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Post by greybeardabbot on Aug 20, 2006 17:28:23 GMT -5
:::ASIDE::: "Sorry for the delay on this... life gets in the way sometimes..."
"I will explain whatcha are... an answer to his prayer... the hand of God to throw Miraz down and set the rightful heir upon the throne... the mere fact that William will compensate cha don't not change that... he does it from a greatful heart.
Now as for the blood shed... Ya cant make an omlette, so they say, without breakn' a few heads... err... I guess thata be.... eggs."
But I will break afew as need breakn' and not one less than what will do the job. I rather think Zaron is of the same opinion... But I knew what I was getting when I call on ya...
Hell! Man! What do you think war is? A prize fight?"
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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 21, 2006 4:47:00 GMT -5
"Ha! Hardly, Greybeard. Functioning as a champion in single combat also costs extra, and we're certainly not being paid to function that way...yet.
Those of us that bear the black set aside our qualms about killing long ago, but wars like these always turn ugly. whether the cause is just or not.
This Miraz has already lost his kingdom, of course, but it seems to me he might, ahh...disagree with that assessment. As such, to prevent unnecessary bloodshed of the common folk, I might suggest that we ride straight on from this chateau, and strike at the head of the beast, as soon as possible. I'm sure there are loyalists still remaining who would assist us in our work.
What say you?"
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Post by greybeardabbot on Aug 21, 2006 19:42:30 GMT -5
Little doubts I have that wewill fight this userper alone... If that were the case... I'm not sure I would bother the rescue attempt... Unless I'm gravely mistaken William will find an army of loyalists... twice that when the word goes forth that he is alive and free.
[The arrive without insodent at the rendezvous about 6:00pm... but where are furey and his marry men?]
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Post by Aidan Furey on Aug 21, 2006 23:45:47 GMT -5
:::Concealed quietly, Furey's men jump out neutralizing the men of their weapons and blocking the path of Greybeard's force. Quickly, men sprouted out of the bocage and trees. Arrows Drawn, and brandishing pieces of paramilitary medallions, scarfs, and berrets:::
Furey: How Lovely'Tae See ye This Marnin'!
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Post by greybeardabbot on Aug 22, 2006 14:08:41 GMT -5
Bishop: "If it weren't for the fact that your so completely predictable Aidan, you head would be rolling down the path right now... You might have noticed that I never bothered to remove my sword from it's sheath... my arms are still crossed across my chest... like that would ever happen if there was the slightest inking of real danger."
GB: Nice scarf... Let's hope the rank is high enought to intimiadate the capt of the guard... But then again... they are French.
I want you and the "merry men" to accompany us to Oron's Ship. When we sail... you ride... And unless the wind stands agasint us... Cut across country and you should see spot us as we aproach the cape... If not send a scout to see if we beat you, we should be docked in the hidden bay... or wait and watch for us... I want thier attention on you and not us as we sail past and round the cape... If you're late we will not lay off... we will pass the castle and row back near the shore and hope they don't pay us notice... You're the distraction, or the bait... or whatever... so we'll feed you good tonight... I even have a wee present for yas to drink tonight... not that I expect it to be your last or anything.
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Post by Aidan Furey on Aug 23, 2006 6:35:11 GMT -5
:::Standing rather diginified, Furey flips the feather that stood on his maroon berret out of his face and took a motherly stance:::
Furey: I canne tell'ye Ow much trouble I came ina'for ye tae'be safe when'your a common betwixt the cove... Now no more sassin' as You may have your arms crossed, you do realize that your horse has been tied tae the ground aye?
::Both Bishop and Furey look down to the horses front legs where some gangly green rope has ensnared his horse::
Furey: Not'so'igh and mighty now Are ya?
::Both men laughing hearty they llook to Greybeard in unison::
Furey and Bishop: Where do we camp?....... When's Dinner?
:::Out of know where Rune leans over off his horse in response:::
Rune: Dinner!?
::leaning to far the little hobbit falls in a sprawl to the ground::
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Post by greybeardabbot on Aug 28, 2006 0:15:11 GMT -5
TIME PASSES:
The Camp is made and food and drink and conversation and plans are settled.
Morning Dawns and Camp is broken.
GB: Ride with us to the coast Aidan and see us off... then cut across land and make for the chateau. I should think we would be more than a half hour to an hour behind you. That should give you oppertunity to get their eyes off the coast. I would think the time would be late in the afternoon. We shall chance the daylight so that we might take the castle before nightfall. I'm doubtin' that we can do this by stealth after all is said and done, But I think we at least oughter begin that way... Even if we can free William with out raising the alarms, I can imagine you and frost and the rest of yahs, just walking out the way you came in.
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Post by Aidan Furey on Aug 28, 2006 23:41:05 GMT -5
:::Riding diligently, Furey began to hum and old tune to himself as he and his band of blades rode towards the Chateau. Almost perky the bunch made their way very proudly (As the french would) to the out of the way outpost:::
Furey: Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack.
Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack.
Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack.
Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!
Since we sailed from Plymouth Sound, four years gone, or nigh, Jack.
Was there ever chummies, now, such as you and I, Jack?
Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack.
Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!
Frost: *Sarcastically* If your referring to the same Jack that got half the crew drunk an'ran us up a river into Troll territory... then landsakes, Aidan... Why praise that idiot? Allus could tell Jack was drinkin' and eating the poppy flowers...
:::Furey looked over to Frost in a mutter and continued bellowing along with his song puffing on his tavern pipe as they soldiered on. As time went by, about midday, Furey noticed the far off distance, Raphsis came back to report the main road into Chateau. And so they excersized caution, no singing... and no smoking:::
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Aug 31, 2006 6:41:38 GMT -5
Thinking to himself…
I stand looking across this open sea, reminded of the last time I crossed water. The face of the man who killed my kin sears in my mind, I take these missions as to one day find this man, and have vengeance for my family. I ask Thee to give myself and these men strength to achieve our goal and if life must be taken, make it few. And for the men that get in my way forgive them for they know not what they do.
Let’s out a whisper, “amen.”
"Greybeard! Are we there yet!?"
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Post by greybeardabbot on Aug 31, 2006 9:46:24 GMT -5
Thinking to himself...
There is no place in this green earth that I would rather be than sailing a coastline such as this. I should build a home here on those cliffs. For all the mountains, the forrests and deserts I have seen, in all their glory and their individual beauty, grand, deep and austrer... there is nothing that attracts my heart with such pull, such peace and such.... ahe... I lack the word... And that's a key... for if I lack for a word to decribe it, it must be God's Country... Truely... Heaven must have shorelines... and seasons....
"It's a child you are Nictmar. We won't sight the Chateau till late in the afternoon... Now, you just look out the window and let your daddy Oron drive."
To Oron:
"She's a right fair craft, this Gryfalcon. I amire the way she seems to slip through the water as if the waves were not worthy of her."
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Post by Aidan Furey on Sept 2, 2006 18:33:25 GMT -5
:::Moving quietly, not a word was spoken as the troupe moved on to the Chateu. Furey with a drinking gord threw his hand back to drink from the cool-crisp water, looking over Aodh's head, he thought of his future. He strongly consider the possiblities of whether this operation would go smoothly or not.. He also ponder, whether he was ready to begin the journey that lies in Greybeards hands. He was offered the decision to become, a devout man of God. A Hospitaller, as he so thought of the days he had seen already, he pondered his reason to be upon this earth. As he seemed to drift, through his mind, his thoughts falling like leaves he understood perfectly, who he was... and why he was here:::
:::A thump approached infront of the troupe as it quicken and got louder, a call was rang out, as Raphsis brough his horse close:::
Raphsis: My Lord.... The Chateau Lies Just ahead!
Furey: Anounce or Arrival, Monsieur
:::With a Grin Furey nodded to Raph as he took off for the gates of the Chateau:::
Furey: I will be Luigi The Great.. And ye'will be my stinky lot of Frenchies.. Aye>
Troupe: Ayye!!! *A menacing reply*
-approaching the front of the Chateau-
Furey: Lo' We do wish-ed Entry!
Voice: Hold'on Zee minute! (OOC:Really want to Rip off monty Python but I won't LOL)
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Post by Zaron on Sept 5, 2006 12:12:21 GMT -5
Thinking to himself.....
I wonder if we shall start a bloodbath this day. Staring at the sea he imagines it red, instead of a deep blue green.
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Post by Lord Kensman Oron the Wolf on Sept 5, 2006 20:22:40 GMT -5
 "Aye Greybeard, the Gyrfalcon is a fine ship. Truly she lives up to her name, for she races on the wind with barely a kiss for the sea. Twas a gift from the King of Norway, Sven Fork-beard, for a favor I once did him. A debt repaid..." The sea races past the Gyrfalcon, as it's crew of grim set warriors each considers the task ahead. Will they be able to free Prince William and escape into the night, , or will they be forced to clear the keep, and leave no witnesses. Will their actions throw a country into civil war as Taos believes, only the Fates know... |
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Post by greybeardabbot on Sept 5, 2006 23:26:39 GMT -5
As the sun begins to cast longer and more distorted shadows Greybeard looks over his right sholder at the coast.
GB: When we come a'breast of the tree line of that cliff... that friggn' black castle should come into view. By my council we should stand off three leages more... clear the cape make for the inlet with the sun to our backs. The Gryfalcons white sail might not draw attention and hide in the sea glair... we would be running quick and quiet before the wind... Close hulled like we are... I think we could make the jibe south by south west in half an hour.
Bless me if we don't sail right under the north walls undetected... by thunder we could sail square into the cove like a supercargo... they wouldn't see us without some bugger happend to look right down on us...
Bishop: Looks like a cake walk from out here. If we can make the run so easy, like we could have slipped in without the nessesity of a distraction... It might have been fooish to let Frost and Furey play "dress-up". HA! I can see them bungeling this just for the fun of it.
GB: If all's well, Furey should have thier colors struck to half mast on some contrivance... provide he arrived on time and met no resistance... other wise... well... arr... I expect we shall see some "smoke and okum." Either way... what I'd give to witness that comic meeting!
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Post by Aidan Furey on Sept 6, 2006 17:02:20 GMT -5
French Sentry: i am Zee Gate Captian and Zou are?
:::dismounting with an Arrogant Aire about him Furey marched over to the little man and ungloved himself:::
Furey: Wah, I am the great Luigi Parnesiomo... You can call me...
::Looks to Frost for some help::
Frost: Sir!
French Sentry: I will allow you passage... I was told that we might recieve new men.
Furey: NEW MEN!? THis is an INSPECTION! His emenence Wishes the Chateau to be TOP SHAPE!...
:::As Furey and his men were led in and brought to the musterfield, in the middle of the fortress, He shouted to quarter. As so the fighting men of the Chateau marched out as Furey gave his Spiel on good looks and how the French are the greatest warriors that ever lived.. Raphsis made his way to the flag, at half-mast, Raphsis looked to the sea and with a single arrow, he drew fire to it and let it up, rising it into the sky in the general direction. 1 for hostile take over 2 for peaceful. He Grabbed and notched another Arrow, setting it loose again. Waiting for the beacon arrow from the Gyrfalcon he waited, occasionally looking down to Furey who was examining the ranksof the men of the Chateau:::
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Sept 7, 2006 6:39:09 GMT -5
In black scrap leather armor Nichtmar stands behind Oron, silently listening and waiting for his role in this mission. He feels this eagerness over him to kill. His mind seems to sway over the edge of control. The more he seems to get closer to his kin’s past the shadow over his heart gets darker and darker. The rage swelling, his hand begins to tremble. He grabs the railing of the ship, gripping it, his nails scratch the wood.
He takes a deep breath…
“This wait’n on this dreadful sea is horrible… murky waters… no grass… no trees…
Oron, I don’t know how you live this way, mind wonder’n all the time? Give me dirt, give me rock and I’ll drink the water before I live on it. Back and forth! Forth and Back! all the time… uhh”
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Post by Lord Kensman Oron the Wolf on Sept 7, 2006 18:03:03 GMT -5
"No worries, lad, you shall have your feet back on solid ground before you know it. I have traveled the world from top to bottom, and love it all. The thick forests of the north, the open plains of the steppes, even the hot oceans of sand far to the east, each grand in it's own way. But all of them pale to riding the whale-way in a late autumn squall. The wind full in your sail, while the sea tire her damnedest to sink you. Lets a man know he is alive when he laughs in the face of death."
Oron's are are bright with life as he talks to Nichtmar, hinting at grand adventures long past.
"Greybeard, if you are worried about the sail being spotted, we could drop it now, the evening tide is coming in, I can feel it caressing the ship, calling her to shore. If we man the oars we can still make good headway."
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Post by Aidan Furey on Sept 7, 2006 20:30:46 GMT -5
:::As the inspection wound down in the Chateau, Furey had all of the men in the Chateau take a nights rest, for he told them in the morning they would march five miles up the path and back, and later be drilled on swordsmenship and Scouting of the areas and outlying villages. As it were, Furey told them his detachment would be the watchers of the night, as all slept. Raphsis the Swift, moved like a shadow, checking areas for possible choke points as there might be trouble. With a Torch Furey walked his way to meet with the old jailer, who he had not seen, the warden was not a pleasant man to deal with as it were, the Warden and Furey exchanged words and Furey was shown the likeness of the prison and nearly all the cells, due to Furey's good form, he insisted that all areas of the facility must be well kept. His Emmenence, commands it he retorted to the Warden. As it were Furey knew where William lay, and he said not another word. Finishing the tour of the prison, he left to the walls:::
Frost: No sign of them yet, Chiron and Leander have both set to dropping the ropes, on the cove side wall. Shall we land them in tonight? or Early morn?
:::Thinking:::
Furey: I'd like them on the walls before dawn, we will hide them in the cellars... I want Raphsis to stow away into the prison like a shadow and I want him to stay there, incase the Ol'Warden decides to pull a fast one... Raphsis and his blades are swift.
:::Frost nodded and sought out Raphsis as they made there preparations to recieve the detachment from the sea:::
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Post by greybeardabbot on Sept 8, 2006 0:24:35 GMT -5
GB; "Why curse me for a lubber, Oron it never occurred to me. Stow the sails then and out with the sweeps."
With the sun square behind them they slip in under the glair. The cove is quiet and they make birth in eerie silence.
GB: In horse whispers... "Lads... Look there on that out crop of stone... near hidden in that reed and shrub... there yas will find a smallish cave whats barred and gated... Nichtmar! I expect you can make short work of that gateslock, but be quick and quiet as ya might.
Toas... I think you should lead the party up the steps.
They are narrow and we shall have to ascend in single file. Rune, you and Bishop next I think... then Z Oron and friends... I'll take the rear... I ain't no coward... it's just a long climb, and if it should come to blows right off, it would be better if I was not in the way or out of breath.
We can reconnoiter once we are at the top... we will exit into the SW tower... Since the Guards should be bivouacked in the room in over the barbican in the NW tower... we should be alone in the tower room. If Furey remembers the passage I expect you will meet Chiron or Leander there... So don't kill anyone right off without a Hellu'."
I figure the elf and the hobbit stand the best chance for entering the tower with stealth... Bishop... Zarron... you can correct me if I'm wrong."
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Post by greybeardabbot on Sept 14, 2006 17:23:43 GMT -5
The grinding and squelched shreek of metal was not altogher as loud as greybeard anticipated.... and it was far easier for Nichtmar than greybeard imagined. What had been a gated passageway was now an open hole in the rock face. It was humbleing to watch Nichtmar pitch the mangled gate into the sea with a seemingly casual loft.
GB: "You are seldom given the propers due you Nichmar." Greybeard leans in the hole with a torch. The room is smallish, but looking up he can see a spiral stairway set into the wall.
GB: I can't see beyond the reach of this torch... Taos, although, I gotta figure 150 or more to the top... your lead... If you're game, you might walk the thing up and down... or drop us a fenning if all is clear? And before you ask... here's a copper for the signal.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Sept 15, 2006 8:27:33 GMT -5
Rubs his hands off on his black tabbard.
"Not a problem"
Gives Taos a slight shove.
"Lets go."
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Post by Zaron on Sept 18, 2006 7:57:09 GMT -5
Zaron checks to make sure his armor is tightly strapped and his sword is clear in his scabbard preparing to follow at his turn up the passage way, wondering how much blood will have to be spilt this day.
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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 Sept 18, 2006 9:19:10 GMT -5
"If I die up there, you're the first one I'm haunting, Nichtmar."
Taos puts his shield over his back and nocks arrow to bow, looking up into the shadows cast by the torch, and quietly moving up the steps.
A few minutes later, a guardsman in nightclothes falls to the ground in front of them, an arrow through his throat. Seconds later, a copper coin lands in the dust next to him.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Sept 18, 2006 11:13:41 GMT -5
Splat... ...ding ding dingggg.......
Nichtmar takes off up the stairs skipping 2 steps at a time.
Looking to Taos, "Woo... Nice job on the guard. The others should be *sniff* right behind me."
The door opens, Taos and I look at the guard then each other, Taos delivers a chop to his throat, silencing him as he gargles. I grab the guard and snap his neck and Taos closes the door.
The rest come up the stairs. Nichtmar holds up the guard by the neck.
"We got Two Guard Uniforms? What ya wanna do Grey?"
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Post by Frost on Sept 18, 2006 15:28:05 GMT -5
---GREYBEARD NOT FROST---
::: Out of breath, and clutching his chest:::
GB "Ach... pitch them down the shaft... "breath"... We can toss them the sea along with the other poor souls... "Breath"... By the 'death & 'dispair' tis the only way anyone leaves the Chateau Noir."
::: Noticing Nichtmar's look of confussion...
Bishop: On my soul, it's almost cute on that big ugly mug of his....
GB: The guards here would recognise eachother on sight... what? Like you wouldn't spot a stanger in Dragoon garb? "Breath"... Pitch'm!
::: Nitchmar shrugs and tosses the guard without effort, he falls like dirty laundry. It dawns of Greybeard that there should not have been any guards on this stairwell.
GB: (To Oron, Rune and Z, who are nearest) Why would they have TWO guards watching these stairs? It would seem unlikely to me that they would have even remembered them. With so few to stand watch here in the first place?
Bishop: You don't think it's likely they would keep watch on such a vulnerable point of entry?
GB: Ney! What I think more likely is that they are alert to our position. Either they saw us enter the bay, or Furey and his crew bungeld it.
Bishop: Peace! In that case where are the others? If they knew about us, we would be in battle now. Chances are they were in the tower room and heard the sound of the gate being so delicately removed. Curiosity killed these two, you can be sure.
Nitchmar: Wait a minute! I thought we kilt them? (pointing between himself and Taos)
Bishop: Point is, I don't think we have too much to worry about for the moment.
GB: (Looking form face to face) Aye... That's wisdom, that is... But we move from here on like mice... on little cat feet.
::: The mixed metaphore was intended to amuse, but only confused Nichtmar all the more:::
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