United Bretony: The Hills and the Highlands

Post » Tue May 17, 2011 1:43 pm

Court of Daggerfall
"Your Highness, I'm happy to state then that my attempt at hunting was interrupted by these two men, and I never succeeded in killing it. In order to show respect to this audience, I shall refrain from hunting in any regions owned by you or members of your court." Freas looked momentarily to his right at the guard who was watching over his presence, and could see the look of amusemant on his face at the king's annoyance with me. However this didn't bother Freas.

"I seek no reward from you, that is for sure. My concern is with this weapon the man possesses. Each of our weapons is named according to it's nature, and it's nature is a broad description of what it can do. This one's name is 'The Acquirer', for it can locate and obtain anything which exists and it sought after.
Clearly, the man wielding it is not powerful enough to control the weapon, but the person who gave it to him must have been very powerful, and must seek something within this city."

"If it were a simple assassination this man was after, he certainly wouldn't have gone so far as to use this weapon. . . your Highness."

"Sir, I suppose that these pawns have been sent here to steal something powerful, or valuable to this kingdom. The planned assassination of this man may just be a distraction, or to prolong the city guard being alarmed before these pawns can make it out of the city and into the forest at night."

"Even if these men fail at their mission, and this dagger is to exchange hands to one of your guard, they would be pushed to finish the mission themselves when the time is right."

Court of Daggerfall

Gothryd was, frankly, starting to get annoyed with this conversation. The way this man spoke, it could've seemed he was hiding a jar of magick in the basemant that could turn the tide of a war. The only thing that came to mind when thinking about importance were ledgers and other such documents of an administratiorial value; for some reason he didn't think these people were after a couple of dusty books of an enormous size. The only other things someone would want to steal from me are either gold - which I have plenty of, these strange elves would have to have several carts to put a serious dent into the budget of Daggerfall, or ceremonial items that can be replaced by forged ones quite easily with the resources of a king.

"Sir Masterhart, it would appear our concerns are not the same. The worst these gentlemer could do to me with this most unusual dagger would be stealing ledgers or gold; I somehow doubt a dagger as you described would be used for such a mundane purpose. My family does not have any heirlooms of power reaching beyond ceremony, and I am no Emperor to hide away Elder Scrolls and amulets that can decide the world's fate in my vaults. Unless this dagger is capable of stealing my very own mind, I would be forced to believe you are warning the wrong person. Though I thank you for a warning about what might in fact be an attempt on my life, even if only a cover, I would suggest you seek someone whose interests are not as mundane as those of a king."

"Unless, of course, you have a more specific concern from out of my worldly possessions," Gothryd rose an eyebrow. If the man did reffer to anything specific, it'd be most suspicious; it wasn't as if every Alcairian out there had a good idea about the possessions of the king of Daggerfall. "I would suggest you renew your search for the man threatened, sir Masterhart, as it is obvious your intentions are to try stop these elves. I can only wish you luck in that and ask if you have anything else to share with me, or would that be all."

I think I got a headache from all of this. I hate headaches... Sigh.

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Post » Tue May 17, 2011 2:58 am

OOC:

Update everyone. Ravanger is at a competition, will be back in a day or two. Some of you that haven't posted in the RP need to post, Jerod, Jonas. Kritikal hasn't been on, but he will come back I assume. If he doesn't, it's only an assassin. Although he was a good edition, we should be able to get along without his posting until further notice.

Also, I took the trebuchet out of the battle. I'm not using it. And Turpentine wasn't common in the middle ages. They used oils and stuff, so, you wouldn't have a lot of it, but I will take care of this in-RP. Here is the map of the area, constructed by me:

The Terrain:

http://www.majhost.com/gallery/Woolymammoth45/UNITED-BRETONY/first_siege_of_bhoriane_terrain.jpg

The First Stage of the Battle:

http://www.majhost.com/gallery/Woolymammoth45/UNITED-BRETONY/first_siege_of_bhoriane_stage_1.jpg


There was a map typo. I put 24 men deep for the heavies INSTEAD of 12...
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Post » Tue May 17, 2011 6:07 am

OOC: no ship combat in this post, but the post starts on ship and they are part of the post so here are two of the ship types.

Medium (40)

Trireme ? The Trireme has three rows of oarsmen on each side and three decks. The ship has 200 men, 170 are sailors and 20 are Marines 10 are Archers. This ship is 40 meters long and 6.5 meters wide. This ship has two sails, the main mast in the center and a smaller square rigged mast in at the bow. There is a wooden overhang at the stern for the Marine commander and Ship Captain. This ship has the same boarding equipment as the Bireme, but the Trireme is capable and most likely will ram its target.
Marine ? One iron short word, a 1 meter wooden oval shield, a leather cuirass with leather boots.
Archers ? light blue cloth clothing, yew long bows, and yew arrows.
Sailors ? brown sack clothing
Commanding officer rank - Commander

Heavy (10)

Quadrireme ? The largest ship, other then the flagship, built in the Daggerfall navy. The ship has two levels of oarsmen on each side, but still equaling twos rows, and four decks. The ship was 45 meters in length and 6.5 meters wide. The ship 200 sailors, 75 Marines and 25 archers equaling a crew of 300. This ship is still the two mast design same as the Trireme. The Quad is equipped with two large ballistae one on each side that is designed to fire a variety of projectiles. This ship also has a large wooden covering on the back of the ship for the command staff. The first deck is a crew quarters and armory, this his has the same boarding equipment.
Marines ? one iron short sword, one 1 meter wooden oval shield, leather cuirass, leather boots, and an iron helmet.
Archers ? light blue clothing, oak longbow, oak arrows
Sailors ? brown sack clothing
Commanding officer rank ? Captain



Ocean Cove

There was a full moon as the fleet approached the cove. It was more of an island with a cove attached to it. The island was lush with jungle flora and fauna except for a large rocky mountain and two high cliffs that embanked the only opening to the beachhead.

There was what looked like a beam of moon light illuminating a hole in the mountainside. Suddenly as the fleet approached the mouth of the cliffs the winds changed. Bass was standing on the bow of his flagship watching the island slowly creep toward him.

"Curse these winds. Lieutenant tell the ore master to increase speed, we've lost the wind," the young Lieutenant ran off toward the stairs that lead to the lower decks.

"Perfect night for a battle?" A familiar voice spoke behind him.

"I disagree Captain, there is something strange about this night. The air is far too bitter to be midnight. Ready your Marines to land as soon as we hit the beach."

"You think they will let us sail directly to land?"

"I do not think they will even be coherent enough to fight."

The gruff Marine commander chuckled at the remark, "We will be ready before we land." With that he too took his lead from the Navy Captain.

"Conn, signal the rest of the ships to prepare of an amphibious assault." Bass could hear the waving of the signal flags. "What are we getting ourselves into?" Bass thought as his ship passed between the cliffs.

------------Several minutes later---------------

The reinforced bows on the Tris and Quads, and the strength of the layers of ores give them the ability to beach themselves roughly five to fifteen feet into the sand, depending on the tide.

Bass was now located at the stern of the ship standing outside his quarters under the canopy. He was waiting for the ship to run aground so they could assault the pirate holdout. Bass closed his eyes and felt the breeze of the night's air blow over his face. Suddenly the ship jerked and the feeling of the ship's momentum coming to a complete stop rippled through the ship.

The sound of a sword being drawn from a metal scabbard could be heard by anyone in the vicinity, "For Daggerfall!" Bass yelled with his saber in the air.

Bass watched as the Marines of the triremes jumped over board because the ships where now only 10 feet off the ground and the sand was soft, his own Marines where rushing down the two ramps that where slung over the sides. Jumping over the sides was risky because the Quads where about 18 feet high.

When Bass reached the sand the most of the Marines where heading into the cave. He walked up to his Marine Commander, who was with Captain Arius, for a status report. "Well gentlemen what do we have?"

"Judging by the number and size of the ships they have here, I would guess they have around fifty to sixty men inside. That's a bit more then what we expected," Captain Arius replied pointing toward the cave.

"Sir, we have a total of 410 Marines between the thirteen triremes and both quadriremes. I have deployed half into the cave and the rest will remain for reinforcements."

"We should have the upper hand in numbers regardless. Let us head in," Bass said as he walked forward through the sand toward the cave, with sword in hand.

The Marine commander followed, his long sword drew, Captain Arius remained behind to watch for reinforcements by sea.

Captain sixtius walked through the cave corridor ever ready for anything. The area should have been cleared by the Marines as they first entered, but Bass did not see any signs of sentries. The two men continued to walk, and soon they heard the sound of battle in the foreground.

Moments after that they saw the bodies of two dead pirates, they where wearing cotton shirts and armed with cutlasses. sixtius exited the stone corridor into a large open room where he could see Marines and pirates engaged in combat. The Marines had the upper hand and from what Bass could see they where making short work of the pirates.

"Let's go find the leader," Bass said as he before he approached the fray.

As the two approached the kill zone they could see the most of the pirates had surrendered or been killed. "This was quick," The naval captain thought as he wadded through the men.

From what he could see a handful of the Marines where wounded, but he would not know the exact number until everything was over.

"Marine, where is the leader?" Baszone asked a wounded Marine, who was clutching an arrow in his stomach.

"Sir?he fled that way, we sent a squad after him."

"See if you can find anything from the surrendered. I will return with their leader," Baszone ordered his the Marine commander, and headed down the side passage.

There were a few dead pirates along the way and the corridor ended with a wooden wall and a sealed door with five Marines outside it.

"Sir, he went in here!" One of the Marines called out as soon as he noticed Baszone??
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Post » Tue May 17, 2011 3:54 am

OOC: This post is LONG overdue. Sorry, truly, for the wait.

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In the court of Koegria's great castle, which sits precariously atop a tall cliff, overlooking its pristine city from the slums that sit on the waterfront of the river to the great mansions on the eastern edge of the city, a council was being held between four of the wealthiest land-owners in the city. At the front of the fourteen foot long table, sat the Duke, Francis Nermarc. His fine robes and silver armor positively glistening in the light that shone upon them through the stained-glass windows and the light of the candles in the many chandeliers above them. The room was entirely made of white marble blocks, with sconces made of silver, tapestries of the finest silks hung above floor which was carpeted in rugs from Elsweyr and Morrowind. The chair upon which Francis sat was made entirely of gold, studded with jewels, and cushioned with fine leathers and cloth.

The men sitting at the table were his 3 generals, and a rival who wished to usurp Francis, and Francis knew this. The generals were all siblings, who came from a family that had long been allies of the Nermarc lineage. The oldest brother, Sampson Beneus, was a tall man who wore all black, complimenting his white beard and long shiny white hair. A scar running down his left cheek, all the way to his jugular. The second brother was Elton Beneus, a mage who wore a bright red robe, and a fur cloak made of a white bear hide. His hair was blond, golden in fact, a circlet of bronze sat on his golden scalp which complimented his fair complexion. The last sibling was a woman, Francis' wife, who was now veiled in a golden screen of silk, with only two eyeholes to see out of, her bright silver and gold rings and other jewelry nearly canceled out the splendor of her husbands armor and silks. Her dress was the deepest blue-green of the Illiac Bay, and her cloak which wrapped itself tightly about her shoulders was red.

The man who was out of place, in this hall of wealth, was Alfred Adamus Pecimus. He wore a full suit of ebony, his hair was a fiery red as was his thick handlebar mustache. This man was here on business about the mines outside of Koegria, of which he felt he was being cheated out of the lucrative trade of ore that Koegria was known for, diamonds. The man did indeed have a right to the mines, it was his father who had ordered the digging of them nearly twenty winters prior, but the Duke was the rightful ruler of Koegria, and therefore the land surrounding. Things were getting heated in the room, and soon they were about to get ugly.

"How dare you withhold the rightful assets of my family. You dishonor us and yourself by holding the mines for yourself and your cursed family!" Screamed Alfred, his face as red as his hair, and his gauntlet clad fists slamming onto the marbled table.

"Come now, Alfred. I took those mines four years ago, and I slew your bastard of a brother doing, if a man like me can take it by force, with half as many men as your pathetic rabble of militia, I think I should rightfully have claim to it. That being said, the profits in which Koegria is turning from the increased mining rates that I have reinstated are making us wealthier and more successful that you or your whole family could have ever dreamed. I gave you the keep which you now call home, not your father!" Francis was becoming more and more enraged at the insolence of Alfred's words.

The room grew quiet, and Francis stood, "My guards will show you out. This meeting is adjourned. Sampson, Elton, my love, will you join me in the study, we must discuss the new school being built, eh? Much more pressing than a whining man and a diamond mine." This last comment sent Alfred into a tantrum, he began cursing and spitting in his native Nordic tongue, and as a guard put his hand around his arm in order to steady him, Alfred drew his stiletto and rammed it into the guards throat.

"Seize him! Bring him to the dungeon, cut his legs off. I want him hung by hooks." The order was given and carried out so swiftly, it shocked even the two brother-generals, who had known Francis and his decisiveness all their lives. Alfred was carried through a secret doorway, his weeping dimmed now by 4 feet of solid steel that separated the room from the secret hallway leading into the dungeon.

"I apologize friends, now, may we convene elsewhere?" Taking his beloved by the arm, gently, he lead the 3 into the study. As if nothing happened, the now dead guard would be carried outside and put in the mausoleum. Alfred... who was Alfred? That would be a subject that would simply fade from the mouths and minds of the citizens of Koegria.
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Post » Tue May 17, 2011 2:02 am

Alarei stopped just outside the estate, it was the afternoon after his dispatch form the castle. This was surely to be interesting, as he dismounted the senche tiger he had with him. He opened one of the side packs that the large feline was carrying and removed a fresh set of clothing, part of a disguise. He changed right there and then, stripping down in the woods by the large feline and got into his new outfit. Slipping his tail down a pantleg to keep it out of the way for what he was about to do. It was a fine white silk shirt, black pants with a red stripe down each side and leather boots. The dark furred khajiit began to concentrate as he worked illusion magic. This was what he was made for, as he ran his paws up and over his face, and down his body, glowing alittle eerily at first as he took the illusionary form of a young male breton with night black hair. With a smile, Alarei applied some telvanni bug musk, something he brought with him from Morrowind and began to walk towards the Estate, carrying a small bag of provisions with him. Giving the look of a traveller. He approached the estate, looking at the people there, a few servants were working the fields, some were doing the gardens. he counted 10 just outside. Some looked at the handsome young breton that approached the door. Knocking politely. The door was answered by a rather striking young redheaded girl. "Hello there young Miss. I am here to see Lord Beris." Alarei said with a calm, collected and very confidant voice that carried a southern breton accent. The young girl looked up at him, smiling alittle "He is in. I will check if he is willing to take visitors, what is your name Sir?" she asked politely. "My name is Andrew Kazan." she smiled curtly and turned, closing the door once more and came back a few minutes later, opening the door and showed the imposter inside.

He walked in to find a much older breton sitting at a table, He motioned for Alarei to sit. After some introductions and a long conversation, since Alrei was straight to the point about why he was there. Proposing an alliance between his estate and those of the United Bretony. The conversation got alittle heated over some expensive wine, but sadly as Alarei had predicted, Jean Beris refused to sign with them. "...It is most unfortunate that you will not work with us.. We could have used someone like you Mr Beris. But.. if your not with us.. you..and everyone here are against us." he gently held a letter opener in one paw and got up "Mr Kazan, You will leave this-" Jean beris was cut short, as Alarei grabbed him from behind, holding him against the chair and slamming the letter opener up under his ribcage where the first four centimeters of the blade penitrated the heart. Little bloodshed, no sound, like a stiletto but somewhat shorter. Loud screams filled the estate as Alarei executed witnesses, mostly the male servants which dominated the place. He left the young redhead however, alone. She had hidden herself by a wine rack, while it was easy to see her between the bottles. He needed some witnesses. Slowly, he walked out, leaving the disturbing mess of death within the estate. Alarei had bolted out of the estate and into the woods, where any whom had been pursueing him were lost.

Washing the blood from his hands, Alarei removed the illusion over him and took a swim in a lake, needing to cool down and think. Re-attach his emotions to his mind, his soul to his body. It was another day before he returned to Daggerfall, he had a smile on his face, knowing full well that news of what happened would have spread fast through to daggerfall and its surrounds. His clothing was different to, back into something green this time.
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Post » Tue May 17, 2011 2:35 pm

Entrance, Camlorn Castle

It was a typical day as a castle guard. The Chancellor wasn't doing anything more than entertaining representatives and nobles. Occasionally a thief, usually bosmer, would inconspicuously try to slip into the Castle and steal the sea of golden treasure rumored to be possessed by the Chancellor. Of course this wasn't true as the castle guards knew the fortress from top to bottom and the treasury room certainly wasn't large enough to hold a sea. It was more than likely a tale told by beggars and bards within the poorer districts. While the change to democracy distributed power fairly, the wealth still belonged entirely to nobility.

Although today wouldn't be entirely uneventful. Striding toward the gates was a small party bearing the crest of Kambria. It had been awhile since Chancellor Idhdea held council with emissaries not under the domain of Camlorn. When the leader of the party reached the entrance he spoke, "I am Ambassador Jamison, hailing from the city-state of Kambria and speaking on behalf of her King Daric and the High Assembly and Archon Listien. I bring word for your leaders, concerning Kambria's position in United Bretony and as well as a few other matters that must be discussed privately."

One of the guards looked at the others for a second but then responded, "wait here. I will seek out the Chancellor and ask him if he wishes to welcome your request."

-----------------

The guard sent to receive an answer returned. Ignoring his companions the guard walked straight to Ambassador Jamison. "The Chancellor has granted you acquaintance and requests that you meet him in the Throne Room. I'll lead the way." He began stalk off down corridors expecting the Ambassador to follow. The Throne Room was well hidden in the Castle and it took an aware person to find it. After all, if it is too easy to find then the architect is more than welcoming a skilled assassin to set a trap. Finally the winding labyrinth of stone brick walls came to a dead end at the entrance of the Throne Room. "Here it is, I'll let Captain Marques handle the rest."

Captain Marques was clearly a guard of higher prestige just by his dress. He wore eloquent steel plate armor emblazoned with the Seven Swords of Camlorn insignia. "Welcome to Camlorn Castle! I highly suggest that you reveal and hand over any weapons of any sort before I allow you to advance into the room. It would make things a lot simpler for both of us."


OOC; Since this is actually a day later, lets just pretend I showed up on the third day and not the second, ok?


Jamison of Northpoint, Camlorn

Jamison stood calmly as the guard left him and his small group of hired men, looking around with mild interest at the castle. It was certainly larger than the small one in Kambria, and more lavishly decorated. His attention came back to the matter at hand as the guard from before returned, telling him he was allowed to come in. Jamison nodded curtly, and turned to his security force.

"Remain here." he said. "And don't touch anything." he added, looking at the large Nord of the group who sneered back at the man. The Ambassador followed the guard while the hired security walked over to a group of benched to wait their bosses return. He followed through a slightly confusing series of twists and turns, before coming to a door, which he guessed held the Chancellor.

Another guard came into view, as the original one departed and Jamison was asked to reveal any weapons. He chuckled, and gave himself a pat down. "I am a man of politics and words. Not of violence." he laughed. "I leave the dirty stuff to the four fine gentlemen out in your Entrance Hall." he said, throwing a wink towards the man.

He laughed at his own joke, and when he finished he nodded. "Unless you wish to inspect me yourself, shall we?" he said, gesturing to the door.
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"Unless, of course, you have a more specific concern from out of my worldly possessions," Gothryd rose an eyebrow. If the man did reffer to anything specific, it'd be most suspicious; it wasn't as if every Alcairian out there had a good idea about the possessions of the king of Daggerfall. "I would suggest you renew your search for the man threatened, sir Masterhart, as it is obvious your intentions are to try stop these elves. I can only wish you luck in that and ask if you have anything else to share with me, or would that be all."

I think I got a headache from all of this. I hate headaches... Sigh.


Court of Daggerfall

"I realize that this forewarning may seem rather strange, and I must be straight forward about this, but I'm not here to discover anything secret within the city."

Freas momentarily thought about the ways he could resolve this situation and yet still obtain the dagger. To Freas, it was more than important that this weapon not be allowed to be in the hands of anyone but someone within the order's union. It seemed however, that Gothryd was not going to take this matter seriously. Freas couldn't blame him only because he knew that Gothryd had no clue of the actual weight of the matter at hand. Another way had to be found in order to secure this weapon.

"Sir, then I apologize for disturbing you. It appears you can't conceive of anyone within Daggerfall who would be important enough to warrant an assassination involving this weapon, from an individual powerful enough to wield it and fight the control it delivers." Freas was struck with a great idea... something that just may ensure not only the king's safety this night, but the securing of this weapon too.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask a favour. One I deeply hope you grant." Freas readied for his request, weary of the outcome. After a brief moment, he spoke, "May I spend a night in a guestroom within the castle?"

Freas waited in anticipation of the king's response. Every single second which passed seemed like eons, and every heartbeat which drummed in his chest seemed to be played by The Nine.
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Post » Tue May 17, 2011 2:12 pm

Throne Room, Camlorn Castle

When Captain Marques had requested Ambassador Jamison to reveal any weapons the Kambrian had replied, "I am a man of politics and words. Not of violence. I leave the dirty stuff to the four fine gentlemen out in your Entrance Hall." The man chuckled and said, "unless you wish to inspect me yourself, shall we?"

The Captain stared rigidly at the Ambassador for a few seconds before saying anything. "If you are a diplomat then you have nothing to worry about whatsoever." His voice lowered knowing that the Chancellor would certainly not approve of what he was about to say. After all, it was the Chancellor's job to negotiate, the Captain's job was to protect the Chancellor. Any guest said to have no weapons was a huge threat in his mind.

He then continued. "However, if you are a disguised assassin then you have a lot worry about. Any attempt on the Chancellor's life will result in a guaranteed death, and those four fine gentlemen in the Entrance Hall will be tortured, interrogated, and then executed. Following that Peric Phand, Commander of the Camlorn Army, will march full speed to the city of Kambria. While the Kambrian Army is a fine military, it pales in comparison to the size, skill, and determination of our army. As soon as the city is captured it would be pillaged and looted before being burned to the ground. So if you are truly a diplomat then enter right ahead and ignore my babbling. But if you're an aspiring assassin then keep in mind what I just said before you take another step." Captain Marques then unlocked and opened the Throne Room door.

Inside the doors lay a rather unique room. Unlike most throne rooms, this one was asymmetrical. Upon entering, to the right laid four windows breathing in fresh spring air. In the center sat Chancellor Dandre Idhdea on a mundane throne. While it may be lined with gold and covered with fine red cloth, it was very common looking compared to a throne of kings. On the left side of the room hung three paintings on the wall. The closest being a picture of the raging sea north of the city. The second closest depicted Camlorn from the viewpoint of a mountain. The farthest was a painting of the first Chancellor, Fenandre Irbrand.

There was more to the room than what was visible. Captain Marques never wanted to take a chance with security and had contracted the local Mages Guild for help. The Throne Room had been enchanted to prevent any form of mark or recall spells. In addition, the windows had been cast with a barrier that dispels any enchantment. It would be hard to concentrate on casting a levitation spell when you're falling to your death. The last and most important modification was the use of the paintings. Behind the painting closest to the throne was a healer, hidden behind the second closest was a guard armed with a sword and shield, and the farthest painting concealed an archer with poison-tipped arrows. The poison was not meant to kill, but to tranquilize an attempted assassin for interrogation. The Mages Guild enchanted the paintings with a silence spell to prevent the guards from listening in on possibly private information, but had viewing holes disguised by illusion magic.

Despite all the extra protection, Dandre sat on his throne as if it were a tea table conversation. "Ah welcome our ally of Kambria, I am Chancellor Idhdea. What is it that you wish to inquire about?" he said excitedly.
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Court of Daggerfall

"I realize that this forewarning may seem rather strange, and I must be straight forward about this, but I'm not here to discover anything secret within the city."

Freas momentarily thought about the ways he could resolve this situation and yet still obtain the dagger. To Freas, it was more than important that this weapon not be allowed to be in the hands of anyone but someone within the order's union. It seemed however, that Gothryd was not going to take this matter seriously. Freas couldn't blame him only because he knew that Gothryd had no clue of the actual weight of the matter at hand. Another way had to be found in order to secure this weapon.

"Sir, then I apologize for disturbing you. It appears you can't conceive of anyone within Daggerfall who would be important enough to warrant an assassination involving this weapon, from an individual powerful enough to wield it and fight the control it delivers." Freas was struck with a great idea... something that just may ensure not only the king's safety this night, but the securing of this weapon too.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask a favour. One I deeply hope you grant." Freas readied for his request, weary of the outcome. After a brief moment, he spoke, "May I spend a night in a guestroom within the castle?"

Freas waited in anticipation of the king's response. Every single second which passed seemed like eons, and every heartbeat which drummed in his chest seemed to be played by The Nine.

Court of Daggerfall

Gothryd sighed. Was this man going to keep troubling him, or would this be the end at last? His constant badgering had quickly gotten the king from bored to annoyed and his royal majesty was, by now, at the point where he would grant this man such an irrelevant, if odd, favour of staying in one of the guestrooms. If this was an elaborate scheme by a beggar to get a roof over his head, he'd have to congratulate him with an ingenious plan; if this was an assassination plot, this was a truly feeble attempt to get closer to the king. Whatever the case, he better bugger off when granted this; Wayrestians of all people should know that when a king's patience runs thin, heads tend to roll.

"Very well, sir Masterhart, you are welcome to stay in one of the guestrooms. Whenever you wish to settle in for the night, inform my guard; they shall escort you to your room. Obviously you shall be kept under a close watch; it is not customary for commoners to stay in the guestrooms, and everything that is out of the ordinary warrants watching." For whatever reason, it seemed that this was very important to the man; either he was a great actor or genuinely concerned with this strange dagger, if it even existed and this Freas wasn't simply crazy. This wouldn't have been that unusual; Gothryd had certainly seen stranger things than some weird wanderer managing to convince himself that he was pursuing some artefact of incredible power.

"Now, I have more important matters to attend to, sir Masterhart. This audience is over." Gothryd wasn't asking anymore; this was an order, plain and simple. And if the man would refuse to leave, there were people who dealt with his kind in Daggerfall's court. Waving the man away both to show him that the king wasn't being pleasant about it this time and to let the guard understand Freas was to leave the king's presence immediately, Gothryd turned instead to his manservant standing still by the throne and began instructing him what he would wish to be served for dinner.

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Post » Tue May 17, 2011 3:16 pm

OOC: I'll post tomorrow. Ravanger is currently sick, so he can't post right now. I'll move us along soon. Jerod has some problems going on as well, so he can't jump in at the moment. PM me for any questions. Also, Verlox, Dark Fox, where did you guys go?
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Post » Tue May 17, 2011 2:31 am

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As the fires were put out, and the smoke began to clear, the guards on the walls could see their molotov wielding foes retreating, but there was no time to celebrate, as the enemy was soon replaced by a new method of attack. As arrows descended from the sky, those who had shields raised them above their heads, and the archers laid prone against the wall fortifications, hoping that the arrows trajectory would not favor an impact. Several of the soldiers died during the first wave of arrows, but once it was over, the archers began launching an arrow attack of their own on the cavalry, timing it so that their arrows would hit when the next wave of cavalry moved in for an attack. Those that failed to duck after shooting would die, but casualties were not of any spectacular level or amount.
The nature of the enemy's loose formation made the wave of arrows more spread out, and increased the chances of a miss.

The scorpios attack on the towers was completely ineffective, especially with the windows still barricaded as a result of the molotov attack. There was simply no one to hit.

The onagers, though they provided a good scare for the guards, were also not terribly effective. The inability of their operators to see the soldiers within the city walls, combined with the weapon being better suited for attacking large, stationary targets, ensured that only moderate property damage in the area just outside of the wall's shadow and a few sparse deaths were suffered by Bhoriane. All in all, the scorpios and onagers were a pointless offensive, and the town archers were able to concentrate on attacking the cavalry between arrow waves.

OOC: sorry about the delay, but I've been ill recently.
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OOC: Sheet for the troops going with wooly.

Hoplitai (60)- Drawn from the middle class citizens of Kambria, these men must provide their own cuirass, shield and helmet if they desire, as well as additional bits of armor. They are issued a standard wooden spear (iron tipped, with iron spike on back for balancing) that are nine feet in length. While marching (or not in combat stance) the carry them vertically. When running to and from locations and not in combat, they carry them horizontally, and at waist level. When in offensive combat, they switch them to an overhand hold (http://www.mlahanas.de/Greeks/images/Hoplite4thcentury.jpg) so that they can thrust more powerfully from above. When defending against a cavalry charge, they hold them in theur normal underhand fashion, driving the tips into the ground.

They are citizen soldiers, not professionals, so their training is not excessive. Just enough to have them maintain the complicated phalanx in battle, and basic combat training. They are also issued a short blade as a side arm, used most effectively as a thrusting weapon.

Psiloi (60)- These are the men drawn from the lower class citizens who cannot afford the expensive cuirasses of the heavy infantry. They are skirmishers first and foremost, as they enter battle with no more than a animal hide cuirass (depending on the soldiers wealth). They are broken down into several groups, as they consist of javelineers, slingers and bowmen, though the latter is the most uncommon.

Slingers and javelin men typically carry small shields (the pelte) on their arms as protection from other missles or in case they are in melee combat. The shields are only made from leather hides and not very hard however. They are best used as forward scouts, to pepper heavier troops before falling back. If used correctly, they can cause havoc in enemy formations and never gain a casualty.

They rarely carry any sidearm, so melee combat is not advised.







Louis Chevalier, Castle Kambria

Day 1 (just to state this is in the past)

Louis got up from his seat after speaking with the King. The meal had been long over, and most had left. Louis nodded, and strolled off into the castle, and then into the city to the barracks, where he found General Yeomcroft readying the men. They were prepared, supplies was being gathered along with food. They would be ready by sunrise, where they would march to aid the Chevalier estate.

Day 2 (present)

It was early day, as the men readied themselves across the hills to Chevalier estate. Men held their swords and spears, their wagons being pulled across the rugged estate. Louis was still unsure...

Will he cause trouble? Was Alix right?



General Ciel Yeomcroft, On the Road

The young Stratego was the only one of the Kambrian men who made his way down the road on horseback, at the head of the column of Kambrian troops. Many of the men dragged the wagons behind them while the engineers walked behind the entire column, holding maps of the land around the estate and discussing plans on where to place fortifications and towers for maximum defense of the land.

Ciel trotted forward, coming up next to Louis and falling into stride beside him.

"So what is Chevalier's plans in the upcoming war?" he asked casually, glancing back to make sure none of his soldiers were within earshot. "And do you have any intelligence about other cities in the United Bretony? Or our enemies?" he asked.

He was truly eager for the war, the first true one he'd be in and he desperately wanted to prove himself better General than old Alix. Listien had made himself perfectly clear to not provoke Wayrest and attack but Ciel figured what the Archon didn't know, wouldn't hurt him. He knew the man thought he controlled Ciel, and the young Stratego was more than willing to play the patsy for a while, as it allowed him a fine relationship with possibly the most influential man in Kambria, at the cost of taking orders which he never followed perfectly anyways.

He would prepare the defenses at the Estate, but when the fighting began in earnest he had bigger plans for more personal glory.

All in good time.


Throne Room, Camlorn Castle

When Captain Marques had requested Ambassador Jamison to reveal any weapons the Kambrian had replied, "I am a man of politics and words. Not of violence. I leave the dirty stuff to the four fine gentlemen out in your Entrance Hall." The man chuckled and said, "unless you wish to inspect me yourself, shall we?"

The Captain stared rigidly at the Ambassador for a few seconds before saying anything. "If you are a diplomat then you have nothing to worry about whatsoever." His voice lowered knowing that the Chancellor would certainly not approve of what he was about to say. After all, it was the Chancellor's job to negotiate, the Captain's job was to protect the Chancellor. Any guest said to have no weapons was a huge threat in his mind.

He then continued. "However, if you are a disguised assassin then you have a lot worry about. Any attempt on the Chancellor's life will result in a guaranteed death, and those four fine gentlemen in the Entrance Hall will be tortured, interrogated, and then executed. Following that Peric Phand, Commander of the Camlorn Army, will march full speed to the city of Kambria. While the Kambrian Army is a fine military, it pales in comparison to the size, skill, and determination of our army. As soon as the city is captured it would be pillaged and looted before being burned to the ground. So if you are truly a diplomat then enter right ahead and ignore my babbling. But if you're an aspiring assassin then keep in mind what I just said before you take another step." Captain Marques then unlocked and opened the Throne Room door.

Inside the doors lay a rather unique room. Unlike most throne rooms, this one was asymmetrical. Upon entering, to the right laid four windows breathing in fresh spring air. In the center sat Chancellor Dandre Idhdea on a mundane throne. While it may be lined with gold and covered with fine red cloth, it was very common looking compared to a throne of kings. On the left side of the room hung three paintings on the wall. The closest being a picture of the raging sea north of the city. The second closest depicted Camlorn from the viewpoint of a mountain. The farthest was a painting of the first Chancellor, Fenandre Irbrand.

There was more to the room than what was visible. Captain Marques never wanted to take a chance with security and had contracted the local Mages Guild for help. The Throne Room had been enchanted to prevent any form of mark or recall spells. In addition, the windows had been cast with a barrier that dispels any enchantment. It would be hard to concentrate on casting a levitation spell when you're falling to your death. The last and most important modification was the use of the paintings. Behind the painting closest to the throne was a healer, hidden behind the second closest was a guard armed with a sword and shield, and the farthest painting concealed an archer with poison-tipped arrows. The poison was not meant to kill, but to tranquilize an attempted assassin for interrogation. The Mages Guild enchanted the paintings with a silence spell to prevent the guards from listening in on possibly private information, but had viewing holes disguised by illusion magic.

Despite all the extra protection, Dandre sat on his throne as if it were a tea table conversation. "Ah welcome our ally of Kambria, I am Chancellor Idhdea. What is it that you wish to inquire about?" he said excitedly.



Jamison of Northpoint, Castle Camlorn

The emissary smirked sarcastically at the man's words, partially ignoring his babble about razing Kambria to the ground. He knew it was simply big talk. The cities of the United Bretony wouldn't stand for the large Camlorn to take over such a small state like Kambria. They would fear Camlorn had expansion on its mind and would move in to stop them. Jamison just kept smiling and when he was finally allowed in he nodded and walked through the doors into the grand hall.

He walked up to the throne of the Chancellor, ignoring the impressive hall he had entered. He had seen grander, including the Palace of Sentinel itself. He stopped a respectful distance from the man, and bowed before looking at him and speaking in a clear, loud voice.

"After my reception, I would like to inquire about the hospitality of Camlorn, which seems lessened of late." he said, glancing back at the Captain. "But perhaps another time." He cleared his throat slightly before continuing. "The Assembly wishes for reassurance on Camlorn's protection of our city, which controls a important road, one leading straight to Camlorn itself. For bewteen the dense forest to the south and the rocky mountains to the north, any army bound for Camlorn would certainly have to go through Kambria."

He paused, coughing slightly. "Need we also remind you that Kambria's mining supplies you with the raw materials for some of your tools and weapons, and would serve any enemy well in resupplying. All we ask is that Camlorn heeds any call of protection that we may send to you, and that you would be swift in responding for it would be better, I think, that you hold the enemy at the passes near Kambria rather than fight in your own land where crops may be destroyed and your own people may be killed."
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Post » Tue May 17, 2011 4:10 am

OOC:

All of you that have sent messengers to Koegria can now send them (mainly Ravanger). Atomic, Dark Fox, Verlox, where are you at? Seriously man. If you are busy, just tell me. I get kind of weary when I see you boys on the forum doing whatever.

I'll post when I get home. The main reason for this post is that now, I have made a discussion thread for the Roleplay that we can use for different things. It isn't on this forum, but you should find it east to use. It can be found here:

http://tesus.prophpbb.com/post5.html#p5
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Post » Tue May 17, 2011 5:00 am

Alarei walked through the city of Daggerfall, having passed through the opulant peasants districts and into the true stone part of the city, he could see and smell all forms of food being cooked. It made him hungry, since he hadnt eaten for a day. Quickly he disappeared into a bakery and came out a few minutes later with a bag filled with sweet rolls that had been glazed with honey or fruits. He smiled abit as he ate slowly, approaching a tailors shop. He walked in, tossing his paper bag away and entered the tailor shop. He smiled and approached the tailor. Whom looked him over with a slight gleam of challenge in her eyes. He took a few sets of clothes from a rack and set them down onto the counter, asked her to make specific alterations to the outfits. namely just to allow for his tail. He then picked up his order from her, paying a hefty sum of gold coins and headed out to the Inn, that he was staying at. Thanking the young woman at the counter for keeping his room for those days he headed up and entered it. Where he changed into something more fitting for what he was about to do. Slipping off his clothes and armor, the khajiit bathed for some time. Needing to wash out any scents of traveling and get dirt from his fur. After this, he got into some fresh clothes from his order. A beautiful black silk jacket with neat silver lining, a white shirt made from the softest of cottons and a pair of dark long trousers made of cotton. His shoes were of fine soft leather, serving both as a good tool for sneaking and for looks.

Applying a little bit of male incense to give him a fresher smell he left the room and made his way to the castle. An unusually bright smile on his face as he approached the guards and gave a curt nod. "Stop." the first stated in a rather commanding tone. With a smile and a somewhat heavy elsweyrian accent he spoke "I am here to see the Great King." the other guard frowned abit "Before you enter, you are to hand over all your weapons." which Alarei complied with, handing over his dagger. He was patted down and then allowed through, but when the guards saw him enter the doors, they looked again and he was gone, like a ghost. Nearly five minutes had passed when two Guards rushed into the castle with the young woman from Jean Beris' estate. They ran up to the throne, stopping just before it and bowed before the king. "Sire! We have an Urgent message! The Noble Jean Beris has been Murdered!"
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Alcaire Castle, Castle Study
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All morning had been full of movement and paperwork. No time to rest or relax. I had not only been awaken suddenly, but I had been practically carried out of my room to the study where I was needed to sign papers and organize even more issues left undone by the council. Stacks of papers continued to appear all around me as people would find even more scrolls and parchments that were full of deals left unfinished or questions left unanswered or problems left unresolved. Its quite a surprise that they managed to keep any extra questions and problems hidden from my sight.

I continued to riffle through the papers and scrolls, signing here and responding there when three men wandered into the study. I looked up at them and noticed that one of them was wearing quite fine clothing. His finery was very well sewn and his golden rings glimmered in the light. "May I help you gentlemen, I'm rather busy right now." I asked returning to my work.

"No in fact my lord we're here to help you." I looked up at the man who spoke, a assistant of the castle who's name slips my mind at the moment. "This man we have here is a financial adviser for the bank located by the northern gate. We asked if he'd be willing to work for the castle and he happily accepted the job. He's here to assist you in your work so you can spread yourself out and worry about other matters." I set my pen down, the ink smudging on a blank parchment below it, and again eyed the man.

"Whats you name my friend." I inquired of the man.

"My name is Drildan. I am an Imperial from the Imperial City in Cyrodiil. I managed the inns of the city as well as Imperial city funds. I migrated here do to lack of business and payment and took up shop as a bank manager and financial adviser. Now here I stand in your service, ready and willing to assist in any means of work." He sounded quite happy but also very determined to take up this job. I smiled and nodded,

"I'm glad to see someone willing to help the city when its in need of it." I stood from my seat and walked to the Drildan, placing my hand on his shoulder, "Please follow me, I'll show you what I would like you to do for me. You two are dismissed." I then began to lead my new adviser to another desk near a large window. Here I placed him and then gathered many of the papers from my own desk and placed them on him. "Feel free to go over all of these and sign those needing to be signed. Those that you believe may not benefit the city I'd like you to hold and question me about them." Without another word he set to work, freeing me a large amount of time and calming my nerves a large amount.

Koegria City Gates
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After a very long and arduous journey from Alcaire the scout and his ten escorts managed to arrive at Koegria's gates. They made their way through into the city. The escorts stopped off at local inns and taverns to get food and drink as they awaited the return of their leader. His mission was to meet the lord of the city and receive a detailed report on the happenings near the border of United Bretony as well as Daggerfall.

The scout made his way swiftly through the city, not wanting to waste much time as the orders were to acquire the information quickly and then return it to Lord Tasioun. After only a few moments of running through the city the scout finally arrived at the castle entrance. The guards at their posts eyed the scout questioningly.

"What is your purpose here?" Asked one of the guards as he watched the exhausted man try to control his breathing.

"I come from Alcaire. I am a scout and am here to acquire information from your duke. I apologize for my appearance as the travel has not been as fair as I would have hoped for, but I am here none the less. I'd hope you would allow me access to your duke so I may complete my objective and then I may leave you in peace." The scout waited a moment for the guards reply...

Wayrest Castle Gates
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The journey to Wayrest had been rather smooth and calm. The weather had been fair and there was little interruption during the travels. Not even the citizens of Orsinium had paid any attention to the party of twelve men armored and moving at a rather quick pace on horseback. Ahead of them now was the majestic castle of Wayrest, the capitol of the surrounding land by the same name. The scout made his way inside of the castle, the guards waving him along as he flashed his coat of arms, one native to the lands of Wayrest. Quickly the scout entered the castle and made his way to the steward who sat at a table near the door way reading a book.

"May I be so kind as to ask the whereabouts of the king," the scout asked removing his helmet and bowing out of respect. The steward smiled and responded, "Why I'll take you to the king myself as long as you'll tell me your intentions. I must warn you though, with the events occurring at Bhoriane as of late." The scout responded by telling of his job to relay the information gained here back to the lord of Alcaire. The steward then counter-responded by telling the scout of the battling at Bhoriane, giving the scout something not only to report but to get further information from the king on. They continued on to his location.

OOC: Sorry for the delayed post, been swamped with work.
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Wayrest Castle Gates
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The journey to Wayrest had been rather smooth and calm. The weather had been fair and there was little interruption during the travels. Not even the citizens of Orsinium had paid any attention to the party of twelve men armored and moving at a rather quick pace on horseback. Ahead of them now was the majestic castle of Wayrest, the capitol of the surrounding land by the same name. The scout made his way inside of the castle, the guards waving him along as he flashed his coat of arms, one native to the lands of Wayrest. Quickly the scout entered the castle and made his way to the steward who sat at a table near the door way reading a book.

"May I be so kind as to ask the whereabouts of the king," the scout asked removing his helmet and bowing out of respect. The steward smiled and responded, "Why I'll take you to the king myself as long as you'll tell me your intentions. I must warn you though, with the events occurring at Bhoriane as of late." The scout responded by telling of his job to relay the information gained here back to the lord of Alcaire. The steward then counter-responded by telling the scout of the battling at Bhoriane, giving the scout something not only to report but to get further information from the king on. They continued on to his location.

OOC: Sorry for the delayed post, been swamped with work.


OOC:
Fire_hawk, Wayrest hasn't received word from Bhoriane yet about United Bretony's attack, and the steward would not make an offer to take you directly to the King. In the future, allow me to rp wayrestian npcs. The steward would have instead taken you to a private meeting chamber inside the castle, and would have informed the King and his aides of your presence.

@ wooly, in the initial attack, about 100 men died, mostly as a result of the molotov attack. What is your casualty count? considering that you've received arrow fire throughout your attack and at one point turpentine based molotovs.

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Kambria
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A dull-looking imperial man with a military crew cut rode into the town of Kambria, escorted by four Knights of the Rose. As they approached Castle Kambria, they dismounted from their horses and approached one of the gate guards, the Knights keeping their hands on their hilts.

"I am Octavius Metellus, representative of King Charles-Syagrius of Wayrest. I am here to speak with Lord Daric KingField."


Orsinium
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A large, bulky wooden carriage entered into the city of Orsinium, escorted by Knights of the Rose. As it pulled up in front of Orsinium Keep (castle?), the Knights moved to the door of the carriage, and a breton with a farmer's tan stepped out. He was wearing a special set of robes and armor called the "Diplomat's guard." It featured a silk shirt and pants, with chainmail underlay and a plate mail over sensitive areas like the joints. IT also featured a fine purple cape.

The Breton approached one of the gate guards and said:

"I am Arnad Ashcroft, emissary of King Charles-Syagrius of Wayrest. I have come to speak with the most esteemed Valgur Redtooth."
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Court of Daggerfall

Gothryd sighed. Was this man going to keep troubling him, or would this be the end at last? His constant badgering had quickly gotten the king from bored to annoyed and his royal majesty was, by now, at the point where he would grant this man such an irrelevant, if odd, favour of staying in one of the guestrooms. If this was an elaborate scheme by a beggar to get a roof over his head, he'd have to congratulate him with an ingenious plan; if this was an assassination plot, this was a truly feeble attempt to get closer to the king. Whatever the case, he better bugger off when granted this; Wayrestians of all people should know that when a king's patience runs thin, heads tend to roll.

"Very well, sir Masterhart, you are welcome to stay in one of the guestrooms. Whenever you wish to settle in for the night, inform my guard; they shall escort you to your room. Obviously you shall be kept under a close watch; it is not customary for commoners to stay in the guestrooms, and everything that is out of the ordinary warrants watching." For whatever reason, it seemed that this was very important to the man; either he was a great actor or genuinely concerned with this strange dagger, if it even existed and this Freas wasn't simply crazy. This wouldn't have been that unusual; Gothryd had certainly seen stranger things than some weird wanderer managing to convince himself that he was pursuing some artefact of incredible power.

"Now, I have more important matters to attend to, sir Masterhart. This audience is over." Gothryd wasn't asking anymore; this was an order, plain and simple. And if the man would refuse to leave, there were people who dealt with his kind in Daggerfall's court. Waving the man away both to show him that the king wasn't being pleasant about it this time and to let the guard understand Freas was to leave the king's presence immediately, Gothryd turned instead to his manservant standing still by the throne and began instructing him what he would wish to be served for dinner.


Court of Daggerfall

Freas was relieved to hear the king's response which allowed Freas to spend a night in one of the guest rooms. It was important that Freas get to the room with haste, and inspect the room for any possible ways out that didn't include the door. Making too much noise wasn't on Freas' mind due to the training he received in T.O.A.O. Freas would have to outsmart the guards and escape from the room unnoticed, then attempt to find the room the map was leading them to. This wasn't going to be an easy task, not at all.

"Guard, please, if you will, escort me to the designated room I shall be staying in this night." Freas was now looking directly at the guard who was just holding a spear towards his face not but a few minutes ago. The guard nodded, bowed to the king, and signaled to the door we came in through by tipping his spear slightly. Freas bowed too, slightly, and took a couple steps backwards from the king before about-facing and heading to the door. The door opened as they approached, almost as if the person on the other end of the door knew to do so at that moment. Freas was escorted through several corridors, up a set of spiral stairs, down a long corridor to the other wing of the castle where a left turn was taken. The guard spoke as they approached the second door on the left.

Guest Quarters of Daggerfall Castle - West Wing, 2nd Floor

"Here is your room for the night," the guard said almost trying to sound like he was happy to escort Freas. "Should you need something, knock loudly on your door, and a guard shall assist you." Freas nodded slightly, broke eye contact with the guard, only for his eyes to fall upon the door handle. From the inside of the room the handle could be seen turning, and then the door opened, creaking audibly until it came to a stop, and then Freas closed it behind him while using a little downward pressure. The creaking sound was louder this time, and then click, the door was shut. Footsteps growing softer in sound ensured Freas that the guard was moving away, probably just around the corner. He knew the guards would be listening for sounds from his room, anything suspicious at that.

The room was neat and tidy, clean sheets and a lovely fragrance filled the room which emanated from the top of a night table left of the bed. An unlit lantern was situated on the night stand, that of which Freas moved towards, opened and lit using a basic fire spell. With more of the room now visible, he noticed a second lantern on the window ledge which he then also lit. Freas inspected the room for any oddities, any ways out, and found none. There was the window, but he would have to scale an impossibly small ledge to do so, and being unfamilar with the sound these windows make while opening, he wouldn't risk it. The door was now the only way out, and he knew he'd have to be quiet.

Freas knew he had to get his short sword with the red blade back, and he knew the only way to do so was to summon it back to him. This act would require more concentration than he was used to, but less magic power than summoning two of them. He could feel the presence of his blade displaced from his body, and this connected awareness was all he needed. Concentrating on the blade, he spoke a few words in his mind, and holding his right arm outstretched, the blade appeared in his hand. Simple. It was a good thing Freas placed this weapon last on the cloth the guard was holding outside the castle, or it's sudden disappearance from the pile would have made a noticeable sound, a sound which may have warranted investigation and resulting in an untimely check up on Freas. It's a good thing calling for these weapons is based solely on the experience and skill of the one it's connected with, or this take would have been impossible.

The next thing on Freas' mind was tracking the weapon he marked earlier in the day in the forest. The presence of Freas' blood on the dagger mixed with the magic from his own weapon would ensure the tracking of this item. He could feel it nearby, but not yet within the castle. The sun was mostly set over the horizon, and these two men would surely be executing their plan soon, as long as the time's he could read on the map were accurate.

Freas extinguished the flame of the lantern on the window ledge and dimmed the one near the bed to a dull glow, ensuring not enough light came from the room to distinguish movement. Moving silently towards the door and listening for anyone outside, he placed his hand on the handle, and directing pressure slightly up and towards the hinges of the door, he opened the door about twelve inches perfectly silently. Freas couldn't ensure it would open silently past this point, so he slipped out of the room, and using the same method he had before, he closed it. No one was in the hallway at the moment, and he couldn't hear any discernible footsteps so he continued down the hall away from the direction he came and turned right. This hallway was very dark in comparison to the one he was just in, and with his eyes already adjusted, he headed towards the next intersection up on the right. Stopping to peer around the corridor, he noticed two guards pass by at the other end of the hall. After they had passed he continued down the poorly lit corridor.

He could feel it now, the dagger was in the building. He couldn't exactly tell where, but the magical signal he was picking up was much stronger, possibly due to the fact it wasn't blocked by the outside castle walls. All he had to do now was find these men and get Mateus' dagger back, even if it meant using lethal force to do so. If they were taking dark corridors to get to the king, they would run out of corridors to take very, very quickly. Few men have the ability to move around unnoticed as Freas, and he intended to use this to his advantage.

A sound from behind Freas was suddenly heard, and he had but moments to find somewhere to hide himself. It sounded to be the guards Freas had seen earlier, now coming up the corridor he just passed. Freas ducked into a dark room, quietly closing the door behind him. Using the heaviness of their footsteps to gauge whether or not they had heard him, he waited.
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Koegria City: Castle: Study


The day was calm, the wind blowing slightly against the curtains that hung above the stained-glass windows. The study in which Francis, his wife, and his 3 generals sat was quite cool, perfect for chilling the brandy in which they were all supping away at. Francis' beloved, Grace was her name, was now without her veil, her long and lush brown hair flowing over her shoulders and down her back, complimenting her fair skin and light brown eyes. Her legs were crossed as she lay down on a velvet love-seat, exposing her slender legs. She batted her lashes at Francis, who gave a silent chuckle.

"Well my brothers-in-arms!" Said Francis loudly, "We may begin our business on the rallying of the Altmer militia in the countryside. Sampson, take 24 of your Cuirassiers and guard a shipment of padded leather armor and iron swords, spears, yew bows as well as arrows, and heater shields. This caravan will take perhaps a day to get to the militia camp set outside the city. But there have been Highwaymen spotted near the roads. Elton, you are to take the 100 Thorns and conduct a clean sweep of the countryside. Understood?" Both of the brothers looked at each-other, and Sampson spoke, "Francis, if we take 24 Cuirassiers and 100 Thorns, that will leave the city nearly undefended!" Francis smirked when he heard 'nearly undefended'.

"On the contrary dear Sampson, I have hired a contingent of 80 of the finest Orc Warriors led by Bazhol gro-Uzgash, a warlord respected and feared among the tribes of the Wrothgarians." After this, Sampson and Elton both nodded, "As you with my Duke Nermarc." They bowed and left the room. Francis took another sip of brandy, looking at his lovely Grace, "My dear, so tense." "Oh well yes,"
She said in a seductive tone, "I need... a massage." Her lips coated in a red substance that made them gleam in the candle light.

"Well we must take care of your tenseness... " And Francis blew out the candles.

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Koegria Gates


"What is your purpose here?" Asked one of the guards as he watched the exhausted man try to control his breathing.

"I come from Alcaire. I am a scout and am here to acquire information from your duke. I apologize for my appearance as the travel has not been as fair as I would have hoped for, but I am here none the less. I'd hope you would allow me access to your duke so I may complete my objective and then I may leave you in peace." The scout waited a moment for the guards reply...

"Alcaire? News is scarce from the cities these days. I shall bring you to the Keep where Duke Nermarc awaits, mind you manners, or something bad will happen." The guard proceeded to lead the messenger through the maze-like streets and alleys, finally making their way to the main road up to the castle. The road to the castle happened to be a bridge in fact. Small braziers lined the small walls that were to prevent you from falling off, despite the odd skeletons that were almost invisible to the naked eye, crammed between rocks. The bride was long, and in some place there were stairs to help from the steepness of the climb. Great red-rock pillars with ebony insets help the bridge up.

At last the guard and messenger reached the gate, where two guards wearing surcoats underneath briastplates carrying a long tower shield and holding halberds. "Who seeks the sun?" Asked the guard to the left.

"Darkness." Replied the guard who had lead the messenger. "You may enter." And a crank was pulled, the sounds of chains and gears clinking and clanging as the huge door raised, revealing a courtyard.

"Alright son, go through that door at the end of the courtyard, and wait. Oi 'ave to get back to me post." The guard stated, his odd accent showing through.

OOC: I character controlled didn't I? :embarrass:
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OOC:

Casualties:

40 light cavalry
10 heavy cavalry

Any heavy OOC discussion is to be done on the forum linked in my above post. Post your casualty numbers and such here though.

IC:

Battle of Bhoriane, Bertrand, Roland, William

It was an hour after noon in the day. They had been fighting for hours. The enemy now fought from behind walls and higher ground. The element of surprise was no longer available to the Urvaiusian army. By now, the enemy was in order and assembled. It was then Bertrand raised the banner in front of the army. The order to fall back was in place, and the cavalry began to turn north, eventually riding past the heavy cavalry into the small twisted road that lay between the forest. The heavy cavalry stayed in their position, and the Onagers and Scorpios stayed where they were. They had more range than any bowmen, and if a unit was to close in on them, it would be met with heavy fire.

William and Roland both stood at the forest's edge behind the siege weapons, eying the walls of the city 700 meters away. There appeared to only be siege weapons from that distance. Perhaps, that was all there was. Perhaps there was something else nearby. They could be bluffing, or there was simply something guarding the weapons. The infantry from Urvaius would not be there until the next day, as they were still on their way. William stood there quiet as ever, a sense of security inside of him. Still though, the thought of what Bhoriane's ruler would do was unknown. Would he straight attack them, or try to reason with them? He doubted he even knew who they were. For all he knew, they were all just noblemen, mere rebels.

Heh...Rebels...


Louis Chevalier


"So what is Chevalier's plans in the upcoming war?" he asked casually, glancing back to make sure none of his soldiers were within earshot. "And do you have any intelligence about other cities in the United Bretony? Or our enemies?" he asked.

Hmm...well, I minus well tell him, though, there isn't much to tell. Perhaps

Louis eyed the young general casually, the same regular look on his face. His voice wasn't stern, nor humorous. He talked as if it was any everyday conversation.

"Well, general. More intelligence will be recorded in the days to come. The messengers just haven't arrived yet..."

He stopped for a moment, and paused. He took a look at the stern mountains to the north, the Wrathgarians. He turned his head once more, and stared back at the general.

"Well, general. What would you like to know?"
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Daggerfall


"It's been a long time since I've been in this city Godwyen. You never forget the smells, the booze or the women." Corporal Florence said out loud. He was mostly just talking to himself, for he knew Godwyen had been thinking the entire way. About what, no one knew.

"Aye, this city can be a blessing or a nightmare. Been about 6 years since my last visit. I just hope the King remembers me." Godwyen stated.

Florence had accompanied Godwyen on this trip as a volunteer. The lands were dangerous and Edwin thought he might need assistance. Of course this annoyed Godwyen, but he held his tongue.

Best not to argue with him. He will only use his power to force a knight to tag a long. This way, I at least get to choose my companion. Florence has earned a break from the trivial guard duties. he thought to himself.

As they made their way through the city, he could tell it was bustling and brimming with excitement and commerce. Daggerfall was the largest city in Godwyen's world. Soon, the castle was ahead of them and there was a familiar face at the gate.

"Von Kelt! What a pleasant surprise!" Godwyen yelled as he recognized the Captian of the guard from his former soldier days.

"Godwyen! My my, you have gotten older. What's it been? 7 years?" Kelt replied.

"Your age has gotten the best of you" Godwyen said, dismounting his horse in the process. He ushered for Florence to do the same. "It's been 6 years my friend. We come bearing news from Lord Edwin. He wants his orders to come straight from Gothryd."

"Aye, well, I'll let you in. As long as you promise to come and see me later."

"Alright old friend. That's a promise I can keep."

And with that, Godwyen entered the castle, accompanied by Florance, seeking the King's guidance.
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IC:
Kambria
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A dull-looking imperial man with a military crew cut rode into the town of Kambria, escorted by four Knights of the Rose. As they approached Castle Kambria, they dismounted from their horses and approached one of the gate guards, the Knights keeping their hands on their hilts.

"I am Octavius Metellus, representative of King Charles-Syagrius of Wayrest. I am here to speak with Lord Daric KingField."



Gate Guards, Castle Kambria

Even before the men had entered the city, the guards had been alerted of their presence and when the men were indeed from Wayrest itself the Assembly was called together in all haste to be ready for the ambassador that was assumed to be with the Knights. Garth, the gate-man of the day watched as the men made their way to the Castle doors from under his metal-brimmed helmet and glanced around at the other four men standing around. The Knights of the Rose were as impressive as he had heard they were and he hoped they were not going to start trouble for none of the men at the gate were professional soldiers.

As they approached, the least Knightly of them spoke, but Garth's eyes were on the hands of the Knights which were resting on the fine blades at their sides. He composed himself quickly however and responded.

"'Ello there, Octavius Metellus of Wayrest. The Assembly has already gathered for your arrival and I can take you in right away."

He paused, looking at the Knights behind Octavius. "However, if yer men are to accompany you into the Assembly room, than they gotta give up their weapons as well as any yerself might carry. If you agree, have yer men place their weapons in a box when we pass it inside. Yer horses will be taken care of. Follow me if yer ready."

OOC: When you post, you can control my guards to bring you into the Assembly room and you can post whatever you wanna open with.



Louis Chevalier


"So what is Chevalier's plans in the upcoming war?" he asked casually, glancing back to make sure none of his soldiers were within earshot. "And do you have any intelligence about other cities in the United Bretony? Or our enemies?" he asked.

Hmm...well, I minus well tell him, though, there isn't much to tell. Perhaps

Louis eyed the young general casually, the same regular look on his face. His voice wasn't stern, nor humorous. He talked as if it was any everyday conversation.

"Well, general. More intelligence will be recorded in the days to come. The messengers just haven't arrived yet..."

He stopped for a moment, and paused. He took a look at the stern mountains to the north, the Wrathgarians. He turned his head once more, and stared back at the general.

"Well, general. What would you like to know?"



Ciel Yeomcroft

Ciel took in the man's words and asked his next question without delay. "What are your plans for any conflict? And what do you know about Koegria's stance in this conflict?"

He wanted to know everything possible so that when the moment was right, he could act on his own. He didn't know what to think about Louis, although he knew the man was more loyal to Daric than to the Archon and would probably make him harder to sway to take action. He had a few ideas however, that when he was ready, he could sway the men of Chevalier house to rally behind him and begin his self-set goals.
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Post » Tue May 17, 2011 1:40 am

Disregard.
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"C'pan! Land ahoy!" shouted the helmsman. Elusmyr pushed open the door and entered the top deck, followed by Calendras. Grinning happily, he observed the docks of Bhoriane. The tiny dots of workers ran about the wooden piers, carrying equipment.

"Have the goblins herded into the Keep's dungeon after dark. We don't want to frighten the peasants yet. Have the infantry clear the docks, and send officials to present our writs to the right people. Make a clear path to the keep entrance, but let people remain in the streets, and have heralds trumpet my arrival and the transfer of Bhoriane into the hands of it's rightful owners. If anyone causes trouble, have the troops put them down and... have heralds remove the Wayrest flag, and raise the Direnni flag at every tower along the walls..." Elusmyr threw a glance at the far walls, and realised smoke was rising from the wooden parts. "Looks like our friends here have run into a little... trouble. I'll look into that immediately. Anyway, if there isn't enough room in the Barracks and Stables, have the soldiers relocate some of the citizens from their houses to create more room for the troops. Have the Knights and Mages be given rooms in the keep. Have the chariots stored in the keep."

Calendras listened dutifully to Elusmyr's orders, and once he had finished, nodded. "I shall see it done." Calendras turned and shouted to someone, and moved away. Elusmyr watched patiently as the massive fleet of ship after ship docked, and hordes of troops marched out via lowered platforms. People were now hastily clearing the area. Elusmyr had only sent diplomats with news of his arrival shortly before. The establishment of the city most likely would not arrive to greet him for a while.

Elusmyr walked down the lowered platform that linked the ship to the docks. Five bodyguards in shadowy ebony armor trailing behind him, seeming ever vigilant. Standing at the foot of the docks, surrounded by his bodyguards, with a blur of confusion going on around him, Elusmyr waited patiently to greet the cities' officials.
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Louis Chevalier

Louis hesitated at Ciel's urgent response, but continued to ride casually as he had been.

I wonder why he was so quick to respond...it seems the young lad is quite ambitious about all this. He finally gets to command part of an army. We'll see how much he likes war after he gets a taste of it...

"The current plan is to set up a defense. Provoking Wayrest is the last thing we want. More plans will be made when more intelligence arrives. For now, we set up a defense..."

Louis fell silent, peering up into the sky. He then turned back to the young man.

"Did you happen to bring along any engineers or builders? It would be wise for us to set up some type of outpost along the border to keep a good eye on the enemy. The noble estates are usually filled with peasants, and it may not serve as a great defense if it happened to come to...Koegria attacking..."

He then fell into another silence, and waited for the young man to respond.


Bertrand, Siege of Bhoriane

After the hours had gone by, the cavalry were moved to the noble estate to the south, to reside in the inward land. The enemy was able to see them riding in at a distance, but once they moved behind the trees, they were no longer visible. He didn't know what the enemy had planned, but hopefully they would be ready for whatever was to come. He certainly believed they would send some kind of messenger. Bertrand rallied his officers, giving them their commands. They all sat on their mounts in some type of oval in the camp. Twenty men, all there, ready to take orders. To know three thousand armed Bretons lay there, what a site. Who ever considered how many men fought in war, each with his own soul, family, and life. It was frightening to think just how quickly it could all be taken away.

"Men, distribute the food among the soldiers and horses. Keep them in their armor as always. The scouts to the north will alarm us if anything from the enemy comes. If so, be ready..."

With that, he nodded his head. The men departed and rode off.


William, Roland, Siege of Bhoriane

"What in the hell?"

Roland sat there beside a scorpio, hand shading his eyes from the now setting sun. He was squinting, trying to get a better view of something near the city. William was beside him, staring at the same thing, as if trying to see something. A Breton walked up to both of them holding some type of eye-scope. It looked like one of those that pirates used to see enemy ships in the distance. This wasn't an enemy, but it was still alarming. William grabbed the scope, staring at it towards the city at the southwest tower closest to them. Roland let out his blabbering again, and one could tell he had a scope of his own, although it was smaller than the one William had been given.

"What the hell are they doing?"

William's brow fell down, as if he was thinking something through, then he realized what was being done.

"They're taking the flag down...The Wayrest flag..."

"Well, what are they putting up in its place?"

William had political knowledge, as he was used for communication reasons. He knew the flag and what it was.

"...It's the Direnni Flag..."
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OOC:
Army sheet-the reinforcements

1500 light infantry equipped with chain mail armor and iron longswords and shields.

50 mages with basic alchemical equipment.

300 cavalry equipped with lances and iron plate armor

300 cavalry equipped with a lance, bow, and arrows and chainmail

1000 heavy infantry equipped with iron plate armor and chainmail underlay. Given pikes and sword

850 longbowmen with chain mail
Ships:
10 Carrions- medium transport ships with impressive sails. These ships are transporting the cavalry. (Many rumors exist about why the ships are called carrions, some speculate that the ship type was originally designed to carry slaves before becoming a staple of Wayrest's navy)

20 light transports: basic transport ship powered by sail or oar

5 scout ships: light ships designed to travel away from the fleet and send alerts if enemies are spotted. Uses oars.

20 Bone-Crushers. Medium sized ships with massive sails. Capable of ramming enemies, but preferred method of combat is the massive crossbow mounted on the ship.

army sheet, Bhoriane:
800 archers equipped with leather armor, 500 of these archers have chainmail underlay. They are equipped with Longbows, and have access to bodkin and broadhead arrows.

100 crossbowmen weilding heavy bolts and equipped with leather armor. They also have pavises.

900 light infantry equipped in chainmail, with iron shortswords and bucklers.

800 light infantry equipped in chainmail, and wearing an iron cuirass along with longswords and kite shields.

1000 heavy infantry equipped with plate armor, chainmail undershirts, heater shields, and longswords.

700 light infantry wearing leather armor with chainmail underlays, and are equipped with kite shields, pikes, and shortswords.

600 cavalry equipped in plate armor, with lances and heater shields.
(numbers are post casualties from initial attack.)

IC: Bhoriane Docks:

The fleet that was sent by King Charles finally pulled into port, the bad weather having stalled it. As the troops left their ships, they were all unpleasantly surprised to see the Direnni flag flying over Bhoriane. They had been informed of the possibility that they would arrive after the diplomatic aspects of the operation were completed, but they still found it unsettling. Their commander, a stout breton by the name of Colonel Wirich strode out of one of the ships, and approached the Direnni group assembled at the docks. It was an impressive group of ebony clad knights, and what was undoubtedly their leader, a finely armored noblemen of some sort.

"I assume you are the Direnni force that will be conducting the hand-off? If so, present the proper documents now."

The Bhoriane Keep:
The governor watched as the smoke began to fade away, when his thoughts were interuppted by the sound of the door creaking open.

"My lord, this man was sent by the Direnni force that arrived. He claims to be transporting certain documents that give Direnni control of this city." As the Governor turned around, he could now see the altmer messenger and one of his own soldiers, standing at the door that lead into his personal chambers.

"Well? are you going to the give me the documents or not?" The governor was terse, as he did not want to give up his command on the eve of what would be the first battle in a great war. The messenger quickly made his way to the governor, who snatched the sealed documents from him. After breaking the seal, the Governor's face sunk, as any and all hope that this was some grand farce was destroyed. Just like he feared, it was the stand down order. He was to transfer military control of the city to the Direnni, and the army was to obey Direnni orders pending further negotiation.

"Alright, The Direnni now have full military control of the city. Lower all wayrestian flags that are still flying, and pack up the contents of the vault for immediate shipment back to Wayrest. Half the Treasury is to also be sent."

As the governor said this, the messenger was ushered away, and the guards went to carry out the order.


Kambria
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Octavius gave a look to his escorts, and the four knights placed their swords into the designated pile.

"We are ready to enter."

The guard gave a slient nod and opened the doors into the castle, showing them into the grand assembly. The grand body of the assembly surrounded them when they finally entered into the main chamber, a bunch of doddering old fools behind clerk desks with fancy name tags placed in a circular pattern. What interested Octavius and the Knights was not this bunch of simpletons, but Daric Kingfield and the pathetic excuse for a human being that was the Archon.

"Greetings, Lord Kingfield and members of the Assembly. I am Octavius Metellus, and I have been sent by King Charles-Syagrius to offer peace between Wayrest and the city of Kambria."

Octavius waited to see how the assembly would react, especially with the existence of the Koegria report having already been leaked by Wayrest's agents. Octavius mused about what they may have heard about the document, and he wondered if they really thought it was anything but King Charles' own actions that allowed a report created by a sector-General and sent by recall to have its existence revealed.
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