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The First Subjugation
The air was cold, as always, a chilly breeze blew up from the frozen river and winded around the large pines of the forest, making a whistling and screeching sound as it bit whatever skin revealed to the elements. Dusk was settling, and the sun was creeping below the western mountains, rays of light shooting around the evergreen trees and bathing the snow-coated ground in a ray of shimmering gold. The walls before them were silent and still, the biting wind the only sentry patrolling its decrepit ramparts. Few men called quietly from their concealed positions, and no more than five men emerged from the brush and behind trees, all backtracing away from those silent walls who looked well into their ruin. The walls’ sentry would take its last whip around the crumbled hoardings tonight.
The five men came together at a camp several miles from the forest. It was well into the night as they returned, and the perimeter sentries permitted them entry immediately. Three of them departed for simple tents, while the remaining two headed for the command tent, a circular pavilion with a flag of a shield, sun and eagle as its marking. The flap opened and a gust of cold air flew into the pavilion with the two, followed by the grunt of their commander,
“Mng. Wot did ye find?”
“Still abandoned. No sign of life so far.”
“Mmm… good, then. Send a few more men to watch it frew the night, an’ to report back should they see anyfing.”
“Aye, sir. Anything else?”
“Aye… Find out wot ‘appened to the slave wiff my wine, an’ see to it that a messenger is sent to the Patrikios. We’ll be attackin’ soon.”
“Aye, sir.”
The two snapped their heels together, clenched their fists and pounded them hard into their chests, extending it outward into a salute. The commander waved them off, more concerned with the growing hairs around his chin and face and mumbling some curses about the cold. The two scouts gave a nod of farewell to each other and then departed, heading off to fetch the new watchmen. The camp would be bustling with confidence tomorrow, and the silence the few men enjoyed tonight would be replaced with the packing and preparing of a force outfitting for battle.
Warclaim Location:
X: 2492
Z: 4913
Warclaim Time: Tentative Date - 11/15/13
Combatants: The Latinikon Company VS. The Inhabitants of the Fort
Notes: The fort that we have come across seems to be abandoned, with no region or owner to its name. Now, although this may mean that no one in fact lives here, the state of the area would imply at least some forms of life inhabit this abandoned complex. It is with this reason that we request a type of mini-event be granted to the Latinikon in the attack on this fort. A simple few barbarians(leather armor, inferior weapons and other things typically classified as “Barbaric”) who occasionally stay in this complex whilst returning from their roam of the frozen north. If this request cannot be approved, and a little bit of flavor added to the otherwise empty warclaim, then all is well and we will proceed with the “battle” on our own time, and simply request the transfer(or creation) of regioning.
I’d also like to state that this is the first Warclaim the Latinikon is conducting, and because of the questionable nature of any owners of the area, this Warclaim can be viewed as speculative and hardly even considered a proper Warclaim at all. Nonetheless, I feel it should be posted for the sake of roleplay and as a way of contacting whoever may still claim residency in his fort.
The air was cold, as always, a chilly breeze blew up from the frozen river and winded around the large pines of the forest, making a whistling and screeching sound as it bit whatever skin revealed to the elements. Dusk was settling, and the sun was creeping below the western mountains, rays of light shooting around the evergreen trees and bathing the snow-coated ground in a ray of shimmering gold. The walls before them were silent and still, the biting wind the only sentry patrolling its decrepit ramparts. Few men called quietly from their concealed positions, and no more than five men emerged from the brush and behind trees, all backtracing away from those silent walls who looked well into their ruin. The walls’ sentry would take its last whip around the crumbled hoardings tonight.
The five men came together at a camp several miles from the forest. It was well into the night as they returned, and the perimeter sentries permitted them entry immediately. Three of them departed for simple tents, while the remaining two headed for the command tent, a circular pavilion with a flag of a shield, sun and eagle as its marking. The flap opened and a gust of cold air flew into the pavilion with the two, followed by the grunt of their commander,
“Mng. Wot did ye find?”
“Still abandoned. No sign of life so far.”
“Mmm… good, then. Send a few more men to watch it frew the night, an’ to report back should they see anyfing.”
“Aye, sir. Anything else?”
“Aye… Find out wot ‘appened to the slave wiff my wine, an’ see to it that a messenger is sent to the Patrikios. We’ll be attackin’ soon.”
“Aye, sir.”
The two snapped their heels together, clenched their fists and pounded them hard into their chests, extending it outward into a salute. The commander waved them off, more concerned with the growing hairs around his chin and face and mumbling some curses about the cold. The two scouts gave a nod of farewell to each other and then departed, heading off to fetch the new watchmen. The camp would be bustling with confidence tomorrow, and the silence the few men enjoyed tonight would be replaced with the packing and preparing of a force outfitting for battle.
Warclaim Location:
X: 2492
Z: 4913
Warclaim Time: Tentative Date - 11/15/13
Combatants: The Latinikon Company VS. The Inhabitants of the Fort
Notes: The fort that we have come across seems to be abandoned, with no region or owner to its name. Now, although this may mean that no one in fact lives here, the state of the area would imply at least some forms of life inhabit this abandoned complex. It is with this reason that we request a type of mini-event be granted to the Latinikon in the attack on this fort. A simple few barbarians(leather armor, inferior weapons and other things typically classified as “Barbaric”) who occasionally stay in this complex whilst returning from their roam of the frozen north. If this request cannot be approved, and a little bit of flavor added to the otherwise empty warclaim, then all is well and we will proceed with the “battle” on our own time, and simply request the transfer(or creation) of regioning.
I’d also like to state that this is the first Warclaim the Latinikon is conducting, and because of the questionable nature of any owners of the area, this Warclaim can be viewed as speculative and hardly even considered a proper Warclaim at all. Nonetheless, I feel it should be posted for the sake of roleplay and as a way of contacting whoever may still claim residency in his fort.
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