The Ebon Blade Public Rp Thread

[TheTwiste11491]

(OOC Note: This thread is for open to all to Interact with the Ebon Blade if it be for job offers, general correspondence, Or to comment on something you may have seen us do.)

[TheTwiste11491]

*Upon Finishing its most resent job Greil begins to make his way to Baldur's Gate Placeing a flyer up the flyer reads*

Trade In the North is Now Open!
The Ebon Blade are now vigilantly on Patrol along the Northern Tradeways and this flyer is to Announce the placement of Soubar as a hub of trade under the Ebon Blade's protection. All Caravans are Granted Safety while in Soubar and are encouraged to sale wares as well as trade(all fees of stopping will be decided by the Village of Soubar). The Ebon Blade will also offer to contract out its mercenaries to those Merchents wishing to go farther out north. So come make your wealth up in the north with the protection of the Ebon Blade Mercenary Company!

[Hrothgar]

Hearing rumor of a new mercenary company with reputation for combat prowess taking root in Soubar, a long-haired, putrid smelling, and uncivilized looking fellow speaking uneducated common with an Illuskan accent approaches any Ebon Blade he can find in Soubar, asking if they might want a job.

He would say if asked that his name is Vudor Thunderclap, a Talosian barbarian and one of the last living of the proud, free, and enraged Thunderclap tribe after the Black Orcs nearly exterminated his people. If asked how much the job is for, Vudor would sincerely seem to offer some dried swamp mud that he pulls out of his left pocket, seeming to offer it as a valuable deposit for the work, but also implying that he could offer his tracking services at a future time for the Ebon Blades if needed as payment. If asked what the job entails, he says it involves removing some pointy eared undead pests from his swamp.

[TheTwiste11491]

Hearing rumor of a new mercenary company with reputation for combat prowess taking root in Soubar, a long-haired, putrid smelling, and uncivilized looking fellow speaking uneducated common with an Illuskan accent approaches any Ebon Blade he can find in Soubar, asking if they might want a job.

He would say if asked that his name is Vudor Thunderclap, a Talosian barbarian and one of the last living of the proud, free, and enraged Thunderclap tribe after the Black Orcs nearly exterminated his people. If asked how much the job is for, Vudor would sincerely seem to offer some dried swamp mud that he pulls out of his left pocket, seeming to offer it as a valuable deposit for the work, but also implying that he could offer his tracking services at a future time for the Ebon Blades if needed as payment. If asked what the job entails, he says it involves removing some pointy eared undead pests from his swamp.

*Upon seeing the method of payment Greil could not help but laugh in the man's face* Surely you jest of what value does this mud of yours hold? As for trackers while we do look to hire more I do have a few capable men with the skill set in my employment. At best i will be taking you at your word which is questionable seeing you would pay us with mud.

[Grimdark Hitman]

A tower of arrows wound into body armor of mithral and steel alike, pressed into calves, and sheared into exposed flesh with a vindictive undercurrent. The adrenaline twinged through the edge of Bisery's head, hearing the mingled yelp and gurgles of Rafferty throats harried to sawdust all around him, his pot belly flopping in unison.

He wouldn't have pissed on them if they were caught aflame. What the former inquisitor had thought would be a piece of cake; obliterating House Rafferty (the Rafferty had sustained heavy attrition from the war with the undead... weren't even close to a full recovery; and Lady Georgina had been driven out as the true claimant of Hillsworth) under the crushing weight of Captain Greil's leadership and his mercenaries had spelled disaster. The archers were well onto their way of being dead or retreating back like slippery frogs into the cramped-in crests; the mercenaries around Bisery had all experienced irrefutable damage, unconscious or taking a dirt nap.

Bisery waved his hand lateral, disappeared, and began to drag the unconscious Greil back to Soubar. From time to time, avoiding potholes and luckily not running into more Rafferty, Bisery attempts to stem the black blood guttering from the great hole in Greil's side.The only sound for leagues the breaths of nascent death escaping the unresponsive captain's lips.

****

Upon reaching Soubar, The tangled mass of pedestrians rolling through the town like the spokes exponentially turning on a stimulated wheel broke the cycle and stared momentarily at the appearance-tarnished Bisery and the battered captain. Bisery wound his way around the Winding Inn, an alchemist impeded him, whereupon Bisery purchased healing and saved the good captain's life.

His actions were met with a scolding by Greil (which almost made Bisery burst into desperate laughter at the ungratitude, but he shrugged it off knowing it best to pick your battles, and let the bitterness well up inside, cataloging the slight, and weirdly intrigued by the ebb and flow of escaping danger and then jumping right back into the corrosive flood with the enigmatic captain...) for leaving the others behind, leading to Bisery buying more healing, and the two going back after the fallen men. The adventurism practiced for the rest of the day was significantly more successful, and the job they had originally set out to accomplish... won destructively and ruthlessly as colonizing a rebel town.

[Hrothgar]

Hearing rumor of a new mercenary company with reputation for combat prowess taking root in Soubar, a long-haired, putrid smelling, and uncivilized looking fellow speaking uneducated common with an Illuskan accent approaches any Ebon Blade he can find in Soubar, asking if they might want a job.

He would say if asked that his name is Vudor Thunderclap, a Talosian barbarian and one of the last living of the proud, free, and enraged Thunderclap tribe after the Black Orcs nearly exterminated his people. If asked how much the job is for, Vudor would sincerely seem to offer some dried swamp mud that he pulls out of his left pocket, seeming to offer it as a valuable deposit for the work, but also implying that he could offer his tracking services at a future time for the Ebon Blades if needed as payment. If asked what the job entails, he says it involves removing some pointy eared undead pests from his swamp.

*Upon seeing the method of payment Greil could not help but laugh in the man's face* Surely you jest of what value does this mud of yours hold? As for trackers while we do look to hire more I do have a few capable men with the skill set in my employment. At best i will be taking you at your word which is questionable seeing you would pay us with mud.

*The smelly man replies as if he thinks he is negotiating a very serious business arrangement.* "Vudor know this be finest mud in the High Moors. Great honor to be offered the dirt! Pound of dirt better than a pound of gold, Vudor say! You trackers, they live in muck like Vudor? Haha! Vudor never see them. You sure they just not fancy city pretenders?"

[TheTwiste11491]

*A flyer can be seen posted in Cities around the Sword Coast*

The Ebon Blade are to be Hosting another Tournament of Martial Might at the end of this tensday. /// Saturday 17GMT

The Tournament will be held in a field just outside Soubar and the Ebon Blade will provide a Caravan for safe passage to the field.

The rules will be similar to our prior tournament . You will be allowed only a small handful of wards and the use of the shadows Though all martial skills you may use any number of times and Consumable items will be prohibited . /// 4 wards OR 2 wards 2 uses of hips/// For those unskilled in magical arts the Ebon Blade will offer stations in which you can request wards for a small fee.

A new twist on this Tournament is we are offering the chance for parties to be presented by a champion. The Benefactor will pay the entry fee as well as reap the reward if their champion is victorious though the glory of battle belongs only to the champion.

Contestants will be separated into brackets according to skill level.
Entry fees will be as follows
2 bags for the beginner tier
4 bags for the intermediate tier
6 for the master tier

For those who wish to set up shops at the Tournament grounds please contact Captain Greil. Unauthorized shops will be asked to relocate.

[TheTwiste11491]

*A flyer can be seen posted in Cities around the Sword Coast*

The Ebon Blade are to be Hosting another Tournament of Martial Might at the end of this tensday. /// Saturday 17GMT

The Tournament will be held in a field just outside Soubar and the Ebon Blade will provide a Caravan for safe passage to the field.

The rules will be similar to our prior tournament . You will be allowed only a small handful of wards and the use of the shadows Though all martial skills you may use any number of times and Consumable items will be prohibited . /// 4 wards OR 2 wards 2 uses of hips/// For those unskilled in magical arts the Ebon Blade will offer stations in which you can request wards for a small fee.

A new twist on this Tournament is we are offering the chance for parties to be presented by a champion. The Benefactor will pay the entry fee as well as reap the reward if their champion is victorious though the glory of battle belongs only to the champion.

Contestants will be separated into brackets according to skill level.
Entry fees will be as follows
2 bags for the beginner tier
4 bags for the intermediate tier
6 for the master tier

For those who wish to set up shops at the Tournament grounds please contact Captain Greil. Unauthorized shops will be asked to relocate.

Due to DDoS we will postone until Saturday 26th same time.

[TheTwiste11491]

It can be noticed that in the last few days that Greil has been seen speaking with various merchants about acquiring an order weapons and armors for a small force. As well as speaking with the local villagers about the recent appearance of Black Orcs on the tradeway near Soubar and Ebon Blade.

[TheTwiste11491]

Greil can be seen attempting to rally the men of fighting age in Soubar telling them of the eventual Black Orc raid on the village. Offering to teach them to use the sword properly to defend themselves and the village.

[RagingPeace]

Drogo would be seen entering the Northern Tradey way, from Soubar. He carries only basic camping supplies and a light bag over his shoulder. He would travel unseen (for some) towards the south eastern boulders. On arrival he would search for tracks, if activity is null.

Until other scouts of the Ebon Blade arrive, he would watch the activities surronding the boulders day and night, sleeping very little.

[TheTwiste11491]

*Greil can be seen in the fields outside Soubar with many men of various ages with barrels of equipment ranging form swords to maces. The men would gather in Various formations out in the field and begin taking practice swings in the air. These exercises would go on from the time the sun came up till nearly sun down breaking for meals and occasionally to rest the men for a few minutes.*
*At the end of the day Greil would call out to the men gathered*
"Good work for today go home and rest tomorrow we will begin working with the Bow."

[YourMoveHolyMan]

Michael Dunn and his faithful hound Rain Dog have been busy within the township of Soubar for the past several days. After a meeting with Captain Greil, and a meeting with some of the local volunteer militia the following day, Michael goes about training a squad of bowmen for the force protecting Soubar.

He stands off to the side of the line of archers, and they practice with headless arrow shafts as they shoot them off into an empty field.

"Mornin folks, and we appreciate you for coming to learn. Firstly, stand with your feet about shoulder width apart, and blade your body toward where you're shooting, that means to turn your body even as your head is straight."

He gives them a moment to shuffle into a semblance of stance, nodding as he goes on.

"Grip the bow's shaft firmly, place your arrow on the bow - stick out your thumbs just so." He demonstrates the proper grip, then continues.

"Aim, lift your aim up at least forty-five degrees or so, we'll practice at different angles later. Then when I give the word, let go, we'll work on accuracy, for now, this is about getting arrows down range. If it comes to it, we'll be facing a horde, so aiming isn't as important as getting the arrows up, out, and into an orc."

He pauses, then nods. "Ready.... aim.... fire!" He barks the order, watching the scattering of arrows as they fly out. This is repeated for hours, with occasional breaks to retrieve arrows or drink water.

Rain Dog meanwhile lays beneath a shady tree, tongue panting and tail wagging as she looks about, before taking a nap. Lazy thing.

[DM Dialectic]

While they certainly do not seem to be the most disciplined or capable militia force in the Western Heartlands, the training of some Soubar locals as organized militia by the Ebon Blades, particularly Greil and Michael, over the past few tenday, has at least created a small militia force capable of some ordered defense of the Soubar settlement where previously there was no organized defense to speak of.

Rumors of Soubar's fierce frontier preference for independence and lack of authority makes even this accomplishment seem an impressive feat, whether inspired by a perceived threat of Black Orc raiders or not. Some locally gossip that while there is no chance that the newly trained militia would do much to stop large attack against Soubar, it would likely prove capable against a smaller sized raiding party of orcs, goblins, bandits, or otherwise here or there and complement materially any Ebon Blades joint defense if there were to be larger threat against Soubar.

[TheTwiste11491]

*A flyer can be seen posted in Cities around the Sword Coast*

The Ebon Blade are to be Hosting another Tournament of Martial Might at the end of this tensday. /// Saturday April 30th 17GMT

The Tournament will be held in a field just outside Soubar and the Ebon Blade will provide a Caravan for safe passage to the field.

The rules will be similar to our prior tournament . You will be allowed only a small handful of wards and the use of the shadows Though all martial skills you may use any number of times and Consumable items will be prohibited . /// 4 wards OR 2 wards 2 uses of hips/// For those unskilled in magical arts the Ebon Blade will offer stations in which you can request wards for a small fee.

A new twist on this Tournament is we are offering the chance for parties to be presented by a champion. The Benefactor will pay the entry fee as well as reap the reward if their champion is victorious though the glory of battle belongs only to the champion.

Contestants will be separated into brackets according to skill level.
Entry fees will be as follows
2 bags for the beginner tier
4 bags for the intermediate tier
6 for the master tier

For those who wish to set up shops at the Tournament grounds please contact Captain Greil. Unauthorized shops will be asked to relocate.