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Kalamos
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Southern Tharagya - Morean Castra.
Active Character:
- Maximos Valerios.
You squint your eyes, not quite sure if you spied a living person, or a tormented soul from the Abyss.
Slowly... very slowly, you sheathe your Garathios.
Whatever it was, it is there no more.
Shaking your head, you stride back to your tent.
Cura ut Valeas!
You keep juggling with the thin parchment, caressing the broken wax seal.
You know its contents by heart. You must have read it ten times, now.
"Dear cousin, I hope you are well, and so are those you care for."
Useless waste of ink! How typical of your blood-relatives.
"I want to congratulate on you for your promotion: being a Dekarkos in the hallowed armies of our Sacred Empire was a great honour.
I trust you'll earn your family a greater honour leading the Imperial legions as a Kentarkos."
More idle prattle.
"I would like to have you over for dinner, to celebrate and pay homage to the generous Gods who granted you their benevolence, and paved your road with glory and success."
So much for hard earned rank...
"In the meanwhile, let me regale you with a token sign of my friendship and undying esteem."
A jar of Aygosian wine, you promptly passed over your trusted Dekarkos.
Can't he even remember you don't drink that stuff?
"Take care and stay well.
Your loving cousin,
Kaynos Valerios Kovelos"
Pretentious fop. Sending in a servant through marshland, just to deliver a jar of wine!
You had the poor sod fed and cared after: he had been almost eaten alive by leeches and parassites.
He was barely able to speak, through his clattering teeth: he was shaking with fever, but he thanked you for your generosity nonetheless.
By Arethys! What did Kovel have in his mind? Pah...
You shove his image out of your mind, focusing on the orders at hand.
The troops are to move north from Kaphrakti Bannisleuca. You'll reach Bisanthium in three, maybe two days, if they can keep the pace up.
These are green recruits: with Galthari disorders and rebel unrest, Tharagyan Legions are undermanned, and severely wanting for discipline.
You'll drill them, and make real men out of sissies.
This you were chosen to do. And this you are going to do.
You fumble with the chin strap, trying to remove your Tharagyan Megalokyros.
The green crest waves wildly, perched atop of the highly ornated stalk.
Gods know why they had you wear Tharagyan style attire, just to train the blundering slackers.
You are not one to discuss the sensibility of orders, but you can't help but curse whomever devised such an uncomfortable headgear for officers.
You finally succeed in detaching the fanlike headpiece, placing it on the table, before you to behold.
Tharagyan wasteful foppish junk. You'll have the quartermaster substitute it for a soldier-issue crestless Kyros.
Last thing you need is your own helm dislodging and falling over your eyes, in the heat of battle!
You stand, to practice your calisthenics before lying to rest.
They'll see it: you'll show these spineless pansies how to fight and die for the Empire!
Sorry excuses for real soldiers: they definitely need some good old Morean fashioned discipline.
You grin.
Wickedly.
Active Character:
- Maximos Valerios.
You squint your eyes, not quite sure if you spied a living person, or a tormented soul from the Abyss.
Slowly... very slowly, you sheathe your Garathios.
Whatever it was, it is there no more.
Shaking your head, you stride back to your tent.
Cura ut Valeas!
You keep juggling with the thin parchment, caressing the broken wax seal.
You know its contents by heart. You must have read it ten times, now.
"Dear cousin, I hope you are well, and so are those you care for."
Useless waste of ink! How typical of your blood-relatives.
"I want to congratulate on you for your promotion: being a Dekarkos in the hallowed armies of our Sacred Empire was a great honour.
I trust you'll earn your family a greater honour leading the Imperial legions as a Kentarkos."
More idle prattle.
"I would like to have you over for dinner, to celebrate and pay homage to the generous Gods who granted you their benevolence, and paved your road with glory and success."
So much for hard earned rank...
"In the meanwhile, let me regale you with a token sign of my friendship and undying esteem."
A jar of Aygosian wine, you promptly passed over your trusted Dekarkos.
Can't he even remember you don't drink that stuff?
"Take care and stay well.
Your loving cousin,
Kaynos Valerios Kovelos"
Pretentious fop. Sending in a servant through marshland, just to deliver a jar of wine!
You had the poor sod fed and cared after: he had been almost eaten alive by leeches and parassites.
He was barely able to speak, through his clattering teeth: he was shaking with fever, but he thanked you for your generosity nonetheless.
By Arethys! What did Kovel have in his mind? Pah...
You shove his image out of your mind, focusing on the orders at hand.
The troops are to move north from Kaphrakti Bannisleuca. You'll reach Bisanthium in three, maybe two days, if they can keep the pace up.
These are green recruits: with Galthari disorders and rebel unrest, Tharagyan Legions are undermanned, and severely wanting for discipline.
You'll drill them, and make real men out of sissies.
This you were chosen to do. And this you are going to do.
You fumble with the chin strap, trying to remove your Tharagyan Megalokyros.
The green crest waves wildly, perched atop of the highly ornated stalk.
Gods know why they had you wear Tharagyan style attire, just to train the blundering slackers.
You are not one to discuss the sensibility of orders, but you can't help but curse whomever devised such an uncomfortable headgear for officers.
You finally succeed in detaching the fanlike headpiece, placing it on the table, before you to behold.
Tharagyan wasteful foppish junk. You'll have the quartermaster substitute it for a soldier-issue crestless Kyros.
Last thing you need is your own helm dislodging and falling over your eyes, in the heat of battle!
You stand, to practice your calisthenics before lying to rest.
They'll see it: you'll show these spineless pansies how to fight and die for the Empire!
Sorry excuses for real soldiers: they definitely need some good old Morean fashioned discipline.
You grin.
Wickedly.
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Darth Vegeta
4th Level Yellow Feather
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OOC: great post! 🙂 funny.
Too bad the girl left.
IC:
Maximos Valerios had refused to ride the horse.
If the men marched... he'd march.
Just because they had some spare horses that was no excuse to get soft.
Walking with his men... he encouraged them to sing.
Singing all that came to mind, even insults to superiors was there only true freedom.
He smiled at the songs.
His men were disciplined unlike some Centuries in the legion.
His Cohort was the best too... the first of the legion.
His helmeted face turned to look at the swampland they passed.
He had sent riders to scout the flanks, the rear and the advance.
They were in theory in friendly lands... but that was it.
He refused to take chances.
He would not be a lower ranked version of Varus.
And luckily his Legate and the other officers had supported his decision.
At least this legion was not led by an incompetent politician.
He was off such elitary class but he had learned. And so had the others.
And he was glad knowing in whose hands his life was. As were his men glad to be in his.
They all knew from the past that the leadership could be a lot worse.
The thundering noise off the armoured disciplined column of Legionaries was huge and intimidating.
But Valerios had gotten used to it.
And even adored the imperialistic noise off it.
Too bad the girl left.
IC:
Maximos Valerios had refused to ride the horse.
If the men marched... he'd march.
Just because they had some spare horses that was no excuse to get soft.
Walking with his men... he encouraged them to sing.
Singing all that came to mind, even insults to superiors was there only true freedom.
He smiled at the songs.
His men were disciplined unlike some Centuries in the legion.
His Cohort was the best too... the first of the legion.
His helmeted face turned to look at the swampland they passed.
He had sent riders to scout the flanks, the rear and the advance.
They were in theory in friendly lands... but that was it.
He refused to take chances.
He would not be a lower ranked version of Varus.
And luckily his Legate and the other officers had supported his decision.
At least this legion was not led by an incompetent politician.
He was off such elitary class but he had learned. And so had the others.
And he was glad knowing in whose hands his life was. As were his men glad to be in his.
They all knew from the past that the leadership could be a lot worse.
The thundering noise off the armoured disciplined column of Legionaries was huge and intimidating.
But Valerios had gotten used to it.
And even adored the imperialistic noise off it.
Kalamos
Level of Lemon Feather
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Day 03 is closed for Valerios too.
Next Action will be Day 04 - Ragylan Marshes.
You can check the maps: you are marching from SW to NE, along the main road, running near the marshland. Swamps lie on the east.
Land distance is about 150 km. Considering an overland speed of 10 kmph, and 8 daily hours of march, you can cover it in two days.
Effective speed might be lower: rain are expected, and while soldiers benefit from Valerios's presence, they are too inexperienced to march faster or longer.
The Tharagyan Miliarkos, the legate, has been ordered to trust you, and let you drill the greenhorns.
Since you are leading just a single cohort, you are effectively acting as a Megalokentarkos.
It should be noted that Morean army structure is simpler: Dekarkoi lead 10-man squads. Kentarkoi 100-man detachments. Megalokentarkoi 3 detachments.
Geramegalokentarkoi act as vice-generals, and lead a full 1000-man Legion, made up of 3 detachments plus auxiliaries.
Next Action will be Day 04 - Ragylan Marshes.
You can check the maps: you are marching from SW to NE, along the main road, running near the marshland. Swamps lie on the east.
Land distance is about 150 km. Considering an overland speed of 10 kmph, and 8 daily hours of march, you can cover it in two days.
Effective speed might be lower: rain are expected, and while soldiers benefit from Valerios's presence, they are too inexperienced to march faster or longer.
The Tharagyan Miliarkos, the legate, has been ordered to trust you, and let you drill the greenhorns.
Since you are leading just a single cohort, you are effectively acting as a Megalokentarkos.
It should be noted that Morean army structure is simpler: Dekarkoi lead 10-man squads. Kentarkoi 100-man detachments. Megalokentarkoi 3 detachments.
Geramegalokentarkoi act as vice-generals, and lead a full 1000-man Legion, made up of 3 detachments plus auxiliaries.
Darth Vegeta
4th Level Yellow Feather
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OOC: okay I'll repost this in day 4.
Hmm wasn't too sure how much men i had but now i know 🙂 Tnx
Hmm wasn't too sure how much men i had but now i know 🙂 Tnx
Darth Vegeta
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OOC: and if you have a plot idea for me or a suggestion that reinforces your main plot let me know k?
Darth Vegeta
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Tnx is it made already,
Darth Vegeta
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OOC: I'm going to keep my eyes out for some potential players in my rpgs.
We can use some players here i think.
Problem is... It'd have to be 'understanding' ones not everybody i know... euh knows off this 'interest'
We can use some players here i think.
Problem is... It'd have to be 'understanding' ones not everybody i know... euh knows off this 'interest'
Darth Vegeta
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Hello?
Kalamos
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Darth Vegeta
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Tnx
🙂 didn't see you made a new thread when I went to look.
🙂 didn't see you made a new thread when I went to look.
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