Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Post by Jovena Barbados on Sept 22, 2014 6:44:57 GMT
Jovena was sitting in the back row anyway, so when he gestured for them to leave she popped up and let herself out. She wasn't about to make waves by asking stupid questions. Even if she has a genuine need to know, she'd rather just ask the rest of the team than to ask the Major or Commander. She didn't want to waste their time with her pettiness. Once back in the barracks she went to her room and pulled out her duffle. What to pack was an all night debate since she didn't know where the other team members were to bother finding and asking them. She loaded and unloaded the thing so many times before settling on two pairs of camo, a couple pairs of street clothes (incognito, right?) and shoes she can run in. She tossed her knives in the bag on the bottom and those stayed there for the rest of the night. Finally she climbed under her covers and forced herself to sleep. No sense going on a mission tired.
Post by Lorraine Blackmoore on Sept 22, 2014 8:12:22 GMT
Lorraine had paid little mind to Roy as she had been inducted into the army alongside the man and had already shared her frustrations with how he went about speaking to superior officers. As Alastair and Vlad both handled their replies to the eye patched man, the woman simply stood with little more emotion than a person who might be watching a boring sport. With no further questions to be asked and satisfied with the answer given, Lorraine beckons Felix to follow and makes her exit once they were dismissed. As the day was still young and they would begin early in the morning, she was going to save packing until later so she could squeeze in a few more hours of training as she would be incapable of doing so at night. Hours found her in the training hall trying several things: attacks with Felix, techniques with her swords, aiming with her bow (she still was poor at long distance.), and in general, casual exercises. A shower followed, and then safe in her room she went to pack her things. Despite what one might think, she packed very lightly. Only one pair of clothe she would need for casual wear, her gear, and then her coat and cloak for heavy weather. Beside her bag, she rested her twin blades then crawled into bed to sleep while Felix curled up beside her, nose nuzzling into her shoulder.
Vladov Russ departed the meeting and went straight to his room. He quickly brougt out his rucksack and set about packing. The big man removed his prior Bulruchian cold weather gear and packed it away. Additionally the man packed three extra pairs of heavy woolen socks (also leftovers from Bulruch), the Lodan issue cold weather gear, two extra uniforms, his canteen, a heavy sleeping bag, and then standard Lodan issue combat gear. His basics taken care of, Vlad retrieved his rifle care kit, and set to work. He dismantled the entirety of the rifle to clean each part, and spent the majority of the evening doing just that. Upon completion, the man stored away his care kit in his rucksack and examined his handiwork. The task done, Vlad finished arrangements for his ammunition supply and then retired for the night.
Post by Roy Greenheart on Sept 25, 2014 9:45:37 GMT
after been talked back from a question that could been answered guessed number Roy stood back as he snorted a bit as the room started to empty out, he didn't like going into something without at lest guessed information since going blind into something from his past experience had always turned out bad. but like any good man of the army after all the men had left he then left to headed back to his home and started to preparing. packing into a small shoulder sack he got some dried smoked meat for short term , gold if they ended up in a town, flint and steel if they end up camping , a small utility knife , he also packed his blue jacket and blade clothes in case he needed them as well as a spear colored eye patch.
Post by Roan Everette on Sept 26, 2014 1:21:38 GMT
Roan felt his stomach turn at the end of each sentence played back through his mind about the mission they were about to undertake. A recon mission? Perhaps that meant the odds of injury wouldn't be that high? If they were indeed simply trekking into enemy territory to gauge their military power then perhaps the cover of night, as well as the short number of infantry would be less likely to result in casualty. With the time he spent with the EIRALS however, he knew better than to expect the best case scenario.
Expect the worst, but hope for the best." he muttered under his breath.
The young soldier sat on the edge of his bed and leaned over his ruck sack where he loaded it to the rim with all manner of healing sundries that could be found in the most compact first aid kits he was allowed to use. His training wasn't yet complete and thus, he could potentially cause more trouble than aid if he wasn't careful. He also packed for cold weather (something he himself hated, but was sure his comerade Adelheide would appreciate).
After loading everything Roan began performing his breathing exercises to lessen the anxiety he was feeling from anticipation already. This was it. He had to be ready. For while the infantrymen would watch each other's back to make sure everyone came home safely... Roan would be the last line of defense when it came to keeping them in the land of the living. Their lives were in his hands.
Post by Alistair Malak on Sept 30, 2014 5:38:28 GMT
He waited patiently on the main deck of the Basalisk, the largest airship in the EIRAL Arsenal. She was a fully outfitted War Galley, and the bane of many an Air Pirate. Perhaps not the most stealthy of EIRAL ships, but then Alistair didn't truly believe in a measured response. He believed that you either went big, or you went home, and there was no sense in having a big stick if you weren't willing to use it. Measured response was Skye's thing, and it only worked so long as you weren't at war. What were they going to do when Sveden decided to attack, and more importantly, what were they going to do about the Anders? They couldn't simply hope that the MI wouldn't take this little conflict as an invitation to thin out the EIRAL numbers.
"Make ready to release the lines," he shouted to the crew as he surveyed their work on the deck. In all it took over 30 active crew to keep this ship flying and combat capable, but prior to the automation of the day, that number would have been tripled. That left the deck looking relatively empty, but he wouldn't complain. There was room enough up here to play a good old game of Football, and below decks there were cabins enough for all the officers he was bringing on this little expedition as well as a fully stocked galley and weapons locker. Of course, he had taken the spacious Captain's Cabin, as was his right. They were still going in on foot, but if they needed an extraction, this was the ship to bring.
Once he finished his survey of the deck, he moved back to the gangway and waited for his officers to board.
Post by Lorraine Blackmoore on Sept 30, 2014 7:12:03 GMT
Lorraine was awake early in the morning before even the first rays of sun shone on Lodan. Having retired early the night before made losing an hour of sleep easier and although she was not hungry at all, she would force herself to have breakfast at least with the spare time she now had. Felix still slept on the bed as she carefully climbed out and glancing over the small, old fox, she could barely make out the signs of his ear and feet twitching to indicate he was having a terrible dream. With a small frown that tugged at her lips, she dressed in the darkness of her room, strapped her twin blades to her hips then checked her gear for anything she may have missed. In the mess hall, she quickly ate breakfast--something light as to anything heavy would make the bundle of nerves she was growing into something she was not willing to deal with. Once breakfast was done, she packed a few items of rations into her bag then headed back to her room to fetch Felix. The old fox sat at the door waiting for when she came and was on his feet almost as instantly as the door opened. Scurrying out, the fox made for the deck of the ship they would be taking with his master right beside him.
On deck, Lorraine greeted the Major with a salute as she waited for the others to arrive or instructions to be given while they waited. Patiently, Felix stood beside her as if knowing now was not the time to sit or meddle around though as he was a fox and curious by nature, the little beast couldn't help but peer up quizzically at the man who would be leading their assignment. Still, both Lorraine and Felix remained quiet as early mornings seemed to demand such a thing.
Post by Jovena Barbados on Oct 2, 2014 6:19:00 GMT
Jovena was right on Lorraines heels, boarding the ship and she saluted when she saw the other woman do so, realizing after the fact just who it was in front of them receiving the salute. She stood a little taller in his presence and kept her mouth shut. She wanted to look as professional as possible. This was going to be her big chance and she didn't want to spoil it by saying anything crazy out of turn (at least in front of the Major, maybe when it was just the recon team about).
Post by Roy Greenheart on Oct 2, 2014 23:41:13 GMT
after a good luck hug from his son and a kiss from his wife that morning he quickly set off to ship and arrived in time , boarding the airship , he didn't like flying at all from past experience but he know he had no choice in this matter as there was a mission to do as he got himself a set.
he looked over to the other who where talking among themselves, something Roy would not do fully , since if you become too attach to comrades in arm ,it hurts more when something bad happens. he was a man of arms and if there was a war coming then he needed to be a swordsman 1st a husband 1st and a farther 1st, not a friend. he took out his sword to make sure it was still sharp as she sat on his place , running a cloth to clean it knowing full well it will get dirty again.
Vladov Russ followed Jovena right up the ramp and onto the ship. He snapped a sharp salute to the Major before stowing his gear. He kept with him his rifle, which he took back to the deck and found an empty section to set up. He dismantled the entire thing and began going over it inch by inch. Nothing would be wrong. Nothing ever was. But it never hurt to double check. He focused on his work but somehow managed to keep watching the rest of the crew, and the rest of the recon team in particular. Two sword fighters... one a part of one of the recon squads, one lacking the sense of a walnut. The last member that he could see he didn't have a clue about. She didn't have anything that gave her away and he wanted to know more. That could wait though... he had a weapon to maintain.
"Release the lines," he shouted to the sailors, "Inflate the ballasts and take us up, lets get this barge moving yesterday!" He'd already given the helmsman a heading and a course, there was little left for him to do. He watched as the wind sails were deployed and the lines tossed free from the dock. Above, the giant helium balloon began to strait as more of the chemical was pumped in, while smaller balloons around the edge of the ship began to inflate. They would help get them up, and act as stabilizers, but could be released in case of battle. Once he was pleased in the efforts of the sailors, he turned to look at his officers. Only two of them were actually standing at attention.
Alistair shook his head and raised his voice, "Atten-Tion!" he shouted and waited for them to move into the semblance of a formation. He didn't have the highest hopes, but he could be proven wrong. Once that was accomplished, he took a look at each of them and shook his head. "Does this look like a pleasure cruise?" It was a rhetorical question, he hoped no one was dumb enough to answer. "Drills start now, everyone pair up and show my your skills with a blade. I don't care if this is the first time you've seen one. We meet up with the enemy and you'll need to know which end to stick them with. Once that's done I want this deck swept and mopped. It better sparkle. Do a good enough job and you'll be invited to join me for dinner tonight. If not, you get to each the slop the rest of the crew eat. Your choice." That said, he turned on his heel and headed off towards his cabin. "Dismissed." he said as he reached his door and let it close behind him.
At the cry of attention, Vladov ceased what he was doing and moved to formation (or whatever it was with four individuals). After they were dismissed from the short briefing, Vladov moved to his rifle gear and arranged it quickly so it was all together and out of the way. He returned from his gear with his rifle's bayonet, a 21.5" knife with a leather grip and the scabbard still in place. He looked first at the swordswoman he had already met, then the swordsman with the eyepatch, then the woman who he knew nothing about. Since he didn't see a sword on the woman, he made the safe assumption that he would be the least hindrance to her drills. Swords belong with swords.
"You. Are you hafink any problems with beink mine partner? I am not seeink a 'mech'. A..." Vladov trailed off, trying to think of the word in English. "A long knife. So I am hopink we are beink on even footink, ja?" He waited for her reply like a statue.
Post by Lorraine Blackmoore on Oct 4, 2014 19:06:43 GMT
Having already been at attention, Lorraine remains so with Jovena at her side until their higher command was through with his orders. Once the formation was allowed to break, she placed a hand on the butt of her blades and waited patiently for another to make the first move as she was well aware she and the eye patched man knew swordsmanship better than their other foreign comrades. Reflecting on it, of their four person group, she was the only one native to Lodan and it had her wondering if this was no coincidence that her comrades were foreigners. Perhaps because they would fit in best and be least likely to be detected? Then why risk bringing her. Nevertheless that was a question for the higher ups. As Vladov approached Jovena, Lorraine felt a subtle frown form on her lips but dismissed it to understandings. To the pair, she says, "Should either of you wish for instructions on how to grip your blade properly or which techniques might suit you, do not be afraid to ask myself or Roy." A smile was offered after and she nods to them before she gestures for Felix to sit out of the way. Turning to Roy, she unties a single blade from her hip, takes several steps away then presents the blade in its sheath as her goal was not to harm and the protective cover would protect. "Are you ready, sir Roy?"
Post by Jovena Barbados on Oct 6, 2014 4:03:07 GMT
While everyone else fell in step and the Major made his expectations known she stayed at attention and listened to each syllable with great importance. Soon as he dismissed them to do as they were told, she reached into her bad and dug around for her knives. Everyone else grabbed their weapons as well and next thing she knew she was approached by her partner, or who would be hers for this drill anyway. She eyed his blade, not quite a knife, not quite a sword. She looked to him. "Ok Luv, we can be partners," she raised both hands, each armed with a blade. "mind if I use two short to your one long?" She asked, hoping it didn't sound as perverse as she feared it might.
Post by Roy Greenheart on Oct 6, 2014 12:13:14 GMT
After the commander shouted out his orders after lining up from attention, the commander ordered out his orders to do drills or better to way to explain it , sword fight each other. Sure Roy know something like this would come and worst thing he didn't know how these guys used swords. Never the less when the woman who he remembered joining up with called him out to fight, Roy did not take the chance to reconsider. He drew Oukami as she sang from being drawn , the green steel shined from her polished body as Roy held her in one hand.
"Ok then let see what what ya got" he points with the tip of the blade at the woman. He planned his normal way to fight, just to swing and hit with force and just keep attacking until they give or what would be classed as a kill, but mainly he aimed to brake her sword if possible . He could have the strength advantage just to overpower her and is able to take more hits but who know what tricks she had up her sleeves since she could had more training then your average hired blade. never the less , this fight will be interesting.
(final version done, hope this ok ?)
(edit last part removed to be used later in next post due to post clashing )