My stature, whether you truly intended to murder this man and the habits of Oceania's…noblemen…does not enter into it. Your crime was doing battle in the midst of a civilised area, when you could just as easily have gone to the forest or some other quiet place where the people of this village would not have been put at undue risk. Regardless of-The old knight holds up a hand.
That will be quite enough captain.A look of bewilderment and horror crosses the Captain's handsome features.
I beg your pardon? I am an officer of the-
I know who you are Captain, but I do believe the question is: Do you know me? The Captain grits his teeth, seething furiously, until suddenly a notion of recognition, and then sheer awe shows on his face. At a signal from the Captain the footmen all drop their weapons and prostrate themselves. The blue-coated officer falls to one knee, bowing his head reverently.
Forgive me my lord! I had no idea it was you! He offers his sword to him, resting it upon the tips of his fingers as a symbol of fealty.
Please slay me for my insolence lord.. My actions are unforgivable!The old knight takes the blade in his hand and raises it slightly, then casts it to the dirt where it lands with a dull ring and pulls the shame-faced Captain to his feet by the shoulders.
You are forgiven, my boy. Now would you kindly escort my friend and I back to the keep? We're both quite worn out by today's excitement.He bows once more and retrieves his own sword before ordering his men to relieve you of your weapons and armour, which they assure you will be well cared for. The old knight says nothing as you walk through the streets to the castle keep and are led through the gates and courtyard, where the men-at-arms are currently drilling, and into the great hall. Lunch has just begun and servants are bustling about laying platters piled high with succulent Oceanian cuisine and filling goblets with expensive tropical wine. You and the footmen stop at the foot of the long dining table, at the forefront of which are seated a dozen important knights, with the seats closer to the dais filled by lesser nobles and the local lord's personal friends. Most of the loudly conversing patricians are female, reflecting on the matriarchal nature of Oceania's government, and only a few choice men in the history of the continent have ever become lords.
The old man passes you on, which doesn't surprise you. What does surprise you is when he then strides past the knights..then the nobles..and the special invitees..and takes his seat at the head of the table. By the time you've recovered the footmen have dismissed themselves and you notice a servant speaking to you, who has apparently been trying to get your attention for some time. He takes you gently by the arm and leads you towards the throne, ushering you into the seat at its right-hand side, reserved for the guest of honour. The old man is watching his subjects dine and chat while happily gnawing on a massive haunch of meat. He motions towards the platters of food resting on the table, still chewing.
Name: Nerev "Kell" Kelarn
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Home Region: Kiltrar
Affiliation: The Gray Blades
Armour: Full Reinforced Gantinite Plate -
Unequipped: Currently Wearing Underclothes [
impervious to piercing damage,
high slashing defence,
average crushing defence;
heavy - jumping, dodging and sprinting is impossible; become tired more quickly]
Weapons:
Golden Moonstone Mace [deals crushing damage; rumoured to strengthen its user during times of need; Holy Patrichlan Artefact;
indestructible]
Equipment:
Black Iron Kite Shield [reliable and nearly impossible to damage; unwieldy and heavy; great deflection and stability],
Light Silver Long Sword [strong, sharp, slow to dull; light; said to ward off evil and that wild beasts fear it],
Holy Weighted Claymore [increased striking power; blessed and carved with holy symbols],
Reinforced Repeating Siege Crossbow [old siege crossbow; four arms reinforced with thin bands of iron; can fire up to five shots],
Kiltran Bladed Clack Lance [bonus piercing damage; when triggered, the lance tip will explode upon the next impact; lance can be thrown; tips are removable; tips are volatile (may explode without being triggered) and prone to bending],
Silver Moonstone Mace [deals crushing damage; rumoured to strengthen its user during times of need; Holy Patrichlan Artefact;
indestructible]
Wealth: 1040 Silver Coins
Health:
Tired [slightly reduced defence]
Status: Gray Blade Recruit
- Former Kiltran Noble - no standing amongst the court
- Survived the Battle of Hiketo Swamp
Duncan the Contractor - Unfriendly
Kippa the Blacksmith - Friend
Located on a low knoll just outside Bané-Bané Peninsula's castle.
- Main Hall: Meet with officials and hire professional troops
- Smithy: Improve and apppraise weapons and equipment
- Contract Office: Obtain Gray Blade contracts and collect payment for completed ones
- Carrier Stable: Rent a carrier to take you somewhere
- Apothecary: Rest and heal your wounds
- Officer's Mess: Speak to knights you know and purchase information
- Chapel: Bless items and gear and banish unholy forces
The Kingdom of Oceania's only territory on the mainland. There is a single castle with a pitifully small village outlying it where some of the poorer merchants reside. It houses one of Oceania's three Legions, a massive standing army made up of their mightiest troops, as well as one of the most expansive ports in the known world. The Oceanian Queen allows the Gray Blades to have a fortress in the area, as all Oceanians loathe setting foot beyond the sandy coast and take advantage of their services often.
- Keep: Meet with the court
- Tavern: Hear local news and hire unprofessional individuals
- Market: Purchase and sell items
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