CODEX OF ALERA ROLEPLAY

Well! That makes five, I think that's good, what do you guys think?

Beginning:
The wind swayed the tree tops as the small army marched down the causeway, using the furies crafted into the bricks to move quickly and tirelessly. These were all experienced campaigners, but there were a few younger ones who had just joined in Riva. One of which was Highlord Riva's own adopted son. He was the youngest of the group, and a few of the older more experienced legionnares decided to have some fun with him.
They approached him and pointed at a mountain in the distance. "I challenge you to go up that mountain boy, I'll give you the rest of my pay this year." One offered.
Another laughs. "He wouldn't survive to collect. Old Garados doesn't like having anyone even near him. No one survives the experience."
"Gaius Octavian survived." Another pipes up.
"Yeah, but he was First Lord, not some lowly legionnare."
"Hey! This kid isn't even a legionnare, Riva wanted him to tag along."
"So kid, you ever seen someone lose an arm? or an eye? Have you ever seen blood on the outside of someones body?"
"I'm afraid I haven't" Reize replies simply.
"Of course you haven't, too busy being pampered by Riva's servants."
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"Quiet back there!" The captain shouts.
"Do you really think this ragtag group can survive a fight with the marat? They can't even work with each other." The captain points out to Ademar.
"With me leading? Yeah we'll be fine."
"It takes more than a leader to be successful in battle. If the legionnares can't work as a unit, we'll be picked apart like the individuals we are." The Captain scolds.
Ademar blows him off and spies a scout hurrying towards them. He stops and jumps off the tired animal. "Sirs! We've got a lot of fury activity up ahead, and a storm is blowing in, we need to take shelter."
"We can deal with it, give this little troup something to stretch their muscles before the actual fighting." Ademar suggests.
"We are to fight and drive back the Marat, let the Fury legions do their job, and we'll do ours." The Captain orders, "We are close to Warnerholt, we'll stay there until the storm blows over, then we'll continue to Bernardholt and on to Princeps Memorium."
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Gala laughs as she pours on more speed. She is part of the aerial scouts and is having the time of her life. She pulls in close to Maximus, the head of the aerial scouts and is someone who is clearly smitten with her. She twirls around him before speeding up and leaving him there, wide eyed and smiling. She frowns a bit as the order comes in to pull in and head to the nearest Steadholt.
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The order works down the line and quickly the small legion arrives at Warnerholt and are accepted in. In the Great Hall of Warnerholt, which was designed to withstand the type of storm that was now pounding outside, the steadholt owner, his name Gabel Warner, is talking to Ademar and the Captain.
"The Marat have been seen at Ottoholt, thank the furies you have arrived. I was afraid we would have to evacuate. It's a very large raiding party."
"Well, the Marat should also be holed up through this like we are, so you can rest easy for tonight." The Captain assures the worried Steadholt holder.
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Alex sits down at one of the tables, her helmet removed to allow her full range of her senses. She spies some suspicious activity beack by the stairs leading up. A young boy seems to be concentrating on something. She reaches out with Frost, feeling the anxiousness of the legionnares around her. With some difficulty she manages to find his emotions and feel them out. She feels more anxiety and plain fear, but determination. Alex decides to tell Gabel, but before she can, everything goes south, quickly.
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Blaine rests near the fire, watching those around him and using Roanoke to listen in on conversations. He keyed into one where a younger legionnare was trying to get a night to remember out of the Gabel's daughter. From the sounds of it, things were going from bad to worse. Blaine stands up and walks over to the legionnare and stops next to him.
"What do you want pirate?"
"I'm not a pirate, a pirate has a ship, do you see one around?"
"Sorry, what do you want failed pirate?"
"I want you to leave this fine young maiden alone."
"You going to make me?"
"Yeah, I am."
The legionnare tries for a quick punch, but Blaine adds a little speed from Roanoke onto his and dodges and swings his own. It connects solidly. He is about to press his advantage, but someone grabs his armor and yanks him back. "Enough!" The captain's baritone voice shouts. Blaine cringes as the Captain lets go of the armor.
Before reprimands can be given out, the door to the great hall shutters and is ripped away. Windmanes enter the hall and chaos ensues. "What the...?" The Captain says.
"And just when I was getting bored" Blaine says, picking up his bow.

Reize: Far from the door, still being picked on. Full everything
Ademar: right next to the captain and Blaine. full Everything
Blaine: next to the captain and Ademar.Full everything
Gala: At a table with the other Aerial scouts. Full everything
Alex: Near the back, near the stairs and the boy. Full everything

Everyone sees the windmanes

Map:

Things you know:
1) Windmanes are weak to salt, and can be interrupted an torn apart by other wind furies
2) They want to murder you
3) Anything other than furies aren't going affect them, unless salt is involved
2.5) preferred method of attack of windmanes: suffocation and throwing enemies around
4) This many wind manes have to be taken care of quickly, otherwise things are going to get difficult.
Well! Things are starting out quickly, whatcha going to do?
oh! and I updated the OP, you get twelve arrows for the bow.