Medieval Era RP! (Helena Castanova && Lucio Giordano)

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I want to do a medieval/ renaissance type roleplay. But i'm not really sure the setting though. Kind of thought that we could possibly figure it out together. If any gentelmen would be so kind and join the roleplay with me.

Lucio slowed the horses' pace as they approached the fires. He did not have to wait long for the expected.

"Halt, strangers," state your business lest it be the end of you," they heard a sound coming from the trees.

Lucio stopped the horses and motioned for Helena to be ready. He spoke with the commanding voice of his noble origin, which never failed with beings of lesser birth. "We come with orders from your liege. Take us to commander."

The trees and bushes ruffled, as a handful of men stepped out into the light, all armed to the teeth, and from the looks of their armor, they were not trained soldiers. Their armor was pieced together from various nationalities and factions, and were most likely prizes taken from their enemies.

"That's why the lord did not have these men protecting his home," Lucio whispered to Helena. "These are not soldiers, our precious lord hired himself a band of mercenaries."

Lucio could feel the tension in the air. A false word, and this powder keg of a situation would surely explode. Lucio reached in his pocket, and pulled out several silver coins. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the coins at the mercenaries' feet.

"Here, for your troubles. Now, show us to your commander."

The men looked at each other, then hastily picked up the coins and motioned Lucio and Helena to follow them.

The camp was large. It was still dark, but the many camp fires still lit the tents and created a gloomy atmosphere all around. They were meandering between tents, and Lucio spotted more weaponry, armors, and signs of many nationalities.

Finally, they arrived at a large tent with two guards posted outside. The commander's tent.

Lucio grinned at Helena's request. "I would have taken the lead anyway, milady," he quipped.

Lucio was waiting on a response, when suddenly a grim man stepped out of the tent. He had a large scar across his nose, and a strange twitch to his left eye; both probably caused by the same injury.

"I hear you carry a letter," he growled. "Show it to me."

Lucio squinted and motioned for Helena to hand over the document. He had no choice but to trust the lord and this commander, but he couldn't deny being frightened. Helena's family's fate depended on this very moment.

The commander quickly broke the was seal and inspected the document. His face lit up as he said: "It's blank!"

Lucio feared the worst as he replied that it was supposed to be blank. "Do not worry, young lordling," the commander said. "We may be mercenaries, but we are not criminals." He rolled up the paper, and gave it back to Helena. "Fill the parchment with your commands, and we will see them done. The Nighthawks are yours."

"Murderers, milady?" The commander thought about it for a second. "Only on your command, milady."

Lucio watched the entire scene closely. He tried to read Helena, but she showed no sign of emotion. In all the turmoil, Lucio had not had the time to even stop and think for a second. They had been rushed from one place to the next, and did not even know anything about this Helena. He noticed that he stared for a bit too long, so he quickly addressed the commander. "What is your name sir?" He asked while Helena was filling out the parchment. "And how many men under your command?

"Sergio Verosa," he replied proudly as if it should mean something to Lucio. "And the answer is three-thousand."

Sergio started to become annoyed. The man seemed to have a short temper, and Lucio made a mental note of not putting too much trust into the man's word. He had the feeling that even after Helena's family was safe, they still had to deal with the mercenary. "The camp spreads further into the woods milady," Sergio grunted. "And we have been here for several months now. My men are hungry for action." He folded his arms across his chest. "Enough questions. What are the orders?"

Lucio barely listened to the commander as he was reading over the writing. When he finished, he handed it back to the him, pushing the parchment against his chest. "Simple. We are moving out - tonight!"

"I have been paid through the end of the month, young lady." Sergio replied elusively. "It shall be so."

He then stepped forward and yelled a sharp command at another mercenary. "Rally the men. We are moving out - to war!" He turned to Lucio and Helena, and barked another command. "Stay close to me at all times. A battlefield can be a somewhat...confusing place."

Lucio did not like his undertone. He walked to Helena and said, "We have to keep our wits about us at all times. Keep your arrows knocked."

Lucio noticed the tension between the mercenaries and Helena. Anger flared up inside him, and he was not quite sure why. Helena seemed to have a knack for trouble, and he wanted to believe that she provokes it all too often. Maybe even that she had it coming. Yet, he could not help but feeling the need to stand beside her - she also had a knack for being right. He also was not sure if he liked that or not. All in all, he was just confused. Although, right now. anger was the primary feeling.

Lucio unsheathed his sword, stepped forward and pushed it into the mercenaries back. "You could not tell a lady from a pig, low-born. Now show the proper respect or I will have your head."

Lucio found himself in a constant state of confusion, but for once, he let it rest. He shot the man a last, vicious glance, sheathed his sword and walked after Helena.

The camp was already bustling. Men were donning armor, and saddling horses all around, and in the middle of it all, Sergio was standing silently watching his men go to work. This man gave Lucio the creeps.

Some time later, Lucio found himself in the saddle in between Sergio heavy war horse and Helena's black stallion. Sergio motioned to sound the horns, and the battalion set in motion.

And they were on the march. Lucio just hoped they were not too late. Day was about to break, and it seemed like an eternity when he spotted Helena sneaking across the courtyard and out into the woods for target practice. He looked at her riding in front of him. It acutally only had been eight hours - eight hours without sleep he just realized. But he wasn't tired, and neither seemed Helena to be. She was a peculiar girl he had to admit. He smiled despite the situation he had found himself in. "Well, if I am to die tonight," he whispered to himself, "at least, I did not die in my sleep."

The commander face darkened. "I am moving three thousand men," the commander barked back. "You are welcome to ride ahead, milady, if you are seeking adventure."
Lucio moved is horse closer to Helena's. "We will be there in time, young lady," he said. "I will not have anything happen to your family - by my honor!" Lucio felt silly after saying the words. He knew how little control he had at this point over the entire affair. And by god, he hated not being in control. But yet, this war tugged at his pride like nothing had before.

The commander simply grinned at Lucio as if he could read his thoughts. Lucio was confused for sure. In fact, he felt every time he tried to help it was held against him. "Fool woman," Lucio cursed. "I could have simply ridden home to my father instead of playing the role of the savior." He turned his head to the commander. "Wipe that grin of your face or I'll see your payment cut." And with the, he rode off in another direction.

A while later, Lucio could see smoke rising in the distance. They were nearing the battleground. He could see the commander barking orders at his seconds, obviously putting his men into position. Lucio was sure he would split into two fronts, with one attacking from the front, and another flanking from the left. He decided to talk to the commander with the intent of joining the flank, so he pressed forward.

Lucio spotted the battlefield, and that very moment, all hell seemed to break loose. Realizing that the siege had been broken, the commander ordered the charge, and so they did. Lucio was swept along in the frenzy as the first waves of attackers rammed into the enemy's back defense line. Lucio swung his sword and hit several men as his horse charged forward, and before he knew it, they had cut a wedge into the attackers and he was standing in the courtyard. Around him, the screams and sounds of battle mixed with the heavy smoke made it hard to find one's way around. At least it seemed, the fires were mostly quenched. His next worry was Helena. he turned around on his horse to find her.

Lucio was still standing in the middle of the court yard. His eyes were darting about whilst still hacking at an unlucky enemy, who lost his right arm in the process. Crying he collapsed to the ground, but Lucio paid no further mind to the man. He was looking around when he spotted Helena on the far end of the courtyard. "How did she get up there?" he wondered, but his thoughts were immediately drawn somewhere else when he spotted danger.

A few men had managed to sneak up onto the battlements, and were quickly approaching Helena from behind. Helena had her eyes focused in a different directions, so Lucio ran and shouted. But one of the two men spotted him and knocked an arrow. Lucio was on open ground, without cover, and found himself on his knees an instant later. His right leg exploded with pain, and the man who hit him right in the thight was about to fire another arrow to finish Lucio off. With a scream, Lucio ripped out the shaft and looked around for cover when he saw the second arrow flying.