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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall

« on: August 29, 2011, 12:54:26 am »

((Sorry for the delay, got busy and delayed.))

Aidan watched the going on, noting the trickery and pride targeting the others did.  Many a warrior from his homeland held such weaknesses as well.  Target their pride, tarnish their honor by insulting their ability, and you could draw much valor-but also much folly.  His order had trained him to lead, and he had learned the risks of such things.  He had heard murmurs and rumors of what the black mage had, and believed that forcing his use in this way was a risk beyond drawing from a warrior who's wounded pride would recover and possibly improve them.

However, it was their best bet, and he didn't believe that such a small task would much affect one so old and powerful.  Even if he was wary, his people respected power of all varieties, and raised the masters of such things to heights sometimes above their realistic capabilities.  His eyes watched the landscape passing by, wondering what threats lay ahead.  Even if his homelands forts were of much different design strengths, as well as what many barbarians would scoff and call inferior technology, they shared many features.  Such tunnels were purpose built to smuggle the important people out if there was no point or honor in the fight, or to smuggle supplies in, or even to smuggle out raids of soldiers who could use ambush and guerrilla warfare to exact a telling toll on the enemy before fading back into the shadows.

He knew well that this tunnel, unless forgotten by time, would likely have pickets with an easy alarm system.  Likely they could seal it, but the seals were weaker than the surroundings.  They likely could dig out the rubbing if they were careful, but it would slow them down and likely they would be forced into a fuller force.  He also had seen magic was far more common in these lands, and had known of one fortress in his homeland who had been enchanted by a mage trapped during the siege.  The spells that may be woven could be dangerous, for in a confined space there would be no room to move away from torrents of flame, enchanted vines, or other horrors he likely could only have nightmares of.

To this point, he quickened his step, coming nearer to Nicholas.  "Penswyddog, I am sure you already have had such thoughts, but what is our plans when it comes to taking out guards before they can raise alarm, as well as any traps-magic or otherwise.  Assuming they could collapse the tunnel, we could always dig through-even if they collapse a large stretch, the ground would be softer and easy to dig aside.  However, the blades of men are not my concern, as Haiden and <War God Name TBA> watch over me."  He did a semi chest beat salute with the last bit, then continued.  "I know I am not to question your plans before they are revealed in full, but do you have all this accounted for?"

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall OOC

« on: August 24, 2011, 01:42:09 am »

According to the original post, the histories can be outright lies, they're just the tale that gets told as a generic if asked.   Was tempted to do geneology style name to that, but that seemed a bit too boring >.>

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall OOC

« on: August 23, 2011, 07:21:32 pm »

It should be noted that a number of merchants do run regular trades to Dalradia.  They spread rumors it's an excessively risky trip, with my people being infamous(Wrongly ) among those in the know for raiding caravans and picking them clean.  However, merchants go there to trade armor and weapons and buy fine gold jewelry(Religious craft, right draco?) to sell back home.  Likely quoting danger to triple the true value of both

This means while not a stream of it, there is travel and activity, as well as trade of ideas and language most likely.  So, picking it up in a western area wouldn't be unlikely even if he had never ventured there.  I doubt it would of been of particular much use though, but it wouldn't be unheard of for our languages to trickle out with a few teachers.

Just to clarify for any needed references.

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall OOC

« on: August 22, 2011, 02:33:48 am »

My comment was to the people who obviously didn't understand what Nicholas had referenced to about an old back door from when the place was built.  Never said it wasn't gonna be a tricky choice, just that the plan wasn't to have powder keg catapults hit the walls

As far as magic, my characters a warrior specialized in group enhancement Ki, so I'll leave that to you.  The second priest I have acquired who will hopefully make her profile soon probably isn't much of a magic weaver either, so let's hope Acan can do it.

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall OOC

« on: August 21, 2011, 10:05:00 pm »

I feel a moderate history lesson needs mentioned.

Nicholas said stuff about a back door and how a well designed fortress has one.  This refers to a secret passage and tunne that goes from the inside of the fortress to a ways out.  The primary purpose of this is two fold, to smuggle supplies in, as well as to send out elite skirmisher crews to raid the enemy.  In case of larger armies who surround, and have good area patrols, these tactical points become less useful.  It can be dangerous to launch raids if the army may find the door, and the ability to ambush is mainly used to hit the enemy during lulls in their attendance, striking hard when they are at there blindest.

This means for an army this large and organized, such ports are normally there but unused, often times guarded as a liability or even collapsed at points.  However, it's a back door built for fun lovers like us

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall

« on: August 21, 2011, 07:30:16 am »

Aidan followed quietly, listening to the camp and those around him.  His eyes carried around, alert to all the foriegners as his body swayed with each step.  Battle would be soon, he could smell the anticipation in the air.  He smirked as Fiona came up, chuckling coarsely.  "Soon yes, we'll hopefully have some fun quite soon.  Please, aim for the enemy lines though.  I'm sure they'll be easy targets given the fact none of these barbarians have ever seen a womens body before."

He kneeled down and picked up two packs, switching his spear to his shield hand and throwing the two over his other shoulder.  "I can take his.  I need a bit of extra weight to carry around anyways."  He grunted, standing as one side held a large heavy shield over a meter in diameter and thick wood, plus a spear, his other weighted by two unevenly held packs he positioned to stay on but to push his endurance a bit more.

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall

« on: August 19, 2011, 10:25:32 pm »

Aidan had followed Nicholas on a long march through these lands, his equipment tied to his body by various leather harnesses to use as weight training across the long march.  They had followed the army to this large fortress, an impressive edifice high on the hill of unfeeling stone that stared condescendingly down upon the pitiful ants that sought to claim it's walls.  The towering edifices were impressive, but the awe of such great fortresses had faded by now.  Be it walls of wood and earth of his home or mountains of stone of these lands-the tactics to make them fall was always the same.

The camp was obviously led by practiced soldiers, for they worked efficiently and effectively at surrounding and entrenching the fortress upon arrival.  The chain of command allowing for quick duties, and making sure even new recruits had the skills to correctly dig latrines and setup tents while more experienced individuals dug into the fortress outside arrow distance to create siegeworks that completely sealed all exits while maintaining a defense network for those monitoring movement.  The work was impressive, and he had a general understanding even if some of the local barbarian traditions weren't done by his own men.

It was effective work, but for now he stood near the command tent.  His shield rested on the ground, hard packed from numerous feet pounding along it, it's painted surface flashing with numerous colors in the torchlight.  His sword was attached to his lower back by a harness and sheath, cover by his cloak as his knees had him knelt and bent, his short spear held in hand and leaned against his shoulder.

Bathed in flashing shadow and light of the torches was his bare body, open to the elements besides the cloak.  His skin had patterns of holy paint upon it, divine protection enhancing his physique and defending him with the god of wars hand.  He muttered silently, listening to the group around him as he contemplated what may come.  He was in a distant land fighting foriegn wars, but would be happy to finally get into battle.  His mind drifted inward as his senses stayed outward, tactically viewing what may happen by night end. 

He jolted up as Nicholas came out, standing and pulling up his shield as he walked by.  His body became much more visible as he turned, the heavy cloak flying up a little as he silently followed the commander.  Twould be a long night.

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall OOC

« on: August 19, 2011, 05:58:59 pm »

Pft, I get the acting thing.  I personally take a taste towards variety even in play groups.  Getting into other people's shoes and developing strong MPD is a spice of life I don't like to pass up

I'll hopefully get through other people's posts soon, and get a relationship chart of my own up.  Someone else was supposed to show up, a female warrior from the war party I was with, but seems she's lagging behind(Kitsune have such horrible timing, right Krozam? ).  Yay for naked men and women carving bloody paths through peasant populations!

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall OOC

« on: August 19, 2011, 04:27:41 am »

I need to read the other profiles and ponder relations when my head is clearer.  Need to figure out who gets to be excluded from Ki auras because they're a northern barbarian who relies on flimsy steel for armor *nods*

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The Wings of Hall / Re: [RPG] The Wings of Hall OOC

« on: August 19, 2011, 02:23:10 am »

Name: Aidan Donovan am Delian
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Race: Human(of the lands of Tylwythau Treftadaeth Etifedd)
Appearance: Aidan stands around 6'2 with a well toned form and bright blond hair.  He tends to wear a heavy cloth cloak and a couple leather harnesses, but otherwise is completed naked and bare to he world, his body covered in tribal paint patterns that grants him divine protection and ability.  He carries a large round shield made with a dense wooden core framed by steel, the center painted with a war banner of his order.  He also has a carved wooden spear tipped with a simple steel tip, and 3 foot sword with an intricately carved hilt from his homeland.

Personality: Aidan is normally relatively calm, even if he can be blunt or crude about things without much thought.  Despite tis, when someone annoys him he is given to fits of rage-which is made worse by his Ki abilities since often times when he flies into a fury he releases a shockwave of fear without even noticing it.  Beyond this, he tends to be encouraging of fights due to his background, believing combat an excellent way to settle differences and preferable to diplomacy.  He also is slightly disdainful of those who wear armor, or those who follow the life of a peasant and think themselves above warriors.  Both he believes are weaker men and women who should know their place.

Special Abilities: His abilities are drawn from his heritage.  His homeland is beset by war caused by ancient rivalry and endless cycles of a warrior tradition.  Though he is nude, the painted marks on his skin bless him with his patron god of war from his homeland, hardening his flesh and enhancing his physical abilities.  Alongside this he possesses skills in many styles of group warfare, from scattered to formation.  He is able to do basics of training and has the very arts flowing in his blood.  His last ability is perhaps his most notable-he has a line of advanced Ki abilities that were taught to him by his warrior society at home, the ability to expand his Ki as auras around him, enhancing allies or debilitating foes.

Items of Interest:
A tribal sword made of simple but strong steel from his homeland, the grip and guard are a design marking his family and tribe.
Woad Paint, a special paint mixture steeped in legend and religious lore from his homeland.  It has been blessed by a priest, and he has a good stock on him should he ever need to replace his "armor".  By drawing the paint in holy symbols on his skin, he draws upon divine blessing.
Heavy Tight Wove Cloak-this allows him to curl up in colder weather, as well as prevent backstabbing or projectiles from catching him from behind in combat.  It also doesn't feel good to be whipped by in a fight.
A large banner round shield, it is of a heavy hardwood, thick and over a meter in diamete.  It's edge is sealed with hardened steel, and the face painted with the war banner of his old warrior society, marking him proud of the heritage and of his abilities-not that the markings would be known to many around here.
A tribal spear, the shaft hard carved from a solid branch of oak by him and tipped with a steel tip.

History: I was born in the lands of Tylwythau Treftadaeth Etifedd far to the north, to the tribe of Delian, to the line of Donovan, to the given name of Aidan.  From birth I was taught the arts of combat, as well as various peasant arts for times when raids were rare and loot scattered.  Upon reaching the age of twelve, I stood before my elders and was tested with my teachings to enter the ranks of the raiders.  My village had been raided before, and I had tasted combat, but I had yet to be initiated as a true warrior yet.  I stood before the trials of arms and cunning, and fought hard.  Veteran warriors were my goes, but I proved my skills and received the rights of the warrior-but adulthood would still be a ways off.

I stripped from my clothes, and stood besides several other boys and girls who had also aptly proved themselves.  We stood at attention there, bare before the world, fully vulnerable as we witnessed a priest of the God of War step forward, carrying a jar of blue paint.  He blessed our rising, and so were we painted, elders coming forth to draw the holy designs upon our bare skin.  I could feel the divine power pulse in the paint, feel my birthright cover me in a shell of protection that no mortal armor could.  I stood proud beside my brothers and sisters, young and supple flesh that had been fed from my mothers breast and soon would feast from the wounds of my enemies, weened.

We set forth, taking to he seas with the elder warriors and raiding a village that was not far away.  It was peace, but it was our duty to he gods to raid our neighbors.  We struck out and fought the defenders, swarming with a cry and quickly taking them down.  My first blood, and the first of many raids.

Time went on, and I reached adulthood, my raids continuing, my battle prowess growing.  Eventually, a lord noticed me, and took a liking.  Shortly after I was approached by a warrior society, being drawn into their influential ranks.  Cyfeillachwr Swyddog Maes, that was my new title.  My tribe was no longer my true home, my family was no longer my closest supporters.  I was taken in and taught to meld the energies of men and there fervor, both of devotion and fear.  I was taught to draw the best from my allies with powerful speeches blessed by the ancient powers.

And in that lifestyle I find myself approaching the modern day.  That Dalradian bastard Cathair had raised a war party of his people, leading there dishonorable bloodthirsty hides south to raid many lands and butcher many.  My society was allied with one of his enemies, and I was assigned to the warband hunting him.  We fought hard, and slayed many, but had to fall back due to him getting lucky and having an opportunity to drive off half our force.  We had to flee through the waterways as he chased, finding ourselves in the Morwrol am Trancedigaeth, the rock filled waters where storms rise from the seas themselves to crush the unwary.  A storm erupted and destroyed both our fleets, crushing them along the rocks and casting us into the sea.

Me and some others awoke on cold shores far from our home, only a couple of out possessions held close to use in what we believed death with us.  We stood, naked and bare before the wind blowing from the sea.  We glanced at each other and took our stuff, heading inland.  It is suicide to approach our home from sea, and the mountain passes are controlled by hated enemies.  We had no choice but to travel further afield.

Eventually, I heard of the man who had that bastard warlord Caith in bondage, and came to get a laugh at him and his fate-and then stayed on.

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