"Oh no, I'm not questioning you role in the army." He says, " I just find it strange none of you have led men into battle by now. Where I come from it's unheard of for men of your age to not have led an attack yet."
Valen shrugged by way of response. "I held an officer position, but I was mostly in charge of training new recruits and leading patrols. We had one skirmish, which wasn't... good." The pause in his response was far longer than it should have been. After a moment, he continued. "The position was mostly given to me by way of spellcasting knowledge, tradition, and reputation of my family in that particular area. A number of my relatives had great victories in the past, and my cousin is still in the ranks. I'm not sure what's going on with her, but last I heard, she was just given her own unit. Keydi is everything our family could've hoped for in an heir; strong, brave, a natural-born leader, and inheritor of our family's sorcery to boot; while I on the other hand..." Valen made a gesture suggesting uncertainty. "... not so much. It's not an issue for me, though. I'm happy just helping people in my own way, for now at least. I've still got a couple centuries to figure out what to do," he chuckled. Karc would be proud of me for moving on, I hope... Valen's thoughts were cast back to the aforementioned "skirmish" and what his friend had said there.
That was a bit of a shock to John since not all men in Krydionta, not even half of them get to have a carrier in the military to allow them to lead.
All young men of your people have led men in combat? That is really different from what we practice in the Capital; there not even half of the men of age spend time enough in the military to have a carrier. There is mandatory service, all young men that reach the age of 18 join the military through mandatory service and spend one year in service. Women are allowed to join but as volunteers, they are not obliged to join, but to lead men in battle you must be an officer that have more then a few years of service. Usually, at least in the infantry, the first time you get a command is when you reach the rank of Sargent, when you have 8 men under your command, a squad. The Healers are divided differently so our ranks are governed by the Church hierarchy, so my commander was High Priest Telesphorus who answered directly to Lieutenant Colonel Thomas, who commaned a battalion of about one thousand strong.
I would have to stay at least a few more years to lead a group of field medics and attain the rank of High Priest.
Gideon looked to each of his comrades as they talked about their campaigns. At Dastrun's comment about not leading men, Gideon said, "Unfortunatily friend Dastrun, I too have not led men into battle. I am merely a humble servant of the Phoenix Clan. I am a sword to protect the lady Motoko and all other sorcerers of my house." Listening to both Valen and John he wished that he had been appart of that conflict. It sounded like a good place to gain prestige and honor, so he could return home.
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"Well it is tradition that when you finish competing in the circus, you get to lead a raiding party." He explains, "My family let my cousin's and I lead a few before though, one of us was expected to be emperor after all."
Dastrun making mention of performing in a circus did not surprise Soolaire in the slightest. Though the idea of performing in a circus and leading a raiding party made little sense to him. "Why is performing in a circus a prerequisite to leading a raiding party for minotaurs? They seem like completely abstract ideas: the former juggling and balancing on balls, the latter leading warriors into battle. Unless minotaurs fight with such acrobatics?" he jested, and the idea of minotaurs charging into battle on large balls amused him.
"In Ishahru culture, conflict is minimal. There is the occasional dispute amongst fellow Inshahru, which is decided by a Jaambeljin, or a fight between the two disputers. Most attempt to shed as little blood as possible, and only on the most serious of offenses is the penalty for losing death. We don't war much, and people don't try and enslave us either, so most fighting is for sport or hunting." he plainly stated, thinking such to be the topic of conversation.
Different Cultures and Races have diverse traditions, I personally have not led anyone into battle in this life to the best of my knowledge, but then again many say that life is a battlefield. All we can do is live to our own lives and aspire to be the best that we can. For all things fade against Love, Death and Fate.
"For all things fade against love, death and fate." The words struck Soolaire. Chance was a man of little words, in Soolaire's opinion. Over the past few weeks, he'd come to know him as an introverted man who seemed to know of things not of this world. He'd come to regard him as a type of seer: cryptic and strange, just tangible enough to be among them. What does our seer mean? He pondered on the words for a moment before turning his attention to Dastrun.
"Ah! So you shed blood for sport, huh? It's a good method of training for combat and conflict. But surely those cannot be the basis of one's life?" He had the nagging urge to counsel the young minotaur. "You must look inward, young minotaur, and see yourself from the outside. Feel for the guidance of those from generations past. Then you will know the path you must take."
In truth, Soolaire had come to grasp a basis of understanding the minotaur. Dastrun's pillar seemed to be family, something both he and Soolaire shared. Though Soolaire's family was dead, and he was tasked with keeper of their legacy. That understanding brought a small inkling of attachment. Now he just needed to find a way to stabilize the minotaur and his emotions.
By this point in the conversation, it is early evening, and the group sets up camp several feet from the road, letting it oxen that pull the cart graze as they set up camp. The group continues their conversation into the night, until they sleep.
Morning comes, and they start heading out once more. At around mid-morning, a star flies right over their heads, falling and landing around 1800 feet north of the road. After a few seconds, you hear a gunshot ring out from approximately where it landed.
Valen's fingers drummed uneasily on the hilt of his rapier. "I'm not sure if that's exactly something to wish for, Dastrun. That could mean more of those weird star creatures. And a gunshot... I was aware those existed, but I thought they were experimental." The elf shifted his weight uneasily from one side to the other, his hand now reaching for the claws. "Shall we have a look?" Valen posed the question to the party as a whole, ready for action. It's a good opportunity to test out these, he thought as a finger tapped the edge of one of the claws.
That look to be about 200 feet from here, we should move in but I don't know about carrying the cart there. Let's tie the oxen and go investigate this situation.
Said that John checks his crossbow and crossbow bolt case and waits for the others.
Waking in the morning, Soolaire prepared himself for the day with the necessary rituals and rites accustomed to his culture. Content that he has centered himself and realigned with the Father-Dragon, he sets out with the remaining group.
It doesn't take long until the star comes crashing in from overhead, landing off in the distance. Soolaire knew what that meant, and time was of the essence. Their conversation fell behind him as he dashed towards the crash. Telepathically, he told his comrades, "Get the cart off to the side of the road and meet me up ahead. We might have a problem."
He rushed forward, eager to get line of sight to the fallen star. Someone is already there? The thought puzzled Soolaire, but he counting them as unfortunate for having a star land so near to them. It reminded him of how much the earth shook when the star fell by him just two weeks ago. The forest was fairly thick, but Soolaire was becoming accustomed to navigating through the trees and bushes, having spent several weeks in the terrain. He still preferred the ease and visibility of the open desert. Reaching the crash, Soolaire gazed out at the scene before him.
Valen rushed to join Soolaire, knowing that if there were multiple Starbeasts, his fellow party member would be in danger. He pulled on the claws as he ran forward, preparing to leap into battle. "Shashidiswara, wait! It could be dangerous-" Valen froze, seeing what lay below.
The sight thay befalls your eyes was not one you were expecting. You see two creatures - one a Starbeast holding the corpse of a dead person (dressed like a cowboy), and another entity, resembling a starbeast, but of human proportions. It holds two guns (presumably formerly belonging to the dead genasi) and fires at the starbeast ast a decently-sized rock is thrown at it, taking about half of the humanoid's body with it. The body reforms as another two shots ring out, and the starbeast falls.
After a few seconds, the humanoid spots you, and gesticulates, as if it is speaking. After realising that its language is inaudible to you, it starts to wander around is circles before sending out a wave of telepathic energy.
Hello. I mean no harm to any but these big lumps of flesh. They kick the Starbeast. I am known as Qlevvaln, and am one of the folk, as these are known as the beasts. It seems your kind refers to the beasts as Starbeasts, so I suppose we'd be the Starfolk to you. I hope the language of thought is something you understand. His arms raise as he drops the guns he was holding, showing that he doesn't want a fight.
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John lowers his crossbow but not disarming it, holding the bolt in place with one of his hands while the other holds the weapon, trigger finger of the trigger.
When he is assaulted by the mental communication that took him for surprise but seeing that the starfolk single handed took down a starbeat, these being surely have some power in it.
We are travelers. My name is John and I am a follower of the True Sun, the God of Light and Keeper of Justice. Do you insinuate that you come from the skies like this fell beasts? You know what they are and what they want?
What you know about the false sun?!
John is clearly intrigued and curious about this being in front of them.
"Oh no, I'm not questioning you role in the army." He says, " I just find it strange none of you have led men into battle by now. Where I come from it's unheard of for men of your age to not have led an attack yet."
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Valen shrugged by way of response. "I held an officer position, but I was mostly in charge of training new recruits and leading patrols. We had one skirmish, which wasn't... good." The pause in his response was far longer than it should have been. After a moment, he continued. "The position was mostly given to me by way of spellcasting knowledge, tradition, and reputation of my family in that particular area. A number of my relatives had great victories in the past, and my cousin is still in the ranks. I'm not sure what's going on with her, but last I heard, she was just given her own unit. Keydi is everything our family could've hoped for in an heir; strong, brave, a natural-born leader, and inheritor of our family's sorcery to boot; while I on the other hand..." Valen made a gesture suggesting uncertainty. "... not so much. It's not an issue for me, though. I'm happy just helping people in my own way, for now at least. I've still got a couple centuries to figure out what to do," he chuckled. Karc would be proud of me for moving on, I hope... Valen's thoughts were cast back to the aforementioned "skirmish" and what his friend had said there.
That was a bit of a shock to John since not all men in Krydionta, not even half of them get to have a carrier in the military to allow them to lead.
All young men of your people have led men in combat? That is really different from what we practice in the Capital; there not even half of the men of age spend time enough in the military to have a carrier. There is mandatory service, all young men that reach the age of 18 join the military through mandatory service and spend one year in service. Women are allowed to join but as volunteers, they are not obliged to join, but to lead men in battle you must be an officer that have more then a few years of service. Usually, at least in the infantry, the first time you get a command is when you reach the rank of Sargent, when you have 8 men under your command, a squad. The Healers are divided differently so our ranks are governed by the Church hierarchy, so my commander was High Priest Telesphorus who answered directly to Lieutenant Colonel Thomas, who commaned a battalion of about one thousand strong.
I would have to stay at least a few more years to lead a group of field medics and attain the rank of High Priest.
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Gideon looked to each of his comrades as they talked about their campaigns. At Dastrun's comment about not leading men, Gideon said, "Unfortunatily friend Dastrun, I too have not led men into battle. I am merely a humble servant of the Phoenix Clan. I am a sword to protect the lady Motoko and all other sorcerers of my house." Listening to both Valen and John he wished that he had been appart of that conflict. It sounded like a good place to gain prestige and honor, so he could return home.
"Well it is tradition that when you finish competing in the circus, you get to lead a raiding party." He explains, "My family let my cousin's and I lead a few before though, one of us was expected to be emperor after all."
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Dastrun making mention of performing in a circus did not surprise Soolaire in the slightest. Though the idea of performing in a circus and leading a raiding party made little sense to him. "Why is performing in a circus a prerequisite to leading a raiding party for minotaurs? They seem like completely abstract ideas: the former juggling and balancing on balls, the latter leading warriors into battle. Unless minotaurs fight with such acrobatics?" he jested, and the idea of minotaurs charging into battle on large balls amused him.
"In Ishahru culture, conflict is minimal. There is the occasional dispute amongst fellow Inshahru, which is decided by a Jaambeljin, or a fight between the two disputers. Most attempt to shed as little blood as possible, and only on the most serious of offenses is the penalty for losing death. We don't war much, and people don't try and enslave us either, so most fighting is for sport or hunting." he plainly stated, thinking such to be the topic of conversation.
"the circus is just the name for it, it's actually like a gladiator pit." Dastrun explains.
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Different Cultures and Races have diverse traditions, I personally have not led anyone into battle in this life to the best of my knowledge, but then again many say that life is a battlefield. All we can do is live to our own lives and aspire to be the best that we can. For all things fade against Love, Death and Fate.
"For all things fade against love, death and fate." The words struck Soolaire. Chance was a man of little words, in Soolaire's opinion. Over the past few weeks, he'd come to know him as an introverted man who seemed to know of things not of this world. He'd come to regard him as a type of seer: cryptic and strange, just tangible enough to be among them. What does our seer mean? He pondered on the words for a moment before turning his attention to Dastrun.
"Ah! So you shed blood for sport, huh? It's a good method of training for combat and conflict. But surely those cannot be the basis of one's life?" He had the nagging urge to counsel the young minotaur. "You must look inward, young minotaur, and see yourself from the outside. Feel for the guidance of those from generations past. Then you will know the path you must take."
In truth, Soolaire had come to grasp a basis of understanding the minotaur. Dastrun's pillar seemed to be family, something both he and Soolaire shared. Though Soolaire's family was dead, and he was tasked with keeper of their legacy. That understanding brought a small inkling of attachment. Now he just needed to find a way to stabilize the minotaur and his emotions.
By this point in the conversation, it is early evening, and the group sets up camp several feet from the road, letting it oxen that pull the cart graze as they set up camp. The group continues their conversation into the night, until they sleep.
Morning comes, and they start heading out once more. At around mid-morning, a star flies right over their heads, falling and landing around 1800 feet north of the road. After a few seconds, you hear a gunshot ring out from approximately where it landed.
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"Another star, and gunshots." Dastrun exclaims excitedly, "Looks like my dream came true"
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Valen's fingers drummed uneasily on the hilt of his rapier. "I'm not sure if that's exactly something to wish for, Dastrun. That could mean more of those weird star creatures. And a gunshot... I was aware those existed, but I thought they were experimental." The elf shifted his weight uneasily from one side to the other, his hand now reaching for the claws. "Shall we have a look?" Valen posed the question to the party as a whole, ready for action. It's a good opportunity to test out these, he thought as a finger tapped the edge of one of the claws.
That look to be about 200 feet from here, we should move in but I don't know about carrying the cart there. Let's tie the oxen and go investigate this situation.
Said that John checks his crossbow and crossbow bolt case and waits for the others.
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Waking in the morning, Soolaire prepared himself for the day with the necessary rituals and rites accustomed to his culture. Content that he has centered himself and realigned with the Father-Dragon, he sets out with the remaining group.
It doesn't take long until the star comes crashing in from overhead, landing off in the distance. Soolaire knew what that meant, and time was of the essence. Their conversation fell behind him as he dashed towards the crash. Telepathically, he told his comrades, "Get the cart off to the side of the road and meet me up ahead. We might have a problem."
He rushed forward, eager to get line of sight to the fallen star. Someone is already there? The thought puzzled Soolaire, but he counting them as unfortunate for having a star land so near to them. It reminded him of how much the earth shook when the star fell by him just two weeks ago. The forest was fairly thick, but Soolaire was becoming accustomed to navigating through the trees and bushes, having spent several weeks in the terrain. He still preferred the ease and visibility of the open desert. Reaching the crash, Soolaire gazed out at the scene before him.
Valen rushed to join Soolaire, knowing that if there were multiple Starbeasts, his fellow party member would be in danger. He pulled on the claws as he ran forward, preparing to leap into battle. "Shashidiswara, wait! It could be dangerous-" Valen froze, seeing what lay below.
Chance follows with a sense of urgent caution, paying attention to exactly where they are going.
Readying his short bow he stops to observe.
Now the group was moving. John kept in the back line as he was trained to do, being responsible for the artillery and healing if it comes for that.
Jhon moves keeping a 20 ft distance from the front liners.
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Gideon quickly follows after Soolaire, not wanting to miss a chance at another attempt to fight the Star Beasts.
The sight thay befalls your eyes was not one you were expecting. You see two creatures - one a Starbeast holding the corpse of a dead person (dressed like a cowboy), and another entity, resembling a starbeast, but of human proportions. It holds two guns (presumably formerly belonging to the dead genasi) and fires at the starbeast ast a decently-sized rock is thrown at it, taking about half of the humanoid's body with it. The body reforms as another two shots ring out, and the starbeast falls.
After a few seconds, the humanoid spots you, and gesticulates, as if it is speaking. After realising that its language is inaudible to you, it starts to wander around is circles before sending out a wave of telepathic energy.
Hello. I mean no harm to any but these big lumps of flesh. They kick the Starbeast. I am known as Qlevvaln, and am one of the folk, as these are known as the beasts. It seems your kind refers to the beasts as Starbeasts, so I suppose we'd be the Starfolk to you. I hope the language of thought is something you understand. His arms raise as he drops the guns he was holding, showing that he doesn't want a fight.
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John lowers his crossbow but not disarming it, holding the bolt in place with one of his hands while the other holds the weapon, trigger finger of the trigger.
When he is assaulted by the mental communication that took him for surprise but seeing that the starfolk single handed took down a starbeat, these being surely have some power in it.
We are travelers. My name is John and I am a follower of the True Sun, the God of Light and Keeper of Justice. Do you insinuate that you come from the skies like this fell beasts? You know what they are and what they want?
What you know about the false sun?!
John is clearly intrigued and curious about this being in front of them.
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