Dubhaine Family/Ciarghuala/Roleplays/2020/August

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Dubhaine Family
Fame 40
Wealth 19485
Home Region Ashforth
Home World East Continent

1st August

Autumn Evening - Askileon

Bruce Wilde

It was a warm autumn night, the sun had since long left its place in the heaven, leaving a field of sparkly stars behind it on the now pitch-black sky. On a open field next to the road that leads to Shinnen, dozens of red pointy tents stood pitched in neatly rows, lit up by the torches and braziers located around the camp. Little to no wind was present, making the banners and pennants hang limp, or sway ever so weakly in the occasional breeze. The soldiers of the camp paid it no mind as they scurried around to do their business, whether it was cleaning up after dinner service, inspecting the equipment, drinking some beer or engage in friendly gambling.

In the middle of the camp, stood the largest tent of the bunch. The interior of the tent consisted of simple furniture; a wooden bed, four simple dining chairs with a matching table, as well as a sturdy cushioned chair with a heavy desk in the corner of the tent.

The desk was full of various papers and documents such as letters, scout reports, and maps. On top of one map rested a steel helmet with a nose-guard, encircled with a thick golden band similar in shape and design to that of a ducal crown, faintly reflecting the light that came from the candle that stood next to the helmet. Next to the desk, Duke Bruce sat on the cushioned chair, slowly caressing a black and white ring on his left hand as he stared at the candle's dancing light as in deep thought, but with an empty mind. The peace was soon disturbed as Ilona, a gruff woman serving as the captain of Bruce's unit made her presence known. She was of average height, but the way she carried herself made her look slightly taller. Bruce had his back to her when she entered, but he paid little attention to his captain. At least that is how it looked like, but at this point Ilona knew that that was not the case.

"Your Grace," she started. "we are almost ready to settle in for the night. The guard shifts has been established, and we have restocked our provisions. We will able to get a couple of hours of rest before we rendezvous with Earl Leonid Castillo, and possibly Imperial Marshal Wassgandr Felsenbach, before we head for battle. Do you want me to have your wake-up call and breakfast arranged as usual?"

Without looking up, Bruce grunted affirmatively, and dismissed his captain with a simple wave. Ilona bowed respectfully before leaving her liege's tent, although Bruce did not see it, nor could he if he wanted without having to lean. Bruce soon found himself staring into the candlelight again, thinking about the Luria Nova of today, and the Luria Nova of tomorrow.

4th August

Autumn Evening - Outer Giask

Ciarghuala Dubhaine

The people seem to enjoy your story, and you manage to raise their spirits. Morale rises by 18 % to 92 %.
Your story also causes the citizens to become more patriotic.

7th August

Autumn Day - Outer Giask

Monsters!

Monsters have been seen in the region of Grodno.
The local population is requesting help and fears that the monsters will eat their food and destroy their houses.

New Statue

A new statue has been dedicated to Kiran Mir-Ashtan within The Gate district (Giask) by Duke Wassgandr Felsenbach.

Autumn Evening - Outer Giask

Huge Battle Fought

Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Vakreno Heaps:

Zuma Coalition vs. (rogue)
Estimated strengths: 50 men vs. 170 men
Attacker Victory!

8th August

Autumn Day - Outer Giask

New Marshal Announced

The sponsor of the Novan Wrath, Duke Wassgandr Felsenbach, has announced a new marshal: Knight Durk Spartan. He replaces Duke Wassgandr Felsenbach.

Autumn Evening - Outer Giask

Durk Spartan

With a bit of a sigh, Durk marched his soldiers back into Outer Giask. He had been playing the smart man's game of not wasting his resources... However, that led to him only watching as the wicked beasts got torn to shreds by Oskar's special forces. Although Durk was alive and his men well, he felt more akin to a corpse, missing the battles of uncertainty he had not so long ago thrived ( and almost died ) for.

To make the matter worse... Sol was crumbling under its own weight... How could he take revenge on Sol, if there was no Sol?! Perhaps he'd hunt down that Luke guy and vent a little frustration of him instead...

His thoughts churned as they entered the Townsland, but they quickly grew silent as Giask became more visible in the distance. Durk clutched his pocket containing Wassgandr's letter, he felt a pit in his stomach, and his feet began driving him towards Giask, unable to turn course. Durk took about 5 steps before a strong hand grabbed his cloak and yanked him with the force of a bull.

"KUH', Was the only sound that Durk could make, the air leaving his lungs as his feet left the floor and his back met an even stronger hand.

"Where do you think you're going, good Durk?", Came a woman's voice. "L-Lupe! Uh.. I was looking for.." Durk was cut off by an enormous finger being pressed to his lip. "Good Durk, Your men are right here." Durk felt the hand on his back tense... "You wouldn't leave your men again, would you?"

Durk gulped and shook his head. "Good... Marshal Durk"

Durk blinked... "Oh no..."

9th August

Autumn Day - Cadier

Ciarghuala Dubhaine

Looting
Your men take 155 gold worth of money and valuables from the people of Cadier and the local tax office.
Your men take 50 bushels of food from the people of Cadier and the local granaries, and send it to your home region of Poryatu.
84 peasants are killed in the process.