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Near the border of the Empire of Akino and the Lightning Country.
This post details the force that heads north to aid the Raikage's forces, according to the agreement made between the Raikage's diplomatic envoy and the Empress of Akino.
The sound of snow crunching beneath the weight of boots and hooves was deafened by the resonation of men and horses. An almost windy formation of people was heading for quite some time towards the border of the Empire and Lightning. Banners fluttered as a cold breeze swept from the direction the folk were heading. The dark blue and black banners, representing the flames of the Nibi - the fierce guardian of the Homura dynasty, would herald the coming of this Imperial might.
Watching from the comfortable position of his saddle, the leader of this large group of fighting men and camp followers seemed rather content. Though he was more attuned to the warmer and forgiving climate of his home, within the Yakimara heartlands, the biting cold and harsher lands had their own kind of charm.
While he watched troops and camp followers passing by, Caderyn mused to himself if his gods were wandering these lands. Despite even if they weren't given homage properly or remembered for many centuries.
Slowly inhaling, Caderyn would steer his horse and cause it to trot.
Riding to the side of the moving column, Caderyn reminded himself why they were so far from home. The banners gently moving in the cold wind weren't the same that many of his subordinates fully recognised as their own. They weren't the symbols of old that were linked to the multiple deities of the Yakimara. The true gods that the Yakimara should heed to and not that fire-blasted bastard that those Taika loved to dirty their knees for.
"Commander," a voice rang out, attempting to fight against the ambience of the nearby moving force. "Commander Caderyn," the voice called out, faintly stemming over the combined sounds of mounts, cartwheels and gear moving.
Turning his head to throw a look over his shoulder, Caderyn saw a rider approaching him. Causing the called commander to halt his mount and wait for the other rider to catch up.
The other rider brought his mount to a slow halt as he lightly panted, yet there was a clear excitement tangible from the other man.
"We got word from some of the groups that were sent ahead. Some of the local clans have decided to gift us some supplies."
Caderyn frowned upon hearing this news. It sounded like good news but yet, Caderyn was careful. And he had good reasons for it.
The majority, which encompassed all the fighting men under his command, were all Yakimara. They originated from diverse tribes and clans. While this could cause some friction among some units, they were quite a cohesive force. Largely for their shared disdain for Taika and the Way of Fire. And not forget the shared like to fight and make it clear that the Yakimara could do more than sing and dance. If somebody had brought him a message that the locals had decided to pass on some supplies, the case would likely been that his boys had decided to just take it. Probably using the same 'old Yakimara reason' of: "This used to be our ancestral lands".
However, they were currently in the Framí province. The majority of folk that resided within this region weren't Taika. They were Chonobi. Or well, more accurately, they called themselves 'Ylfings'. A name that Caderyn found hard to pronounce without feeling he was throwing a random slur at somebody. Though he was more comfortable dealing with these Ylfings than with Taika. For one, the Ylfings didn't worship that Taika God.
"And where are these supplies now?" Caderyn asked, masking his amusement with a stern tone.
"Captain Cynbel has it. He sends me forward to back to inform you, commander. Not to mention, he wanted me to pass along some of his concerns." The rider further stated. But Caderyn raised a hand to wave away the latter notion.
"I am well aware of Cynbel's worries. But we aren't here for fun or without purpose. Her Majesty has given us a chance to reap rewards as prove our value. Go back and make sure that Cynbel waits on the route to rejoin with the bulk." Caderyn responded on turn, causing the rider to nod before making way.
Watching the soldier gallop away on his horse, Caderyn was slightly worried.
It was no surprise that people would be curious if they learned that a large force of Yakimara were marching towards the Lightning country. The banners and the gifted equipment made it hard for the non-initiated to know that they weren't a real Imperial unit. It certainly fooled most people and thus had as reaction that they gained trust. Even some encounters with garrisoned forces had been mildly pleasant. Only those that were aware that there wasn't such a thing as a '18th Brigade', had frowned. But it was a good thing that Caderyn could provide that they were a legitimate force of her Majesty of Akino.
Caderyn's thoughts went to the Sworn Sword that had been assigned with them. He understood that it could truly provide some aid in their objective to fulfil the Empire's bargain with the Raikage's forces. But the mere fact that this Sworn Sword was some Taika had pissed off some of Caderyn's captains. Some demanded that this Sworn Sword wouldn't practice the Way of Fire religion nearby them. Already Caderyn had recognised various obscene, yet subtle gestures from his men towards the accompanying Sworn Sword. Yet, they always did it when they were sure that the woman wasn't watching.
And Caderyn couldn't blame them. The fierce reputation of the Sworn Swords had reached quite far. And though some lads were more than eager to mettle their qualities, the majority were quite wary. Even the minority under Caderyn's command that were competent ninjutsu users.
Right now, this Sworn Sword was given the command of a small group. A group existing of more calm-headed figures that were instructed to stay with her. Not only to follow some of her commands - as they were still Caderyn's men - but to also help her try to understand some Yakimara. And their ways.
Hopefully, this could avert some conflict between the Sworn Sword and the hot-heads that were looking for an excuse to challenge her.
This post details the force that heads north to aid the Raikage's forces, according to the agreement made between the Raikage's diplomatic envoy and the Empress of Akino.
The force that is sent north exists out of 3.000 capable fighting men. The majority of them are mounted, while armed with either spear and shield or bow and arrow. A part of this force isn't just rugged fighting men that are used to harsh conditions but also have experience and capability to serve as (counter)shinobi operatives.
Accompanied by camp followers, the force is under the command of Caderyn, who hails from the tribe of Huor. Currently leading the '18th Brigade, the Oathsworn'. Though in reality, these men have sworn an oath to follow Caderyn and his captains under the name of the 'Warband of the Vetei'.
This post contains some information and thoughts that may provide depth into Caderyn and his men.
Accompanied by camp followers, the force is under the command of Caderyn, who hails from the tribe of Huor. Currently leading the '18th Brigade, the Oathsworn'. Though in reality, these men have sworn an oath to follow Caderyn and his captains under the name of the 'Warband of the Vetei'.
This post contains some information and thoughts that may provide depth into Caderyn and his men.
The sound of snow crunching beneath the weight of boots and hooves was deafened by the resonation of men and horses. An almost windy formation of people was heading for quite some time towards the border of the Empire and Lightning. Banners fluttered as a cold breeze swept from the direction the folk were heading. The dark blue and black banners, representing the flames of the Nibi - the fierce guardian of the Homura dynasty, would herald the coming of this Imperial might.
Watching from the comfortable position of his saddle, the leader of this large group of fighting men and camp followers seemed rather content. Though he was more attuned to the warmer and forgiving climate of his home, within the Yakimara heartlands, the biting cold and harsher lands had their own kind of charm.
While he watched troops and camp followers passing by, Caderyn mused to himself if his gods were wandering these lands. Despite even if they weren't given homage properly or remembered for many centuries.
Slowly inhaling, Caderyn would steer his horse and cause it to trot.
Riding to the side of the moving column, Caderyn reminded himself why they were so far from home. The banners gently moving in the cold wind weren't the same that many of his subordinates fully recognised as their own. They weren't the symbols of old that were linked to the multiple deities of the Yakimara. The true gods that the Yakimara should heed to and not that fire-blasted bastard that those Taika loved to dirty their knees for.
"Commander," a voice rang out, attempting to fight against the ambience of the nearby moving force. "Commander Caderyn," the voice called out, faintly stemming over the combined sounds of mounts, cartwheels and gear moving.
Turning his head to throw a look over his shoulder, Caderyn saw a rider approaching him. Causing the called commander to halt his mount and wait for the other rider to catch up.
The other rider brought his mount to a slow halt as he lightly panted, yet there was a clear excitement tangible from the other man.
"We got word from some of the groups that were sent ahead. Some of the local clans have decided to gift us some supplies."
Caderyn frowned upon hearing this news. It sounded like good news but yet, Caderyn was careful. And he had good reasons for it.
The majority, which encompassed all the fighting men under his command, were all Yakimara. They originated from diverse tribes and clans. While this could cause some friction among some units, they were quite a cohesive force. Largely for their shared disdain for Taika and the Way of Fire. And not forget the shared like to fight and make it clear that the Yakimara could do more than sing and dance. If somebody had brought him a message that the locals had decided to pass on some supplies, the case would likely been that his boys had decided to just take it. Probably using the same 'old Yakimara reason' of: "This used to be our ancestral lands".
However, they were currently in the Framí province. The majority of folk that resided within this region weren't Taika. They were Chonobi. Or well, more accurately, they called themselves 'Ylfings'. A name that Caderyn found hard to pronounce without feeling he was throwing a random slur at somebody. Though he was more comfortable dealing with these Ylfings than with Taika. For one, the Ylfings didn't worship that Taika God.
"And where are these supplies now?" Caderyn asked, masking his amusement with a stern tone.
"Captain Cynbel has it. He sends me forward to back to inform you, commander. Not to mention, he wanted me to pass along some of his concerns." The rider further stated. But Caderyn raised a hand to wave away the latter notion.
"I am well aware of Cynbel's worries. But we aren't here for fun or without purpose. Her Majesty has given us a chance to reap rewards as prove our value. Go back and make sure that Cynbel waits on the route to rejoin with the bulk." Caderyn responded on turn, causing the rider to nod before making way.
Watching the soldier gallop away on his horse, Caderyn was slightly worried.
It was no surprise that people would be curious if they learned that a large force of Yakimara were marching towards the Lightning country. The banners and the gifted equipment made it hard for the non-initiated to know that they weren't a real Imperial unit. It certainly fooled most people and thus had as reaction that they gained trust. Even some encounters with garrisoned forces had been mildly pleasant. Only those that were aware that there wasn't such a thing as a '18th Brigade', had frowned. But it was a good thing that Caderyn could provide that they were a legitimate force of her Majesty of Akino.
Caderyn's thoughts went to the Sworn Sword that had been assigned with them. He understood that it could truly provide some aid in their objective to fulfil the Empire's bargain with the Raikage's forces. But the mere fact that this Sworn Sword was some Taika had pissed off some of Caderyn's captains. Some demanded that this Sworn Sword wouldn't practice the Way of Fire religion nearby them. Already Caderyn had recognised various obscene, yet subtle gestures from his men towards the accompanying Sworn Sword. Yet, they always did it when they were sure that the woman wasn't watching.
And Caderyn couldn't blame them. The fierce reputation of the Sworn Swords had reached quite far. And though some lads were more than eager to mettle their qualities, the majority were quite wary. Even the minority under Caderyn's command that were competent ninjutsu users.
Right now, this Sworn Sword was given the command of a small group. A group existing of more calm-headed figures that were instructed to stay with her. Not only to follow some of her commands - as they were still Caderyn's men - but to also help her try to understand some Yakimara. And their ways.
Hopefully, this could avert some conflict between the Sworn Sword and the hot-heads that were looking for an excuse to challenge her.