Jupingatna

Palandir looked out of the castle parapets and saw in each young person a possible recruit. The kings disgusted him with their refusal to take action in the war and he spat against the wall in disgust. After looking down on the city, lighted by the suns early rays, he went down into the main hall and prepared himself to sign up the new recruits that were almost sure to show up before long. In the pause after the preparation he marveled at the castles intricately carved walls and the beautiful tapestries that hung on the them, portraying heroic deeds done long ago. This was the place that Palandir called home and he loved it dearly.

Current member list- (will be updated frequently)
Ranks:
• Mercenary Captain:* Amras (Me) Dunebrake (Co-leader) Celebring (Co-leader) (Can promote and demote members)
• Assassin:
• Commander:
• Officer: Selise (Can join new members, and post new missions)
• Bounty Hunter:
• Major:
• Front Rank: (Can pay for help in a mission, like an archer to back you up; it’s just like another character in your mission, !you control!)
• Mercenary: (Able to join classes)
• Hired Soldier:
• Intelligence Gatherer: Kimdir, Shiori
• Not worth your pay:**

Apollo, shocked at the recent horrors unleashed upon him, wandered into a nearby town. Spotting a sign asking for recruits for a mecenary guild, Apollo decides to join up. He walks into the main corrodor and is almost immediately lost. Luckilly, a sign which reads "Recruiter's Office" points to a unmarked door in the shadows. He walks in, picks up a form, and fills out the following:

Your Name: Apollo
Your Age:17
Your Class:Archer
Class You Wish To Be: Nomadic Warrior
Your Weapon: Oaken Bow with Bronze Arrows
Your Affinity: Wind
Appearance: 5'7", thin frame, grey, empty eyes, and dark blue hair that contrasts with the tanned skin.
Reason You Fight: Parents were killed by savage raid of bandits, raised by warriors who died recently, and have no purpose in life but to do what I know; Fight.

The Recruiter outfitted Apollo with his weapons, a small sum of gold pieces, and the title "Intellegence Gatherer".

Apollo meekly says "Fine, thank you" and backs into a dark corner. After a few minutes of thinking, reflecting, and recovering from the recent events, Apollo walks up a flight of stairs in the castle to his new room and decides to try and get some rest before taking on his new responsibility. He falls asleep...

Palandir watches the new recruit go and marvels at the ease with which he practically glides up the smooth stone steps... noiselessly. He will be perfect for intelligence gathering, he says to Amras in a positive and strong voice. Not waiting for a reply he goes about his business and gets the next set of papers ready for the next recruit, setting them on the intricately carved wooden table with a feather pen and bottle of ink.

As the new day begins, Apollo jolts into an upright position. "Another sleepless night..." he says. He then goes downstairs to look for Amras. After a little searching, he finds Amras outside the castle, looking at the sky. He then asks "So what do I need to do now?"

Apollo nods at the request and sets off. After traveling all day, he reaches the blockade. He then decides to rest in the bushes to save up energy in case somthing goes wrong.

The next day, Apollo snuck up to the wall. As he rounded a corner, he quickly dashed back at the sight of a patroling officer. Slowly, he knotched an arrow into his bow. He pulled back... aimed...and fired. The arrow flies towards the guard. It hits...but bounces off the guard's helmet. "Stupid bronze..." Apollo said, as the guard starts coming toward his position. He then croutched in anticipation of an ambush. As the guard comes closer, though, Apollo loses his balance and falls to the guard's feet. The guard, surprised at the new person before him, asks "What are you doing here? Wait...the hair...You must be one of those nomads from Sacae!!" He then proceeds to bash Apollo with the hilt of his sword until he passes out...

"Ung..." moans Apollo as he rolls over and begins throwing up. A guard outside his cell begins laughing. "So you're finally awake, nomad? Do you feel like explaining yourself to the General yet?" Apollo replies "What are you talking about? I was just looking for an animal to kill so I could eat for the first time in a while." The guard laughs and says "So you thought Manak was an animal? Because we saw you try to kill him. Oh, that was a miserable shot, too." Apollo sighs and says "Ok, sure." The guard then opens the cell and lashes Apollo's arms and hands together to his back. As they walked through the corridors of the building, Apollo hears some discussion of a battle and fighting. He decides to walk a little further though. The guard leads Apollo to a set of stair, where Apollo makes his move. He pretends to trip, hitting his head pretty hard against the stone floor. As the guard bends over to pick him back up, Apollo uses a grappling technique that was taught to him by his warrior upbringers. He kicked the guard's knees out from under him with his feet, then kicked the guard in the stomach as he fell, then kicked the guard's head as hard as he could into the stone floor. He then got up, twisted his arms around a bit to get them out of the rope, but was unsucessful. After a few more tries, he accidentally dislocated his shoulder, which caused the ropes to loosen just enough to get out of them, but at the cost of nearly losing his stealth as he stiffled a scream of pain. After removing the rope, he relocated his shoulder, took the guard's dagger, and went back to the room where he heard the discussion. But nothing was to be heard. So, he tried the door, but it was locked. He then took the knife and thrusted it between the door and the wall and pushed on it, breaking the door open. But the knife broke in the process, so he put it in the corner of the room he entered.

As he looked around, he saw a ton of maps and charts stored in the walls. But one caught his eye: a map, marked with battle lines and future blockades between Sacae and Pharae. He also found lists of soldiers and where they are being trained, but some of it was blurred and a lot of it was in bad handwriting. So he took the list and the map and left the room. As he walked further down the corridor, he heard men shouting. He then realized that he had forgotten to hide the body of his previous guard. He then ran out a door, which lead into a secluded part of the blockade. He decided to hide the things he aquired in the brush around the main building. He then ran towards what looked to be the general's quarters. But before he even got 30 feet from it, and arrow flew from the jail door and hit his calf, droping him to the ground. He limped, trying to get to get behind some cover, but he was hit again with another arrow in his dislocated shoulder. The pain made him pass out.

When he awoke again, he was in a different room. The arrows in his body had been removed...obviously they wanted to question him. As he sat there, a well-decorated man walked into the room. "I" he said, "am General Romak, and I would like to know why you came here. You attempted to kill one guard, and actually killed another...we're going to have to replace the step his head hit." ((I'll continue tomorrow))

Apollo spat off to the side. Blood, of course. Romak continued..."So why did you come here?" Apollo sneered at the question and said "I think that I have already answered that question to the guard. Wait, I forgot. I killed him. I was looking for something to hunt. Happy?" Romak calmly walked over to Apollo and punched him in the face. Then he began tying Apollo's hands together swiftly. By the time Apollo recovered from the blow, his arms were yet again bound along with his hands. Romak asked another question. "So, who sent you?" Apollo returned with "No one, I came on my own free will to hunt!" At this, Romak became angered. "If you do not tell me why you're here, I will be forced to use more...painful measures. Now, I will ask you once more. Why did you come here?" Sore, tired, dazed from the loss of blood, and in pain, Apollo responded "Do your worst." The general then unsheathed his sword, and calmly walked towards Apollo. When he got arm's length away, he pulled his arms back in an executioner's stance. He swung with all his might, but to no avail. Apollo rolled off the table he was on and moved his arms to where the blade sliced the ropes off. Apollo shook the remnants of the rope from his arms and turned to his enemy, who was recoiling from his last strike. Apollo punched his foe in the stomach, the head, and then in the chest. After this onslaught, he then reached the general's dagger at his side and thrust it into the man's throat. Romak fell to the floor, unable to shout or scream. Apollo then took the Bernian sword with a bit of difficulty, not being taught to use one of such weight. He then carried it out of the room he was in, waiting for a guard to appear. But to his surprise, the only one near was asleep. "Still, it's better to be safe" He plunged the sword deep into the man's chest, killing him quickly. But before he died, he managed to shout "Help!" Apollo rushed out of the building and saw a lot of people going to a single tent and coming out with weapons and armor. He dropped the sword and ran behind another tent, which smelled like the kitchen. "Oh well..." he said. He stealthily entered the tent after avoiding the many guards running around outside. After looking through the piles of swords and lances, he finally found his bow and a supply of bronze arrows. As he left, a shimmer caught his eye, and there was a small bundle of iron arrows. "I'll just take these..." he said as he snatched them up and left. He ran outside of arrow range of the blockade before he realized the chart and list. Upon sneaking back to the blockade, however, there was a guard patrolling the outside of the jail. The guard passed the hiding spot more often than Apollo would have liked, so he decided to take his chances again. He reached for another bronze arrow, but as he knotched the arrow, he remembered what happened last time. He returned the arrow and drew out a iron one. "I hope this works" he muttered to himself as he aimed the deadly projectile at the guard's neck. He fires...

Direct hit. The guard falls to the ground in an area not visible to most of the rest of the blockade. He was amazed at his luck. Apollo quickly rushed to the hiding spot, took the chart and the list from where he left them, and quickly ran off. After stopping for a little while to dress his wounds and fix his shoulder up more. He then finished his journey back to the guild hall and reported what he learned. "Well, Amras, I killed the general like you asked, and also got a little extra in the process." He pulls out the chart and the list. "This chart is a map of the blockades that are to be built along with battle routes to be taken. And the list is a roster of how many soldiers are being trained and at what cities they are being trained at. Now, if you will excuse me, I think I will go sleep for a little while." He left the two items on the desk next to Amras and went up to his bedroom.

Palandir was already looking at the plans... this would be a job for Amras, not him, and this disappointed him. Still it could not be helped and Amras would have to get going quickly if they were going to act on the plans. going out to Amras he told him what he would need to do-

~Mission~

Objectives-
1) Penetrate enemy lines
2) Kill the Captain in the camp
3) Destroy the armory at all costs

Rewards-
1) 30 gold pieces
2) rope
3) ??? ((will depend on grade))

Matthias continues his search for money. He finds the Mercenary group and also finds his problem solved. He rushes to the recruter and fills out the form.
Your Name: Matthias
Your Age: 20
Your Class:Horseless Cavilier
Class You Wish To Be: Paladin
Your Weapon: Bronze Lance
Your Affinity: Wind
Appearance: 5' 9'' Built, brown hair, one blue one green eye.
Reason You Fight: Hungry for money.

"I'm ready to earn my fortune..."

After sleeping off the rest of the afternoon, Apollo got up and went downstairs. As he stepped onto the first floor of the guild, an unfamiliar person was standing in the corner. "Hmm...must be a wannabe Cavalier" thought Apollo at the sight of the flimsy lance next to the person. He continued on his way.

The sun was setting as Apollo reached the training grounds. He drew his bow and one of the original arrows he used. He fired at the target and the arrow hits the outside ring. "Now to try those new arrows..." mumbled Apollo as he knocked one of the new arrows. He let it fly, and it hit dead center. "Wow."

He continued working throught the night...