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I think. That's the first part of friendship, isn't it?]]> 158@http://www.irc-roleplay.com/main Welcome friends, all. 2010-07-20T09:02:50-05:00 http://www.irc-roleplay.com/main/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=52#157 1944, 06/06 - Allied forces land at Normandy. [WoD, p15]
1944 - Los Angeles falls to the Anarchs and most of the rest of California quickly falls as well. Jeremy MacNiel is proclaimed Leader.
1944 - Andrei is embraced by Siegfried. [CbN2, p76]
1945 - Turing and the SoEs build the first computer as the machine that cracked the Enigma codes. This was given to, and dissected by, the British government. Turing predicts that the Digital Web could be created in less than 10 years with the aid of the Sleepers. Turing begins to think of A.I. machines.
1945 - WW II ends. [WoD, p15]
1945 - MECHA is constructed and begins to receive prisoners.
1945 - Japanese relocation camps are disbanded.
- The United nations is formed.
1946 - Billy Gramham begins his Evangalistic Career.
1946 - Britian grans Transjordon independence due to their help during WWII. [WoD, p73]
- ENIAC is created.
1946 - The Technocracy abandons Mexico's industry. Pentex is quick to grab it. The Technocracy drains all but four of the Nodes in Mexico city. The four Nodes that are not drained are hidden by Shaitan and his forces.
1947 - Iteration X spies discover Turing's plan, the Adepts communications with the SoEs, and accuses them of subversive activities.
1948 - Israel is created. The first Israel-Arab war occurs.
1948 - Britain yeild control over Transjordan. [WoD, p68]
1948 - Ghandi is assassinated.
1948 - Berlin blockade.
1948 - Tito breaks from Staline.
1949 - Jonather Peabody presents himself to the Garou of the Fanum, and arrange to help them if they would protect his 'mummy' body when he died. They agreed, but after he died he never returned. [UBRM, p17]
1949 - NATO is created.
1949 - Comecon is created.
1949 - Russia gets the bomb.
1950's - Possible sighting of a True Brujah (woman) at a Brujah Rant.[Cb-B, p14]
1950's -
1950 - The start of the Korean War.
1950 - The begining of McCarthyism.
1950 - Tammy Walenski is embraced by Khalid. [CbN2, p105]
1950 - A Nosferatu delivered the plans for United States atomic weapons to the Soviets, assuming the shape of Julius Rosenberg (Project Rosenberg) [Cb-N, p30]
1950 - The Syndicate threatens Turing with exposer of compromising photos if he does not stop his "Virtual Reality" work. Turing refuses.
1951 - An Assamite kills Abdullah the King of Jordan to bring Talaq in the open. [WoD, p68, p73]
1952 - The first american H bomb.
1952 - Abdullah son Talah become King, but was taken to Petra by Talaq to protect him from his half-brother Naif. And Talah's son (Hussein) becomes King. [WoD, p74]
1952 - The Sabbat Caitiff unite as a clan under Joseph Pander. [ANT, p104]
1952 - UNIVAC is created.
1952 - Hoover creates SAD (Special Affairs Department) of the FBI under the advice of Dr. Emil Zotos, his psychaiatrist, (a technocractic mage). Charles Horner is named its head.
- The first 3-D movies.
1953 - Stalin dies. Krouchtchev arrives.
1953 - The first HIT Mark IV's are made.
1953 - The Korean war ends.
- Mt. Everest is conquered.
1953 - Manon is embraced by Ezuli. [NObN, p81]
1954 - Dien Bien Phu is taken by the Vitminh.
1954 - The war of Algeria begins.
1954 - McCarthy is pranked by the Malkavians, ending his career.
1954 - The Transistor is invented.
1954 - Technocracy sends out all forces to destroy Turing, anyone present at the time, and any machines near him. Bring back the pieces. Turing programs Infinite Creation Loop and creates the Digital Web. He is sucked in to the new Realm and never heard of again.
1955 - TRADIC is created.
- H&R Block is founded.
1955 - Adepts disappear with any and all information on or about the Technocracy. Orders are given to destroy ALL Adepts. No Exceptions. Time Table pushed back years as a result of Adepts treason. Executions are to be slow and painful.
1955 - SAD encounters the decapitated head of a Brujah Union boss and stores the head in a jar in a high-security vault. One of the few
pieces of conclusive evidence of the supernatural.
1956 - The Second Arab-Israel war occurs. [WoD, p70]
1956 - Soviet Union calm a revolt in Hungaria.
1956 - The start of the cuban civil war.
1957 - The EEC is created.
1957 - Sputnik is launched.
1957 - The Virtual Adepts break ranks with the Technocracy.
1957 - At the its largest size with 25 agents, SAD loses six as a result of the investigations into Denise Gerard and Dr. Timothy Clarke.
- There are race riots at Little Rock.
- Jack Kerovac's "On The Road" is published.
1958 - The NASA is created.
1959 - The Cuban civil war ends with Castro gaining control.
1959 - The Sons of Ether petition the Council of Nine for
the Adepts admission. In return for admittance the Adepts will
provide the Time Table, projects in planning, and detailed reports
on Autochtonia.
1960 - Some Setites join the Sabbat and form the Serpentsof the Light. [ANT, p107]
1960s - The Ventrue and Tremere of England stomp on a sect of Setites. Which was a change as the Ventrue and Tremere are normally fighting each other for control of England. [WoD, p29]
1960 - The OPEC is created.
1960 - British rule of Cyprus ends.
1961 - The Bay of Pigs invasion of Cuba fails.
1961 - Berlin Wall is built.
1961 - The Adepts are accepted into the Traditions. They were given the Ahl-i-Batin seat on the Council. Probationary period of 5 years is established. They were given the Correspondence Sphere.
1962 - The Cuban Missiles crisis.
1963 - JFK is shot.
1963 - Sarah Raines is embraced by Jonathan Lang of clan Gangrel. [DC, p114]
1964 - Khruschev falls. Brejnev comes.
1964 - China gets the Bomb.
1964 - the World's fair is held at NYC.
1965 - America gets involved with Vietnam.
1965 - Ozzy is embraced by Jekyll/Hyde. [BbN, p49]
1966 - Timothy Leary founds his religion based on LSD.
1966 - The Night of Rage occurs in Chicago. [CbN2, p21-22]
1967 - The Third Arab-Israel war occurs - 6 days war. [WoD, p74]
1967 - Jude Franken is embraced by Pug Jackson of clan Brujah. [DC, p115]
1967 - The height of the Anti-British riots in Hong Kong.
1968 - Raoul King, Ph.D. Journalism, was embraced by Ashton (10th generation Gangrel). [Cb-G, p63]
1968 - Soviet Union calm a revolt in Tchecoslovaquia.
1968 - France gets the Bomb.
1968 - Martin Luther King is killed.
1968, 28/04 - Lodin obtained permission from the Ventrue Justicar to settle the Anarch problem once and for all. More than 100 vampires are said to have disappeared that night. [CbN2, p22]
1969 - A Nosferatu organised a riot in the Water Street area that destroyed 30% of the buildings so the new constructions will have hidden accesses for Nosferatu (Project Tinkertoy) [Cb-N, p20]
1969 - Men land on the Moon.
1969 - The landing on the moon sparks the imaginations of thousands worldwide, resulting in numerous pathways to Arcadia to open. The Sidhe nobles return and attempt to regain control of the commoners in the Beltaine Night of Iron Knives Massacre. [Changeling:The Dreaming]
1969 - First SALT treaty
1970's - The acension of High King David, formerly True Thomas's
charge, ends the Accordance War among the Changelings and stabilizes
the court.
1970 - "Black September" Loyal Jordanian Army units drive the PLO out of Amman. [WoD, p70]
1972 - Cattle mutilations reach 100,000 reported cases - USA
1972 - Talah dies in Instanbul. Talaq 'persuades' Naif
to leave Jordon, for ever. [WoD, p74]
1973 - The Fourth Arab-Israel war occurs. [WoD, p70]
1973 - OPEC cuts oil supplies, triggering a world wide recession.
1973 - In an attempt to infiltrate AIM, SAD loses some of its most experienced agents. Horner dies in a mysterious accident a month later, to be replaced by Andrew Crowe.
- Skylab placed in orbit.
1974 - Nixon resigns.
1974 - 6000 Hit Mark I's are uncovered in China. Sleepers think that they are just clay statues.
1976 - Malk Content gets Jimmy Carter elected as a prank.
- Viking landers I and II land on Mars.
1977 - The first TRS-80 is produced.
1977 - Juniper, clan Ventrue was embraced by Buckston. Now Anarch. [Anar, p80)
1978 - Camp David treaty between Istrael and Egypt.
1979 - Margaret Thatcher of the Conservative party, is elected the first female Prime Minister of England. [WoD, p15]
1979 - The Adept Dante steals information on the HIT Marks, and gives it to the Traditions.
1980 - Ventrue regain the presidency as Ronald Regan is elected.
1980 - Revolution in Iran.
1980 - Solidarnosc is created in Poland.
1980 - Crowe, who led SAD away from Garou incidents, is replaced by George Thomasson due to politics.
1981 - The IBM PC is produced.
1982 - Daliah, Tzimisce Antitribu, was enbraced by Gavriel. Now Anarch. [Anar, p84]
1982 - Argentina invades the Falkland islands. [WoD, p15]
1983 - The Anarchs rise up again in Chicago, with Maldavis. The Council Wars begins. [CbN2, p23]
1983 - Bret Stryker is embraced by Annabelle. [CbN2, p114]
1984 - The first cyborg HIT Marks are built. This level of technology will reach Sleepers in about 100 years. On New Years the Adepts planted the B.B. virus, put LSD in spring water, reprogrammed HIT Marks to dance, and rerouted the Progenitors Q-drainers to life support machines. They also scrambled NORAD channels, and flashed brain burning subliminals on all Advanced Technologies Incorporated terminals. The Technocracy steps up their Pogrom in response. The CoX casts aspersions at the Adepts for this. The Adepts blank out the CoX's bank accounts in response.
1984 - The British agree to hand over Hong Kong to the Chinese in 1997. [WoD, p89]
1985 - The Society of Leopold loses an operative in Haiti. [WoD, p116]
1986 - Jean-Claude "baby-doc" Duvalier is driven from power in Haiti. [WoD, p116]
1986 - Swedish Prime Minister Olof Palme is killed by the Valkyrie Brunhilde. [WoD, p48]
1987 - Lodin defeats the Anarch uprising in Chicago. The Council Wars ends with the Thanksgiving Massacre [CbN2, p24]
1988 - Stefan Rutigar is embraced by Ilse Bnsh. [BbN, p46]
1988 - Toby, clan Nosferatu was embraced by Oswald. Now Anarch. [Anar, p82]
1989 - A 6.5 earthquake hits Los Angeles. [WoD, p124]
1989 - Margaret Thatcher was toppled by a coup by her own party, and John Major takes over. [WoD, p16]
1990 - Most Brujah council memebers in Russia send their KGB agents etc, against Mikhail Gorbachev (they were against his reform plans), but all agents vanished without trace. [Cb-B, p21]
1990 - Baba Yaga (ancient Nosferatu) wakes up, and claimscontrol of Mikhail Gorbachev. [Cb-B, p21]
1990 - Baba Yaha wakes up. [WoD, p54]
1990 - The Brujah Council in Russia with Ventrue and Toreador elders get diablerised and then eaten by Baba Yaga in only 8 days, there is supposedly only 1 survivor (currently in hiding). During which time Boris Yeltsin gains control of Russia. [Cb-B, p21]
1990 - The population of Mexico City is estimated at 20 million
mortals, 200 Kindred, 60 Garou, 20 Mages, and millions of Wraiths.
1990 - Helena awakens after 158 years of Torpor. After clawing her way out of the ground, she immediately drains Maria, her Progeny. [CbN2, p27]
1991 - Ice Box (Vernon), Brujah was embraced by Luther. Now Anarch. [Anar, p85]
1991 - The Brujah Council in Russia with Ventrue and Toreador elders get diablerised and then eaten by Baba Yaga in only 8 days. [WoD, p54]
1991 - Sergei Voshkov is embraced by Baba Yaga. [RAR, p96]
1993 - The prince of Chicago declares a Blood Hunt on all Lupines. Garou and Sabbat assault Chicago, destroying almost half the Kindred [CbN2, p25]
1993 - Preceptor Cob is replaced by the Weaver entity who now controls the pattern web of San Francisco [Hidden Lore and Loom of Fate]
1993 - The MASK is formed in Milwaukee. Preceptor Cob is destroyed. Nothing happens. The Prince of Milwaukee is killed by the MASK.
1993 - Thomasson is rendered insane on orders from the Camarilla by
his psychaitrist. Late '93, Senator's Grubhold's incident with the
Garou results in increased funding into SAD, increasing the entire
department's activities.
1994, 05/04 - Rebecca is embraced by Gatlin. [Cb-Tr, p9)
1995, 12/03 - A letter is sent from Edwarde Hagger (Vienna Chapter House) to Comte Jules de Marigny (Paris Chapter House), enclosing a copy of a inscription 'Voices from the Shadows' (about the settites). [Cb-S, p15]
1995, May - The Isle of Wight fief, in England, was started by Morgan Rune of clan Ventrue. Who was later (March 1996) killed by a Garou.


Books that have been added to the Time Line:
Antagonists (WW 5020)
[Cb-A] Clanbook: Assamite (WW 2059)
[Cb-B] Clanbook: Brujah (WW 2051)
[Cb-G] Clanbook: Gangrel (WW 2052)
[Cb-M] Clanbook: Malkavian (WW 2053)
[Cb-S] Clanbook: Setities (WW2060)
[Cb-Tr] Clanbook: Tremere (WW 2057)
[Cb-To] Clanbook: Toreador (WW 2056)
[Cb-V] Clanbook: Ventrue (WW 2058)
[DC] Dark Colony (WW 2212)
[GYP] Gypsies (WW 2223)
[Mummy] A World of Darkness: Mummy (WW 2221)
[PG2] The Player's Guide, 2nd ed. (WW 2206)
[TM2] The Masquerade: Second Edition (WW 5200)
[TMPK] The Masquerade: Players Kit (WW 5002)
[UBRM] Under a Blood Red Moon (WW 3102)
[VTDA] Vampire: The Dark Ages (WW 2800)
[WoD] A World of Darkness (WW 2220)


Books that are to be added to this Time Line:
[Anar] The Anarch Cookbook (WW 2207)
[BbN] Berlin by Night (WW 2214)
[BldH] Bloody Hearts: Diablerie Britain
[BSHAD] Book of Shadows
[Cb-N] Clanbook: Nosferatu (WW 2054)
[CbN] Chicago by Night
[CbN2] Chicago by Night II (WW 2203)
[CF] The Chaos Factor
[CotI] Who's Who among Vampires: The Children of the Inquisition (WW 2250)
[D-Mex] Awakening: Diablerie Mexico (WW 2005)
[DAV] Dark Alliance Vancouver (WW 3103)
[FRA] Fragile Path - Testament of the first Cabal
[HH] The Hunters Hunted (WW 2205)
[KmW] The Kindred Most Wanted (WW 2230)
[LAbN] Los Angeles by Night (WW 2210)
[MAGE2] Mage 2nd Edition
[NObN] New Orleans by Night
[PGS] The Player's Guide to the Sabbat (WW 2055)
[RAR] Rage Across Russia (WW 3105)
[SHS] Storyteller's Handbook to the Sabbat
[TBSE] Tradition Book, Sons of Ether
[VtM2] Vampire: the Masquerade II (WW 2002)


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Raven frowned a bit at the note but smiled openly at seeing her clothes and cloak. she would put them both on. after that was done she would check the note for traps then open it and read it.

No traps here. It was merely a folded piece of paper with a fair bit of writing upon it. Somebody seemed to have much to tell, but now wasn't the time for reading. Raven had shopping to do. New clothes and equipment to buy before she returned to the Silver Coin and spoke again with the caravan master.

Raven would fold the paper up and hide it inside her pants in the secret pocket she had there. she would then leave the place after paying and telling the people that she thoroughly enjoyed Talena's services and that she was a special girl. keeping her hood up and her body hidden she would leave the brothel in search for weapon, armor, and equipment shops.

The Mistress of the Whispering Hand would thank Raven for her kind words and patronage, sparing the secretive female an odd look as she exited the building. With the brothel at her back, Raven would find the streets flowing with people, foreigners and locals alike all travelling to and from the market square.

Raven would move thru the crowds, not picking pockets or anything today. time for some shoping and not the five fingered discount kind. she would head to an armor shop first. they should have some clothes there.

Ah, but though Raven might be restraining herself this day, such was occuring throughout the city. Even around where the hooded drow did walk, coin purses were being lifted unsuspectingly from morning patrons.  Luck would be on Raven this day, for she would not find herself among those unfortunate souls, arriving before an armorer's shop with all coin intact.

Raven knew luck had nothing to do with her keeping her purse for she always kept a tight eye on her own belongings, being a girl of the shadows herself. she would entered the armor shop quietly and look about.

A wash of heat welcomed Raven as she entered the armorer's shop, sounds of hammer upon metal ringing out from the back. Upon the walls rested various types of armor, from leather, to ring mail, to chain, a few cloaks could also be seen folded neatly within a glass case, behind which stood the store's proprietor. A plain looking man in his late 40's, brown eyes fixed upon Raven as the hooded drow entered.. "Mornin'. Welcome to the Iron Hand. Somethin' I can fix you up with this day?"

Raven nods her head, "Thank you... and yes i need a special order done. quickly too. however i am not sure i know about how to go about getting it done."

A hand scratched at stubble of two day old beard. "Quickly, eh? How quickly? We're a bit a swamped at current, lotta orders comin' in this past week." Brown eyes took a more studious look of the petite drow, measuring form by sight alone, though the cloak made such a little more difficult. "Hmmm, yeah. It'd need to be a custom job. Yer a small one, to be sure. Be a week at least. Measurements, fittings, adjustments, grantin' our supplies dun run out."

Raven shook her head, "I leave with the caravan today. so it will have to before it leaves. it will be leather if that helps. i can draw it out, not good mind you, if my desctription is not good enough for what i want."

Tomorrow actually, but an extra day still wasn't quite enough time. Measurements would be a necessity to make sure the armor fit properly, otherwise the drow might experience problems. At her words, the proprietor nodded thoughtfully "If you're leaving with the caravan, won't be enough time to fit you properly. But...eh...might be I've got somethin' in the back." Turning slightly, the store owner called into the back "Trevor! We got any leather armor collectin' dust back there?"

Raven blinked and shifted under her cloak.

A final clang rang through the store, the echo carrying the annoyance felt by Trevor at being interrupted in his work, muttering irritably as he checked the surplus stock in the back. "Yeah. Here. Got that wee girl's...well, I'm not sure -what- this is supposed to be. Dun look like much more than a tabard to me. Less than, actually." Trevor commented as he brought the article out, balancing the odd shoulder piece atop what little folded cloth there was.

Raven blinked at the look of the outfit, maybe that would do..."Um... what does he mean by wee girls?"

Trevor set the items upon counter and returned to the back, taking up hammer once more to resume pounding away. "Oh, right." Recollection dawning as the proprietor gazed upon the presented "suit" of armor "Nymph came into town one day, causin' all sorts of...err...havoc. Walked right into my shop with a request for this leather bit here, had it all drawn out and marked with her measurements. Dropped payment on the counter and just left, ain't seen her since. This had to have been a good six months ago."

Raven blinked at hearing about a nymph but she would nod her head, "um okay... but how do you know it will fit me?"

"She was about your height, maybe an inch or two taller. Looks like you're both about the same build too, figure this will fit you better than anythin' else we might have. Say, two gold, and the entire outfit is yours." The cloth was silk, after all.

Raven blinked and nodded, "um okay... can i try it on first to see if it fits? i mean i don't want to buy it if it doesn't fit."

So much for the quick sale. "Right. Next room over, you can change there." Which didn't even have a door on it, just a heavy cloth curtain. Must be where they did measurings and such.

Raven nods her head and picked up the armor. she would take it into the dressing room and made sure the curtain was closed well before trying on the armor.

With the way the armor and cloth comformed to Raven's curves, the drow might wonder if she didn't have a twin sister out there somewhere.  Everything fit perfectly, nothing loose nor too long or short, though it was a little difficult to properly tighten the pauldron on her own, the shoulder piece melded comfortably with her build.

Raven sighed as she realized this armor was quite form fitting and that she could not wear it over her clothing. luckly the cloak will still hide her. calling out from behind the curtain, "I'll take it. It practically fits me like a glove."

"Glad to hear it." And glad to get at least one unclaimed item out of the back. "So, two gold then and it's all yours."

Raven would put her cloak back on and exit the dressing room. she would place the two gold on the counter.  "I need weapons, a bow and archer gloves i think... arrow and then a place to buy equipment if you know of any."

Tailor or leatherworker be your best bet for gloves. Know of a couple just down the main road.  Painted Target be your place to go for bows and such, hear people praisin' that place all the time. It be back up the street here, two shops over."

Raven smiled under her hood and nodded, "Thank you for the armor and the directions." She would leave the armor shop and head out towards the Painted Target first..

"Aye. Good day to you, lass. May the armor serve you well." The proprietor offered as parting words. A short distance to the Painted Target, Raven finding the store had an open front, bows hanging unstrung on hooks behind the shop owner, various types of arrows laid out upon the counter for customers to look at. "Hello and good morning!" The fletcher greeted Raven cheerfully, green eyes sparkling like emeralds in the rising sun. "We have the finest bows in the land! Coveted even by the elves themselves!"

Raven smiled at that, "Then its a good thing i am an elf. i require a long bow type and arrows."

"Excellent! Excellent! I've just the thing. Ah, but what type of arrows will you be needing? And I'll be guessing you'll need a quiver as well, yes?" Spoke the shopkeeper as he turned to take down a long bow for Raven's inspection.

Raven moved over with the shop keeper while speaking, "Yes a hip quiver if you have one, red in color... and what kind of arrows are there its been a while since i used some."

"We've a variety of types. There are your standard hunting arrows, blunt tipped for incapacitating foes, piercing or serrated if you're expecting to face foes in battle. We've even signal arrows, both whistling or with colored smoke, so you can alert or warn friends depending on what the situation might be."

Raven thought for a moment then replied, "Piercing and serrated, i'll need some whistling arrows as well."

"Okay then. A bundle of piercing, serrated and whistling arrows. Hip quiver, red. Yes, yes. You're in luck, seems we've got one here. And the long bow." Items set upon counter as the shopkeeper listed them off, smiling to Raven as he mentally tallied up the price "All together it will be 80 gold."

Raven blinked at the price, sighed and paid the man. "Thanks..."]]> 67@http://www.irc-roleplay.com/main The Caravan (Merged logs of first SL) 2009-06-29T15:51:28-05:00 http://www.irc-roleplay.com/main/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=44#64
Fawn would when close enough dismount from Hosh,i her light riding steed, then walk the rest of the way into the encampment looking about.

A gruff veteran stood at the head of the lines, barking out instructions as those who came on foot shuffled forward, a chaotic sight for the usually calm Falconwick Plains "...all warriors will proceed to my left to stand before Knights Falaus and Oadel...all Magi and Healers will proceed to my right and present themselves to Magistrate Eokyla or High Priest Oron respectively. All those who wish to fight and are without equipment will proceed to the tent behind me for proper outfitting by Quartermaster Eirion..." Orders which would be repeated, and repeated again throughout the day. As Fawn guided her horse along, she would find that today was not to be all about recruitment, for at one end of the encampment a jousting line had been constructed and further down the field young men went about their first lessons in proper sword techniques.

Fawn would move to stand in line before Knights Falaus and Oadel. she kept hold of Hoshi's rines in one hand and her eyes on her gear as she waited.

Falaus looked upon Fawn with his single eye, sizing the woman up briefly before releasing a tired sigh. "Name?"

Fawn would reply. "Fawn Dalison Sir."

Falaus gave a nod, repeating the name spoken as he scribed it down. "...Dalison....Dalison." That single green eye lifting skyward as the name sparked recollection. "...could you be young Ca, I mean, Alan Dalison's daughter?"

Fawn bows slgihtly. "Yes sir."

"I'll be." The war hardened knight sporting a grin. "I've not seen that boy in ages. How is your father these days?"

Fawn blinked a bit,"He is fine sir. probably out fishing with my brothers."

"I'm glad to know he's doing well." A clearing of throat by Oadel prompted Falaus to stick out his tongue at the man in a boyish manner. "It's a pleasure to have met you, Fawn. You may see your horse stabled in the second tent behind and to the left of me. Young Nathaniel, our lead stableboy, will see that your horse is properly fed and groomed."

Fawn bowed slightly, "It is a pleasure to meet you as well sir." She would lead her horse, once dismissed, to the second tent looking for young Nathaniel.

Nathaniel stood at the large open front pavilion acting as the temporary stable, a tall thin boy with freckles and not terribly unpleasant to look at, but not quite what one would consider handsome either.

Fawn smiled at Nathaniel, "Hi. Sir Falaus told me to stable Hoshi here."

"Oh, yes!" Nathaniel snapping to rapt attention and reaching to take the reins. "I shall see that Hoshi is well taken care of. Have you any special requirements or needs for Hoshi that I should be aware of?" Mannerisms and repeated use of Hoshi's name was a good sign that Nathaniel took great pride in his work.

Fawn smiled, "Oats for lunch and dinner but only mashed apples for breakfast."

"Certainly. I shall see that this diet is adhered to." Nathaniel replied with a smile, turning to lead the horse away to an empty stall.

Fawn smiled and thanked the youth and headed carried her things back to Sir Falaus. her backpack and gear on her shoulder with her naginata in her right hand.

"Ah, back already?" Falaus greeted as he continued to take down the names of other recruits and sent them off to get settled in the common barracks tent. "You may follow that group there, pick a bunk and store your possessions. We'll not begin testing your skills for some time, so until the announcement is made feel free to wander the grounds."

Fawn bowed her thanks and followed that "group".

The common barracks on this side of the encampment consisted of two rows of eight man tents set up back to back. Fawn could count at least ten of them in each row, though there may have been more further down. It wouldn't be until she reached the fourth tent that she'd even find an empty bunk.

Fawn moved into the tent, claiming the fourth bunk as hers by unpacking and storing her gear in the simple chest at the end, leaving then to follow her nose to the mess tent.

None would need to fear theft here as there were several measures put in place, all constantly roaming, who would ensure that all behaved in a manner befitting a soldier. Any who broke this code of honor would be immediately cast out and only by royal proclaimation of a draft ever find service in the King's army. The mess tent was easy to find. Well, tents, rather. More than one was needed to house all the men and women who'd come to find a place in the Eastern Legion. These they kept separated. One for the warriors, one for the priests and one for the spellcasters. Again, the area set aside for the warriors was the largest.

Fawn would take a seat, after getting food, at the warrior's table.

There were maybe a handful of other women sharing the warrior's table, all receiving about the same leering gestures and rude comments that Fawn herself was getting. Of course, not all the men held such bad mannerisms, some held the proper respect for the females. A couple had even engaged in conversation with them, despite then becoming the target of lewd suggestions on the part of their bunkmates. One such young man came to sit next to Fawn, drawn by her curious appearance. "Welcome to the Eastern Legion." The blonde haired youth spoke in greeting, holding out a fair tanned hand. "My name is Tomas."

Fawn looked up and over at Tomas and smiled a pleasent smile, she ignroed the rude remarks. "Fawn."

As did the other females. The ones making light of their talents would get a most rude awakening soon enough. Some even sent home while the supposed 'weak' women were found worthy to remain. His smile laced with charm, the friendly Tomas drew back his hand, thinking nothing of it not being accepted, he had interrupted Fawn during her meal after all. "I don't mean to intrude, but I found something very unique about you and simply had to come over."

Fawn cocked her head and smiled, keeping her teen heart under control. she wanted to be a soilder not some love struck girl. "You are not intruding, please sit and join us." She said indicating to the others at the table. She knew she looked exquisite being half white half asian and having the best of both halfs.

"Thank you." Tomas accepting the invitation and seating himself beside Fawn. "So what brings you to the ranks of the Eastern Legion?" The blue eyed boy asked with a warm smile, curious to know more about the exotic woman that held his gaze.

Fawn swallowed the food she had put in her mouth and replied. "Did not want to be a farmer or a fisher... nor did i want to marry a farmer or fisher..."

"I quite understand." Tomas answered. "My father is a blacksmith and spent the last few years teaching me the trade, but I just didn't feel ready to fall into that role. I wanted to see the world and surprisingly, my father thought that it would be good for me. So I'm grateful to know I have his blessing in joining up with the Legion."

Fawn inwardly cringed a bit at hearing that, for her own father has no clue where she went off to... at least thats what she believes. "Blacksmith huh... what things have you learned to make?"

Some parents were like that, mostly due to not wanting to see their child harmed or killed in battle. Some were just controlling and believed their word was law, even going so far as to disown their children for their defiance. "Oh, simple things. How to make and repair damaged tools, shape iron pots...I can't say it's terribly exciting, but I had fun learning how to do it."

Fawn nods her head. "So just basic blacksmithing... nice skills to know."

"Yes." Tomas spoke with a chuckle. "If we're ever on a campaign and the cook's pot gets a crack in it, I'll be able to save the day and make sure everyone gets their stew for the night."

Fawn grins a slightly wicked looking grin. "Or if we need nails for a fort we have you to make them... or reshoe horses if anyone throws a shoe."

"Oh yes!" Tomas grinned. "Nails I can certainly do, horseshoes I haven't had much practice in. Not that I think they'll be needing my meager skills anyway. I'm sure the Eastern Legion have several accomplished smiths who can do such work far better than I."

Fawn bit back a giggle, then finish her meal and start to rise to clear her spot at the table.

Tomas slapped hands down lightly upon the table. "Well, guess I should be gettin' back to my tent. Figure they'll be callin' us all to gether here shortly for the grand speech to new recruits." Rising from the seat, Tomas brushed down his clothes. "I hope to see you again, Fawn. It's been a pleasure talking with you."

Fawn bowed her head a bit. "Oh i am sure we will Tomas, I am sure we will."

Fawn would head back to her tent as well. might as well see who her bunk mates were at least until she passes boot camp or gets dummed out of service.

Tomas left with a smile, head swimming with naughty images of Fawn as he headed back to his barracks. Fawn herself would find only four others in the tent she'd chosen, four sets of male eyes watching the shapely female as she went over to her bunk. "Mmmm'Mmmm!" One sounded with a appreciatve sliding of eyes along her body "Eastern Legion is lookin' up already! With her around, I'll be turnin' in early every night for the sweet dreams she'll be bringin' me."

Fawn glaced sideways at the men and slightly shook her head as she checked over her things. "I doubt you would have any time to dream with how hard our instructors will be drilling us."

Another of the men smirked, nudging the first in the side. "I don't think that's the kind of 'drilling' Boris here is thinkin' about."

Fawn shook her head again at the hidden meaning and sat on her bunk pulling her Naginata into her lap so she can clean it.

"Odd weapon you got there." Boris spoke, tilting his head as brown eyes looked on. "Some kind of....bladed spear?"

Fawn shook her head. "Nope not a bladed spear. its called in the common tongue a Glaive, yet unlike western glaives, my Naginata can also reach close opponates as well as reach those at a distance."

The thickly built Boris just grunted. "Eh, well. Suppose to each their own. Me, I'll take a good sturdy axe in my hands."

Fawn nods her head. "So true. and a good sturdy axe is always worth its weight."

Outside, Oadel walked the line of tents, the sounds of his clanking armor growing steadily clearer as he worked his way down, in time the one-eyed knight coming to stand before Fawn's tent and address the group within. "Make ready and report to the main grounds, High Lord Faramond will be giving his address shortly. Thereafter, we'll begin the assignment process. Do not forget to bring your weapons and armor if you have them. If you don't, get yer arses over to the quartermaster and get one." So stated, Oadel moved on to the next tent to repeat the exact same lines, as he would for each and every tent thereafter until he was finished.

Fawn would get her chain shirt on after putting away her weapon cleaning tools and carry her Naginata carefully as she moved to the main grounds to report.

Boris and the others stepped into gear in getting themselves ready, one of the four running off to see the Quartermaster as he'd neglected to do so despite being instructed earlier. He'd be one of the first to go if he didn't get that procrastination done away with. Outside there was much activity as everyone streamed toward the main grounds, all talking excitedly at the rare opportunity of being addressed by High Lord Faramond.

Fawn would, like the rest, feel like she was a pup in a basket, all thumbs, as she moved to stand in line wit the rest of the recuits.

There was a slow filing of bodies into the main grounds, people massing together before a high platform upon which stood four of the King's personal guard, all flanking a single figure dressed in royal ceremonial garb, High Lord Faramond himself.

Fawn stood instictively at a parade rest, it some something that always amused her father, not that she knew why, as she waited for the groups to fll up the gounds around her.

A man in simple robes made his way onto the platform, a priest by the looks of him, moving between the stationed guard and having a quick word with the High Lord as the last of the recruits filed in. A slight nudging at Fawn's left may draw her attention, if so her eyes would fall upon the brightly smiling face of young Tomas, brows waggling excitedly as head inclined repeatedly toward Faramond in a "How cool is this!?" fashion.

Fawn did indeed glance to her left with just her eyes and inwardly chuckled at Tomas's excited nature.

The firing of a cannon brought everyone to silence, the powerful echo heard washing across the plains for several seconds as mouths shut and eyes focused on the form of High Lord Faramond whose gaze was now focused in kind upon everyone gathered. "I, on behalf of our King, welcome you this day to the ranks of the Eastern Legion." He began, his strong and regal voice carried to the ears of all gathered by magical assistance. "The pride you show in your dedication to preserving the peace of our great nation does greatly warm my heart. Yet I know, that though you would gladly give your lives to defend our fine Kingdom of Aldholt, it is my wish that -all- of you will return to your families safe and unharmed. May your service in our armies be to uphold our continued peace within our lands and with our neighboring countries."

Fawn listened to the lord speak. she too hoped to return one day to her father hale and healthy as well as a knight, it was her dream to become a knight.

"Present yourselves with dignity, honor, and integrity to all that you meet, for these are all qualities of not only a good soldier, but the cornerstone of a Knight of the Legion. Adhere to this and you will surely find your way to greatness, perhaps even one day becoming a member of the King's guard. It is my honor to have been able to address so many fine young men and women on this day. You have my eternal thanks, and that of our King, for appearing on this field on this day. Janendor's blessings upon all of you." And just as the High Lord fell silent, a commotion arose from the back of the crowd. People jostled and shoved aside as a frantic and breathless soldier of the Northern Legion forced his way to the forefront, a scout by all appearances, moving quickly to stand before the platform. "Lord Faramond!" He forced out with a gasp of breath. "The Northern Wall, sir...it has been breached!" Words which caused a murmur to erupt not only among the new recruits, but among the present knights as well.

Fawn gasped, she could not help herself, and looked up at the Lord to gage his reaction to the news... the wall broken... undead maybe escaping into this once peacful land...

"How is this possible!?" Faramond demanded of the scout. "How is it that the wall has been broken!?" To which the scout gave a quick shake of his head. "No sir, the wall yet stands unscathed. It is only...the Myrmidon, he has emerged with claims that his Lord will soon be awakened. These words, he left to me to deliver, the rest of my patrol were taken and now follow him." Faramond went stark white, news of this Myrmidon sending the man into abject silence.

Fawn remained silent waiting for the shock to wear off. the scouts own men chose to follow this Myrmidon?

Faramond shook off the overwhelming fear and despair and lifted his gaze to the right. "Oron! You and Oadel will leave immediately for the North Wall. See that all forces of the Northern Legion are mobilized and word of this is sent to the King. Falaus!" Gaze snapping to the one-eyed veteran. "With the scout to lead you, you will set out as soon as you are able to track the Mymidon. Send word of your progress as often as possible." All would nod to the High Lord's orders and moved off to do as instructed, Falaus catching sight of Fawn and Tomas on his way back to the warrior's barracks. "You two, spread the word that all recruits are to make ready to leave immediately."

Fawn bowed and responded. "Yes Sir." And with a quick look at tomas she dashed off to spread the word to the other recruits about packing up and moving out.

Mass activity swept the encampment as soldiers young and old moved off to make ready for travel,  yet a sense of foreboding hung over all as weapons were checked, gear stowed upon horses and tents gradually taken down. None had expected to be sent onto the front lines, as it were, so quickly. Though the scout had spoken of only a single individual, Lord Faramond had reacted as though an army had arisen.

Fawn huirried about her task once she told all she could she moved to pack her own things... moving to rthe front lines without on recuritment day she thought she would have some time in boot camp.

Everyone would be going. Even those who would normally have been cut out, yet the trip might be enough to turn them into decent soldiers.  Very few knew the truth of who this Mymidon was; High Lord Faramond, High Priest Oron, Magistrate Eokyla and of course, the King. There were others who knew and also vague mentionings in history books, but it was hardly common knowledge that this 'Myrmidon' from centuries ago lived still.

Fawn would have no clue who this Mymidon was. not much of a studen of histroy, hells she only knows basic numbers and letters, granted she knows them in four differant languages. she would move to saddle her steed.

Tomas returned to the tent a few moments later, quietly going about getting his things together, mind racing with a combination of fear and excitement, hands trembling from the uncertainty of it all.  "Who do you think he is?" The young warrior would ask. "The way High Lord Faramond reacted, how could a single man instill such fear?"

Fawn shook her head. "Somone powerful i would guess... maybe a warlord or powerful mage?"

"Yes, but from -inside- Janendor's Wall?" Tomas posed while strapping on his sword. "It's been almost two hundred years since that war, how could anyone possibly survive that long in there?" And that was something everyone did know, that within the wall one would find only death and ash. A land of desolation constantly roamed by the remnants of Rhannoch's undead army.

Fawn nods her head. "Undead maybe? powerful undead or powerful mage is my guess."

Fawn would saddle Hoshi and swing up into said saddle and move into her post of the line of recruits.

Tomas thought about that for a moment. "Could there be an undead creature capable of such power? Strong enough to defy the will of Janendor?" It just didn't seem possible. No undead servant had been able to cross the wall for two centuries and anyone living would have long since died, wouldn't they? The young warrior thought on this further as he walked alongside Fawn.

Fawn shook her head. "Don't know. not that versted in such areas. mainly i know farming fishing and how to slash at people... but this person had to extremely powerful there is no doubt in my mind at that."

"I suppose we're bound to find out. I've heard whoever this 'Myrmidon' is he's heading east and that's exactly where we'll be going once Falaus gives the order to move out."

Fawn nods her head. "Yeah... this was not what i thought i would be doing right out into boot camp."

Tomas nodded his agreement. "I don't think any of us were." Spying Falaus moving ahead, Tomas gave Fawn a friendly tap on the shoulder. "I'd better go fall in line, it looks like Falaus is doing a final inspection. Gods, I hope I'm ready for this."

Fawn nods her head and hoped the same thing for herself. she woudl swing out of her saddle and stand at the end of the new recruit line so Hoshi was not in the way. she would stand at attention.

The first day of travel had been spent in uncomfortable silence. Everyone knew where they were going, what their appointed task was. Falaus had made sure of that. At first, many of those present had scoffed at the idea of sending a force this size after a single man, but during the address by Falaus and the seriousness of his tone, those same many began to wonder if what they had would be enough. Still, they had many miles to travel before catching up with this "Myrmidon", who by the scout's own words was heading northward, toward Snowmeadow.

Now all lay beneath winter blankets and did their best to sleep against the still cold and impending fear, wondering what the next day would hold or if they would even see the end of it. Some, and very few, slept soundly, setting aside all thoughts of unknown future for proper sleep. Fawn had been grouped with the former, their hushed voices filling the air as they discussed the possibilities of what this person they tracked might be.

Fawn groaned silently to herslef as those talked trying to get some sleep. she would mutter under her breath, "You know we will have to be up early to march more, its best to sleep when we can."

"Sorry, Fawn." Boris deep voice spoke apologetically. "Not meanin' to keep you awake, we just restless is all. Come, let's go outside. It's rude to keep her up like this." A bit of rustling then, as over half the tent rose to step out into the cold air, the rustling of tent flap the last Fawn heard of them as they left her in peace.

Fawn shook her head as she heard that and snuggled down a bit more to get her sleep.

Blissful quiet flowed to Fawn for many beautiful moments, naught but the gentle sounds of night and soft snoring of her remaining slumbering tent mates drifting to her ears. Then the tent flap rustled again, the sounds of moving cloth barely audible as a single figure moved toward where Fawn lay, swiftly lowering and sliding in behind her, eager hardness pressing with savage want against her backside as a hand reached around to start rubbing fervishly at her sex, lips brushing against her earlobes as a familiar voice whispered. "Fawn..." It was Tomas.

Fawn elbow slamed back into Tomas's belly, it was an instant reaction not really planed but the poor boy startled her, and she rolled over to straddle his waist her dagger at his throat as she hisses out, "What are you doing?"

Not how he'd envisioned this going, that was for sure, his eyes watering slightly from the blow to his stomach, wheezing a bit even as Fawn held dagger edge to his throat. "...ow...." A single eye focused on the irate Fawn. "...I wanted you...badly...couldn't wait, thought I'd surprise you...didn't think you'd react like this..."

Fawn blinked the confusion of sleep from her face and slowly let the dagger up from Tomas's neck as she regonized him. she glanced about the tent and frowned, "Wanted me badly? What do you mean? and you should not sneak up on me like that you could have gotten hurt."

Tomas looked at her incredulously. What did she think he meant? Did his recent actions not spell it out? He'd come to fuck her. Plain and simple. Though his once raging hard-on had since dwindled back to flacidness. "I wasn't trying to sneak up on  you....and I -did- get hurt." He countered with a sly and charming smile despite his pride (and stomach) being extremely hurt.

Fawn blushed abit at her actions of hurting tomas, "Oh... um well sorry for hurting you... now shouldn't you be in your tent resting for the march?"

Looking up at her, that previous excitement began to return, he could feel her warmth against his groin and though she wasn't quite as excited as he, it was more than enough. "I should be..." He agreed. "...but it's not what I want to do." Fawn could feel him growing again beneath her, his want for being inside her fueling his already fiery lust.

Fawn would move to get off Tomas's stomic and to let him stand. she would also exit the tent after glancing about once more, she did not want to wake the others, espcially after her words earlier.

Tomas followed outside with a raised brow, leaning out past the front flaps as he also looked about. "Where are we going?" He whispered. "It's bloody cold out here."

Fawn shivered a bit and nodded, "I know its cold out here but we can not talk in there without waking the others i mean i can not talk in there after making the others leave for talking in there now can I. and we are just going here."She said after she stopped a few dozen steps away.

Tomas wrapped arms around himself as he followed Fawn a short distance from the tent, wishing he'd brought his cloak along with him. Stupid Fate. He'd envisioned the perfect scenario. Showing up, rubbing on Fawn's naughty bits, her getting hot and bothered and they end up fucking...quietly, of course. What -had- happened was entirely different. She'd freaked, elbowed him in the gut and now both he and his tiny pal downstairs were shivering in the cold.

Fawn stopped and looked about the camp, shivering she rubbed her arms to give herself some warmth. she then looked at at Tomas, "Now why did you sneak into the tent? and why are you not in your tent?"

If the passion hadn't died before, him having to explain his actions was certainly the nail in the coffin...it also put him on a bit of the defensive, eyes downcast as he breathed out a reluctant sigh. "....I came to see you....to have you...."

Fawn blinked and spoke after a small pause, "Have me? have me do what? don't stop there finish what you were saying Tomas."

"Yes, to have you." Was he really doing this? "To share your bed, join with you, engage in physical intimacy." How much clearer could he make it. "I was scared, Fawn. Whatever this is we're on, whoever this Myrmidon is we're chasing. This is serious. I can tell by how the knights are acting. They're as scared as I am. We might die and knowing that, I made a choice...it just didn't go as planned."

Fawn blinked suddenly blushed deep crimson, glad she had the copper skin of her mothers so that it was not as evident. "Oh my!" She gasped out as the implications of what Tomas was saying.

So yeah, there it was. The truth that he'd come solely to fuck her. Her reaction, he supposed, could've been worse. That is to say, he was still standing and she was still there. After a bit of uncomfortable silence, Tomas reached a hand up to scratch at his head "So...I guess I should get back to my tent...."

Fawn was now shy, "Um... ah... okay..." Now she was confused.

Her and Tomas both. Retreat in his mind seemed the wiser option. He waited a bit longer, to see if she had anything else to say. When nothing came, he gave a faint nod and half-turned. "...o...okay....I'll see you tomorrow, I guess." Adding as he took the first few steps back to his tent "...and I'm sorry for startling you."

Fawn watched tomas head back to his tent... why did he not try and kiss her again or anything else... guess her not understanding what he was doing turned him off... granted she didn't want just sex she wanted romance and love... plus in her mind mating in her tent with all those others was not something she would have wanted... now no longer tired she would mander about the camp a bit.]]> 64@http://www.irc-roleplay.com/main The Recruits (Merged logs of 2nd SL) 2009-06-08T14:46:32-05:00 http://www.irc-roleplay.com/main/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=41#62
Two days of nothing. No demons. No ninjas. Most thankfully no Indra. Michael spent both respective hours just waiting the phenomenon out from rooftop of apartment building.

The silence rather unnerved him.

Something bad was coming, he could feel it.]]> 62@http://www.irc-roleplay.com/main Tales of Zero Hour 2009-03-05T06:02:22-05:00 http://www.irc-roleplay.com/main/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=42#59 59@http://www.irc-roleplay.com/main Comments & Questions 2009-02-24T01:19:21-05:00 http://www.irc-roleplay.com/main/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=40#57
For countless centuries, in the moment that the Earth's rotation brings it toward midnight, in the span of that first second occurs the phenomenon known as Zero Hour. Few know of the existance of this 25th hour in the day, a gateway to a world parallel to our own, overrun by demons seeking to find a way out. For the observer, an eerie green light shines down from an emerald moon hovering overhead, the buildings and ground quite literally covered with the blood of the dead. Coffins line the streets and within the buildings themselves...and in certain areas, buildings of monstrous design can be found. Some hidden among the manmade architecture, some towering over the cities themselves.

How did Michael get there?

Yomiko. Elven maiden and Michael's key to unlocking the door to Zero Hour. Not that he -wanted- to go. She, being one of those who frequented Zero Hour, was saturated with its essence. It was pure dumb luck that Michael even chose her, but choose her he did. In that moment, as he revelled in the warmth and vibrance of her vitae, his destiny was forever changed. From that day forward, and for all future days to come, lest total victory or final death be granted, he would find himself eternally intertwined in the events of Zero Hour.

What does Michael hate most about Zero Hour?

Kei. Ninja. Demonslayer. Mercenary. Guy who is looking to take Michael's head. All around pain in the ass.

Even though Yomiko is in truth the reason Michael is now making regular nightly trips to Zero Hour, he places the blame solely on Kei, for it was with him that Michael's first trip occured. Reluctantly, the pair teamed up due their shared interests in survival. Zero Hour has, quite expectedly, made the relationship of the two far more complicated. For now Kei has been forced to consider Michael an ally in keeping the demons of Zero Hour from entering into this world. It is about the only development that Michael finds favorable...and also profitable.]]> 57@http://www.irc-roleplay.com/main Introduction to Zero Hour Q&A. 2009-02-23T13:47:29-05:00