Le Capital, Elementia
Volke Arno
La façon dont le Chevalier du Vent, Alya, se moquait de l'embuscade n'allait pas bien avec Arno. Il a apprécié le combat, c'était excitant, un vrai concours d'habileté dans les prouesses martiales et la stratégie, mais il ne faisait confiance à personne qui a apprécié le combat. Ceux qui cherchent la bataille sont souvent ceux qui ont brisé les rangs pour chasser l'ennemi de routage, juste dans une embuscade potentielle. Arno passa spécifiquement sur ces soldats lors de la sélection de ses hommes pour sa troupe, même quand les guerriers aimant la bataille étaient souvent plus habiles. Il avait besoin d'hommes pour tenir une formation, pas pour la briser et transformer une bataille en quelque chose comme une bagarre de rue commune. Il l'a regardée et l'a vue sauter du wagon, attraper une flèche au milieu du vol avant de dire que ses armes étaient hors de portée. Avant qu'Arno ne puisse dire quoi que ce soit, elle a disparu dans la foule fuyante, probablement pour traquer leurs embuscades. Le Chevalier des Ténèbres s'était envolé il y a longtemps. Arno se moquait de lui, car il sentait une autre poignée de flèches frapper contre son bouclier, même s'il mentait si cette prise ne l'impressionnait pas.
Mira sortit de sa couverture pour tirer une flèche dans la direction du feu entrant, ce qu'elle espérait accomplir Arno ne savait pas. La suppression du feu avec des flèches était une tactique avancée qui exigeait au moins une centaine d'archers bien entraînés tirant en grade, en ondulation ou en peloton. Elle a rapidement pris une flèche dans l'épaule, et si ces attaquants étaient habiles, ils utiliseraient des flèches à tête large. Une tête de flèche très mortelle contre des cibles non armées. Il regarda de nouveau après une volley un peu plus légère que d'habitude contre son bouclier, voyant que Sidero offrait d'être l'appât de leurs agresseurs. Lady Oriel n'était pas d'accord, offrant son armure. Les deux plans n'étaient pas idéaux, Sidero pouvait être tué dans sa distraction héroïque, et Arno préférait que personne d'autre ne soit frappé au cas où leurs agresseurs s'engageraient dans des combats rapprochés. Mettre l'armure de Lady Oriel prendrait trop de temps, plus ils resteraient, plus la chance que quelqu'un serait frappé par une flèche chanceuse. Arno regarda autour, voyant les murs épais en bois du wagon. Il a frappé son pied sur le plancher du wagon quelques fois, puis a frappé le mur à sa droite quelques fois, sentant que le côté du wagon était plus épais que le plancher. Il s'est levé le pied et a donné un coup de pied sur le côté avec beaucoup de force, en cassant les supports à la base. Il a ensuite pris son warhammer, en utilisant l'extrémité pointue, le claqué dans le haut du côté maintenant desserré. Il l'a déplacée en allers et retours, en l'arrachant gratuitement.
Il laissa tomber la grande planche, autrefois le côté du chariot, derrière lui. Il regarda derrière lui, voyant qu'Oriel avait ses gantelets. "Lady Oriel! J'ai besoin que vous portiez cette planche comme un bouclier! Telius! Attrapez l'arc d'Arcane et aidez-la à bouger! N'enlevez pas cette flèche! » Arno commanda, de cette voix, qu'il menait cinquante guerriers au milieu d'une bataille: "Métal! Lâchez ces corps et portez l'armure de Lady Oriel! Nous irons à gauche dans le..." il regarda à gauche, "boutique d'herbes, sous la protection du côté des chariots et du boîtier d'armure! Le côté chariot d'abord, puis l'affaire! Sur la marque de Lady Oriel! Prépare-toi!"
Name: Arno Folke
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Description: Arno is one of the shortest people in all the land, standing at 5 feet, 1 inch tall. Although he's lighter than most people who are taller than he is, he is incredibly strong for his height and weight. Over his body is a fair number of scars, mostly around his arms and legs, where enemies struck around his guard or where he was armored less. The most notable scar is a cut on his left cheek when he took a glancing blow from a warhammer to his helmet, which gouged a hole into the side of it. The jagged metal from the hole cut his cheek. Arno keeps his hair mid length and wild, keeping it away from his eyes with a piece of striped cloth. He also has a well kept short mustache and beard.
Knight Element: Earth
Familiar: Sapphira the Oread, Mountain Nymph.
Armor Style:  Mixed plate and mail armor . Over the years Arno has gathered the funds to purchase more and more armor, and not wanting to waste, he's bought armor that compliments his previous ones well. Over his normal pants and shirt he has a long aketon, a padded jacket made of quilted wool to be worn under armor plate. The aketon ends at his knees, with the lower half having riveted steel plates attached, essentially turning it into half of a coat of plates. Over the aketon he wears a mail hauberk. Over that is finally a milanese styled breastplate and asymmetrical pauldrons, the left pauldron being larger than the right and overlapping the breastplate. For his arms, Arno has acquired Gothic styled plate, the rerebrace for his upper arm, couter for his elbow joint, vambrace for forearm and gauntlets for his hands. For his legs he's only kept his Milanese style cuisses, selling his poleyn, greaves and sabatons in favor for much more comfortable leather boots with steel plates strapped to them. His most valuable piece of armor is his Maximilian gorget, a fully articulated piece of armor meant to protect his neck. On his head he wears a quilted arming cap, bascinet with a mail coif attached, tucked underneath the gorget, and topping it all off is a painted great helmet.
Signature Weapon: A shortened Lucerne hammer, called the Falcon's Talon. Arno also has an arming sword as a sidearm, a rondel dagger, both on his belt, and a sword-hilt dagger strapped to his right boot. Arno also has a heater shield painted white and red to match his helmet.
History:
At the age of 15, Arno left his village to become a soldier under the command of Aldebrand Schulz, a kindhearted and charismatic noble. He heard the call, and with a desire of adventure, he answered. He was given a spear, a poorly made wooden shield, and no armor. He was trained for a year before marching out with a group of recruits. The next several years were rough, as the youngest and smallest, Arno was bullied by his fellow soldiers when they weren't fighting, and when they were he was on the front lines in the middle of the battle standing and holding a formation against another formation. As Arno became more adept at combat, he fought against his bullies nearly killing one. He earned the nickname, the small demon, in his regiment. Arno spent his pay on armor and weapons, slowly becoming more armored, more skilled in fighting with and without weapons, overall becoming much deadlier and looking more like those noble and wealthy Knights and Lords that strutted around with their polished and shiny steel plate armor. The ones who looked down on the peasant troops and used them as meatshields in battle.
Ten years after he had joined the warband of Lord Aldebrand Schulz, Arno had been promoted from a peasant spearman to a foot knight who fought alongside wealthier troops who could afford their armor, or had been granted armor by someone else. By this time Arno wielded his Falcon's Talon, had plate steel, and his great helmet with the mouth of a demon painted on the visor. While traveling alongside an allied group, a nobleman insulted the honor of Lord Schulz's troops. Calling his foot knight group a group of poor thieving churls. Morale took a hit as nobody dared to say anything back, how could they? After all they were peasants, and the one insulting them was of noble blood. Until Arno blurted out that the noble was a cox comb fool who had no idea what real war felt like, judging by the shine of his spotless boots and well groomed horse. The noble was insulted and challenged Arno to a duel of honor, to which Arno agreed. It only took a few moments before Arno had parried the longsword of the nobleman and planted his warhammer into the chest of the nobleman, denting his breastplate severely and throwing him to the floor. While the incident was swept under the rug, the peasant-soldiers of Lord Aldebrand Schulz told the story about the little demon who defeated the stuck up nobleman to each other for years.
After the duel Arno had gained a bit of a reputation. He was given leadership of a group of soldiers by the Knight in charge of the section that Arno was in. Fifty soldiers, hand picked, armed to the teeth and armored from head to toe. They were called the Peasant Demons of Shulz by the other noblemen, a name they proudly accepted. The Peasant Demons were an elite group in Lord Aldebrand Schulz's warband, sent in from the flank to smash into the rear or side of the enemy army. Arno lead this group of elite soldiers for five years before he retired now 27 years old, a veteran soldier of countless battles, a master duelist, and an expert at war. That was two years ago, and now he lives in a small wooden house near a village, keeping his skills sharp and working as a hunter under an alias.


Changelog List
>1.1
>Fixed age discrepancy in History
>Added colors