The Ebon Blade Public Rp Thread

[Sputnik]

Yesterday evening...

Signs were seen all across the coast advertising a tourney and feast in Soubar. Upon arriving in the village, curious folk would have noticed a smattering of large, colorful tents outside of the Ebon Blade fort. The place was buzzing with activity as final preparations were made for the event.

Just about all were welcome, and those who did attend might speak of many things that transpired.
There were bouts in the arena for the entertainment of guests, with a very fine cloak as the grand prize. The champion of the evening's matches was a woman named Esme.
Tales of her prowess soon spread throughout Soubar and the Western Heartlands.

After the fights had concluded, guests were invited into the main feast hall for food, drinks and an announcement. No expense was spared in either the drink selection or food presented.
The attendees filled their bellies and quaffed their thirst as the room echoed with quiet conversation.
Suddenly, Captain Greil stood up alongside the wizard, Zhaven Thruel, and took the center of the room, and the attention.

Zhaven revealed that by ancient writ, land deed and noble title, Greil Nightgale was in fact descended from high nobility of an ancient domain known as the Kingdom of Man.
He then named Greil as Lord Protector and Baron of the Borderlands. The barony had originally laid claim to the lands around Soubar. The mage then assured the crowd that the paperwork was in order, and was willing prove it to any interested.

The Baron then spoke to his honored guests:
"The winds of change are upon us in the North." He looks about the crowd, confident as ever. "The age of a lawless north is OVER! .. I accept this mantle placed upon me, and I will assure all of you gathered that Law and Order have arrived here in the north and I will see them carried out!"

Some cheers rang out, some worried looks were exchanged, and many hushed voices were heard in unison as the bold claim was digested by those present.

Before things quieted down, Baron Nightgale called his Lieutenant, Everett Blackwolf to the center of the room. After the warrior made his way there, he was asked to kneel...
Greil lay his sword upon the kneeling man's shoulder and bade him rise, as Sir Everett Blackwolf, Knight of the Borderlands.

It was an eventful night in dusty Soubar, and tales spread like wildfire...

[TheTwiste11491]

Early in the morn Greil can be seen in front of the Ebon Blade's Fortress speaking to his riders for a few brief moments telling them, "Go forth and seek out those in the near by villages who would be looking for work or wishing to better their lots in life. Let them all know the Ebon Blade is looking to hire new swords and fresh minds wishing to learn." Wishing the riders well he sends them forth on their journey.

[thebeasttt]

*a young halfling might be seen hanging around the Ebon Blade entrance. He appears to be carrying an assortment of books, almost comically so as they stack above his head*

[Planehopper]

*a young halfling might be seen hanging around the Ebon Blade entrance. He appears to be carrying an assortment of books, almost comically so as they stack above his head*

Shortly after having arrived, the young hin is met personally by the Archmage Zahven, whom he'd spoken with a few days past. With a heavy sigh and the jingle of coin, Zahven has a guard aid the him within the fortress to speak.

//I'll shoot you a PM

[TheTwiste11491]

Many riders of the Ebon Blade. are sent our passing out and hanging up this notice along the coast.

[Moltrazahn]

Damian King looks upon the poster with a raised glance.
"I suppose when death is easy to escape in this weird place, banishment is the only selution for transgressions"

[TheTwiste11491]

Ebon Blade Daily - Militia Training

Well before the sunrise, in the early, foggy hours of the dawn, movement stirs at Bladehold. Baron Nightgale accompanied by three mercs can be seen carrying barrels of equipment into to the courtyard.

"They will be arriving soon," Greil says to his men. "Bring out the practice dummies and prepare the field."

The mercenary leader draws a random weapon testing its weight and balance before moving to the next. He continues this practice with each piece of armament while separating them by type.
Upon the arrival of the Militiamen, the Baron looks to the group and orders them to take up a weapon of their liking. A brief, chaotic period ensues while various individuals rummage through the selection of blades, bows, and spears. When the division between melee and range fighters is evident, Greil commands the men to form up. A double line formations are assumed swiftly.

"Now that you have all chosen a weapon, I want one hundred swings," Nightgale instructs those who have chosen blades or spears.
"As for you lot," he turns to the group holding bows and crossbows. "You will be firing into these dummies until you manage thirty bull's eye," the Baron points to the targets' weak points such as heart and head.
"Begin!" Greil's voice carries over the courtyard with ease.

The three mercs and their leader can be seen walking among the training Militiamen, watching the progress of the exercises and offering advice when needed.

It seems that in the view of recent altercations with drow and orcs in Soubar, the Militia training has been resumed.

(((OOC Credits:
Content: TheTwiste11491/MedalOfValor
Soundtrack: Two Steps From Hell

[adobongmanok]

A masked man can be seen walking outside the Ebon Blade headquarters escorted by the Captain himself, Greil Nightgale and Sergeant Drogo, heading West of Soubar.

[TheTwiste11491]

*A man comes through cloaked and tacks up the following flyer*

[parchment]Down on your luck?
Having trouble making ends meet and keeping food on your plate?
Looking to strike a name on the coast?
Perhaps getting payed as you do?
Then look no farther the Ebon Blade is the place you seek and your in luck we are seeking new members. All you need to do is make the trek North to the hamlet of Soubar to the Ebon Blade's fortress or seek out the Good Captain Greil Nightgale[/parchment]

[samb123]

((In the spoiler is the "Further Unrest and Omens" post, by DM Theophanies, for reference.))

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Further Unrest and Omens

Rumors circulate once more from runner's leaving Kheldrivver that the army of the Troll Kingdoms of the Troll Hills has moved south-east of Dragonspear castle . In their current position they plague the Trade Way running between the Trollbark Forest and the High Moor. They are also easily posed to raid Soubar, Kraak Helzak, or the fertile farmlands in the Fields of the Dead along the Winding Water.

Odd wraiths and even more odd glowing slime covered trolls have began to appear in Boareskyr Bridge, the edges of the Troll Claws, and in the Fields of the Dead. A few whisper stir that they are forward scouts.

A sign of ill omen appeared in the sky as several smaller comets appear and cross in front of Selune. The local lycanthropes of Soubar seem to take this as a warning. Those faithful to Selune see it as an omen of coming calamity. Those faithful to Malar see it as a sign for a great hunt following an incoming calamity. In either way, the majority of Lycans soon depart from Soubar.

Malign Ashmeddai sits, tobacco pipe in hand, outside the northern gate of Soubar. The tiefling looks over to the Boareskyr Bridge, where remains of slimes dry in the sun.
"Mmmm, mayhap 'tis time to research some means of magics which allow of attack of multiple creatures at once?"

Leaning back against the town wall behind him, the magi muses. "Is it possible to organize a town of thieves and exiles into an organized force? I should speak to the 'Baron', head of the Ebon Blades..."

After his musing on what he sees near the Boareskyr Bridge, Malign pens a letter to the captain of the Ebon Blades. The tiefling hands this letter to the guards.
((PM sent.)

[Bad Omens]

A certain dwarf, a patch over one eye, is seen kicking around the Ebon Blade Fortress in Soubar. Looking around the devastation he turns to his commander, the Baron Greil Nightingale. "Oi Boss, tinkin it's time ta move on, eh?", he states more so than queries. He continues, "Ain't much ere' namore and how we gonna get ale, wit all da roads Troll controlled?". "Bah, an don't even get meh started on da damn devils!", he declares, the octaves in his tone clearly rising. "How dem basterds got behind on ranks, ye got any Tieflings, or Warlocks in dose ranks, tinkin it's time ta purge dem, purge dem real good!!", he says with a glare in his one good eye.

[Bad Omens]

Following the destruction of Soubar and the dwindling of Ebon Blade forces due to the attrition at the hands of the Troll and Devil army, Orcs begin to rampage the former trading center in the north of the western heartlands. Several Ebon Blades are laid low before their onslaught, retreating to the protection of their fort.

The Ebon forces attempt to consolidate their strength.........things look dire!

[Bad Omens]

The barrels delivered, the Dwarf sat down for a drink. "Oi, wot I been tellin ye Mags, told ye I'd comin thru!!", he says raising a mug of halfling ale from Corm Orp. The dwarf finishes the ale in a single go, slams it on the bar, belches and farts at the same time with bass driven laugh following, "BWUHAHA!!". "Fork dem damned devils, trolls, an pig nosed basterds!", he proclaims while raising his empty mug for another ale. The dwarf purses his lips, scrunches his nose and proclaims, "Tellin ye Mags, da boss raises meh when meh run inta trouble, him pays on time, wot in da ells' could be better!". "Oi, dese u'ndred barrels bein meh payin back little bit, eh.", the rotund dark bearded dwarf bemuses and with that, the dwarf takes his next his next ale, plops off his stool and begins twirling in a dance, bouncing from booth to booth, spilling his ale all the while....

[Planehopper]

"Odd." He said aloud to himself, as he gazed out upon the wrecked walls of Soubar from high upon the Ebon Blade keep.

It was odd that such rumors abound of orcs and their 'raids' on humans and the like. Odd that he had patrolled the Northern Tradeway regularly, as had his trusted friend and brother in arms, and saw not a sign of them.

He had seen them doing business in Soubar, sure. Speaking with merchants, handing over gold for gear, and selling the same - just like any other adventurers.

Yet the rumors persisted that these orcs were somehow different than the rest. Dangerous?

"Odd." he said again to himself, as he lowered himself down the stairs and to his study. They sure looked like customers.

[TheTwiste11491]

Long since now has the dust settled and the men at the Ebon Blade's fortress begun to relax a bit It is rumored that while not in the public eye the Captain ,Greil Nightgale, has been seen in the barracks tending to the more seriously wounded men from the battle. Talk has also sprung of double rations among the recovering men.