...Y TE SACARÁN LOS OJOS

A DEAD CROW LOOKS FOR WAR. [merc/knightposting silly rp blog. mdni, will post drawn gore]

[cordaxmerc]

CROWS CHASE THE SMELL OF IRON [INTRO POST]

🐦‍⬛ What do you want? A duel? For someone to die? To kill? To dance? 🐦‍⬛ about

[About the Mercenary]

-Cuervo [HE/HIM]

-character is 22, admin is 23

-weird tercio ghost who likes violence

-ill do an actual post about his lore one day

-Inspired off 16th century spanish mercenaries, landsknecht fashion and renaissance warfare in general.

-5'3. hes only 4 apples tall.

- #pretty pretty for armory and weaponry

- #cuervo speaks for rambling

- #look at me! for references

autistic notes:

-he uses a longsword, a falchion, a rapier, and is very fond of rondel daggers.

-armor based off flemish and spanish tercio armor from the 16th century, blackened.

-hes some sort of weird demon ghost thing

-he is a brat.

[About the admin]

@teskastektli for art. @ahuilnemac for personal. @severtheheart for knightposting. beware of ahuilnemac i post and like a lot of weird stuff. minors do not interact anywhere please.

[sirtin]

Maybe the mercenaries have it figured out, maybe serving no masters is the way to go. It wouldst most like save this noble knight from heartache…

[sirtin]

*cough* @cordaxmerc I said I’m ready *cough* or if any of those who love me want to stop me that’s fine too *cough*

[cordaxmerc]

Ohhh! Are you looking to join a mercenary band now, big boy? The rest of your family aren't gonna take kindly to ya turnin' to a mean-faced sellsword!

[sirtin]

Not with that attitude I’m not.

That cured my sadness, thank you mercenary hound.

[cordaxmerc]

No problem! It'll be 5 reales please

[sirtin]

Maybe the mercenaries have it figured out, maybe serving no masters is the way to go. It wouldst most like save this noble knight from heartache…

[sirtin]

*cough* @cordaxmerc I said I’m ready *cough* or if any of those who love me want to stop me that’s fine too *cough*

[cordaxmerc]

Ohhh! Are you looking to join a mercenary band now, big boy? The rest of your family aren't gonna take kindly to ya turnin' to a mean-faced sellsword!

[northirish]

Mutuals, begin raiding and conquering. Put cities to the sword. Let none survive the fall of your mighty blades

[cordaxmerc]

Captain, do you have plans to deal with your dog's other master? Seems to me it has been too busy drooling over his lap. And you feed it so well, too! Surely you should have it's undivided attention?

My dog is a good dog, but it has that master during daytime (and night time, sometimes, hmphhh-) as... hm.

Let's say, a toy! Dogs need toys. Most of my men have their entertainment. And the Baron is a rich man and he has deep pockets- my Helm is a token of appreciation between each other, aye??? I may have wanted to kill his bards, but the Baron of Bloodhaven is a good possible business partner. Don't want to ruin that now! A dog isn't worth breaking diplomatic relations over, you see. And I'm a good playmate- I can share my toys with the Baron, too. Jealousy is bad for business! Remember that!

[cordaxmerc]

My dog won #HELMFOREVERGOATED #stopfuckinthebarontho #Ineedyoutokilladudeformerq

[cordaxmerc]

did you guys know killing people is free but I can pay you to do it too

[pmamtraveller]

Detail: David with the Head of Goliath (c. 1630), by Pietro Novelli

[blxxdlxver]

you look good with blood on you what are your pronouns

[cordaxmerc]

my dogs fighting my cousin #alatzeraissues #lol

[cordaxmerc]

fuck it, i ATE the pope

[silver--chevalier]

I’m in this picture, but where?

[basicbascinet]

@cordaxmerc I know you are the one behind the attack on the forest. Helm answers to two men, and the baron is not vicious enough for this. What do you want? Riches, I suppose, like that worthless traitor that serves you. There's enough to satisfy you and allow me to pay for my own freedom. We can negotiate. The men need not die. Otherwise, make no mistake, I will hunt down each and every one of your "little crows", tear their wings off and send them back to you. Let us be reasonable and talk.

(tagging @mrknightside and @boucicaut so they can follow along)

[cordaxmerc]

You're smart. You're very smart! I like that. See, this one goes straight to the point, and does not spend time in begging or insulting or what have you!

Of course the Baron has neither the bite nor the ambition to do this. His brigands do not compare to these vicious men, trained soldiers now forever bound to our search for gold and blood- rip their wings off, Ser, and you will find they will not bleed. We hunt at night. And you happen to take our road at the hour of the wolf. Pooooooor youuuu!! I almost pity you. Hahahhehe.

Indeed, we do want riches. And also 2 and a half of the pigs. You can keep the head and torso of the first one. Whaddya say, doghead knight? And you leave with your life and your men intaaact- don't say I'm not merciful!

[basicbascinet]

Perhaps they do not bleed. But should one cut their legs off from under them, I doubt they would be too pleased. At least, they would be much less useful to you.

Keep the pigs, if you are so hungry. But you fail to understand my position. I'm happy enough for the others to leave. But it will do me no good to go without the money. You are no more frightening than holy vipers of the Inquisition. Maybe you would kill me. Maybe you would torture me before that. So would they. And they would then trample on my name and make it a burden on anyone who would ever even spoke to me.

So tell me, what do you propose I should do?

[cordaxmerc]

[Please do imagine: in the middle of the forest, the cart surrounded by men who are more bloody shadows than soldiers, and the captain, some sort of devil, something between prince and imp, rides his horse in circles around the cart, staring with dead eyes at the hounskull-wearing knight. The horse gnashes her teeth, blood dripping from eternal battle wounds. The stench of iron, of coming rain and damp forest is like a nightmare. The captain's eyes are like two little dots of hellfire, shadowed under the black burgonet, the black plume shiny under the moonlight. Crows perched on trees, and soldiers holding onto their blood pitted weapons with pale, cold hands.]

What are we to do then, knight? I thought of you all as the humble, self-sacrificing sort. I want the gold as much as you do. And if you were to stay here alone, ah, then you would know the Inquisition is right in fearing the undead.

What are we to do, what are we to do, what are we to dooo- you aren't pretty enough for me to keep and bring down for a few nights. Your blood may be good, but it does not have an inviting smell. And you know, you could just let me have the gold! You could just let me carry on, and we would even take you to the end of the forest safely, and we could be friends forever and I'd give you something nice and shiny as a token of our newfound friendship!

But you want the gold too. What a problem.

I propose you let me have the gold. Forget about Helm haunting you and simply live your life and continue your... heroic deed of helping soldiers and squires and all.

And if you don't like my proposal, then I ask now: what do you have to give? Is your soul worth a few bags of gold? Hm hm.

[basicbascinet]

[A grip tightening. Teeth gnashing. Looking over the shoulders, men ill at ease. Not encouraging. Yes, there are times where one must take what they can for one day more of life...

But damnation, can't one at least choose to die fighting? It would have some dignity, to fall in a battle against the undead. Except no, it's unlikely that thing would allow the others to live for the satisfaction of killing a single knight. It would be selfish. And what does an undead army even want, besides tormenting the living? Why does it even need money? It's all insanity.

A thought occurs, a horrible, horrible thought. The undead captain can't be too pleased to share a mercenary with the baron. But that would be too low, and the miserable fool doesn't deserve it anyway. Not even to save one's life.

Ah, well. One must know how to live. And more importantly, how to die.]

...Keep your gold and tokens of friendship. We will leave. But for the time I have left, I'd keep it *gestures to Helm* away from me and mine. If he is alone, I don't guarantee his return.

[cordaxmerc]

[The captain's face, obfuscated by a mass of shadows, something akin to the coagulation of blood, suddenly shifts on itself. As if a will o the wisp or some sort of hellish flame had illuminated it suddenly, the face becomes human again, but terribly so: a smiling corpse, eyes bloodshot, gums pale and teeth a bit too bright. He laughs, and the crows caw with him. Even the retinue of dead men begin to laugh too. He laughs and suddenly jerks his head back, before spitting out a bunch of blood at the floor near the soldiers protecting the cart. He grins with his teeth now stained red, and claps his hands, joyfully, like an idiot child.]

Very good! Very good, very good. My word is law and I obey it too, so we will ensure your safe passage through the forest. We aren't the only ones here, you know. You shall keep one pig, as a gesture of my absolute mercy! Aren't you glad we met?

[Then his eyes narrow, shadows covering his face again. A movement of the eyes like that of an animal's, staring at Helm for a moment. His voice changes, smile dropping.]

This one is a dog, it has two masters. I will keep an eye or maybe six on it. It shall stay with me, as it is still my soldier, and if any of your men lay a finger on them, I will tear the steel off your body and have these pigs eat you while you still breathe, aye?

[Then, the spark of joy again.]

Pleasure doing business with you, my friend! Please, do enjoy the forest! Your passage shall be safe and quick.

[basicbascinet]

@cordaxmerc I know you are the one behind the attack on the forest. Helm answers to two men, and the baron is not vicious enough for this. What do you want? Riches, I suppose, like that worthless traitor that serves you. There's enough to satisfy you and allow me to pay for my own freedom. We can negotiate. The men need not die. Otherwise, make no mistake, I will hunt down each and every one of your "little crows", tear their wings off and send them back to you. Let us be reasonable and talk.

(tagging @mrknightside and @boucicaut so they can follow along)

[cordaxmerc]

You're smart. You're very smart! I like that. See, this one goes straight to the point, and does not spend time in begging or insulting or what have you!

Of course the Baron has neither the bite nor the ambition to do this. His brigands do not compare to these vicious men, trained soldiers now forever bound to our search for gold and blood- rip their wings off, Ser, and you will find they will not bleed. We hunt at night. And you happen to take our road at the hour of the wolf. Pooooooor youuuu!! I almost pity you. Hahahhehe.

Indeed, we do want riches. And also 2 and a half of the pigs. You can keep the head and torso of the first one. Whaddya say, doghead knight? And you leave with your life and your men intaaact- don't say I'm not merciful!

[basicbascinet]

Perhaps they do not bleed. But should one cut their legs off from under them, I doubt they would be too pleased. At least, they would be much less useful to you.

Keep the pigs, if you are so hungry. But you fail to understand my position. I'm happy enough for the others to leave. But it will do me no good to go without the money. You are no more frightening than holy vipers of the Inquisition. Maybe you would kill me. Maybe you would torture me before that. So would they. And they would then trample on my name and make it a burden on anyone who would ever even spoke to me.

So tell me, what do you propose I should do?

[cordaxmerc]

[Please do imagine: in the middle of the forest, the cart surrounded by men who are more bloody shadows than soldiers, and the captain, some sort of devil, something between prince and imp, rides his horse in circles around the cart, staring with dead eyes at the hounskull-wearing knight. The horse gnashes her teeth, blood dripping from eternal battle wounds. The stench of iron, of coming rain and damp forest is like a nightmare. The captain's eyes are like two little dots of hellfire, shadowed under the black burgonet, the black plume shiny under the moonlight. Crows perched on trees, and soldiers holding onto their blood pitted weapons with pale, cold hands.]

What are we to do then, knight? I thought of you all as the humble, self-sacrificing sort. I want the gold as much as you do. And if you were to stay here alone, ah, then you would know the Inquisition is right in fearing the undead.

What are we to do, what are we to do, what are we to dooo- you aren't pretty enough for me to keep and bring down for a few nights. Your blood may be good, but it does not have an inviting smell. And you know, you could just let me have the gold! You could just let me carry on, and we would even take you to the end of the forest safely, and we could be friends forever and I'd give you something nice and shiny as a token of our newfound friendship!

But you want the gold too. What a problem.

I propose you let me have the gold. Forget about Helm haunting you and simply live your life and continue your... heroic deed of helping soldiers and squires and all.

And if you don't like my proposal, then I ask now: what do you have to give? Is your soul worth a few bags of gold? Hm hm.

[basicbascinet]

@cordaxmerc I know you are the one behind the attack on the forest. Helm answers to two men, and the baron is not vicious enough for this. What do you want? Riches, I suppose, like that worthless traitor that serves you. There's enough to satisfy you and allow me to pay for my own freedom. We can negotiate. The men need not die. Otherwise, make no mistake, I will hunt down each and every one of your "little crows", tear their wings off and send them back to you. Let us be reasonable and talk.

(tagging @mrknightside and @boucicaut so they can follow along)

[cordaxmerc]

You're smart. You're very smart! I like that. See, this one goes straight to the point, and does not spend time in begging or insulting or what have you!

Of course the Baron has neither the bite nor the ambition to do this. His brigands do not compare to these vicious men, trained soldiers now forever bound to our search for gold and blood- rip their wings off, Ser, and you will find they will not bleed. We hunt at night. And you happen to take our road at the hour of the wolf. Pooooooor youuuu!! I almost pity you. Hahahhehe.

Indeed, we do want riches. And also 2 and a half of the pigs. You can keep the head and torso of the first one. Whaddya say, doghead knight? And you leave with your life and your men intaaact- don't say I'm not merciful!

[cordaxmerc]

(I, a heavyset man wearing an outfit that is as foreign to someone such as yourself as could be possible, consisting solely of what appears to be a worn out blue top that lacked sleeves entirely, a pair of trousers that have been cut down just below the knees, and a strange black and white cap, approaches you in a oddly causal manner, before lifting a strange object that could only truly be described as a strange long hunk of steel with parts made of other materials unfamiliar to you. I then spoke with a inflection that exuded a lack of anything even approaching intelligence a phrase that made about as much sense as anything else about me.)

"Hey, take this here M16 and go fuck something up."

[maskdoll]

kicking my feet and giggling like a schoolgirl in love to myself while muttering "i'm going to kill you. i'm going to fucking kill you"