Troy
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THE DAY COMES...```

For those who took the quest, the instructions were simple: meet up with Lord Amidawa and his men at a camp near the Keitan Valley. Upon arrival by the brave adventures, they would be allowed entry into the makeshift fortification, a humble home for the soldiers that were about to be the vanguard of this quest.

Only a march away from the camp was a green, lush forest, a very odd sight in the Realm, whose trees are as pink as a blush. Those with sharp ears will be able to pick up some noises, hushed whispers, muffled screeching, and the like. Enough to warn that something's coming, not enough to tell you what. 

Lord Amidawa and his soldiers were clad in blue, steel armor with emblems of a phoenix on their chestpieces. None other than the Lord's clan symbol, of course, one that had brought him and his ancestors generations of luck. 

"Good. You are here. Make your preparations, for we'll march in an hour."

The Lord spoke to the newcomers as he stood near the entrance, greeting them as they entered. He expected them to be armed and prepared, but the possibility of ambitious yet foolish men stumbling into this was a likely possibility. As such, they were permitted to arm themselves weapons like the katana, and equip a cheap but servicable spare gambeson armour.

"If you have questions, ask them now."

Rules n stuff

There's no turn order, but you can't send more than one message until gms turn/pinged again

You will all be given 24 hours to reply if 24 hours have passed, we will skip whoever didn't reply
Stephen
*Valac didn't wear armor, and instead regular attire. He did not need any, even if it proved beneficial, the clothing he had on was lose and allowed for mobility. His finger began to tap on the but of his blade, the Blade of Tragedy and Foresight. His long black, claw like nail... Tacking away. Like a grandfather clock ticking every second that passed by. Valac had no questions, but the sounds of muffled screeching, hushed whispers... It made him grin. 

He couldn't get rid of the look of excitement off of his face. He was quite calculative in his thinking, but had no questions. He needed to witness this first hand in order to make an evaluation or plan. He pacified the plastered look of sadistic desire in his eyes. He had to be serious, he couldn't let the dark desires of wanting to afflict pain as much as possible get the better of him. Yet he didn't stand alone. 

He stood by a tall man, his comrade, one who would always look presentable, one who looked as if he had never witnessed battle, Noctis Camille. He looked up at his comrade, with a bit of a gentle smile, before speaking.* 

"This makes my blood scream with excitement... It's time to have some fun. Though, I won't underestimate. What do you think my friend?" 

*Valac may not look suited for battle, but he was a clear deceiver in his representation. He had some cards up his sleeve, even if he didn't look completely built in clads of iron. Valac was quite nonchalant of the situation, but didn't disregard that this may prove a challenge. He was being rational, calm, and collected, as much as he would consider this "Fun".*
Bernard
*Sounds of heavy metal scraping together indicated one of the arrivals was already set to arrive on time as was expected of the hero's going on the quest. On the dirt path one figure slowly came into view of the encampment the warhorse armored in thick dark metal to keep it protected. The horse itself was massive by all standards being a horse more made for heavy work in the harsh lestonian homelands. The rider itself was equally massive, adorning similarly colored dark metal armor, with finely trimmed in gold of the highest quality. It was certainly a set of armor that commanded awe for not just how expensive it looked but the obvious quality and meticulous craftsman ship right down to the smallest finger plate on the clawed gauntlets. Each spike and bladed part looked sharp... Because it was sharpened steal acting as a weapon itself should the wearer lose their weapon. The armor belonged to a well known figure in the world of politics and armies, Saurek Zerenex, Archduke and General of Lestos. A likely surprising sight to see on a quest, even more so that he traveled alone without any escort or companions of any kind. His glowing orange eyes, tattooed face, braided and shaved hair, and commanding aura giving him a most distinct apperance.* 

*The whole place itself was odd to Saurek, a stark reminder that this was not his homelands. Where he knew lava there was water, where he knew jagged and dangerous volcanoes and mountains was gentle rolling hills and deep vallies. From what he had seen where he knew sprawling fortresses and bastions there was quiet downs and beautiful cities. Part of it rubbed him the wrong way, but what better way to make himself more known to the larger and far vaster empire and potentially meet worthwhile allies than taking up a quest to stop a dangerous foe. He noted Lord Amidawa and the soldiers as he approached the blue, steel armor and Pheonix emblems immediately commanding his attention.*

"Greetings, Lord Amidawa, it appears you and your men are busy preparing for what lies ahead. Is there any notable information we may need to know before this all begins?"
Mary
*"This is the best they could do?" Fenier asked himself as his eyes scanned the fortifications around them. Picking apart every little flaw his eyes could spot, his face contorting into an expression of mild concern. He wasn't expecting much, but something so humble seemed a little hopeful for what he was briefed on. There was little to do about it however, so he pulled his attention away from the fortifications and turned it towards the great lord addressing those who appeared before him.

He had no questions for the man, as he already heard everything he needed to. A plan was already forming in his mind on just how he would go about conquering those who stepped into his path. He had nearly 350 men at his disposal, an army of melee-centered warriors supported by a strong cavalry and unit of experienced musketeers. The injured were not going to be an issue either. With the capabilities of 2 adept healers supporting their efforts and a trained medical staff 6 in strength, those who were taken out of the fight could quickly regain arms. 

To this battle, Fenier came prepared for just about anything. His heavy plate encasing him in a cocoon of adamantine. His kite shield providing him with a layer of added protection capable of withstanding a warrior's strongest attacks. His primary weapon being his glorious great sword of immaculate constructions, mighty enough to split a man in half and enchanted with the ability to cause jagged wounds. Not mention, if he were to somehow lose either of the two, he made sure to bring his full shebang of goodies.

Fenier was just waiting for his orders now, eager to take his men and earn the reward placed on the head of the bastard they were being tasked with impaling on a pike. His men were waiting for him outside, already taking their formations in preparation. They were just as eager for the coming bloodshed as he was, excited to spread the name of the Brothers of Silver, fill their pockets with gold, and make their God smile upon t

Hem! 

While awaiting further commands, Fenier took a moment to examine those around him. Trying to get a good look at who exactly he was going to be considering an ally in the battle. Based on the information he had access to he was expecting to see some of the more competent warriors the world had to offer. Warriors who would potentially be interested in hearing more about his little group of rapscallions.*
Kevin
Noctis stood with the cloak of his hood down, exposing a face that was both femininely beautiful and masculinely handsome. His raven hair curled at the ends around his face, framing a delicate nose and a strong jawline, with high but not protruding cheekbones. This man was in all essences of the word, gorgeous- and it was true that he did not look as if he belonged within a mile of a battlefield. 

More so with his perfectly clean clothes, lacking wrinkles and his strangely sparse armor polished- he seemed like a little lordling playing soldier. 

"Fun is a word. As long as the gold we get from this is good. That tigers bounty will only take us so far." He said, his voice like musical chimes drifting along the battle. 

Noctis has pushed his senses to 50% and could easily make out the elusive sounds, but his silver eyes also made special note of Fenier and Saurek. The two stood out above all others- even Valac. He estimated that those two were easily the strongest here besides perhaps Lord Amidawa. 

"I'll support you Valac, but I'm going to focus on observation. There's many things I could gain from this besides money- so once again I'll be relying on you to do the fighting."