The Kingswood

[melon]

Erik ignores the new comer and continues to drink.

[Deleted]

The party had caught Ulf Storm and his men. Aranya had wrestled the wounded man to the ground, and Aerie had her sword at his throat.

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

Ahem. Kidwell Search party thread.

[Horas]

Kennos grins at Pate. "That's good to hear. Take a sword," He gestures towards a pile of plundered weapons.

"These woods have gotten a little too crowded of late, and I don't doubt the goldcloaks will be back sniffing for us again. We're moving out." Kennos swings himself onto his horse.

"Wyl, go tell Ulf's group," Kennos commands, "Orys, you tell Arlan."

The two men mount their own horses and ride off in opposite directions. The rest of Keath's men who own horses mount as well, and the group follows Kennos as he moves out.

[melon]

"So Great King where would we be going." Erik is quite drunk but still some how manages to ride.

[Horas]

"I haven't decided yet," Kennos says. For the moment, the bandits are travelling westward.

Hooves can be heard in the distance, and the men turn towards the sound, hands on their weapons. But when the horse bursts through the trees, Kennos can see the rider is Wyl, one of the men he sent out to contact another of his bandit camps.

"Ulf," the man pants, "He's gone. The men with 'im is all dead. Some others is dead too. Some were wearin' blue, with a little bird on 'em. Some were wearin' copper. Them who killed Crim and Ricky an' the rest, they look like they already scrammed."

"Can you track them?" Kennos asks.

"Shoulden be too hard," Wyl says, "They got lots of men, and them big prancy horses leave hoofmarks all over the place."

The Demon grins and turns his horse around. "I don't think we'll leave quite yet. The Kingswood is still rich with game. Let's go hunting."

[melon]

"Sounds like a Great Idea." Erik has a huge smile now and his sword is drawn.

[Horas]

OOC: Directly from the end of the recent scenario.


Kit slept a dozen yards from Kennos, but the distance between was crowded with shrubbery and trees. Rising from his bed, Kit slowly stalked across the forest floor. Ducking to avoid the watching eyes of the guards, Kit used his grand mastery of stealth to his advantage as he positioned himself rather skillfully between the sleeping forms of Ser Kennos Keath and Tom the bandit. Dark Sister slept in one of Kennos's arms, as the man slept on his side.

Kit leaned forward to reclaim his blade, and a small stick snapped underfoot. Kennos' eyes shot open. In a fraction of a second, Keath rolled away, drawing Dark Sister as he gained his feet.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Kennos shouted.

The noise snapped every half-alert sentry in the camp to attention, and bandits nearby woke up in alarm. Men grabbed bows and swords and axes and looked towards the sound. Tom scrambled to his feet nearby, his own sword in hand.

[melon]

Erik walks forward his sword his in his right hand with his left holding his head, "Who the fuck woke me up."

[syd]

"I'm checking to see that your sword is still here. I watched this man try to steal your sword an hour ago." Kit said, pointing at Erik.

[melon]

"How the fuck could I do that I drunk more wine last night then you would do in your life. I wouldn't of been able to wake up if one of these bastards hadn't of kicked me." Erik is still clearly quite drunk and he looks very bad as well.

[Horas]

"You're a fucking liar, Kidwell," Kennos says. He glances at Erik Tyrell for a moment, then turns his eyes back on Kit. "He's too drunk to steal anything. You, though," Kennos advances, his voice low, "You've been wanting this sword back ever since I took it from you."

[syd]

"Of course I fucking do. You're fucking fool if you hadn't figured otherwise."

[sethgreyjoy]

Pate looked up, bleary eyed. Things looked bad.

"Surely if he was stealing the sword he wouldn't have been stupid enough to wake you up?"

[melon]

"Who cares I'm going back to bed." With that Erik turns and starts to sleep again with the blanket he had stolen.