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𓅐-Gʀʏᴘʜᴏɴ Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ-𓅐 @Viper Actual The inn-keep nods back to you, placing a tankard down in front of you on the bar top and filling it to it's brim with the house's ale - a thin, pale drink. "On me. Least I can do for all these...new patrons you've brought me," he comments, with a quick scan...

Lord Amias Defenses, Archers & Mercenaries Though it was his son that had led his army to war, Lord Amias had not been inactive back home in Sherfield. Having dispatched orders to prepare his lordship to both defend itself and continue to offend those enemies found along the Avonmark, he thought...

Castle Malleyeth "It is open! We have them!" Amias cried, spurring his horse roughly into a full gallop, holding his sword and shield high, hoping to protect himself from any bolts or arrows fired his way. He would be the first of the knights to depart from the treeline, dashing speedily toward...

Lord Amias The many events which had been sent into motion at the beginning of the previous week had begun to take effect. Lord Amias' opening move upon the Avonmark had been dealt with as much success as he could have hoped for - his men had razed all the Lethran bandits' riverside settlements...

A response from Baron Thorpe came early the next morning - Amias had dispatched in the last evening - which came as quite a surprise. Lord Amias had steeled himself to the notion that he would have to fight his allied houses for the sake of his king, but instead learned there was no need. Baron...

bumpy. ik I ghosted the last rp I ran but this is diff!!!

"Though many of us thought we'd gotten rid of the alien threat after killing the Uber Ethereal, it can now be clearly seen that we've not gotten rid of them all. The aliens must have another way of preserving their collective consciousness even after the...brain, is destroyed. They've left...

Lord Amias "No apology needed, Lord Declan. I understand your need to return home, and bid you good fare in your campaign in the Lethranland," Lord Amias would tell his father-in-law, upon his notification of him taking his leave. Little did Amias know that in the next days, he would receive...

Φ-Hᴏᴜsᴇ Gᴜʟᴀ-Φ Sending an envoy to the king can be done, but with Lord Phillipe having driven out the Skerrymen and conquering the whole of the Flamebay, it will be much more difficult. The previous overlords around Dregwall, the Hothwolds, were more permissive of Fyrdians moving along their...

"Dammit!" Sir Amias curses under his breath as Sir Rethon takes his leave. While it was true it was not Sir Amias' station to order a withdraw under such circumstances, on further reflection, fueled by panic after seeing their dark work begin on his younger brother, Sir Amias would give in, in...

Young Amias had been successful in retrieving his dagger, and thrashed the clansman no less than eight times before being dismounted. He is disarmed, and badly beaten, before being dragged to Lord Mallick, and taken hostage upon a hill. He offers the enemy no words, and tries his best not to cry...

"Agh! Get...Off!" Young Amias screams as he's grappled by a poor levyman, writhing within his grip. Desperately, he clutches at the dirk stowed on his horse - he reckoned it would be a better tool for this sort of encounter than the shortsword at his hip. Bucking his horse every which way, the...

Sir Amias watches as arrows are exchanged between his army and the enemy. The sky blackens, covered in the projectiles. Men are felled all around him, and his squire-brother even takes an arrow to his shield. Mallick's horsemen do not charge as Amias had hoped, instead, their full army begins to...

"Hold fast. We will allow Mallick's cavalry to make the first move, and engage them thusly. Once they are dealt with, we must focus our attentions on their northern flank - it would be folly to face the enemy head-on - he is known to outnumber us. We will defeat him in detail. Should the tides...

£-Aᴛᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ-£ You awaken to the usual vision out your large window of your harbor. Stationed directly outside is your small flotilla of personal cogs and other craft. In the larger part of the harbour, tradeships have already arrived early in the morning - some of the sigils you can make...

Following nearly two hours of deliberation, Amias would finally adjourn his war council without settling on any one strategy. He would give his knights strict orders to not take any action yet, and instead array themselves and their retainers at Holmfirth, in preparation to move out. During the...

General The Trader's Den reopened the next day; however, they notably no longer carry rifles, nor rifle ammunition, and will not trade in such commodities, though the traders and their Nomad guards are still well-equipped with such long-guns. It is clear that the Constabulary and Armory has...

Sacred Heights @Emerald "This IS our land!" the prisoner exclaims. "I lived in these woods even before the bombs! We've been fine all this time until you lot have damn near starved us out! You and the rest! We don't want your fuckin' hand-outs, we want you to piss off!" he shouts. None of the...

Sacred Heights @Emerald Your men takeover the settlement in minutes. The largest building is a shabbily constructed sweat lodge located in the center of the hamlet, and about two dozen small mudbrick and wooden huts surround it. You can't help but be somewhat impressed at the resourcefulness of...

Sacred Heights @Emerald Your soldier nods, and orders your SAW Gunner to cease fire, who begrudgingly obeys. As all of your men's guns fall silent, so does the enemy's. The militiaman whom had wished to ask for a surrender moves up, covering halfway the distance between yourself and the...