Post by The Stranger on Apr 10, 2008 13:51:31 GMT -5
Elijah circled out as far as he dared go one more time to be sure. Nothing. "Damnit," he swore, "Alright men, let's head back to camp."
Sometime during the middle of the night, Ser Beric Dayne and 150 men had left camp. He couldn't fathom why because Dayne was certainly not craven. He shook his head in dismay; nothing to be done for it now.
The men rode in stunned silence back to the camp. When they arrived, Elijah called a halt. "Not a word of this to anyone. I want each of you to gather what men you can and bring them to me." They quitely dispersed to carry out Elijah's orders.
This was bad news and came at the worst possible time. Ser Beric was a natural leader, not to mention an excellent swordsman. This, coupled with the fact that he'd taken 150 men that were desperately needed, and it was easy to see that the situation they were in just became all the more dire.
Elijah was still brooding as groups of men began to congregate before him. It was now or never.
"Men," he began, "As I'm sure most of you are aware, Ser Beric Dayne left last night with 150 of our fellow soldiers. I don't know why but it's something that you and I must put from our minds. I will be assuming the leadership roll for the squad from this point forward."
There was murmuring at this, but it seemed to carry the air of approval. Good, thought Elijah. "Also, in spite of the bravery and sacrifice of our fellow countrymen, we are losing Dorne piece by bloody piece. Sunspear itself was put to the torch and razed; all of it's inhabitants put to the sword or burned like dogs." The murmuring this time was one of disapproval and outrage. Elijah had to raise his fist as well as his voice, commanding silence.
"Though we may all ride to our deaths, we will do so with fervor. If that is the moment that our lives come to, we will take as many nothern bastards with us as we can. Ten for one, I say...no, twenty!" Elijah raised his greatsword above his head and bellowed, "WITH OUR DYING BREATHS, WE WILL TAKE ANOTHER WITH US!"
The men cheered at this. "FOR DORNE! FOR TRISTEZA!" he screamed. The call was taken up by all.
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Elijah attains Beginner Leadership
Elijah's Beginner Battle Skill becomes Battle/Command
Sometime during the middle of the night, Ser Beric Dayne and 150 men had left camp. He couldn't fathom why because Dayne was certainly not craven. He shook his head in dismay; nothing to be done for it now.
The men rode in stunned silence back to the camp. When they arrived, Elijah called a halt. "Not a word of this to anyone. I want each of you to gather what men you can and bring them to me." They quitely dispersed to carry out Elijah's orders.
This was bad news and came at the worst possible time. Ser Beric was a natural leader, not to mention an excellent swordsman. This, coupled with the fact that he'd taken 150 men that were desperately needed, and it was easy to see that the situation they were in just became all the more dire.
Elijah was still brooding as groups of men began to congregate before him. It was now or never.
"Men," he began, "As I'm sure most of you are aware, Ser Beric Dayne left last night with 150 of our fellow soldiers. I don't know why but it's something that you and I must put from our minds. I will be assuming the leadership roll for the squad from this point forward."
There was murmuring at this, but it seemed to carry the air of approval. Good, thought Elijah. "Also, in spite of the bravery and sacrifice of our fellow countrymen, we are losing Dorne piece by bloody piece. Sunspear itself was put to the torch and razed; all of it's inhabitants put to the sword or burned like dogs." The murmuring this time was one of disapproval and outrage. Elijah had to raise his fist as well as his voice, commanding silence.
"Though we may all ride to our deaths, we will do so with fervor. If that is the moment that our lives come to, we will take as many nothern bastards with us as we can. Ten for one, I say...no, twenty!" Elijah raised his greatsword above his head and bellowed, "WITH OUR DYING BREATHS, WE WILL TAKE ANOTHER WITH US!"
The men cheered at this. "FOR DORNE! FOR TRISTEZA!" he screamed. The call was taken up by all.
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Elijah attains Beginner Leadership
Elijah's Beginner Battle Skill becomes Battle/Command
Hope you all are well and happy.