Isen Ehtar
Grunt
1st King of Mittelmarch
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Post by Isen Ehtar on Mar 24, 2006 17:02:45 GMT -5
*Isen sits in the tree not too far from the fire but just out of the reach of the light. He listens intently to the conversation hoping that Baethor makes his way to this camp soon so he can learn more of this new guard that is to be developed.*
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Post by kiyoko sasaki on Mar 24, 2006 23:18:02 GMT -5
::twitches looking at gravein:: 'ey....dont ye be doin' that it creaps me out...::fiddles with a stick from wich he had picked up moments before when rune had him pinned::
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Mar 29, 2006 8:26:03 GMT -5
Fellas try to keep yer calm.
::Turns to Isen::
Evenin' bruder Isen, tis good to see you. The journey to Oron's is a story yet to be told, but the guard thing is an idea right now, I'm think'n fighters of different units help build a guard for Mittelmarch. Lot of farmers in these lands, forming a guard, finding a leader for the guard is the goal, for now we grow it till it carries itself. What do you think, Isen?
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Isen Ehtar
Grunt
1st King of Mittelmarch
Posts: 345
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Post by Isen Ehtar on Mar 29, 2006 12:32:23 GMT -5
*Isen silently jumps from the tree branch and walks over to the Nichtmar, still just outside of the reach of the flames full light*
I see where this is going, and I look forward to its completion. I will lend you as many of the brothers as I can spare but I must tell you we are not many. For the trip to Oron's The Brotherhood of the Crimson Fang will stay here near the villagers to keep them safe from any attacks.
*Isen finds himself a comfortable spot on the ground and lays down to look up at the stars seemingly lost in his thoughts.*
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Baethor
High Council
Duk'Rik of the Bri'Ak Duraz.
That which does not kill me, has made a tactical error
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Post by Baethor on Mar 31, 2006 22:10:11 GMT -5
from beyond the shadows made by the campfire, a voice booms out.
"Yer a jumpy lot aint ye!"
run hops up holding his daggers, but stops short when a rather hefty axe blade stops an inch from his nose, a voice from below him laughs heartily.
"calm yerself poltergeist, tis only Baethor walkin in yer midst."
Baethor pulls the axe away and wraps an arm around rune with a one armed hug. he clomps his way over near the first, revealing halfdry mud along his knee's and tabard, and a few nicks and scratches on his hands and face. Baethor plants his battleaxe down into the dirt, and takes a seat next to it.
"sorry it took me so long boy's, got a wee bit side tracked on the way home"
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Post by kiyoko sasaki on Apr 2, 2006 10:40:27 GMT -5
::sets his bowl down looking to baethor:: where ye attacked er somethin? ::shuffles feet around then looks into the fire:: and better yet...where ye followed?
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Baethor
High Council
Duk'Rik of the Bri'Ak Duraz.
That which does not kill me, has made a tactical error
Posts: 2,234
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Post by Baethor on Apr 2, 2006 14:20:40 GMT -5
"attacked? oh the scratches! nay, i wouldnt call it an attack per say. me and nichtmar met this group of fighters using only rapiers and shields, quite strange folk, but they were fast, i'll givem that. only problem is that rapiers aint much good against a good shield, hah!"
Baethor helps himself to some stew and digs in, dribbling into his beard bit.
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