The Age of False Innocence - IC

[TearsoftheWorld]

Numerous tents lined the open fields near Rosehollow Point, displaying the conformity and discipline of the troops contained within. The sound of swords clashing could be heard, even during the late hours of the night. High above the full moon displayed its pale face, providing light for those still awake.

The human encampment was buzzing with activity, as none dared sleep while the threat of battle remained knocking on their door.

Cassandra Grace was one of the few who had managed to get some sleep. It would be most unwise to go into a fight with your eyes feeling heavier than the sword you're carrying.

After getting some rest she awoke and sat up straight, her hands laying gently in her lap. Off to the side was her armor, propped up against a dummy. It was white chain mail, specially designed and fitted solely for her use. It could be worn by someone of like stature, but its magical properties would only react to her.

Rubbing her eyes she yawned and stood onto her feet. She searched for her robe and put it on, tying a string around her waist to keep it from falling off. It was an elegant robe, soft to the touch and composed of some of the finest materials available. She could have passed for royalty if no one knew who she was.

She was royalty... of a sort. The Knight Elite were a class of their own, and she was proud to be acting as their leader.

Pushing aside the fold to her tent, Cassandra stepped outside and walked over to the quarters of her officers, and she heard them discussing battle tactics.

"We could just ask them to stop fighting and give up. Wouldn't that be nice?" she remarked after stepping inside. She smiled and they grinned back at her.

"Yes, and then we can all go drink ourselves into a stupor," one of her captains quipped.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Biagio had spent most of the day resting, he'd arrived early to the camp more to the point any good mercenary he ate and slept whenever he could because there was never any garuntee of when the enemy might attack. They might choose the dead of night, or they might attack at dawn. They might even just wait patiently for more reinforcements. The point was to be vigillant and rested, not just during the day.

Now that the sun had set though the albino warrior wasn't nearly as restricted as during the day. Biagio had long ago developed magics to keep the searing rays of the sun from singing his deliciate flesh but it still required energy that he'd rather not waste if he didn't have to. Beneath the moonlight however he didn't have to spend nearly as much energy and instead he could let the hood of his cloak down, free his hair and walk make his rounds through the camp.

He didn't speak, not unless he was directly addressed and even then he tended to dismiss the soldiers with as few words as possible. It was, difficult to read this particular unit. He wasn't sure yet if they were in awe of him, happy he would be fighting on their side, or appaled that they would be alongside the grisly Necromancer. Either way he just wandered the camp openly making his presence felt.

 

[cats]

Mich Lionsfoot

IC: I looked around for my calvary, I had become lost from them in the night. Well no thats not true they left me behind in Oldhall as I had my way with blue eyed lady for the second time that day. They were worried of being late and she wasn't fully dressed yet, clearly a compromise was needed. So I sent them on ahead. But now in the dead of night I was less sure of my path. I had never been to Hayden meadow, and while I was sure to reach a place I've never been to, I was not sure it would be the right one.

I let a sigh of relief when I spotted the fires and heard the sounds of swords in the distance. Finally I could grab some food. I moved in drawing eyes in the usual manner I was accustom too. I came to a table by a tent were the officers were playing chess, and discussing tactics of battles long ago fought. I dismounted my horse and took my time moving over to there light.

The tent flap moved and I heard the familiar voice of a youthful maiden. 'We could just ask them to stop fighting and give up. Wouldn't that be nice?' I looked at the lovely form of voices owner.

'Yes, and then we can all go drink ourselves into a stupor,' a captain I did not recognize said.

Steping into the light, "First round is on me" I declared.

'Intruder' a guard declared.

Turning quickly to the guard and surveying the distance at the same time I asked only one thing "Where?!"

 

[Sean Renaud]

The combination of laughter and the hint of confusion brought Biagio's attention to the Officer's tent. Since he hadn't brought his entire unit with him he hadn't bothered to speak to the Officer's yet, but after resting most of the day this was probably as good a time as any to step in and make certain the officers were aware that he'd made he'd arrived, after all he had charged them a hefty retainer.

He heard the hint of confusion inside but the idea of an intruder this far into the camp, even at night was so unlikely that he didn't even reach for his blade. Instead he slipped through the tent flaps.

"Biagio Highborn reporting for duty si-" He snapped to attention saluting. He stopped himself right then, the person who "appeared to have the highest rank was a woman. Crap!He wasn't a fan of reporting in at all, but commanders always liked the mercs who adhered to the chain of command. Reporting to a woman though, that was downright repugnant and had him slowly, almost casually lowering his hand and even leaning up against one of the desks as he waited for the confusion to clear itself up.