Another moment and all five were dashing toward the line of enemy campfires. Their forms were devoured by the darkness, the quiet crunching snow under their horses’ hooves sounding eerily to the colonel as some bestial creature who didn’t want its chewing to reveal it’s hiding spot. “are you alright, sir?” major Legoboi asked.
“yes, Legoboi, I’m fine.” The officer moved on in his rounds, but the Colonel continued to stare into the darkness. “Fine?” he thought, “yes. If he dies –no. Who would I have left? God be with them.”
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A few rays of light broke through the dense cloud cover, momentarily gleaming on the messengers’ rifles. “slow down,” TwoEdge tightened his horse’s reigns. “We’ll try and steal through as quickly as possible.” He lead toward a large gap between two fires. They advanced with heads bent low, partly due to the chilling wind, and partly to better keep their yellow faces from standing out in the darkness. Snow crunched in the absolutely tarry darkness to their left and a horse snorted. TwoEdge fingered his trigger. Six or seven shadowy forms padded by, their riders quietly conversing amongst themselves. It must’ve been a patrol heading towards the Nexus Force camp. TwoEdge raised his hand and lead forward, they were now on the level of the camp fires. Great bearded stromlings sat round the fires, their forms silhouetted against the flames. A voice shouted a challenge into the crisp night air. Cam Arrow gave a convincingly stromling-esque reply, trotting his horse in front on TwoEdge. “Waos da password?” The Empathizer sentry shouted back. “Down with the maelstrom!” Cam charged at the sentry. Before the startled Stromling could respond he was stretched in the snow by a blow from one of Cam’s sizable fists.
I get the feeling that was not the password.
What meanst thou, this jest?
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Short backstory: Long years of service in the Nexus Force.
Personality/traits: A constant contrast between a dead-serious demeanor, and a rather bizarre piece of headgear. Seems totally unCONscious of the CONspiciousness of his hat.
Kept it short and to the point, didn't figure you had room to include much more plus I didn't want to make any glaring mistakes.
I like it, except that this story is set at the begininging of the maelstrom war. And I like longer bios, it really aids in my developing the characters. I like characterization. I myself write longer bios for my characters just so I know what drives them, how they'd react in a situation versus how I might, and envisioning their physicalities in said situations.
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Short backstory: Long years of service in the Nexus Force.
Personality/traits: A constant contrast between a dead-serious demeanor, and a rather bizarre piece of headgear. Seems totally unCONscious of the CONspiciousness of his hat.
Kept it short and to the point, didn't figure you had room to include much more plus I didn't want to make any glaring mistakes.
I like it, except that this story is set at the begininging of the maelstrom war. And I like longer bios, it really aids in my developing the characters. I like characterization. I myself write longer bios for my characters just so I know what drives them, how they'd react in a situation versus how I might, and envisioning their physicalities in said situations.
So...which part of that CONflicts with my guy? The long years of experience? I just don't know enough about LU to know what to put in it.
I like it, except that this story is set at the begininging of the maelstrom war. And I like longer bios, it really aids in my developing the characters. I like characterization. I myself write longer bios for my characters just so I know what drives them, how they'd react in a situation versus how I might, and envisioning their physicalities in said situations.
So...which part of that CONflicts with my guy? The long years of experience? I just don't know enough about LU to know what to put in it.
On the nose. The war has only been going on for two to three yeasr at this point.
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Five bone-weary minifigures, covered in a powdery coat of snow, reeled inth the Nexus Force base. TwoEdge sent the four soldiers to secure fresh horses and made his way to general Palomar’s headquarters. As he approached, he noted the line of sleek horses which stood in front of the door, lazily letting a grizzled soldier wipe moisture off their backs.
“Whose horses are these, soldier?” TwoEdge stifled a groan as he dismounted. The soldier saluted smartly, “General’s havin’ a meetin’, sah.” He eyed the lieutenant’s bedraggled mount, “doubt you can go in.” “They’d better not keep me out.” TwoEdge took a step toward the door. The soldier stepped between TwoEdge and the door. “sorry sah, General’s given orders for no interruptions.” “This is an emergency, soldier. Have you any idea who I am?” TwoEdge probed. “Why no sah, can’t say that I do sah.” “I am Lieutenant Colonel Jian of the 7th. Do you know who my commanding officer is?” “of course! Who don’t know who the jollyflippin’ colonel of the 7th is?” The soldier grinned. “Quite, and I have direct orders to go through that door no matter what orders there may be to the contrary.” The sentry wavered. “I’d be glad to let you in, sah, but I’d get into trouble something awful, eh wot, er-sah.” “Listen, I’ll vouch for you if you let me in.” “But if I don’t, then you won’t have to…” “I’ll explain, just let me in.” The veteran’s face twisted with indecision, but he stood his ground, “Look man,” TwoEdge began irately, “this is a matter of life and death. Let me through that door!” The soldier took a deep breath and stepped out of the way. “Please, sah, make double sure I don’t get in trouble, eh wot.”
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
TwoEdge agreed a third time and passed finally through the door. A low murmur came from the last room in the empty hallway. Slight wreathes of smoke slipped under the door, carrying with them the distinct scent of Madeira. Hurriedly edge smoothed his uniform and brushed snow from his epaulettes. He hesitated in reaching for the door knob, recalling the last time he’d interrupted a war-room meeting. Swallowing hard, he persisted. The door swung open at his touch and there he stood, among the highest-ranking Nexus Force officers in the Crux system. All conversation ceased. Half a dozen men sat around a long mahogany table, General Palomar at its head. A glass decanter half filled with Madeira rested on a silver platter beside an ornate box of fragrant cigars. A large map of Crux Nadir was projected on the wall, several red dots throughout. All eyes were on the young man.
“I thought I gave firm orders that this meeting not be interrupted!” general Palomar plucked a smoking cigar from his mouth.
TwoEdge removed his tricorn, clasping it under his right arm. “My apologies, sir, but I felt it necessary given the circumstances.” “You felt it necessary?” Palomar sneered. “it is true that I am only the general-in-chief temporarily, but since when does a runaway prince turned colonel’s pet have the authority to disobey my orders?” TwoEdge’s face burned. The other officers stared at him wide eyed, evidently waiting for a response. “With all due respect, sir,” TwoEdge started slowly, “My background has nothing to do with my appearance here. I am not a pet to any man.” “Why aren’t you with your regiment?” Palomar rose to his feet.
“The Colonel of the 7th sent me to inform you that he reached Zerstörtburg but there was no nexus Force regiment there, and no information about one could be obtained from the natives. We were then surrounded by a force of several thousand Stromlings, who were undoubtedly informed by scouts of our arrival. The colonel asks that a relief force be sent at once.” A devious grin flashed across Palomar’s face. “if you really were surrounded as you say, then how did you get out?”
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
TwoEdge agreed a third time and passed finally through the door. A low murmur came from the last room in the empty hallway. Slight wreathes of smoke slipped under the door, carrying with them the distinct scent of Madeira. Hurriedly edge smoothed his uniform and brushed snow from his epaulettes. He hesitated in reaching for the door knob, recalling the last time he’d interrupted a war-room meeting. Swallowing hard, he persisted. The door swung open at his touch and there he stood, among the highest-ranking Nexus Force officers in the Crux system. All conversation ceased. Half a dozen men sat around a long mahogany table, General Palomar at its head. A glass decanter half filled with Madeira rested on a silver platter beside an ornate box of fragrant cigars. A large map of Crux Nadir was projected on the wall, several red dots throughout. All eyes were on the young man.
“I thought I gave firm orders that this meeting not be interrupted!” general Palomar plucked a smoking cigar from his mouth.
TwoEdge removed his tricorn, clasping it under his right arm. “My apologies, sir, but I felt it necessary given the circumstances.” “You felt it necessary?” Palomar sneered. “it is true that I am only the general-in-chief temporarily, but since when does a runaway prince turned colonel’s pet have the authority to disobey my orders?” TwoEdge’s face burned. The other officers stared at him wide eyed, evidently waiting for a response. “With all due respect, sir,” TwoEdge started slowly, “My background has nothing to do with my appearance here. I am not a pet to any man.” “Why aren’t you with your regiment?” Palomar rose to his feet.
“The Colonel of the 7th sent me to inform you that he reached Zerstörtburg but there was no nexus Force regiment there, and no information about one could be obtained from the natives. We were then surrounded by a force of several thousand Stromlings, who were undoubtedly informed by scouts of our arrival. The colonel asks that a relief force be sent at once.” A devious grin flashed across Palomar’s face. “if you really were surrounded as you say, then how did you get out?”
TwoEdge agreed a third time and passed finally through the door. A low murmur came from the last room in the empty hallway. Slight wreathes of smoke slipped under the door, carrying with them the distinct scent of Madeira. Hurriedly edge smoothed his uniform and brushed snow from his epaulettes. He hesitated in reaching for the door knob, recalling the last time he’d interrupted a war-room meeting. Swallowing hard, he persisted. The door swung open at his touch and there he stood, among the highest-ranking Nexus Force officers in the Crux system. All conversation ceased. Half a dozen men sat around a long mahogany table, General Palomar at its head. A glass decanter half filled with Madeira rested on a silver platter beside an ornate box of fragrant cigars. A large map of Crux Nadir was projected on the wall, several red dots throughout. All eyes were on the young man.
“I thought I gave firm orders that this meeting not be interrupted!” general Palomar plucked a smoking cigar from his mouth.
TwoEdge removed his tricorn, clasping it under his right arm. “My apologies, sir, but I felt it necessary given the circumstances.” “You felt it necessary?” Palomar sneered. “it is true that I am only the general-in-chief temporarily, but since when does a runaway prince turned colonel’s pet have the authority to disobey my orders?” TwoEdge’s face burned. The other officers stared at him wide eyed, evidently waiting for a response. “With all due respect, sir,” TwoEdge started slowly, “My background has nothing to do with my appearance here. I am not a pet to any man.” “Why aren’t you with your regiment?” Palomar rose to his feet.
“The Colonel of the 7th sent me to inform you that he reached Zerstörtburg but there was no nexus Force regiment there, and no information about one could be obtained from the natives. We were then surrounded by a force of several thousand Stromlings, who were undoubtedly informed by scouts of our arrival. The colonel asks that a relief force be sent at once.” A devious grin flashed across Palomar’s face. “if you really were surrounded as you say, then how did you get out?”
I really hate this guy. Love the moar!
I'm glad that you do. Surprisingly enough, he's been the hardest character for me to write.
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
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