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Savor 1, 730 - At Olokand

Postby Matt » Thu May 18, 2006 8:31 am

The morning of the new month dawns with a low fog drifting off the Kald, but with a brightness behind it promising clear sun when it burns off. Indeed, the day is warm, and should be one of those rare autumn days that seems like summer.

The warband slept well in their beds, grateful for the respite from the hard trail. It would not do to get too used to this comfort, but it serves as a wonderful restorative when needed. One of the inn's apprentices knocks gently on each door, and has brought a basin with cool water fresh from the river for ablutions. The warband looks a bit confused for a moment, and Laenvan, laughing - he seems lighter on his feet this morning - splashes some on his face and grabs at the cloth the boy holds out. Soon the the warband descends to the common room.

There are few overnight guests of the inn these days - a few who never made it home last night snooze in the corners, soon to stagger away, more than one with a hand pressed to his temple - so the warband has the room much to themselves. A hot meal is brought: meat pies and hard-boiled eggs. There is fresh bread and tangy cheese, butter and even a bit of honey. Small beer serves as a libation.

As the meal winds down, the front door opens, and an armed knight strides in. A man of perhaps thirty, lean under his helm and mail, and a bastard sword girt upon his belt. He stops before the table where the warband is seated.

"Good day," he says. "I am Sir Hearn of Gravelyn. My Lord, the Sheriff of Meselyneshire would have you attend him in the castle." He smiles wolfishly. "I have an escort awaiting in the yard."
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Postby Laenvan Hawkeye » Thu May 18, 2006 12:26 pm

Before anybody can say a word Laenvan clears his throat, stands up and makes an acomplished bow. "My lord Haern, Lord Igon of Seld is flattered by the attention and honour you give him by having come yourself to escort him. Of course we will follow such a nice invitation... as soon as my lord decides so." With his last words he positions himself between the selds and Sir Hearn with a charming smile and open hands...
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Postby Igon Seld » Thu May 18, 2006 4:38 pm

Igon smiles and stands, stepping in front of Laenvan.

"Sir Haern, I am Igon Seld. My companions and I will of course attend your lord in his castle, as we have planned to do so after breaking our fast. If he has time for us now, so much the better. Lead on."
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Postby Laenvan Hawkeye » Thu May 18, 2006 5:34 pm

With a bow Laenvan leaves the place to Lord Igon and follows him, always a bit back on his left side...
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Postby Matt » Thu May 18, 2006 6:46 pm

Sir Hearn inclines his head politely. "I'm pleased to see you planned such a call - it speaks well of you. Naturally, you will understand that I cannot allow you to appear armed before my Lord Sheriff. I shall personally pledge the safety of your arms, but naturally, small arms like daggers are not included. If you prefer to leave the rest here, Haselun will answer with his life for their safekeeping."
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Postby Jorst Seld » Thu May 18, 2006 7:33 pm

"Certainly, Sir Hearn, as you request." Jorst says as he hands over his weapons less his Keltan.
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Postby Igon Seld » Thu May 18, 2006 8:46 pm

Igon nods.. "Of course Sir." and then hands Icehammer over to the care of haselun. "Look after master Haselun. It has been in my family, past from father to son for some time."
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Postby Matt » Thu May 18, 2006 9:02 pm

Haselun looks concerned, perhaps even afraid. It's clear he had no expectation of this! Yet, he manages to stammer out a promise of safekeeping, all the while holding Ice Hammer as if it were a precious, dangerous object. Which, of course, it is ...
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Postby Jorst Seld » Thu May 18, 2006 10:15 pm

Watching as each of the warband hands over their weapons to the security of Haselun. Once it is complete Jorst says "Well Sir Hearn, if there be no other business let us not keep your Lord waiting." As Jorst motions to the door of the inn.
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Postby Vagnar Granier » Fri May 19, 2006 11:32 am

Vagnar Granier, physician-surgeon and sometime traveller, and I shall be delighted to meet the Sheriff, at his convenience naturally.

Vagnar finishes one last bit of bread and honey while the others hand over their weaponry. :lol:
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Postby Dragoran Shengaad » Mon May 22, 2006 3:43 am

Holding his staff in the crook of his arm, Dragoran strolls past Sir Hearn. Whilst doing so, he looks Hearn in the eye, then moves his gaze upon all members of Sir Hearns Party.
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Postby Matt » Mon May 22, 2006 10:20 am

Before Dragoran can "stroll" past, Sir Hearn points to the staff and says, "That too is a weapon and must be left behind." Dragoran hesitates for a moment, but finds he must comply, however reluctantly, as the rest of the warband has already disarmed.

With that, the warband files out of the inn to find ten light footmen waiting in the courtyard. Armed with spears and roundshields, each man also has a steel pot helm and a ring byrnie. They're drawn up in an efficient line, and fall in, five on either side of the warband, as Sir Hearn leads the way.

As the group emerges from the inn, the castle looms ahead. No flags fly from its towers and battlements, but sentries can be seen on the parapets. To the south, there is a large square in which vendors of all kinds are setting up stalls and unloading goods in preparation for market. Though not a city, Olokand is bustling with activity, but not so much that passersby don't send nervous glances at the soldiers escorting such fierce looking men. Sir Hearn from time to time is forced to admonish more obvious gawkers to "make way" or "stand aside." Guild signs - recognizable throughout Harn - can be made out as the warband passes - a clothier, a mason, a weaponcrafter, a tentmaker. Just before the castle, a miserable-looking miscreant languishes in the stocks, his face bruised from either a beating or a pelting or both.

The main gate of the castle is protected by five, stout towers. Two flank the gate while three more project south on a wing, protecting the town from attack across the bridge, but also making the approach to the gate a killing field. Each gate has a pair of sentries, but Sir Hearn and the warband pass without challenge. Inside the bailey, the warband spies three large grain silos, and several workshops including a weaponcrafter. Sir Hearn leads them around the keep and up a narrow stairway to the main door of the castle.

Two more sentries man this entry, protected by a thick portcullis and a cramped inner room covered by numerous arrow slits. A heavy oaken door opens into the keep itself, and through another door. This room has a curtained off area to the right and storage to the left. A circular staircase leads up at the far end, where they follow Sir Hearn up a level. Here there is another room with a curtained off area, and two sentries guarding a door at the far end. The make way for the party, and the warband enters into the Great Hall of the castle. Large, with alcoves, a staircase at the far end, a huge fire pit in the center, and a massive chandelier hovering over it. There are no tables or benches in the hall, though many can be seen stored in a far alcove. On the dais, sits a throne, behind which is a large tapestry depicting the arms of the King of Kaldor - a gold acorn on a black field, with two horses for supporters and a red gryphon crest. Under the arms is written the motto, "To Govern with Perfection Is to Rule Forever." [GM: Dumb motto.] Just before the dais is a single well-made oaken chair. Several servants are attending to chores in the hall, and as the escort moves to take positions on the sides, Sir Hearn calls over to one of the servants and whispers something to him. The young man scurries off towards a nook on the western side.

Sir Hearn gestures to the warband. "If you would come here and stand in front of the fire, we shall await my lord Sheriff."
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Postby Jorst Seld » Mon May 22, 2006 6:18 pm

"As you wish, Sir Hearn." Jorst replies as he moves in front of the fire enjoying the warmth it gives off.
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Postby Matt » Wed May 24, 2006 10:04 am

There is not too long to wait. Coming from the same direction the servant left, a man, tall for a southron, enters the hall. He is not young - late-fifties perhaps, yet though his black hair and beard are streaked with gray, he retains a vigor one associates with a younger man. His tunic is a pleasing shade of blue, trimmed in silk, and is well-tailored. However, the sword at his waist, sheathed in a worn leather scabbard, attests that this is no dilettante. Without speaking, he walks over to the chair at the foot of the dais, and sits in it. Not a handsome man, he regards the warband with a cold stare. After a few minutes, another man enters the hall, and sits down on the edge of the dais, not too close to the chair.

Hand on the hilt of the sword, the man speaks. "I am Sir Maldan Harabor, Sheriff of Meselyneshire and Constable of Olokand. I have been told that a group of Orbaalese huscarls has come into my town, and now I see it is true. Who speaks for you, and what is your business here?"
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Postby Igon Seld » Wed May 24, 2006 1:47 pm

Igon takes a firm step forward and bows. In a clear and calm voice...
"My Lord, I am Igon Seld of Clan Seld. My companions and I have been sent by the Princes Raabaas & Meraag Taareskeld of Geldeheim to seek an audience with your King. We are acting as ambassadors for the crown of Orbaal. As for our business here, we are taking advantage of civilization in your fair town after a hard journey on the road before we continue to Tashal."
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Postby Matt » Wed May 24, 2006 2:12 pm

"Ambassadors, is it?" says Harabor, stroking his bearded chin. "Then you no doubt have credentials." He gestures to Sir Hearn, who turns to Igon expectantly.
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Postby Igon Seld » Wed May 24, 2006 4:09 pm

"Of course My Lord"... Igon pulls out the letter of commission given to him by the Prince Meraag through Bjan. "This is the commision given unto me by my Lord Prince to give to King Haldan."
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Postby Matt » Fri May 26, 2006 8:46 am

Sir Hearn takes the commission, handing it to Harabor. He reads the document carefully, not looking up as he does so. Minutes pass. At one point, Harabor brings the document very close and appears to be examining the seals. Eventually, he hands it back to Sir Hearn who hands it back to Igon.

"It appears genuine, although I don't recognize the seals themselves. Before I let you pass on to Tashal - with an escort, of course - I will put some questions to you. It is well-known that you Ivinians in Orbaal have had trouble this year. King Alegar seized Leriel for reasons that are ... murky. Then, Lorkin flares up into rebellion as a well-organized - there's a contradiction - band of Jarin storm the castle. This much the merchants and travelers of the Fur Road have known. Yet here you are - in all appearance an official embassy. Tell me - why did King Alegar take Leriel? And what of the rumor of a major battle somewhere near Geldeheim? A battle against the Jarin that you lost?"
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Postby Igon Seld » Fri May 26, 2006 9:39 am

"My Lord, I'm not one to question my King's actions or reason for doing so, but the attack Leriel was in response to the treasonous actions of the Jarin there. They decided that it was in their best interest to throw their lot in with Arren... they were wrong. The other battle you speak of was near Fjaga, in which we found ourselves against Thardic Legions lead by Arren himself. They had taken Tandir with the help of the Jarin, and marched south to meet us as we headed back north to stop them. We failed."
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Postby Matt » Fri May 26, 2006 10:53 am

Harabor looks thoughtful for a moment. "That's an interesting tidbit I'd not heard. If the Jarin of Leriel threw in their lot with Tharda, then that means King Arren must have been in contact with them many months before - perhaps for years. And if they took another castle with the help of the Jarin it sounds like you've underestimated how much your subjects hate you. It's also clear that Tharda's not on a viking raid." Harabor regards the warband, seeming to look each man in the eye. He nods.

"Tell me more of the battle of - Fjaga? How did King Arren defeat you? And this commission - it's from princes. What has become of King Alegar?"

[GM: I like this:]
Igon Seld wrote:"My Lord, I'm not one to question my King's actions or reason for doing so, but the attack Leriel was in response to the treasonous actions of the Jarin there. They decided that it was in their best interest to throw their lot in with Arren... they were wrong.

[And so is this bit of information. I wonder what Harabor will do with it? :twisted: ]
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Postby Igon Seld » Fri May 26, 2006 1:45 pm

** Player Note - Most of this has been quoted from the "Battle of Fjaga" but changed to suit Igon's point of view and to leave out some things the Kaldorian noble need not know



"It is a long tale My Lord, but if you wish to hear it I will endeavour to be quick about it."
Taking a breath and pausing for a second to consider his thoughts, Igon begins...

"News reached us after we took Leriel. When the word came that Bjan Verakaar had raided Geldeheim, seized ships, and then returned to Tandir, King Alegar ordered the bulk of his forces to return to Geldeheim
for he would punish Tandir once and for all. Upon arriving in Geldeheim, he learned that he would not be facing the Verakaar - they had been utterly defeated - by the forces of the King of Tharda. Perplexed, but
undeterred, he determined to regain control of the Akag peninsula - so close to his stronghold and primary strength. He called together his war council, including his sons Meraag, Raabaas, and Alegar, and the lords
of Vaagel, Fjaga, Ebein, Aaldem, Daagen, Tawheim, and Zynholm. They all agreed that it would be intolerable for Alegar to permit this insult, and that the army must engage the enemy as soon as practical."

"On the morning of the 17th of Azura our army emerged from the Hjael Pass, marching towards Fjaga just as the fog burned off. To our surprise, we found the army of the King of Tharda arrayed against us, blocking
the head of the pass. We could exit the pass unhindered, but could not proceed further. King Alegar was incensed. He thought that these upstart southrons had no business intervening in his kingdom, especially at
this time when the Jarin had once again risen against the proper order of things. What was more interesting is how the southrons found out we were marching there. it was the opinion of Bjan Drogo that Arren was employing foul witchcraft."

I led the Seld warband and stood near to the King under the command of Prince Meraag. As part of the army of the King, our Clan had been through much. Called together months before to punish the Jarin of
Leriel who were defying the royal will, they had seized Pethwys and invested Leriel. After months of siege, the Jarin in Leriel had run out of water, and the craven Jarin lords had slipped away under cover of darkness.

King Alegar had left his kinsman Hunris Hamarkel, the Valhakar of Shien to hold these castles and marched his army back to Geldeheim to face the threats to his rear. Our King smiled grimly. “Look,” he said to us
that stood near, this foolish young King has put his head in the noose. If he were more experienced, he would have corked us up in the pass behind us. Instead, he’s let us come through and deploy. Even so, we
yet hold the high ground. Look how this valley slopes gently down - we shall have the advantage in the attack. The foothills protect our position, but the field is exposed. I did not expect battle here, but this is ground I will accept.”

We could not believe that the Thardic King would allowed us to deploy, nearly 160 huscarls and 500 light foot, with almost a fifth of the light foot archers. We did not know what numbers were arrayed against us,
but we were certain that our troops, inspired by the Ljarl, would prevail. Our King called his senior commanders together and they surveyed the Thardan forces. A line of medium foot stretched across the front rank, perhaps three or four deep. Behind them at to either flank could be seen hundreds of archers. On a slight rise, the King of Tharda and his nobles waited, attended by no more than forty mounted knights. Nearby, clearly in reserve, more infantry - well armored - waited."

Igon pauses a moment then continues... "this part was told to me by Bjan after the battle, as I was too far to hear his words..."

[ King Alegar turned to Bjan Drogo and the Valhakar of Vaagel and mused, “Not many horsemen. We had been told the Thardans had many horsemen. And what of that infantry they hold in reserve - they seem
better armed than those in the line.”

“The standards proclaim the First Legion, my King,” replied Drogo. “They say they are the elite of the Thardan troops. When we defeat them, we shall have repulsed the best the Southrons have.”

“Without horse, they will have no choice but to engage us,” said Lord Vaagel. “The infantry are no match for our warriors.”

“Yes,” agreed Alegar. “Keep the archers and light horse in reserve, order the clans forward. Let Prince Raabaas command the attack and Prince Meraag the reserve. We shall engage the Southrons directly. Bjan I tell you, by the end of this day we shall have that whelp’s head on a spear.”]

Igon shakes his his head... "We were so confident, and so foolish... we did not respect Arren's abilities, if we had, a different plan might have succeeded."

"The fog had now burned completely off, and the sun stood high in the sky that day. As the army of Tharda stood athwart the mouth of the pass, we marched forward to contest. As we moved into position, and began
to beat our spears upon their shields. Battlecries rose up from our ranks which were terrifying in their savagery. I noticed that soldiers of Tharda’s I Legion stood in their ranks, silent, and in good order. Then, as war chant died down, the young King Arren II rode forward to the front of his troops. We could not hear his words, but after a few minutes, the cry was heard across the field: Arren, Arren, ARREN, ARREN, ARREN!
As the legionnaires reached a crescendo, they raised their swords and cheered their King who turned to face the our line.

At this moment, Raabaas gave the signal to advance, the host moved across the field. Prince Raabaas commanded the center, the Valhakar of Vaagel commanded the right, and the Valhakar of Ebein commanded the left. . The troops of the Valhakars of Aaldem and Daagen were held in reserve under the command of Prince Meraag along with the bulk of the bowmen. My Clansmen chafed to move forward, discontented to be part of the reserve. For Prince Raabaas would no doubt make short work of the southrons and leave no glory for the rest. Our horns sounded, and Raabaas charged the field. At once, they came under fire from the Thardan longbowmen. Volley after volley rained down on the charging men, decimating their dwindling ranks with each set of loosed arrows. We knew they had to cross the field as quickly as possible to avoid the shafts of death being loosed by the Thardan bows. The Thardan medium foot held their ground, spears at the ready, until our troops were nearly upon them. Then they charged, spears forward, and engaged the Raabaas's line. The melee was bloody and close, with each side giving no quarter. The Lord of Ebein’s forces were especially mauled.

My clansmen and I watched with horror as the attack of Prince Raabaas was repulsed.“Order the reserves forward. Now!” Came the cry.... And then Prince Meraag gave the signal and we marched forward to reinforce his brother."

"Jorst Seld, a huscarl of the clan and my cousin (Igon points out Jorst) helped me lead our clansmen as my second. As the senior clansmen, it was my duty and honor lead them into battle. As we crossed the field, several of the clan’s light foot had been cut down by the Thardan archers, but the bulk of the Selds made it to engage the enemy. Ulauf Seld and Laenvan Hawkeye (Igon again points to his friends in turn) attempted to use their bows to support the clan and fight as a unit as their kinsmen fought, but it was difficult. Sword and axe flashed repeatedly and the cries of the dead and dying could be heard over the sound of battle... we
acquitted ourselves but were badly outnumbered. The slight height advantage the gentle slope gave us didn’t seem to be effective. As the melee raged, the cry went up, horns were blown, and then we Selds looked west in dismay to see hundreds of Thardan knights charging the flank of the the King's army. Many broke through, and though Laenvan and Ulauf were sure they had unhorsed several knights with their arrows, they had to fall back under the weight of the onslaught."

"Suddenly, trumpets blared from the enemy line, and as the Thardan cavalry flanked us, the Thardan heavy foot moved forward from reserve to join the fray, halberds flashing redly. Our entire line began to collapse under the advance of the fresh troops. In the confusion, Laenvan here, saw the young King of Tharda himself move forward with his heavy infantry, and thinking to end this now, raised his bow and loosed an arrow. Arren II was less than a hundred yards away, golden crown on the brow of his great helm shining in the sun, and Laenvan saw him clearly. The arrow streaked true, but to Laenvan’s astonishment, King Arren seemed to perceive the flight of the arrow, and raised his hand. The shaft, on a deadly course, suddenly turned away harmlessly. Laenvan in shock tried to fire another arrow, but was forced to retreat by the advancing legionnaires before he could loose it effectively."

Igon smiles slightly.... "If Arren were but a mere man, instead of some Deryni witch, the battle would have been one with that bolt. As it is, Arren survived and we were now forced back, overmatched. A cry arose again, and we watched in as a group of Thardan knights broke from the main body and made for the position of King Alegar."

"Prince Meraag attempted to rally his men and interpose his force, but was pushed aside by the mounted Thardan knights. Bjan Drogo raised his sword to defend the King, but was surrounded and fell. King Alegar
tried to defend himself, but was captured by the knights of Tharda and carried off the field. At this, many of our forces broke and ran. The battle became a rout, and less than half of the King's troops made it back to Geldeheim. The light horse, held in reserve, valiantly tried to cover the retreat of the army, and were annihilated."

Igon again pauses as the grim memories push to the front of the line...

"The retreat itself was not arduous, but the shame was. The Army of Orbaal retreated in inverse of its advance, with the forces of Prince Meraag now in the lead, and the broken ranks of Prince Raabaas in the
rear. The forty or so Light Horse covered the retreat, and fought bravely as the Thardan knights overwhelmed them. Still, they sold their lives dear, and kept the Orbaalese forces from being overrun. As I remember, there was little talking in the ranks and a grim and bitter mood hung over all. All knew we had suffered a terrible defeat, and had lost our King. He had not gone down in battle, but had been ignominiously bundled onto a horse and taken behind Thardan lines."

"Our warband had fared comparatively well. Some of our light foot had been lost, but none of the huscarls and none of the close kin. Still, it was with dread that I approached Seldholm, and I thought that this was no time to face the Valhakar, my father. But our honor was in vengeance, and so we marched on. It was a tired, and demoralized army that arrived in Geldeheim late that evening. There had been no sign of pursuit from the victorious Thardans, and with pickets set, the army slept. Those that had shelter made for it; those that did not, slept under the stars on the Hagined Common. The Seld warband retired wearily to our clanhouse."

"Over the next week, more men trickled into Geldeheim. The casualties were high - of the 660 in King Alegar’s army, less than 300 remained. The light foot militiamen had taken it worst as they were relatively unarmored compared to the huscarls. The army had lost over half its archers, who had fought with sword and spear towards the end of the battle and had been run down by the knights. The huscarls hadn’t had nearly as many casualties, thanks to the mail or scale hauberks they wore, but only two of the horsemen had escaped the battle. They came later, bearing Bjan Drogo, wounded, but alive. Of the Lords Albyn Staeld of Fjaga and Taebaal Gydasael of Ebein there was no sign.

Lord Daasen of Daasen had been wounded, but had escaped the field. Men searched the camp for friends and family, clasping arms in silent relief when they found one, and others searching on fruitlessly. No one knew how many were dead, and how many had been captured. The next day the Princes held moot to decide on what course of action to be taken. Scouts were sent out to see what the Thardans were up to, and when all of them had returned and the information discussed, the Princes sent us forth to find troops and allies... for Arren is a conqueror, and he will not stop until he has all."
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Postby Matt » Tue May 30, 2006 8:50 am

Harabor nods grimly. "Sounds like the father," he mutters. "But you say 'if he were a mere man' but he is not. He is a boy who must live up to a famous father - not an easy thing I can tell you. And you shouldn't sound so bitter that he would employ magic in battle. He is not a man - he is a Deryni. He can be nothing else."

He sits back in the chair. For a moment, he looks much older than his - fifty, sixty? - years. Then he brightens. "But I do not think this news has reached Tashal. There's not a moment to lose." And amazingly, Harabor begins giving orders to Sir Hearn, the warband momentarily forgotten, for Sir Maldan, an escort, and the warband to leave for Tashal within the hour. By boat.
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Postby Jorst Seld » Thu Jun 01, 2006 5:04 pm

Once Sir Harabor has finished giving his orders Jorst says "With your permission Lord Sheriff, we should return to the Inn and collect our belongings."
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Postby Matt » Fri Jun 02, 2006 8:56 am

Harabor looks sour at the notion. "If you must," he says. He turns to the knight. "Sir Hearn, see to it. Bring them around to the first pier within the hour. The barge should be ready by then. Take your men."

Thus, escorted by Sir Hearn, the warband reverses its steps, and finds itself back at the Standing Bear with less than an hour to collect everything. Sir Hearn suggests a chest to hold their weapons, and the innkeeper obliges by producing one large enough to carry all but spears, staves, and longbows.

"I cannot allow you to travel armed," says Sir Hearn. "The chest we can take, but these others won't fit. Will you tender those weapons to my care, or will you leave one of your men behind until you return?"
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Postby Igon Seld » Fri Jun 02, 2006 10:28 am

Igon tuns to Sir Hearn in mild disgust...

"I do not understand why we must go forth like we are prisoners. We are not assassins! We are acting as ambassadors for our Lords!"

" Forgive me Sir, I hold you blameless. You are just following your Lords wishes, as it is your duty. I will give IceHammer to hold while we travel. Perhapes once we reach tashal and are allowed audiance with your King, we will be treated less as potential threats and more as potential allies."
"We must drive the evil from our lands!"
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