Arcaea/Dining Hall Late 08-09/Calindra's Angels of Death
She was young, with mousy brown hair that hung to her shoulders and curled at the bottom in twenty different waves. The horse was a good one, as were her clothes, so the guard decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Probably some high ranking administrator's daughter - didn't pay to make a mistake.
"Your name, m'lady?" he asked.
"Cally - er, Calindra. Lady Calindra," she answered.
He looked up at her doubtfully. "Lady Calindra....?"
She hesitated. She's hoped to at least get in the damn gates before having to bring this up.
"Namtrah," she said in a hushed tone. "Lady Calindra Namtrah."
The guards at the gate straightened, and seemed at a loss as to what to do. Finally the watch captain stepped forward.
"Marshal Namtrah's...?" His question trailed off.
"My father," she said.
The guardsmen opened the gate, stepping aside wordlessly.
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Calindra Namtrah (Noble)
"They're good men," the sergeant said, as he led her to the group of infantrymen. "A little green, but they'll pick things up quick enough."
The men formed up ranks, each holding his shield rigidly in front of him.
"Had a little trouble finding volunteers at first, you being a young lady and all," the sergeant admitted. "But when they heard you were Hemming Namtrah's daughter, hell, they practically jumped out of the woodwork."
Calindra fought to keep her face emotionless.
"So...will you being calling them the Hellraisers, then?" the sergeant asked.
Calrinda straightened up to her full 5'6". "No, I have chosen another name," she answered. "Angels of Death."
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Calindra Namtrah (Noble)
"...because it says right here," Calindra said, waiting impatiently for the scribe to hand her the desired bulletin, " It says right here, Archer Opening: standard attack formation in the open, Inf: aggr - middle - wedge.."
"But m'lady, we're defending," the sergeant protested. "If you look at Sir Faulcon, you'll see his men are in a line..."
"The Angels of Death don't defend against monsters, sergeant, we attack them," she said with an air of finality. "Now go get us a good spot on the middle lines!"
The sergeant sighed and went off to form up ranks.
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Calindra Namtrah (Noble)
"Uhm, is that Sir Faulcor's tent?" Clarindra asked shyly. She carried a bouquet of flowers.
The guards looked at her, and the flowers. Perhaps they recognized her.
"Faulcon, m'lady," one answered, "and I don't believe my liege wishes to see you right now."
He glared at her sternly.
"I'm not certain my liege ever wishes to see you," he added.
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Calindra Namtrah (Noble)
As Calindra and her Angels marched out the north gate, she couldn't help but look around at the imposing walls.
"Enormous, ain't they?" her sergeant asked. "That's the spot right there where yer father and his Hellraisers scaled the walls and took the fortress, practically on their own." Her shoulders tightened.
"I was there that day, fightin' ag'inst him, you know," the sergeant said. "Never been so scared, watchin' them red capes climbing up over the ramparts."
He looked at her closely, and added slyly, "Hell of a man, yer father was."
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Calindra Namtrah (Noble)
