Rea Family/Leong/First Days in Perdan

Roleplay from Leong Rea Message sent to all nobles of Perdan (41 recipients) - 14 days, 20 hours, 42 minutes ago Leong had been drinking for.....well he wasn't sure how many days. Since he lost the Temple, anyway. Blurry-eyed and stumbling, he'd been making his way back to his temporary quarters at an Inn on the edge of the city, when he noticed the lines of men, marching east. He stopped cold, nearly falling forward face first. Watching the men, he pondered how much he missed that, marching out to battle. The easy swings of his sword, the rhythm of the work of death focusing him to the moment. The thrill, almost. He shook his head, after all, he wasn't much of a leader, what with the vomit down his shirt, and his inability to walk a straight line. He stumbled to his rented bed, and passed out.

When he woke in the morning, the feeling wouldn't leave, and the men were still marching out his bedroom window. Head pounding, he sighed to himself; after all, how bad could it be? One letter and a trip to the main recruitment office in the center of the city, and he was on a horse, 23 fresh men behind him, headed east. The tunic with his new colors didn't fit over his bulky Isle armor, so he opted to tie it on his saddle horn instead. He'd find a way to get it to fit later, certainly. As the countryside went by, he idly wondered what new adventures he would get up to, swearing to this....Perdan.

Letter from Leong Rea (Personal message to Smiddich Fontaine) - 14 days, 21 hours, 16 minutes ago Ambassador Smiddich,

My name is Leong Rea, and I come from the Isles to the north. Would you need another knight, sworn to your service?

~Leong

Sir Leong Rea Noble of Yssrgard

Leong assists in the first battle of bescannon, and remained wounded throught the second.

Roleplay from Leong Rea Message sent to all nobles of Perdan (44 recipients) - 11 days, 2 hours, 59 minutes ago Loeng wobbled on his horse, less from his wounds, and more from the amount of alcohol coursing through his system. He was wounded, after all, an arrow had grazed his thigh halfway though the first battle of [Bescanon]. What an excellent excuse to drink.

"Ho, scribe!" He slurred, "Tell those in charge guys I'm going to get more men!"

The scribe hurried off, unsure exactly who to tell........

Leong returned to Bescannon, to assist with a friendly takeover.....

Roleplay from Leong Rea Message sent to everyone in Bescanon (42 recipients) - 6 days, 31 minutes ago The beer had been flowing freely for days, and Leong had made several trips up and down the townsland, hopping party to party, and drinking every swill-water he could get his hands on. Why did he ever stop marching with an army? Booze from takeovers was free, and endless! Piss-drunk, Leong stumbled down one of the busier streets, eyes blurry and current drink sloshing down his front every few steps. The streets were busy, not with business, but with celebrations, and this street was no exception. There were many peasants just as sloshed as Leong crammed along the sides, but most still avoided the drunken noble, leaving a cushion of space for Leong to stumble through.

Naturally, a tall, stocky peasant tripped and floundered backward, right into Leong's path. Leong's legs tangled in the man's arms, and both of them ended up in the street, clutching bruised knees and elbows. The man recovered first, pinching his little pig-like nose, and trying to stand. "Oy, mate, watch yer feet!" Leong staggered upwards shortly after, rubbing his shoulder. "Du you know who you are talkn' to? Gut otta muh way, I've got more booze to stomach twonigh." The man looked entirely non-pulsed, swaying a little, and stabbing his finger into Leong's chest. "I dinnot care if ya are the King hisself, lad, ya still gotta watch yur feet!" Leong slapped away the offending finger's arm, glaring at the man. "I'm the bluedy Duke of the C-c-choas," he burped a little,"Islands, and margrave of chaos temp-," He swayed a bit, eyes unfocused, "and dowt ya furget it plesent!"

A crowd had started to form around the men, a rough circle outlined in drunken people. The much larger peasant spit at Loeng's feet, leer smeared across his face. With a shout of challenge, Leong swung a right hook at the man's grin, and a cheer went up from the crowd.