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This is new. Whelp, I need to find my legs.

Do the ape knuckle movement to my legs, try to sow em together.

Head East! Cmon voice man!

Quote from: Nidilap on February 28, 2015, 02:48:44 pm

Quote from: Coolrune206 on February 28, 2015, 02:45:02 pm

The Captain furrows his brow. "Both of you want TWO weapons each? No. These weapons are, fortunately, worth more than you. Maybe if you prove you can handle them on the battlefield, we'll give you better weapons, or multiple weapons, but at the moment you are, unfortunately, cannonfodder!"

Ser. Then may I have an Axe and Shield, Ser?

"Yes you may. A shield is effectively a plank and a small iron bar, with a few bends and nails in it. I apologize we can't give you anything better, but we're strained for resources. We're fighting a powerful empire here." He says, without the slightest bit of apology in his tone. If anything, it's thick with sarcasm when he apologizes.

Yes, ser. Thank you Ser.

"Name?"

Kull, Ser.

"Age?"

Nine and Ten, Ser. (19)

"Empire of Origin?"

Born in Astoria, Ser.

"Motive for fighting? Were you conscripted? Or did ya sign up?"

I joined myself, Ser.

"Got anyone back home you're fighting for?"

No one really, Ser. I list for the battlefield.

"And now onto the important stuff. What sort of armor do you prefer? Do you like the typical chainmail of our soldiers? Or would you rather something heavier, like half-plate, or full plate armor? I suppose you could have something lighter, too, but it wouldn't stand up well to a sword."

Half-plate, Ser.

"Alright, and what kind of weapon do you want? Have any preferences? Or shall I decide? For wee recruits like you, we can spare a sword and shield, an axe and shield, a small warhammer and shield, or some kind of ranged weapon."

I'll take a Sword and an Axe, Ser.

"Alright then, all done. You'll be in the fifth unit, all of you together. Huh. Lucky buggers, seems like there's a senior mage already in that unit. You should be safe for now, unless ye get transferred. Heh. There are ten units under me, all consisting of ten soldiers. I command one-hundred men, while you can barely command yourself. Now get moving. You're moving out in the morning. I think you'll be staying in a guardhouse on the wall today. Ask around for Tafrin the mage."

Yes, Ser.

TURN 4: Tavern Brawl

The Ophirian, trying to persuade the brigands to leave while they are ahead, is kicked over by a particularly angry looking bandit. Trying to get away, he slashes with his Chakram, dealing several slices across the brigand's arms and chest. Yet the brigand raises his sword up high, and slams the hilt at the lying Ophirian. It strikes him, leaving him dazed. The other brigands begin to run at the quick Zingaran, but he hops out of their way, and leads one into the Axe of his Pictish friend! Blood sprays over the Pict, and he tears the axe out of his victim, and readies to fight again. During this, the swift Zingaran stabs TWO bandits, one in the heart, and one in the haunch. The haunched brigand swings around, and nicks the Zingaran in the chest! A light cut, but a cut nonetheless. Suddenly, a Kusani enters the tavern with a Zamoran!

TO THE NEXT SLAVE TOWN!

Throw my bottle over the gaurds. When it hits the wall, the shards will rain over them, giving a distraction, and maybe a lost eye!

Let a clean sweep at the head. DECAPITATION!