(RP) SFR: La Guerre de Cent Ans: Redux

Noblesse Oblige

Noblesse Oblige

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OOC: I was gonna C+P the Intro from the SU/D, but it'll run to long with the synopsis for Chapter 1. Well..here you go.

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Chapter I: Trial by Battle
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When the war started in 36 SC, Emmeria needed to get its navy across the Northern Ocean to the Usean continent. However they needed support close by or the invasion would fail. They would receive help from the various members of the mighty Holy Belkan Empire, especially those in the Low Countries of Fato. An artisan revolt in the Erusean-allied County of Brunies ended with the Count being forced out and a pro-Emmerian government formed, led by Jacob van Hainaut.

The Erusean navy led by Admiral Hughes Béhuchet, and the support of hired mercenaries from the Most Serene Republic of Liguria, began launching raids against the Emmerians on 38 SC. They launched attacks on Brunies, the Duchy of Vasconia and even the Emmerian mainland, chiefly Gracemeria on the faraway Anean Continent. While the attacks were less successful the following year, it managed to drain Emmeria’s resources and added support to the Nationalist movements on Khesed Island and Felinsulia in Northern Emmeria. Finally after Aurelius III convinced the Ligurian shipmasters to receive money for staying at port, the Emmerian Navy struck and sank the Erusean galley Fleet at Farbanti Harbor. Desperate to gather enough ships for an invasion of Emmeria, the Erusean Navy gathered together at the Spring Sea.

The Emmerian Navy met Erusea’s navy as well as any Ligurians still loyal to the Eruseans. On June 40 SC, the Battle of the Spring Sea ended in a devastating Emmerian victory, with the complete and utter destruction of the Erusean Navy, thus ensuring that the battleground of the Centennial War would never be fought on the Anean Continent.

And so the Emmerian Armies landed in Vascony to alleviate the defense of his duchy. With him was his son, Aurelius, Prince of Felinsulia whose ferocity and armor of choice would earn him the title Le Prince Noir, The Black Prince, also along with him was the daughter of the King’s late advisor, the young archer Mary Waltham. For Valentin VI and his various friends and allies, they would need to react quickly and decisively to counter this threat.

Emmeria Victory Conditions: Defeat the Eruseans and push them out of Vasconia

Erusea Victory Conditions: Take the Vasconian capital of Bordeu.

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Europa Universalis III OST-Night Falls Over Our Empire

June 25, 40 SC

The calm seas of the Cascade Ocean was soothing, almost captivating, and for the young Mary Waltham. Though she was a capable archer, this was her first battle in the whole war. She had a lot of expectations for herself, Mary was in favor of King Aurelius III, and while most of the court didn't know about, had feelings with his son, also named Aurelius, the Prince of Felinsulia.

"Are you alright, Mary?"

Mary quickly turned round and saw the Prince standing next to her on the beach.

"Uh, Uh..Yes, Your Highness!" Mary stammered but managed to beat back her nervousness. Aurelius placed his hand on her shoulders, "Don't be nervous, father knows what he is doing. Once everything is set, we will head for Bordeu."

"Yes, your highness." Mary walked to town, the port city of Brageirac, where Emmeria's Cogs and Galleys docked.
 
[OOC: Morning, or night...? I guess I'll just pick one.]

Brageirac.

There was not much about this city that Chloe knew off aside from the fact that it was the main port city of the Kingdom of Emmeria. Then again, it was just this very fact that fixed an otherwise random journey. A port city, as well as some rather interesting rumors, always made wonderful settings for a wandering mercenary like Chloe.

Flapping her wings forward, she slowed down considerably as she took a quick dive to the ground. "Here at last, hm," She muttered to herself as she looked around. It was night after all, and there certainly wasn't a lot of people that filled the streets.

Nevertheless, as always, the pub was noisy. Just as she looked in the general direction of the building, two men emerged, engaged in a fierce brawl that attracted a small crowd, as well as some excited, though drunken, cheers from the patrons in the pub. She felt her lips curve into a half smile as she shook her head.

Glancing behind her, she took in the sight of the sea... As well as an unusual human female. Unusual, not just because of her blond hair, but because of her height as well. Chloe quickly tore her gaze away as she started towards the pub, mentally preparing herself as she took every step.

Although she had been a mercenary for some time now, it would seem she wasn't battle-hardened enough to exude an aura that immediately identifies herself to be a mercenary. It doesn't help that she particularly took to searching for jobs in the pub. More often than not, she always end up being taken as a prostitute... Which further leads to an inevitable need to retaliate physically, and painfully, for the poor men that tried to make advances on her.
 
OOC: Might as well. She is wearing a tunic with wing space at the back with this cross (without the curves near the bottom) as the decoration. btw, i changed her sword.

Brageirac.

Mtiette walked through the streets of Brageirac, trying to seek lodging or at the very least, dinner for the night. The nearest Sanctus Church was a fair while away and Mtiette did not feel like travelling that far for now as it was now night. She feared nothing and it was more a comfort issue than anything else. While her tunic showed that she was a nun of the Sanctus Order of the Church, her armour and spear, Sheva, told them that she was at the very least a knight. That earned enough renown to ward of undesirables.

*Sigh* Signs of war is ever so present....

Mtiette did not quite care too much for who won or not. Her Church's teaching was to help the needy, regardless of race. She was not too disturbed by the Cogs and Galleys of Emmeria, only by the fact that there will be many needy soon enough.

In front of Mtiette was a pub/tavern. It looked decent enough, but Mtiette was still wondering if she should enter. After all, there was a drunken brawl outside just minutes ago.
 
[OOC: Well, a lil' interaction, I suppose, especially with all three characters close by.]

Chloe was able to enter the tavern when she noticed another Phoenician. Now, this Phoenician was a rather breath-taking sight. She had seen fellow Phoenician warriors before, but most of them, female as well, were typically muscular to a rather male-like extent. Hardly any of them were like this particular Phoenician before her now, exuding an air of grace.

Which also led Chloe to compare herself with this female, and conclude she couldn't match up. Maybe, except her wings, which Chloe was particularly proud of. Stroking it habitually, she quickly shook herself back into reality, realizing that she had been staring at this lady for a while now.

Hoping to make the situation less awkward, she smiled, though ironically, awkwardly, at the lady, before continuing on into the tavern.

Despite the external appearance, the tavern turned out to be more organized than expected. Although it was packed full with patrons, drunk and sober alike, there was a clear distinction between the mercenaries and the casual drinkers. The right side of the room, for the most part sat most of the patrons. Probably the reason why the tavern was so noisy.

Some patrons were just shouting out their drunken gibberish, some jesting with one another. Some slouched over the table in drunken stupor, and even some on the floor, sleeping. Then of course there were some enjoying a quiet drink... Though in the midst of the cacophony, Chloe could hardly identity with that idea.

The left side of the room was more serious. Whether seated at the tables, or merely standing, the people were quiet, save for a few who were conversing amongst themselves. These were mercenaries, and Chloe quickly recognized that easily enough. There were plenty of boards on the walls, all of which held slips of paper that upon closer inspection, was revealed to be job offers.

"Hm... I guess it'll be... I don't know. Give me something light."

The bartender responded quickly, pouring a glass of liquor of some sort. Chloe then sat herself at one of the tables. She wasn't planning on looking for the typically cheap jobs on the board, hoping, instead, for a big one. Large enough to keep her from working for about a month or so - at least she would be able to get back to her foster father.
 
Mary walked into the tavern, it was going to be a while before morning when they will set off southwards towards Bordeu. Within the tavern were several people, some, Emmerian knights, Infantrymen and Archers, some native to the city itself, and mercenaries looking for a job.

There was a fair bit of commotion amongst the groups, but Mary paid no heed. It's hard to believe that even though it's war the people were mainly calm about it. She hoped this little squabble will end soon enough with Erusea being made a part of the Emmerian Kingdom.

Nonetheless, she went ahead to get something to drink, taking a seat on the bar.

"What would you like, little lady?" The bartender asked.

Mary gave the man a bit of a scowl, then calmed herself for a moment. "Nothing too heavy, please..."

The bartender nodded, then poured some liquor into a mug, handing the mug over to the young archer. It looks like it's going to be a long night.
 
Chloe began observing people as she sat, having nothing better to do when there were barely anyone that approached her. Then again, considering the girl's rather girlish appearance - void of any battle scars that would at least add some maturity to her otherwise childish demeanor - it was hard to believe that anyone would think of approaching her. Chloe knew that, but didn't care anyway.

She had wings that could take her virtually anywhere. If need be, she could even go over to the next city to seek out a job.

"Never mind," She muttered to herself, finishing her drink. "I guess I could find accommodation for the night."

Chloe was about to walk out of the tavern when she took notice of the very same lady that she had sighted from outside. Amused by this little coincidence, Chloe decided to take her chances and approach the girl.

"Oh, er, hi."

Leaning against the bar top next to the girl, her eyes met the bartender's briefly as she shook her head to dismiss him. Shifting her gaze over to the girl, she grinned broadly.

"Well, I'm Chloe. Nice to meet you, huh?"

It was quite an awkward moment for Chloe; she had never tried approaching anyone in this manner before. What the other lady thought of this was a question that would be best answered in her response. Keeping up her smile, Chloe averted her gaze to set herself at ease.
 
OOC: Here is a map of Vasconia and the surrounding areas in Chapter 1: http://imgur.com/wakJ9.png

IC:

Mary:

As Mary started drinking, she heard someone behind her speak.

"Oh, er, hi."

At first, Mary payed no mind to her, conrinuing on with her drink, and dismissing the bartender to deal with his other customers. However she heard the same voice say something else.

"Well, I'm Chloe. Nice to meet you, huh?"

Mary turned around to find a young Pheonician girl, not much younger than she is. She wears the traditional clothes of someone high in status, but what was she doing in such a seedy place as this? Still, it was best to be courteous after all.

"Likewise...my name is Mary."

She found it a bit awkward, she turned her attention to the front of the bar, and to her drink, however she still wanted to know, "What are you doing in a place like this?"

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Philippe:

Dauphin Philippe was riding on horseback with his knights. They were headed towards Cherente, about 15 miles east from the border between Erusea and Vasconia, from there they would launch a chevauchée, a series of raids on horseback and chocobo around the lands and away from large towns and forts, to force the Emmerians to fight.

Along with the Eruean crown Prince was a friend of his, David of Bruis, son of the last emperor of the old Khesed Empire.

"Your Majesty," a messenger spoke, "We have arrived."

"Excellent, let us rest here for a moment, then move forward towards the enemy."

"Good call, soon we will crush the Gracemerians here, and use this as a step to reclaiming my homeland."

The Erusean Knights and Infantry began heading into the city to do as stated, and maybe increase their numbers as well.
 
[OOC: PS for the short post. A quick one before I head off for school.]

"What are you doing in a place like this?"

"Oh, I'm a mercenary. I'm actually looking for a job right now."

Chloe internally thanked her fates as she called for another drink, taking small sips from the cup as she stood over beside Mary as she looked back at the tavern behind them. The area for mercenaries was still relatively quiet, with only an occasional few that approached some of the tougher looking ones, presumably for jobs.

"I guess I don't look strong enough, after all."

She muttered this out without much thought. Realizing she had actually voiced out her thought, she chuckled to herself, taking a bigger sip from her drink.

"Heh, must be my drink."
 
Against better judgment, Mtiette swung open the door and stepped gingerly into the bar interior. It was nicer than she had thought. A bit crowded, but she did manage to scrounge herself a table in the middle. Personally, she felt it was not the best of place to be. There was a 360 degree attack angle from potential opponents. That and that her wings can often become rather... in the way of non-phoenicians.

Well.... ill worry about that later i guess. i dont think anyone would attack a nun in the middle of nowhere.... i think....

Mtiette flagged down a waitress and ordered a scrumptious looking beef stew and sweet potatoes. She was on the verge of a grumbling stomach and only managed to wait long enough to book a room before she dug in. From the corner of her eyes, Mtiette spotted another Phoenician with rather pretty wings sitting near a Human. She did not seem native around here so Mtiette could only think that the Human was from the Cogs and Galley's of Emmeria.
 
"Oh, I'm a mercenary. I'm actually looking for a job right now."

Mary was surprised to hear that. She actually looked young for a Mercenary, even by Pheonician standards. She did hear of a more experienced mercenary who was a friend of the last King, the First King of Emmeria. But enough about the lore, how would she stack up with her inexperience.

"I guess I don't look strong enough, after all."

Mary couldn't help but chuckle to herself, moreso when Chloe did the same. She herself was never self-conscious about herself. She did indeed had to live up to her name, for her late father's sake.

"A friend once told me that there is more to strength than just physical strength. Of course my friend was a Priest so make of it what you will."

Mary remained calm about it as the bartender gave Mary a second drink, taking small sips from it.
 
[OOC: We might actually be having lesser characters than need be to keep this role play eventful. I'll probably come up with another character... Maybe now, or later. :D ]


Chloe laughed pleasantly.

"Religious strength then?"

It was quite an opinionated remark, to immediately associate a Priest with religion, but Chloe made this remark as a joke - and might not actually be wrong about it. How Mary took to this remark was another matter altogether. That is, when compared to the young Phoenician's diverted attention.

It was the Phoenician that she had seen earlier.

"So, alcohol not only makes your head spin, but also downsizes it?"

As she said that, she took a quick gulp from her cup, downing a quarter of it in one shot. She didn't have any clear explanation as to why she did that, but her vision was starting to blur - and multiply.

But it didn't stop her from getting up, and staggering forward in what felt like normal movement, but really was drunken motion, towards the Phoenician.

"Ohhaidare."

It would appear the extent of the alcohol had also reached her speech as well, even though her mind was still, to her, as lucid as can be.

"I-uh... Hope 'chu won't mind 'e sitting down."

She quickly pulls out a seat and falls on it with a thump, her wings stretching into a comfortable position as she did.

"OH! Mary," Chloe suddenly exclaimed, her grin easily giving away her drunkenness. "Why, come over, friend!"
 
"Religious strength then?"

Mary chuckled at that remark. She wasn't overly religious, but always tended to go to church service. She was definitively a believer, but wanted to focus on her and her late family's personal honor.

"So, alcohol not only makes your head spin, but also downsizes it?"

"That is what I have heard." Mary said, taking the last gulp of her drink. Unfortunately for Chloe, it appears she could not take her liquor. Mary decided to just go ahead and leave the money on the bar table, 5 ducats. (Ducats is the currency for the RP)

Just when Mary was about to leave, Chloe, now in a drunken stupor, called out to her. "OH! Mary, Why, come over, friend!"

Mary looked over and saw Chloe sitting over with another Pheonician, this one however was calm, and from her attire, from a Monastic Order. She walked over to the table with the two Pheonicians and said to the unknown Pheonician. "I apologize for my friend's...inability to hold her liquor. Who are you?"
 
OOC: Thanks. I really needed an opportunity of interaction.

Mtiette had finished her bowl of stew, content with its taste was was more than happy to sit there mulling in her mind with a glass of fine wine in her hand. Beer would have been okay too, but Mtiette was more inclined with taste of wine than intoxication..... which, unfortunately, one fellow Pheonician see to be.

"Ohhaidare."

Her speech patterns made that rather obvious

"I-uh... Hope 'chu won't mind 'e sitting down."

While it was more preferrable that she had no company, Mtiette guessed this Pheonician was better than some stupid drunk sailor trying to seduce her. At least she was easy to look at in comparison to big, bulky and smelly men.

No, i do not mind. Please seat yourself down. You don't look too steady.

"OH! Mary,why, come over, friend!"

The girl dropped to her seat without too much trouble and Mtiette was glad she didnt topple off like many drunks tend to. She called over her friend to come over, which was good. At least it will not be awkward with just the two of them. This one, was a Human though.

"I apologize for my friend's...inability to hold her liquor. Who are you?"

I do not mind. It happens, though i do wonder how much she has drunk. As for who i am, my name is Mtiette Faraway, a....Sister of the Holy Sanctus Church. Please, have a seat.

Mtiette avoided calling herself as a Holy Paladin. It sometimes did seem somewhat pretentious, but as a high rank in the Order, it was best not to attract attention to much. She mostly tries to pass herself off as a travelling nun or at the very least, just a knight.
 
[OOC: No problem, at this point, there's only three of us on this side, and there isn't any action yet, so yeah]

"Hm, hhh-h-hold what?"

Slumped over the table now, Chloe was virtually mumbling out her response. She kept her eyes shut to stop the world from spinning, but even without vision, she could still feel it.

"H-how do you... How do you hold a liquor! It should be how do you hold a glass of liquor..."

Realizing quickly she wasn't making any sense, she laughed.

"Whoops, I got the wrong meaning of that, didn't I... Eh Mtiette?"

She raised her head, looking at the Phoenician with a cheeky smile.

"Oh, yes... M-my name."

She stood up abruptly, toppling the chair behind her. As soon as she got up, she lost her balance, but quickly regained her footing enough to make a half-bow.

"I am Chloe!"

Grinning, she shouted," NICE TO MEET YOU."

The other patrons were already looking to their direction, some of them laughing as they spoke among themselves. Chloe didn't pay any attention to those, looking from Mtiette to Mary then back with unfocused eyes. She quickly rested her hands on the table to stabilize herself and sat back down, only to realize the chair wasn't there. She fell down with a thud.

And as soon as she fell down, she went out cold, knocked out by the effects of the little beer she had downed earlier.
 
I do not mind. It happens, though i do wonder how much she has drunk. As for who i am, my name is Mtiette Faraway, a....Sister of the Holy Sanctus Church. Please, have a seat.

"Thanks" Mary took a seat right between the two Pheonicians. "My name is Mary Waltham, an Archer loyal to the King of Emmeria."

Mary saw Chloe go around in a drunken stupor, muttering on about what she had said earlier. All Mary could do was place her hand on her face in both shame and frustration.

"Oh, yes... M-my name. I am Chloe! NICE TO MEET YOU."

Chloe finally collapsed amidst some laughter around the tavern. "Oh god." Mary said as she continued to hide her face. "Alright, best to take this girl to the nearby inn. Care to give a hand, Mtiette?" Mary got up and proceeded to get the unconscious Pheonician up on her feet, her left arm wrapped around Mary's neck.
 
( OOC: ugh sorry guys. My first post got deleted last week so I had to wait until I got back from break to retype it :/ )

Never opened his eyes slowly. The scene before him bobbed up and down fast and he shook his head and rubbed his eyes a few times to take a look at his surroundings. He was upon a horse, propped up against it's neck as an unknown person sat behind him guiding the horse. "Ah so you're up." the man said as the horse followed through a path towards a city.

"Yes sir." Never spoke as he gazed at the scene. It looked completely different than all of the worlds he had visited so far. The city did not look as modern as the astonishing buildings he had once seen before. He figured he must have woken in a medievalish era of some sort.

"Excuse me sir, but, where are we going?" Never asked confused.

"Well the Erusean knights found you lying in the forest. You didn't seem too injured so we figured a young man like you could aid in our fight." the knight spoke.

"A fight huh?" Never smiled.

He had always seen these sorts of things as fun and games but never in a serious tone. He always smiled at the chance to exercise his skills. "I'll gladly participate. But for which reason sir?"

"I myself don't really know the answer young man. You'd best arm yourself. We're getting close."

Although his mission was to explore and save worlds from certain threats, not once while he had been traveling did he ever get taking by a complete stranger. Not only could his appearance look odd to these people but his pet may make things even worse for the people. "Wake up cheep" the boy called to the little brown mouse who slept in the hood of his purple cloak.

The mouse stirred until it had fully woken and peered over the edge at the new scenery. The city was coming near. Would they begin the fight as soon as they reached it? Never waited to find out as he grasped the hilt on his sword out of caution...
 
Erusean Faction:

Dauphin Philippe and David of Bruis went to stay at the residence of the Baron of this city. His soldiers were to rest here for the night, then move into Vasconia tomorrow.

One Erusean Knight appeared before the King. "We have begun the process of acquiring new soldiers to fight for our cause."

"Excellent. Make sure they are outfitted with the proper equipment before we set off."

"Yes, your Majesty. Also, we've encountered a young boy on the way to the city. He is wearing strange...unfamiliar clothing."

David pondered, while the Prince said, "Bring him here, I want to know who he is."

The knight bowed, then left to meet with the boy.
 
"Alright, best to take this girl to the nearby inn. Care to give a hand, Mtiette?"

It was an odd turn of event. Mtiette had barely known the pair for an hour and here she was, being asked to assist the drunk friend. There was no harm in it however. In fact, Mtiette had rented a room just now. Since she had charged it against the Church, it was rather roomy. Mtiette was willing to share with Cloe. After all, Mtiette had a weird sleeping habit. She disliked beds and would rather prefer resting against her blade in a seated position (ala Claymore style).

Why dont we just take her upstairs to my room. I do not use the bed so she can sleep there. I wont sell her off.

The last line was a joke, but Mtiette was never good with them and on hind sight, she thought it sounded a bit morbid. Whatever Mary decided to do, Mtiette will help her get Chloe there, draping the girl's other arm over her shoulders.
 
"Um the boy can come with me now" a knight with the same armor as the knight riding on the horse with Never wore.

"What is this about?" Never asked as the horse stopped and he began to dismount.

The knight stared at him in the eyes through his helmet."The prince requests a meeting with you sir."

"A prince huh?" Never spoke interested.

He had begun to wonder about this as he followed in suit to meet this prince. He would have to adapt to this world quickly and follow orders very carefully. If he were to defeat any dark beasts or fulfill his task in this world then his goal would be completed. "Your highness?" Never said as he came across who appeared to have an air of royalty.

Never bowed out of respect, his mouse Cheep doing the same.
 
OOC: I know what you're talking bout, though I never saw Claymore.

Mary:

Why dont we just take her upstairs to my room. I do not use the bed so she can sleep there. I wont sell her off.

"Fair enough. Let us be on our way." Mary went ahead, helping to carry Chloe along towards the inn. The inn was very large, and a few Emmerian soldiers and knights resided here for the evening. It was where she was going to stay as well.

Entering the inn, Mary said to Mtiette, "Where is your room exactly?"

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Erusean Faction:

"Your highness?"

"You may rise." Philippe spoke at the boy. "Judging from your attire, you most likely have traveled wide and far. Might I say welcome to Erusea, if it were not for the fact that we are in dire straights."

The prince stood up, and looked at him, he was not much younger than Philippe, but it seemed that he was a bit seasoned.

"Might I ask to know what your name is?"
 
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