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Name: Lealle Laeranir
Character Nickname(s): Lina
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Race: Human
Relatives: Father, mother, and a younger sister.
Occupation: Royal Guard of the military, in command of one of the five Ladesian outposts.
Title / Rank: Field Marshal

Physical Qualities / Appearance: Humans tend to be of an average make, although there are those who tend to be either extremely shorter than most or far taller. Such is not the case with Lealle and her family. Lealle stands at roughly 5 feet 8 inches, although in her officers regalia she appears 6 feet tall. Ladesian military regulations stipulate that she must maintain a certain body type, so with regular exercise and a strict diet she keeps physically fit, weighing in at 129 pounds. Much like her mother Lealle is fair of face with no blemishes or signs of scarring, and yet curiously enough she has a set of different color eyes: one of deep gray and the other a dark blue. Shiny black hair adorns her head and falls just shy of her shoulders, a few bangs falling in front of her face, and the rest tucked behind her ears.

Clothing: For the majority of her life in service Lealle has only known one thing: the more suited you are for battle the better your chances of survival. As such the Ladesian military has different battle gear for each soldier class. As a Field Marshal Lealle is entitled to the more ‘elegant’ and also more powerful equipment. The Field Marshal Aegis is a set specifically designed for that particular class and consists of a golden lamellar faceguard, golden chest plate, gold pauldrons, gloves, boots and legplates. Officers of the various branches carry an insignia that displays their allegiance to the monarchy on their shoulder, and a dark blue cloak is wrapped around the back.

If Lealle isn’t in her Aegis set she can usually be seen wearing a long shirt, the hem of which falls a bit below the belt. Fine patterns adorn the tunic, and is a piece of clothing usually reserved for nobility. She wears a normal belt that holds up her loose pants, and smooth black boots are on her feet.

Weapon: She carries a swiftblade nicknamed the Frostguard. While not a ’legendary’ sword, it is nonetheless of great importance and has a history all of its own. The sword came into her possession after her outpost successfully slaughtered a marauding caravan of Orcs. Apparently the Orc caravan had pillaged an ancient city of the Elves and brought with them long forgotten treasures. Lealle took for her own the Frostguard, and it has been in her keeping ever since.

Miscellaneous Items / Trinkets: Officer Insignia, a silver bracelet that she wears around her wrist, and a turquoise pendant that she wears around her neck. A gem inlaid knife is usually worn around her belt, a gift from a close friend of her family.

Personality: There are certain traits that one needs in order to succeed in life. While each person is different and unique in the own way, excelling at one whereas someone else excels at another, Lealle has developed into a woman that practically combines all the traits into one. She has grown up to respect her elders while still being reckless enough to make her own choices and discover the consequences. Such recklessness can be seen by others as courage, owing to the fact that the Human Spirit is filled with pride and determination and foolhardy as well.

In any case, despite her seriousness and dedication to her duty, Lealle is fairly cheerful, carrying a smile on her face. And yet she has been known for her fits of unexplained aggression and violence, and mood swings of depression where you would find more cheer in a graveyard. Perhaps she is starting to wear thin…

Background / History: The Laeranir family is one of the few families in Ladesa that contains some Elvish blood, although the amount is practically negligible. Her great-grandfather was one of the masons that helped design and construct the current Castle Keep, and as such her family has retained a certain ‘status’ among the nobility. Her father, Adeled, is the current scribe of the King while her mother, Temaia, is one of the Queens chosen handmaidens. It was only fitting that Lealle choose a path for herself that bound her to her country, and so she chose a life of military service. It is more than likely that her current rank in the military could be attributed to her ties to the monarchy, but she has proven herself on more than one occasion to be a tactical genius and overall strong defender of the regions. Currently she is stationed on one of the five regional outposts, those being the first line of defense to the country.

History of Ladesa: Humanity had evolved in many ways over the centuries. In fact, there soon became apparent splits within the species, one of which evolved on its own to become the fabled Elvish race. While not immortal, the Elves were nonetheless more mystical than their human counterparts. Each race grew stronger, more technologically advanced, and yet more spiteful of the other. Wars broke out, and in time each race was brought to the brink of annihilation. It is a sad fact that tragedy often brings people together, and so from the ashes of the many wars the two began to finally work together. Society recovered, and currently both races exist somewhat peacefully on the planet.

The Humans founded Ladesa, a thriving center of culture and human ingenuity, a realm devoted to the Light and towards ethical studies, while the Elves fortified themselves in Gaia. There are various cities and regions between each two power poles, but hegemony so far has been preserved. As it stands, Ladesa is divided into two main parts: the main town which holds various shops and markets, pubs and inns, etc. It is here that most of the trading takes place. The other sector is the fortified zone that holds the Keep and a handful of ornate Towers that house the Mages, Clerics, and Warlocks. The King and Queen take up abode in the Keep, but have been known to make their way in secret to the village to mingle with the commoners.
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(OOC) I'll make first post in a sec ^_^;
 
Lealle had arrived at the Green Field outpost just two days ago and already her sword had seen combat. Thankfully her blade was currently in her barracks, idle for the time being. Sighing to herself she sat down, practically exhausted from watch duty. As an officer she wasn't required to participate in those watches, but she felt it was necessary to get a feel for what was going on around her, to better prepare her in case something happened.

"Quiet night?" Private Markins had asked her earlier as she came up towards the outpost. Lealle had smiled at him and nodded her head, noting that it probably be a peaceful night.

"Yes, but remain on alert. Two days is more than enough time for them to recover their strength... but the fields are empty, not a sound to be heard for miles save for the wildlife."
she added as she moved into the fortifications.
 
Character Bio

Name: Victor Anders

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 24

Relatives: Deceased

Occupation: Scout/Spy for the Ladesian outpost

Physical Appearence: A diminuative man standing no taller then 5'6, he bares a constantly wary expression; motuh set and firm in stark contrast to his ever darting brown eyes. His most remarkable feature is most likely his narrow hands with their long, skeletal-slender fingers. He has a slight build that tips the scale at a mere 135 lbs. He wears his black hair long and straight back reaching between his shoulder blades, always in proper order save for a few rouge strands that can never keep out of his right eye.

Clothing: His attire is simple, often a tunic belted at the waist over leather breaches and high black boot. His hands are never without their hide gloves, and when out on a scouting expedition, he dresses in a white hooded cloak drawn down over his eyes.

Personality: He is often guarded against opening up, but once his shell has been breached Victor is loyal to a fault, putting those closest to him even above himself.

History: As yet, little is known. Here, too, Victor keeps himself closely guarded.
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(Opening post to follow; Glad to be here from the out-set)
 
Victor Anders

Victor was just inside, making his way towards the door Lealle has just entered from, and he stood aside to give her passage, tipping his head in a brief, slight bow.

"Good day, Marshal Laeranir; going out for a touch of air, and possibly lend my eyes and ears to the next watch. Don't misunderstand me, I do so love the quiet...but I do also enjoy a bit of excitment, time to time, and wouldn't mind some sort of going-on about the outpost."

He lifted one corner of his mouth then in a moment of self satisfaction. "However, I did manage to find myself a little sport earlier, and brought down three fairly large boar in the woods...for a handful of coin, I commisioned some of the local farmers sons to bring them up, so by tonight we should be getting a taste of fine roast pork."

Victor shook his head, suddenly aware of his rambling. "Do excuse me; I hadn't meant to take so much of your time. Certainly you have duties to attend to, or if not, you'll want to be getting a few moments for yourself." Again he offered a bow of his head, allowing the Field Marshal to go about her business.
 
"Very well. I alerted the night watch that the woods seemed to be fairly quiet tonight, so you shouldn't have many problems." Lealle said with a nod, her hand resting at her side near the hilt of her sword. The thought of a good meal like roast pork had caused her stomach to growl, and a smile spread across her face.

"I look forward to that meal, then." she added turning to head inside. After Victor had excused himself Lealle moved into her quarters, tossing her protective head gear onto the wooden table that was placed near the wall of her room. The fireplace was ablaze with flames, spreading warmth throughout the entire building.

"I need a bath," she said with a sigh, slouching in her chair. Hopefully the night would prove to be a peaceful one, although she was starting to feel a little anxious... never a good sign.
 
Victor made his way out among the night watch, smiling and making as much pleasent small talk as he was able without creating too much distraction. He finally went silent as the sun touched the horizon, leaning on the edge of the watch post, taking the splendor of the sky shifting along its array of colors; pinks, oranges and purples, tracking the sun's desent until it was gone and all was darkness.
Another moment passed before Victor moved once again, coming close behind the nearer of the two watchmen...he tried to remember the man's name, and was actually sad he was unable to do so as he drew his eight inch dagger from behind his back, sliding it instead into the make-shift sheath of the watchman's own back. The man tensed only a moment, and Victor lowered him quietly to the ground.
Stepping over to the other of the guards...another he did not know by name, but the face was known to him this time...he made quick work of dispatching him as well.
The dirty work behind him, Victor set about lining the railing with a series of seven short candles from a pocket, all facing into the forest where he'd been so recently. He still found it hard to believe the tiny candle flames could be seen at such distance, but the commander of the invading force swore the signal would do well enough.
Victor gave a weak smile and sigh back towards the baracks, and those few people inside he'd taken the effort to know. The offer of money and continued safety had been too great to let slip...especially as they'd have laid him dead on the spot should he refuse.
"May you forgive me, for the afterlife will be hard pressed to do so."
 
OOC: This thread is still open so the more people the better ^_^

IC: Lealle had her head leaning against the side of the bath, the warm water relaxing her muscles as she thought about tomorrow. A few soldiers would need to make a round to the nearest village for a few quick supplies, and then if the day proved uneventful she would get some practice in with a few of the untrained soldiers.

Sighing she just slipped into the water, staying submerged for a moment or two before surfacing. Stepping out she dried herself off and then got dressed, heading into her room to put on her armour. Her golden regalia glittered underneath the lights of the room, and she was preparing herself.

About a half hour later Lealle was leaning against the bastion, her arms crossed and her eyes looking out over the forest. The calm night carried a gently breeze, and it was fairly warm out. The sentinel tower to her right had a torch lit in its top, a few dark shapes fairly motionless. A spiral platform led up towards the tip but stopped level about 10 feet below. From there a ladder would be hoisted down to allow the guards up and down, keeping anyone from reaching the top if the situation called for it.

Turning her head to the left she saw a second tower. She didn't bother to look behind her, knowing that she would find pretty much the same thing. Below her, the courtyard seemed to be pretty empty: a few soldiers making there way here or there.
 
Aushla
Female
soothsayer, enchantress
No relatives

Physical desc: Aushla is of elven descent, having the noted ears and fragile body of the elf yet, she is quick and almost deadly in her strikes. Her attributes fall under the witching catagory and she senses the fear she sometimes places in the hearts of others.

She stands just above 5 feet in height and is small yet evenly built giving her a more seductive look. Her hair is white and long flowing with curls in that she wears a red dragon stone for protection. Her eyes, green as the grass see far and wide within and without. She covers herself in a sheath of mithryl underwhich she wears a white tunic and leather breaches. Her shoes are brown made of the earth.

She carries a sword, small, Dragonstone for the pattern of the stones in the blade.


hope this is okey


She moved among the soldiers stationed just outside the wall. She could sense the female prescence without acknowledgement. She had to see Lealle. There was trouble for the Officer. She had forseen a wandering danger and Lealle was the target. She made haste stamping here and there with lite even steps. When she raised her voice, it carried solidly.

"I am Aushla come to speak with Lealle" the sorceress said.
 
Victor looked out from his position just outside the main gate, watching this new turn of events. The arrival of the elf was certainly a wild card, and he already had more than enough faith in the Marshall and her soilders standing against an attack. He had thought the deck fairly evenly stacked on both sides, but now...well, it would make for an entertaining conflict to watch if nothing else.
He opted to keep close at hand, but out of the way of the actual attack. If the Marshall did hold the fort, all the better; his allegiance was truly was them as it was. Victor didn't want them to fall, he'd only been covering his own hide. Or, that's how he chose to rationalize.
On the other hand, if the fort fell, he could join in the spoils of the invading force, as payment for assistance.
Victor smiled and settled into his hiding place to observe. It was good to have ones bread buttered on both sides.
 
"I am Aushla come to speak with Lealle"

Those words carried a great deal and soon reached her ears. Lealle raised an eyebrow as she stood up from her position, looking around to see where it had come from.

"Aushla?" she said to herself as she looked up towards the sentry towers. Apparently some woman had approached the outer walls of the fort without alerting the guards. Lealle would need to at least replace them for failing to properly monitor the outpost. From her position she commanded two guards to open up the small gate and allow the traveler passage into the small inner court.
 
Aushla was led through the stone gates to where the lady waited. She sized her up quickly, and made mental images.

"You seek the knowledge I possess, fair one. I am Aushla from Gaia the Elven realm. I am seer, sorcoress, archer, I have come to offer my allegiance to you, Lealle, for times come soon of war and death" she said dipping into a low bow.
 
SuthernCumfort said:
Aushla was led through the stone gates to where the lady waited. She sized her up quickly, and made mental images.

"You seek the knowledge I possess, fair one. I am Aushla from Gaia the Elven realm. I am seer, sorcoress, archer, I have come to offer my allegiance to you, Lealle, for times come soon of war and death" she said dipping into a low bow.

Lealle had been standing high above the court when a few soldiers moved quickly to open the gates. She watched as the woman moved gracefully through the archway and into the main arena, and after a moment Lealle headed down to greet here. It didn't take much time, and Lealle saw that she was of Elven kind.

"While it is a pleasure to meet you, I don't recall requesting the aid of your kind. Our outpost is well guarded, as you can see." Lealle commented, noting the high command towers and the numerous armed guards... guards that she come to know and to serve.

"But you mentioned war and death... what are you referring to?" she inquired.
 
Sadly Aushla could tell she would have trouble here. She offered only what she had and that was her senses and her site.

"Lealle, I have seem great wars and numerous deaths of which your face is prominent. Your guards are heavy, your palace well encombered with safety. Yet herein lies unrest and deceit. Someone inside is traitorous to you" she responded.

"I was sent out from my village in seach of you, not to help protect but to offer my bow and my arrows, to ride along side you and assist. My sight sees far" she again dropped her head in respect. She was out of her league here but, she wanted to let Lealle know that she had forseen and was there to aid. Hoping for a place she met her eyes and waited for response.
 
While Lealle had always been skeptical about mystics, for the most their visions held some truth. Thinking silently for a moment she finally decided to see where this would lead, although somewhere in her mind she still held no judgments.

"Ok, I will allow you to stay here for a short while as our guest, but I hope that your visions prove false."

The thought of a traitorous soldier in her ranks was unsettling to her, and she began to ponder whom would want to betray her... it just didn't make any sense. In any case Lealle beckoned for the gates to be closed, and turning slightly she relaxed the grip she held on her sword.

"I can show you your room, if you'd like." she offered.
 
Nodding she turned to follow Lealle. She spoke partly of the visions she had seen as they walked to corridors.

"Not two days your sword saw combat, two days you shed blood on this very ground. A man, of means to harm, yet unwillingly so, sits waiting for time. You Lealle have a scent he is longing for. You have something he wishes for, covets. Life. Inside he remains close to you, yet unweilding to show himself. The battles to come will shed blood, innocent as well as tainted" her voice a mere whisper as they reached the room.

The door was hastily pushed away revealing such the likes as Aushla had ever seen. The bed, a regal statue was situated in the middle of a great room, a fireplace burned warmly in the corner. Heavy drapes adourned the bed letting the ehat dance inshadows. Aushla turned to Lealle and thanked her. But she was weary. Of one, he still sat and waited.

"He waits Lealle. He is patient and he waits" she said as she made to begin undressing.
 
Victor made his careful way back inside, and set forth to the barracks. Regretably, he couldn't hear anything once the woman had gained entry, and thus knew nothing of her intentions here. Truly, it may be nothing more than a coincidence, here arrival little more than a friendly visit to one of the many housed within. However, her timing did not sit well with him, and he thought it prudent to keep as much watch as possibly upon her; Victor had lived this long on care, and at times out right paranoia, and would continue to do so.

His own rooming was far less grand than the woman's...Aushla, that much he had heard as she called her greeting, so at least he had a name. His quarters were a line of bunks, identical in their sparse trimmings, sharing a single room with a dozen soldiers along one wall and a dozen more down the other. The one difference was his personal trunk, which sat at the foot of his bed sporting two thick padlocks. Again...care and paranoia.

He lay out in his bed in a semi-sleep, restful but alert. He pondered this Aushla and his options for action. For now, inaction seemed best.

"Look, listen, learn....the wise don't rush" he whispered to himself and the empty room. He had time for now.
 
One More

Character Name: Garus Belkinnand (GAH-rus bel-KIN-nund)
Titles: the Old Sage
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 88
Relatives: None Living
Occupation: Tactical Advisor

Description: Old and worn, Garus carries years of worry in the lines on his face. His hair is white and often bedraggled, worn to the shoulder. He keeps a trim beard, also white, which surrounds his ready smile. Though his gait is slow and his posture unsteady, his gaze is piercing and his deep voice rich, and soothing. He is slender, and carries a cane, but his back is straight and his shoulders are broad.

Clothing: Most often he wears a drab-green robe, tied about the waist with a brown sash. His shoes are old and scuffed. On his left hand he wears a tarnished gold ring, a plain band that seems a part of his hand amidst the wrinkles.

Weapon: Garus carries no weapon, though he has an arsenal of spells at his command.

Personality: Garus is beneficent and jolly, often seeming child-like in his enthusiasm. He is very personable, but is easily distracted. Under pressure, however, Garus' vast knowledge and wisdom become apparent, taking command of a situation as a man at a chess-board. Having no official military rank, Garus has learned how to manage situations and Officers without stepping on any toes, directing others with a kindly, unintimidating authority.

Background: Being a very learned man with a talent for teaching, Garus worked as a tutor of things both magical and mundane for many years, eventually attracting the attention of the nobility. He is now one of the most sought-after teachers, though sadly retired from the private sector. At present he is working as a teacher of tactical laws under the order of the King, working at the Green Field Outpost with a most talented pupil, Lealle Laeranir. He has been assigned to Lealle (whom he calls Lina) for quite some time, the two of them having a respectful, familiar relationship.

OOC: Eep, sorry if that's too long, I'll get to the posting already. If there's a problem with the background, feel free to post or PM me.
 
Garus Belkinnand

Garus sat alone in his room, once a barren-looking space, now filled with books and papers. On the desk before him was the lesson he had just completed, and he sighed, knowing that Lealle would likely already know most of what he had to teach her tomorrow. There were the finer points, however. And the finer points were what made the difference between five hundred dead allies, and five thousand.

He leaned back in his chair, lifting a hand before his face. With a red flicker and a hiss a small globe of flame grew there, hovering an inch above his palm. He watched it intently as the sphere changed, forming into the face of a young woman. As he watched it aged slowly, gracefully, flowing from an innocent young girl to a beautiful older lady. The woman's face, the vision, was just approaching old age when it vanished, blinking out of existence. He sighed loudly, his sleepy voice groaning something inaudible.

At length he stood, after the image burned into his pupils had receded, and readied himself for bed. "Ahh my love..." he muttered to himself, "Had we had children, would they have been as sharp as Lina?"

As he crawled under the covers he thought to himself, 'So sad we'll never know.' But he smiled, thinking of his pupil, knowing that he would see her in the morning.
 
The singing assassin

Character Name: Gali
Titles: The Singing assassin
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 25
Relatives: None
Occupation: Assassin

Description: A mountain of a man, 6`5" tall he is heavily muscled, he has a bald head and tattoos adorn his scalp.

Clothing: He wears loose fitting tunics and carries a spear tied on his back.

Weapon: The spear of Loathing - passed on generation after generation to the greatest assassin from the forgotten sect.

Personality: Gali is a big booming man he is jovial, but in an instant - in the presence of danger - he becomes 100% fixed on the battle.

Background:Training in the forgotten sect is arduous to say the least. Assassins by their very nature are lithe fast and deceitful. Gali, from a young man was never fast always brutish and was always picked out as person`s preferred target. In the sect you have to kill a person from the sect to progress to the next level and become an assassin. Gali continually foiled other attempts at his life by outwitting his rivals but not once did he kill any of them.
One day the sect leader took him to one side and asked him why he did not kill any who tried to take his life. his reply was ,"They do what is asked, they are not evil." The sect leader pondered for a moment, he paused and looked up to the heavens as if making up his mind.
"follow me," the sect leader walked off into a hut with Gali following him.
"Gali," the sect leader said, "you are the student we have waited for, one who is big shall come. This person will be the fastest assassin in the land, he will be so fast the air will sing in the dying ears of the evil. From today you train to fulfill your destiny."
For the next 4 years Gali was trained to a new level he became quick and lithe yet powerful, no one dared try and kill him, and he trained in peace. until one day he was asked into the same hut he had entered all those years ago.
"You are impressive and shall serve this land well," the cloaked figure handed him a long spear wrapped in cloth, "That is the spear of Loathing - it will kill many, that is its destiny. However yours is to use it for a just cause." Gali took hold of the spear it glowed a feint blue and immediately felt a part of him. "Now you must go you must travel, don't ever forget you are an assassin, but only kill those who the spear tells you, you will understand when the time comes. . . dark times come." Gali then left the hidden village and made his way into the world.
 
Gali the singing assassin

Gali had walked for a long time, he sang deep and bellowed in joyous bass tones as he made his way through the small wood. The spear glowed and vibrated on his back, it always struck him how blood thirsty the spear was.
Many a time had he spoken in harsh tones to the demon that dwelt in the `spear of loathing`. The demon knew who was evil and who was not, however if he had it`s way everyone would die. Currently the demon was asleep, and Gali enjoyed the time to sing. He was making his way to nowhere in particular but he had heard a tale of men amassing a small fighting force north of his position and was moving there. The weather was good and he basked in the noon sun.
 
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