Post by rolistespod on Jun 7, 2019 14:41:41 GMT
Ergin Brockskuter
The cloaked young mercenary finally stepped off the boarding ramp and landed with heavy feet on Kantas' soil.
Despite the saddening news which reached him before he sailed to Kantas, he could not repress a sense of excitement.
This was the place where he'd find what he was after, what he was determined to create.
Something, in his view, money couldn't buy.
This view would have confused many. After all, what the ambitious young man was after were mercenaries. Most people would be inclined to retort "What else but money are mercenaries after?".
However, Ergin, who had no riches anyway, wasn't after "any" mercenaries. What he was decided to find and bring together was "his" mercenaries. A phalange of men and women who would bind their destinies with him and one another, a family.
The tall young mercenary swung his bag over his well-built shoulder and carefully dropping the heavy payload on the ground. Lifting the hood of his sturdy waxed canvas cloak, he revealed his handsome features, made sterner by his military burr cut.
Ergin's plan for the day was simple. Present himself without delay to the most respectful military group he could find. With a bit of convincing and luck, he could sleep tonight in the martial comfort of barracks instead of having to spend coins for the questionable comfort and safety of a random inn.
Upon embarking at Waterdeep, his first thought was to join the ranks of Cordelia Jadefist's militia. However, during the journey, a merchant familiar with Kantas had told him of the Order of the Crimson Fist. While more of a long shot, the apparent independent nature of that military organisation appealed even more to Ergin who decided to start his search for employment there.
But first, he had to dress for the job.
After gazing across the few alleys opening onto the docks, the mercenary's green eyes set onto one seemingly quiet but clean enough.
Once there, he unfurled his package revealing the tool of his trade and carefully displaying them for him to inspect.
The heaviest of the belongings was without a doubt his sturdy chainmail. It was not a fancy thing. Ergin often lamented how it impaired his ability to move about quietly but the protection the armour granted him was a tested lifesaving trade-off.
His large round shield didn't show any emblem or even recognisable colours which would have informed observers of Ergin's eventual allegiance. Its battle-worn surface was, however, a warning, for expert eyes, that his owner wasn't to be messed with.
A similarly worn-out but well-maintained longsword completed this warning for those not so shrewd.
Finally, his single-hand light crossbow showed multiple repairs. Ergin's favourite tactic was to shoot bolts at enemies behind the protection of his shield. Despite his accuracy, assailants sometimes reached him. On such occasions, he would drop to the floor the ranged weapon to unsheath his longsword.
It was a modest but already heavy arsenal. Yet, Ergin regretted once more not to own a pair of light weapon. His two-handed fencing training would have made those handy should he face multiple or clumsy opponents.
He was still rummaging this thought as he finished fitting his armour.
Now…
…where could he find this Order of the Crimson Fist? Learning more about the fate of his father would have to wait for a little.
Stepping out of the alley, Ergin stopped an elderly and politely asked for directions.
At Lykksie's request:
1) What would his favourite song be if he lived in our world?
2) What's the dumbest thing he's ever done?
Got into a fight with a fellow mercenary because Ergin has had enough of the individual's "repeated foul language and vulgar references to other people's parents". In hindsight, it was an extremely silly reason to get into a fight, that he lost, with one of the strongest and most intimidating folks of his company.
3) Is he a dog or a cat person?
He definitely would be a dog person (which is interesting because I'm not at all).
At Anthony's request:
4) Is he a lizard person?
I think he is. He loves all manners of creatures
The cloaked young mercenary finally stepped off the boarding ramp and landed with heavy feet on Kantas' soil.
Despite the saddening news which reached him before he sailed to Kantas, he could not repress a sense of excitement.
This was the place where he'd find what he was after, what he was determined to create.
Something, in his view, money couldn't buy.
This view would have confused many. After all, what the ambitious young man was after were mercenaries. Most people would be inclined to retort "What else but money are mercenaries after?".
However, Ergin, who had no riches anyway, wasn't after "any" mercenaries. What he was decided to find and bring together was "his" mercenaries. A phalange of men and women who would bind their destinies with him and one another, a family.
The tall young mercenary swung his bag over his well-built shoulder and carefully dropping the heavy payload on the ground. Lifting the hood of his sturdy waxed canvas cloak, he revealed his handsome features, made sterner by his military burr cut.
Ergin's plan for the day was simple. Present himself without delay to the most respectful military group he could find. With a bit of convincing and luck, he could sleep tonight in the martial comfort of barracks instead of having to spend coins for the questionable comfort and safety of a random inn.
Upon embarking at Waterdeep, his first thought was to join the ranks of Cordelia Jadefist's militia. However, during the journey, a merchant familiar with Kantas had told him of the Order of the Crimson Fist. While more of a long shot, the apparent independent nature of that military organisation appealed even more to Ergin who decided to start his search for employment there.
But first, he had to dress for the job.
After gazing across the few alleys opening onto the docks, the mercenary's green eyes set onto one seemingly quiet but clean enough.
Once there, he unfurled his package revealing the tool of his trade and carefully displaying them for him to inspect.
The heaviest of the belongings was without a doubt his sturdy chainmail. It was not a fancy thing. Ergin often lamented how it impaired his ability to move about quietly but the protection the armour granted him was a tested lifesaving trade-off.
His large round shield didn't show any emblem or even recognisable colours which would have informed observers of Ergin's eventual allegiance. Its battle-worn surface was, however, a warning, for expert eyes, that his owner wasn't to be messed with.
A similarly worn-out but well-maintained longsword completed this warning for those not so shrewd.
Finally, his single-hand light crossbow showed multiple repairs. Ergin's favourite tactic was to shoot bolts at enemies behind the protection of his shield. Despite his accuracy, assailants sometimes reached him. On such occasions, he would drop to the floor the ranged weapon to unsheath his longsword.
It was a modest but already heavy arsenal. Yet, Ergin regretted once more not to own a pair of light weapon. His two-handed fencing training would have made those handy should he face multiple or clumsy opponents.
He was still rummaging this thought as he finished fitting his armour.
Now…
…where could he find this Order of the Crimson Fist? Learning more about the fate of his father would have to wait for a little.
Stepping out of the alley, Ergin stopped an elderly and politely asked for directions.
At Lykksie's request:
1) What would his favourite song be if he lived in our world?
2) What's the dumbest thing he's ever done?
Got into a fight with a fellow mercenary because Ergin has had enough of the individual's "repeated foul language and vulgar references to other people's parents". In hindsight, it was an extremely silly reason to get into a fight, that he lost, with one of the strongest and most intimidating folks of his company.
3) Is he a dog or a cat person?
He definitely would be a dog person (which is interesting because I'm not at all).
At Anthony's request:
4) Is he a lizard person?
I think he is. He loves all manners of creatures