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"Indeed, follow me I'll show you where your men can stay." Irve said, beckoning him on. Borthi and his men were all wearing thick furs to fight the cold and it looked as though some of them even draped furs over their horses where they could. Irve himself was wearing a black leather vest with a fur cloak, he never really minded the cold and was surprised Borthi did considering his Dwarven descent. Today wasn't really all that bad, the snow was only falling lightly and only an inch or so covered the ground.
They walked down one of the three main streets to get to find the guard's barracks. The building's they passed for the most part were stone on the lower floor and had high upper floors of wood and thatch roofs to keep in heat, and keep out rain and snow. The guard's barracks weren't any different, a long building with stone on bottom and wood and thatch on top, though this building was bigger than the others. Irve's men would be inside drinking by the hearth though several were outside wearing bits of studded leather or some of the plate armor they'd looted from guards during the battle, they were training with some of the swords Irve had found in the armory, though most were being reserved for when they marched he allowed them to practice with some that he'd had the town's blacksmith dull for them.
The men led their horses into the large wooden stables and locked their gates, then they proceeded into the hall, all but Borthi and Irve. "Care to go a few rounds?" Borthi asked Irve.
"I don't know if I-" Irve began, before Borthi tossed one of the dull blades off the weapon rack toward him, Irve instinctively caught it. "Nonsense, you probably need the practice after all that time off." Borthi said laughing as he through a wooden shield on the ground in front of him.

30-Jun-2012 00:39:58

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Irve picked up the shield and said "Alright Dwarf." to which Borthi feigned insult. Borthi ran toward Irve before he could enter his combat stance and tried to bring his blade up diagonally from Irve's left. He dodged it easily enough and brought his blade up and lightly whacked Borthi's back with it. "Is that all you got?" asked playfully. Irve had been trained with a sword by Merlon when he was very young, and Merlon had been trained by some master before that, he had taught Irve how to be quick and sudden rather than powerful, though he was powerful anyway.
Borthi turned quickly bringing up the blade toward Irve's neck, laughing as he did it, but Irve brought his sword up in front of him, deflecting the blow, the steel sang as it hit. When Borthi recuperated he tried to strafe to Irve's right and bring his blade up toward his armpit but Irve was able to block it with the shield, and he was glad because Borthi had thrown a lot of strength into the swing, it splintered the shield in one place. Just as Borthi's sword hit Irve's shield he thrust his own blade forward into Borthi's chest, he must have hit harder than he thought because just as the blade hit Borthi's heart he fell to the ground and dropped his own sword and shield.
"God's you're good." Borthi called as he stood up, picking up his sword.
"Thank you, Mer-" Irve started when Borthi tried a shield bash, Irve smiled at the futile attempt to fool him and threw up his shield to meet Borthi's. As the two shields hit each other it sent a jolt up Irve's arm and Borthi tried to jab his blade into Irve's upper chest, but once again Irve parried it away. For a while they met each other blow for blow, steel sang throughout the yard, Irve noticed that some of the other men had stopped their own fighting to watch them, no doubt interested in Irve's finesse and unique form of fighting.

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Borthi kept on quickly swinging at Irve, but Irve was quicker, a swing to the left, a parry down low, a shield bash to the right. The fight persisted for a long time and Irve's arm's were beginning to ache. Finally Borthi made another mistake, he left his shield at his side and tried to swing down onto Irve's shoulder, but a quick dodge to the right and Irve was out of the way, bringing his own blade up to Borthi's eye level. "I think we can both agree that I've won, dwarf." Irve said happily. Borthi just laughed and went to put his sword back onto the rack.
Irve followed him and set his own sword down, and his shield next to it. He and Borthi spent that night in the Guard's barracks, joking and drinking and singing, they went very well together. And in a few day's Raylov would be arriving and they could ride out to the standing stones and decide who would lead.
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Chapter five: Yorlede
He stood at the town's entrance, admiring his work. The battle for the town had gone so well, they had only lost about nine or ten men. The knight of tears was absent, as was that hell-spawn of a Dwarf, but Robyk was here. He had wasted no time with him either, as soon as the bodies were cleared from the street's he'd strung him up. Now Robyk's lifeless body was hanging from the branch of a great oak tree standing guard at the beginning of the town's main road. Yorlede hadn't even changed out of his armor, he was too excited to see the outlaw that held him captive hang and rot.
It had only been two but the crows had already had at his face, they had pecked away his eyes and one was perched on shoulder even now chewing on his lips. Yorlede couldn't help but smile and the sight of the patched of missing skin and all. It's better than you deserve, traitor, Yorlede thought to himself. "I've sent a group of scout's to find Ser Cry-Baby and the Dwarf." Yorlede heard someone say, upon looking he saw Stavi behind him.

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"Why are you reporting to me?" Yorlede asked Stavi who was, as of four days ago, a higher rank than him.
"I'm not reporting to you, I'm only telling you as a courtesy because I can't revoke your knighthood. Tell me what kind of knight gets overrun by these men? They fought like dying ducks." Stavi said, apparantly still angry about Yorlede's capture. Yorlede didn't answer him, instead he just turned back to watch Rob sway gently with the bird's on his shoulders. "You've got the third watch." Stavi said, then Yorlede heard his armor click and clank as he walked away.
Yorlede decided to walk back to the barracks and get some sleep before his watch, he turned back down the street. Dark stains could be seen in the dirt road, Yorlede didn't know if they were there as remnants from the rain or from the blood. It made no matter, Yorlede's prize was given and his goal fulfilled, now he'd set his eyes on his former master, the Knight of tears, the one who ran, Ser Valtir. If the outriders brought word of him; or even better, him in the flesh, Yorlede wouldn't let anyone stop him from cutting off his head himself, Stavi had better know to stay back when Valtir was brought back, when Yorlede got mad enough his rage was palpable and he may well kill Stavi for getting in the way. He hoped it wouldn't come to that, he didn't want to be labeled an outlaw like these brigands he'd spent the last few weeks fighting.
He found the barracks, as usual men were outside sparring, and song's could be heard from the inside, for once Yorlede thought he may actually like to join in with them. Once he'd decided he would the prospect no longer seemed appealing to him, so he just walked by them into the next room and sat down on one of the beds. Before he knew it he was on his back with his furs covering him him, drifting off to sleep all snug and content with himself.

30-Jun-2012 05:52:26

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Yorlede woke up not an hour prior to his watch, he rolled out of bed and wiped the sleep from his eyes. Then called in his squire, Andrew, to help him in donning his armor. He slid on a plain long sleeved cloth tunic and breeches before his plate, then as Andrew started clipping and buckling the breastplate together he held the front half for him. Then Andrew did the same for his greaves, Yorlede also had him put plate boot's on his feet, and wore mail gauntlet's to provide a big more agility with his sword and shield. He also donned a white cloak with a wolf head on it, signifying that he was a knight of Ornica, if his silver armor didn't already do that, and a halfhelm with a nose-guard.
He buckled on his swordbelt on his own and dismissed Andrew. He pushed open the door to enter the main room, he found different men doing the same thing now. He shoved past them, his hand on his swordbelt as he walked out into the street. Night air filled his lungs, and he started on his watch. He walked down the street past the place where he'd found the dead guard the night he first came here, he never had found the man who truly killed him, but Valtir was a good scapegoat for it. He stopped at the end of the street to give Rob's body another look, moonlight barely illuminating his corpse.
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(I know that chapter was quite short, I didn't have anything important to say besides what happened to Robyk)
Chapter six: Vaylar
It was early in the morning when they woke him up. The sun had barely began to peak over the horizon and the chill he felt in the air went all the way down to his bones. He had dressed excellently to receive the news, black finery with a black cloak trimmed with crimson and a ceremonial sword at his hip. He had four knights surround him as he walked down the corridor as well, for a more intimidating effect, one to each side of him and to the front and back. Ser Raynald was in the lead.

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They entered the throne room and the convoy of knights surrounding him dispersed one by one as he neared his high lord's seat, which would momentarily become his throne. He sat down, displaying excellent posture, then his steward began to speak. "My lord Worrik, I present to you Ser Adam of Iverst." The old steward said. He was wearing scratched up old grey steel armor with a strap across his chest buckled in the front, keeping his hand and a half sword on his back. His armor seemed to be devoid of any glinting or shine, too caked in dirt and dulled by use, more places were dented and scratched than not.
He had been standing in the front of the big crowd to avoid having to wade through a sea of people. Ser Adam knelt when he reached the throne, his fist found his heart. "Rise, Ser." Vaylar said in a tone just higher than a whisper, trying to conceal his excitement. The knight rose. He slid a brown satchel from behind his back around to the front of his waste and unfastened the button holding it closed.
He reached in and pulled out a shining crown.
He held the magnificent chunk of gold, the circle had spikes the shape of swords jutting up all around it, each one had a different gemstone inlaid in it. He had a hand on each side of it as he slowly ascended the steps, Vaylar stood and watched the knight. When he reached the top he handed the crown gently to Vaylar, who took it in both hands as well. The knight receded down the steps. When he reached the bottom, the four knights who had escorted him; no doubt the only knights in the room, came to his sides. They all pulled out their longswords and knelt, save for Adam who had a hand a halfer, he knelt and awkwardly held the hilt of his blade though it was much higher than the other knights swords.
Vaylar closed his eyes and eased the crown slowly onto his head.

01-Jul-2012 01:58:53

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Vaylar descended his steps to where the knights were kneeling. He grabbed the hilt of one of the knight's swords and lifted it. He walked to the end of the line of knights and touched all of the knights in turn on the shoulders, re-knighting them as royal knights of Survet. He went back to his throne and sat. "Rise." All of the knights rose. "Ser Adam, are you the one who slayed Aenis?" Vaylar asked.
"I am your grace." the knight said bowing his head.
"Then you must be rewarded. Tell me, what is it you wish; if it is within my power I shall grant it." Vaylar said, trying to sound kingly.
The knight had to think on that for a moment. "Your grace, I may ask anything?" the knight asked, sounding hopeful. Vaylar nodded to him once. "Then, your grace, my wish is Ornica." Ser Adam said. Vaylar was shocked, he'd not expected that. He'd hoped to wed his daughter to some southern lordling and put him in Ornica, at least keeping one of his own there. But maybe there was a way..."You may have Ornica Ser. If you wed my daughter. I do not care which one you choose." Vaylar said smugly.
"I would love nothing more than to marry princess Roseline your grace." The knight said, and it was done. Vaylar spent the day preparing the wedding of his eldest daughter to the new lord of Ornica.
He had ordered that the wedding take place in the great hall of his own castle, and that over nine hundred guests be invited. His daughter had showed nothing but love for her betrothed, and Vaylar couldn't tell if it was out of true passion or duty. Maybe both, Adam was handsome though he was a bit of a hard man to wed a girl like Roseline. She was soft and had long red curls in her hair, pale skin and brown eyes. Adam was of the same color hair with green eyes, no doubt their children would be beautiful though Adam if Adam is as rough in private as in public Vaylar could only feel bad for his daughter.

01-Jul-2012 02:16:34

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Two weeks later after the wedding the party was even grander than the event. They had set up five huge trestle tables inside the hall, and more in the courtyard. They served seventeen courses of food and had ten great musicians singing and playing harps and lutes. Vaylar sat patiently on his throne waiting until the food was gone. When the dances came his daughter and Lord Adam had their first dance, than other couples joined in. As a courtesy Vaylar danced through two songs with his queen, not long after that he'd noticed she'd finished a bit of food from every course, the whale.
He also danced with all three of his daughters, Roseline came last so he could spend some time with her, talking. "Be truthful my dear, are you happy?" Vaylar asked sweetly.
"I am, father. Adam is so kind to me." She said, a big smile on her face the entire time.
"You're very beautiful today Rose, I'm sure Adam is pleased with this match as well." Vaylar said as they finished their dances. Vaylar also, as a courtesy again, danced with Lord Adam's younger sister, Ryna. She was very graceful on the dance floor and was as beautiful as her brother was strong and handsome. Binding his own family with theirs was no doubt a good call.
When finally the procession ended he went straight to bed, worn out from all of the dancing he'd had to do. When he awoke the next day he broke fast with Roseline one more time as he'd done when she was a young girl, then kissed her and saw her off to Ornica with her new lord husband. My daughter is now Lady Valten, he thought as he walked back into his hall to hold court.

01-Jul-2012 02:37:41

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Chapter seven: Valtir
The skies were overcast, the only hint of the sun was the bright circle shining behind the clouds. The wind was blowing fiercely as well, Valtir had made sure to stay to the side of his horse that shielded him from it. He'd given up his horse to a woman he'd picked up with the highwayman he met, she was pregnant and due to give birth soon so he'd saw it unfit to make her walk whilst he rode comfortable on his horse. He'd also given her his sleeping furs to wrap herself in as they rode to keep warm.
The outlaw she was with, the one who'd tried to rob him on the road, was named Kyle. Once valtir had spent the night with him chatting he'd learned much about the man that he never would have assumed if they had not spoken so long. Kyle was an arrow Fletcher before the civil war, Once a host of the dead Lord Silmi's men came through and raided his village he'd lost everything and turned to banditry to feed his friends and family.
They found the town after three days of traveling, the place must have lacked for bells because they used a war horn to signify that friends were entering. The shabby palisade gate opened just as they reached it and a man stood in the entrance wearing leather clothing and a nice fur cloak, next to him was a dwarf with a great braided beard. The man had fine short hair where as the dwarf had a thick, wild head of hair to match his beard. Exact opposites, Valtir thought chuckling once to himself.
"Name yourself." The man said as Valtir passed through the palisade.
"I am Ser Valtir, sworn sword to Ser Robyk, I believe you know him." Valtir said helping the woman off his horse. Another Dwarf walked up next to the first, he actually had only a shadow of a beard, and was yet another opposite in the group, this one was short and swarthy with a mace on his back rather than a blade.

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"Valtir." The second dwarf said, then Valtir realized it was Raylov. "Why have you come?" He asked. Valtir looked at the man, "Ah I see, you must be Ser Irve, and Ser Borthi. I apologize Raylov but my friends and I are very wary, perhaps after some rest I can explain to you all that has happened." Valtir said, his feet ached from all of the walking and no doubt Kyle and his friends' did as well.
"Very well." Said Irve. "Raylov, Borthi, and I shall hold a council a mile north of here in the morning. Ride with us and speak." Irve finished, then walked away without giving Valtir time to respond.
Raylov led Valtir and his men to the square. "We're all out of beds in the guardhouse but your men and women can take refuge in some of these houses, I'm sure the residents won't mind." Raylov said.
Valtir ended up staying with a family of three, a man, a wife, and a daughter all in a three room house. He'd wasted no time going to sleep and when the morning came he'd gone to the armory at first light to find himself some new gear to replace what he'd lost. The snow was falling lightly, though it was thick enough on the ground to crunch under his boots as he walked. He mumbled little complaints about it under his breath. When he inhaled through his nose the icy air stung, but somewhere within it he smelled good smells, A roast cooking inside one of the houses, or some fresh bread at the bakery as he passed by.
He got into the guardhouse to find everyone asleep, or passed out from drunkenness, it made no matter. He slipped into the armory and started searching for equipment. He managed to find an intact suit of silver knight's armor. He had brought Kyle with him just in case of this very event. He had slid on one of the thinner mail shirts and then had Kyle help buckle on the knight's platemail. Breastplate, Greaves, and boots. He only wore leather gloves to give him more flexibility with his sword, a trick he'd once taught to Yorlede near a year before.

01-Jul-2012 04:04:39

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