Major Zor Karno (PC)

Lieutenant Tyirrak (PC)

Sgt. Jack (PC)

Sgt. Dresteran (NPC)

Pvt. Calliandra O'Hare (NPC)

Pvt. Karnon (PC)

- no rank - Attila (NPC)

Mercenary Sergeant Jelme (NPC)

Mercenary Sergeant Tecumseh (PC)

Ahnaka (PC)

Maeth (NPC)

Photios (PC)

Oksana (PC)

Lord Osema (PC)

Gendun (NPC)

Klowkuh (NPC)

Reginald (PC)
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Arriving, Karnon had little carried with him beyond the hovercycle and the energy rifle. The wolfen dismounted and immediately began searching for a map. Once found, he took it with him to debriefing, and carried it while the unit rearrangements were made.

When given a moment of rest, he unrolled it, studied it for a while and then cast a teleportation spell, vanishing instantly.

Roughly an hour later, he reappeared where he had been standing, now fully equipped. He was swathed in grey and blue robes, lined in red, covering some small amount of armor. A pistol was now at his belt and a Judgement Day rifle over his back. A scroll-case hung off his belt, and several talisman's were draped over his neck, and when his sleeves rolled up at least four more could be seen imbedded in the armor of his forearm.

Most importantly, he was now completely clean and groomed well. Sharply intelligent pale blue eyes stared from the Wolfen's face, as he studied his new company, his new platoon.

Behind the mercenary trader - Zed, a scrolling-text news report supplies updates and strategies regarding the war.



- Four more Tolkeen towns destroyed by advancing Coalition forces.
- Tolkeen forces recue over a dozen prisoners from the clutches of The Coalition.
- Coalition has increased the use of psychics that interfere with magic. Recent studies have revealed that if the caster focuses his intent and purposely exerts his magic potential - the magic can beat the psionic interference. If you notice your magic is not working properly, try to use more energy than usual.

Obidiah has no need to resuply. Or eat, drink, sleep, breathe nor any other bodily or basic human functions anymore. Once a great lecturer he is actually losing all desire to even communicate with people at all. Zephram who was once one of his most promising students is dead and now he really knows no one on a personal level.

"They all look at me like im a statue, an automaton, a mindless killing machine. That is what I am I suppose... a golem...little better than a mindless killing machine. Why should I disapoint them?"

Obidiah walks away and goes to where Pluto Company will meet Commander Maddox the next day. Having nothing else to do he stands there still as a statue throughout the night and continues on that way even after the briefing is over.

Tyirrak stalked in, his armor repaired, and slapped down a single empty E-clip from his CTT-P40, and replaced it with another one, before hunting down some deadball grenades. They were tricky to find sometimes, but a lot more versatile than regular models. Most people could toss a grenade behind a corner... but three opposing corners?

The tattooed woman strode through the Tolkeen war nexus, ignoring any looks she might be gathering in her wake.  Locating a Warlord tent, she placed herself before the sentries standing outside.

"I shall speak with one of your warleaders now," she informed him.

Jack goes and finds Tyirrak, still in his natural dragon form. He shifts back into human form after a moment. "Sir. We need to do something about the Brodkil Osema. If he is Tolkeen military, which I highly doubt, he needs to be brought up on charges. If he is just another merc, then he needs to be let go. That kind of shit doesn't fly in ANY army, but especially not this one during war." He pauses and then just waits for his "commanding officer" to reply.

Tyirrak is silent for a moment as he considers this.

"And the charges you had in mind were?" Tyirrak queried with a flat expression, "Insubordination? Disrespecting a superior officer?"

"Their Brodkil Sergeant. They don't care about that sort of thing. And while somewhat unstable, they can be made to follow orders."

"And while I personally think their methods crude, they are effective shock troopers. If you would prefer to have friendlier, more polite troops at the vanguard, I expect you to draft me a list of suchly qualified volunteers by the morning."

Tyirrak's face hardened a touch.

"They are hardly the worst bedfellows this army has befriended as of yet."

"I guess I will need to teach them to show the proper respect then." After a moment, he added, "Sir."

Jack sighed and didn't even bother to salute. He shook his head and turned away, walking in search of Lotus or the Brodkil, in no particular order. "So I handle it myself then. As usual. Right.

Tyirrak finds his grenades and Ahnaka finished working out her contract.

The platoon is resupplied then?