Initiate
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: John Raines, John Mercer
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29
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Post by Jack Mercer on Jun 10, 2017 6:37:59 GMT -8
The villages that fed Tyran, farm filled and not always well defended - detested summer time. Joseph had always marveled that the time of lightning bugs and idyllic scenery was so horrible.
In the Fall, Harvest put everyone on alert, Laelia KalIba just as her father made sure the army came in force to protect the years gain. Swift military reprisal had been the punishment since her Father. This ensured protection at the most vulnerable and promising time, bless the legions!
In the Spring, the rainfall drove the bandits to other opportunities, in winter the snows kept everyone more or less in. This is not to say they were not attacks and raids on occasion, but most warlords took the season off. Joseph knew, like all the other field hands that the summer was the time for bandit raids, for the rise of a new raider “king.”
That was why this year when buying new seed and feed in Hampton, he splurged and spent several months pay on a necessity. A new, will forged, long sword. He even sprung for the leather scabbard with his initials embroidered at the head piece.
J.D.
He was had bought it on the rumor that the bandits seldom attacked any farm with armed guards. While most field hands on the Henry farm had staves and clubs, but now they had a fellow with a sword, to say nothing about Benjamin's new bow.
This was going to be a good year.
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Initiate
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: John Raines, John Mercer
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29
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Post by Jack Mercer on Jun 10, 2017 9:11:21 GMT -8
Jairo had been waiting for this for months. The Henry farm was one of the leading producer of grains in the farmlands, and used most of the best in making beer and ales. Old man Henry was entirely too rich and entirely too secretive about it. He always paid the right people to sway the Tyran Fellowship.
The fellowship loved the summer, where the sheer reputation of the time inclined farmers to part with wealth. Henry paid all the gangs worth paying, including the Fellowship. Last year.
This year he’d turned it down at the rumor that the Fellowship had fallen on bad times. He would've been right had it not been for that new fellow. Someone who had brought them the new way. They'd prepared all spring in the old caves. He had spared no effort and no expense. He'd even bought a new crossbow in Hampton.
The tension cable was so tight, the pull so heavy he almost fumbled the winch that prepared the weapon to fire. Whew. Only one simple fellow with a sword on this field…
Jairo wasn't really keen on the murder, but after the decimation… after meeting the new leaders, after the training, he steeled his nerves and pulled the simple trigger launching the quarrel right between the shoulder blades of this stupid field hand.
He crept up to the body and checked for pulse before motioning his group to move up into the height of the grain and advance. The boss had said everyone of them…
Jairo settled himself at the thought of more murder before noticing the fine belt and scabbard. J.D. embroidered on the leather..
Jairo Declan! Lucky day! He didn't hesitate untying the sword belt and wearing it himself.
This was going to be a great year.
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Initiate
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: John Raines, John Mercer
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29
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Post by Jack Mercer on Jun 11, 2017 19:54:29 GMT -8
Old Man Henry had been killed. That was the report the outriders had given young Captain Marlowe. The whole of the place had been sacked, burned, and not a single servant, guard, or family member lived to tell the tale. Few crops were ready, so those that weren't were put to torches. All the livestock was taken and what wasn't was slaughtered on the spot. The bandits had been systematic according to one well-spoken outrider.
What had her even more disturbed was that the fire was so wide spread but controlled- and that so many died without putting up a fight. It suggested good tactics. It also suggested however minor, magic. Captain Elaine Marlowe was not the kind of officer to not take all the information and apply it. This meant the bandits, or whomever attacked did so with a skilled leader. Worse- it was probably a new one.
She hadn't heard of anything involving a new bandit crew, so this had to be an old one with new tricks. An old member of the Royal Army, she'd served Queen Monet and then Queen Saphire until the most recent cataclysm. She had experience, but she didn't have much for resources. So she'd put out hooks into some adventurers- or she'd have to probably evacuate the town if the attacks continued.
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Initiate
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: John Raines, John Mercer
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29
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Post by Jack Mercer on Jun 12, 2017 20:37:46 GMT -8
Marlowe had been serious. The note on the old mercenary captain's desk set him to thinking just who he could send for such little money. The old training field was near empty, the armory they had kept as private milita during the hold 'Houses' era, before the queens and kings and whatever was relic on Blossom Street. Made of redstone- the small fort had been used by the Kaliban when they served as the army. Now, the new one- kept fortifications at the borders against outside attack. This was wise, prudent, and avoided the fact that their numbers had diminished for now in the chaotic repositioning of power.
No doubt Laelia would fix it, but for now it meant his deed on the Fort was an albatross. He couldn't sell it, nor could he sell the Bloody Blades, a grotesque name that stuck. They had few enough members that he couldn't help but note that if he sent his men- he'd need someone else to make sure they wouldn't die.
His name was Arngrim, and he'd been soldiering since he scarcely could grow a beard and he was utterly too old for this shit. So he put out feelers, he had ten men he'd send this very night. And while the rest would come, he'd send them out too. He'd already heard tale of one man who'd take the job with scarcely any money at all. In truth, he'd probably pay Arngrim for it. He put together a flyer, and sent off a letter.
The flyer read:
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Hampton Township in need of summer aid- Bandits growing too bold and need thinning out. Pay is 100 gold plus expenses for three weeks of work, plus a settlement from the Township. Work is with an experience Captain. Only serious inquiries.
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Initiate
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: John Raines, John Mercer
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29
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Post by Jack Mercer on Jun 14, 2017 18:30:12 GMT -8
Jack had a fight tonight. Past tense. It had just finished up, the opponent having pissed him off enough that he made short work of him. It was fencing, point match- not hard all to draw enough blood from small founds from the piercing tip of the epee to finish up in just less than two minutes. (The Crowd deserved at least that much. ) He had finished washing up downstairs and put on a pair of brown breeches, kept his dueling boots on, and pulled over his frame a well worn poet's shirt, the sleeves tucked under themselves and rolled up over his forearms. Jack had a way about him like that, a man of the people. When he joined 'his people' he did so with a charm, buying a round for 'friends' and soon settling into a booth to the left of the Aisle of Blades, as it had affectionately been named by Eduardo.
Jack usually watched the fights that filled the later hours, it had a way of keeping business around. The fighters were more deliberate, tried harder in hopes to score a challenge, or be a challenger. Alaro was seated at the same booth, having gained some renown after his defeat and subsequent victories over other opponents. People were clamoring for a rematch. The Aldori wasn't so sure. Pleasantries exchanged Alaro left the booth, and Jack settled in for an uneventful evening. He was tired, to be honest. Fights, work on the hideaway, and now leads on some work that'd take him out of town, IF he could find the help. Another ledger stood open, not in code, but simple. The expenses of what an expedition to Hampton would cost, and the projected success of the defense of it. If it could be done.
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Newbie
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Leth and Sy
Race: Both are mostly human with a hint of dragon blood
Gender: L: Male S: Female
Age: L: 27 S: 17
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Post by Naenethi Siblings on Jun 15, 2017 19:52:06 GMT -8
Normally, Leth preferred to remain in the shadows. A lot had happened since he lost his memory and one of those things was finding out his true identity. Sybil was more than just a child in need of his services to bring her back home. She was his younger sister. He wondered how someone so annoying could be related to him.
"Lethy!!" Bouncing blonde curls danced around her shoulders as she ran with a parchment in her hand "I found us a job!"
Letholdus and Sybil were nothing alike. Leth, a skilled archer, was the silent and brooding type. He fought in a handful a war that started because of Kings he didn't follow and now he found himself taking on small missions in order to survive. Sybil, on the other hand, was young and full of life. She travels halfway across Tyran to find her brother and refused to give up on him when he claimed to have lost his memory of her and the rest of his family.
The Naenethi siblings were noble born, thanks to the dragon blood, but besides a touch of magic, they were mostly human. It was mostly Sybil who could use magic, but it was her mind that was the most powerful tool. Meanwhile, Leth protected her with his bow.
"Look," Sybil gasped as she slammed the parchment down on the log that Leth was using as a table. "With this, we can find a REAL place to sleep for the night, not in tents." Her mismatched eyes remained level on his brown ones. "Please? I'll come up with a good plan."
Letholdus scoffed, running his fingers through sandy brown hair. He wasn't a cruel man by any means. In fact, Leth enjoyed helping others as much as he could with his bow and arrow. The problem was that he didn't enjoy putting his sister in danger. They were so close to returning to their own town that he figured they could just rough it for a few weeks.
Gently. Leth picked up the parchment and scanned it over. Bandits... Not only that, but it meant that they would be three weeks behind on their return home. "This will set us back."
"I know"
"And we have no idea how many bandits there are."
"I know," she repeated with a sigh.
Sybil's brows knit together and she puffed out her cheeks. She was strong enough to defend herself against a one on one fight, but bandits didn't exactly play fair. Still, when it came to the siblings together, they were nearly invincible. Sybil made the plans and used her magic, while Leth took out targets one by one with his arrows. What did they have to fear?
"Fine..." He grumbled under his breath before packing up what remained of the camp. "To Hampton then."
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welcome
Tyrannights is a free-form play by post RPG with a medieval fantasy setting. It was formed in 1997 by Shawn and Doreen with many different owners and versions over the years. Its current version is Tyran: Tales of Legends owned by Sinead and Laelia.
Tales of Legends is world and character building focused with and original setting. There are no forced character aps or registration, so come stay in Wendy's Tavern for a drink. Have you character serve one of two Tyran gods. Rule a city of your own, or serve Tyran's Queen. There are limitless possibilities for your character's story... so what are you waiting for?
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Tyrannights/VampPub was originally created by Shawn and Doreen. Tyran: Tales of Legends remake is currently owned by Sinead and Laelia Content is copyrighted to Tyran unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney.
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