Post by The Stranger on Apr 27, 2008 19:48:05 GMT -5
"Men!" Beric said as he looked upon his company, which was assembled outside the gates of Qohor. In the week
they had been here, another thirty-nine men had joined his company, and he was expecting more. Gaharr's connections
had worked; One of his old friends was now captain of his own sellsword company, and new a few men who wanted
to become mercenaries. Most of them were allready highly trained and fit in well with Beric's other men.
"In a few days we will be leaving, but before that I want to make a few things clear. Firstly: We are not merely
a company of men! We are fighters! We are warriors! I do not want us to be a rabble of men, going from city to city
and picking up more men to join us! I want us to be soldiers! We are going to be an organized army." Beric nodded
to Gaharr Tohn who was standing in an alleyway. He turned around and shouted something in the Qohorik tongue, and
several women came into the square, two large wagons drawn by mules with them. "Men! Loaded on those wagons are
your new tabards! They are white with a golden sword on them!" The men all eagerly went to collect their new attire.
"I myself will need a personal guard. These men will get a tabard with a red sword on it." He nodded to one of the
women who was carrying the special pile. "Lexo Kolle! Wyl the Harpist! Sers Victer, Lionel and Farren! Zandros!"
The men stepped forward and received their tabards. "And of course my old friend Gaharr." Beric said, winking to
his friend. "The seven of you will stay around me constantly! Hodor! You shall be the standard bearer." A man
appeared from the alleyway, carrying a large standed; White, with a red sun and a golden sword upon it. "From now
on we shall be known as 'The Sword of Dawn'!" A massive cheer arose and Beric waved his seven guards to him.
"I have a special surprise for you. Follow me."
Beric led them to a small smithy at the centre of town. Beric nodded to the bald headed Qohorik and the man went
into a back room. "The smiths in Qohor have a certain skill that others don't. I have had this man re-colour
my armor gold. I believe he is an old friend of yours, Gaharr." The giant merely nodded. "Well, I have something
for all of you." As he said this the smith and his two apprentices cames in, carrying seven sheathed swords between
them. Each of the men was handed a sword and they all looked at Beric. "Unsheathe them." The men did so, and
found that each of the swords was of goldon color, with a silver line running up the fuller. "It does not matter
if the sword is not your weapon. I believe only a few of you use the sword; no matter, the swords are there to
instill fear in our enemies heads. In battle it will not matter much, however, whenever we shall enter a city,
hire new men or do anything else in public, I want to see the four of you with your swords in your hands, looking
as fierce as possible." The men all nodded.
Later that day Zarztahn Koh cam to Beric to bring him his armor. "It is a magnificent color, no?" he asked.
"It is indeed, Zarztahn. Sit, please." Zarztahn nodded and did as asked. "I decided not to make you one of my
protectors because I do not feel you are a possible enemy." "What?! Why keep those men..." "I am merely
keeping my friends close, and my enemies closer. Gaharr is the only one of them I truly trust, and he will keep
an eye on the men. You I trust as well, which is why I am making you my second in command." It took Zarztahn
a moment to process the information. "That is, most gracious of you, Lord Beric." "From now on I would like
to be adressed my my real title. I am lord of nothing, but I am The Sword of the Morning." "Understood."
Beric opened a chest that was standing in the corner and pulled out two tabards. One of them was white, with
Gold, with crimson trim and a crimson sword upon it. The other red, with a golden trim and golden sword
upon it. "The red is yours and the gold is mine." Zarztahn nodded and took his tabard.
That evening Beric decided to sit in a small garden, sipping some wine. His new guard were posted around
the garden and Gaharr was standing by his side. "Beric, I... how many of these new tabards have you gotten
them to make?" "Enough. There are pleanty more places where we can have them made, allthough I am starting
to run out of gold. Soon we shall ride back through Norvos and on to Tyrosh." Gaharr nodded and took
a quick look around, seeing that all was fine.
Three days later, and another fifteen men stronger, they set off. 132 men in their new white and gold attire,
seven with the crimson swords, and two in entirely unique tabards at their head, their red, white and gold banner.
The people of Qohor cheered them as they left, for they provided a magnificent sight. Hodor had been found a horse
and he had taken to it quickly; his old mule however was tagging along beside him. As they were about five
minutes outside of the city wall, Beric decided to give Qohor one last show. He had his men halt. "Column!" he
shouted and his men got into position. "Wedge!" upon the command, his company went fluently into the battle
formation. "Bridge!" Beric shouted and soon after the bridge was formed. Beric smiled to himself. "And now...
Dawning Sun!"
The company went into the battle position with an ease that was surprising for sellswords. The dawning sun had
been devised by Beric himself, and it was a charging formation of a semi circle, which faced towards the enemy.
With a rounded force at the head, it was easier to dent the enemy formation, and the men from the sides could
sweep around and take down the enemies flanks.
"Thank you, Qohor" Beric said quietly. And with the cheers from the wall, Qohor replied.
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they had been here, another thirty-nine men had joined his company, and he was expecting more. Gaharr's connections
had worked; One of his old friends was now captain of his own sellsword company, and new a few men who wanted
to become mercenaries. Most of them were allready highly trained and fit in well with Beric's other men.
"In a few days we will be leaving, but before that I want to make a few things clear. Firstly: We are not merely
a company of men! We are fighters! We are warriors! I do not want us to be a rabble of men, going from city to city
and picking up more men to join us! I want us to be soldiers! We are going to be an organized army." Beric nodded
to Gaharr Tohn who was standing in an alleyway. He turned around and shouted something in the Qohorik tongue, and
several women came into the square, two large wagons drawn by mules with them. "Men! Loaded on those wagons are
your new tabards! They are white with a golden sword on them!" The men all eagerly went to collect their new attire.
"I myself will need a personal guard. These men will get a tabard with a red sword on it." He nodded to one of the
women who was carrying the special pile. "Lexo Kolle! Wyl the Harpist! Sers Victer, Lionel and Farren! Zandros!"
The men stepped forward and received their tabards. "And of course my old friend Gaharr." Beric said, winking to
his friend. "The seven of you will stay around me constantly! Hodor! You shall be the standard bearer." A man
appeared from the alleyway, carrying a large standed; White, with a red sun and a golden sword upon it. "From now
on we shall be known as 'The Sword of Dawn'!" A massive cheer arose and Beric waved his seven guards to him.
"I have a special surprise for you. Follow me."
Beric led them to a small smithy at the centre of town. Beric nodded to the bald headed Qohorik and the man went
into a back room. "The smiths in Qohor have a certain skill that others don't. I have had this man re-colour
my armor gold. I believe he is an old friend of yours, Gaharr." The giant merely nodded. "Well, I have something
for all of you." As he said this the smith and his two apprentices cames in, carrying seven sheathed swords between
them. Each of the men was handed a sword and they all looked at Beric. "Unsheathe them." The men did so, and
found that each of the swords was of goldon color, with a silver line running up the fuller. "It does not matter
if the sword is not your weapon. I believe only a few of you use the sword; no matter, the swords are there to
instill fear in our enemies heads. In battle it will not matter much, however, whenever we shall enter a city,
hire new men or do anything else in public, I want to see the four of you with your swords in your hands, looking
as fierce as possible." The men all nodded.
Later that day Zarztahn Koh cam to Beric to bring him his armor. "It is a magnificent color, no?" he asked.
"It is indeed, Zarztahn. Sit, please." Zarztahn nodded and did as asked. "I decided not to make you one of my
protectors because I do not feel you are a possible enemy." "What?! Why keep those men..." "I am merely
keeping my friends close, and my enemies closer. Gaharr is the only one of them I truly trust, and he will keep
an eye on the men. You I trust as well, which is why I am making you my second in command." It took Zarztahn
a moment to process the information. "That is, most gracious of you, Lord Beric." "From now on I would like
to be adressed my my real title. I am lord of nothing, but I am The Sword of the Morning." "Understood."
Beric opened a chest that was standing in the corner and pulled out two tabards. One of them was white, with
Gold, with crimson trim and a crimson sword upon it. The other red, with a golden trim and golden sword
upon it. "The red is yours and the gold is mine." Zarztahn nodded and took his tabard.
That evening Beric decided to sit in a small garden, sipping some wine. His new guard were posted around
the garden and Gaharr was standing by his side. "Beric, I... how many of these new tabards have you gotten
them to make?" "Enough. There are pleanty more places where we can have them made, allthough I am starting
to run out of gold. Soon we shall ride back through Norvos and on to Tyrosh." Gaharr nodded and took
a quick look around, seeing that all was fine.
Three days later, and another fifteen men stronger, they set off. 132 men in their new white and gold attire,
seven with the crimson swords, and two in entirely unique tabards at their head, their red, white and gold banner.
The people of Qohor cheered them as they left, for they provided a magnificent sight. Hodor had been found a horse
and he had taken to it quickly; his old mule however was tagging along beside him. As they were about five
minutes outside of the city wall, Beric decided to give Qohor one last show. He had his men halt. "Column!" he
shouted and his men got into position. "Wedge!" upon the command, his company went fluently into the battle
formation. "Bridge!" Beric shouted and soon after the bridge was formed. Beric smiled to himself. "And now...
Dawning Sun!"
The company went into the battle position with an ease that was surprising for sellswords. The dawning sun had
been devised by Beric himself, and it was a charging formation of a semi circle, which faced towards the enemy.
With a rounded force at the head, it was easier to dent the enemy formation, and the men from the sides could
sweep around and take down the enemies flanks.
"Thank you, Qohor" Beric said quietly. And with the cheers from the wall, Qohor replied.
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