning Location: The King's Throne Room Tagging: N/A The last few days had been eventful, to say the least. The Toblins had been stirring up quite a ruckus in the Marshlands, and Ost had been paid a fair sum...

Corporal David J. Coombs Coombs had made sure to capture every important detail regarding the plan. Once they hit planetside, it was his job to keep watch from the south to the south west. As simple as simple is, or so he thought. Hopefully the landing zone would be clear of any real threat...

Corporal David J. Coombs Yet another drop into the ass crack of Hell. Like many before, and like many to come. And Coombs was ready for what was about to happen. All his gear was in check. At least, that's what he thought. He'd sneak in a second look, but time was of a luxury at this point...

Fillaston fran Cavleton Gorion’s Tower Cavleton took note as his fellow compatriots introduced themselves one by one. He would have to remember their names, else he would come across as unprofessional. And he certainly didn’t want to be considered as lowly as a certain few individuals in the...

Fillaston fran Cavleton Gorion’s Tower Cavleton took a seat at the table, opposite to the elf. It seems the flyer he had picked up days ago had managed to attract a crowd of diverse characters, each unique in their own way and manner. At least, that is what he had determined from appearance...

Fillaston fran Cavleton Generic Tavern / Gorion’s Tower Cavleton could always find pleasure at the bottom of a glass of wine. These days, it seemed as if it were regular for him to binge from night to morning. The drink may have not been anything special, but it was at least there to keep him...

. SERGEANT DE BOER, CAMP LOGAN De Boer eyed up each and every individual as the formed a line right before him. Nothing too special, save for what could be the oldest corporal in the Army and a medic who looked as if he had better things to be doing, other than serve the Federal Republic. It...

. SERGEANT DE BOER, CAMP LOGAN It had only been a couple months since de Boer was promoted to Sergeant. His acts on SR-287 appeared to have garnished the attention of his superiors, and it seems they considered him worthy - or at the very least, ready - of commanding his own unit of troopers...

. SERVICE TO THE FLAG The mission was a simple one. Those extra briefings felt completely unnecessary when describing the task that needed doing. Basic enough for a Marine to comprehend. The 3rd Battalion would escort and support a company of Monty tanks so generously provided by the 1st...

Erald Wimstanton [ The Guild Infirmary | @Kylesar1 ] Gunny was unsure of his luck, having just landed him in an infirmary that just so happened to have a pirate skulking about. Last time he checked, pirates were the scum of the sea. Far too cunning to be trusted, pirates only lived to kill and...

Erald Wimstanton [ The Guild Infirmary | Open to Interaction ] Bandaged, battered, and bruised. Gunny was not in a desirable condition. He had only just awoken from his dance with death, unsure of how he came to be in the position that he found himself in. All he could remember was the attack...

Erald Wimstanton The Guild Hall - Courtyard It appeared that, despite his initial beliefs, that Gunny had seemingly gone unnoticed by this adversary of his. Perhaps these so-called ‘Death Knights’ were merely boasting about dick size without the evidence to back their claims up. Then again...

Erald Wimstanton The Guild Hall - Courtyard The arrival of the Death Knights was much sooner than previously predicted. Gunny thought that the Guild would have at least more shreds of time to prepare themselves. The reality was that they were completely taken by surprise and were barely ready...

Erald Wimstanton The Guild Hall - Courtyard Gunny had enjoyed the spare minutes he wasted away. Such precious moments would soon become a rarity, as the forces of those who opposed Albion and its principles were drawing nearer each passing hour. Gunny had spent enough time lazing about. Work...