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A fortress is built with blood and toil. Only by blood and toil may it be taken. Tarkas was a hard-fought man. He knew the stakes of what was to come if they failed to hold. The Guardsmen accompanying the mighty Dreadlords were routed for the most part. The Anirian Guard sent a panicked runner...

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"Change is slow, but change is inevitable. My Guardsmen will shape up, just like the Dreadlords have." He said have, simply because he implied that there was no other option. It wasn't exactly a secret that Tarkas- a lowly Guardsmen prior to the Civil War, held the line against the Dreadlords...

Tarkas was a valiant sort, as he furthered down the line. And he discovered something quite cross- the Quartermaster had not given out a single plank to the men on the line! That, and none of them knew the quartermaster had planks to give. Tarkas made a mental note for their next great siege...

Sieges. They were a cruel, vile, and awful way to wage a war. But war waged was war. And war was simple- as simple as one could get, at least. War was complicated in some areas, and simple in others. Complex in logistics, simple in execution. Kill your enemy. Success was measured in blood...

Tarkas was not a man who did well on diplomatic approaches. Namely, appearance alone deterred any thought of pleasant conversation. After all, Tarkas' face was a cruel reminder of the brutality he was capable of, and suffered under. And yet, ever the man of orders, command, and duty- he did...

Somewhere in Vel Anir.... Tarkas turned his head away from the book of romantic Orcish poetry, translated roughly into Elvish. But deep down, he knew something was amiss. Not dangerous. Just something he wouldn't approve of. Probably something to do with Everleigh Ebersol. She made an...

(Clear, starting defibrillation.) (Clear!) (*zap!*) One of the many Guardsmen looked over at Tarkas, eyeing him hatefully as much as they did the Dreadlords. Tarkas returned the glare, then sighing. "We can't have another war, soldier. They might all die if we go against them, but so would...

"You forget miss- our walls, manned by my men and Dreadlords alike... present a symbol of strength. Our city can be seen from Mountains away." He breathed deeply, hands folded behind his back, his back facing the mage. "Conquering Vel Anir would put Gerra's empire above all others in history-...

"All pieces on a chess board have their place. War is the place to lose troops, not an exercise." He folded his hands behind his back still, tightening his grip on the opposite in what seemed to be mild annoyance. "We will need the Dreadlords at strength, to recover what the city lost in the...

Tarkas didn't say anything. The gathered soldiers looked to him, then to the Dreadlords. If in the moment, the Guardsmen decided to go against the Dreadlord and the Captain, they'd all die. Simply put, not even the power of a dreadlord could survive six pounds of steel running through your...

"They do not teach ballroom dancing nor proper dinner manners. You learn as you go, and it pays to be versed in polite society in service of the King." It was an interesting choice of words for a Guardsmen- not a house, but to the King himself. Then again- Tarkas' reputation was built on the...

(Damn you, concussion.) "Good work, miss." The soldiers around them tensed up, staring between the Dreadlords. The Dreadlords were outnumbered by the city's best- and most vengeful at the moment. Tarkas was absorbed by the murderer for a minute, before turning his head, seeing the soldiers...

He prepared the tea gently, much more gentle than a man of his imposing size would normally seem to. He had a monk like peace about him at times. He carefully poured the water in- letting it sit and settle for a moment, then he put the tea leaves in. Pouring water over the tea risked burning...

The Proctor and the Initiate took their leave, Tarkas and his Guardsmen watching them ride away. Scowling, he stood silent as the grave, knowing it was but a matter of time... ______________________ It came again- an offset of the Northern Barracks, targeting one of the support units...