Nomads Settling In The North

[youlovesocks 652]

 

The relentless winds bombard the waves of men as they shuffle their way through the snow drifts, trudging their way deeper into The North. There are no distinguishable uniforms: the group is made up of people of all nomadic professions, ranging from simple peasants, to highwaymen, to down-on-their-luck commoners. Together, they are what make up of the host. The host stops abruptly, followed by the shouting of a muffled voice. Before they realize, two score of charcoal coloured skeletons appear on the surrounding hills. The men and women bundled together in a crude circle. The only sounds to be heard were the ringing sound of steel, the clicking of bones, and the ever present wind. The band set up camp at the base of a hill, ignoring the skeletons. At that moment, they didn’t seem to be attacking: Only watching.Some men began to cower in fear, others staring the skeletons down, the lack of discipline and diversity in veterans and craven peasants becoming ever so present in the group.

 

"Oi, get s'more tinder! This fire needs to be roarin' to block out th' Northern winds tonight!"

 

A group of men all wearing identical bandanas scribbled madly on pieces of paper, they sent out pigeons in all directions, they seemed to block out the sun. The messages being sent out across Anthos call upon all whom dare aid in the settling of the North.

 

[[ OOC: Bring tents, food, don’t bring things you don’t want to lose. You might die, we don’t want to hear complaining. Other than that, enjoy here are the coordinates as you would receive if you choose to rply get the bird.

-300x

-1250z ]]

 

[empirerebel 305]

Tiberius Ireheart-Flay III sits by the fire place, "My arse is freezing!" he shouts to nobody in particular, a group of men trudging in the snow around him. He pets Prince David's head, a trophy he had kept with him since the skirmish at Malinor, he scrutinizes the area around him to see nobody whom Tiberius could recognize. Tiberius then gets up and waddles over to his tent where he sees Han, "Finally, a fawking actual person," He thinks to himself before crawling into his bed, "Good night Han, we will have a tedious day tomorrow." He says, then he proceeds to drift into a deep slumber. 

[Dreek 1633]

Dreek goes to visit his son in the north!

[SirSnowMan 318]

Ailred Ruthern sits by the fire at the campsite, pulling his

fluffy hood over his head to warm his almost frostbitten ears.

[youlovesocks 652]

Han shivers as he inches closer to the warm fire, the sun setting below the sharp horizon.

 

"Aye. A tedious day indeed. Tomorrow, we set off for Abresi in search of a priest willing to speak the words of Saint Augustus Flay"

[PtahWithin 1320]

*A note lies half-buried in the snow*

 

Blood for Coin?

 

HOW ABOUT ****ING BLOOD FOR FURS

[youlovesocks 652]

The hardy nomads of the north nods to each other as the sun sets below the horizon, sending a cold, dark chill over the Northern lands. Scav rubs his ears and curses under his breath as he treks over to his sleeping mat, "Fuckin' cold gettin' to me ears." Han nods at Scav, "Tomorrow we'll go see a doctor." He then glances over to Tiberius and Scav as they shuffle under their covers, himself doing the same. Abner scratches his head lightly and grabs for the stock of a crossbow that was leaned up against the frigid stone. "I'll go keep watch. It would be best.." He grabs some extra layers and sets off to patrol the surrounding North

At that moment three of the four nomads fell sound asleep, awaiting the next morning when the sun will wake them with a warm, comforting glow shining on their faces.

[Pinsir99 526]

Vierna purses her lips after receiving the letter "Possibly..."

 

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Aerius grunts, he crumples the letter up, burning it "Fools."

[youlovesocks 652]

Han grips the staff of what was thought to be the Scourge leader, standing atop an ice cliff looking around over the vast amount of land around him. Han nods happily at their recent victorious fight for land with the Scourge.

 

"Good work, boys. Tomorrow is a new day, though tension is getting high here...we'll weigh our options."

[Aislin 4354]

Gronkk tears down Tuv's tent and uses it as a blanket.

[The Fact Core 511]

A dark feeling is floating around the northern mountains, a dark creature spotted those beings as black fog surrounds it.

[Proddy 2415]

Darius Flay sits around a fire with the rest of his Flay brethren, fiddling around with a small knife in his hands. He sighs, a breeze hitting his skin. He grunts. "Feckin' cold..." he mutters loudly.

 

(( I'll officially join you guys in-game up in the North soon ))

[Lark 2227]

Four Fingers sits in his cozy cabin in the woods, sipping a tankard of Slippery Sarkozy as he reads over the note in the dead of the night, "Hum, Te' north eh? Maybe I'll send 'em some supplies." Four Fingers puts the letter and tankard down and goes to his larder, as pulling away a wooden door a sizeable pile of food falls onto him. "Yeh, I'll send 'em some food." grumbles as he pulls himself out of the pile. He walks to his treestump storage area and takes a few woolen sacks and begins stuffing them with carrots, bread, melons, potatoes and whatever else he can spare.

 

((I'll show up later today with an RP cart with a few stacks of food and whatever else pops into my head. Lark won't be joining but he'll help :3))

[Draeris 3124]

Two white owls, trained to fly through the cold winters of the north, arrive at the camp, carrying a small painting covered in a thick woolen blanket. Once they drop the painting and fly back, a large seal can be seen, stamped on the large woolen cover.

 

 

Once opened, it reveals a painting and a note. The note says:

 

"Dear nomads,

 

De Rosaens would be happy to aid you on your journey, but first we shall remember you

what we eat for dinner, and what we could gift you,Hence the painting.

 

The painting we send was merely a gift to hang on a wall. de Rosaens hope

you will enjoy the painting. We found it delightful to pain this masterpiece of our kitchen.

 

With High regards,

 

Christopher de Rosaen

 

 

 

 

 

((Thought it would be nice to bully you with our wealth, either way, send a Aviary or RP PM if you need aid from us. Enjoy the painting! ))

[5678 260]

Captain Burz watches from the cliff top. A Bohra raises a bow, taking aim for the center mass of Han, before being slapped across the face by the Cultist "Not yet, master wishes to destroy them personally". The scouting party moves away, the howling wind off the Icy north enveloping them.

 

((Aww yea, pe ve pe time))