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    478 KB IRONHEARTS War Room: Invasion Pre-Amble IronCommand !SjkHabNIL2 09/17/11(Sat)19:32 No.16331713  
    " November, 13th Moon , 656th year of Terra.

    Central Command is gearing up, and the mobile order is due for 2 weeks. That means Kolstec becomes our staging grounds. Especially since we're sitting on the incident site.

    The derelict Aeon detachment was all the confirmation we needed to speed up the attack schedule and finding the source of the vinculum gate had become in too few words, the overriding objective when taking over Voss.

    However... "

    The door opens. An inquisitor and the steel clad Commanding Officer enters. A tight berth existing between them like a magnet's repulsive forces. Outside, the windows of the warehouse-turned HQ, MP was wheeling away some aeon and ragnyllian pilots from a smoked out hangar.

    The Commander, angles her head up. The silence only waivered with her clenching teeth.

    A concerted effort with Aeon Knights was a long shot at the least.


    >Briefing to come
    >> IronCommand !SjkHabNIL2 09/17/11(Sat)20:26 No.16332266
    " On the night of Hallow's Eve, we were faced with plenty of disturbing revelations , Chief of which is the face of the true enemy. Demons from a plane outside of this realm. For such a feat we'd need all the help we can get. And just like that we got it. I had thought we were hit with a miracle, but I realize that it wont be that easy.

    The division between you two only brings proof of the disparity between Ragnyll and Aeon, between Valknyre and the rest of the world. As such, we'll take the necessary precautions now To mix iron with blood, to forge steel and trust, and build a monument of respect with each other. Whether your silent crusade lasts a day or a century. "


    " We'll undergo a friendly spar. Rubber bullets, rubber weapons, paint bombs, and padded mechanical rigs. This training exercise should be a simple task for all of you no ? "

    "Dismissed ! "
    >> [T3] Brother Iksender !!PcdQoaysHQ5 09/17/11(Sat)20:34 No.16332371
    "Shouldn't we head back to the armory? I don't think Paisley will be able to keep a tight rein on those two."

    "It can wait, Gwendolyn. There are things that need to be done yet." The two had made their way through the city, coming up through the final staircase that led through to cemetery.

    It was quiet by the time they reached the top, the only sound being a light wind as it brushed past the duo. Swords, guns, staffs, and two crudely shaped crosses dotted the small area, dogtags dangling from the arrangement of monuments tinkling in the light wind.

    Elias chose one of the more ornately decorated graves, kneeling before it and unfastening his helmet, laying it in front of the grave marker. "I cannot say that any of us knew you, and I cannot say with any level of credence that any of you showed up that day. But if there is anything I would like to say to you all, it is to say thank you, on behalf of me, my brothers, and my sisters. If it weren't for your appearance, many of us would not be here today." Iksender gripped his spear tighter. "May Alexander's light guide you as you pass on." Iksender began to utter a prayer of sanctification to the graves as the Neophyte looked on. The wind continued to blow.
    >> IronCommand !SjkHabNIL2 09/17/11(Sat)20:50 No.16332560
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    . . . .
    Some Ground rules for tonight's spar.

    Pick only Ragnyll or Aeon units

    Offenders of the hangar incident are to take part.
    >> [RBBT][P-Ss]Pvt. Springer !u/EYfo0o8s 09/17/11(Sat)21:08 No.16332776

    Springer: "Oh goody, I'm looking forward to this..."
    Sanders: "Seriously, can't you two just talk this out?"
    Springer: "I'll let my guns do the talking, thank you very much."
    >> [T3] Brother Iksender !!PcdQoaysHQ5 09/17/11(Sat)21:11 No.16332812
    Me and my children stand ready.
    >> Brother-Captain Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/17/11(Sat)21:15 No.16332842
    Brother-Captain Wight is awoken from his prayers by one his shield brothers, apparently there was to be a sparring exercise between the two units. The veteran templar could only smirk at the thought. His Siblings could use the continued battle experience as well as prove to the Ragnyllian's that they are not to be seen as anything less than true warriors of Aeon.

    "I assume this all is happening due to Kezare? Regardless it's time for some fun before our true task of protection begins."
    >> Anonymous 09/17/11(Sat)22:05 No.16333478
    Dinnertime bump
    >> [Rk] Sir Gregor !3YYpwT5H.w 09/17/11(Sat)22:50 No.16333906
    >By the way, did the rooks get that extra armor and DR that was mentioned in another thread?
    >> IronCommand !SjkHabNIL2 09/17/11(Sat)22:54 No.16333946

    >> Pvt. Isane !!VMJuvVuY6J8 09/17/11(Sat)22:59 No.16333985
    "I'm looking forward to this, can't wait to put a few bruises on those Aeon punks."
    >> [Ar]Sleyth !!lIURwBKIw5c 09/17/11(Sat)22:59 No.16333986
    Wight let my blades errr.... rubber swords drink from the blood of our enemies errr.....allies.
    >> IronCommand !SjkHabNIL2 09/17/11(Sat)22:59 No.16333988
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    Pre sign ups for the versus game has begun. If no steam picks up a Sunday / next thrusday game maybe necessary.
    >> [Ar]Sleyth !!lIURwBKIw5c 09/17/11(Sat)23:00 No.16333999
    >> IronCommand !SjkHabNIL2 09/17/11(Sat)23:01 No.16334009
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    Aeon Basic classes.
    >> [Rk] Sir Gregor !3YYpwT5H.w 09/17/11(Sat)23:02 No.16334018
    I'm in.
    >> [IRNSNL][P-Gr]Cpt. Gunther !3QUDPTn2Js 09/17/11(Sat)23:16 No.16334174
    I'm here. Ready to rock some Aeon ass!
    >> IronCommand !SjkHabNIL2 09/18/11(Sun)00:11 No.16334908
    >The versus game is delayed and will pick up again at a later date like Sunday or next friday. However do consider which characters you'll bring so that an early count is possible. Both commanders, and at least 5 units from each side must be present.
    >> [T]Brother Daein !!H5iqjs/+5EJ 09/18/11(Sun)00:16 No.16334968
    Daein stands alone along the riverbank, examining the remains of the dark ritual that took place. This was advanced sorcery indeed. Who, or whatever was responsible had departed, but the malice still hung in the air like the stench of death. He turns to see his Acolytes approaching from Kolstec.
    Daein: Report. What information have you gained from questioning the populace?
    Acolyte Pietro: Senior, it was as you suspected, the being responsible was indeed a Demon. According to the inhabitants and local garrison the fiend called himself 'Legion Asmodeus', The second Voss general of Terror. He was vanquished by the Hellghast unit, with support from what was described as artillery fire, in the shape of a holy symbol.
    Daein: Excellent work, Pietro. Take the others, and await my arrival in camp. I must speak with the good Father who blessed the Ragnyllian artillery.

    The Acolytes place their clenched fists over their hearts and bow, then set off at a brisk pace for camp. Their enthusiasm was not lost on the senior Templar, who despite his heavy new armor, made haste to arrange a meeting with House Father Zwei.
    >> [T]Brother Daein !!H5iqjs/+5EJ 09/18/11(Sun)00:17 No.16334976
    Daein thinks for a moment, and decides it would be best to include the Captain in his meeting with Father Zwei, and share his new-found information, courtesy of his clever acolytes, who had left their Aeoni heraldry and armor behind when they questioned the citizens of Kolstec.

    He finds Captain Wight leaving the vehicle housing, following the guards who were escorting Kezare to his quarters.

    "Good evening, Captain. I fear there is something which requires your attention...perhaps best said in private for now. Would you accompany me to the House Father's quarters?"
    >> Brother-Captain Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/18/11(Sun)00:19 No.16334999
    Wight walked away from the disaster that happened in the vehicle hanger, with thumb and fore finger rubbing his temple. The Brother-Captain was not pleased that on their first night as guests of Ragnyll that something like this happened, however the approaching figure of Daein snapped the templar out of his thoughts.

    "Greetings Brother what is it that's on your mind this eve?"

    Wight listens intently as Daein explains what he'd learned about what Hellghast had faced while they themselves fought for their lives. They spoke of what it could mean as they approach Father Zwei's quarters, perhaps the Father could explain further a few things about that battle.
    >> [M] Pvt. Paisley !!RXDkJssl8v6 09/18/11(Sun)02:31 No.16336445

    "Do you really need to be pointing that grenade launcher at my face all the time? It's not like I can do much without my spear."

    "Hey, man, I'm not likin' this job as much you like doin' your job." Paisley keeps the grenade launcher trained on Lucien as he polishes his armor. "Besides, it was your Brother-Veteran's orders that I keep an eye on you and your friend there." Paisley nods in the direction of the other Neophyte in the room--what was his name, Hiraklos?--before turning back to face Lucien.

    Though it was easy to find the two Neophytes after they had ran off to the commotion in the hangar, it was a different matter entirely to try locating and detaining the Rook Benedictus. 'That had taken the better part of three hours,' Paisley reflected, yawning. Ever since these Aeon troops walked into the base, it seems like they haven't exactly been on good terms--the initial tensions weren't exactly helped by the fighting in the hangar. He shuffled, looking at the Neophyte named Lucien as he worked. He was young--couldn't have been older than eighteen, that girl--Gwendolyn, was that her name?--probably just as old. And he swore--on the Goddess he coulda sworn--he say some children in Aeon colours that marched in with the rest of the troops. Goddess Alive, what kind of a world is this, with children braving the fires of war? Were Aeon's footsoldiers always so young? Was there--

    Paisley found his thoughts interrupted by the stamping of sabatons on the armory floor. He flicked up the grenade launcher toward the entrace, ready to fire--

    To be met by the stern figure of the Brother-Veteran and the girl Neophyte that somehow acted as his aide-de-camp. "Oh! Sorry about pointin' that at you, sir."
    >> [M] Pvt. Paisley !!RXDkJssl8v6 09/18/11(Sun)02:42 No.16336627
    "No need to apologize, Private. I assume that all was well while we were away?"

    "Of course, sir--or would that be Brother-Veteran?"

    "Either is fine, Paisley. Now off with you. You are released from your temporary requisitioning. I must talk with my young charges." The Templar's steeled eyes met Paisley's with a daunting sense of electricity. "Privately."

    "Yes, sir. Of course, sir."

    Paisley couldn't have walked out of the armory faster if it was on fire and exploding.
    >> [Mnky][M1] Pvt. Armitage !!b5IxBuu9REZ 09/18/11(Sun)03:41 No.16337146
    Armitage returns from her run around the town, sweaty and tired. Chugging water from her canteen, it looks like there's a lot more people on base than usual. After a moment's glance, noticing the amount of armor, swords, spears, and holy symbols present on them, she figures they must be Aeon.

    "Huh. You could practically feel the bitch vibes radiating from that inquisitor, but these guys don't seem half bad. I wonder how everyone's getting along..." she idly ponders, wiping the sweat from her brow. On the way to the canteen to refill her water, she notices a bright piece of paper detailing a mock battle to encourage team building between the two forces. "Well there you go. How 'bout that. Hmm. I didn't fire a shot in the last battle, it'd be a shame to get rusty. And who knows, maybe pretending to inflict violence upon one another will be a good way to mingle. Don't really know many conversation starters that an Aeoni would appreciate..."

    >tl:dr sign me up for battle. Depending on class schedule though, I might have to drop
    >> [T] Brother Iksender !!PcdQoaysHQ5 09/18/11(Sun)05:02 No.16337760

    "And as for you two," Brother-Veteran Iksender turns toward his Neophytes, eyeing each of them, face an indiscernible mask of tension, "I hope that organizing the armory, cleaning the hangar bay, and then finishing up cleaning and polishing your gear has taught you a valuable lesson on maintaining a sense of teamwork and unity."

    "Yes, Brother-Veteran." Lucien and Iraklis respond.

    "Do you not remember one of my first lessons to you? Each of you is like an individual twig, I said--easily bent, easily broken. But together, you are as the trunk of a tree, strong, unyielding, and grand to behold. So tell me, my children--what was your fault today?"

    "We had peered into others' business, when we should have kept to our own." Lucien replied

    "We had disobeyed orders set upon us by our superiors." Iraklis bowed his head.

    "And?" The veteran Templar raises an eyebrow.

    "We had sought personal glory over the glory of Alexander," Lucien replied.

    A smile returned to the veteran Templar's face. "So my teachings have been getting through. Well done." Iksender walked up to the two Neophytes, laying a gauntleted hand on each of their shoulders. "Stick to your teachings, my children, and you may survive this war yet."
    >> Cf_Gene !cCsMsaA4k2 09/18/11(Sun)11:15 No.16340216
    If this vs game goes down today I am so totally in.
    >> [T] Brother Iksender !!PcdQoaysHQ5 09/18/11(Sun)13:38 No.16341497
    Mid-morning bump
    >> Anonymous 09/18/11(Sun)15:39 No.16342642
    Live, I say!! LIVE!!
    >> IronCommand !SjkHabNIL2 09/18/11(Sun)16:36 No.16343179
    >running game be back in a bit.
    >> [T] Brother Iksender !!PcdQoaysHQ5 09/18/11(Sun)19:16 No.16344455
    Why don't you live?!
    >> Vosskon Blossom !!GLDOetT97DE 09/18/11(Sun)21:18 No.16345726
    >Sometime after the Aeon forces had arrived in the base, the radios came alive. A swing-tempo beat comes alive across the airwaves, followed by an upbeat flourish of the brass section, before quickly dying down. The mysterious female's voice comes over the airwaves

    "Hullo again, my little ladies and gents. It's your favorite little girl, Vosskon Blossom, once again--broadcasting to you live to all of Ragnyll, from the the capitol to the front-lines. How are things, you wretched devil-dogs you? Recently it's come to our ears that a few of those holy boys from Aeon have crossed over and are now residing in Kolstec. Watch out, you altar boys and gun-nuns--you might find more than what you're bargaining for when dealing with the Hellghast Armored Unit.

    "But seriously, Aeon, why are you even fighting? This war has been none of your concern for the longest time. Pull out, retreat, it's none of your concern! If your Order wishes to find peace, they can find it under the flag of the Voss Empire. Sure, many of our methods may be...extreme, but it a lesser evil compared to the practices of those Ragnyll boys. Go stir up something with those Iffram mystics, why doncha? I'm sure they'd *love* to have a chat with you.

    "But enough talk--time for some music for your fatigued souls to sing to. This one's going out toward all those Aeon boys in Kolstec right now--it's the Timothy Haddock and his one-hit wonder "The Silver Bells, they're A-Ringin' (And My Baby's Nowhere in Sight)."

    >the sound of church bells comes over the airwaves, slowly making way for a piano to take over. The sounds play all through the base...
    >> [A]Sleyth !!lIURwBKIw5c 09/18/11(Sun)21:29 No.16345840
    *Crash, another body went flying through a window.

    "Is this all Ragnyll has to offer, Tsk" Sleyth commented

    It had been a long day of "tryouts" and with each new challenger Sleyth became even more disheartened in his search to replenish his unit.

    At midday he had entered what appeared to be the roughest tavern in Kolestec and offered a bag of Aeon gold to any fighter who could beat him. It was near dusk and so far he could even find one person who could offer the semblance of a challenge. But that wasn't what disappointed him, it was how easily the challengers gave up. The whole purpose of this endeavor was to find people who wanted strength not money. He knew none of these commoners could beat him, but he wasn't interested in skill he wanted some one with guts some one with hunger for strength. He could teach skill but volition had to come from within.

    The crowd had thinned out, it seems like people had become bored with him.

    "Is there no one else who has the courage to even try?"

    He was disappointed with the frailty of Ragnyll's people. Even if Wight could save these people from the dangers of the gate, the commander could save these people from the crippling weaknesses that no doubt claim them in the end.

    "I WILL TRY" Shouted a tired voice among the crowd.

    Sleyth turned around, he recognized that face, it belonged to one of the first contenders he fought. Odd the concussion he gave the contender should have kept out for at least a day.
    Well maybe there was some hope left for these people.
    >> HouseFatherZwei !ayMLpr/KpQ 09/18/11(Sun)22:45 No.16346484
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    " Why - Oh my is it you Wight ? "
    " MY have you grown ! You must be 10 8 year olds about now ! How was life in the order ? The altars ? The schola ? The . . . The fields ? "

    >House Father zwei waddled with hands behind his back, his wide body making for a strong presence that was far more jolly than fearsome like he was before.
    >> Brother-Captain Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/18/11(Sun)23:08 No.16346697
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    Wight smiled at the old man who had been his inspiration to fight for the weak many years ago, clasping Zwei's arm before pulling him into a brotherly hug.

    "It is great to see you once more Father Zwei, even if it's during these dark times. However we may not have time to reminisce, as Brother Daein and I have come to speak with you about Hellghast's battle with Asmodeus. I would also humbly ask your guidance for my Brothers and I."

    With the help of Daein, Wight recounts everything that had happened with the Verse as well as the trilateral decision about the Gate from the Aeon heads, and Wight's choice to defend the innocents regardless.
    >> HouseFatherZwei !ayMLpr/KpQ 09/18/11(Sun)23:33 No.16346885

    The Housefather wore a downward expression on his face, but his smile soon lifted and laughed a hearty laugh.
    Wight, my boy ! Why are you so grim ! Resorting to such Alexandraeic sacrifices already !
    HA. Haha haha.

    A heavy book shifts the room's gravaity as it makes its way full-sail down on on Wight's head. A hammer-like force enough to kill a man simply made Wight flinch in his kneeling position.

    " Phoooo It's been a WHILE since I did that, let me tell you. These Ragnyllians would have been sent to a deathbed because of their poor nutrition. Now, listen well, Wight. I'm about to quote something. "

    The House-Master opens the book and turns it to page 777.

    " And so at the crevice of the Earth was the bare face of the underworld, and a heaven ward rift in the sky would reveal the hand of Alex, Man must steel themselves and prepare to give his life to protect what he cherishes, and to save whom he loves. Should a man love no one he must save himself for the fell- implements of the Netherworld will grip him in times no darker, in times no brighter "

    "Are the words inscribed here in this immutable book, this ancient tome passed from the Chaplain before me and here I will hope that it's weight has pressed itself through your skull to tell you that Alexandrians will never betray the teachings of their heart and minds to the distortions of the worldly and the critical and the faithless. I believe that your presence here was heaven sent- while misguided fools aim to use our tongues to bear down strict judgement. But lose not your faith, Wight for I believe in why you've been sent here, and I myself will tell all of Aeon that should they strike down on this land, they too must go against the words in this immovable relic. "
    >> HouseFatherZwei !ayMLpr/KpQ 09/18/11(Sun)23:34 No.16346891

    He closes the book. Dust and boom claps at Wight's ears as small fragments of rock trickle on the dinner table.

    " Ah but the demon's presence here as well as the Vinculum gate, it is a knowledge not known to me, for its mysticism clouds men's view on this world's importance.. but alas... I've an inkling as to their danger "

    His face straightened. His eyes look distantly through the window beyond to Kolstecan blue skies. Familiar and new at the same time.
    >> [T]Brother Daein !!H5iqjs/+5EJ 09/18/11(Sun)23:49 No.16347042
    "It is...comforting...to know that the scriptures reinforce our position. However the point remains we will need to know more about the Gate in order to close it, and about the demons themselves to vanquish them. If not you, do you know who we might approach for this information, Father? Perhaps the Midian who recently left Hellghast, if we encounter her?"

    Daein thanks Alexander once again for his Acolytes. He wouldn't have gotten a reputation for knowing things he shouldn't without them.
    >> Brother-Captain Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/18/11(Sun)23:51 No.16347073
    Had remained an almost stoic straight face as he listened intently to his Mentor's words. The truth behind them compared with their sheer weight did not cause the man to feel further burdened instead it lifted his spirits as Zwei intended them to. As Zwei looked out the windows into the distance the Templar on his knees began to smile once more before a slow joyful laughter starts to come from his throat.

    A few moments of laughter pass as Wight regains his composure enough to look up at Father Zwei with eyes bright and full of zeal.

    "Forgive me Father, for my outburst and my foolishness. It seems that I had lost my composure thanks to the situation however you have cleared my thoughts. As the years have passed your wisdom has only grown, I can only strive to work toward doing the same."

    Wight stands once more and places a large hand on the older man's shoulder.

    "I will defend the teachings of Alexander, and do my best in the guidance of those who have forgotten them. However I am but a Templar with temporary leadership for now, eventually I will join my Siblings once more."
    >> HouseFatherZwei !ayMLpr/KpQ 09/19/11(Mon)00:30 No.16347499

    " Oh ? You weren't here as their leader ? I see, so those fools would put no one deemed worthy at the head- but, as it stands A chaplain would so happen to be able to grant you a power of not just a verse leader, but a Chapter ! Pastel, come here quick be a witness, and you too Daein "

    Before Wight could process what was happening the HouseFather placed a hand on his shoulder, steady and solid.

    " For he will bring his men through the tortures that no man wishes to endure, for his own body will go through a thousand deaths that his flock must never suffer,---

    >Henessian Kess continues his pushups as he hears the murmur of zeal coming from the ceiling.

    for the light of reason, and the steel of justice is but a meager lamp and a slim knife in a vast dark tunnel of chaos and nothing,

    >> Makkor Checks his watch and hears the words he expected to hear since they got here.

    there exists hope that the way ye has cut is a path through and bright for the World Tree will see to you our world be made with hands no weaker, with blood no colder than one that floweth through ye- "

    >> Saydon cocks his head left and stops his sparring.

    " Get up Wight, and let the name of your Chapter, whispered by Alexander's heart ring loud and clear for this world to witness !"
    >> Brother-Captain Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/19/11(Mon)00:55 No.16347796
    Wight looks up at Zwei with even more zeal than before, he had the courage to stand for what he believed in and now with a Chapter at his side the Brother-Captain could accomplish those beliefs. He stands, voice clear and loud enough so that even those outside the House Father's room could hear.

    "We are Legio Aurora, defenders of the morning light for those too weak to stand against the Darkness. So that the light of Alexander can grace the the innocent we shall stand."
    >> GenesisCommand !9phgYvH10U 09/19/11(Mon)01:47 No.16348291
    >2 starting Faith
    >+1 Army Point

    >Knights Crown
    >Brothers Order
    >Agents Inquisition
    >> Brother-Captain Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/19/11(Mon)02:09 No.16348567
    With determination burning in his eyes Wight speaks up once more to his Mentor.

    "I'm sure there must be those who believe that the idea of purging this entire land shouldn't happen either within the Order or the Crown. Do you know of any connections Father that could aid us in guiding our Brother's back home to the teachings of Alexander?"

    >Gonna go with a point in Crown, hopefully footing the bill toward some form of ranged anti-armor, since that seems to be a major thorn in Aeon's side.
    >> Brother-Captain Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/19/11(Mon)02:13 No.16348624
    >An addendum transport would be nice too if longer ranged Anti tank is out of the question.
    >> GenesisCommand !9phgYvH10U 09/19/11(Mon)03:10 No.16349121

    And so it shall, that I bestow you the status of Holy Knight, rise Sir Wight for your trials are only now illumanted and laid down for you by the will of Alexander.

    >Crown:2+ > Armor Cap Reduced
    >Inquisition:1+ > Faith +1
    >> [FOX]Finch !53bY5ndrTA 09/19/11(Mon)03:46 No.16349377
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    >Finch listened to the broadcast and decided he liked it

    >it could use some improvements however

    >tuning the base transceiver to the exact carrier wave amplitude and adjusting the aerial for optimum signal gain, Finch was able to greatly improve sound fidelity

    >the increase in quality however, made imperfections on the voice recording more apparent

    >fortunately, it also enabled Finch to aurally identify the signal frequency of a comms radio being operated somewhere in the studio which he then used to send a message to Blossom:
    >telling her that she has a beautiful voice and that he instantly became a fan the moment he heard her, but she might want to have the studio install pop filters or for her to at least speak farther from the microphone to minimize plosives
    >and to ask her what color panties she's using. . .
    >> Anonymous 09/19/11(Mon)05:29 No.16350135
    A bump before bed
    >> [TA] Knightly !IMYfe1j54Y 09/19/11(Mon)06:00 No.16350297

    "Ma'am, we've picked up a transmission two clicks North of the Able Six defensive line. Should we alert the Major?"

    Knightly waved her hand towards the young radio operator as she shifted through several stacks of paper and briefly consulted a coffee-stained map covered with hundreds of annotations written in pencil.

    "Hmmm... that would be a negative, McMillan. There shouldn't be any Aeon personnel near that part of the line, particularly an Inquisitor. It's a trap, and a poorly made one at that. Raise Able Six-One and tell them to move to secondary alert status, and confirm that nobody responded to that S.O.S."

    "But ma'am, what if it's an actual Aeon Inquisitor working undercover? I mean, Commander Wight's men were a covert operation led by an Inquisitor deep into Voss lines. Isn't there the possibility that they could be the same?"

    "Negative soldier. If they were such a unit, they would not openly broadcast their situation in such a manner, nor would they broadcast such a message, as it would be foolhardy for them to establish a defensive line at that location."

    "What do you mean, ma'am?"

    "The broadcast coordinates corresponds to a river with steep cliffs facing our defensive line. A poorly defendable position, especially with a troop strength similar to Wight's unit. Now please carry out those orders I gave you, McMillan."

    "Understood ma'am."
    >> [T] Brother Iksender !!PcdQoaysHQ5 09/19/11(Mon)14:34 No.16353642
    "Remember--time your strikes! Thrust too quickly, and you risk leaving an opening for an enemy to counterattack; thrust too late, and your enemy shall surely overcome you." Brother-Veteran shouted over the din of the sparring match between Lucien and Gwendolyn, foam-padded spears bumping harmlessly off of the padded shields. He had managed to create a sort of miniature sparring field in the middle of the base, a way to exhibit the talents of some of the Templars to their new Ragnyll allies while continuing to train. "Wait until your opponent slips up--then strike at the weak point for massive damage!"

    Iraklis bounced a spear thrust off his shield, using the momentum gained to strike Gwendolyn's exposed midsection with a hard thrust from his own spear. Gwendolyn was thrown off balance, leaving her open to a shield-assisted push from her opponent. The push threw her to the ground, flat on her back, with Iraklis quickly following up, planting a foot on her breastplate while angling the spear at her throat. "Yield," he whispered, sweat slowly dripping from his brow.

    Gwendolyn looked back with fierce determination, but let out a sigh as she let her body relax. Iksender clapped his hands, the sparring match over. "Very good!" He laughed, approaching the center of the ring. "Very good. Iraklis, good show of offensive power--though watch yourself when thrusting forward with the shield; that could have been dodged easily if your opponent had gotten their wind back quickly. Gwendolyn, much better than the last session, though you're still thrusting too quickly. Do not be so hasty to draw blood from your opponents; sometimes, a little bit of patience is required." He smiled at both of them. "Overall, much better improvement from both of you. Now, set up again--Gwendolyn, take a breather and tell Lucien to get in here."
    >> [T] Brother Iksender !!PcdQoaysHQ5 09/19/11(Mon)14:35 No.16353643
    "At once, Brother-Veteran." Gwendolyn panted between words, walking toward the makeshift bench created from empty ammo crates. She sat by Lucien, throwing her head back, letting out another breath as she set down the practice weapons. "Best be on your guard, Lucien," she warned the brown-haired Neophyte. "Iraklis is playing for keeps today."

    Lucien smirked. "He would be. You know how aggressive he gets when he's being...penitent." He turned to Gwendolyn. "You did good out there, though. Barring that shield charge, you coulda had him."

    "'Could' being the key word here, Lucien." She shakes her head, the short black curls on her head assuming a more natural shape. "If it weren't for my age, you *know* that Iraklis would be Senior Neophyte. We are mere weeks apart in age, and he is my better when it comes to combat prowess."

    "True." Lucien took a drink from a sheepskin filled with water. "But you were always the smarter one." He hands the sheepskin to Gwendolyn as he rises from his seat. "Hold that for me." Lucien grabbed the practice weapons and headed out into the middle of the ring, assuming the Templars' battle-ready stance--Spear pointed forward, most vital parts of the body protected by the shield, eyes fixed on the opponent. "You know that this is mostly *your* fault, right?"

    "Says the one who was the first to rush out of the armory at the first chance of a fight."

    "I didn't see you stop me." Lucien smirked again. He saw Iraklis smirk back. 'Oh, what fun this is gonna be,' he thought, as he heard the Brother-Veteran shout out "FIGHT!"
    >> [M] Pvt. Paisley !!RXDkJssl8v6 09/19/11(Mon)17:35 No.16355307
    bumpan' to keep this thread alive
    >> [I]Sudsen !!lIURwBKIw5c 09/19/11(Mon)18:24 No.16355816
    rolled 10, 5 = 15

    >Legacy 11kp from Soapworth
    >Investigate Oderkonn's whereabouts and try to gleam into the mysteries of the vinculum gate.
    >> [I]Pvt. Isane !!VMJuvVuY6J8 09/19/11(Mon)18:35 No.16355903
    rolled 1, 5, 10 = 16

    >Investigating Oderkonn's location, Helena's location, as well as some general information on this Vinculum Gate.
    >> [I]Sudsen !!lIURwBKIw5c 09/19/11(Mon)18:45 No.16356013
    >Using Soapworths notes for finding Oderkonn and the Demon runes from the summoning, the Ragnyllian invesigations archive and Father Zwei for the gate.
    >> Pvt. Isane !!VMJuvVuY6J8 09/19/11(Mon)19:16 No.16356354
    Starting her search was the easy part, gleaning any useful information was what would probably give her any trouble. Knightly was kind enough to share the files she had received from Soapworth after his unfortunate loss in the defense of Kolstec. It appeared he himself had dedicated some amount of time into finding their two former allies, Oderkonn and Helena. The trail had gone cold some time back, but with recent developments and other new information she might be able to pick it back up. The so-called Vinculum Gate was another item she needed to look up, especially now that Aeon was obviously interested in it as well.
    >> Sir Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/19/11(Mon)21:14 No.16357630
    The new Chapter leader walked between the tents of his Siblings as the moon hung high in the sky, Wight couldn't sleep at the moment. Too many things swam in his mind to allow for sleep. The looming darkness which threatened everyone, the training exercise between Legio Aurora and Hellghast, and especially the obvious disdain many Ragnyllian's showed toward them. However Alexander's will would be done, Wight and his men would stand and fight.
    >> [TA] Knightly !IMYfe1j54Y 09/19/11(Mon)21:31 No.16357760
    rolled 9, 1, 7 = 17

    Right, crunch first, then fluff.

    >First roll, requesting the use of our captured airship or, failing that, a Clovis spy plane to run a reconnaissance mission over the edge of our lines into Voss territory to locate any preexisting Voss sites that are highly defensible and can be used as our forward HQ and/or a "springboard" for our drive further into Voss territory.

    >Second roll for the same flight, or a ground reconnaissance team to locate a way for Hellghast to bypass the defenses of the site so that they can deliver a swift decisive strike. Preference for a more stealthy approach to minimize collateral damage.

    >Final roll, if necessary, is for a proposal to Himiko Peppers, Father Zwei, and Brother-Captain Wight, if necessary, to create a small-scale cyclops cannon that can be mounted on a Gryffin chassis and fires blessed air-burst munitions that can act as an area denial weapon to undead, and hopefully a method to reduce accumulated terror.

    While the Hellghasts and the newly-christened Legio Aurora were scheduled for a "friendly combat simulation" aimed at reducing the tensions between the two camps, Knightly was busy preparing for the upcoming counter-invasion into Voss territory.

    The first step was to locate a suitable site to strike - it would do them no good to aim straight for the Voss capital. Instead, they needed to break the campaign down into smaller parts - first they had locate and capture a Voss facility that could act as a forward HQ and a springboard for more operations, yet was close enough to the border that supply lines could be established. For this, the captured air ship would work, or a Clovis reconnaissance plane.

    Once that was done, they needed to find a way in. To be suitable for their forward HQ, it needed to be highly defensible. However, this meant that it would be difficult to capture in a head-on assault, as the Voss would be the ones holding said highly defensible position.

    >> [TA] Knightly !IMYfe1j54Y 09/19/11(Mon)21:42 No.16357846

    So of course, a request was sent to Iron Command to send in a ground-based reconnaissance team to find a way into the site, one that would allow the Hellghasts to bypass the worst of the defenses and capture the location from the inside-out.

    Finally, after witnessing the power of blessed munitions combined with large weaponry, it became clear that a more mobile version of the Cyclops at Kolstec could be very beneficial, especially if it offered an area-denial option against the Voss' undead. Knightly had heard of air-burst munitions: bombs that would explode and release a large cluster of bombs over a wide area. If Peppers could create a scaled down version of the Cyclops and mount it on a Gryffin tank chassis, and if Father Zwei and even Brother-Captain Wight could assist in blessing the munitions, then perhaps the Ragnyllian forces could have a better means of eliminating the large swathes of ghouls the Voss favored, or a more reliable method of reducing the "Terror" that fueled their unholy magic.

    As Knightly typed up her proposals to the engineer, the holy father, and the battle-hardened paladin, she couldn't help but wonder if filling the bombs with holy water would be easier than having the father bless napalm canisters, or much more effective.

    >Also, seeing as [TA]'s have the ability to lay down airstrikes/artillery strikes, I would like to know the rules regarding them so that I don't end up trying to lay down a support action that I can't actually do.
    >> GenesisCommand !9phgYvH10U 09/19/11(Mon)23:32 No.16358928

    > The Gate in its passive state doesn't offer anything of use. Elementalists have pieced together that the Ibonyte river that spawned the gate returned back to its original form which is severely uncharacteristic of Ibonyte once it has bonded with anything. On that assumption the gate in its active state wasn't exactly a material of any specific kind as much as it was in a constant bonding state.

    >Isane's excursion proved near fatal, as one of the tenser streams spawned a ghoul. The encounter ended in gunshots. But the body "construct" looked remarkably like her mother.

    A trip to the psych ward however led to the meeting of a fellow Kolstecan nurse who recently saw to Oderknonn and what could only be Helena just a few weeks prior in the night.. . .
    >> [E] Anders !j3LbBTgn8s 09/20/11(Tue)00:01 No.16359215
    Stepping off the bus, Anders shouldered his bag and headed off to report to the quartermaster and find his bunk.

    After settling in, he beings wondering around until he finds someone that doesn't look too busy. "Excuse me, do you know where the medical tent is?"
    >> Sir Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/20/11(Tue)00:55 No.16359763
    Wight finally made it to his tent after wandering the Aeon camp for most of the night. He knew that despite his concerns some things would need to be done in the near future and thanks to Father Zwei he could accomplish most of them without a great amount of help. And a message back to the Homeland was in order, detailing the fact that Zwei had christened the Verse as a Chapter now and that they'd need more supplies as such. Wight however left out the fact that they had proof that the gate opened since as he reasoned it, that was Makkor's job. Hopefully the decision to wait would provide Ragnyll time to defeat the Voss.

    Time passed as the Templar wrote his report, it wasn't until late into the night that Wight actually remembered something that he should have asked Zwei and deemed it appropriate to include in his report. Asking his superiors in the Order if they knew where any Relic may be left within this land. With that extra set of questions added to his report the Chapter Master stood once more taking his large mug of tea with him as he went into the night.

    Where was the veteran Templar going at this hour of the night with steam trailing behind him from the large cup of tea? To bother his Mentor once more in hopes that the grizzled Father might know the general location of a Relic or two from the old wars which might aid against the darkness looming ahead.
    >> [S1] Croix !!J4t5diFXuSg 09/20/11(Tue)04:17 No.16361412
    >Across the camp, Armitage realizes she has things to do that day, and doesn't sign the sheet after all. She decides instead to just mingle and maybe listen to some preaching

    "...And so concludes today's lesson." Croix closes the book in front of her, looking out over her diminished flock. They were doing well after the battle,
    but there was still temerity left in their hearts. They slept, they ate, they tended their weapons, they studied their texts, all as normal. Outwardly, they were as full of fire as ever, but in their hearts Croix still saw reservations. Much of it was simply being dropped into a drastically new environment, surrounded by non-believers and rough characters. Croix knew the Ragnylls were good people, and indeed had already become friends with several. But her flock so far had made few connections, sticking to themselves and to their countrymen. It pained her to see her people Isolate themselves so, but she knew not how to help them welcome their new brothers and sisters.

    Pondering this, as if by divine providence she finds a flier detailing a mock battle between the two forces. Such an exercise would be perfect to instill a competitive brotherly spirit in her children, and could perhaps be just the thing to break the ice for them.
    She quickly signs her name, and rushes off to inform her flock
    >> Anonymous 09/20/11(Tue)10:24 No.16363404
    >> [T] Brother Iksender !!PcdQoaysHQ5 09/20/11(Tue)14:21 No.16365167
    C'mon, keep this thread alive!
    >> Anonymous 09/20/11(Tue)16:50 No.16365982
    >> [RBBT][P-Ss]Pvt. Springer !u/EYfo0o8s 09/20/11(Tue)17:24 No.16366321
    Springer watches from a distance as two of the Aeon soldiers spar in the middle of the impromptu ring they'd set up, the other two watching on. She studies them as if intently reading their movements, her arms crossed over her chest. Sanders steps up beside her, breaking her train of thought.
    Springer doesn't move, still watching the Templar and his subordinates. "About a bunch of guys with spears and shields? Not really. We'll have better things to worry about than those guys."
    "You know, there's nothing keeping them from pulling us out of the Striders if they manage to get close enough."
    "That's a pretty big if... we'll see if they can deal with what we're packing once we get there. I've got a little surprise ready for 'em."
    >> Sir Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/20/11(Tue)20:23 No.16368100
    Can't let this thread die while GenesisCommand is busy with his death tourney.
    >> [TA] Knightly !IMYfe1j54Y 09/20/11(Tue)20:33 No.16368238

    No, because I would like to ask Command and/or Mana about the possibility of putting explosives in her body in the event that she is incapacitated in battle and about to be captured by the Voss.

    Skipping the whole RP thing, I realized after talking about the folks in the RP about the versus fight that we have maybe two people who could actually stop Mana in a fight. Which would be relevant in the event that she goes down, we are unable to recover her, and the Voss brainwash her and releases her on us.

    Additionally, without Soapworth's warping ability, we may be unable to recover Mana in a situation where she would go down.

    Anyway, I was thinking of putting some implant that would, upon some kind of signal, maybe from High Command or Mana herself, would release some special compound that would bind with the Ibonyte in her body and essentially turn her into a walking nuclear bomb about to go off.

    I suppose you can liken it to the Predator mini-nuke, a little extra something in a worst-case scenario that would allow Mana to have the last laugh.

    Would this kind of thing be feasible/approved?
    >> [E] Dr. Anders !j3LbBTgn8s 09/20/11(Tue)21:06 No.16368639
    With the appropriate supplies and the Major's approval, I could implant something like that.
    >> IronCommand !SjkHabNIL2 09/20/11(Tue)21:21 No.16368760

    I would implement it if only both our consents are met.

    Though I will ultimately carry the overriding deciscion. The resulting signal will go straight to any journalistic entity, and any judicial power of your choosing.
    >> [TA] Knightly !IMYfe1j54Y 09/20/11(Tue)21:29 No.16368846

    Journalistic entity? So you mean that as soon as our worst-case scenario occurs in which Mana suicides, the reporters will immediately know about it?

    And this all hinges on Mana's consent. Presumably, it would be her who has control over the kill-switch, along with maybe one or two other people that she trusts.

    Though I would like to remind Mana that the Voss are unlikely to grant her a warrior's death. They have shown in the past a desire to capture her alive.
    >> [TA] Knightly !IMYfe1j54Y 09/20/11(Tue)21:43 No.16368969

    With regards to the signal being double consented, perhaps we can have a simple three-key system?

    Mana and two people she picks can trigger the kill signal.

    If one person triggers it, the two other can override it.

    We could make it a bit more complex, but with Mana picking who gets the keys, then there shouldn't be trust issues here.
    >> Mjr.Mana !!jtTqSsN+V0O 09/20/11(Tue)21:43 No.16368975
    I refuse, I'll have all of you killed before someone put a remote bomb in my body.
    >> [TA] Knightly !IMYfe1j54Y 09/20/11(Tue)21:57 No.16369120

    Well, you could always have you have the only key to trigger the bomb, and have one other person have a deactivation key, in which case the only thing that would happen is the other person might override your kill switch if they believe you can still be recovered.

    It's your body, so you could put your own terms in this. But if you're completely opposed to the idea to this idea completely, then I'll drop it here and now. I'm simply trying to think of countermeasures to potential worst-case scenarios that can occur.
    >> Mjr.Mana !!jtTqSsN+V0O 09/20/11(Tue)22:04 No.16369195
    The worse case scenario is that I'll have all of you wearing an explosive collar on the same frequency as the bomb, even the TA. Now if you could drop that stupid idea.
    >> [IRNSNL][P]Cpt.Gunther !3QUDPTn2Js 09/21/11(Wed)00:10 No.16370019

    Yeah this was pretty much the answer I was expecting.
    >> Chapter Master Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/21/11(Wed)02:39 No.16371350
    >Finally gonna use 10 xp for an upgrade.
    >Getting Exalted with the drawback unable to run at 5 hex speed.

    As the Chapter Master approaches Zwei's quarters once more a small group of grizzled Veteran Templar's approach him. The foremost speaks after they kneel before Wight.

    "Chapter Master, your Siblings have discussed the matter of your Shield Brothers. It was decided that you should allow a Veteran Honor Guard to ensure your safety for the good of the Chapter."

    Wight almost frowned at the man which was even his elder among the Templars, however a smile crept onto his face.

    "Rise Brothers, you know as well as I that I am more than willing to defend my Siblings to the last. As such you came to this decision with wisdom and clarity that I will learn soon enough. So I welcome you as my Honor Guard, guide me so that I may remain on the right path."
    >> [T] Brother Iksender !!PcdQoaysHQ5 09/21/11(Wed)05:10 No.16372328
    goodnite bump
    >> Anonymous 09/21/11(Wed)13:03 No.16375048
    Let's keep this going!
    >> Chapter Master Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/21/11(Wed)16:42 No.16376965
    After slapping his new Honor Guard on the shoulders and sending them to get some rest Wight continues toward Father Zwei's only to be greeted at the door by one of his flock. The girl informed him that Zwei retired for the evening like any normal Aeoni however the Elder Father had left some texts and books in the library for Hellghast's Inspectors to look through as they themselves tried to find information on the Gate.

    Although the Chapter Master assumed his Mentor wouldn't be awake at this hour however the news that there were Aeon texts in the library bolstered Wight's resolve, even the library itself might contain snippets of information that could aid him in the recovering of Holy Relics. As such the Templar continued his late night stroll with a slowly cooling mug of honey tea, this time toward the Library.
    >> Anonymous 09/21/11(Wed)19:10 No.16378555
    >> [TA] Knightly !IMYfe1j54Y 09/21/11(Wed)19:34 No.16378809

    >Sorry about the delay, soldier.

    "Hmm... Private Anders, is it? Very well then. You'll find the medical tents on the Western side of the camp, about 20 yards North of the barracks."

    Knightly motions towards one side of the camp, past the vehicle pool and several large tents.

    "Since you're already here, I'll take your papers and get your equipment, squad, and bunk assigned to you. By the time you're finished in the medical tent, I should have everything assigned to you. Just report to the logistics tent when you're finished."

    "Now if you excuse me soldier, the recent Aeon arrivals has resulted in a mountain of paperwork for me to do. Feel free to speak to them, however I must ask that you try not to antagonize them. Heavens know that the last thing I need is more paperwork to file."
    >> [E] Dr. Anders !j3LbBTgn8s 09/21/11(Wed)20:09 No.16379143
    "Thank you. If you're busy, I'll not hold you further."

    Locating the medical tent, Anders meets the other doctors and the medics that will he will be working with while preparing his kit for the next battle.
    >> [M] Pvt. Paisley !!RXDkJssl8v6 09/21/11(Wed)20:39 No.16379471

    "Your last letter left me wanting, Julian. I love you. I miss you. I'm so scared for you--we all are. Your mother's worried sick every day, and your father hasn't said a word about you ever since you left. We know that you had to do this, but I wish you didn't have to. I miss you so much, Julian. Come back to me, please? Come ba--"

    Paisley stopped to adjust the desk lamp, fidgeting with the flickering light when he heard a familiar sound come from the hall--the familiar sound of metal sabatons stamping on hard ground. He swung his head up just in time to see the heavy, wooden doors of the library swing wide with a tortured creak, exposing the Aeon soldiers on the other side. Four men, heavily armed and armored, three of them encircling the fourth, who seemed to wear even fancier regalia than the normal Aeoni Templars. He was holding something in his hand--was that a cup?--, his eyes scanning the library.

    Paisley gulped. He hadn't exactly interacted that much with the Templars--Iksender and his Neophytes, yes, but that was pretty much it. 'These guys don't look like neophytes, not like Gwendolyn or Lucien,' Paisley thought, slowly rising from his desk. 'They look like that Brother-Veteran, only scarier. Maybe it's an Honor Guard?'

    He decided a formal greeting would be best, getting out of his chair. "H--hullo, Brother-Veteran ('Or should I use sir?' He quickly banished the thought.). What brings you to the library so late?"
    >> Chapter Master Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/21/11(Wed)23:23 No.16381228
    As Wight and his Honor Guard approached the library the Chapter Master spent most of the walk trying to talk his Shield Brothers to return and get some sleep while he looks through the texts Zwei had left and anything he could find within the library proper. However the Veterans that stuck with Wight would have nothing of it, choosing to stick by him at least for some time this evening. By the time the doors were pushed open into the library Wight had given up.

    The Chapter Master's emerald eyes scan the library for the papers and books he was looking for or perhaps someone who might know where they were. As the still steaming mug of tea lifts to his lips in a long sip Wight's fierce eyes reach Paisley who appeared to have been reading a letter of some sort before his arrival. The Ragnyllian's greeting made Wight smile as he and his Shield Brother's nod in acknowledgement of the Private. The Veteran's at his side might have seemed slightly perturbed by the Private's lack of knowing that Wight should be addressed as Chapter Master but he did not mind.

    "Good even... hmm I don't believe we've been introduced. I am the new Chapter Master for Legio Aurora, Gabriel Wight. And I am currently searching for a few things, namely some papers and texts that Father Zwei provided for your Investigators to look through."

    Wight approaches the nervous Ragnyllian with a soft smile extending his arm for a warrior handshake while the other lifts his mug once more to enjoy the sweet honey tea before it cools.
    >> [M] Pvt. Paisley !!RXDkJssl8v6 09/22/11(Thu)00:18 No.16381733

    "Chapter Master?" The words tasted alien to Paisley's tongue. Ragnyll was something of a modernized army, with brigades, squads, platoons. "Chapter Master" was a title that was more befitting a church order's leader than that of a fighting force. "It's good to see you, sir--lord? Wh-whichever you prefer." Paisley managed a half-salute as he fumbled through his words. "Zwei, Zwei--oh! The old man! Yes, yes, him! H--he laid out some papers and books out on one of the larger tables in the back. He, uh, also requested some other texts from the library as well--old maps, some older texts, old collections of Ragnyllian mythology--'For reference,' he said." Paisley pointed to one of the larger wooden tables in the back, covered in dusty and slightly molding texts. He remembered the wild goose chase the old man had given both him and the librarian as he searched for several of the books some hours earlier, "temporarily requisitioning" both of them for their services "for the glory of Aeon and Alexander".

    Paisley's head snapped back out of the reverie as he found the Chapter Master eyeing him. "I--I take it that B--Brother-Veteran Iksender and his charges are under your command, yes?"
    >> Chapter Master Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/22/11(Thu)02:23 No.16382806
    Wight nearly chuckled at Paisleys reaction to the fact that he was a Chapter Master. Still the soft smile remained on the Templar's face as he motioned to his Honor Guard to go begin looking through the already gathered books and scattered papers in hopes of finding any clues of where Relics, which might aid them, might be hidden if there even are any in this land. The grizzled Veterans nod to their Chapter Master before striding over to where Paisley indicated. Wight however remained taking another sip from the mug filled with hot honey mint tea, however at this distance the Ragnyllian Private would notice the design upon it's side. The mug bared the Hellghast's emblem, how did the Chapter Master get his hands on it and why he had it, other than for enjoying tea, was unknown at the time.

    "If you must Sir Wight will do, however I much prefer to remain called Brother-Veteran or even Brother-Captain."

    He takes another long sip from his mug before answering the question about Brother Iksender.

    "Yes, Brother Iksender is among those in my care. Though at times I find myself relying on his strength among the other Siblings in Legio Aurora. I might add, did you get the chance to meet Iksender?"
    >> [M] Pvt. Paisley !!RXDkJssl8v6 09/22/11(Thu)02:52 No.16382994

    "You could say I know the Brother-Veteran and his Neophytes, yes. After that little 'incident' in the hangar bay, Iksender, as he put it, 'temporarily requisitioned me' to find two of his Neophytes that somehow got away from him. Then, he makes me join the hunt for that--that walker....thing that pissed coolant all over Springer and her squad, which probably took the better part of three hours, and finally, he makes me watch over said two Neophytes while he went off with that girl-Neophyte of his who acts like his aide, muttering something about 'things that need yet to be done'."

    Paisley let out a sigh, twisting his neck. "The experience was...trying, to say the least, Brother-Veteran, but shed some perspective on Aeoni culture and practices--especially from the view of some of its youngest aspirants." Paisley realizes he's putting on a tired smile for the Chapter Master, quickly composing himself before noticing the symbol on the mug. Paisley tilted his head in confusion. "That mug...where did you get that?"
    >> Pvt. Isane !!VMJuvVuY6J8 09/22/11(Thu)03:27 No.16383295
    'Umm, miss? This is a hospital, you can't smoke in here...'

    Isane glances over at the nurse, the same one that had mentioned seeing what could have been Oderkonn and Helena a week or two ago. Ignoring the request, she takes another long drag from the cigarette, the tip glowing red hot for a second.

    "Then I guess I'm done here."

    The machinegunner steps away from the window, flexing her left arm wrapped in a few bandages, necessary after her unfortunate encounter earlier. Ignoring any protests, spoken or implied, she pushes open the door, waving lazily over her shoulder to the concerned nurse.

    "Thanks for the info, see ya around."

    It was late at night, streetlights along with the moon illuminating the town as she makes a beeline straight for the closest bar. After what she went through, she required a drink, and while it may not make her forget, it'll at least take the edge off. There would be other times to try and figure things out. Slipping inside, she takes a seat and waves the bartender over, ordering the first in a long line of drinks to come tonight.
    >> [??][??]???? !u/EYfo0o8s 09/22/11(Thu)03:53 No.16383500

    As Isane makes her way into the bar, a rather odd looking figure, wearing a Ragnyllian pilot's uniform, watches her from a corner. It's not the uniform that's odd, it's the odd choice of headgear. The strange person wears a helmet in the style of an Aeon soldier, the long beak following Isane as she moves from the door to sit at the bar. Thick wisps of smoke rise from the eye holes and from between the joins between the visor and the helmet proper. It's not clear how this person is keeping from choking on the fumes, but they remain in a calm, seated position, arms and legs splayed across the booth chair they're sitting at.
    >> [Ar]Sleyth !!lIURwBKIw5c 09/22/11(Thu)04:14 No.16383650
    The sound of another Aeon ballad broke through the cool night air. The source of this revelry was a broken down bar in the war scarred section of Kolstec. Cleaver McLean's House o' Brew a business on it's last legs barely holding on and their newest client was doing everything but to help improve it's condition. Sleyth had all but taken over the place, what few people who stayed gave the vicious gladiator a wide berth. After spending the day challenging the local folk he had found a few choice individuals with the qualifications replenish his units in lieu of the tragic losses endured in the previous battle. And in standing tradition of the wind seared, crag of a hellhole he called his home region, he was celebrating his new allies in true style of his people. Much to the dismay of the surrounding patrons this included heavy drinking, constant berating of their manhood, and the occasional bout of violence against an offending piece of furniture. The only reason the local law enforcement hadn't been called is because those proud officers were currently nursing their wounds from challenging the boisterous Armslave earlier in the day. No it was going to be a long night for the patrons drinking in Cleaver McLean's House o' Brew, a long night indeed.
    >> [E] Dr. Anders !j3LbBTgn8s 09/22/11(Thu)04:40 No.16383855
    Wearily stumbling through the front door, Anders drags himself up to the bar. "Cheapest you got, and lots of it." Along with several others, he had been called away to the hospital to help with a constant influx of people with wounds and injuries. No doubt related to this very bar, he mused. Not like there was anything else for the miners to do in this town.

    As he chugs down the first of what is likely to be a long night of drinking, he spares a quick glance at the other patrons and returns his mind to his drink.
    >> Pvt. Isane !!VMJuvVuY6J8 09/22/11(Thu)04:58 No.16383994
    "Oi, would ya keep it down, some of us are trying to be civilized drunks here."

    Isane glares angrily at the group of Aeon's currently causing a ruckus, flipping them the bird with her good hand while the other nurses a beer. She couldn't stand any of those Aeon troops, they were all so cock-sure of themselves, not to mention how they acted like they were superior to everyone else.
    >> [Ar]Sleyth !!lIURwBKIw5c 09/22/11(Thu)05:09 No.16384062
    "Oh look comrades that must be Ragnyllian humor, really that was weaker than the piss you all try to pass off as beer, just be glad that you are fortunate enough to be in the company of those that can hold their drink and tell you lightweight excuses of drunkards what your famed brews really taste like!"
    Sleyth bangs his tankard on the table splintering the wood and lets out a vicious laugh.
    >> Pvt. Isane !!VMJuvVuY6J8 09/22/11(Thu)05:20 No.16384112
    rolled 5 = 5

    "Why I aughta." Isane says quietly to herself as her left eye twitches. Rising from her bar stool and leaving her beer half empty on the counter, she makes her way over to Sleyth, before slamming her fist down onto his table with a resounding 'thud'.

    "You, me, right now, we'll see who's a lightweight."

    And with that, she rests her right elbow on the table, hand raised in a obvious arm wrestling position.
    >> [Ar]Sleyth !!lIURwBKIw5c 09/22/11(Thu)05:22 No.16384125
    rolled 9 = 9

    Sleyth laughs and gives his response.
    >roll for armwrestling
    >> [Ar]Sleyth !!lIURwBKIw5c 09/22/11(Thu)05:25 No.16384133
    The Aeon girl no doubt empowered by the the bars home brewed drafts knock the stunned Aeon soldier off his feet. Consumed with rage the other members of his bad hold him back lest he break the Chapter master's moratorium on fights.
    >> Pvt. Isane !!VMJuvVuY6J8 09/22/11(Thu)05:32 No.16384165
    "Hah, I knew it, you Aeon dogs are all bark and no bite"
    Flexing her arms, she laughs at the furious Armslave, flashing him a sadistic smile before returning to her drink.
    >> Chapter Master Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/22/11(Thu)11:23 No.16386188
    He listened to the recount of Paisleys encounter with Iksender hiding his smile with the Hellghast mug, the tea was nearly gone, something would need to be done about that soon.

    "Yes, Iksender can be a bit overzealous from time to time but he is a good teacher to his neophytes. Though it sounds like he treated you like one of his own, however rough he is on them."

    As the Private noticed the mug's emblem Wight perked a brow before looking at the mug himself.

    "Oh, the Chapter was gifted it this morning along with some delicious tea leaves this morning by one of your tactical advisers. She seemed a bit flustered with what seemed a heavy work load thanks to my men however, I wish that I could do something to aid her in return."

    The Templar looks off into the distance for a moment lost in thought as he finishes the last of the tea within the mug.
    >> [M] Pvt. Paisley !!RXDkJssl8v6 09/22/11(Thu)15:02 No.16387978

    "What? But Advisor Knightley...um...huh." Paisley looked away, not exactly sure how to take the Brother-Captain's story. The sound of bells came from outside--23 strikes. It was almost midnight, meaning he was gonna have to step in for guard rotation soon. "I...am terribly sorry, Chapter Master, but I must take my leave now--other duties, you understand. I hope you and your men find what you are looking for." Paisley offered up another half-salute. "Goddess be with you and your men." He then ran to his previously attended desk, grabbed the letter, and walked straightways out, bidding the Chapter Master another "Good night" over his shoulder as he passed out the door of the library and into the lamp-lit street.
    >> Chapter Master Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/22/11(Thu)18:33 No.16389790
    The Aeon Commander continues his smirking at the growing even more nervous Private, however it was doubtful Wight would speak anymore about any encounter he may or may not have had with Adviser Knightly. The sounding that it was already an hour till midnight snapped Wight's attention as well and as Paisley made ready to go on guard patrol the Templar nodded and moved slowly to where his Honor Guard was already looking through the texts looking for any information on Relics.

    "May the night be mercifully quiet for you and all our sake's. May Alexander's guidance watch over you in the time to come."

    Wight thumped his chest in an Aeoni salute as Paisley salutes and makes off into the night to begin duties. The Chapter Master would be up for some hours more and as such would send for more honey mint tea as well as a large pot of coffee to help keep his Veteran Brothers and himself awake.
    >> [M] Pvt. Paisley !!RXDkJssl8v6 09/22/11(Thu)21:58 No.16391689

    Paisley walked to his barracks, the sagging grey building's disposition not helped by the flickering light by the door. He swung the door open slowly, seeing his squadmate on the bed right next to his. The dark-skinned man turned from cleaning the components of his grenade launcher, giving him a nod of acknowledgement. "Hey, man," he offered, testing the break action of the launcher.

    "Hey," Paisley returned, plopping down on his bed. He sighed, allowing himself a moment's respite.

    "So what was that letter, man? You got a sweetheart back home?"

    "Not now, Womack." Paisley took out a cigarette from the pack in his uniform's pocket. "Today's been pretty fething weird."

    "Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean. It's dose Aeon boys runnin' around heah--I didn't see you at the firin' range all day, man; what the hell was that all about?" The grenade launcher snapped back to firing position with a click, Womack inspecting the sights next.

    "I'll tell you when we're sittin' out by the bridge."

    Womack offered a little chuckle as he slung the grenade launcher over his shoulder. "Whatever, man. Just grab yo gear before we scoot."
    >> Anonymous 09/23/11(Fri)01:18 No.16393409
    So when's this training match gonna start?
    >> Chapter Master Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/23/11(Fri)01:27 No.16393492
    >There's been talk that'll go down this weekend, but IronCommand is working on a Comic that he has to turn in by Monday. With that Knowledge it might get put off till after then, but you never know what he'll pull outta his sleeve.

    Over an hour passes as the Veteran Templar's dig through the Aeoni files and texts, the Chapter Master stifles a yawn as he hadn't gotten or sent for more coffee or tea. Still they seemed to be making progress, a few texts from both a Ragnyll book of mythology and a report of a Knight who's armor was entombed somewhere on the continent. There was also mention of a pair of weapons however the information on any of these possible relics were shady at best. Still Wight made sure to take notes on any information they had garnered so far, however he and his men were growing more and more tired as time continued to pass.

    By 24:40 Wight declares that he and the Honor Guard should take a break to get some fresh air before deciding whether or not to continue for the evening. The Chapter Master decides to spend this time to get at least a refill for his mug of tea, where he was exactly heading to get that refill only he could possibly know.
    >> [Mnky][M1] Pvt. Armitage !!b5IxBuu9REZ 09/23/11(Fri)03:01 No.16394197

    Armitage had been having a good night. Earlier she'd met a delightful young cleric, and had gotten on quite well with the "Hammer Maidens" accompanying her. She'd just finished a lovely meal of roast lamb with the pair, and they were now walking down the nearly deserted city streets making small talk. The wayside lamps cast off a soft, warm glow, and the night sky was perfectly clear. For the first time in a long while, between the good food, the carefree easy conversation, the warm night and the dreamy lighting, Armitage felt perfectly content and peaceful. On their way, she chanced a look into a little hole in the wall by the name of Cleaver McLean's, and stopped.

    "Oh...Oh my, ah, excuse me, I uh, need to, my friend you see...W-well it was a very lovely night. I'll see you t-tomorrow, then?" she stammered to her slightly bewildered companions, before turning and stepping into the dimly lit, sparsely populated tavern.

    Her hair was a mess, thick with stale sweat and cigarette smoke, the dark circles under her eyes now practically pitch black. Her coat had been cast off, hanging defeated from the back of her chair, her shirt wrinkled and flecked with blood. A new bandage covered her arm. She had just sat back down, sneering at an Aeon man that Armitage didn't recognize. She sat heavily, leaning far over her glass, the look of triumph soon souring into a dour frown. Armitage walked up behind Isane, put her arms around her waist, and gently laid her head on her shoulder

    "Come on, love, it's been a long day."
    >> [Ar]Sleyth !!lIURwBKIw5c 09/23/11(Fri)04:23 No.16394980
    "WAIT!" Sleyth bellowed. He stood up shaking from rage. The Chapter Master had forbidden them from engaging Ragnyllian soldiers but even so there were matters of his honor that had to be dealt with.
    "You there" he directed at the person helping up his new adversary "What is her name!"
    >> Pvt. Isane !!VMJuvVuY6J8 09/23/11(Fri)04:38 No.16395072
    Isane's grip tightens on her nearly empty bottle, ready to smash it over the bar and slash at her unknown 'assailant'. Thankfully, Armitage speaks up, and she relaxes, putting her beer down and standing up.

    "Yeah sure, it's a bit too loud in here for my tastes."

    She punctuates her words with a nod of her head towards Sleyth.
    >> [Ar]Sleyth !!lIURwBKIw5c 09/23/11(Fri)05:13 No.16395296
    "RRRR.... Know this Wench I am Sleyth of the Legio Aurora, You have bested me today and by my honor I must accept this defeat."

    Sleyth snarls out of gritted teeth.

    "But this insult I have suffered to day will be rectified, there will be a sport between our forces soon.So i offer this challenge...be there. Then you will know the true strength of an Aeon warrior."

    Fire burning in his eyes he composes himself.

    "So I ask once again what is your name."
    >> Pvt. Isane !!VMJuvVuY6J8 09/23/11(Fri)05:38 No.16395441
    Isane looks over her shoulder at the pissed off Aeon soldier as she departs with Armitage by her side.

    "Hmm? Oh, sure thing bub, lemme write it down so you don't forget."

    She digs around in her pockets before producing a scrap of paper and a stub of a pencil. Scribbling down a word or two, she hands it over to Sleyth before finally leaving.
    >> [Ar]Sleyth !!lIURwBKIw5c 09/23/11(Fri)05:56 No.16395563
    Sleyth looked at the paper and clenched his fist in rage.

    So this was the name of his blood adversary the one he would have to defeat in glorious combat to regain his honor. His teeth clenched so hard his mouth started to bleed.

    "So close and yet so far away." He thought to himself.

    "Umm are you alright?" One of his concerned charges asked.

    "Fine." snapped Sleyth "Back to the barracks all of you! We start training at daybreak."

    Hastily his new recruits made their way to camp ,leaving Sleyth there alone.

    It was going to be long week before he exact his revenge compounded even more by an unforeseen problem. He held the note out one more time sneered and shoved it back into his pocket.

    Though his foe had been kind enough to write down her name Sleyth unfortunately never learned how to read.
    >> Chapter Master Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/23/11(Fri)13:06 No.16398189
    Seeing as where the Aeon troops were currently staying, which was much further to the library than Wight intended to walk, the Aeon Commander strides toward Hellghast's command building. Despite the never so friendly welcome he knew they would have tea or at least coffee, even if they weren't intent on sharing he could get directions to a place that would. The Ragnyllian Command building was mostly dark and silent seeing as the bare minimum were currently working to keep tabs on anything that might happen or any communications they might receive. Still Wight politely didn't pry into any area's that seemed blatantly off limits.

    "Hello? Anyone still around that might be polite enough to spot me a cup of tea or some coffee? I've got a long night ahead and need the gloriously caffeinated beverages to aid me."

    The Chapter Master knew his voice would carry through most of the building but not far outside, knowing either that anyone inside would either be too busy to satiate his thirst and ignore him or perhaps he'd get directions to where the best tea in camp was.
    >> Mjr.Mana !!jtTqSsN+V0O 09/23/11(Fri)16:34 No.16399841
    Mana not needing sleep anymore was at her desk working on the endless paperwork that came with commanding a unit like Hellghast.

    "Hmmm someone at this hour? Well I don't have anything ready but I can heat water for you. Do you prefer coffee or tea?"

    >oh btw it came to my attention that mono and demon are worth more than I thought when I calculed my xp so I can technically get one more upgrade
    >3rd mongoose upgrade: Invasive species: The mongoose thrive in foreign environnement often killing locals that are ill prepared to combat them. Heal 1 hp per squad killed.
    >> Anonymous 09/23/11(Fri)19:36 No.16401958
    >> Mana Player !!jtTqSsN+V0O 09/23/11(Fri)19:46 No.16402078
    For your information IC left to DM so there won't be any game tonight.
    >> Chapter Master Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/23/11(Fri)23:22 No.16404352
    Smiled warmly at the hulking figure that was Major Mana, handing her the mug with Hellghast markings so that it could be filled with hot water.

    "I prefer tea to be honest, however which ever you have at hand would be appreciated. But on to your remark about someone being up this late a few of my Brother's and I are busy mulling through some of Father Zwei's texts in search for something."

    The Chapter Master leans against a wall while waiting for the hot water and hopefully tea leaves that Mana might be offering.
    >> Mjr.Mana !!jtTqSsN+V0O 09/23/11(Fri)23:59 No.16404726
    Mana waits for the water to boil before transversing it in a silver kettle, adding some tea leaves and waiting for it to be ready.

    "Being an officer has some perk. IronCommand seem to like me too for some reason."
    Mana shrugs after while talking.
    "Not that I need it anymore, but keeping some on hand is always useful."
    She deftly start pouring the tea in the chapter master mug.
    "So I don't think I had the chance to do so but welcome to Kolstec, you're welcome as long as you don't start too many fight. Also keep in mind that a some of the soldiers don't like your nation due to our last encounter with you."
    >> Chapter Master Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/24/11(Sat)01:51 No.16405680
    Nods as the Ragnyllian Commander continues their small talk, this was the first time he had actually had a chance to see the 'Abomination of Ragnyll' in person. However Mana seemed like a true exemplar of humanity despite being more metal than flesh. But even first impressions could be wrong, Wight would wait to decide his opinion on the matter till he knew her better.

    "It must be hard, being unable to enjoy sleep and I assume proper food as you used to."

    As Mana refills the mug he inhales the aroma with a smile, oh how the Chapter Master loved tea. A tentative sips follows the inhale, he was careful of the heat.

    "Mmm thank you for the hospitality Despite the brash nature's that a few of my men exhibit they will be much more restrained in the future. I can say however that those opinions your men may have against my country may be valid, some Aeoni seem to have lost their path."

    Wight takes another sip of the steaming tea before sighing happily.

    "Now I do believe that I'll let you return to your paperwork while I get back to my research."
    >> Pvt. Isane !!VMJuvVuY6J8 09/24/11(Sat)05:52 No.16406885
    >Gonna use 20 of my 25 points to buy 2 aspect upgrades. Still need a good name for the 2nd, but I'll figure it out later along with some fluff, though suggestions would be lovely.
    >[Aquadynamic] Double movement when in water.
    >[???????] Complete stealth when in water.
    >Leaves me with 5 points, 5/6 normal upgrades used, and 2/3 aspect upgrades used.
    >> Mjr.Mana !!jtTqSsN+V0O 09/24/11(Sat)09:19 No.16407930
    "Sleep I don't miss much, even though it's hard to stay entertained. Not being able to eat and drink on the other hand is extremely annoying."

    Her voice remain level while she talks.

    "As for my men opinions they don't matter, they are soldiers not politician. They seem to think everything is either black and white while it's more like shades of grey."

    Seeing as Wight get ready to leave she bides him farewell and return to the small stack of paper. Most of them himiko reports on rubber weapons and paint explosive.
    >> Chapter Master Wight !bi3bE9LH/Q 09/24/11(Sat)14:03 No.16409895
    Wight nodded once more at her remarks about trying to keep entertained. Nearly anyone else in that situation would lose their humanity and become a monster, she however seemed to be holding it together fairly well.

    However the Chapter Master's face stiffened at her remark about her soldiers his original assessment seemed to be off, that statement could mean she was slowly losing sight of her humanity. Or it could mean that Ragnyllian Command was even more strict than an Inquisitor.

    "Personally, I've never believed that any human's opinion doesn't matter. Even though morality may be just shades of gray fighting a war for Politician's or because you're told too rarely has positive effects. Most war is true that way for similar reasoning, a man should defend what he believes in however. Still it's a shame to see you act like this, good night Major Lanista..."

    Wight turns to leave, his stride making obvious noise against the floor as he exited the Command Building. He had no intentions on revealing how he had realized the fate of Mana Lanista, nor did he have any plans on informing this knowledge to any of his men. Still the Chapter Master had a pile of texts and papers to continue looking through and it might take him all night before he finishes.
    >> Anonymous 09/24/11(Sat)18:51 No.16412398
    So...possibility of a game tonight? I kinda wanna join...
    >> Mjr.Mana !!jtTqSsN+V0O 09/24/11(Sat)22:28 No.16414413
    Mana look as Wight leave. Then say to the empty space where he was for herself.

    "Since when did an army officer need to care about his soldier opinion? It seem Aeon officer training is worse than ours... if they have one at all. I guess I can't expect much from an idealistic greenhorn."
    >> Mjr.Mana !!jtTqSsN+V0O 09/24/11(Sat)22:42 No.16414574
    >seem like IC is drawing more page for his comic contest, and there probably won't have a game tonight.

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