Alexei

-Laughs in Kadian-

More to be updated as I finish certain quests.

𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪 ► DESIGNATION Black Company is a foreign mercenary group first founded under the Kadian Imperial Legion, and sent to fight for it's right to autonomy in the cold harsh land of the Genesar Imperial South. The members are trained in many facets of combat, both urban and field; as well as skilled in guerrilla warfare to make use of the usually smaller numbers. While having been based out of Kadia, the only original member is Aurelius who does not shy away from recruiting beings of other races. ► HIERARCHY Founder: the Black Lion Current Leader: Aurelius the Kadian | the Black Lion Members: ► Allies Contract Holder: House Mythal ► LOCATIONS ► ESTABLISHMENT ► THREADS

Dueling 101: Never ever make fun of a man's pigtails.

It was going to rain, thought the emperor. He could feel it in his joins, and the scars that marred his body; he was thankful to be sitting in his throne. Today had been more quiet than usual, no matters to be dealt with personally, no citizens to come before him with complaints. It seemed the system had been working efficiently, the bureaucracy wasn’t too tied up with regulations and the judicial system was working smoothly and fairly, somewhat. It helped that much of the positions were endangered by competition, if one did not do their job they simply got replaced by someone better. “Hah, just let her in.” He said, his tone one of exasperation. It wasn’t like they had cause to delay another one who sought to be a nanny for his child and Kaori. How many would that make? Two-hundred? Three-hundred? He had long since lost count, many of their intentions were clear. They would try to weasel their way into his good graces, some were even cultists, and the vast majority were simply inept. Would this one be different, or would have to send her on her way just like the rest. Or would an Inquisitor’s blade find her throat in the dark? Black eyes looked at the two children who were being cared for by servants. Normally that wouldn’t be the case, but it seemed he had no choice if he was to go through all the reports on a timely manner. Hotaru would find the doors opening, the guard simply ushering her into the massive chamber curtly. It seemed even they held little hope of success for the young woman. After all, they had witnessed more people leave this room in failure this past month than those who left in success. What graced her eyes was a man who had reached his sixties. He still looked full of life and vigor, though his dark hair had become a steel gray at the temples. While he was without a doubt human, there was a stentorian regality to him, as though he carried several millennia on his shoulders. His stubborn jaw and hard features carried an expression of boredom. As if today would be no different, though his gaze softened only slightly when he glanced at the children. “Name.” He said abruptly, ignoring the formalities and not giving her the time to curtsy, bow, or kowtow. Such things were a waste of time, and he needed no such rituals to reaffirm his position as an emperor. His head tilted curiously, giving the girl the impression of a large predatory bird watching her from up high.Pressure filled the room, bored down on her as she obtained the one the called God-Emperor’s full attention. He was measuring her, weighing her in his mind on scales she could not possibly fathom.

He couldn’t deny that a good few drinks would loosen his tongue, it was the unfortunate vice of many a mercenary. He was no particular exception to the rule, save that it took much more than the average man to loosen his tongue. Sometimes it was a boon, a drinking contest for some extra coin was as through one were shooting fish in a barrel. Delaney was either made of stouter stuff, or far more wily than she left on. He assumed it was the latter, and that she used the chance to pry some information from him. Maybe she had some Mythal blood in her after all. It was true, if she did say she liked him; there would be no end to the teasing. He already teased her enough as it is, and the last thing she would want was to give him an ever greater amount of ammo. Though to say he thought of his many lovers as conquests might have been a bit hurtful if such a thing was spoken. While he may have joked about how he chased skirts, he had never bragged of the many women with whom he shared his bed with. “Bahaha! Fine, Fine; you got me.” He said, raising his hands up in mock surrender as he used his knees to guide the large warhorse past the bustling people. “She’s a woman unlike any that I’ve met.” He admitted, his voice and expression thoughtful as he once more took up the reins. He might as well be honest. “There is an intensity to her, and while she shows interest in me she also maintains a distance. I’m at a loss.” He said with a chuckle, it seemed he had met more than just his match. “I do enjoy her company though, so I don’t have the intention of trying to charm my way under her skirts.” He said flashing Delaney an honest smile. “As much fun as rushing in, steel bare and glinting; I don’t believe such a thing would be a good idea.” He was by no means, a coward. One didn’t last long or make much money by being one. While he was confident he could take on the lot of them on his own, and even had confidence in Delaney’s abilities; these weren’t mere bandits. “They are trained soldiers, even if they’ve sunken to banditry, not only that we cannot risk the lives of any civilians they might have captive.” He said, turning his head to look at the woman as they passed the gates. “Instead we should err on the side of caution and scout out their camp from a distance.” He said, slowing his horse’s pace to match hers. “Then we will strike after we are sure we can either rescue and captives, or if they have none for us to worry about.” His expression became more focused, now he began to look much more the leader of elite mercenaries than a skirt chasing soldier. “When things do kick off, are you confident you can handle multiple opponents?” While he did not look down on her abilities, he was a Kadian, he could handle at the very least ten trained Terren soldiers on his own without getting winded.

Hah! it really lets you see where you stand at your current level of experience. And drives you to want to get better at it so you can wipe that smug look off their faces.

I actually had to google it. It was a trick I learned when I couldn't find old profiles, and they wouldn't come up via the on site search engine. You're welcome.