Recent content by Praetor Ruslan Gildal

None should endure as I have—a good and noble sentiment. Misfortune could certainly crush its victims, afflicting them with despair or, worse, loathing. But the souls looked upon with favor by the Gods of Order pressed on, defiant of the evils done to them, and turned what ills they suffered to...

"Nothing more than what you are willing and able to offer," said Ruslan. "I mean not to conscript you, but merely to advise you, that so long as we remain in Bruttaeum our perils are shared. Our aim is the rescue of our countrywoman, and we shall try at this until it is done or until necessity...

"The Gods of Order have that power, to take what appears to be an evil to mortal men and bend it to their divine purpose, if such is their will," said Ruslan by way of agreement. The closing parable of The Testimonies, the holy book of Jura, Ruslan held as his favorite, for it implored the...

Ruslan glanced back at Kaan, and he read in his fellow-soldier's gaze the same thing he himself thought. Playing? A baffling notion, at least in the first reckoning with it. But Ruslan supposed it was well within the ambit of the Fae to make sport of their torments, for they viewed all who were...

Well. The War College taught Quaestors, those young and aspiring Praetors-to-be, many a subject, the core concepts of philosophy being one of them. And here this woman, afflicted by her misfortune at the hands of Fae and Bruttites, presented quite the conundrum. How exactly could Ruslan...

A foul magic, whose heart beat with malice and whose intent brimmed with deception. The ruse through some means fell away—no, that wasn't right, was it? Not through some means, for the timing of the woman's reaction, her words, and the collapse of the disguising curtain were all too tightly...

Ruslan jumped down from the second wagon after the woman. Perhaps it was a point of pride to stand unaided so long as she was able, and in this sentiment Ruslan could find no fault. Yet hopefully, whatever the depths of her disorientation, it would not prove the better and cause her to take a...

The woman's wits needed time to regroup—as one might expect. Denied the sunlight, denied good air even, the Bruttites' callous treatment had left her disoriented, and Regel knew what else. But, cognizant enough was she to recognize what was going on with the wagon, and alarm swept across her...

Ruslan glanced back at one of the men with him, Kaan (a dependable and veteran Career Soldier, who volunteered for every levy in his lifetime, and who needed no convincing to join with him). Kaan, judging by the bemused expression, heard the same question Ruslan himself had heard: what are you...

https://chroniclesrp.net/threads/serendipitous-liberation.6479/ In "Serendipitous Liberation", Ruslan and a small force of Gildans ambush a Bruttite slave convoy in the hopes of rescuing a captured Gildan. However, what they find in the convoy is a surprise. Perhaps your character has been...

BRUTTAEUM, CAMPANIA NORTHEAST OF GILD With fury and speed did the Gildans descend in ambush upon the convoy. They emerged from their places of hiding among the forested hills, common in the land of Bruttaeum, and Ruslan Gildal, the leader of the Gildan ambush, gave the war cry of "REGELISHAH!"...

Irene studied Farrell for a moment (in what moment she was able, anyway, before Ruslan's arrival). And her thought was this: if the Quaestor sought opportunity for himself in the fires of battle, he was more than welcome to it. But she wanted to see his weapon coated in Vestian blood—that, to...

Ruslan after the Council was brought to its conclusion stayed and traded a few words with friends and supporting Praetors down by the speaker's floor. Now as the chamber was all but empty he ascended the stairs toward the chamber doors, and he'd a brief moment of thought to himself. In truth he...

And now Gild has its own proper Wiki entry in the "Locations" section! Updates will be posted there regularly. Perhaps even a "current events" tracker, if the volume of activity demands it.