The Waiting Disaster
Super-Earth
- Joined
- May 4, 2011
Tobie Langezaal had always been a man of war, for as long as he could remember.
The Dutchman was 6'1, a giant of a man both locally, and in his home-land (for the time). He had dirty blonde hair, which was so uncontrollable that the only thing he ever bothered doing with it besides brushing it out was cutting it whenever it got below his broad shoulders. At the moment, he walked a street in a small village that he and his fellow mercenaries had recently siezed. They were mercenaries, hired by a local lord to scare the people in this, and surrounding villages in to "paying their dues" to "his majesty" who had deemed himself in charge of them all.
His men didn't care why they were there, though.
They just enjoyed the money and care-free attitude that Captain Tobie took when it came to controlling his mens' behavior.
For example, even now as he walked thorugh the streets on a casual patrol, Tobie paid no mind to his men who took food from stores, pushed people around, and enforced harsh punishment on the citizens. All for some gold to make sure that they would pay respect to some lord a few miles away from them who probably couldn't even spell the village's name . . . if he knew it.
The Dutchman was 6'1, a giant of a man both locally, and in his home-land (for the time). He had dirty blonde hair, which was so uncontrollable that the only thing he ever bothered doing with it besides brushing it out was cutting it whenever it got below his broad shoulders. At the moment, he walked a street in a small village that he and his fellow mercenaries had recently siezed. They were mercenaries, hired by a local lord to scare the people in this, and surrounding villages in to "paying their dues" to "his majesty" who had deemed himself in charge of them all.
His men didn't care why they were there, though.
They just enjoyed the money and care-free attitude that Captain Tobie took when it came to controlling his mens' behavior.
For example, even now as he walked thorugh the streets on a casual patrol, Tobie paid no mind to his men who took food from stores, pushed people around, and enforced harsh punishment on the citizens. All for some gold to make sure that they would pay respect to some lord a few miles away from them who probably couldn't even spell the village's name . . . if he knew it.