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Post by greybeardabbot on Aug 2, 2006 17:41:01 GMT -5
"Gad Sir! You are a useful lot, unlike these pups in black. All though they do come in handy (Winks at Zaron, meaning the offence was meant kindly). Since as many as answered have come. I'll beg you order some food while I retrieve my drawings."
GB stands and exits, stoping a moment to wisper in Lisel's ear... There is a brief exchange of heated word on her part, but she smiles broadly as she enters the kitchen. There is conversation among the friends until his return... (SEE GB's RULES THE MAPS ARE POSTED)
"There gents is the lay of the land... and Lisel has set a glazed ham on the spit for us... Nitchmar, inorder for the rest of us to enjoy a good roast, I've asker to spike a goat just for you. If you want it cooked, you'll have to wait for it... otherwise she can just wave it in front of the fire and you can eats it raw."
(Take a look at the maps... and some of you propose a battle plan... I have one in mind, but lets hear yours first... and if something is not on the map that you wish was... pop of an IM and I might allow it.)
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Aug 2, 2006 21:52:06 GMT -5
Nichtmar finishes his second mug of ale, wiping his chin as he puts the mug down, nodding to the bar keep.
“My Friend, I may be a beast, but I prefer my meat cooked than squishy raw, but I must admit…”
He snarls from what seems to be an unseen darkness.
“…sometimes raw flesh seems so tempting.”
Snaps out of his quick daze.
“Anyways, when do we leave?”
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Post by Zaron on Aug 3, 2006 8:01:41 GMT -5
Zaron chuckles to himself at Greybeards jest saying "Well, he has had abit more experience." As Greybeard goes to get the maps Zaron ponders the situation turning to Oron and asking, "How large and quiet is your longship Oron, could we sneak it to an inlet do you think?"
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Post by Lord Kensman Oron the Wolf on Aug 3, 2006 20:39:19 GMT -5
"Well Zaron, the Gyrfalcon is small, as long ships go, a mere ten yards from head to tail, and she flies across the whale way like the falcon she is named for. The Gyrfalcon has a dozen oars, but is light enough to be rowed well by six strong men. If her hold is light, she can still sail in knee deep water. She is well crafted, and can take landing in all but the worst shores. As to the matter of quiet, the Gyrfalcon is a mere whisper on the waves."
Oron looks down at the map, and studies it carefully. " I do not know this coastline (Oron points to the shores around the keep). If we follow it within sight of the shores, a sentry may see us long before we get there. If we can make land here (points to a spot on the map) north of the keep, perhaps the cliffs could shield us from prying eyes. That would give us a mile or so over rough terrain we would need to cover on foot, likely at dusk, or even full on dark. A difficult task in unfamiliar lands, to be sure."
Oron returns to his mead, and waits to see the thoughts of his comrades. It has been awhile old man since you have hired on for work like this. Tis good to feel the heart pound at the thought of it... Oron thinks as he looks over the faces of the men gathered about the table, young and old alike.
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Post by greybeardabbot on Aug 3, 2006 22:59:09 GMT -5
*** New more readable maps are posted in GB's Rules*** As to location. I have decided to locate this RP outside of TLBTL in the area of France/Belgium/Netherlands, alternate history, in the year 1100. The Chataeu would be on the peninsula just north of Calais.
We leave after breakfast Nichtmar. Just look over these maps close...
Furey! you and your crew want to play dress-up? I have a thought. If you can plunder a brigader's hat and coat from the court of Louis, we could have some jolly fun with this Captain of the Guard. Ride in unanounced with a lance or two and you might just rattle them into believeing they are under inspection.
Oron, IF, (and that's a big IF. We are talking about Furey here...) If Furey could make them believe they are under inspection, put them through their paces, spit and polish, distract them a while, we might be able to sail past the north coast around the point and into the bay undetected. It's a good two hundred and fifty feet from the castle wal to the inlet. They would never see us unless they were looking right down on us.
Anyway... Zaron, I think we should attempt the inlet. Tha gards are lazy, but they do watch the coast. We will need a distraction, or we will have to attempt the cape and night... in unfamiliar waters, something I believe Oron would stand agaisnt.
Most of us could make the stairs into the south west tower. But if we fail to make the gate into the keep, i fear for our success. If it came to barganing... Hurqual would toss William to us from the top of the keep, before he would open the gates to bullies. So from the tower out I have no clear ideas.
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Post by Aidan Furey on Aug 4, 2006 1:59:12 GMT -5
:::As Furey stood in thought and with great energy Furey concurred:::
Furey: Aye, ye'talked me intae it.... Me and moi crew will play the eld'trojan N'horse bit... An I cannae say how they'll react but... I got tae'think burr, aye.... I can make a tip top harses-rear...
::Furey nods solemnly::
Furey: In all seriousness thou.. notha'now innie-wey... Where cannae get these uniforms aye? Got any ideas....
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Taos
Grunt
Airstrikes for Everyone!
High Born, High Elf...Need I Say More
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Post by Taos on Aug 4, 2006 7:55:46 GMT -5
Taos stands and leans over the table, pointing at the inlet and the tower containing the warden's quarters.
"Clearly, due to the difficulty in my blending in with an officer's entourage, I will go with the group on the Gyrfalcon. It strikes me that the season is right for there to be heavy cloud cover around the Chateau, and likely storms off the ocean. The only light for the defenders will be torches, which they will likely stick close too, for the warmth. Between the heavy cloud cover and the light from the torches, they will be nearly blind should we choose to atempt the inlet. A failing I do not share. Should you wish to try the inlet, Oron, I will gladly serve as the eyes of your ship."
"After we beach the Gyrfalcon, I suggest that, as Nichtmar and myself see as well in low light as we do in day, that the two of us move along the foundation of the wall until we reach the warden's quarters or the keep proper. Then, in the confusion provided by the attack on the main gate, we will quickly scale the walls and, hopefully, catch the warden unawares before he can either organize a defense or begin killing the prisoners."
Taos looks around at the other men around the table, waiting for their reaction to his three-pronged suggestion.
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Post by Aidan Furey on Aug 4, 2006 17:14:29 GMT -5
:::Furey stood infront of his crew, with an arousal of chatter. All of them in agreeance and Grim-faced, Furey turned to Greybeard and company:::
Furey: We Will ride ahead to Calais, in hopes tae' find what we are looking for, anna perhaps a little more word about these blowks..
:::Furey heads the for the door, with his troupe following him, consisting of Leander, Frost, Chiron, and Raphsis:::
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Post by greybeardabbot on Aug 4, 2006 23:09:42 GMT -5
Ho there! Ya blasted gas bags... the rondevous point! Make it the Ford of St Phillipe, where the L'Au river meets the sea.
Look here. it's been nine days now since they tossed me into the sea... Tommorow is day ten... It's two days ride from here to Calais, and we'll only be half a day behind you... We'll be at the fords by the morning of day 13... If you succeed in procuring your reignment you will need to meet us by midday or the game's awash... We will like as not sail the shore just before twilight, and you can join us. if your late.
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B-Shizzle
Meat Shield
Commander of the Legion
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Post by B-Shizzle on Aug 5, 2006 19:27:42 GMT -5
:::OOC:::
Graybeard, I am going to be leaving the RP due to the fact that I will have extremely limited internet usage for the next month plus. I dont want to hold up the story line that I rather like so I'm giving over my character to use as you would like. So good luck guys and I will be reading what you do
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Post by Aidan Furey on Aug 6, 2006 12:16:57 GMT -5
:::Riding hard, Furey led the way to a spot he knew of, a run down brothel. In hopes he could find some information and perhaps... a bit of uniforms. As They road through the night, Furey and his bunch made their way upon the establishment:::
Frost: I don't like the looks O'this place...
Furey: Steady'on muh'dear friend
:::Furey smiled to his grave-friend. As they dismounted and entered the brothel, immediately Furey knew he hit the jackpot. Men of Louis, Furey smiled to himself and looked to the women all around the brothel... He shook his head in disgust at such an establishment. Flanked by Chiron and Leander, Furey snapped his fingers. Both Chiron and Leander went to work bare handed, attacking the Lancers that were out in the lounge. Woman screaming and shouting. Raphsis, walked down a hallway by his lonesome, brandishing his dagger, he waited for the next men to leave their rooms. As doors opened Raphsis had a hay-day. The first, with a dagger up through his throat, the other farther down the hallway, accepting a throwing knife to the forehead. Frost stood sipping on some Cordial as he watched the fiasco:::
Frost: I would help but... Well I think you strapping men have taken care of it all...
:::As Frost finished his sentence, he skillfully whipped his dirk around and into the stomach of the lancer that attacked him from behind, and then cut his throat:::
Frost: So much for Finesse *As he cleans his Dirk*
:::As Leander and Chiron finished strangling their victims, they began to search, for the scarfs, headgear, and weapons of the lancers. Furey walked down the hallway of Raphsis, and notices the officer lying on the floor... With a sound smile, he nodded to Raphsis:::
Furey: Nice Work mate'cannae say how much this helps us out...
:::As Furey grabs up the cape, medallion, sword, and sash of the Officer:::
Raphsis: Well M'lord I must say, I had fun this night... Whats next on our list?
Furey: We need to get dressed, clean this place out, and burn it down... I'll leave the fire to you Raphsis, Get dressed and meet us out from of the brothel.
:::The men went to work, going incognito. They finished the rest of the filth inside of the brothel, and with a single motion, Raphsis hurled a jar of something and with a spark, the brothel went up inflames. Furey slowly canterred and looked to their handy work:::
Furey: This haven'O sin has parished, I am proud of ye... Now let us go Free'dear William...and rendevous with Greybeard.
::The company was off to meet with their companions at the Ford of St.Phillipe:::
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Post by greybeardabbot on Aug 6, 2006 23:15:06 GMT -5
"Wakey, wakey! Eggs and bakey!" :: Greybeard grabs the bedsheets from under hobit Rune and turns him out upon the floor.
"And no second breakfast, halfling... this here be your one chance for nurishment... We ride in an hour..."
:: Nichtmar lets out a prodigious snore from the corner where he sank with a tankard half filled with a brown ale.
"... Or maybe two, like as not!"
:: GB snatches up the tankard, but Nichtmar, even in his sleep will not let go. GB tried to pull it free but the oger clings on in instinct. GB takes his prize dagger, and considers a momnment if he will take a jab at the massive hand... but reconsiders and simply uses the blade to pry open the fingers... The thought crosses his mind to pour the dregs over Nichtmar's head... but pauses mid motion and changes target... and pours the contents out upon the oger's lap instead. Zaron, with nothing short of a slight headache and drymouth to show for his binge with Oron, steps up to Greybeard in the act.
"You would think this would wake him at least. I'll leave it to you, Zaron, to see that he's vertical in time to leave... The pair of ya! Right Jacks! Thinking yas could drink Oron under the table... No doubt that's where I'll find Taos."
"Nay!" Speaks Bishop brightly as he stand in the door way, "Taos is up with Oron and the rest... Shaved and tending the horses."
"Like as not..." GB sneers with a chuckle behind it "I've never seen either of them to complain of a hangover, confound it. Lisel has breakfast on... eat while its hot... I want to be on the road soon... Zaron, see what you can do with Nitchmar."
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Post by Zaron on Aug 7, 2006 11:06:26 GMT -5
Zaron stares down at Nichtmar as his face breaks into a smile. Drawing his sword for sound effect he loudly says in Nichtmar's ear to make it sound as if shouted, "Ambush" knowing very well that will wake the sleeping ogre.
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Sir Rune
High Council
Warlord of the Legion of the Dragoons and Mittelmarch
I am a Dragoon, We are brothers of the sword, Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust.
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Post by Sir Rune on Aug 7, 2006 12:29:49 GMT -5
BAGS, where are they!!!!!!!! *THe hobit says as he jumps to his feet, sword and javiline in hand* Ambush who, like they could sneak up on me. umm, Zaron, ........... where are they? HAHA says Zaron, why wee hobit, i was just trying to wake the slumbering ogre, but it seems to have had the desired affect on you as well. *Rune falls back down on his sleeping roll. Looking around, and looking rather grumpy* Well, that was not funny, not at all. GB, did i hear you mention eggs and bacon? cause if you did, you would now be my bestest of friends, yet again. For i do love my bacon. mmmmmmm food. So when are we leaving?
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Post by greybeardabbot on Aug 7, 2006 19:30:03 GMT -5
Zaron: GB: IN UNISEN Bishop:
"AFTER BREAKFAST!"
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Aug 8, 2006 6:59:20 GMT -5
"Wa Huh?, Eh whys my pants wet?"
Nichtmar stands up wiping himself off. Then walks over to the breakfast, grabs a biscuit opens it up throws on a hand full of eggs and some bacon. In two bites its gone.
"Mmm"
Nichtmar walks over to the map and scans it over.
"What's the guard situation?"
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Taos
Grunt
Airstrikes for Everyone!
High Born, High Elf...Need I Say More
Posts: 358
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Post by Taos on Aug 8, 2006 7:53:04 GMT -5
Taos strolls back into the inn, longbow over his back, quiver and sword on his hips.
"Not near enough, I'm sure, but I recall Greybeard mentioning that there were approximately 40, most of them drunk, slovenly, and lacking in a healthy dose of suspicion. Castle or no, it shouldn't be as hard as the last time we fought in that one world...the one with the Crusaders, and the superior breed of orcs. And it pays more, too."
He points out the door.
"Our horses are ready to go, as soon as Rune finishes eating the whole cellar."
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Post by Zaron on Aug 8, 2006 11:53:35 GMT -5
Zaron grabs himself some breakfast before they leave. Hearing Taos' comment he turns saying "True taos, but with no healthy dose of suspician we may be able to get in and out without them even knowing we are there."
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Post by greybeardabbot on Aug 8, 2006 11:55:09 GMT -5
:: Horses get saddled, Taos, Oron and company are waiting with thining patience. GB hitches a graying Belgian mare to a buckwagon, with his own horse tied behind.
"Rune! I said no second breakfasts... Load up all of ya that have extra gear. And those that don't have a mount can ride. Deisel, here pulls 7000 lbs. She might be a little long in the tooth, but she can trot 1/2 ton most the day."
:: GB turns to Lisel and puts a small purse in her hand. and tells her quietly "I don't know what fortunes might bring... I hold back a great deal because 'cause I still think like a mortal... worryn' that I might run out wealth... I've lost two fortunes you know and I've been poor more often than I've been rich. No one's entitled to an inheritance darlin', but your words cut near the bone... Your too young to be as old as you are... when I look at you I still see the little girl. You've been a hard worker all your life, cause you've had to be, and a good thing too... with your temperment, luxury would hagve been your vise. So! I won't make you rich because it would only make you lazy and all the more unhappy... But... what I am given ya is enough to make it a little easier in your old age... if you've got the head not to waste it. besides that I'm paying my bill... here are six sovrens, and a full cresent for the horse and wangon... which I may or may not send back to you... And last... You've not been to confession... I've spoken to Father Doudash... Your' to make penance and take the Lord's Supper young lady... or that's the last of my favor you shall know from me... savy? Good. Now give us a kiss and we'll be out of your grey hair."
:: With everyone asembled, the party starts off with Greybeard sining a stout song... NO PLANS are made for any adventures on this trip to to our frist camp in the light woods on the westbank of the seine rive near Elbeuf. UNLESS YOU would like to introduce a little "fun" either on the way or that night in camp... a band of robbers perhaps? We will stop and make camp late afternoon. (6:00pm)
GREYBEARD SINGS: The Scotsman’s Kilt
[1] Oh a Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair… You could tell just by the way he walked that he had had more then his share… He staggered on until he could no longer keep his feet… Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street…
Oh, Ring ding diddle diddle ideo… Oh ring ding diddle io… He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street…
[2] Well, about this time two young and lovely girls come passing by… One says to the other with a twinkle in her eye… See yon sleeping Scotsman… so strong and hansom built… I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath their kilt?
Ring ding diddle diddle ideo… ring ding diddle io… I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath their kilt?
[3] Well they crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be… And lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see… Lo and behold for them to see beneath his Scottish skirts… Was nothing more than God had blessed him with upon his birth.
Ring ding diddle diddle ideo… Oh ring ding diddle io… Was nothing more than God had blessed him with upon his birth.
[4] So they marveled for a moment…then they said they must be gone… Let’s leave for him a souvenir before we travel on… And as a gift they left a blue silk ribbon, tied up in a bow… Around the bonny spar the Scotsman’s kilt did lift and show…
Ring ding diddle diddle ideo… Oh ring ding diddle io… Around the bonny spar the Scotsman’s kilt did lift and show…
[5] Well the Scotsman answered natures call and headed for the trees… He lifted up his kilt, and he gawks at what he sees… And in his drunken voice he says to what’s before his eyes… Laddy, I don’t know where you’ve been… but I see you won first prize…
Ring ding diddle diddle ideo… Oh ring ding diddle io… Laddy, I don’t know where you’ve been… but I see you won first prize…
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Aug 11, 2006 7:36:54 GMT -5
Riding on his shire horse *Madar, He whispers to Taos, who's riding along side him, "This Greybeard fellow is an interesting one, huh?" *Madar was a work horse used by Aethenu and given to Nichtmar when he was under their aid after his test against a baby dragon.
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Taos
Grunt
Airstrikes for Everyone!
High Born, High Elf...Need I Say More
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Post by Taos on Aug 11, 2006 11:17:18 GMT -5
Taos rode on in silence for a few moments, then shrugged and whispered back.
"He sounds like he has quite a history, and few qualms about starting a war for a reasonably just cause. I wonder if he realizes what a dirty business we might be getting ourselves into here. Potentially driving a country into civil war like this."
He mulled over his thoughts, before speaking again.
"Can't argue with the pay, though."
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Post by Aidan Furey on Aug 11, 2006 18:51:49 GMT -5
:::Then Rain fell heavy as Furey and his Lancers made their way to the Ford. A Small shire lay not far off their designated point of Rendevous. Furey decided to get his men out of the Wet and cold, bringing their horses about under a great tree, obviously very ancient, they let their mounts graze as they began a fire and started to dry out their cloaks and stockings as a cheerful chatter arouse from the group:::
Furey: Cannae'be talkin' the way we usually talk aye? Brush up on your French.... We will definately have our hands full
:::They lay and wait for the rest of their caravan to arrive:::
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Post by Zaron on Aug 14, 2006 9:46:13 GMT -5
Zaron pulls his horse up along side Nichtmar and Taos catching the gist of their conversation. Quietly he tells them, "The pay is good, and if we have to start a war, we must, I'd much rather use some stealth and avoid that if possible though."
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Post by greybeardabbot on Aug 14, 2006 14:37:38 GMT -5
Here now! What secret councels are taken' place under my very nose! If you don't like my singn' just say so.
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Taos
Grunt
Airstrikes for Everyone!
High Born, High Elf...Need I Say More
Posts: 358
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Post by Taos on Aug 14, 2006 20:50:40 GMT -5
Taos drops back by the wagon to speak with Greybeard, leaving Nichtmar and Zaron to their councils.
"Well, you see, Greybeard, we were just discussing the possibility that we might have to draw hazard pay, too. Since I imagine that this William won't stop at mere freedom, and it helps to have a solid core to build an army around, we seem to be riding our way straight into a civil war.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you, so long as we see payment, but there'll be bloody days ahead, I have no doubt of that."
Taos looked at the motley group of mercenaries riding before them.
"On a lighter note, how are you going to explain Rune, Nichtmar and myself to this friend of yours?"
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