Since the beginning of time, wars have been fought over the rightful rule of the underground kingdom of Adrenia. It all began centuries ago, when the first humans entered the cave through a hole in the roof, into the water. Ever since, they have bred, grown, and shaped empires. The first battle ever recorded was a debate over a mine rich in copper along the border of the Astorian Kingdom and the Eldarian kingdom. Eldaria won the battle, but one thing quickly led to another, and soon Eldaria and Astoria were in all out war. While the Beronian empire tried to stop the war, the Meronian empire fuled the flames, and sold weapons at high prices to the opposing sides. The war ended a century later with a peace treaty. However, by that time, the Beronians and the Meronians were at war over another disagreement. In the end, the empires finally agreed that in order to settle their disputes, they needed one true leader. That was where the agreements stopped for a while, as all the empires fought over the right to rule. A massive keep was erected in the middle by the Beronians, who claimed that whomever ruled the keep ruled all of the kingdoms. Shortly afterwards, the Meronians overtook the right to rule, then the Eldarians, then the Beronians again. Only a few short years ago, the Beronian king, whom had encouraged peace, reduced taxes massively, and pushed the kingdoms into a golden age, was assassinated by a Meronian spy, who then opened the gates, and let his kingdom invade. Ever since then, the kingdom has been ruled tyrannically by the hot-headed Meronians.
And where do you all fit in?
You are Astorians. The only race to have never ruled the kingdoms. And today, Astoria is declaring war on the Meronians!
You are soldiers, youths of the tender age of twenty, give or take a few years. Some of you are Beronian refugees, while others are trueborn Astorians. Among your company there are even a few Meronians who could not bear to live with their tyrant king, and defected. You are suiting up for war.
The Armory
You stand in the Armory, being assessed by the "Captain", presumably of your new division. He asks you a few questions, but seems disinterested in your answers anyways.
((This is the character sheet))
"Name?"
"Age?"
"Empire of Origin?"
"Motive for fighting? Were you conscripted? Or did ya sign up?"
"Got anyone back home you're fighting for?"
"And now onto the important stuff. What sort of armor do you prefer? Do you like the typical chainmail of our soldiers? Or would you rather something heavier, like half-plate, or full plate armor? I suppose you could have something lighter, too, but it wouldn't stand up well to a sword."
"Alright, and what kind of weapon do you want? Have any preferences? Or shall I decide? For wee recruits like you, we can spare a sword and shield, an axe and shield, a small warhammer and shield, or some kind of ranged weapon. Oh, and we also have a few spears somewhere. I think we have some light spears, and some heavy, anti-cavalry spears."
"Alright then, all done. You'll be in the fifth unit, all of you together. Huh. Lucky buggers, seems like there's a senior mage already in that unit. You should be safe for now, unless ye get transferred. Heh. There are ten units under me, all consisting of ten soldiers. I command one-hundred men, while you can barely command yourself. Now get moving. You're moving out in the morning. I think you'll be staying in a guardhouse on the wall today. Ask around for Tafrin the mage."
((Just a note, please keep everything somewhat medieval. I do not want someone to show up and try to name their character "Poketwo" or "Scyther" or something, HINT HINT.))
Graveyard
Delekates: Got knocked out by enemy spearman, then had his head stepped on by friendly heavy infrantry. He will be missed, by Kull.
Hall of the Injured
Kull: Kull was injured in the same fight as Delekates, with several broken bones, and permanent injuries. He will likely become a commander in this stead, as he earned much honor in this battle, decimating enemy infantry and commanding fear like an axe.