Empires of Ashes

"I can still see him"

Trajan: alright LI, let him through.
she begrudgingly steps back

OOC: Just going to point out that any of you can kill any of my characters should you so desire.

do you guys think we should do dice combat?

OOC....eh
too random, doesnt allow for planned narrative

OOC: So if you really want to you could run the prince through next time he meets anyone under your control.



"I just want to know where my Prince is"

I mean player vs player, with some kind of handicap for ic superior fighters, so ket and LI are about equal, but if bush tried to fight LI he'd get a minus 20 to rolls

OOC oooh....hmm
IC Trajan: And you are?

OOC: -40 modifier sounds about right.

"I'm his cousin, fathers side"

Trajan: Is that so?

"Yep"

"He's on a mission. Why are you here?"

"His father sent me"

"Firstly why. Secondly why wasn't I notified"

*ket straightens up, and replaces his helmet, only now noticing almost half of his plume has been cut clean off* "are you here to join the fight"

"I'm afraid that's classified, and the orders came from the king himself hence why you wouldn't know."

"My question stands. Will you be joining the fighting?"

"Well then I'm afraid his current location is classified"

"I'm here to aid the Prince, Kelthrovi"

"Hm, you would do well to use my name boy, Lord General Ket'verahi. If I hear you sneer at my country again there will be hell to pay"

"I didn't know your name so I referred to you by your nation, considering that I'm talking in a fairly polite tone of voice it seems that the rumours are correct and you lot really are quite petty"

"Don't judge a nation by one man. If I did I might trust you right now"

"A smart mouth on this one, you come into a war-camp, insult a warrior worth a thousand of you, and 2 generals within 5 minutes. I would call you anything but polite. In fact I would like to call you a corpse"

Ooc this lad must have testicles the size of melons and made from solid brass to be talking shit to these three, LI is a full on tank, ket is a scarred to shit man currently covered in slowly drying blood and Trajan is a general of dracia, God damn

"How is keeping my word insulting the Consul? How is referring to you by your nation an insult? If I was a betting man I'd bet that you're itching for a fight, and that all this waiting around is driving you mad"


OOC: He's the Prince's older cousin and a Cymraic noble. Meaning that he is rather confident about everything, a trait not shared with the Prince

*looks at the Consul*
"I don't expect you to trust me, I simply expect you to let me do my job and protect the Prince"

OOC: You lot can kill him you know, none of my characters are protected by the plot

Trajan: enough of this. The prince is on a mission, if you want to see him, you'll have to wait for his return

"All I wanted to know"

Trajan: good

OOC: he is very much brawn instead of brains

Vulka: come on lets get closer to shore so we dont deal with more beasts

"Boy I will respect you once you have tasted battle, for now, I would have you apologise to LI, for your behaviour. Lest she loose her temper"

"And as for your bet" *he puts his blood slathered helmet an inch from his face* "I've had one today, but I wouldn't begrudge another"

Hana: yea...Thankyou

OOC: Just kill him, even I hate him now


"Please stop trying to intimidate me, it doesn't work. I apologise for insulting you, LI. It seems I've acted rather ungainly considering my position."

*He removes his own helmet to reveal a fairly weathered face with multiple scars and shaggy blonde hair*

"I am Brochael, Captain of the Prince's guard and older cousin of Prince Mordred"

OOC: Don't kill him! I forgot to delete that bit!

*A messenger taps on LI's shoulder*

Vulka throws hana over her shoulder and walks into the ship " one bowl of poppy juice and a pint"

LI turns
Trajan: I am Trajan. Consul.

Hana: 0.o

*he chuckles* "you've got more in you than most, this amount of blood turns most stomachs. I beg your leave consul, im going to go jump in a river" *he sarcastically curtsies then leaves*

*The messenger hands her a letter*
"For the consul"
*And then walks off*


"Forgive me for my....behaviour. It has been some time since I last slept and I am not in the best of moods"

Trajan: then get some rest *LI hands him the message and he reads it*

*In the message the Prince notifies Trajan of his cousin's imminent arrival, stating that there has been several assassination attempts on his mother so the King has ordered the Prince's bodyguards to join him for the duration of the campaign*

Vulka: the Ale is not for drinking. right hold her down

"It seems, Brochael, your presence here has just been granted legitimacy. GUARD!" *the guard enters* "Bring me Invicti Centurion Vittallion immediatly" the guard leaves. Trajan produces quill and parchment and starts writing

Hana looks confused

Vulka: its to sanitize the wound an its gona hurt alot.

Hana:...aaaaw shit

"Let me guess, the Prince just told you I was coming?"

he nods and keeps writing