OOC:

I feel like crap right now. This is mostly an OOC, but I'll add a small IC in it too. Alright, so, don't panic. I am going to fix this little position slot quickly. Basically, I am going to hold an election in Anticlere, Gaubert will be removed of office and military leadership, but will still be a military officer and he will be on the republic council (parliament or whatever). I'll make two new people, a ruler and a military man, along with a new admiral. EB's characters will still be there and I may use them as NPC's and even post for them in battles, but I may kill them off by various methods, battles, etc.

Then again some freak accident might happen to old Gaubert...

I was ready for this. You know why I didn't choose a red faction when we started? I wanted to be there in case someone jumped the boat. The time has come (and it has come early, so it is still manageable). EB, come back in if you want to. I'm giving you ONE day. You have tomorrow, and then after that I start working on the new Anticlerians. The RP still appears to be in stable shape. We have a good foundation, especially with our faction leaders doing their jobs and the very many other players also contributing in a great way. Though I think quitting suddenly like that does tend to kill RP's, I don't think this is an immediate kill. If we can jump it on its feet and get rolling, everything wont be a problem at all.

JonasVault and Jerod are on some serious writer's block. They want to post, but they can't. They still want to be in the RP though. So, all of you keep cool and keep on posting. I've had 4 projects in 2 days time (in additional to my other 10 hours of homework over 2 days) so I've been understandably busy. EB, honestly, I'd like to have you back, but if you don't want to, I guess I'll have to take Anticlere. Also guys, things may be a tiny bit slow now, but as BM said, we are getting good interaction and a good foundation and build. Things will start speeding up soon, and getting more interesting. I actually think a battle may pop up in a few weeks on average. Ravanger and I will have to fight it out in Bhoriane. Should be interesting, and it will probably be a decisive battle in this conflict. Anyhow, lets roll. I trust you guys with this RP, and PFA does as well.

IC:

Saxon nodded at the Baron, making his way over to the left side of the wall. He then stood up, leaning on the wall towards the Baron. He waited for the Baron to take his place.

"Well Baron, just tell me when you are ready for me to speak."

Alcaire Castle, Council Halls
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"My lord, I'll always respect your decisions, but with the removal of the council you've left a lot of things in the air. They were currently working on reinstating our head engineer. He would have been able to help us develop our city streets and walls. From what can see here they were also working on a request from the mage's guild asking for a new guild hall. However there is good news." My guard captain reached towards me, a few papers in his hand. I took them and glanced over the words scrawled about them.

"These are trade reports regarding the selling and buying of moon sugar and other illegal drugs and alcohol if I'm not mistaken." I exclaimed still eying the papers.

"Right. If these papers are accurate, the council was overseeing the trade of illegal contraband right under our noses. The sales were being shipped to major ports around High Rock then sent by sea to the major buyers from Elsweyr to Morrowind. This was a major operation and I'm sure our council was not the head of it." I handed the reports back to the captain who placed them into a wooden box and sealed the lid.

"I want the homes of every councilman searched by both spies and mages. I want anything on this ordeal to be weeded out and removed of. I also want a city wide announcement proclaiming the punishment if caught with and illegal substance." The captain stood at attention and then left me alone in the halls. I approached my large throne like seat and took my place upon it. I had a lot on my mind at the moment and it all would take time to have answered. My scouts were on their ways to allied cities in hope of retrieving reports on the other regions, and now I had a drug scandle being uprooted in my city. I had a lot to do which all stacked upon my own duties with my city. Let me hope that nothing to serious can happen any time soon.

OOC: short post due to my feeling under the weather.

OOC:

Blademaster is on a hockey trip, so, we have worked out some things for now. Elite Birthday has spoken to me on msn. He is done with this forum. Time to kill old Gaubey! I'm going to make this short and sweet since I have work to do and it doesn't really matter. I will be taking Anticlere.

IC:

Gaubert took his ease down the port, following one of his head officials overseeing the cargo at the port. He wore his big heavy armor, strolling along side the man. They came upon a pier, in which men were unloading certain cargo, pulling a few of the packages out with some sort of chain. The metal chain continued to fold on the ground as Gaubert drew nearer to the cargo to investigate it; then, it happened. One of the crates, which was quite heavy, fell off of the pier, pulling along the chain. Gaubert's footing left him as part of the chain slid under him, hitting the floor like a rock. The remainder of the chain caught Gaubert's armor, entangled in it, dragging him quickly to the edge of the pier.

He then took his fall from it, entangled in the cast metal chains, the chains of death. With his large armor, Gaubert couldn't seem to swim back up, and sadly, his officials would never see him again...

"Why thank you, your lordship." Tyermenin took up one of the glasses, and after taking a sip, moved to respond to the Emperor's concerns.

"Well, First, please understand that this war is no guarantee. We are trying to position ourselves so that if war breaks out, we are ready. As for troops, while United Bretony may have more soldiers, all factors indicate them to be a poorly trained and poorly equipped army, and their fractured political landscape makes them likely to wage war against each other. With your assistance, the Professional armies of Wayrest and your own Soldiers would not only equal the number of troops that United Bretony can muster but would far outmatch them in terms of skill and equipment."

Tyermenin sipped his wine again, and after a sufficient pause, continued his response.

"Now, as for territories, We are willing to give you Bhoriane now, but in exchange we will need some commitment from your military in terms of the ongoing effort to crush the rebels in the region. Help us destroy the last of the rebels, and Bhoriane can be the first "Direnni colony" in a new colonial empire. If you do not send military support, Bhoriane will still be on the table, but the transfer of control will have to take place at a later date. As far as Urvaius is concerned, it is guaranteed to you under one condition. You see, while King Charles is very interested in helping your lordship expand his rule, he also needs some form of military commitment from you. If you would agree to launch offensive strikes against Anticlere and its navy, then King Charles will ensure that rule over Urvaius falls to you when all is said and done.

OOC: and damn wooly, talk about a crappy way to die. Its like deadliest catch with heavy plate armor.

Elusmyr tapped his glass, once more deep in thought. The man's offer was appealing. And the thought of being the mer to recreate the glory of the Direnni Empire finally overpowered Elusmyr. The glory of being the man rebuilding the Direnni Empire... his name would be remembered for generations of mer to come.

"Very well. We secede our terms on the condition that in all offensives, we are accompanied by a Wayrest force of at least half our size. I am not willing to throw away the lives my men on quests will little hope, and I hope you can understand that. The second condition of our alliance is that you must send a force of defenders should we ever be attacked on land. Unlikely that may be. Most likely you have heard of the repute of our navy. I would also like to request that an ambassador from Wayrest should be maintained here, and that I may send one of my noblemen to take up position in the royal court of Daggerfall." Elusmyr spoke clear and with command. He took his wine and drank a gulp.

"On the matter of Bhoriane," Elusmyr sipped his wine and smiled knowingly. "You shall find the Altmer most adrpt at quelling the revolutionary efforts of men. Few men dare cause trouble when they know that at my whim, goblins could be loosed on the countryside. I doubt they'd have much revolutionary spirit after everyone in their family has been [censored] and killed by goblins. Should you agree to our renewed terms, then I would be willing to depart a force of 500 Goblins, 500 Heavy infantry, 200 Light Infantry and 500 archers to Bhoriane. I will have a Elindrin delegate a member of The Order of the Fiery Sword of Direnni to lead the troops. Any revolutionary effort can be handled without your help, so we are willing to recieve Bhoriane as soon as our army is mobilized." Elusmyr bragged smugly.

"My, My, The King was right, I do like your style." Tyermenin raised his glass to The Emperor and took yet another sip, and then moved to the matter at hand.

"These terms our acceptable, and Wayrest henceforth agrees to fight with all offensive Direnni forces, with a minimum number of troops equal to half of whatever Direnni deploys. Wayrest agrees to defend The isle of Balifera if invaders ever intrude upon its soil, and as for your request to have an ambassador maintained here, I will remain for a period of two months, but after two months I will need permission from the King in order to remain. As such, I will request that I be permanently stationed here. As for sending one of your own to Daggerfall, feel free to do so. We already have a diplomat on his way to daggerfall, you should consider having your noblemen work with him."

Tyermenin paused for a short moment, and then continued.

"On the matter of Bhoriane, you will need the following documents to facilitate the change." Tyermenin pulled out three sealed documents from the folds of his clothing, and held the one he was speaking about in the right hand, and the rest in the left. "This first document authorizes the military governor of Bhoriane to stand down. The second one provides new mission objectives to the reinforcements that are in transit to the region. Specifically, have someone bring it to their commander, and he'll commandeer the Rousseau noble estate as a temporary military compound until Wayrest can contact him with new orders. Finally, this third document, when given to the Bank of Wayrest, will authorize the change in ownership of several estates, plantations, and the like around Bhoriane from the useless nobles of the region to you. We reccomend killing the former owners when all is said and done. Now, the question remains, what do you want done with the military garrison already at Bhoriane?"

Elusmyr grinned."Excellent. Together, the Wayrest and the Direnni Dominion will crush every opponent who stands against us. We will wash through the land like a mighty tidal wave, and United Bretony and it's allies will merely be like the dirt beneath our marching feet! On the matter you raised, we would like to maintain the original garrison for defence purposes. I trust the troops are professional enough not to protest the cities change of hands? Anywho, I'd like documents containing full reports on Bhoriane's holdings, military and financial situation. As well as the garrison I can expect. I am not going to rule a kingdom blind."

Elusmyr stood up and strolled down to the table, careful not to step on his cape, and placed the wine glass on it. It was empty.

"This is the beginning of a glorious new era for Tamriel. Don't you agree?" Elusmyr smiled, returning to his seat. "I shall travel to Bhoriane myself, so as to boost morale with the troops, and solidify the new reign of Direnni. I shall consider sending more then the previous amount of troops, and perhaps send my general too. It will be essential for us to hold Bhoriane as our foothold in the mainland. You may place the documents on the table. And I shall arrange permanent quarters for you here. One word of caution though. Adamantia is a tower of epic proportions. Do not wonder too far, or you may be lost in it's depths or in it's heights. I shall call a council with my generals. You may seek out a scribe to right down the terms of our agreement, ask him to send it to my office for my personal stamp. You are a credit to Wayrest, Tyermenin, hopefully this new alliance will bring glory to both our peoples." Elusmyr was excited beyond belief, and barely held it. At last! The glorious empire of Direnni was being remade from the ashes! Old territories had already been returned!

Alcaire Dungeon
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The dungeon always had a dark and secluded feel. Now however it was full of light. Every cell was now holding a prisoner, the members of the council. Guards were posted at each cell as were mages which patrolled the hallways, watching for any act of magic. The councilman were all once powerful mages, however they had lost their luster as they aged and they stopped using their powers. I held my hand up and waved the guard away from a cell. He stepped back but drew his sword and stood behind me. Inside of the cell the head of the council, Grandioss, sat slumping near his bedroll.

"So how has your little side business been going my old friend," I muttered tauntingly. He raised his head and glared at me.

"I haven't a clue what your talking about," he grunted, standing and walking towards the cell bars. "Whatever your talking about, you might as well give it up as your not going to get anything out of me or my fellows here." I turned and motioned the three mages I had asked to come with me to enter the nearest cell and remove the councilman.

"We'll see about that. I'll return with your friend soon enough, but for now we're going to have a little chat." His eyes widened a bit and he clenched his fists.

"You wouldn't stoop to that level as to torture innocent old men simply to find out information on a false accusation." I laughed,

"Well I suppose you'd know a lot about false accusations." We then turned and moved towards the emptied room on the next floor.

OOC: Again short post do to being sick.....

Dense Forest - Location Unknown


The air was very humid, made even more obvious by the amount of dew forming on the leaves of the surrounding trees. Occasionally so much water would build up on a leaf, it would pool into one large droplet and crash to the ground. The result of this was many small streams of water flowing downhill into a larger stream and most likely out to the ocean somewhere. The two individuals, now standing on a series of well-crafted platforms and rope bridges suspended more than 40 feet above ground below the tree canopy, were surrounded by a blinding fog. Endless in appearance, you could slice the fog giving it a floating wound, only for it to fill itself in like a viscous honey.

One of the individuals, a young man, early teens, soaked head to toe stands silent in awe of the new surroundings before him. Constant pattering of water droplets from his clothes were the only sounds to be heard amongst the soft rustling of leaves. The surroundings, unlike anything he'd seen before, flashed into existence before him not but a few seconds ago.

"Where. . . are we?", the young one asked in a soft, hushed voice. Placing his hand firmly on his forehead and forcing the bulk of the water from his hair, he waits for the response.

The second individual is an older man, definitely an advlt, and wearing clothing made from a fine cloth. His black hair was long enough to cover most of his forehead, and currently appeared very flat because his hair too was soaked. Over his clothing he's wearing a simple leather set of armour, fairly new in appearance. "Questions will have to wait, my current state places us in an unfavorable position. That is of course unless you know how to nullify extremely powerful magic. Do you?" The man looks at the young boy and smirks, knowing the answer is a 'no'. The man starts walking along the the rope-bridge nearby. "Try to keep up."

The young one quickly caught up behind the man, looking around into the dense fog he asks, "Excuse me... where are we going? Is this place dangerous?"

"We're going to my home, to where my people are," said the man briefly looking back over his shoulder to gauge the distance of the young man. "Yes, this place can be dangerous, if you don't know what you're doing. What place isn't dangerous anymore?" The man said this last sentence with a bit of heaviness in his voice, causing the young one to desire a change of subject.

"I don't know your name yet. Mine's Freas." Freas realized how undesirable it felt to be wearing soaked footwear while trying to navigate rope bridges in the trees.

"Name's Mateus Meroh. Both my parents were Imperials, and I have called this place my home for the better part of my entire advlt life. I suspect you will come to like this place, as we all have." Mateus spoke each of these words with a fondness for them. He really meant what he was saying, there was no mistaking it.

"Will I ever be able to go home, to leave this place someday?" questioned Freas with a bit of fear in his voice. The man named Mateus left Freas with a fear that spoke of him never seeing his parents ever again. He didn't want them to worry about him... he didn't even tell them he was leaving...

"Yes Freas, you will be able to return home. . . as soon as you learn how to." This comment confused Freas. What did he mean, 'as soon as you learn how to'? What did Freas have to learn, and how long would it take? Too many questions were going through Freas' mind. "Are you willing to trust me Freas?"

"I am, but-"

"Good, then leave the rest to me for now," interjected Mateus stopping at a forked intersection in the rope-bridge path which ended in a solid platform built around the trunk of a very thick tree. "Wait here while I figure out which of these three paths to take."

Freas sat down, back against the tree trunk, resting his still wet feet. Mateus stood silently still on the platform, eyes closed, breath held. Freas stared at him and tried to guess at what was going on, and not wishing to disturb Mateus and what ever he was doing, Freas held his breath too without knowing why.

OOC: Guys, can we please stop clogging this thread up with OOC..? Give people at least a week to respond, some of us have busier lives than others.

IC:

"Please, call me Freas. I understand my presence here may be confusing, since my origin is from Alcaire. This is but a birth place for me, and a place I grew up in for a short while. I'm not here for any political means, or to bring you a message from the king of my region. I am but a mercenary on my spare time." Freas realized he was rambling, and decided to conclude the point of the tangent. "I place no interest in the political dabbling of people."

"Almost an hour ago, I was hunting boar in the forest north of here. I was not far from Shalgora actually. Two men, elvish in appearance and wearing citizens clothing, which they aptly called disguises, were moving through the bush. Unaware of my presence, they rested and studied a map of sorts. I couldn't make out much of this map from my location, but as they left they decided to set it aflame. They left in a hurry, towards Daggerfall, and as a result I managed to salvage a portion of this map."

Freas reached for the portion of the map he had on him, but the guard held out the arm with the spear and said firmly, "Careful, your in the presence of a king. I will not hesi..."

"I understand, I'm reaching for the map." Freas slowly motioned and withdrew the map from a location within his cloak. The guard, with his free hand reached out and received the parchment from Freas and stepped backwards waiting for the king to signal his desire to see this parchment.

Freas continued, "These two men had mentioned that they must destroy the map in order to prevent revealing who had drew it up for them. I believe it is of a building within this city, possibly even this castle. Unless you have a library, I don't see how any other buildings here could have so many floors." The king seemed to be growing impatient, but this was a mere guess. However... Freas needed to get to the point. "One of these men possesses something very important to me... to a friend. A very powerful dagger, not unlike my two short-swords. One of the men, who may have already arrived in Daggerfall, said that the dagger would be drinking the blood of someone, most likely in this city, and tonight at that."

Court of Daggerfall

Gothryd was, frankly, surprised that the man went for him first and foremost. This hardly seemed like anything approaching the royal level in importance; people dying in Daggerfall, even from assassins' blades, hardly surprised the king or anyone in the city anymore. In a society as old as this city's, vendettas could be traced back to the First Era, and each side was more than willing to employ assassins and other such shady types. Of course, the guard tried to put a stop to it, but to get rid of feuds was nigh-impossible; by now it was an integral part of Daggerfall's society.

"I would not be so quick, sir Masterhart," The king had obviously chosen to ignore the man insisting to call him by his name. "In admitting hunting boars in the woods of Shalgora to the king of Daggerfall. The woods that are not owned by the lord of that land are few, and mostly owned by the nobility in such a case; and as you most likely know, the lord of Shalgora is a member of my court. However, I have more important business to attend to than unmasking poachers."

"I fail to see, however, why you would choose to come to me with such news unless you were hoping to secure a reward for it." That would hardly be something new in this court. If it isn't a monetary reward, it's a favour, or a position of some sort. You, however, will find none of that in this place, Alcairian. If he seeks a reward for discovering what may be a plot on the king's life he should've chosen Wayrest. I've been told the king there is far more paranoid; I would definitely not be surprised if that turned out to be the case. Odd; a man who is in constant danger worries little, while the one who has little to fear from that direction is ever-worried. "This would not be the first, and certainly not the last time someone plotted against my life; my castle guard is more than experienced when it comes to stopping assassins."

"One would have to be very well prepared and well funded, most likely backed by one of my rivals in High Rock as well to even have a chance at seeing the royal bedroom's doors. Regardless of their weaponry." Gothryd had no idea why the man had chosen to bother him by relaying half the history of this dagger; even if it was enchanted, it'd have to be capable of collapsing walls to warrant special mention. A weapon is, after all, only as good as the one who wields it.

"Unless, of course, you have something more to share, I would call this audience over. Would you not agree..?"

Court of Daggerfall

Time was certainly not of the essence at this point of the conversation, if Freas could but communicate by pure thoughts to convey this message, it'd be sure that Gothryd would take this situation more seriously.

Freas' consciousness spoke to him, but in his mother's voice. When speaking to royalty, you must speak with specificity, confidence, respect, and most importantly. . . remain calm no matter what. Freas closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened his eyes slowly, and breathed out. He could feel his whole body relax, followed by the feeling of goose-bumps across his back.

“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.”

Freas was trying to rationalize what the goal of these to men was, not that the one wielding the dagger had a choice in his actions. Something, other than the thirst for the blood the dagger desires must be sought after. Freas spoke the next thing that came to mind. “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.” He's after something powerful, or something which can turn the tides to his favour.

“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.”

Freas stood upright, and silent now. He wasn't sure if the weight of this matter had yet blossomed within the king's mind, making his head feel heavy in thought. “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.”

OOC: I DO NOT, ABSOLUTELY DO NOT WANT TO SEE ANYMORE ONE LINER OOC POSTS WITHOUT IC POSTS. I HAVE MADE MYSELF CLEAR.

Now, I will post in a bit for Louis and these guys. Here are Anticlere's characters. Also, Solker19 will be taking Phrygias.





ANTICLERE

Darrieux (Called Darius) Pierre (Breton, 42):

Darius is a bold man, wearing his lightly tanned skin and long brown hair with ease (he has slight facial hair going down both ends of his face), along with his facial wrinkles and scars. Even old, his body still is muscular, as he is a bulky, stocky man for his 6 foot height. He sometimes wears green robes as a politician, but he often wears his blemished steel plate armor, which is coated in leather in some parts, looking somewhat raggedy, but not rude, as if to be intimidating. He is often quiet and serious, saying what needs to be said. He is known for his bravery, as he was one of the head leaders of the Anticlerian change of government. He is even a military commander, wielding a steel longsword, which is coated in some dirty serrated bronze. He keeps a steel spear over his back as well, often being mounted on a warhorse, which is clothed in steel. He carries a round iron shield, bearing the symbol of a leviathan with its mouth open, which has become the new military symbol for Anticlere. His deep brown eyes show that he likely has some kind of Redguard ancestry, even though he is mostly Bretic. Now that Gaubert is dead, it is his turn to be the leader of Anticlere. Even though his position has changed, he will protect it as always.

Leonard Fontaine (Breton, 27):

Leonard (often called Leon) yet cunning and courageous, is another serious man. He features short blond hair, which is rounded about the top of his head. It is trimmed in such a way to where it does not curl beyond his hair base, but each waves in his great flat stalk of hair. His head is quite rounded, his squinty blue eyes staring out as an eagle unto the wind. He stands at 5'10, having a rather lean body. Leonard is very prideful of Anticlere, which is his home town. Leonard often wears clean steel plate, mail covering his joints. He fights fiercely in battle with his perfect steel longsword, which boasts a sharp point. The sword itself shows engravings, reading "leviathan" from the hilt to the upper blade on one side, showing the actually leviathan on the other side. He carries a steel round shield similar to Darius'. His other weapon is a lance, which he uses when mounted on his warhorse. Leonard, even though only having a mediocre magic skill, commands the ten "Guards of the Leviathan".

Andr? Malraux (Breton, 34):

Andre is also another tan man, with a tan similar to Darius', though it is slightly lighter. He shows brown eyes and brown hair, but both are lighter than that of Darius'. He stands at about 5'11, showing a slight smirk at almost every part of the day. He wears steel plate armor, flames engraved all over it. This symbolizes Andre's position, the leader of the ancient Knights of the Flame. With his moderate body build, Andre fights with a balance of speed and power, using a steel longsword. This sword has the base of a flame starting above the hilt, carrying on up to the tip of the sword. Other than that, he uses a lance when mounted, along with a large, round shield, which bears the words engraved on the front in front of a flame: "Long live the Restored Flame".

Napolean DeOrleans (Breton, 22):

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Napolean is moderately built at about 6 feet. His short cut black hair and his deep blue eyes go together perfectly, though, he wears his admiral's hat quite a lot. Not much is known about this young man, and the citizens of Anticlere are waiting to see what he will accomplish. He is loyal to his city, and is ready to help it become something more.

OOC: Louis' post is shortish. Just a little "forwarder" to the Anticlere one. Also, I am "substituting" Gaubert with my new Darius for William's conversation. I'm kind of tired, still handling some stuff.

Also, my Sister was born today! February 20th!

IC:

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?






Anticlere, William, Darrieux


Hmph...Montierre is quite something. As young as he is, he is brave, and he seems to understand his actions. I'm glad he isn't some damn fool that I have to watch over. The man can take care of himself. His father must have taught him well.

Darius handed the folder back to William, reaching it across the table to him. A smirk crossed William's face, as he looked back up at Darius.

"So, you do agree..."

William's tone went to the deceiving type, being as cunning as ever.

"Very well then. One of my guards, the mage sent with me, will recall himself back to Urvaius at once to inform Montierre of your actions. I will place my recall here and come back to inform you of any action. Now, I must be off to Bhoriane."

Darius showed a faint smile, reaching over and shaking William's hand.

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you William. They should be there in two days. Your weapons will be in the castle armory. Don't worry, Leonard will be sent. I will also send three of the Leviathans with him. It will be a pleasure."

William nodded and exited. He was ready.

Be ready...




Outside Bhoriane:The Broken Diamond Coterie

Anyone could see such a thing. Twelve figures, all mercenaries, walking the lonely road from Bhoriane to the west. The two Argonians walked in front along with the large Dalk. The others followed behind, quite a few of them goofing off with each other. Some were observing the area, while others had mere conversations with each other, such as Antar and Athyn. Dense forest surrounded them, birds sang, the insects and animals of the forest continued to walk their walk; still, something was quiet, it wasn't natural, yet, it wasn't evil. An-Zaw felt it around him, even the usual comfortable Dalk was uncomfortable. Then, it hit them. When Tralan of Sentinel said something, it wasn't to be taken lightly. Usually, everyone stopped; this time, they did just that.

"Stop."

It was blunt, and it seemed nature had stopped with the group. Dalk soon figured out why, as thirty Bretic scouts poured out from all parts of the forest. They had been gathered together to subdue the group. They must have been watched for a while; yet, how did Tralan not realize this? He was arguably one of the best guides in western High Rock. Now, he didn't have time to think about it. A man in a leaf suit approached: Roland.

"Who are you, and why do you cross this path. I have orders, and I intend you to answer truthfully."

Dalk peered at the man, confused.

"We are...mercenaries...what is this about?"

Well...Mercenaries...

OOC:I thought i responded to this but i don't see my post anymore?


Ri'skar wasn't satisfied. "I would like to contiue this conversation at another time chancellor. I will speak to you again when I have thought about your response. In the mean time i'm hoping you will think about mine."

Name: Duke Robent Dilborn

Race: Breton

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Warrior

Physical Appearance: Robent is an average looking Breton, his height is about 5'9 . His eyes are a light blue, some say that when you look in them you can see the Azurian Sea. He has a dark brown military style haircut that he wears as a sign of respect. His weight is around 175lbs and is somewhat muscular although it is going away after gaining power.

Apparel (clothing and armor): Dark purple with red trim is the signature colors of Phrygias and is no different to Robent's style. His shirt is that of a Cyrodiil velvet shirt. His boots are buckeled and are dark blue like the deepest reaches of the sea.

Weapons: Custom made silver longsword, that the castle blacksmith's made for him as a gift for becoming Duke.

Misc: When he goes out on vacations or long camping trips, he always brings cartographers with him. So he has very detailed maps of the region around Phrygias.

Misc Info: Often dresses in commoner clothes and walks the streets at night to get a better feel of what his people are like.

History/Bio: Robent grew up in a very small village controled by the tyrant that lead Phrygias at the time. Living under the man's rule was the worse the people have ever seen, countless innocents where killed and made to do slave labor with very low pay. Robent really didn't know is parent's some say they where carried off by the tyrants men. At a very young age he learned not to like the ruling duke, he would see women yell at partoling guards only to me smacked or killed. When he was 25 he took part in a small raid against the tyrant's force who where keeping food from the village. Many of his friends where killed in the raid but the ultimely succeded in their task and the village was grateful. As time went on Robant lead more and more raids often with the help of nearby villages. He learned many things during his time doing this, how to lead, tactics. The tyrant ruler grew impatient with the rebles, he would stupidly send people to to deal with the rebels but it only lead to their deaths. After many more years Robent gathered enough support fully challenge the ruler, the battles where bloody but it was for a good cause. So many battles took place the the tyrant called for a truce and Robent and his men answered back with an attack on the castle. Finally overcoming the defenders Robent called for a one on one battle with the tyrant, he accepted. Robent later commented that that was the easiest battle ever. The people of Phrygias called Robent a hero and awarded him with leadership, he would bring prosperety to them. Know the time come for Robent to led them to greater glory or destruction only time will tell.

Name- General Jolvan
Race- Breton
Age- 42
Gender- Male
Physical Appearance- His height is almost a full head above Robent's, he often teases the Duke about this. His hair is a very dark black and in the same military style as Robent's. His eyes are as brown as the dirt.
Apparel- He is always in his steel plate armor with the Phrygias crest, some jokingly say that it is apart of his body.
Weapon- The steel longsword he sports is the sharpest of any weapon in Phrygias. When he is not eating or sleeping he is sharping his blade.
Bio- Jolvan has been a military man since a very young age. When the revolt happened he fought for the tyrant for some years. Later he switched sides after seeing the truth about what was going on. Robent did not trust him after he took power as time went on though he became close friends with him and made him a general.
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Castle Phrygias, Main Hall


The Duke Robent stood at a large window with his hands crossed behind his back, looking out on the land he called his home not knowing what the future would hold for his people. Not having any heirs worried him even more he knew that his line should go on. As he stood there thinking his loyal general walk in and greeted his lord.

"Sire how is the morning treating you," General Jolvan said as he stopped next to Robent.

"Good Jolvan just thinking about the land and the people. Have you heard the rumors around lately?"

"Yes sire, everybody is whispering that there might be a war for this side of the Iliac Bay. Maybe it is only gossip."

"I do not think so Jolvan, wars have always been and will always will be. Just in case I want to you start building up our army only for defense purpose."

"It will take time sire, training and equipment manufacturing is not a short process. If I may sire we should build up relations with our neighboring cities."

"Yes, yes I know what we should do. Very well I think you should handle this matter personally. Head for the city of Urvaius it has been to long since we had word from them."

Duke Robent did not wait for Jolvan to answer back before he turned and walked away. He made his way to the war room with maps of different regions spread over the various tables he set at one of the tables and put his elbow on the table then laid his head on his fist. Meanwhile Jolvan walked out of the castle to the stables that were just a walk away, he jumped on his horse and rode off to Urvaius.

Elusmyr exited the Throne Room via the door leading up into the tower, and after walking for a few minutes through the corriders of polished stone that seemed to shimmer and reflect almost magically, he saw a servant. The servant promptly bowed. "You may rise." Elusmyr said impatiently. "I have a task for you. You are to find General Elindrin, Admiral Calendras and have them meet me in the War Room. Also, send a servant to the War Room and have him escort the diplomat inside to his quarters.

Elusmyr continued true the glorious structure until he came upon a wooden doubledoor. Pushing it open he entered a huge hall, with a massive oval table built into the ground, and rising up, shining blackly like polished obsidian. Chairs built of material he had never seen outside of Direnni crept over in curves from the floor around the grand Oval Table. Six circular pillars dominated the left and right of the room. Elusmyr walked over to a larger chair at the very top of table. The hall filled with echoes as Elusmyr moved through the room, and it gave the room a sacred feeling. Elusmyr grabbed a quill and a piece of parchment that lay unused on the table and began writing orders and troop specifications.

Elusmyr sat motionlessly afterwards until the doors opened to admit Elindrin and Calendras, followed by a servant. Calendras nodded and took a seat with a scowl. Elindrin grinned and walked over to a seat near Elusmyr. "What crazy scheme have you got us caught up in now, lad?" He asked cheerfully.

"This is a serious matter, Elindrin." Elusmyr replied impatiently. He looked at the servant standing by the doorway. "You are dismissed." he stated flatly. The servant turned and left the room, closing the heavy doors behind him.

"Serious business, eh? Some sheep got stolen by raiders or eaten by a wolf? Did a peasant lose a sack of grain?" Elindrin chuckled.

"Hear his Majesty before making unwanted and unneccesary comments. You are most unprofessional. If his Majesty says it is a serious matter, then it is a serious matter." Calendras stated emotionlessly.

Elindrin narrowed his eyes. "I don't remember anyone asking for your council, child."

"How dare y-"

"The both of you be silent. Or I shall have you both vent your fustration in a dungeon for the night while I find more capable commanders." Elusmyr cut in.

Elindrin laughed and turned away to Elusmyr. "So what is this 'Serious business'?"

"I have just agreed to a military alliance with Wayrest. We are to land a military force in Bhoriane as soon as possible." Elusmyr replied curtly.

Elindrin's eyes went wide, and even Calendras's eyebrows raised slightly.

"Are you serious, lad? I thought we all agreed it was best to avoid taking part in the war?" Elindrin growled.

Calendras scowl grew deeper. "Milord, I would advise against this, the casualties would be im-"

"Silence!" Elusmyr snapped, raising his voice. "I asked neither of you for your opinions nor your council. In return for our assistance we are to gain the regions of Bhoriane and Urvaius. It would recreate the Direnni Empire. Think of the glory." Elusmyr lowered his voice. "Regardless of what you think, the agreement has been made. These are documents detailing the amount of troops to be transported to Bhoriane right now. As well as orders and the amount of ships to accompany them. I myself will be accompanying the troops, you shall remain here to guard the nation from threats. A member of the Order of the Fiery Sword will serve as military leader of the garrison I am placing there. I have come to all conclusion required myself, and the opinion of neither of you is needed." Elusmyr pushed the parchment down the table. "I want all of the troops required assembled at one place, and ready to depart by nightfall. Have them march hard and fast from whatever garrisons need troops subtracted, have mages heal them with respite spells to make sure they make it. By tomorrow, I want the troops to be ready to board the ships and be carried to Bhoriane. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Milord." Elindrin frowned, obviously troubled.

"As you command, My lord. So it shall be." Calendras added.

Elusmyr departed the room, he was too weary to take part in the arguement he knew was inevitable if he stayed.

Castle Alcaire, Dungeon
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The room had the same feeling as the rest of the dungeon. It was dark, muggy, and lonely. The dim lighting of a single candle added to the atmosphere. Behind me a guard closed the wooden door and I proceeded to the councilman who sat in a wooden chair facing three mages. His dark elf features seemed worn and tired. His time in the dungeon had not been pleasant even though it had been short. He glared at me through his red eyes. "What purpose do you have for bringing me here. If you think you'll get me to tell you anything of anything your mistaken." He snarled at me. Even in his old age he still had quite a bit of bite in him. I motioned to one of the mages who in turn removed his iron gauntlet.

"I believe its in your best interest to give me what I'm searching for and have this over with quickly. It would be much easier on both me and you alike." He spat at my feet,

"I'll tell you nothing!" He growled, rocking in his chair. The mage who had removed his glove then shocked the councilman with a swift yet heavy punch to the abdomen. The councilman let loose a series of coughs and bent over, his long wet hair draping around his face.

"I don't want to have to cause you any more pain. This is against what I believe is right but I know it is needed for the best of my city. Again the Elf spat, this time a mixture of saliva and blood.

"No," he wheezed. I lowered my head in shame as to what I was required to do. I'd given this order in the military before, but it was the cruelest of punishments I'd seen done and I completely hated giving the order. Nonetheless I needed to for the good of my citizens. I looked at the mages and pointed at the nearly broken man nodding.

"Do it." The mages nodded. They grabbed the man from the chair and lifted him, binding his hands together with rope while he stood. They then proceeded to lift his arms and wrap them in a chain hanging from the high ceiling where he would be forced to stand on his feet. The mage who had delivered the punch now ripped the councilman's shirt down the back and cleared his back of any clothing. Then it began. The mages hand began to shimmer with magic as he prepared to get the answers from the man that we needed. The shimmer turned a light red and it became heat instead of a magic glow. Slowly flames began to lick at his hand, but dealing no harm to him. Finally he reached his hand out and placed it on the councilman's back. Instantly the man cried out, his body lurching outward, trying to escape the torturous flame on his back though he couldn't. Steam from the burning flesh rose from the mages hand as the smell of the melting skin filled the room. This luckily only lasted a few moments before the councilman cried out,

"Stop I'll tell you everything, anything just stop this please!" His crying call was choked by tears and fits of pain as his body tried still to escape. The mage instantly pulled his hand from the man's back and dipped it in a bucket of water which was near by. The councilman's back was now a mess of red and black skin. It was scorched in places while only singed in others. It spots it seemed as though the skin had nearly evaporated away. The man still hung from the ceiling chain, weeping in pain and fear. I stepped into his fixed gaze.

"Tell me now where in my city this drug organization is based." He looked at me with a shaky jaw. Tears still streamed from his puffy red eyes and saliva ran from his mouth due to the fits of crying and screaming.

"The....Water R..Rock Inn. Downstairs.....th..there is a s...stash. The Inn k...keeper is the s...second in the operation." He let loose of series of coughs and gagging sounds as blood rushed into his throat. I waited for a moment before continuing.

"How committed is the council to this operation?" He slowly replied,

"Very little. The c...c...council head is....the only re...son we keep this go....ing. We cont...tinued out of fear." I gritted my teeth. I had put an innocent man through this torture when he deserved it much less than others.

"Removed him from his bindings and get to work healing his wounds. I'll order the castle's leading doctor to come here and assess the damage." I exited the room at a quick pace and met the guard captain. "I want them to be kept in their cells. I'll send word later today as to their fate." He nodded and returned a swift, "Yes Sir," while I walked up the stairs to the outdoors. Arriving outside I breathed in as much fresh air as possible to cleanse my lungs of the horrid stench I had endured. The barracks was only a few meters away and I made a dash for them, hoping to catch someone of the military inside.

I swept through the doors and luckily found Dorin sharpening a great claymore with a large spinning wheel. He stopped as I urgently entered the room.

"My Lord, why are you in such a hurry?" He asked in his deep and very Nordic voice.

"I need you to organize a team of militants. I know this matter would be suited for the guards to handle but I know their are a few who need the training and this will work for it. I need you and a group of at least ten to head to the Water Rock Inn and evacuate it while taking the workers captive. Below in the basemant of the Inn their should be a stash of drugs and whatever else is being hidden their." Dorin seemed surprised at such a random event occurring, but he was still pleased that he was being put in charge of such a mission.

"Ey, I'll handle this my Lord." Dorin stood from his wheel and grabbed a light suit of chain mail which he began to equip immediately. "Just going to be a difficult training session with the troops," he chuckled.

"Thank you Dorin. I have to head to the castle as I have to sort out all of these matters. We have to much going on right now for me to sit back while you finish this. I want word sent to me right away once the operation is complete and I'll come down to make the order as to what should be done." Dorin smiled and waved me off as I exited the barracks. I had work to do regarding not only this matter but everything else going on in this damned city.

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."

Chancellor's Quarters, Camlorn Castle

"I would like to continue this conversation at another time chancellor. I will speak to you again when I have thought about your response. In the mean time I'm hoping you will think about mine," said Ri'skar. From the glare in his eyes Dandre could tell he was uncertain about his decision. Dandre's speech had silenced Ri'skar for the moment, but it definitely didn't persuade him.

"When you arrive upon a decision you can send word by messenger or meet me in person. Whichever is more capable. I will ponder your words, but I advise you to consider my position unchanged. After all, our revolutionary government is based upon a room full of apes yelling demeaning jeers at another because they disagree. I too hope we can converse again, but it seems we both should part each other for now. Some time alone could help us both with deciding what is truly most important." After Dandre finished the room had fallen silent for the moment leaving the two to enjoy the shining sun rays washing upon the architecture. He drank from his goblet relinquishing whatever had been left.

At that moment a castle guard strode into the room. "Chancellor Idhdea, sir." The guard sounded frightened that he may have disturbed Dandre and Ri'skar, but continued. "An Ambassador of Kambria has arrived and wishes to speak to you, should I lead him away or have him wait?"

"Summon him now, except take him to the Throne Room," said Dandre. When it came to discussing matters with representatives, officers, and nobles of Camlorn he liked to host them in his chambers as it had a more personable atmosphere. But guests from elsewhere he entertains within the Throne Room. He hopes to impress foreigners so they see Camlorn's success without a monarchy.

The guard didn't leave immediately. "Should I search him for weapons now or wait till he reaches the Throne Room?"

"Let him walk untouched to the Throne Room, then have the guards stationed there search him. I do not wish to show distrust by not allowing the Kambrian Ambassador to walk the Castle halls unarmed." Dandre then turned to Ri'skar. "Well my friend, it appears it will be a busy day for me. I wish you farewell." He then left and headed for the Throne Room.

Entrance, Camlorn Castle

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:

Kind of busy today. Alright, now, I need all of you to send me a PM RIGHT NOW stating that it is ok to fast forward to the 3rd day. I'll post in a bit.

OOC:

Everyone except for Falcon, PFA, Bmont, and Firehawk has been fast-forwarded to DAY THREE. Steve and Blademaster's diplomat will speak with each other on day three. When PFA and Falcon are done speaking, they can proceed one day. Firehawk, when you are done with your scenes, you may fast-forward as well.

It's ok with most people so far. If it isn't, send me a PM and I will keep you on day two. This is mainly for me, Kritikal, Ravanger, and I am the Walrus. My cavalry have arrived. I will not state what kind there are., not yet. Ravanger, your original 4k you sent from Wayrest are now in Bhoriane as well. Walrus, your troops will arrive there at night (since they are leaving that morning). Let's roll. Blade will be off his trip soon. JEROD, JONAS- You BOTH need to post, or something. Also, I am not going to state what happened to my mercenary band yet.

The army sheet is being worked on.

IC:

West of Bhoriane, Bertrand du Guesclin, Dayton, The Urvaiusian Cavalry

"Dayton, don't you hear them?"

It was Roland, still in his leaf suit. Dayton had been waiting for some time, and he knew they would be there soon; but this, this was early day. The sun was just beginning to rise, the crickets chirping their song around the camps of the men. Everything has seemed so quiet.


Hooves echoed in the plains and hills. Animals hid in the forest. They were here.

Dayton stopped to look a distance, as a wave came over the hills. Thousands of men, each upon their own mount; some fought with lance, some with bow. They continued to come within sight. It was never ending. Who would have ever thought it would take thousands of men for such a task, that thousands could unite under the same cause and the same banner, against thousands of others who fought under the opposing banner. It had always been a wonder to Dayton; his men worked spread out, eying things down and gathering information. His men did not stand in a line, spear and shield in hand, ready to die. They sat alone in the bushes laid down on the earth.

The wave became clearer as time went by. The horses continued to get closer, the wave finally ceasing to expand any further. There had to be over two thousand of them in total. It was then that a man crossed into the camp on horseback, and Dayton would have known this man as any. The man peered over at Dayton from his horse, the man's helmet gleaming in the rising sunlight. The sun was now crossing over the trees. The cavalry were here.

"Well Dayton...has your mission been successful?"

Dayton smirked, lifting his face into the light to respond.

"It's done, Bertrand. The enemy doesn't know of us yet either, but we must make ready, for they will soon know. Rosseau has been contacted along with the rebels and noblemen. They are ready."

Bertrand nodded.

"The infantry will arrive in one day with the siege weapons. Now, Dayton? Is it time to launch the first attack?"

Dayton turned away for a minute, staring into the sun.

So...it comes to this...

"Bertrand. Take your 3000 cavalry and have them each carry a Molotov Cocktail. Throw them onto the walls, without warning. The guard has just woken, they are changing shifts. Go now, at once."

Bertrand nodded, gathering his men, passing the order back to the rest of the men.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~2 hours later. 7 AM.

The city was in viewing distance, it's gates standing tall. The cavalry were getting closer, and now, one could see one-thousand more cavalry came to join Bertrand's men. They were the noblemen, each carrying a Molotov Cocktail of their own. The guard could attempt to fire at the cavalry, but in Bertrand's opinion, it wouldn't do much damage. They would attack first, regardless.

Four thousand mounted men came, fire in hand, lobbing their bombs at the walls and in front of them, into the low watch towers, onto the towers. It wasn't in unison of course. They each came through the middle, then riding around the flank in a line back to the camp after the assault. The assault would likely last at least an hour, and the guard may have time to gather themselves. If they would exit the city, they could be fired upon, or burned in fire. The smoke rose to a point to where little at eye level was visible. It was here, the first assault of a Bretic state in nearly fifteen years.

Let them come...

IC: Bhoriane


As the molotov cocktails smashed into the walls, they turned the orderly guard posts into a chaotic mess. While many of the incendiary devices smashed harmlessly agianst the walls of Bhoriane, enough made it into the guard towers and on to the tops of the walls to cause problems. Several unlucky guards were immolated in the first moments, but it soon became a problem of burning wood rather than burning men. With the smoke choking the air, the men quickly worked to put out the fires, but the walls were not a source of water, and they had to rely on street level patrols and good Samaritans to bring the necessary water. Once the flames in an area were put out, the dampened wood became a much less hospitable enviroment for the fire, and any subsequent flames in these areas were merely the result of the fumes from the molotov's liquid propellant burning. Though there was much that could still burn, and as long as the attacked continued there was no hope of truly stopping the fires.

Some of the archers were able to find pockets where the smoke was not thick, and began shooting their arrows at their enemy's horses. Even with the smoke, something as big as a horse could not hid from the archers keen eyes.

Meanwhile, the military commander of Bhoriane watched the flames and the smoke rise up from his walls, and he was struck with inspiration. "Men! We must fight fire with fire! Get all the turpentine you can and bring it to the walls. At that point, dump it on whoever is starting the fires and then set the turpentine on fire."

OOC:

so essentially, the turpentine doesn't have to be ignited in order to cause your men harm.

IC: The men quickly worked to carry out their commander's plan, and were able to retrieve ten barrels of turpentine from warehouses and local artisans. They were able to get onto the walls via one of the towers, whose flames had already been put out and whose windows were now blocked with furniture and closed shutters. Once at the walls the men deviated from the original plan, and while they dumped the contents of five of the barrels on passing enemy cavalry, ensuring it was beginning to burn when it finally reached them; the other five were used to fill beer bottles that were at the base of the tower. With a rag stuffed in them, the men were now armed with a supply of turpentine molotov's. Even if they failed to ignite, the turpentine landing on the skin of one of the cavalry men or their horse would be quite hazardous. Whenever a cavalry unit passed close enough, they lobbed one of their turpentine molotov's at them.

OOC: Noice one mate, but it'll be hard to throw the barrels, along with you getting pelted. Anyhow, time to pull back my assault a little bit, now for tactic two. I'll have some casualties though, probably a few or so, as you will. Get your army sheet out, bro. I'm kind of doing the cavalry really quickly. My Infantry/siege weapons aren't there yet, but the noblemen have some. Also, Ravanger; when do you want me to make a map of the area? We need a foot scale of the battlefield. I say the battlefield should be a kilometer in length, from the plain beside the road, then forest from then onward. This isn't official, I haven't heard from you yet. This wasn't a "planned" battle after all. Just tell me what is cool, and I'll edit this.



Urvaiusian Heavy Cavalry (1,500): Men armored in iron plate and iron mail, carrying lances and round shields consisting of a plate of iron in front of two inches of oak. The horses are covered in mail. They are heavy cavalrymen from Urvaius, each a deadly collision force capable of decimating light cavalry. They carry an iron longsword as their side arm.

Urvaiusian Light Cavalry (1,500): Men armored in leather padding around their body, riding naked horses. These men carry bows and about 30 arrows each. They carry a nine foot iron spear as their side arm, which is slung against their back while not in use. They are known for their speed and agility. Half of these men carry light bolts, while the other half carry heavy bolts.

Noblemen Knights (500) :

These men are the noblemen troops in the area, consisting of many noblemen themselves. Each horse is clothed in iron mail, while 400 of the riders wear iron mail and plate. 100 are knights, being covered in steel. All of them carry heavy lances and longswords as their side arm.

Noblemen Mounted Medium Cavalry (500) :

These men wear light iron mail, carrying crossbows and 40 respective heavy bolts. Their horses are armored in light mail. They carry iron longswords as a side-arm.

10 Noblemen Scorpios: 3 Men run each scorpio.

3 Onagers: 8 men run each Onager




IC:

Bhoriane, Bertrand

It had taken the guards some time to get over the panic and chaos. Fire had invoked the front of the castle. Time went by, more and more suffered. Soon, turpentine was launched. The barrels weren't seriously close enough to the horses, though, they did scare some of them and give some slight burns. The bottles, on the other hand, where the main driving defense force. With the last molotovs being thrown, it would be impossible to launch any siege weapon from the walls, as most of the wooden ones were likely damaged. He didn't know how many guards there were, but it didn't matter. They were trapped inside their walls. On the other hand, it was very possible for siege weapons to be launched from outside the city. Of course, they had no goal of taking the city; they would just beat it around a little bit. Bertrand gave the order for the command to be given by a visual banner and by a drum beat.

"Order the heavy cavalry back. Tell them to wait for the signal. Move the light ones back from the fire, tell them to shoot!"

The heavies turned back through the flanks, most of them already behind the rest of the army. The light ones began folded into a loose formation, up to about 30 yards from the city wall. Scorpios were lined up from the south, along with Onagerst. These were just outside of the forest surrounding Bhoriane to the southwest. Pretty soon, scorpios were shooting at the towers; onagers were launching their piles of rocks at the soldiers in the city. The trebuchet loaded up, firing its large boulder. Unfortunately, Bertrand knew they would have to retreat eventually. This was all they had, but he wondered where the rest of the noblemen infantry were. It wasn't his responsibility, after all.

With the horses lined up in their loose formation (which was quite long), they began to fire their arrows 500 at a time. The first 500 arrows would be launched, then the horses would go up the flank on both sides, retreating to the back of the army. The next 500 would ride up and shoot, and repeat the process.

"Fire!"

The first volley was fired.

Now, all he had to do was wait.

And arrows filled the sky...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ll37USUoiM0

OOC: Arius Tiber ? Minor Character under the command of Baszone sixtius

IC:
Admiral's office

It was eleven o'clock and all the naval Captains were assembled for the Admiral's planning session. Admiral Stedrine entered the room from his back office to see his Captain's presented in front of him ready to assist him in planning.

"Thank you all for being here this late. With this new information we have gathered we can end the unrest in the waters once and for all. We will plan out the battle tonight and then at the crack of dawn we will attack," Stedrine walked over to the table, where a large map was set up with several small statues representing the ships. "We can thank Captain Arius' task group for locating the Pirate hideout. Arius, please step forward and tell us what you found."

The room became quite as no one stepped forward, and all of the Captain's looked around for Arius. It seemed to them that Arius had not arrived at the meeting. The Admiral continued to look down at the map as he waited for the man to step forward.

"Hurry up Arius, we do not have all night."

"Admiral, Arius is not here," One of the Captain's replied.

"What! Are you sure? Captain sixtius, where is your second," Stedrine looked around the room for Baszone, but he was missing as well. "Where is Port Captain sixtius?"

"He is not here either,"

Colin flipped the table in a fit of rage, the table crashed to the ground and the rest of the Captain's stepped back.

"Be gone all of you! I do not want to see any of you until sixtius returns. I want him escorted to my office, if he resists throw him in the brig. He will end up there anyway if he screws any of this up for us."

OOC: Wooly, I did not post the assault because it would happen between midnight and one AM. Being as such, you can move me head a day.

Alcaire Training Grounds
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"Alright all of you front and center right away!" Dorin bellowed at the troops who were sparring with one another and striking defenseless dummies. As Dorin asked the green troops all rushed to attention and watched Dorin, awaiting his words. He smiled at their quick response. "We have a mission men, and yes I mean us. This will be a great training course for all of you. I will give you the details on our way they as we don't have much time. I want you all to pull together your armor and weapons and meet me here again. I best not have to go into the barracks and drag you out if you dilly dally." Dorin always seemed to send a sense of urgency and his own personal brand of terror upon the green soldiers. It mostly came about by his nordic presence and his forceful and blunt manner of speech.

The soldiers hustled to the barracks and were no sooner in than out as they donned their armor, mostly mail although some had heavy iron plate as well. There were eight soldiers now standing before Dorin and his smile broadened. "Good timing men. Now lets go, our destination in the Water Rock Inn near the southern most gate." Dorin turned about and started walking towards the exit of the minor walls within the city which encompassed the castle grounds as well as the military barracks and the guard house. His men followed in turn, assuming a marching position. Dorin ordered the man behind him to continue onward towards the in while he would fall back a few steps and fill in the others on the situation.

"Alright I suppose I may as well give you the information on this little mission of ours and what it is exactly what we're doing. Since that grand and mighty council of ours has been pulled out of power and imprisoned, a scandal has been unearthed. The council was controlling the shipments of drugs in and out of our majestic city and this Inn stood as the drop off point for it all. The cellar within the Inn holds the drugs and the people working the Inn are most likely involved. We are to take them all into custody as they are all suspect. There should be little resistance, but just in case be ready for anything. A young soldier by the name of Eyitious cleared his throat and spoke,

"Sir Dorin, what is going to be done with all of these drugs?" Dorin felt almost like a tour guide, answering commonly asked questions of the foreigners.

"Well Eyitious," Dorin began, "The drugs will be boxed by the guards and then shipped to the sea where they will be removed of by ship. Most likely dumped into the waters." Eyitious nodded and continued on with the rest of the troop.

After only a few minutes walk they arrived near the Inn doors where they stopped out of site of the Inn itself and decided to create a small plan as to how to deal with the entering and extracting of the Inn workers. Dorin used this as a chance to assume the tactical ability of the troops.

"I think we should have half enter from the front while the rest enter from the back," whispered one of the recruits. Dorin smiled,

"We are close enough for them to hear us lad. No worries about voice level." The mans face turned a light red and he grunted in embarrassment. After that none of the soldiers spoke up out of fear of ridicule. "Well come on then lads, someone must have a good idea. I'd rather have you get experience than me do what I've done for years." One of the loudest of the bunch, a young Imperial by the name of Redorin, finally spoke out.

"I think we should have some men move in through the front and order the workers to exit. At the same moment a few others should head around back and find the cellar door which leads directly to the outside and try entering. If its locked then the lock should just be broken or the door. A few men should be left outside to assist in the handling of the criminals." The boy looked to Dorin for his opinion.

"All in favor?" Dorin smiled and look about at the others. When everyone nodded and no one made any attempt at a different plan Dorin began sorting the men into their groups. The men who would enter the front, the back and the outer guards. Once they were all in their assigned groups the mission went underway.

As the group to enter the front door and the men to guard the front of the Inn headed for their destination the others moved around to the back, still out of sight of the Inn. They were accompanied by Dorin who would assist in any possible fights that could break out if there were mercenaries defending the cellar.

"Alright Eyitious, head for the cellar hatch and see if its locked." Dorin then pointed at the hatch that was partially covered by a large green bush. The young soldier rushed to the hatch and lightly tugged on the rusted iron handles, it moved. He then hurried back to the men waiting for him in an alley beside the Inn.

"Its not locked sir, we're clear." Dorin pushed the men to the hatch where they circled about it. Dorin then tugged on it himself and found it unlocked as the boy had said.

"I'll go first," Dorin whispered," The rest of you fall in line behind me." One by one, like a slow flowing stream they poured into the cellar which was dark and muggy. The cellar they stood in now was a simple cellar. Wooden crates lined the walls and were stacked about as were sacks and bags which sagged all about. Dorin walked to the nearest crate and lifted the lid. Inside of the crate was a mountain of empty violet bottles which had no real purpose, although they stunk of skooma. "Check all of the containers in here, I'll look around down the hall way there for anything else." Dorin whispered once more. Above it was quiet but they could hear faint footsteps knocking against the wooden floor.

Dorin made his way down the dark hallway where he found little more than more crates and sacks. After searching about for a few more moments Dorin finally found something of use. A random iron handle jutting from the dirt floor. Dorin grasped it and pulled in turn opening a hidden wooden hatch and causing the dirt to erupt upward. Dorin let loose a series of quiet coughs and then made his way down the dimly lit corridor which fell just below a small ladder. Only a few steps ahead and Dorin entered a very hot and cramped room. Tables rapped around the edges of the room holding all kinds of strange colored plants and recognizable drugs and bottles of odd liquids and liquors. The high heat was coming from a large iron pot standing in the center of the room with a smoldering pile of coals beneath it. The fire was powered by magic although there was no mage about. Crates were also all about this time full of more drugs and full bottles of skooma and other rare and illegal alcohol.

Dorin only spent a few moments in the room before he left due to the uncomfortable heat he was left simmering in. Above he found his men working at sifting through everything. They had managed to open almost all of the crates which contained bottles and more strange plants. "Good work lads. We can head out of this hot hole and confront the owners of this work place. Dorin exited into the Inn through the doorway leading up a flight of stairs, like he had hoped the Inn was completely empty. The front door was still open as Dorin and the rest of the soldiers left the building. The Inn keeper was sprawled on the ground, shackles wrapped his hands and legs. The others simply were sitting against the front of the Inn. The Inn keepers eyes widened as Dorin walked out of the Inn, a violet bottle in his hand.

"I believe yo forgot this in there friend." Dorin growled. "Take all of them to the dungeon where they will be held until further orders are given. This order was followed to the dot and the Inn was deserted by all of its workers. The removal of the drugs and alcohol would take place later that night.

Alcaire Castle, Lords Bedroom
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......I here by order the swift and quiet removal of the head of council, Trisan, both swiftly and quietly. May his spirit rest soundly and may the Nine watch over his being and cleanse it of its evil.

I placed my quill on my desk and capped my ink well. I rolled the scroll in front of me and wrapped in with a black ribbon. This was the final order to be rid of the council leader. The rest of the council was to be removed as well but only to a knew home. They would stay in prison for a time but they would not be put to death.

"Bandon, will you please deliver this to the guard captain?" The tall Dark Elf I had spoken to just yesterday when he had gathered me from my relaxing post outside the city took the scroll from me, nodded and swiftly exited the room. He was much grimmer than before due to the things going on about the castle and city over only a day. Only a day I thought. It had been such a short few hours and still so much had occurred. I quickly brushed off the bad thoughts and walked to my grand stained window. The center had been removed and replaced with a clear and plain window allowing me to view the grand forested mountain before the castle which stood atop a steep hill itself.

"How could such grand beauty be home to such horrid acts," I muttered to myself. The nature of mankind simply disgusts me and I only wish it were more like nature. Harsh at times, but so serene and beautiful among all other things.

I spent a few more moments watching the wind blow the tall and gloriously strong trees before I finally turned to my dull gray castle room and made my way to my grand bed. I rolled beneath my heavy blankets and allowed sleep to overtake my mind and my body.

OOC: Just wondering if I should take the pov of my scouts as they arrive at their destinations?

The waves slapped gently off the side of the ship, and the winds were blowing in the right direction, and should the winds fail, there were always the rowing oars on the lower deck. By all accounts, they would arrive before nightfall if the winds stayed the same.

Elusmyr turned to Calendras, who had a map unfurled on the fine table that dominated the center of the Captain's cabin. "Sir, shall we head straight into the bay, or shall we land on the coast and enter the city on foot." Calendras spoke colourlessly.

"The bay would be best, it'll be easier to unload the machines, and besides, I want to walk from dock to keep with trumpeteers in every street corner celebrating my arrival, and the cities entry in the glorious Direnni Dominion!" Elusmyr laughed.

Calandras' lips curled into a half-smile. "Milord, I wouldn't be quite so eager. There are no doubt unruly peasants and nobles that will have to be put down."

"Don't fret, Calendras. There will be plenty of victims for you to torture." Elusmyr chuckled. Elusmyr grabbed the brush he had had brought up, and painted Bhoriane blue, covering it's previous purple. The colour of Direnni. He smiled.