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Post by loremaster on Jan 27, 2008 19:42:39 GMT -5
In the center there was a red-haired man in red robes standing on a massive pyre. Not by it or near it, but on it. In a loud tone, he exalted, "Thus it was that man grew cold and whithered from his own mortal needs. His flesh withered and his voice turned to ash... but as our souls are cleansed, the filth of the Great Other is purged and wemay stand in the sight of the Lord of Light!! And why is this?!"
None of the onlookers seemed horrified by the burning man. Instead of cries of witchcraft or blasphemy, almost in unison came the cry of attentive students... "Life is warmth, and warmth is fire, and fire is God's and God's alone!"
"Correct... now we should sleep. I am certain your lords would not have you snoozing on the battlefield." Laughter greeted him. He grinned and waved them to bed. "Off with you."
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Post by brigida on Jan 27, 2008 19:48:28 GMT -5
Tristeza turned hurriedly away from the fight of the man afire--she heard their unified prayer, and found herself worried and confused by this foreign religion; she had never been a woman of faith, nor was she likely to begin a religious regiment any time soon, but she knew the typical rights and ceremonies, yet this one remained unfamiliar; she looked to Timm Dayne, but he remained silent, with apparently, as little understanding as she had. All the same, the spectacle stopped them in their paths.
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Post by brigida on Jan 27, 2008 20:40:42 GMT -5
Once the shock of the religious rite had passed, and the streets began to clear, the journey to the waterfront was quick--they lboarded and departed no less than an hour later.
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Post by Rickard and Laurence Evergreen on Mar 6, 2008 1:09:06 GMT -5
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The sun rose, lighting Duskendale like any of the pyres that burned out hours ago. The walls of Duskendale had been painted a pinkish red earlier, heightenening the effect even further. At the gates stood pairs of guards, large men who bore staves. Of course, they wore plenty of red.
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Post by Tallahar on Mar 6, 2008 21:56:09 GMT -5
In the distance rode a force of about 900 man. At the front is Tallahar Tyrell behind him are his trusted men. They stop to talk about what is going to happen about there mission.
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Post by The Flint on Mar 6, 2008 22:01:20 GMT -5
Scav the free-rider wore an ill-fitting chainmail hauberk, its coils in need of a good scrubbing with steel wool. On his arm a round wooden shield, the stormlander insignia still visible on it, although the axe scars make it difficult to determine if it is a picture of a dragon or some kind of chicken. A flat pot helmet sits on his head, cocked to one side as he leaned against his maul.
"What's the hold up?" He shouted out, from among the ranks of the infantry.
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Post by edricdayne on Mar 6, 2008 22:01:30 GMT -5
Ser Morgyn Harn is a fairly skilled soldier, and leads a few dozen men. He wears dark chain mail on top of boiled leather. He carries with him a large Warhammer, consisting of a 6 foot wooden pole with a large iron hammer on one side, and a giant iron spike on the other. His face is large and stern, and his black hair freely flows down past his shoulders.
He rode up to Tallahar Tyrell, gazing into the distance towards Duskendale. "How will we attack Duskendale? Will we storm the gates, climb the walls, or starve 'em?" Morgyn asked in his gruff voice.
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Post by Tallahar on Mar 6, 2008 22:05:16 GMT -5
"Well it all depends on how welcoming they are." Tallahar looks from Bane to Garin to the man who spoke. "I'm going to take 50 men with me into the city and see what this Lord says."
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Post by edricdayne on Mar 6, 2008 22:07:46 GMT -5
Ser Morgyn Harn grimaced. "You must show them you are not afraid of them. If you enter Duskendale with 50 men they will see you as a coward afraid to stand up on your own. If you go with only a handful of men, they will find you as courageous and truly willing to negotiate." Morgyn said gruffly to Tallahar.
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Post by The Flint on Mar 6, 2008 22:09:13 GMT -5
Scav looks up ahead at the lords and knights whispering at the front of the column.
"I hopes to gods they let us sack it. They's bleeding heathens you know? Fire-worshiping heathens. Ain't no good can come of that nonsense I can tell ya." He says to no one in particular.
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Post by Tallahar on Mar 6, 2008 22:09:27 GMT -5
"If I go in with 50 I can this thing now you idiot. If he guarded by only a few people I could kill them all then and there."
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Post by edricdayne on Mar 6, 2008 22:15:52 GMT -5
Ser Morgyn spat on the ground. "Go in with 50 men and kill the Red Priest then and there? Not only would that bring the Gods' wrath down upon you, it would bring all the mobs of Duskendale down unto you. The Red Priest has a firm hold on Duskendale, and a simple death wont turn them back. And I can guarantee there are more than 50 people in those mobs." Morgyn said angrily to Tallahar. They say this man has honor, yet he would go into the city to talk and kill the man out of treachery.
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Post by The Flint on Mar 6, 2008 22:18:00 GMT -5
From the front line of infantry Scav cupped his hands together and yelled, "It is the distinguished opinion of the infantry that we take her by force, and sack the 'ell out of her!" He holds his hands up in front of his chest as he makes some unaudible comment about the chastity of Duskendale maidens.
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Post by Tallahar on Mar 6, 2008 22:19:42 GMT -5
Tallahar smacked the man to the ground. Drawing Roseblood he holds the blade to the speaker, "We do thing my way. Thats why I'm the Lord and your nothing. Now do you have a problem with that?"
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Post by edricdayne on Mar 6, 2008 22:19:47 GMT -5
Ser Morgyn lightens up for a moment as he guffaws when he hears the audacious soldier speak up. "Good man, soldier. Come up here and tell me your name!" Morgyn yelled back to the man as he waited for Tallahar to respond.
As Tallahar threw Morgyn down and drew Roseblood, Morgyn reached out and grabbed the Warhammer and drew it close. "I am nothing? I AM A SOLDIER! How dare you EVER have called yourself a warrior. A true warrior wouldn't need to bring 50 men to talk. A REAL warrior wouldn't need to bring 50 men to kill just one." Ser Morgyn looked fiercely back up at Tallahar with disgust.
"You can kill me now, but I can guarantee more people will walk away from your army then will be in your group."
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Hope you all are well and happy.