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Star Fudge
- Joined
- Mar 9, 2014
"We have breached the wall!"
"Excellent! Quickly everyone, just as planned! Go forward!"
The group of prepared warriors came in and stormed the fortress and began warring, the latest of a long series of battles in this war. The war was between the Atzlan Alliance, a group of various tribes and groups agaist the Espada Empire, an invading force that encroached onto their lands and thus, has been a war to push them over control of the continent. Of course, right now they were on neither's terrirtory, but on the territory of the Deunords, a group of people held together in a complex web of politics and a long-time rival to the Espada Empire or rather their patron Church due to the Holy Schism.
As such, they had assisted the Atzlan in modernizing for warfare and helped them out in reclaiming the last of a particular duchy of territory.
However... matters would change here.
Diego Vendrix was a prominent member of one of the tribes. Formerly the son of a merchant, his father's death spurred him to war and turned him from an alchemist's apprentice into a capable warrior, even if he had to test brews in himself to accelerate his growth and augment his strength. It worked more or less so no one complained. It did mean he stood out a bit from most others given he was a scholar firrst.
"Are you okay?" he asked a woman who he saw in some sort of wooden pole and began untying her. They likely were gonna put on fire before they came in to attack. The young lady would observe the man:
He was a pretty tall guy, about 6 foot even and with a stocky build, he looked pretty imposing. He wasn't super muscular, but he definitely showed he lived an active lifestyle. His black hair and brown eyes were pretty ordinary, but his face stood out. It looked boyish though it was hard to tell with the shaggy mane of hair along with a beard, likely grown as a response to the oncoming colder weather, especially here in the mroe northern part of this continent that was relatively foreign to the Aztlan Alliance, hence the assistance needed. He was pretty tan, almost like he was in the Middle Sea islands or lands associated though a bit tanner. At the same time, his face showed he was definitely of mixed blood. He was dressed in a mix of clothing and leather aror with metal pieces though with bright and decorated colors and with some paint on them. Even some of the pelt was of the jaguar, not native to this continent, but to that of his home land.
"Excellent! Quickly everyone, just as planned! Go forward!"
The group of prepared warriors came in and stormed the fortress and began warring, the latest of a long series of battles in this war. The war was between the Atzlan Alliance, a group of various tribes and groups agaist the Espada Empire, an invading force that encroached onto their lands and thus, has been a war to push them over control of the continent. Of course, right now they were on neither's terrirtory, but on the territory of the Deunords, a group of people held together in a complex web of politics and a long-time rival to the Espada Empire or rather their patron Church due to the Holy Schism.
As such, they had assisted the Atzlan in modernizing for warfare and helped them out in reclaiming the last of a particular duchy of territory.
However... matters would change here.
Diego Vendrix was a prominent member of one of the tribes. Formerly the son of a merchant, his father's death spurred him to war and turned him from an alchemist's apprentice into a capable warrior, even if he had to test brews in himself to accelerate his growth and augment his strength. It worked more or less so no one complained. It did mean he stood out a bit from most others given he was a scholar firrst.
"Are you okay?" he asked a woman who he saw in some sort of wooden pole and began untying her. They likely were gonna put on fire before they came in to attack. The young lady would observe the man:
He was a pretty tall guy, about 6 foot even and with a stocky build, he looked pretty imposing. He wasn't super muscular, but he definitely showed he lived an active lifestyle. His black hair and brown eyes were pretty ordinary, but his face stood out. It looked boyish though it was hard to tell with the shaggy mane of hair along with a beard, likely grown as a response to the oncoming colder weather, especially here in the mroe northern part of this continent that was relatively foreign to the Aztlan Alliance, hence the assistance needed. He was pretty tan, almost like he was in the Middle Sea islands or lands associated though a bit tanner. At the same time, his face showed he was definitely of mixed blood. He was dressed in a mix of clothing and leather aror with metal pieces though with bright and decorated colors and with some paint on them. Even some of the pelt was of the jaguar, not native to this continent, but to that of his home land.