Raven’s Wing Headquarters (Office of acting commander Migeria)

[Vincent Stefan]

Sixth Cycle of Junctior, Autumn, Era XIV

When first entering the office of acting Commander Mideria Silverblade a person would note that the room was of a decent size, filled with books. Across form the door would stand a large window and in front of the window sits a large oak desk. The Window would have a view of the training field and the grate flag pole. The desk would be made of oak, intricately designed and polished to a mirror shine. The chair behind the desk supported a high back, Would be made of black leather and appeared somewhat intimidating. In front of the desk there stood two chairs made of similar black leather yet conferrable. The wooden floor of the room was covered with a large elvish rug. The rug contained a depiction of the Raven's Wing Emblem. A silver raven on a dark blue background. The rest of the spaces not occupied by the chairs or desk, where covered in book shelfs. The books inside them ranged from sword fighting styles to magic trinkets.

A person entering the office would need to first knock twice on the door, should Migeria be in there would be a answering "Enter" Should Migeria be away from his desk, then the door would be locked.

[Soldier]

OOC: This thread is now opened, and the Ravens have been explained to me. This will explain to you IC what happened in Archadoon and why a clan of Barbarians are running things instead of the Lions and the Imperial troops.

IC: The first visitor of the day proved to be no one less than a pair of rather large men, dressed in the blue and silver kilts and white linen jerkins of the local Barbarian clan. They were here to see Migeria, but they knew nothing of keeping and making appointments. As such, they were also showing up at 0300 in the morning. Clan Fianna prided itself on raising and training some of the most honorable of Warriors, and news had reached the ears of their Chieftain that a new unit had come to town. As such, Colin Fianna sent his two most diplamatic men to speak with their commanding officer. Hence, Ryan Finn and Kevin Sullivan found themselves in front of the headquarters of the Ravens, holding several wooden boxes of various sizes.

Upon arriving, the two huge Warriors planted themselves firmly in front of the guards and looked the men over. Finally, Ryan spoke, his red hair braids swinging as he looked from one soldier to the other. “We’re wishin’ ta speak wit’ yer commandin’ officer, sure an’ we are. We mean ye no harm, laddie, but we need ta speak with him as soon as can be arranged.”

[Vincent Stefan]

For the youth who guarded the gate to the Raven's Wing headquarters. The day was going, kind of slow. Except for a person here or there going about on some errand or another. The Guard duty had been a successful waste of time. That is until two armed men arrived at the gate.

"We’re wishin’ ta speak wit’ yer commandin’ officer, sure an’ we are. We mean ye no harm, laddie, but we need ta speak with him as soon as can be arranged." The youth took but a second to regain his composure, before answer the men. "Ah...yes..that could be...Randolf!" the young Mercenary called, indicating anther youth nearer to the door. "Escort the men...er...here to see Migeria." The other youth made but the slightest indications of fear before ushering the men threw the gates of the fortress with a gesture of his hands.

After a short walk threw the main complexes doors and up a flight of stairs the group would arrive at a door, that looked much like all the rest. Just this one was Three doors in from the wall. Knocking once as was the custom. The Youth waited for a reply...begging, prying he would hear..."Enter"...The response almost floored the poor youth who had not expected Migeria to be up so early. With a nod to the men the Young guard opened the door and let them pass.

As the men entered they would note the two chairs in front of the desk, and a man, a elf by his look sitting behind a dark oak desk. The man's face would be covered by a scarf of black, and his eyes shined with a cold blue light.

"Velcome to the Raven's Ving headquarters....Vhat can I do for you Gentalman today?" Remarked the White haired commander as he indicated the chairs in front of the desk. Though the man showed every indication that he was receiving the visitors openly. Even the Barbarians would note the closeness of a Katana blade, to the man's hands..leaning at it's place of rest up against the left side of the oak desk.

[Soldier]

The Barbarians noticed the weapon and nodded approvingly. Here was a man who knew how to handle things. Ryan sat in the offered chair, while Kevin took a protective position behind him. The Elven Commander noticed the silver howling wolf pendants around each Warrior’s neck as they moved. Ryan, in typical Fianna fashion, got right to the point. “We’re here ta be seein’ about yer intentions in Archadoon, we are,” he said in a musical accent. “As ye know, Archadoon had a major disaster not long ago, an’ most o’ th’ shops were destroyed. We’re rebuildin’, but we make slow progress. We Fiannas make good wilderness soldiers, but we’re not cut out fer city patrollin’.”

The Fianna diplomat took a breath, but before he could continue, Kevin spoke up. “Th’ ruins also are a menace. We lost many fine Warriors when they escorted workers inside to rebuild th’ damage. Th’ witnesses who survived tell us th’ walking dead roam the ruins, and while we cordoned off th’ ruins, we haven’t th’ manpower ta clear th’ dead out. We need ta be clearin’ th’ foul beasts out.” Ryan glared at the man for speaking out of turn, but Kevin continued on as though he didn’t see. “Th’ reason fer our visit, lad, is ta see what yer intentions are in this city durin’ this emergency.”

[Vincent Stefan]

As the man in charge by his look took a seat, Migeria took the time to size of the men up. The Barbarian seated was the leader, he held himself as one and appeared to be the person with the most purpose behind him. The man who remained standing could have been one of two things. A body guard or a Assistant. Since the elf Assassin had no idea which was true or for that matter he did not know that much about these peaple who had taken over Archadoon. Such things did not mater anyway.

"We’re here ta be seein’ about yer intentions in Archadoon, we are," With a nod Migeria had basically guessed that much. It was only a mater of time before someone noticed they where back in the city, why not the current law. "As ye know, Archadoon had a major disaster not long ago, an’ most o’ th’ shops were destroyed. We’re rebuildin’, but we make slow progress. We Fiannas make good wilderness soldiers, but we’re not cut out fer city patrollin’." In truth Migeria had not know, and not for the first time thanked there lucky stars the fortress was not hit. For them the time between when they left and now, had been spent behind bars. A present for there acts of desertion from the imperials. It had only been the acts of Vincent himself that had freed the group and made it possible for them to be here now.

Yet, the time lost was a grate problem...more so now, because they had missed an opportunity to really make a place for themselves here in Archadoon. It was as Migeria was thinking this that the other Man, the one who remained standing began to speak. "Th’ ruins also are a menace. We lost many fine Warriors when they escorted workers inside to rebuild th’ damage. Th’ witnesses who survived tell us th’ walking dead roam the ruins, and while we cordoned off th’ ruins, we haven’t th’ manpower ta clear th’ dead out. We need ta be clearin’ th’ foul beasts out......Th’ reason fer our visit, lad, is ta see what yer intentions are in this city durin’ this emergency."

Now that the elf had not expected. What he had thought this conversation would consist of was a simply reformation of the first contract, and the assurances that the Raven's Wing would not harm the population. Not to come and ask for help. In truth the elf commander had no idea how to react. They where not ready yet for such a task....or where they. This was a mercenary force they where here to get the old forces back up and running, why not make a name for themselves from the get go.

"Vell this is an interesting situation. Do ye know from Vhere these undead came from? That is are they part of the former population or something else entirely?" began the Elf Commander, showing he too could get right to the point. After waiting a reply The Assassin would continue. "Ve of the Raven's Ving have only just arrived back in Achadoon, hovever Ve have no problem Vith lending a hand in the city's hour of need...Though Ve have been burned in the past Vith such situations." The elf began to make a indication with his index finger and Thumb, rubbing the two together. "If Ve help, I can not promise you it Vill be a Free service. Ve are Mercenary's and money is our life blood. Though, I can make one assurance, if you make a contract Vith the Raven's Ving it Vill be seen to it's conclusion." his part said Migeria waited for there reply.

[Soldier]

Now, THIS, Ryan could relate to. “The Fiannas are Mercenaries, as well, so we know this all too well. Th’ city has money, never fear. After all, they have kept an entire clan of Warriors since the Imperial fortress an’ th’ Crimson Keep were destroyed in th’ fires. Of course, th’ Fiannas help by payin’ where th’ city can’t. I’m here on behalf o’ the city as well as the Fiannas to see what ye be plannin’. An’ ta make sure ye know ye’re not to be havin’ yer fun without us!” The Fianna dignitary sat back and moved on to the next bit of business, the keystone to any Mercenary’s heart. A heavy bag clinked as it landed on the desk, and a coin of gold slipped out to lie on the polished desk surface.

“Yer first payment. 100 Crowns ta peak yer interest. Upon successful negotiation of our contracts, ye receive yer first payment up front, then will be expected to show yer stuff. Th’ Undead are in force, this I know. I can vouch I saw with me own eyes good friends o’ mine walkin’ about with mortal wounds inside th’ quarantined area. There’s also some that were ancient. Yer job is ta clear th’ dead out. Now… Name yer price, lad.”

[Vincent Stefan]

OOC: sorry for the wait on this, Looking for a job out of collage is killing me.

As the bag of coins dropped to the table, Migeria could not help but eye it. The way the gold glistened in the morning light. Yet, Vincent had chose well when he had placed the Assassin in charge. Money was only part of what was required for a contract. There was still one more thing.

"Ve appreciate the offer, and Vill consider Vhat you have told us. Though, to create a contract Vith the Raven's Ving, Ve also need information. Ve of the Raven's Ving prefer to know Vhat it is Ve are Valking into. Other Vise Ve could end up taking a suicide mission and that Vould help no one....So Ye have said that you noticed old members of your team Valking the grounds of the fire. This has peaked my interest. Tell me...How long ago did these peaple of yours die...recently or During the fire?"

[Soldier]

The officer apparently knew his stuff. Still, it must say something for the Fiannas that their diplomat was just as blunt and straightforward as the rest of them. “I see no reason th’ time o’ death interests ye,” Ryan said bluntly. “Dead is dead, an’ neither should be walkin’ on their own feet. However, th’ bodies’re in different states. Some’re probably as ancient as th’ city itself, an’ others’re so fresh, ye can see th’ blood still pourin’ from open wounds. A few were in th’ fire, aye… some were th’ guards and workers o’ construction an’ repair crews sent to repair th’ damage. O’ course, we’re not fer askin’ ye to go alone, sure an’ we’re not… Th’ Fianna ‘ave also taken contract ta remove th’ Undead. What other information do ye be requirin’?”

[Vincent Stefan]

Migeria took it all in as was explained.. So the situation was has he had thought. More then likely they where dealing with something a bit more, powerful then a simple fire.

"I Understand your confusion as to the reason for the question, but I assure you there Vas a purpose. Dead do not simple Valk on there own..They need something to bring them back. I had thought perhaps the situation or the fire might have done it. But you tell me there are more recent peaple Valking the streets...That yells of A Necromancer. No situation so past could raise something so new. Yet to be prepared for such a person is never a bad thing ether..hence the question... Ve Vill take the Job... Ve only ask a half sum for this particular contract....Oh say 300 more gold...and some provisions for the fortress till we get back on our feet again. I don't think that is Unreasonable and in return Ve Vill clear out the problem you have there." With that the Elf's eyes fell on the man sitting in the chair, waiting for the call to arms to go up.

[Soldier]

The large Barbarian stuck a huge paw out to grip the Elf’s, his grip bone crushing. It wasn’t like he was trying to force anything on the Commander; it was just the way of the Fianna. “Bargain struck,” Ryan said simply, getting to his feet. A second pouch landed on the table, this one twice as heavy as the first. “Four hundred crowns, an’ th’ contract is yours. Th’ provisions’ll be delivered after ye deliver a list to our Clan Chieftain. Understand, however… Ye’re ta be helpin’ us, not doin’ it on yer own, lad. We were th’ ones with th’ contract ta be getting’ th’ city goin’. No disrespectin’ ye or yer men, but we’re honor bound ta see this crisis over.” The two large Fianna nodded and turned, shutting the door behind them with a powerful slam, loud enough to cause the Elf’s teeth to rattle.

[Vincent Stefan]

To the Elf commanders credit he did not show the incredible discomfort he felt from the hand shake of the barbarian. With another sack of money dropped on the table the men left the room, from outside Migeria could just make out the man who had escorted the two barbarians in start indicating the way out, before the door was slammed shut with a crash..

Eying the two bags that now sat on the desk, Migeria could not help but feel a sense of responsibility. He had just gave the lives of his men over to a unknown purpose..for what....For the items they needed and for money which was there primary purpose. With a sigh the elf placed his hands on his head and fell back into the chair behind the desk.

It was not until a faint knock sounded on the door that the elf looked up again. "Enter" Remarked Migeria in a calm voice, very unlike what he felt. The door soon opened moments later to admit the current scout command Ssavatt. The Saurid slowly made his way over to the now empty guest chairs and flopped down in one. "Ssow I's Takes itss thisss whent wellsss, Yesss." Remarked the scout command, his head bobbing up and down. The Assassin just eyed the Saurid, as there where Two bags of money now sitting on the desk..anyone could have figured that out. "Ve have a Contract if that is Vhat you mean...Bah I can't tell if this situation is good or bad. It's a confusing feeling. But no matter Vhat's done is done, Go..Get Lrass and Dunbar we have things do discus."

Jumping back to his feet Ssavatt gave a quick salute and left the room leaving the elf command once again with his thoughts.

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It had taken some time but the Scout commander soon returned with the men Migeria had asked to be brought. His second in command Lrass, The company druid. The Archer commander Landon, and The Company Medic and Arms captain Dunbar Drakes. As The elf commander eyed each in turn he could see the readiness they all showed. There was no question they all wanted some action. However, this particular situation was not going to be a normal one. The Raven's Wing in a way was about to be placed on show for all archadoon to see. With there Success of failure would depend all contracts from now on. Even if that meant there would be no one left to except such contracts.

"Vell I have gathered you all here becouse Ve have obtained our first contract. That is our first contract after our return. It Vould appear there vhere some incidents since last the Raven's ving Existed on these grounds. A fire apparently swept through most of the area burning down much in it's path. In doing so the fire Viped out most of the old militia. Currently, a group of Mercenary's now holds command over the city and they are the one's Vith Vhom our contract is set." The elf commander stopped there for a moment to let what he had just said sink in and then continued.

"The Particulars of the situation at the moment are not important. Vhat is, is that there is a section of the city that is resisting reconstruction. Apparently there are some undead running around this particular section of the city and the current city keepers, a barbarian clan, are unable to spare the man power to clear out this problem. That is Vhere Ve Come in. Our orders are to Lend a hand to the Current group of Mercenary's to clear out the location." Almost as soon as Migeria stopped speaking Landon, and Ssavatt burst out in protest.

"This is Preposterous, Ye know we Work Alone." Yelled the Archer commander as he paced the room.

"Ssavatt agress with'ss the Archerss thiss is notss what Vincentss would have'ss doness." Remarked the scout commander seconds later.

"Do I look like Vincent." Yelled the elf commander in response. "I care little for your objections right now, if you have not noticed Ve have no food, Vater or any other times...Ve needed this contract, and besides Vith it the Raven's Ving has obtained 400 gold and the promise of Provisions aplenty till ve get on our feet again. Even Vincent could not have turned down such a bargain."

The response silenced any further objections, only Landon appeared to still harbor and feelings of upset. "Lrass, I need you to get a list ready for the quartermaster of the barbarian force, giving a accurate list of our needs. The rest of you I Vant your men ready and in gear Vithin the next two days. Understood."

As one the men yelled back "yes Sir"

"Good, then you are dismissed"

[Dartalion]

Sixth Cycle of Junctior, Autumn, Era XIV

Shortly after the barbarins left two Dracons showed up out side the gates Dartalion walked up to the gaurds "I Was a member before who's in charge I've come to rejoin and my brother has come with me weather or not he joins is up to him." Dartalion looked at the place it was in better shape than he rembered which considering the way most every thing else was around here was impresive. "Either way we have business with the comander."

[Vincent Stefan]

"I Was a member before who's in charge I've come to rejoin and my brother has come with me weather or not he joins is up to him." The guard at the gate, a new person dartalion had never met, eyed the dracon steadily. From the look he was giving it was clear the man was not going to just open the gate, not without more to go on then, I was once a member. Though, luck was with the Dracons that day. A familiar figure happened to be on the upper walls as the conversation began. Within seconds the new scout commander made his way down, and to the front gates coming to a stop next to the gate guard. "Sosss whatsss bess the problemss heress." Remarked Ssavatt his face curling up into a half smile. To dartalion Ssevatt would have looked almost as he always had, that is intill the dracon's eyes found the Scout commanders. It was there in those eyes that Sevatt lost years. Besides the many scars that now filled the commanders face. His eyes showed a pain and understanding of war that was never there when he and Dartalion had first met. A byproduct of the horrors that only a survivor of the battle of Narum could ever know "These dracon's here where requesting to enter the facility sir, That one there says he was once a member." Answered the guard to Ssevatt's question as he pointed to where Dartalion now stood. "Youss of course gavess themss the Permisstionss I would hopesss." Responded the scout commander as he contiued to smile, enjoying the situation.

To the credit of the gate guard, the shock the man felt from the order he was just given only somewhat showed on his face. Turning back to Dartalion the guard bowed low, in a quiet asking for forgiveness. Satisifed all was well Ssavatt turned to leave, then as a after thought, turned back to the dracons "Dartalionss Reportss to the current Raven's Wingsss commanderss office, I would hopess youss stillsss knowss the waysss. He willss wantss to speakss with youss....oh andss welcomesss backss." With that the scout commander contiued to walk back to the stair way that lead to the upper walkways. In truth the Scout commander would have like to have escorted Dartalion himself, but there was too much that needed to be done.

[Dartalion]

Dartalion was glad to see his old friend though much had changed since he was last here. and he did not come back mearly for a job or to be in familar suroundings he had business to atend to and his own personal goals to achive. He went on when he was given the clearnece to go forward. he knocked on the door of were the comanders office was once he was told to do so he entered. he saw Migeria siting were Vincent once sat. he wasn't too surprised at this new devlopment, but it didn't change what he had to do what he came here to do. "So Comander Migeria I asume Vincent left you in charge I belive he made a wise choice." Dartlion said bowing low. "This is my Brother Feniox." he said gestureing toward Feniox "I have come to rejoin though I do have one thing that I must do before everything else."

Dartalion looked Migeria in the eyes with the most serious look he had ever worn. "This whole mess with zombies runing around the city it reminds me of how our Brother Darkcron died I must know if there is a conection and if there is Feniox and I must avenge his death." Dartlion's face became slightly more relaxed as he contiued "If I know the Ravens Wing as well as I think I do then I asume those men who just left wanted your help in geting rid of the source of this plauge. and I also asume you agreed to help. All I ask is that we go along to find the answers we seek and to make certain our brother is not marching along with living dead." Dartalion waited a moment before he began again.

"I would prefer to march along with you in this but we will go our selves alone if we must. I will follow orders within reason as always but this is something we must do to close that chapter of our lives I hope that you understand our postion in this matter" Dartalion finshed with his statment stoped and waited for Migeria to respond.