The Ebon Blade Public Rp Thread

[DM Arrakeen]

Morgan would smile broadly. "Why dont we make a festival of it. With all this war and strife as of late a small festival to welcome the workers might just be what the doctor ordered."
Morgan would motion over towards the walls. "I will be more then happy to assist you with whatever you need to make this happen."

Oria considered Morgan's words. "Do you think the food will last until the preparations that this idea would require can be done?" there was a genuine concern in the trader's eyes. "And what would you like to include in this festival? Not that I'm opposed, but folks here aren't exactly a festive type, and I don't think some of them have ever seen any sort of festivities. Therefore, this concept would require quite a bit of planning and creative adjustments, I fear."

[Leramak]

Oria considered Morgan's words. "Do you think the food will last until the preparations that this idea would require can be done?" there was a genuine concern in the trader's eyes. "And what would you like to include in this festival? Not that I'm opposed, but folks here aren't exactly a festive type, and I don't think some of them have ever seen any sort of festivities. Therefore, this concept would require quite a bit of planning and creative adjustments, I fear."

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Morgan strums her index finger on her lips seemingly pondering for a moment "Your request sprung up the idea of festivities, But you may be right the food might go bad. Go ahead and distribute it amoungst the worker now" She motions towards the direction of the worksite" Then we all can prepare for a festival in the weeks to come that way everything can be done proper and a plan can be laid out. We can hire musicians, Im sure we the blades can spare a few Large kegs from our stores as well contribute towards food. We can have dancing and merry making. ITs about time we breathed some life and culture into this town." Morgan would smile and look back to Oria" What do you think?"

[DM Arrakeen]

Morgan strums her index finger on her lips seemingly pondering for a moment "Your request sprung up the idea of festivities, But you may be right the food might go bad. Go ahead and distribute it amoungst the worker now" She motions towards the direction of the worksite" Then we all can prepare for a festival in the weeks to come that way everything can be done proper and a plan can be laid out. We can hire musicians, Im sure we the blades can spare a few Large kegs from our stores as well contribute towards food. We can have dancing and merry making. ITs about time we breathed some life and culture into this town." Morgan would smile and look back to Oria" What do you think?"

Oria's expression turned relieved at first, then it quickly became slightly puzzled as she listened. "I'll have Priya and Betha assist me and we will bring the food to the construction site in an hour, if you could gather the workers there, it would be most helpful, miss Blackrose. As for a festival," she began carefully, "I'm not sure if such direct contact with Southern culture would sit well with some of our less," the trader stammered briefly, "artistically aware denizens. An event that would fit the local tastes, however, would be quite a welcomed sight, I believe."

[Zeland]

Morgan strums her index finger on her lips seemingly pondering for a moment "Your request sprung up the idea of festivities, But you may be right the food might go bad. Go ahead and distribute it amoungst the worker now" She motions towards the direction of the worksite" Then we all can prepare for a festival in the weeks to come that way everything can be done proper and a plan can be laid out. We can hire musicians, Im sure we the blades can spare a few Large kegs from our stores as well contribute towards food. We can have dancing and merry making. ITs about time we breathed some life and culture into this town." Morgan would smile and look back to Oria" What do you think?"

Oria's expression turned relieved at first, then it quickly became slightly puzzled as she listened. "I'll have Priya and Betha assist me and we will bring the food to the construction site in an hour, if you could gather the workers there, it would be most helpful, miss Blackrose. As for a festival," she began carefully, "I'm not sure if such direct contact with Southern culture would sit well with some of our less," the trader stammered briefly, "artistically aware denizens. An event that would fit the local tastes, however, would be quite a welcomed sight, I believe."

Zeland approaches the fort when his ear catches something said between Morgan and Oria. He turns his attention towards the two and offers a nod to the Oria and a dip of his head to Lady Blackrose.
"A festival" he pauses for a moment "In Soubar?" A smirk crosses his face "Better off starting a riot." In a sarcastic tone "Perhaps a tournament should be held. Give the workers and merchants some entertainment and us Blades could use some practice for the Devils."

[Leramak]

Morgan would nod to Zeland at his arrival "You are right Oria, I sometimes forget i am no longer in Waterdeep, something more suitable for Soubar is required. " She ponders for a moment. "A Tournament is a grand idea" She lends a smiles to Zeland" Reminds me of the blood arenas in Manshaka." she looks between Oria and Zeland " Since it was your idea Zeland you shall have the honor of planning such an event." her Gaze looks back towards Oria " Could we rely on you for food preperations?"

[Zeland]

Morgan would nod to Zeland at his arrival "You are right Oria, I sometimes forget i am no longer in Waterdeep, something more suitable for Soubar is required. " She ponders for a moment. "A Tournament is a grand idea" She lends a smiles to Zeland" Reminds me of the blood arenas in Manshaka." she looks between Oria and Zeland " Since it was your idea Zeland you shall have the honor of planning such an event." her Gaze looks back towards Oria " Could we rely on you for food preperations?"

Zeland scratches his beard "I suppose I could arrange it." he ponders for a moment "It will require the Captains approval however, seeing that the Arena in the fort is the only suitable place for such."

[DM Arrakeen]

Zeland approaches the fort when his ear catches something said between Morgan and Oria. He turns his attention towards the two and offers a nod to the Oria and a dip of his head to Lady Blackrose.
"A festival" he pauses for a moment "In Soubar?" A smirk crosses his face "Better off starting a riot." In a sarcastic tone "Perhaps a tournament should be held. Give the workers and merchants some entertainment and us Blades could use some practice for the Devils."

Oria greeted the mercenary with a slight nod and a smile.

Morgan would nod to Zeland at his arrival "You are right Oria, I sometimes forget i am no longer in Waterdeep, something more suitable for Soubar is required. " She ponders for a moment. "A Tournament is a grand idea" She lends a smiles to Zeland" Reminds me of the blood arenas in Manshaka." she looks between Oria and Zeland " Since it was your idea Zeland you shall have the honor of planning such an event." her Gaze looks back towards Oria " Could we rely on you for food preperations?"

Zeland scratches his beard "I suppose I could arrange it." he ponders for a moment "It will require the Captains approval however, seeing that the Arena in the fort is the only suitable place for such."

"Meals for the whole event?" carefully, the merchant considered it. "It would require a substantial order of produce which would have to be done in the Gate, the purchase of services and a place to prepare it. Obviously, one can inquire with Mag about having her lend us her kitchen space again for a price, unless you have one in your building. That is, of course, if you want to provide a feast on top of the tournament," Oria glanced between Morgan and Zeland.

[Leramak]

Zeland approaches the fort when his ear catches something said between Morgan and Oria. He turns his attention towards the two and offers a nod to the Oria and a dip of his head to Lady Blackrose.
"A festival" he pauses for a moment "In Soubar?" A smirk crosses his face "Better off starting a riot." In a sarcastic tone "Perhaps a tournament should be held. Give the workers and merchants some entertainment and us Blades could use some practice for the Devils."

Oria greeted the mercenary with a slight nod and a smile.

Morgan would nod to Zeland at his arrival "You are right Oria, I sometimes forget i am no longer in Waterdeep, something more suitable for Soubar is required. " She ponders for a moment. "A Tournament is a grand idea" She lends a smiles to Zeland" Reminds me of the blood arenas in Manshaka." she looks between Oria and Zeland " Since it was your idea Zeland you shall have the honor of planning such an event." her Gaze looks back towards Oria " Could we rely on you for food preperations?"

Zeland scratches his beard "I suppose I could arrange it." he ponders for a moment "It will require the Captains approval however, seeing that the Arena in the fort is the only suitable place for such."

"Meals for the whole event?" carefully, the merchant considered it. "It would require a substantial order of produce which would have to be done in the Gate, the purchase of services and a place to prepare it. Obviously, one can inquire with Mag about having her lend us her kitchen space again for a price, unless you have one in your building. That is, of course, if you want to provide a feast on top of the tournament," Oria glanced between Morgan and Zeland.

Morgan ponders for a moment. "yes a feast as well, Make arrangements with mag's and let us know her price. I personally will pay for it." she crosses her arms for a second. "let me know what else you need to make this happen" With that she would make her way to where the works are to gather them for the food that was to be brought out shortly

[MedalOfValor]

Ebon Blade Daily - Termination of Services

Just after dawn, simple, unadorned and artistically lacking posters find their way to the bulletin board in Soubar and into Mag's Tavern.
Written in tight, militaristic script, the parchments read.

As of today, the individual known as Morgan Blackrose is no longer a member of the Ebon Blade Mercenary Company.

Due to several disciplinary issues and severe breaches of conduct, I have terminated Miss Blackrose's contract effective immediately.

Lieutenant El
The Ebon Blade Mercenary Company

[Zeland]

Ebon Blade Militia

After a vigorous day of training routines, the Ebon Blade Militia would be seen heading into the fort lead by a dark armored figure.

Upon entering the keep, the armored man would inspect each of the militia members gear and weapons and send those with inadequate equipment to the Quartermaster. After the militias gear checks they would be offered food and drink in the mess hall, followed by a short speech from the armored man.

The next day, the militia would return to its normal training sessions supervised by same the dark armored figure.

[TheTwiste11491]

Ebon Blade Daily - Charlie Company Recalled to Defend the Boareskyr Bridge

After the reply from General Scar, the Ebon Blade leaders decide to heed the General's advice. Commander El orders the Charlie Company to pack up their camp at the Winding Waters Front, and she leads them home. When Chester's unit reaches the Boareskyr Bridge, they are immediately dispatched by Captain Nightgale to lend support to the Bastard Company already stationed there.

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[metaquad4]

A new Ebon Blade recruit sets to work. Taking the initiative, he hauls supplies from Baldur's Gate. Hauling as much stone as he can carry with a spell of Bull's Strength woven over his figure he sets to work, making several trips and hauling the stone into Soubar.

He then takes the stone from Soubar, building a modest barricade with several slabs, stacking them onto each-other and sealing the stacks together.



Spent from building his barricade, he begins setting up several tents. A golden command tent, unfurnished until any commanders might arrive with supplies for it, as well as two red and one brown general tents for any weary volunteer watchers or fellow Ebon Blade members.

To the back, he sets up two Lean-Tos, to be used for storage spaces for supplies and weapons.

Finally, in the center, he starts a campfire, calling upon the weave to catch the logs he places in it on fire. He sets a few chickens to roast on a spit over the flame, before moving back to the barricade to begin his watch.



Enenra sighs, gazing out at the empty bridge. He recalls the fierce battle, not too long ago, the catalyst for his employment in the Blades. Looking wearily out at the other side of the bridge, he wriggles his spaded staff into the dirt.

He gazes out at that bridge, anticipating the next attack. His break was over, his watch begun again.

[metaquad4]

Enenra moves down to the bridge, bringing with him a few more sets of supplies for his barricade. He begins moving the formation of the wall around, creating a pass for people to enter and leave, before a haunting voice appears behind him.

"Come on soldier, set up the barricade correctly!"

He spins around, irritated, sweat trickling across his form and drenching his clothing. He casts a spell of Dry over himself and glowers, doing his best to maintain appearances. He leans back down, adjusting the stone.

"Can't you move any faster? Molasses in Chult moves quicker than you up-hill!" The dark-clothed halfling girl chirps at him, a deadpan expression on her face.

"Shut up, you librarian-looking, mousey little imp!" Enenra grunts, adjusting his barricade to the perfect alignment finally.

The halfling stared at him for a moment, before moving behind him and pitching up several tents behind the barricade.



After setting up his barricade formation - which he spent some time refining over the last 'eve in the Ebon Blade's library - he takes up formation. He is met by a pleasant surprise, as the Ebon Blade's Druid Skallagrim.

Receiving a pleasing compliment Astere regarding the nature of his barricade, Enenra glows with pride for a few meager moments at his handiwork before he sobers up again. Gazing across that bridge, he twitches, always wary, always watching.



He and Skallagrim stay for some time together, passing idle words against the pale glow of the moon-light as they watch. The bridge remains silent but watch they must, for their duty compels them. Signed in blood and sweat and paid for in silver and gold are both of their lives, for now.

Enenra sighs softly, complementing his next research project as he gazes into that abyss that forms the sky on the other side of the bridge. Perhaps he'd work on creating a new spell, next. Or perhaps he would write a book. The thoughts left him as suddenly as they had arrived. He began to reach that zen state, blinking and shaking his head softly to snap himself out of it.

He would be a good watcher for the Ebon Blades. He would not allow his thoughts to distract him from his job. And he would get paid for his troubles.

[metaquad4]

Another peaceful night. The calm before the storm, it must be. Enenra stood at the bridge once more, alongside that halfling who insisted in setting up her triage tent right next to his barricade.

Repelling the odd foolish bandit attack, Enenra sighed. He forgot to ask when he would be paid. He kept his eyes wary, the occasional glance behind his shoulder, looking to see if his Captain was there. He hasn't spoken to him him in several moons and had a few questions for him.

Who did he report to, now that Lieutenant Dunn was no longer an Ebon Blade? When would he get paid? Enenra grumbled, the thought of pay flashing across his thoughts once more. He shook his head, and trailed that spaded staff against the dirt. It was pointless to worry about that now, he had a job to do.

A pleasant surprised wandered across his camp. That druid again, this time taking the form of a hulking blue dragon. Enenra seemed pleased with these reinforcements. He spend time exchanging words between himself, the dragonic druid, and that halfling, as they watched the bridge together.

The night was another uneventful one. Perhaps the next might would entail danger. Either way, Enenra would watch with vigilance.

[Jepop]

Skallagrim slept in his tent outside of the Ebon Blade keep. While deep in slumber a dream came to him. All of Soubar was covered in a deep, almost impenetrable darkness. He wandered through the shadow infested village calling out to his kinsmen, but none answered his call, rather it was the caw of an eagle that grabbed his attention. Perched upon a tree branch was the bird of prey, it stared directly into Skallagrim's eyes before cawing one last time, it then took flight carving a path through the darkness, heading south.

Skallagrim jolted awake and sat straight up. He knew what Brother Eagle was telling him, it was time depart Soubar. He gathered his possesions, grabbed his staff and prepared to journey south. He looked upon the Ebon Blade keep before pulling the sigil that bore their symbol from his cloak, placed it before the entrance then made his departure.