Mind if i give it a shot? My exams are looming but i'll be free after they're over.

I've been giving it some thought, and I have reached a conclusion.

 

Sherper, I like Edward.  Write up a bio, and he'll stand as one of the Band's NSWs.  I may be off, but I picture a man who has pretty much reached the apex of his military career, knows that he has reached the apex of his military career, and absolutely hates the fact that he's reached the apex of his military career.  If I'm wrong, just correct me in the bio.  Prize is one WS regardless.

Splendid to hear you're both liking him. And yes Quibs, you're correct in assuming that to be  part of his characterization.

 

Yes! Yes! I have my 'new' medic char Emrin just waiting in the wings - so I'm keen! Would you like to start it in a new thread, or continue in the same one?

 

Fresh start, fresh pages. Start a new thread Eb and I'll follow with Jeral. Set it a few after the arrival. I'll go have a crack at writing up Edward's bio.

Apologies for the sluggishness of the replies, school has really taken a toll on my time allocations, but hopefully that will all be over now. 

Hope you're happy with how I went about with Edward. Not sure if there was anything more you wanted to do before being thrown in jail to rot.

Anyway, would you like to do Jeral's recovery as well? Again, not sure what you wanted to do with that.

The side of Edward’s mouth twisted into a half sneer as he fixated his gaze upon the most curious figure. “My apologises – Captain,” he replied with equal volatility and contempt; demonstrating to all around, how far he believed her words.  “But unfortunately pretender Captains are no longer accepted within the Band.” Her eyes shone, and the flames within them intensified as Edward made his statement. Whatever else could be said, the girl did have guts. She stood with her back straight, and despite the bonds typing down her arms, she held an air of authority that almost made Edward believe her to be the officer she claimed to be.
   Almost.
Eb; what a curious name. Edward thought he had heard of an Eb once – but, as with most things these days, his memory was sketchy on this subject. He looked long and deep into those controlled, calculating eyes. The anger from a moment ago had all but disappeared by the time he refocused his attention around the woman’s iris – replaced, once again, by the smooth and authoritative figure completely in control of her current predicament.  This is taking too long, he thought, as a quick glance at the gathered crowd showed just how agitated they all were. He needed to put an end to this, and quickly. “Doral, Molask; get this troublemaker out of my sight.” He called for two guards he had seen earlier. “Chuck her in the detainment pit, and throw away the keys if you wish.” He wouldn’t actually throw away the keys, of course – he’d carefully tuck them away until Calder could get back and Flaming tell him what to do with this whole mess.
   “Way above my bloody paygrade,” he sighed as he watched the pair of guards escort the figure towards the holding pen. Since he was currently the highest officer on watch, it would be his responsibility to look after the prisoner; which meant extra shifts, and extra paperwork. His mind moaned inwardly as it calculated the rough amount he would have to complete for an event like this. Edward hated doing paperwork.
   Better go sort out the guard rosters. They had no one currently being detained, so he would need to schedule a squad to be on rotation to keep an eye on the building. Calder should be back sometime next week, or so he hoped. He decided he was going to need a cup of Kaff before he started doing this; the caffeine would at least ease his desire to strangle something small, cute, and probably of the woodland variety.

~Edward Fawn
Sergeant in the Band of the Red Hand. Infantry.

Hello! You one of the old breed? I'm kind of new around these parts so I wouldn't know.

Welcome back!

I'll be free starting from the end of June. That should be around the time i get off.

I'm also here (-ish) if this is happening after my exam period :P

Sure go ahead. Knock Ackley out, steal a horse, cut the picket line, and run. Once you're done, i'll wrap up this section of the RP.

Sherper - Ackley Carnel - Hundredman

Welcome back

 

Kathleen- katandra - something or other. Second after recruit.

 

I wanna hunt me some dark friends

Only a darkfriend would show so much enthusiasm for hunting darkfriends. You're paying a visit to the tickler!

Lol, you don't need to. Ellisha sure as hell didn't. Just shout out if you need her help, and I'll play her in retro.

Welcome to the WT!

Yeah, sounds good.

Heh. nice work. So what is the situation with the band's commanding officer?

A short post. Kind of dry on ideas atm. Feel free to dictate Ackley's questions however you wish, and answer them as how you wou;ld see appropriate.

The Child on duty saluted as Ackley entered the tent chosen to house the prisoner. The Hundredman acknowledged the soldier’s gesture but hastily turned his attention towards the main subject of his visit.
   “If you’ll excuse us a moment, Mathews,” said he to the sentry, “I’d like a word with this gentleman alone for a few minutes.”
The trooper saluted once more, and Ackley watched as the clink of the Child’s armour faded off into the distance. He won’t be far, Ackley thought as the tent flaps settled themselves from their recent movement. The three sentries will be keeping a close eye on the entrance to the tent no matter what Ackley tells them.
   “Mr… Callas,” he turned and regarded the figure that had his limbs secured to the tent’s central pole. “I believe we need to discuss something.”

- Ackley Carnel
Hundredman in the Army of the Light

*Evil grin*

I feel i enjoyed myself just a bit too much with writing this. Part of the reason why you shouldn't mess with my other characters.

 

The situation was serious; which was the reason why the comedy of the moment was lost on Edward as the corporal blustered out his brief (and very emotionally charged) report of the day’s events. The infantry veteran followed the accusatory finger that the scout directed, at the one still mounted member of the party. His mood darkened even further when knives and “Piss drinkers” were mentioned in consecutive order.

“Blood and bloody ashes,” Edward repeated after the evidently distraught scout, who had at this point, screamed himself red faced and was panting with both hands leaning against his knees.
“Someone get this piss drinker down from that flaming horse,” ordered Edward as he walked around to the other side of the bay stallion. One of the sentries, who had followed Edward inside the gate, hurriedly obeyed, unlashing the rope bindings that held the criminal scum to the horse, whilst leaving the restraints as they were. The sentry, much to Edwards’s inward sense of approval, executed his order with next to no concern for the wellbeing of the subject.

“Now,” Edward growled as the figure was thrown onto the floor; a woman, he noticed, whose skinny stature and almost fragile body was not at all what he had at first been expecting from a murderous villain. His interpretations, however, were reversed when the woman raised her head and stared up. Eyes, as cold as October frost, fixated themselves upon him. And, for a brief moment, Edward found he had a sudden impulse to take a step backwards. He reigned in such impulses however; relaxing his nerves as veterans often did, and instead furrowed his brows down at the figure.
   “Now,” Edward repeated, “you have a name, lass?” The figure stirred, coughing slightly, and appeared on the point of producing an answer when Edward’s left boot connected with her exposed ribs. She gasped, body tumbling end over end as she was knocked sideways. “Didn’t quite hear you, sorry,” said Edward, his voice dripping with both anger and barely suppressed sarcasm as he stomped across to the fallen figure. “Did anyone catch a name?” A few of the onlookers looked horrified by what was transpiring before them, but the majority simply showed passive indifference.

“The Band can be hard of hearing sometimes,” Edward explained, looking down and planting one foot on top of the still nameless culprit, “especially to those that injure our friends.”

- Edward Fawn
Sergeant in the Band of the Red Hand. Infantry.

You'll be excited to hear Krono is thinking of making a few major reforms to the group.

Bah. sorry lads, been too busy to think up of anything good to write. Will try and come up with something in the next few days. Same goes for all the active pending RPs I'm in.

HURRAY!

Hurray! Welcome to the Children of the Light. Hope ye' ain't no stinkin' darkfriend.

Sherper - Ackley Carnel - Hundredman

I don't know what kind of RP you have in mind, but the story arc I have for Ackley does involve darkfriends to some extent. Which reminds me, I'll probably need to talk to you about that stuff at some point.