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[Generally me]

he agrees with his mind and goes and equips his equipment

[Nidilap]

Put on my armor, retrieve my arms.

"So, I guess we are all brothers-in-arms, eh? Appears both of you guys got bows."

[Sarrak]

"More chance to receive something better. Later."

Ulric checks his equipment for any damage.

[Nidilap]

after that short little conversation, Kull feels like some mead will cheer him up. Just don't drink too much...

[Coolrune206]

Robb

Robb decides to head back to the armory, and arrives there. He puts on his armor, and tries his bowstring. It seems to be rather flimsy. He'd better not pull it too far. His armor is also very rusted. Well, it seems they don't expect you to live too long.

Ulric

Ulric examines his equipment. His own leather armor is in perfect condition, newly knit. He moves on to his bow and arrows. While the bow is in decent shape, with a recently replaced bow-string, the arrows need some serious improvement. Upon closer inspection, you discover several are missing their arrowheads. You find them detached at the bottom of the quiver, and set to re-attaching them.

Kull

Kull puts on his half-plate armor, which is, while rusted, rather intact. He hefts his axe, which is rather heavy. He likes this. He then examines his shield, which is little more than a board and some metal. However, it fits snugly around his arm. If the handle were any smaller, he feels he would have no circulation.

[Andres]

Name: Castor Fulvis
Age: 18
Empire of origin: Astoria
Motive: Signed up for the chance to become an elite warrior. Fame, fortune and respect, ho!
Armor: Full plate
Weapon: Light spear and shield. Dagger as a sidearm, perhaps?

[Sarrak]

Request some special arrowheads. A few armor-penetrating and barbed ones are a must for an aspiring killer.

[Playergamer]

((Can I still join?))

Name: Xaver Dunik
Age: 29
Empire of Origin:
Motive: Conscripted
Back Home: Wife, 9 Year Old son.
Armor: Chainmail
Weapon: Sword and shield

[Delekates]

i joined another game, yet it didnt started for me.
Trying some luck and loocking for some expirience, yet absolutely new to the game and forum.
Hey :3

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My name is Delekates. My guess old times they could have any dumb rusty name so why wont use mine
My age is almost 21.
I am a son of Astoria.
I want to Become a famous Glaive user and fight for my Fathers name!
I would prefer Half-Plated armor and a Glaive ofcourse. If u dont have 1 then ill use Halberd instead.
and if i am so bad looking for you i will go with a spear, preferable heavy.
if everything alright, may i be dismissed?

[Generally me]

try to fix my bow string and check my arrows

[Coolrune206]

Kull

Kull decides that now is as good a time as any to get drunk. He wanders over to a bar, and spends what little copper he has on the overpriced liquor they sell. He might have drunk a little too much, as he is outside when he wakes up. After a quick check of his body, Kull realizes that he is lucky, as virtually nothing is missing. Perhaps the armor and axe scared away any potential bandits.

Ulric

Ulric heads back inside the armory, just as the captain is finishing up. Ulric asks if he might be able to be granted some special arrowheads especially for killing. The Captain stares at him for a few seconds, then breaks out laughing. Ulric takes that as a no, and leaves the armory again.

Castor

Castor picks up a spear and shield sitting on the wall on the way out. A minute later, the captain comes out and chucks an old suit of full plate armor on the ground in front of him.

Xaver

Xaver gets his requested chain armor with stereotypical sword and shield. As he leaves, the Captain pats him on the back. Says something about how it was good he was fighting for his family. He then pushes Xaver out of the barracks.

Delekates

The Captain furrows his brow at Delekates. "Delekates. What is that, a name? Eh, whatever. But as for the glaive, no. Maybe if you were worth a grain of salt, we'd give you one. But you're not. We don't have any halberds for a man like you either. There's a heavy spear on the wall near the door. The heavy one has the crossbar below the point." Delekates shrugs, a little crushed, and grabs his equipment.

Robb

Robb, worried with the quality of his bow, tries to fix the string. This quickly proves futile as he has no materials with which to do so. Checking his arrows gives him a bit of reassurement though, as almost all of them are fine except for one, which has a broken shaft and could never be used anyways. He discards it.

Everyone

Everyone stands together in a circle, wondering what they should do now. Someone says something about the wizard named "Tafrin", and the group nods. Asking around a bit, the guards point you to the western watchtower.

((All rolls are completely hidden, by the way. To prevent metagaming, and to keep up the roleplay spirit. NOW MOVE!))

((SIGNUPS ARE TEMPORARILY CLOSED!))

[Andres]

Wear the armour and go to the western watchtower.

[Delekates]

"i dont think that i need any weapon now, just took my armor" - i though.
i am looking around while our proud group of new recruts were going to the Tower.
i was looking for anything literally, cuz i wanted to orientate better in New Place.
talking to the group while staring around:
"Hey guys, call me Dele! I guess if we want to survive this war we need some good relationships here."

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Half-Plate armor.

[Playergamer]

Put on my armor and head to the watchtower.

[Generally me]

Go to western watch tower