Recent content by Casmir Król

Location: Outside Mothal Objective: Raise a small fighting force and get out "Where the hell is Konstantyn? Every time we end up in a bar the fool disappears again." Kasmir angrily plopped down and took a swig of his drink. He looked across the table and made eye contact with Philip. "You know...

Casmir looked around at the others who were bleeding and dying. He tried to be non-lethal, but what could he do? If a man died from a pommel to the forehead, then that was his misfortune. Casmir looked at Aless as she rose from dealing with one of the survivors, personally, he hadn't noticed it...

Casmir turned to greet Aless. "Hi, frie-" He was cut off by a large dark man, muscular build and, if Casmir's intuition was on point, itching for a fight. Casmir slid the smith some coin and laid his hand on his sword. There was the awful noise of what sounded like explosions as a brawl broke...

The Smith's workshop was scolding and the air day stuck to Casmir's brow. He wiped his sweat, trying focus on the conversation at hand was difficult over the overbearing smell of oil and iron in the air. "The price isn't bad, but I know you can do better." Casmir paused and scanned the Smith's...

Casmir scoffed. Typical of these parts, no one ever wanted to join up and fight professionally. He'd wait on that issue though. There was no way that he couldn't find a couple young lads looking to go off and make something of themselves. He looked Aless into the eyes, "I can mold fighting men...

Casmir looked around as she said "your company seems well off." he had to hold back a faint smirk. There was no way of her knowing that 8 guys, 5 of which wore what could barely be considered armor, had just retreated for almost a year under constant harassment from bandits and warlords...

"Thank you. I too have traveled. Everywhere I could, and fighting beast after beast, from black-bears of the mountains to the brown-wolves of the north. I appreciate a talk with experienced adventures such as myself." He held out his hand to introduce his men, "These are Philip, Aleksy, Julek...

The men all looked amongst themselves and to Casmir as this little goblin paraded around, bragging and gloating about his title and experiences. The men were getting pissed, but Casmir the calm would never let such a trivial thing bother him. "So, will I do?" The goblin had just finished his...

The tiny bag that Casmir slung under his belt lightly swung and chinged as he moved. They had to sell off two of the horses, but they made off with around 60 pounds, 18 crowns, and 24 shillings. They were pretty set after that, they could definitely stay fed and sheltered for a few months if...

Shattered Retreat The Army was in an absolutely miserable state. It was barely even an army anymore to be fair. The trip to the Blightlands took over a year in total. The army was ready to get there, but shortly after arriving, the army was attacked and slaughtered by the biggest mercenary...

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Casmir lightly nodded. "Yeah, we should. No use turning back now." Casmir turned looking back to the uncomfortable looks of hussars and their new recruits. "Do you mind if we ride up ahead and go scout?" Ateus nodded, "Go ahead." Casmir snapped down the leads to his horse and the cracking...

"It's been a long hual, Jednak jest świetny. Just fine I say. And never judge a book by it's cover," Casmir looked back to his armored men in their winged armor, "They will prove themselves cunning warriors, maybe even becoming heroes dispite their flaws. They are good men." Casmir's horse...

"Go in and attend to your busi-ness. I've will rem-ain here for now." Casmir nodded and turned around, he heard a loud ruckus from inside. He opened the door and closed it behind him, Inside there was a roar of laughter and screaming. Quickly he looked forwards to see a shirtless drunk man...

Casmir walked down the boardwalk towards his horse and untied it's reigns from a pole down the road. Quickly he stepped up into one stirrup and swung his other leg across the saddle and into the other. He patted the horse on the side of her neck lightly, "Dobra dziewczynka." pulled the reigns...