Everyone gathers in the village center to see to Loki's Justice. The dragon took Ashlik and departed with out a sound.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 1):

John had some questions for him before hr disdapeared. Did he get to ask?

Chloe wondered how she got stuck being the judge but better then the executioner. She could not murder people even though he far more then deserved it. She would feel the same as the girl. "Let the trial begin. Is there anyone who will represent him, Loki the evil and depraved?"

Folks look among themselves as heads start shaking "No"


I demand that Lord Brance be summoned, I worked for him... he will clear this up.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 4):

"Oh, absolutely. He has 12 hours to be here. If he cannot make it, assuming he even wanted to, who else would defend you?

Of course, the fact that he is also wanted for treason for rebellion against the king he swore an oath to serve may render him ineligible to serve as your defence in any of the kings courts..."
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Uh... um I don't know, has to be Lord Brance. Loki is struggling mentally.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 6):

"So you want a rebellious oathbreaker for your defence? Since this is not an option, I will try to act as your defence. Brance will stand for his own crimes, if he lives that long."

Pulling Wulfe aside, he also says quietly.

"Now that we are in open rebellion against Brance, can we send to the King, and perhaps Toulmin, who I believe to be close, for reinforcements?"

Herkimer giggles at John's acceptance as Loki's savior in this trial.
"Oh how noble John!"

Herkimer kneels then stands on trembling legs.

"What this man deserves is a chance to exonerate himself in the eyes of the people. What better eay than by unquestionable loyalty to Wulfe and possible death in seeing Brance eradicated. We can evenallow the girl to penwtrate him in kind with her knife and yo a d I can bring him back to health from the verge of death. ive heard such a thing changes a man."

Wulfe looked around at the assembled group and inwardly sighed. The whole thing was out of hand and kind of mimicking the proper structure of society, too many people putting in their say, too much teetering on the edge of collapse.

"Just be fair about it. There's no society to protect if we all just become bent on violence and revenge.

But in the meantime, we need to continue to be reinforcing ourselves. Toulmin and the Stone, and anyone else in the vicinity would be useful to swell our numbers. The only way I can think to get message to them in a timely manner is Umbulat, or some magic of sorts.

"So lets start the trial. We can call the witnesses and any character witness. Then I can pass judgment"

Herkimer leans into his staff and rests a moment. He sighs. Trying to constantly usurp others around him, gaining more power and becoming almighty is tiring. So for now, it seems the best course of action is to learn and bide his time. Perhaps be a bit more subtle.

"*SIGH*... if you wish to find Dame.. I can reach out. I have such a spell that will allow me, potentially, to contact her via my mind. All I need is some time to rest Wulfe - and a safe place to contact her. Also if this is to be where we stand, I can easily send word to the Queen and contact Master Aedan - calling for assistance from the Academy..."

He was loathe to contact Airis, and more so Aedan. Any admittance of needing help diminished his own abilities. Or so he thought.
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"It's reinforcements we need, men of the stone are nearby, we can probably convince some of the villages around here to form militias to help also. But better to have regulars. Currently, I think we're two for two in terms of magic capability, it'd be better to have superiority and wizards that don't make a habit of losing their minds and damaging our own wizards. he said with a hint of a bite to his voice.

"Since you speak at me in riddles do you wish me to contact Ms. Stuffy Britches? I am unfamiliar with the men of stone and may not be able to reach out to them."

Herkimer crosses his arms in frustration.

"I thought you were fond of such meandering language Herkimer. But yes, any forces nearby that have a mind to deal with Brance should send support to our location so that we can engage in force with this wizard.

Wizards would be better, but with you and John rested I'm sure he won't be too much for us. Ovo and Hugh will provide us with a stalwart defence and I, along with Chloe will offer support as we are able.

The current provlems are many. We need to find out when the enemy force will arrive. We need to assemble these people into the semblance of something capable of defending themselves with the support of nearby forces that are capable. We need to ensure people unswayed will still remain to lend support to their fellow people and then we need to make sure our defences are fortified.

All that before we even consider how to win this fight while minimising death. Fix any of these issues and you make every person's life here just a little bit easier and more likely to last into old decrepidness.

Herkimer waves his hand at you. "Bah - fine - I will do whatever is in my power to bolster our numbers. I will not ask for little when little could be our demise. POWER Wulfe - POWER will win this."

Herkimer looks around - he remembers what he was able to accomplish with the villagers and tracks down the young woman who had suffered at the hands of Loki. Perhaps her hatred of Brance and his men would help him after all.

If and when he finds her he gets to the point.
"I cannot understand your pain - but I understand revenge. There is much I must do if we are to confront Brance and any of his men. I would be glad for any help you and those who cannot bear arms can aid. I simply need your support - it will feel like you are running through a field, I will not take what is not offered... but by helping me, you will hurt him."
Herkimer nods off towards Loki. If one slightly trained mage was not a suitable apprentice... a highly driven maiden might be even better.

Wulfe grippled the hilt of his sword and considered the outcome "Power comes in many forms, Wizard." he said, emphasising that men bearing steel and shields, with numbers could be vastly powerful.

"Power we have, but remember that it's these men who will ensure you can wield your power without taking arrows to the face, or blades to the gut" he said again before Herkimer moved off.

He then grinned.

"Well, all we have to do is conduct a trial ensure our reinforcements and fortifications, overthrow a hostile and sadistic wizard and then usurp a lord controlling an entire province of Caithness.

We really do pick our adventures, don't we? he said to the remaining assembled group, with a touch of good humour.

Clhoe looks at Herkimer "Queen Aires would be so shocked at your new personality. I think she would like it, she liked men of action, obviously like the king"

Herkimer flushes at Chloe's comment. He can't tell if it hurts, feels good or some other weird mushy emotion that has no place in his life anymore. Heat rises up his neck as he walks away to find a pupil or some people to supplement his power.

The Villagers step away from Herkimer to let hom pass, but the young lady he seeks does not demure You looking for me?

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 19):

John smiles.

"It may not be actual power we need, but the appearance of such. If it can distract the army long enough for Herkimer and I to get to this merciless character, it is possible that, like with Ashlik, the rest of the army will cease to be a threat when he does."

Herkimer looks the girl over. Something is...special here.

"Yes - when you dream at night, is it of fields, soil and birthing children or something bigger, grander. Something important that you cant put your finger on?"

Herkimer described his own feelings from childhood. Replacing ledgers and merchants with metaphorical references for this girl's life.

Wulfe inwardl chuckled at Chloe's commentary on Airis and Herkimer. Perhaps booklearning had its place but certainly didn't win the hearts of the romantics and bards amongst them. To be honest, Wulfe suspected that their idealised version of what heroism was all about had been pulled from something other than reality. None of them had likely ever seen a battle, or at least if they had, they'd watched fondly from the distance while eating honeyed cakes and drinking tea.

"Chloe, what are your ideas for the upcoming events? You could coordinate any of our forces with arrow or other missiles.. he suggested, considering that she might have some input that could help them but ultimately wanting her to stay out of the way of the steel-tipped carnage that would no doubt ensue. He knew that she was special and could do things that others couldn't but wasn't exactly sure how it could best be used, or what the extent of it was. Throwing rocks and people could be fantastic, the latter especially useful in breaking lines of shielded men. "... Can you take my shield also? he asked.

In response to John's comments, Wulfe also added "Real power looks like actual power too. We should ensure that we have the maximum available and then push appearances beyond what we have to add further tension to the enemy.

Dragons would do that, no doubt.

As for the wizard, take opportunities as you can and do what you think is best but try not to forsake any of the rest of the men in a silly pursuit. Give me opportunity to get within fifty yards and I'll save you both the trouble of ending that wizard. he said feeling a surge of excitement rise within.

Jaeleen gives Herkimer a searching look ... sometimes it is a home and family, sometimes it is travel ... sometimes i can do things too.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 23):

Herkimer looked hard at her. She was something to look at. It was plain why someone like Loki would do what he did. Idiot. There was something else here. Herkimer was not so easily distracted. He had been once - but she was not here and she had broken him... He looked hard in her eyes. There was no lie there. She was more than she seemed.

"Can you show me?"....

Herkimer closed his lips and pursed them as he made a few quick signs before him.
....or are they just a dream.... He pushed his thoughts to her mind and backed off immediately. Too often intruding in one's mnd could be another sort of assault they would not want.

Uh Show you? how? I don't think I can show you thoughts or dreams ...
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Herkimer sighed. It was a hope. Perhaps she had stumbled upon a secret. But this would not deter him. To the task at hand first.
"If you are willing I need help casting a spell to call for assistance. I am tired after facing Ashlik and need to borrow energy. I will show you what power looks like. Perhaps you have the talent to learn it yourself. First things first - will you help or no?"

He needed to inform Airis of their status. And Wulfe or not he would reach out to Are an. The man might have something of value.

Her eys narrow  How am I to help you?
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"It's simple as closing your eyes and feeling the energy of the world around you. Then directing that energy towards a spell I will be weaving." Herkimer paused and put his forefinger and thumb to his chin. It sounded dubious to be sure.

"We can accomplish this anywhere, and in the presence of anyone. I will not secret you away to some dark corner - my hope - dear girl, is that you will prove to have power. Actual power. Not just something you dream of. And if that proves true I will offer you an apprenticeship. Do not worry - you will be the traveling companion of Lady Chloe - but you could learn under my tutelage."

Herkimer turned towards the girl fully, palms open and outwards.

"And trust me - when I tell you that with this power, no one will hurt you like that dirt did. Ever again."

Jaeleen looks at you with a mix of interest and doubt.   So we can be in public?

Herkimer nods gravely.

"There is no requirement that this be done in seculsion. In fact if anyone else would join us it would make this task that much easier. I did this for a young man in this village before Ashlik and Loki arrived - to heal him. Alone it would have proven too much. But with willing help from the villagers so much more was possible. As with this - any help from those around me will allow us to reach farther and farther - to touch the mind of the Queen and tell of her our plight, or to find nearby knights and ask for their aide. And then - to reach out to the Academy in Caithniss. That perharps MY Master Aedan might be able to respond and lend some aid."

Herkimer looks on as if it had been some time since he had called upon those around him. He had been acting selfishly, relying on his own power and now he was reaching out. He pondered it. The power of others, in concert, would dwarf his own abilities. The sum was that much greater than a part. He grimaced inwardly. This would not do. He had more to learn. More to unlock. He would never want to rely on others again. This was just another step on that road. He looked at Jaeleen expectantly.

"Are you interested? You are not committed - and you have seen our purpose here is to oppose those who hurt you and yours. And remember, if anyone asks you will feel as if you had just run across a field - no different."

<Pink>OK ... I'll try it, ... Jenef you watch us, but don't participate.</Pink


Jenef is the little boy whose Dragonette was stomped.

"Luv, I don't have any real fighting skills. It is all with my mental abilities so no I can't use a shield. I can coordinate the archers and such if you want. Then I can stay back from the fighting. But I will need to watch out or magic. So I will command the reserves as it is? That's fine." she says with a smile.

"If I can take a shot at any mages, I will and hope they will not figure out where it came from"

Night falls and the guards are posted, fires die down and it gets quiet.

Herkimer settles in and rests a moment before beginning. He ponders how to reach out to Airis or even Dame and finds that he won't be able to use the girl's help. But knowing where Dame was - now there was a start. Without haste he set cross-legged and focused on her face, her demeanor... and reached out to see where she would be.

ooc: 23:43, Today: Herkimer rolled 12 using 3d6.  Seeker @15 - Dame.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 33):

John seeks to recover his strength, resting with the knowledge that hug would see to setting up guards.

[OOC: How many of the defeated troops have decided to hang around now? Also, has Herkimer started teaching his young apprentice anything? John is happy to try to train the young boy whose dragon was stomped..if he wants.]

Dame Toulmin is in her tower, north of Carricke ... you reach her easily and she is only slightly startled.

The Girl surprises you a little as she seems to provide more energy than you expected ... in fact she pushes 6 FP your way.

In reply to John of Mallwyd (msg # 35):

Jenef is too young... probably around six and still developing. His Mom isn't letting him go anywhere and is watching Jaeleen like a hawk.

"Dame - Wulfe and Lady Chloe are leading a force against Lord Brance - Usurper. They request any and all aide. Will you be able to marshall any forces under their banner?"

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 38):

Of course. Where are you?

Wulfe would have settled down if he could. Instead he ushered Chloe off to a quiet part of the camp and spent somet time just paying attention to her, more than anything. He was curious about how she felt about their whole situation and what it'd mean. In this sphere, he was truly at a loss for any kind of wisdom, having never known his siblings past children or spent time around any women for any length of time.

"What do I need to do?" he asked, perhaps feeling it okay to admit his lack to a single person who was to mother his own child. The question did make him feel uneasy, however.

After that, when darkness had taken hold of the land, Wulfe walked around the camp trying to think of how to best handle the coming days. He had told nobody of his plans or his own ambition for them; though he could likely confide in those closest to him Wulfe always preferred to focus on the next step as the life he led left no certainty about whether they'd survive even another day. The thought of what might be tugged at his gut and made him flutter with excitement. It was dulled though as he walked amongst the remaining villagers that had suffered a great deal and he wondered whether or not the situation had been handled well regarding their mages or even the enemy troops.  The tactical plan had worked well enough and from that angle he knew they were in a strong position but the new path they had all walked had him making decisions beyond soldiery and this was another domain in which Wulfe had amassed practically zero experience.

He wondered what would become of them all, but grinned all the same that if the world would burn around them then at least it would burn with them all together.

"How is everything? he asked each person in turn. Ovo and Hugh had been seeing to the fortifications of the area and while it may not be much in a single day, any advantage would be greatly useful.

Herkimer had contacted nearby forces and hopefully would provide good news with respect to that and John had perhaps gathered the support of dragons. It was an impressive feat, given that they'd set off with less than a score of men.

"When the time comes... We need somebody to lead the non-combatants away from the battle. We need to select a person who will ensure children's safety so that they aren't harmed. he said to the group, finding comforting familiarity in considering their predicament in with a soldier's mind.

But in the end, he still didn't sleep.

Ooc: does Herkimer know where they are? I am not entirely sure which village.

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 41):

You are in New Fairfield, in North Central Oakwood ... which isn't going to mean a lot most likely.

She looks at Wulfe "Well, you are doing one thing right, delegating. If you lead the fighters, some one needs to lead the reserves and someone needs to organize the non-combatants. We don't want the enemy to use them as shields or a target to distract us." she wants to help him as much as possible.

Morning dawns quietly... the locals aren't at all sure what to do, some go into the fields whole other pack carts to go north... several leave shortly after sunrise, commenting that they cannot bring any value to your stand. [These are are older folks, woman and children, whom offer little benefit to the group.]

During the night Herkimer would have given Dame directions as best he could, approximating their location.

ooc: 06:26, Today: Herkimer rolled 9 using 3d6.  Area Knowledge (Caithness) @ 13

Once he was done doing that he would reach out to Airis and inform her of their current situation.

ooc: 06:26, Today: Herkimer rolled 6 using 3d6.  telepathy @ 14. Unsure how far we are for long range modifiers.

Finally He would reach out to Master Aedan.

ooc: 6:27, Today: Herkimer rolled 5 using 3d6.  telepathy @ 14. Again, unsure how far for long range modifiers

"Master Aedan - Can you hear me? I'm calling from afar and need your advice on who to reach out to, if anyone can help us or something else you can think of given our situation." Herkimer explains the situation to his old master and asks for any sort of help that might get them out of this jam alive. The whole time he was fuming that he was reduced to this. It was embarassing...

ooc: 06:29, Today: Herkimer rolled 9 using 3d6.  Contact (Mage Acadey) @ 15 (somewhat reliable).

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 45):

It's going to be a busy night ...

Morning came and Wulfe, despite feeling some of the tugging at his energy seemed for all intents and purposes wide awake. It was the expectation of battle or perhaps what Chloe had said. She was such a lovely woman, he reflected and then grinned knowingly at all that had passed.

Some people were leaving, and they were old or women or children to which he didn't mind, it would be best that they were out of the way but the rest had remained, and that was good. Whomever was capable enough to hold a stick or shield or knife could be helpful in this and the united force against the enemy wizard would show their resolution to end their influence.

They didn't have much time though, John had told him so (OOC: How much time do they have before enemy are likely to arrive?) and so he felt it best to see how Hugh and Ovo were seeing to defences, and then to John and Herkimer to ask of the support they were to be shown.

She will look at Wulfe "Maybe we should send out a few scouts, people who know the area. Then we might have an idea of the line of attack." she takes his hand "What position do you want to defend?"

In reply to Chloe (msg # 48):

John will suggest Umbulat take an alternate form to see from the air where the enemy troops and the commander was.

Umblat nods and becomes a small bird before flying off... he is gone a good while before returning.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 50):

John will approach Wulfe.

"We have an opportunity to gather some more men. There is a large group of some sixty plus men advancing toward us ... the dust will be visisble soon. There is one mage as leader, a fancy looking one, and two lesser ones to carry out his orders. they are perhaps a league away now, but moving slowly. We should set an ambush, with the majority of men at the front, some perhaps disguised as mages, whilst we await behind. Once they troops commit, Herkimer and I, dressed as regular troops and perhaps backed by Hugh and one or two other rangers, move out and attack the mage leader and his three cronies. The less of the regulars taken down the better."

During the night...

Herkimer tracked down Wulfe and found him doing whatever leader-y type things these men with swords do when they are as useless as tits on a dragon.

"Wulfe."

Herkimer dispensed with titles. They were meaningless. They were meant to impose some sort of intimidation to people who didn't know better.

"Spoke with the Queen - she says some Men of Stone will be here come morning. If that's all then I will be off to try and keep my potential protege safe from whatever arrives tomorrow - also rest. I need all the energy I can muster."

Wulfe cocked his head. "This morning?" he asked, knowing that Herkimer had planned to contact the others the day before and through the night. But it was good news either way and so he smiled.

"The girl? he asked, questioning about the new Protege. "I don't doubt you're long overdue to pass on some of your arcane wisdom. Just make sure you teach her a better temprament than you've been showing lately. We wouldn't want another one of these fucking wizards about now, eh? he said with good humour but understanding well the path that some people choose to follow.

Herkimer drew up short... He turned and slowly looked at Wulfe, his sword, his shield.

"Never again mix me up with those who cower before something other than the truth, that hurt what could never hurt them. brother... best you watch your own entanglements rather than others.

He turned once more and left, his message delivered.

She whispers to Wulfe "So what adjusted his attitude I wonder? In a time of war, it is good"

As Herkimer walks off, a slight shadow detaches and walks beside him.

Wulfe shrugged "Who could guess? Airis perhaps or maybe  he just enjoys fighting more than he originally thought.

It is good so long as he knows which way to point and doesnt lose control. He injured himself and John last night. Like a lad finding the limits of his ability, to be fair. Just probably more dangerous when you can set things on fire with your mind.
he said

Somewhere around Mid-morning the Enemy appears, spread in a line of mounted men a long bow shot wide. There is thundering military music as well; they advance at a slow walk.

Over the Music a Voice Thunders TRAITORS WHO HOPE TO LIVE SHOULD RUN TOWARD YOUR BROTHERS NOW.

One or two break ranks, only to be grabbed by those beside them.... one breaks down in tears, sobbing that he doesn't want to die.

The voice thunders again  YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR INSOLENCE


The Old soldier whispers  The help is kinda late   he points to a small cloud of dust rising behind the trees behind you.

"Better late then never." she says as she sits on her horse watching.

She looks at Wulfe "What me to send them a present? I guess I should really wait till I have a good target in sigh" she says with a grin

In reply to Chloe (msg # 59):

Was John and others able to get into a position to be behind them?

John can, Hugh and Ovo are needed with the troops, Herkimer is concerned about his new apprentice who knows nothing of magic and stays back to work from the lines.  You and Umblat do go out to the woods on one side.

As the enemy line approaches, there is some disturbance in the air above and behind the Enemy formation. It takes a second or two before you can make out something large and dark appearing... (in todays world it would be like a B-52 appearing behind them, only quieter).
It takes a few seconds for a Gigantic Dragon to become clear in your sight ... his rapidly growing form appears to soon be as wide as the enemy line from wing tip to wing tip. Your troops point and pull up shields, a few step back, close to panic, many are pointing which causes the opposing line to look about and then scatter.

REMEMBER ME GRUEDUK? thunders through the air drowning out the martial music and all other sounds ... as the enemy line dissolves you can see the fancy mage in the back spurring his horse toward the woodline ... deep laughter echoes around you and the Dragon plucks the mage from his horse and rises with several flaps of his great wings, causing dust and wind around what was the enemy line...  at about 300 feet in the air the dragon drops two objects and keeps flying, fading out into a hazy disturbed patch of sky.

The two objects become human forms that plunge into the ground. The enemy is in total disarray... your troops are actually in a much better formation, but are totally stunned by what has just transpired.

It came and then in the shortest of time the Chaos had started. A dragon, had seemingly plucked mages from their formation and launched them to the air only to let their body smash back against the Yrth. The enemy line had broken and it was the best opportunity to take

"FORWARD! he roared with the hope of getting Hugh and Ovo to press their own troops and crash upon the unformed enemy.

Wulfe stayed back a moment and tried to find the place he could be most useful... eager to catch the fate of the enemy mages.

Herkimer looks at Jaeleen and her kindness melts something in his heart. He almost smiles. Then his barriers go back up and he scowls.

"Yes... we won't let them hurt again will we. Tomorrow morning when the enemy comes we need to keep you safe. Stay with me and we will offer what aide we can from the rear."

---

The dragon was a sight to behold. Herkimer runs his hand through his hair, reminded of the power these creatures wield, the white streak still branding him. As chaos ensues he watches as the mages plucked by the dragon begin their fall to the ground. Jogging forward he yells, as if anyone was listening.

"SKEWER THE MAGES - THEY COULD PROTECT THEMSELVES FROM THAT FALL."
Suddenly he didn't trust the others to do that. A sense of honor? Responsibility? He looked around and grabbed Jaeleen by the shoulders.

"Hide girl - but quick, give me a trinket or a lock of hair. Oh i'll do it myself"

Yanking a strand of hair he puts it in a pocket and strolls urgently forward, making his way towards the mages. In no particular rush but approaching all the same.

The two bodies fall limply to the ground. And lay still. Another Dragon manifests by the woodline commanding the soldiers to join Wulfe’s men.
 The two mages that are left try to restore order But a Tiger appears and attacks one of them, but a Bear appears and attacks the tiger, the attacked mage is seriously injured but limpsaway toward the other.


Behind you, 24 men of the Stone Follow a Knight toward your group at a trot

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 64):

Suddenly, a tiger bursts from the trees behind the enemy, near the centre, where many troops are fleeing to, and attacks the remaining commanders or anyone who tries to resist.

A few moments later, a dragon, somewhat smaller that the one that just dissapeared but very similar in appearance, and step from the treeline. It speaks quite loudly.

"HALT. THOSE WHO FLEE MY BROTHER SHOULD BE HUNTED LIKE THOSE THEY SERVED. THOSE WHO JOIN MY ALLIES OVER YONDER SHALL NOT SHARE IN THE SINS OF YOUR LEADERS!"

OOC- Apologies, had to post when I could, but John's message should be before mine.

The uninjured mage sends another Bear to the woods near John, then gathers a group of about 15 mounted men and moves on the forces Wulfe has arrayed on foot. yet another Bear appears near the friendly troops and moves to attack, causing the line to bow backward.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 68):

The dragon responds by spitting  what appears to be swarms of hornets...first one at the bear nearest him, then one at the bear attacking the tiger, even as it moves away from the nearest bear and towards the path of fleeing troops.

"FOOLS. IF DEATH IS WHAT YOU SEEK, YOUR CHOICE!"

And the dragon was stomping around causing disarray, but not enough for a mounted charge on his lines. Wulfe was at the back ready to coordinate but Ovo and Hugh, despite being seasoned warriors and capable sergeants would probably not be able to hold the line to a charge from cavalry. The men seemed ill-equipped to deal with such a turn of events, spears were few and far between.

When coupled with the bear it meant a bad thing, but at least The Stone had arrived and were on their way. That mage though. Wulfe narrowed his eyes. "Brace for that! he called out to his sergeants before turnign to Chloe.

"CAn you topple that wizard's horse as it reaches full charge, just before our line?

As he watched events unfold Wulfe felt itchy and like he wasn't doing anything, sat there surveying but not lending his arm directly to the conflict. His breathing got heavier and focus narrowed to a laser point seeing each part of the field and mentally visualising each move he would make and just how much of an impact it would really have.

The mounted troops close to the Dragon move toward Wulfe's lines in a jumble, looking over their shoulders a lot. This is in no way an organized attack and several of your new recruits are calling out to these men to sheath their swords and eat well for a change. Figure it's roughly 13 men, the one standing Mage (actually riding) has gathered up 14 men plus himself and is moving toward the Left side of Wulfe's line at a slow canter as he tries to get them into a line (figure they are an arrow shot away).  Some 30+ other soldiers are scattered about avoiding Dragons, fighting and such and trying to figure out what to do... The Knight riding up can't really make out what is happening yet and his men are still in road column.


There is a Large Bear near where the original line of riders was, looking about, having dispatched the Tiger that was there.  A second Bear charges toward the Line on Wulfe's left, where only six spears seem ready to receive it; there are roughly another six on the right side. A third Bear charges at the wood line to your right front.

I assume Hugh has the Left Flank, Wulfe has moved to that side ... Chloe and Herkimer need to tell me where they are.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 71):

John curses Wulfe's short-sightedness at keeping all the rangers with him with a snarl, and the dragon attempts to climb a tree, but falls badly as the bear approaches.

Herkimer is headed towards where the mages fell from the sky. It's not clear where that is in relation to everything else.

Ooc: back in 24 hours

Wufle could take it no more. He kicked his feet to a running pace aiming at the line where he felt he was most needed. (OOC: I'm not sure where that is exactly - I assume 6 spears vs 1 bear is fine... probably towards the enemy cavalry) As he roared his own charge he let the battle spirit take over him accompanied by the chorus of steel that heralds the reign of doom that befalls all foes that stand in his way. IT was the best way to end this quickly, he thought to himself as the flood of exhileration swept over him and took him out to the ocean of instinct like a man caught on a retreating tide.

Full sprint, right through his own line, hoping somewhere deep down that his own charge would encourage their advance but it was irrelevant. All enemies that dare to challenge him would fall.



Figured with the current situation, better for Wulfe to get involved and lead by example.

He will charge 'through' his own line into the enemy where he feels the allied forces would do worst - Guessing that's the Cavalry led by the mage.

Wulfe will charge down that group at full pelt until he's amidst them and start cutting at everything that is near him and an enemy. He will also defend any incoming shots.

If you need me to roll, let me know what. Lets hope the rest of them get inspired!


We can all be dramatic John, Herkimer!

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 73):

Out in the middle between the enemy and the friendliest.  Jaeleen will pull your robes Not a good place to go just yet

Wulfe bolts through the lines startling the soldiers and the Bear which turns to see what ran by ... it's a serious mistake by the bear which is immediately stabbed by for men, 3 with spears and one with a sword which cause the Bear and immediately cause it to collapse, stunned by the magnitude of it's wounds.

Hugh is stunned for a moment then yells and runs after Wulfe, which causes many other soldiers to follow running toward the mounted men, who seem surprised and hesitant, reining in to stop their advance. The mage is furious screaming and threatening them from in front of them, pirouetting on his horse as he yells ... Then he realizes he is out front and spurs his horse to get behind his men before Wulfe can reach him.  Before the mage can stop, several of his men have joined him in galloping to the rear, causing him to again start screaming ... The remaining men just fade back behind the mage, obviously not much inclined to fight.

The Knight of the Stone and his men ride up to where a few men are finishing off the bear and deploy into line, wholly confused at Wulfe's actions and those of his apparent enemy.

Wulfe was taken in by it all now. There was no retreat no surrender and nothing that would end their encounter but victory or death. He was enraptured by the moment and felt the pull of fate measuring him against hte foe he stood before.

"Join us! Live better and by the honour that burns inside you all!! he screamed at the horsemen, hoping to sway at least a few of them but ultimately unwilling to slow his advance. Instead of sprinting he slowed to a slow and purposeful stride, eyes locked on the wizard that had fallen behind his own allies. "Coward, falls behind the men to protect him. Everyone that stands with me protect those that need it. Not some mighty wizard that aims to fatten his pockets off your hard work and kill and rape innocent women and children! he continued to shout as he walked, not really talking to anyone in particular just raging at his own abhorrence of the situation.

Three of the laggards stop and look at each other and at Wulfe and his men ... another stops 3 yards beyond them and looks back too ...
One yells Ho Bubnar, how treats this bellowing mad man?

A voice behind you yells back ... More fairly than any on that side and we eat well too.


The three men look among each other, then sheath heir swords and ride wide around Wulfe to where Bubnar, who has stopped, stands. The fourth looks both ways, then spins and spurs his horse to follow the first three.

On the otherside of the field, a small mob of horsemen are opposite your line and they seen to be yelling something back and forth ... but swords are being put away ... as you watch, they ride in file around the far right of your line and dismount.

The Knight leading the Men of the Stone is looking about trying to figure out what has transpired. The one mage still functioning has about four men with him... the others have joined other groups, also standing around and watching what is transpiring. There are about 40 some of these confused mounted soldiers in clumps of 4 to 9 men scattered about. The Mage is still screaming, but no one seems to be paying attention.

Somewhere between all these men and you lie the two bodies dropped by the Dragon.  A single well fitted out horse stands close, occasionally nudging one of the bodies.

Wulfe cast a glance to the well equipped horse near the fallen bodies but only for a moment. Popular opinion seemed to have swayed in their fabour and only the most resolved men had stayed with the mounted wizard. It gave him the perfect opportunity.

"You will kill and torment my brothers and sisters no longer... Let me show you what the wind of death truly looks like..." he growled. Nothing else mattered, the pinpoint focus was such a relief to the man who loved the simple resolution of outcome that came through such endeavours. For whatever reason things happened, it didn't matter. For king? Country? Love? Family? It all fell away and became a simple expression of one's will against the other. Your way or theirs.

Wulfe grinned and then moved from striding steps to full sprint in two heartbeats. (OOC: given his current position and his realtively fit/highHT i reckon he'd be able to make it there without too many problems)


In good comapny. WE all get dramatic and aggro! :)

Except the Wizard has galloped back 20 yards or so, and while he is yelling at his troops, he sees you start running his way, so he turns and gallops back a bit more before turning ... Come, show me your great strength, mighty fighter  he yells your way.

Wulfe grinned while running, feeling the grip on his swords tighten ashe prepared to attack.


20 yards isn't too bad.. with speed 7 that means 3 seconds at a full sprint.

The mage dances away on his horse, staying well out of reach ... you are now about 30 Yards in front of your men. He begins casting it looks like...

Chloe stays behind the front line but when she sees her husband charging a mage, she tries to toss a large rock at him, to hurt him if possible but at least disrupt his spell.

Today: Chloe rolled 11 using 3d6.  Throw rock.

Let's try a throwing roll... for accuracy... you don't have throwing... so DX -3 to hit,

pm

Herkimer pulls up short when Jaeleen pulls on his robes. He looks back to this new child of magic, clinging to his robes. He considers the plight and decides to say put and watch. He leans into his staff.

"Watch Jaeleen. Wulfe will have quite the opponent. However if the mage is slow to act he will have a hard time countering a sword."

A large rock flies out from behind the Lines of Caithness and lands about 5 yards from the mage who is casting. He is startled and loses his spell...

The Knight has his men, now in line, advance to support Wulfe, the rest of Wulfe's infantry, including Hugh slip through the formation as it passes.
The Mage sees clearly that the game is up, turns and gallops off to the South west, Calling for his men ... but none join him.

The Soldiers instead ride over to the Lines of Caithness soldiers in 2 and 3s.. as they are taken in and fed, others see this and join, by midday,all the "enemy" soldiers have sheathed their swords and come to your fires.

The Knight rides over to Wulfe and asks What in the Good Lord's name were you doing? how did you do this? what is going on? I am confused, they said you desperately needed help.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 87):

John seeks out the mage injured by the tigers attack, sending in the hornets first to ensure he does not try anything magical, but having them simply ready to attack if he does not try any magic. He finally allows the image to dispel as he approaches.

Wulfe's shoulder slumped as the wizard failed his spell and moved off, and even more so when all but the most fervent supporters came and joined them. A precious moment in which he might be able end trouble that the wizard caused had ultiamtely passed. Though, the flying rock that had startled the mage and ultiamtely swayed the whole engagement was a masterpiece. The battle had mostly finished and without any real death.

As the knight ran up, Wulfe nodded his respect and then responded "Well met.

Occasionally I get carried away but mostly wanted to end that bastard's life before he could wreck any more havok on my men or these villagers. He has caused enough torment." he said indicating plainly that he wished to put himself in harms way before letting any of his own die or get badly injured.

"We have some regulars here but many are just militia that are fed up of Brance's endeavours in this area. And we're not very well equipped, and unlikely to take a full cavalry charge well. Similarly, we had no cavalry of our own and only a small contingent of ranged troops - led by my betrothed.


We were outmatched in terms of mobility and range and fighting against a rather unfriendly series of wizards. As i've always been taught, it's never good to enter battle underhanded and under supplied - and so you were called to help.

As for the change in sides. Well, I guess Brance and his wizard dogs have been mistreating people for too long and morale is low. I offered a fair and well provisioned alternative that might sit better with their own sense of honour and it seemed that many of them were happy with that.

The help, of course is very much appreciated and given your cavalry's mobility I would very much appreciate you bringing me that wizard. And then if you would kindly lend the support of your cavalry I'd quite like to put an end to Brance also. he offered with a grin, sheathing one of his swords before swiping back his mop of blond hair.

"But before all that, please tell me the name of the KNight that came to protect my loved ones and friends. I wish to remember it well.  He asked, keenly glancing around to note the rest of the battlefield still in movement.

In reply to John of Mallwyd (msg # 88):

The mage has lost a good bit of blood and is not conscious, interestingly, he has a small string of ears hanging from his belt ... some big and two small enough to have been children's.   One of the last soldiers heading in toward your guys guides his horse closer to you and the mage If ye need a knife to finish the job I got it ... he should nay be allowed ta survive.

In reply to Wulfe The Pretty (msg # 89):

I am Sir Fenister of Tacitus and am delighted to come bail you out of a tight spot, Lieutenant.

WUlfe cast a glance over to what the rest of the group were doing.

"Pleasure to meet you Sir Fenister of Tacitus. I am glad to have you here and your support. he said again, then glanced towards the othe rhorsemen "Can we send some men to go fetch that wizard. I expect he'll put up a fight, but lend me one of their horses and I'll come with you. Then, onward to Brance.

I suppose that you wish to end this insurrection also. Well behind the line over there we have Lady Chloe, the Queen's chosen lady, who is here with explicit orders to end Brance's terror. In this, I act as her sword. he said, informing the knight of their current situation.

Quite so, But I shan't be sending men to run down this wizard, you included, as you might all have to hop back as frogs.

I shall present myself to the Lady, get your men shaped up and brief me on the situation so I can plan our next move.

He turns and rides off ... one of the senior soldiers rides over Don' let 'im under yer skin, his way is real irritatin' but he don' mean nuthin' by it.
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Wulfe was slightly taken aback by Fenister's assumed command. He stifled a growl and then instead grinned at the whole situation and said nothing. Instead he glanced over at the solder that came over. "No worries, he came to our aid and so we all owe him thanks - but I've deal with folk like Fenister my whole life, and know his heart is good even if his words are slightly abrasive. he said before casting a worried glance.

"You see that wizard over there? He and his kind have been torturing, raping killing and tormenting the people around here. He would do the same to every man and woman here and he serves Lord Brance that has raised an army against our king and Queen.

The lady Chloe our force have been tasked by the royalty to stop it in any way we can. I am going to go after that man now and I am going to kill him.

I would prefer to do that with a force of knightly warriors by myside, but understanding you may not wish to go against the wishes of your commander I would only ask you to save my legs from retrieving my horse and lend me yours. he asked, attempting to make his determination apparent.



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22:40, Today: Wulfe The Pretty rolled 6 using 3d6.  Fast talk or leadership?
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In reply to Wulfe The Pretty (msg # 94):

John acknowledged the soldiers words.

"Aye, he probably does not deserve to live. But if we do not see a prisoner sentenced with the justice of a trial where possible, we are no better than Brance. What are his crimes?"

In reply to Wulfe The Pretty (msg # 94):

The mounted wizard is not in sight... He has hightailed it out of sight.
Te other has one of their soldiers and John talking over his body ... oh and there are two other bodies out there the Dragon dropped.

The Soldier makes it clear. None are going after him... Sir Fenister made that clear.

OOC: ah i didn't realise he'd gone fully out of sight.
Can i change my old post?

BTW< i feel there's going to be some aggro with this knight.

In reply to John of Mallwyd (msg # 95):

Murder, rape, theft, enslaving men and women to do his pleasure and then killing them so they can't talk... I'm sure there is more if you need it.  He dismounts and draws his sword, holding it in both hands point down and steps close to the fallen man.  If ye don' wanna, no problem, I'll do it.

In reply to Wulfe The Pretty (msg # 97):

OOC- Sure,  and I know he is going to grate ... but Chloe knows more ... regardless, he is a Noble, so he is the ranking person present.

On behalf of Lady Chloe by the GM

Once things are settled down some, she draws her trusted party members aside. I remember Sir Fenister's name well. His reputation is as a brave Knight, well versed in his weapons and a sound tactical leader. Unfortunately he is quite brusque and tactless in his personal dealings. I think Herkimer must inform the queen that he will resort to normal military operations which will fail, we have succeeded by stumbling on a way to disarm Brance's forces and make him weak. I ask that Sir Fenister be recalled and his soldiers seconded to us. He suffers in the court, so she will need to find another way, which I am sure she will. His last visit to court  went sour; I was present for a formal dinner and dance that ended badly.

   Sir Fenister is still well remembered in court for his lack of social skills and general clumsiness at Court functions; about two years ago he asked the Lovely Lady Amplee Cromell to dance.
   Lady Cromell had worn a most daring gown which did not cover her shoulders, relying on her dress and her bust to keep her enticing but decent. She was quite the lady of the evening, with all the young men asking her to dance, as did many of the older gentlemen of the court.
    Many young women who had been passed up for dances, were heard asking who made this gown and where could they get one; the more mature ladies of the court were appalled by this blatant allusion to her ample charms. For close to three hours Lady Cromell reigned supreme among the gentlemen.
    At that point she accepted an offer to dance from Sir Fenister; They made a lovely couple and were dancing quite well (unusual for both, really) when on their third attempt to execute a pirouette, Sir Fenister took her left hand in his right and spun her clockwise as he had several times before, except that this time he had accidentally placed his foot on the hem of her Gown. As the Lady spun, her gown was dragged down and away baring much of her charms, including all of her left breast. Lady Cromell attempted to bend forward and cover herself, while Sir Fenister thought she had lost her footing and held her left hand high while reaching around her with his left arm to steady her. He thus ended up with his left hand planted firmly on the Lady’s exposed breast, which caused her to squeal and turn back to face Sir Fenister, who realizing the issue whipped his cape off and covered the now mortified young woman, who now, bright red in the face, attempted to flee from the dance floor thus losing more of her dress before Sir Fenister realized he was standing on it and removed his foot.  The King commented to the Queen in my hearing that Sir Fenister was the perfect gentleman, as he used the first thing he could find to cover her nakedness, regrettably it was his left hand. Queen Airis gave him the Hard Cold Scowl of Disapproval for all to see.
    Sir Fenister was also quite chagrined and went directly to the king where he apologized loudly, calling even more attention to the Faux Pas, he then left the dance. He was assigned to duty along Oakwoods border shortly thereafter.
     I was present and turned to see enough to know the Lady was wholly humiliated, we ladies attended to her in the ladies salon and tried to ease her fears, but Lady Cromell felt her future had been wholly destroyed … and her gown was none to well off either. A royal dress maker fixed it well enough to see her to her quarters.
      Lady Cromell has not been seen in court since, begging off all invitations with a variety of excuses. The other young ladies in court immediately lost interest in such dresses and the court suggestion that evening gowns should cover the shoulders was really unnecessary.
   Within the court, it has become difficult to pair either of them with an appropriate mate. The King suggested that they be betrothed to each other, as their lands were close and their social skills matched. The Queen again gave him the Evil Eye, but it logically would make a good match for many reasons. I suspect the Queen sees this and will bow to the Kings bad joke in the end.

Wulfe leaned back and laughed and then had to say through his staccato gasps "That is most unfortunate. But the result of it seems quite severe, I think I may never quite understand The Royal Court works and has such huge swathing effects on people. Embarassing, sure but crazy that she lock herself away and he be exiled in some way. the laugh eventually subsided, he was laughing more at the craziness of such severe repercussions for an arguably minor incident, or at least as he saw it.

"Just remind me to refuse any request he makes to dance with you in future" he said with an added chuckle.

But before you do offer to recall the man, perhaps we can help him ourselves. If he were to aid in the surpression of Brance, his social status could be increased? I don't know how it works, exacvtly, but it seems like something that could work

Herkimer turns towards Jaeleen.

"If you have the stomach for this, follow. If you do not however, stay back and I will return for you. We will need to inform the Queen of what has transpired - I am not well versed enough in this skill to ask for your help but I will describe the process to you so that you may start to learn of the language and principles behind magic."

With that Herkimer again begins to stride off towards John and the fallen mages. It was no good to be missing from all the action and decisions. His presence needed to be felt.

I’ll follow you

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 102):

"Oh, don't get me wrong, soldier, I want to see justice served, but there is more at stake than simple vengeance. A court case where his crimes are proclaimed and proven also condemns the man who commands him, undermining the rule of a tyrant. I want to see justice completed, not just done in parts."

The soldier responds  jI ust want him off the face of Yrth.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 105):

"Me too, but not just him. He was not acting alone, right? Someone gave him authority to do it...they should also be punished, right? Was the one known as 'The Merciful' one here?"

Herkimer strolled up on John and the soldier and started listening to the conversation.

"John, I believe you are right about being given the Authority. However, "authority" is based off of what is morally acceptable by those surrounding the one giving it."

Herkimer looks down at the string of ears. The little ones in particular caught his eye. His stomach turned a flip and he felt the anger rising. When he spoke his voice remained calm.

"Does "authority" extend to extinguishing the lives of innocents John? Are we not authorized to root out evil and injustice? Is this not a perfect example of it? What trial could he stand before and not be judged better than we who are witness to what this individual has done?"

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 107):

"Just what HAVE you seen him do, Herkimer? What are you witness too?"

Aye, the one called Grueduk the. Merciful was carried off by the Dragon ... he was never merciful, ever. No soldier was bothered by his  end.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 109):

"Who was the other carried off? Just as importantly, who is he likely to send next?"

I can’t say whom the other was, as he or it wasn’t taken from here. As to who will come next, hard to say, Grueduk was the Protector of the area and chose to handle this himself. There is another Protector in the far west and of course Brance in the East. I’d assume he is aware of your incursion, but can’t say as a fact.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 111):

"Then it sounds like we should hit Gruedeck first, then Brance, but not my call. Lets take this prick to Wulfe..."

Chloe listens "Wulfe, if you need me to, I can deal with him. He might remember me from court though I am not sure if that is good or bad"

Herkimer narrows his eyes at John but left the rest unsaid. He had pushed their friendship to its edge, and did not wish to topple over the side. He eyed the ears on the man's belt once more before strolling off towards Wulfe. If an update was to be given to the Queen it should be the words of the man who lead the effort.

"Wulfe, what would you have me say to the Queen."

In reply to John of Mallwyd (msg # 112):

The Dragon beat you to him... he’s the green clad lump on the left with his horse near by.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 115):

"Gruedick, or Brance?" asked John in surprise.

Grueduk

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 117):

"So what is the name of this protector in the west?"

No Clue, I’m just a soldier....

Ovo sat listening to all that was said. He gave a great guffaw at the tale of the knight. He shook his head and thought this is why dwarfs do not dance. It was happy with their progress thus far but some such was still eating away at him.

"Well... we've dun dam well Wulfe me lad. Aye! Yet, we've been ah wee bit lucky as well. Ye see we fought the likes that be the size o' our oon forces or somewhere thar aboots. Yet, Brance be no fool. If he should combine his forces wi' his other protectors thar numbers will be too great fer us ta handle. We'd best move fast afore Brance sees the errors o' his ways. Which o' these protectors are the closest n' how quicj kin we be aboot it?"

Wulfe nodded to Ovo and whole heartedly agreed. "Aye, I reckon Brance wouldn't expect us to have won here. IT won't take long before news gets back to him at which point I bet he'd consolidate his forces.

Though we would have to circle about them, it would be terrible for us to push directly into one of them, only to have another force come up on us from behind.

My Lady, I would much appreciate you dealing with the knight on my behalf. I think that us both lacking in proper social graces and etiquette might make things much worse. But I would hope that he and his men could join us. A capable contingent of knights and heavy cavalry would be a wonderful addition to our little force.
he got up and took a step closer to the mages.

Then, glancing at Herkimer he looked between him and the young girl "New addition, then?" he asked, wondering if the man had selected an apprentice or had taken to protecting her. Either way, it would level the man out a little, he thought. "If the queen is expecting a report, then tell her we scored a victory and will move on Brance.

"John, thank the dragons for us please. I appreciate that this may not be their battle but any assistance they would offer us in addition to today would again be appreciated and well recieved.

For now, though, Wulfe thought it best to congratulate those that stood against the wizards and their force and commend those that switched to the correct side.

"It takes a lot to stand against fearsome odds and strength of character to switch to the side of what's right, facing against the same odds. You all have my respect for what you did here today. he said, looking around the haphazard soldiers and militia before offering them all a nod of respect. He hoped they'd follow through to move with them all to Brance.

In reply to John of Mallwyd (msg # 118):

You might want to check his body, he had some papers and magic stuff... the soldier adds

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 122):

"Oh, Aye. I intend to check all three mages still here..."

John immediately proceeds to do so, taking any weapons or papers from the captured mage and everything of value from both the dead ones.

As soon as you leave the wounded Mage and get 20 yards or so away, the Soldier stabs the wounded mage in the chest with his sword, wipes it off, sheathes it and remounts. He tips his hand to you in a salute and rides over to the gathering group behind Wulfe's men.


Sir Fenister summons Lady Chloe to see the plan he has drawn up to engage Lord Brance's likely superior forces. The plan is decent as a military plan, except that it ignores any possible magical effects completely.

Wulfe finds these new men different, they are obviously better trained and seem to hold a quiet deep seated loathing for the mages and for Brance. To a man, they feel that they have been cheated and held against their will to do what ever ugly things they are told to do.  None show the least remorse at Grueduk's death, several openly wonder what he did to piss off the dragon too. All seem to agree with the soldiers dispatching of the wounded mage. They have little intelligence of value, as they were intentionally kept out of the operational knowledge to the best of the mage's abilities.

Herkier sees John heading for the bodies and heads the same way arriving at the same time John does.

Herkimer looks over the bodies as he joins John.

"What was their belief, that caused them to turn to this path? We are gods for the power we wield, but to hurt those whose worth is so little....is incomprehensible to me.

Herkimer bends down and flips through the first mages robes, looking for intelligence communications or other pieces of paper to add to this story.

"Our power, Chloe's, this girl's.." Herkimer motions towards Jaeleen "Indeed it sets us apart, but how we use it... Herkimer falls silent at his own musings.

He beckons Jaeleen forward as he rummages on the mage's body.

"We are simply looking for more information about Brance's movements, motives, supplies and more. How about you check that other one over there - if you see any book or collection of notes that look mysterious in nature, that you cannot decipher, that is all the more interesting."

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 125):

John rifles through the other mages possessions.

"Indeed, but then, the same can be said for Brance. He has power, given to rule for the good of the people, but he uses it to oppress the people instead. Some people seem to forget that we are all human...including themselves."

The other mage turns out to be Ashlik, whom you have already shaken down. Grueduk has a 2 point powerstone, a small knife and some non magical jewelry which seems heavy and gaudy. Since you have each gone to one of the mages, jaeleen goes over to the horse, speaking gently, she gets a grip on the reins, then moves forward petting the horse and rubbing it as she moves back to the saddle bags. She pulls out a water proof wrapped package which contains several scrolls and a thick book when unwrapped.

Just cleaned up the description.
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In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 127):

John will then return to the mage who had been captured and then killed to check him.

In reply to John of Mallwyd (msg # 128):

The sword wound through his back and chest finished him. He has little of value, a few coins, two of which are silvered lead (debased). He has a small knife of little value and a scroll with a few common spells on it... all spells you know. Total value of the coins in $12.

Clloe listens to Sir Fenister and thinks "Sir, if the mages were not here, it would be a good plan but with the mages on both sides, it might not work as well, especially if fireballs or something like that hits our ranks of men. And then there is me, depending on what I do but Wulfe prefers I stay near the rear in reserve. How does your plan work if the center is blown away?"

Um well, that would create a real problem; do we think we face that level of magery? I can build a reserve force, but we really need more men, that will take time to build up...let me send a runner to the King and explain our needs then.

"Sir, the problem is we do not know what we face and mages have a wide variety or powers. It is hard to plan against them and it makes them the most dangerous enemy potentially. So the mages have to be targets first and we need to protect our mages. But we should strike as quickly as possible before they receive reinforcements"

Most Courageous madam, but if they can wipe out our line as you described, not a wise option. I shall send for guidance and reinforcements from the crown, we'll camp here pending the answer.

In reply to Fenister of Tacitus (msg # 133):

John will gather everything, particularly the scrolls and cash, before joining the knight and Lady Chloe.

"Sir, perhaps such an important request should be made by you in person, so you can lead the reinforcements back yourself. If you would be so kind as to loan us your men, we can fortify this location to await your return..."

The Knight looks askance at your uninvited intrusion. Is this one of your men Milady? Perhaps you can remind him of his place, which certainly isn't here.

In reply to Fenister of Tacitus (msg # 135):

"It would appear that stories of your social ineptitude combined with ignorance are well founded. That is no way to speak to a court mage who has served the King on international missions on several occasions and is now Diplomat to dragonkind..." John retorts wish some amusement.

Herkimer looks longingly at the wrapped book and scrolls.

"John - should we not let the girl keep the book? Something for her to learn from? After we each give it a look over for appropriateness of course - but a token and momento from her time here... I would think she's earned it."

Herkimer straightens and leans backwards, cracking his back and smiling as relief floods his spine.

"Jaeleen, we will have to see about a ciriculum I would think. Compiling your own book of spells..." The babble goes on for a bit before he stopped. He had started to sound like Master Aedan. He wasn't quite sure if that was a good thing.
"Well first things first - we will need to survive the coming battle. I would think you might want to tend to your family first. If you do, I understand."

Herkimer looked expectantly at the young woman.

Mother said that if I chose to follow you, I should not look back, as trying to go in two directions at once goes nowhere.

In reply to Jaeleen of Fairfields (msg # 138):

"Your mother was a wise woman. Still, you should say goodbye properly if you have not already done so. Nobody you ever meet will love you like family does. As for her training Herkimer, you should not leave it to chance and teach her whatever you find in some evil mages Grimoire, but rather teach her deliberately according to her abilities, and craft a grimoire to suit."

Wulfe cocked his eyebrow and then looked at John "Easy now, John. He's just doing what he thinks is best. he said in reference to the knight. It was probably best not to bring up something so embarassing, however amusing, so directly without expecting something vaguely hostile in response. Under normaly circumstances, it was best to get tension out of the way but in the case where the group's cohesion was a priority such things were not suited.

Wulfe walked up to Chloe and slipped his arms around her waist, leaning in to whisper gently, "Aye, it would bebest perhaps if you used your court trianing and influence to keep our new knight in line. I expect I'd ultimately ruin any friendliness we might have. he said, and then grinned at the implication that perhaps his courtly ability was quite as stunted as the knight across the way. He then grinned some more as he realised that he didn't even have a drop of nobility in his blood to cushion him from harsh realities of such things.

"Herkimer, keep an eye on the girl and keep her close.

Ovo, gather everybody, we move within the hour he said, and then headed off to retrieve his horse.

Move? I said we will camp here.

In reply to Fenister of Tacitus (msg # 141):

"Perhaps, but as you are not a member of the royal court, you are not in charge, soldier. Wulfe is designated by the King to be in charge, and he outranks you. So until such time as the King says otherwise, Wulfe is in charge. You are welcome to ask him for a change, but until then, you follow his orders." John says politely but firmly.

She looks at Fenister "Sir, we have already figured out a battle plan from our intelligence. And these men are with us and they are part of the kings court of mages. I trust their advice and we need to move. Please trust our instincts against the enemy and I will let the queen know of your great leadership during the fight" she figured to go after his vanity

In reply to John of Mallwyd (msg # 142):

Shut your mouth Commoner, I am the oly noble here, and My Title is Sir to you... get out of here or I'll have you in chains. I run this camp, not some common born Lieutenant.

In reply to Chloe (msg # 143):

Milady, I'd not ask to pick out dresses or ribbons, do not ask me to let you run a military operation.

In reply to Fenister of Tacitus (msg # 145):

John frowns.

"Umbulat, give this arrogant ignoramace a kiss to teach him some manners."

John mutters a few words and signals at the knights feet, using the last of his energy. The ground suddenly opens up.

Ovo was about to walk off when the trouble started in earnest.

"QUIET! ALL O'YE!" the dwarf shouted. "O'nough o' who's got the grander sword! Wulfe be lead'n our group. Ye kin follow us or ye kin wait ritch here if'n ye wish. ye be ah noble aye! As am I. Wulfe here has already fought against these ruffuians n' won twice n' he'll do it again. Ye best be ask'n yerself if ye want ta be on the win'n side o' the wait'n side. If ye are in the former the King may jus look favorably on ye. If ye be on the latter, ye might as well stay camped here. ye'll have nay ah place at court."

Ovo shouted to the men "Ye heard Wulfe! Move oot!"
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Umblat looks from the man struggling to clear the hole and then at John

In reply to Umblat (msg # 148):

"Exactly my point, Ovo. This Knight presumes to assume command... despite the Kings direction."
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Wulfe looked a the knight. "If you were defending your lands from an oncoming enemy, would you prefer more or less time? he asked simply, but before waiting for a response he continued "... It's not so important.

You're right, I'm a common born lieutenant and you are born noble. But as a knight that surely understands honour and duty I will say this:

One, do not speak to my men like this. Two, Do not assume my betrothed's strengths and weaknesses without taking proper time to assess her actions over the past years have resulted in the greatest benefits to our kingdom. Three, Come with us, or not. I'm sure that you and your men will fortify this village exceptionally well and hold off any further attacks but we'd rather you be with us.

In the meantime. Herkimer, would you be kind enough to contact our King and Queen to update them on the current situation and intended actions. Also, please relay Sir Fennister's words.
he said, pausing a moment before then adding

Sir Fennister, I do not wish conflict, nor to begin on the wrong foot here. But I am duty bound to see this though, as are the rest of us. I cannot sit and let more of these people be brutalised by Lord Brance. We move within the hour.

he said with a vaguely gentle voice. He was careful to be as diplomatic as possible, given the situation. But couldn't help grin at the resolve that the whole group had shown.




How old is fennister?

John's words surprise him, though only slightly as he agrees.

"A mother often knows best, a father thinks he does. At least goes my experience. The choice is your Jaeleen. He pats Jaeleen's shoulder, an awkward comfort and his face shows as much. But he tries.

Turning he addresses John. "And John, your approach is how the Academy, Master Aedan really, tried to teach me and they failed. Although I do hold a place in my heart for Master Aedan for all that he has done for me - more of a father than my own. However my true learning has come through trial and error and I would not be here if it were for a strange device I touched that teleported me halfway across the land into Lady Airis' company. I would not be the paragon of power that stands before you had I not touched the dragon's gate. If she and I find evil we will encounter it and learn from it - as we have from Ashlik. Kindly teach those who follow you as you would teach and leave me to mine."

As Wulfe commands him Herkimer bows stiffly.
"Yes Wulfe - I will gladly relay our current situation and the good news about the arrival of the Knight and troops."

Circling away from the group by about twenty yards Herkimer finds a quiet spot to sit.
ooc: 06:06, Today: Herkimer rolled 9 using 3d6.  Telepathy @ 14.
>>"M'Lady - I hope the timing is convenient. I have an update."

Herkimer waits patiently for a response, there was plenty to think on while he did.
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Sir Fenister braces a little at Wulfe's words, but Wulfe's display of the King's seal* causes him a moment of reflection.

* It's why they gave it to you....

OOC - I edited Herkimer's post as even he knows that calling the Knight a Pompous Oaf will have him and the soldiers at Herkimer's throat. Being a court mage of Carricke does not excuse such ... ask Trump about how many folks have been run out of his court. I'll correct John's as well.

"Better that we work together, do  you not thing Sir Fennister? he asked, hoping that they could figure something out for at least the time being. In reality he didn't want to split the forces. Cavalry were cavalry after all.

I was sent to rescue you...not work with you, why have I not been informed of this operation in my area?

Chloe sighs. "Sir, the king did not think anyone outside of our group needed to know. Now please do as my husband says as he is the kings representative. We value your aid but we know more of what the situation is." she says to Fennister

So be so kind as to inform me of all I do not know.

In reply to Fenister of Tacitus (msg # 156):

"At this stage you do not need to know everything, but you do need to accept Wulfes Authority here. I am sure the King selected him for good reasons"

He hardens the ground beneath him to allow him to climb out...as long as he remains polite!

Who in the devil's name is this person?  he points at John  I am thinking he should be drawn and quartered.

In reply to Fenister of Tacitus (msg # 158):

John immediately open up the ground underneath him and fills the dirt up to his waist.

"I already identified myself. Your ignorance is therefore no excuse for your rudeness!"

Herkimer returns to close proximity to Wulfe. Speaking to Jaeleen about about the etiquette of the courts and how the man before them was a noble, afforded respect, possibly without having done anything other than being born. Though while it seemed unsavory, now that she was with power, she was much as the same, born with privilege running through her veins.

"Wulfe, the Queen has received our update. She states a message will arrive by pigeon as soon as it's able."



ooc: assuming Jaeleen decided to stay after all? unsure if she had changed her mind.

"Enough! Wulfe snapped in uncharacteristic fashion at the squabbling and argumentative interactions between people within the group. "We are all here for the same reason, to protect the people of Caithness and prevent rebellion.

Sir Fennister, it is true there were lies spread about our group - this was done purposefully by the king to ensure our ability to befriend Brance. As circumstnaces deviated fromthe plan, we had to change our strategy. Obviously, we had to be pursued to give the impression of legitimacy.

Now, you understand battle and strategy. We have struck a surprise blow at our enemy and must capitalise on it. AGain, I understand the apprehension to trust us without a direct letter from the throne - something that, thanks to our wizard here, is now being sent by carrier pigeon.

It is true that your command would rule supreme under normal circumstances, but I, Lady Chloe and all the men  you see before you have been sworn to this duty, word given to the king in person and so these people fall under my authority here. TO give that up would be to go back on my word given. I will not try to command you or your men directly, but work with us so that we can see this through and make sure that Brance's rebellion is stopped.

I have to take these men and do what I feel is needed, and I know your vows say that you must do that also but more than the details of prorietary or noble birth we owe more to the people of Oakwood, the crown and victory.

If you wish to try and stop me, then do so. But you stand before Lady Chloe here, first chosen of our Queen, and witness to these words. She will relay what happens here with full truth. If you consider me defying you as punishable then - Chloe, please take note of it. But we are going to stop Brance, wait for the pigeon if you must and then decide - but everyone here, despite disagreements would prefer to work with you and your men. he said taking a deep resigned sigh at the final attempt to speak reason.

"Your role will be well remembered in this, for many years Lord knight Fennister of Tacitus he said, before turning to give the Nod to Ovo to set the men to move.





Lets hope that'll do.

I've offered him the out - using Lady Chloe (a woman, i presume he knows from court) as witness to Wulfe's disobedience.

While simultaneously offering him some terms that don't put him below Wulfe - but then simply appealing to his honour and duty and understanding at the 'predicament' he's placing everyone in.

Then also... kind of implying that his reputation might be resplendent if he had a strong acting hand in putting down Brance.

The option to wait for the pigeon is also there (not sure how long that would take though).

Hopefully it's enough. Either way, easier to stop the flow of The River Smoke than to stop Wulfe !


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In reply to Wulfe The Pretty (msg # 161):

Ovo, grinning ah bit, nodded "Yer heard the man! Be ready ta move yer arses lads! Last one ta Brance gets me iron toe booot ta the balls!"

Sir Fenister, up to his waist in soil, is absolutely Livid and has missed all of Wulfe's comments...

Sergeant Furrest, Put that man in chains... cut off hi head if you have to, he will see justice in the Kings Courts, if he lives.

10 Men at Arms storm in to sieze John, confine his arms and feet and hustle him out.

OOC- John has violated the Laws of Caithness in no small way, assaulting a noble and a Judge of the Kingdom cannot be allowed to slide. Wulfe understands that; he would not put up with this is it were a soldier or even a Sergeant that assaulted him; Chloe likewise understands that an assault on a noble is very close to the unforgivable sin. Even Herkimer perceives that John has stepped seriously out of line.
Ovo is appalled, certainly this knight is an impediment, but to attack the kings man in any way is extremely serious among Dawrves as well.

The Soldiers quickly subdue John and haul him outside where he is put in Iron cuffs for both hands and feet [remember, the the Men of the Stone patrol the roads of Caithness keeping order, They have police powers and the Knights have judicial powers]. All his things are removed excepting robes, which the soldiers ascertain are not magical. He is shackled to a post in the ground and left, with two somewhat distant guards keeping an eye on him. Any attempt to cast any spell will result in being struck on the skull and knocked out.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 164):

John won't resist, but will now be unable to free him as well. In his defense, John has not actually harmed the man.

Given the chance, he will ask Umbulat to relay events to his brothers. Otherwise, he will wait to see what happens. As a prisoner, he is well aware that if things go south in the coming battle, he is likely to be offered a place in Brances court...

At some point in the middle of the night the hue and cry goes up, lots of people with torches running around ... it seems the prisoner has escaped. Several hours of searching find nothing.

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 160):

Jaeleen has stuck close to you, she hasn't really left your side except when you  tell her to stay.

Come Morning, the camp is exhausted, having spent several hours searching fruitlessly. Everyone needs rest.



Wulfe is frustrated, Sir Fenister is very angry, but several of his men remind him that he is dealing with a mage ... who knows what they can do ... don't punish the guards for what happened. Chloe is glad for some rest, as all the upheaval and stress have not been good for her.

Ovo senses that things they don't see are afoot.

About midday a Pigeon message is brought to Sir Fenister, who swears loudly. He summons Wulfe

Sometime in the early afternoon, the escort arrives and Sir Fenister takes his leave rather brusquely. A sergeant rolloff isthe senior memeber of the Cavalry, and he seems quite capable.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 168):

Ovo went straight to Wulfe "There be dragons aboot. I'll wager me fortune upon it. I wonder if they be here ta John. We'd best let Lady Chole know as well."

"I am glad the queen recalled him, if that is what happened. I was going to haunt his dreams, if he has any" she says with a smile.

Herkimer settled down for the evening.


Come morning Herkimer eased out of his sleeping arrangements  and made his way to Wulfe and Chloe.

"Wulfe...I had a visitor last night, another dragon kind. I was informed that we should have a day of rest, that no messengers have been allowed to reach Brance. Moreover, we have been instructed to move to Braidenten...

Herkimer delivered his news and paused, and waited.

Wulfe signed at the disappearance, post-arrest of John. He was supposed to be the one that got himself into trouble, wasn't he?

The aggrevation Sir Fennister expressed was slightly amusing too, but ultimately it didn't help them. At least  until the letter came summoning him away. "I am sorry to see such a capable manbe summoned away Sir Fennister. I would expect, however that it would be for the best. There can be only one commander, after all. he said formally being sure to insinuate his own displeasure at the friction the knight had caused.

Upon Ovo's words Wulfe nodded, and then walked with him to the rest of the group to indicate Fennister's dismissal.

"A pity he couldn't get over himself. Nobles are often like that, eager to prove through words what are best left to action. And you Chloe, are a dangerous woman he said casually, sliding his arm around Chloe as they walked and chuckling at the idea of her haunting dreams.

The addition of Herkimer and his words gave Wulfe some pause."Rest? They're stopping messengers? Well, as we have injured and  everybody has been on edge here it wouldbe worth waiting a little and recovering as best we can. PLus, it might give us some time to find ou where John went. I assume you have communication with him Herkimer?


He gave another pause and then nodded to the idea of rest with a familiar grin. "lets make sure everyone gets fixed up, fed well and a good night rest then. Who are we to argue with the offered protection of dragons, eh? he said, the grin widening.


Afterwards, Wulfe went to the cavalry sergeant and said "Sir Fennister has been recalled for an important matter. You are to stay with me and aide my efforts here against Brance.

I trust that you run a sharp outfit here Sergeant he said, stifling the grin.



What is Braidenten?

I assume it's a town, of some kind - the other direction from brance?

Ovo followed Wulfe. having his detail of men as a honor guard of sorts.

"Not as much communication with John, but a dragon friend of his perhaps. A visitor in the night. Now unless you have more pressing matters I will see to my apprentice. If she is to survive we will need to get started..."

Herkimer turns and heads back to where he had left Jaeleen and shakes the girl away.
"Jaeleen, up girl. We have much to do today. Despite John's grievances we have three books from which you can learn a craft honed by the greatest minds." Herkimer digs around and three books are placed about them.

"Mine own Grimoire, never far from my person. To forget it would be to lose a part of myself. This book belonging to the mage Ashlik whom we have dispensed of..." Herkimer pauses. The sense of pride and ego well within him slightly.

"And this other book. Grueduk. Or some sort of name similar to that." Herkimer tucked his own Grimoire away and palmed Ashlik's, holding it by the spine as he handed Grueduk's to Jaeleen.

"Some of what is in there... is dangerous to yourself and others. I won't say it's beyond you, nor that you are forbidden from it. I find such statements folly. However should you pursue them before you are ready the consequences could be dire, loss of your mind, facilities or even life. And never assume that magic produces immediate effects. You may not always consider the future but altering that path could be just as disastrous. That being said I believe in practical applications. First we will teach you something with which you can practice. Second we will work on increasing how often you can practice. I believe that would be prudent as well as exciting for you. Do you have any questions before we begin?"

None Sir Mage

In reply to Wulfe The Pretty (msg # 172):

I don't think you will have any troubles from my men Lieutenant. Sorry to see Sir Fenister go, but he does seem to grate on some folks. Sorry about yer mage, he's basically done for at this point. Pity he didn't control himself a bit. Braidenten is a town in central western Oakwood, a big market town and is used as the base for Brance's western forces. Brance uses Oakwood in the east much the same way.

Chloe walks along "So it is too bad that Sir Fennister was recalled. Brave man but not very good with people and he did not fully appreciate peoples abilities. I am not sure how much he has experience with mages, which is a pity" she says as she walks with the others.

"Now where has John gotten off too? We will need him back at some point"

Herkimer waves a hand idly at Jaeleen. "Sir Mage would have been Master Aedan when I was in my youth or my father had he any talent for this, or anything else besides making coin. Herkimer is my name, and I wish you to address me as such going forward."

Sitting cross legged Herkimer flips open Jaeleen's Grimoire, a book beyond her skill at the moment but certainly within her reach and abilities (or so he thought) until he found the page with Ignite Fire inscribed on it's surface.

"Now - you're aware that when wood becomes hot enough it bursts into flame. What you will be doing is using the laws of this world to... bend them slightly."

He wasn't sure if this was the right way, he had never taught anyone before. But it was his way.

I don't like using that bad man's spells, Master Herkimer ...  But I'll try as you wish.

With your guidance and support, she is able to cast the spell to create a match sized flame somewhat hesitantly in about 20 minutes.
She practices for another half hour and seems to have it down.

I'd like to rest a little as I feel tired now.

You'd guess she has cast this spell at least 14 or 15 times in the past hour.

Most everyone gets some more sleep, although there is a guard posted, which rotates appropriately.
Another deer is brought in and cut up for dinner, bread is made and even vegetables provided (do we need to make rolls for who eats their veggies?).

There is no sign of John or Umblat.

Wulfe rested, opting to let Chloe take one of the vacant buildings in the village to afford her some level of comfort. He'd spend the night too attempting to spend some personal time with her. Since Carricke everything had been on the move and he realised even to himself that most of life had been about work.

Though prior to that he spent time walking around the village, taking some time to speak with people and see what they would say about the current situation. Coming upon Herkimer he grinned at the girl and chuckled "So, full new mage in training, eh? Well I don't doubt she's in good hands Herkimer. he said, glancing at the spell craft and wondering what they were doing exactly. The theory and practice was much beyond him.

"Are you able to contact John at all. I'd like to know he's safe at least and ideally have him back with us.

The rest of the night prior to Chloe time was spent talking to soldiers and just reassuring them a little and letting Ovo and Hugh and the new Sergeant know of the plans to move on to the west village.

Chloe will get up in the morning and clean up and get food. When she finds out that John is still not there, she will ride close to camp and send out telegraphic messages that the rude knight is gone and please come back. She is not sure if he is with in range but wants to try it.

There is no response...

The following day you pack up camp; in talking with the many defectors, you discover that they are quite willing to fight Brance and his minions. Thry all feel cheated and disgusted with what they have been forced to become.

By mid morning you are packed and heading out toward the southwest.

At Wulfe's request Herkimer sighs. Internally he figured John was better off than any of them, especially if the dragons had taken him. But who was he to turn down such a simple request from the commanding officer of this little force.
"Aye Wulfe - I can try to reach out. Let's see what my magic can uncover. Give me a moment to provide context and instruction to my ward."

"The telepathy spell is most likely beyond you now, but when you feel capable we shall try it. It's more so about the connection between you and the recipient than trying to think of the distance between the two. It's that distinction that makes this spell so difficult to master. It's easy for the natural laws of the world to insert pervasive thouhts while you conjure the energy to send your conciousness out. That being said watch how I gather energy and expend it."

ooc: Herkimer rolled 11 vs Telepathy @14 to contact John.

Question: What are the statuses of our power stones/ staffs? Those would recharge automatically over time since being drained of all power during my critical failure?

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 184):

There is no response to your telepathic efforts.

All items of power have recharged.

OK, I kin do that Ignite fire spell pretty good now, can we try another one?

Chloe looks at Herkimer "I tried Telepathy also. He must be out of range. All we can do is keep trying as we travel"

Ovo marched along in contrary silence. Once again the group has found a way to split itself apart. Didn't John know they were safer with him and he them? Surely! They had fought and counted on one another many times now. Brance had a mage and maybe a dam fine one. Herkimer was one of the best but if he fights a group alone what indeed were their chances. Their  own forces grew but against Brances own, the bandit lord still had the advantage. Yet if they could take at least one more unit out then they may have a chance.

"Keep lively lads! Yer ears n' eyes open. We be nay the only 'uns to think o' ah ambush. If'n ye see some such queer ye best tell me straight away."

Herkimer nods at Lady Chloe.
"I also could not contact him. I will try each day as you wish."

As Jaeleen updates Herkimer on her progress he can't help but be impressed.

"Excelent progress - you are learning very quickly, this is good! Be proud of your accomplishment, but be warned things will get more complex. Perhaps you will not think so though eh?"
Herkimer winks at this remembering how easily he grasped concepts and thought he was better than the teachers at the Academy. An endless source of frustration for Master Aedan.
"Now, next is not as much fun, but is the first step to recovering your energy faster. Allowing you more practice, allowing you in turn to become a master sooner."
Herkimer begins instruction on how to lend energy to another.
"Cast your fire spell again first and show me your progress. Do not hold back and do so until you feel tired....ah yes, again!... good. Tired? Now watch as I lend you some of my own energy, watch, not with your eyes! Right. Do you see? Correct, I can take my vital energy and give it directly to you. Do you see hownI opened a conduit, right. Notice Jaeleen, as the energy passes none of it leaves the conduit or bleeds into the world, we can pass the same energy back and forth indefinitely... which is what we shall do."

Herkimer grins and restores Jaeleen's post vitality. Easy enough - the dragon gate made any sort of magical endurance a battle he could easily win. This should make things easier. He hoped.

Jaeleen creates some 6 or 7 match flames before being even slightly tired ... then with your restoration of her energy, Jaeleen works on Lend Energy. She struggles with the concept until about mid-afternoon before grasping it, having made multiple failures before then.

Jaeleen is not much at riding, having seldom had the opportunity. She rides like a sack of beans... and isn't in constant control of the horse, although when it strays, she can stop what she is doing and coax it back to where it should be.

You make a rest stop in the early afternoon having traversed several leagues; the village you had stayed by is out of sight now.
During the rest one of the 'converted' soldiers approaches Wulfe.  Ya know the town has a wall? Ain't so good a wall, but its still a wall. I'm thinkin' ifn' me an a couple o' others ride up an talk to the guards, they might come over ta yer side as well, leavin' the gates open. That'll make it easy to get in and deal wi' the hardliners and mages that may be left.

Wufle enjoyed the walk, it always helped to clear one's mind. When things got too complicated and his life seemed to be awash with many things pulling him in different ways, when decisions were harder to make, things always became easier when you could just take the next step.

Over the past few years his responsibilities had grown and so those decisions had come more frequently than back in his earlier days but now, now that he had so many things to consider and much responsibility to those relying on him and things to consider in the future. He wondered what smarter people would make of such situations, but perhaps they all pretended - to appear like they knew what they were doing. And while some of it was complex and new territory for Wulfe... taking a city and killing a tyrant perhaps was the thing he was made for. He gave a wolfish grin at the thought.

"A wall? Well that does make things a little more interesting than we'd like. he said, pausing a moment to think about it and then addressing the next point "Aye, if you rode up we could possibly get the front door open,it'd be a bottleneck if we got caught in there. But you're right, if the forces there knew we were here to help - and the villagers especially  - Brance's forces could have to fight against enemies from within, and on all sides. It would certainly help our cause.

What I do not want, though, is for it to turn into a slaughter. Should the enemy direct a vengeful fist against the village they could burn it down and kill everyone within arm's reach.

It can be done, but has to be careful. he said and then relayed the plan to everyon in his core group.

"... Ovo, will lead the assault he said, using a stick to draw a plan into the dirt

"Chloe, Herkimer, I feel you two are best for damage control. We don't want the village to get burned to the ground, and there will be villagers, and pockets that will require support against magic, and from our archers. Ultimately, we will need clever people to govern the skirmishing. he continued, trying to figure out the best place for him to stand. The itch was back though, and he could feel his throat pulse with excitement as he thought about the thrill coming to him.

"I suppose that leaves me to oversee everything with a cavalry force. he said and then looked at everyone with a grin.

"Thoughts?"

Well fer one, there ain' no village, it be a town wi stone and wattle buildings. Its got streets what are cobbled too.

You resume your march and pass the site where Grueduk had camped before attacking you, shortly after your midday break ... That evening you camp near some trees away from any villages.  The trees allow you to light fires away from the sight of the distant town which you can see on the horizon. The camp is set up in a circle with the dismounted men close to the woods, and the mounted folks facing the open lands, the command group is placed in the center.

As dusk approaches a man walks out of the woods and through the guards as if he belongs here, but you do not recognize him. The various soldiers be come curious and grab their weapons and follow him as he walks up to the command group.

"If they might hurt innocents, they we have to strike quickly. The quicker we strike, the better. It will keep the enemy busy so they can hurt people. But to do that, we have to get in quickly. A wall is a worry though Herkimer and I could bring it down, who knows what their mage could do during that time. And the locals might be hurt"

They is more likely to vent their anger towards you ... the dumb townsfolk won' do much mos likely.

She stands up and walks towards the man but does not get to close. "Hello, can we help you?"

In reply to Chloe (msg # 197):

"I am Thomas O'Leary, and I have been sent to replace John as the Dragons emissary. While I do not particularly care fore the punishment inflicted upon my predecessor due to a nobles ignorance, nor any kingdom that would brook such, I understand you are fighting a rebel who has oppressed and killed both humans and dragons alike under his rule."

In reply to Thomas O'Leary (msg # 198):

Ovo looked at the man and nodded "Aye! Noone o' us liked the punishment nor the man that brought it ah-boot, boot the kingdom has laws n' John twas give'n ah warn'n ta hold his tongue but kept ah go'n. Then he nearly buried the ignorant fool afore the king himself recalled him. I like John aye! I'd ah tried ta help him any way I may, boot he be wee bit responsible fer his oon actions n' the place he put Wulfe here. We be happy ta have ye wi' us aye. Ye see John ye tell him Ovo Goldenshield misses him an' we;ll meet ah-gin we will."

In reply to Ovo Goldenshield (msg # 199):

"I thought it was his magic, not his tongue,that got him in trouble. All the same, to my mind, the Nobles seem more trouble than they are worth. But unfortunately from what I heard from the brief before I was sent, we will need a diviner to recall his spirit if we are to ever know the truth.

Now about this more troublesome noble we are fighting...what are your plans and how can I help?"

"I would not speak for our commander here, but it would depend entirely upon what you are, as in to what capacity are you useful? Herkimer tugs at his chin as if he were trying to pull hair out and and produce a beard. Despite his best efforts in the past all attempts at growing facial hair had merely ended with him being mocked at by those who were more gifted than he at it.

"I wouldn't presume to think you worthless but even Ovo has his strengths in combat, fashioning gaudy weapons and the like. John was an accomplished mage, albeit with some chronic back pain, poor guy." Herkimer passed his staff from one hand to the next and beckoned Jaeleen with his free hand to join him at his side.

"Jaelneen, recently joining us shows promise in her future. Lady Chloe commands with an iron word and the skill to match it. And Wulfe, fearless leader and commander can give directions better than any mother you've known."

"Aside from 'coming from the dragons' to what use are you?"

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 201):

He raises an eyebrow.

"Such a question suggests you know little of the power of dragons, my friend. Whilst I can take their form, or the form of a cloud, I cannot match their power. Nonetheless, I know a little of earth magics, and I can create creatures, as well as heal those already in existence, as well as use light to some benefit, both to reveal and to hide. My friend Rascallion is also capable in offering your enemy as burnt sacrifices, too, and as a capable scout. But the details are not important. Tell me your plans and I can see where I can fit into them."

"Do not assume questions are a measure of ones abilities or intellect, especially when you are the stranger to this group. John was a trusted and known friend. You are a new variable, from a reliable source, but unknown. It could be said that you're assumption to tell us how best you will fit in means you know little of Wulfe and his powers of leadership and command. But pointing out such a diminutive observation about you would be impolite of me."

Herkimer turns to Wulfe.
"You now have the gist of what he says he can do - trial will tell if its true."

Ovo smirked at the mage "Welcome Master O'Leary. If nay anything else I kin always make ye ah gaudy weapon."

Herkimer did not smile but noded at Ovo.
"I would dare to call them useful after seeing Wulfe put it to work Master Dwarf."

He did crack a smile now however as he continued.
"Now just think how much better it could be wreathed in flames or lightning - a true sight to behold, striking both fear, and great injury into those it threatens!!"

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 205):

Ovo just gave the mage a look he would any other fool but held his tongue.

Wulfe let everybody talk, occasionally grinning or cocking an eyebrow as Herkimer compared him to a mother, but ultimately held his tongue until he held the measure of the man.

"Well, it is true, you'renot John,now will you replace him. You'll no doubt have to earn respect like him, but an ally of the dragons can also be an ally of ours and we welcome any help.
he said, and then gestured to the camp fire with one arm, before moving and sitting beside Chloe.

"For the record, my dear friend, the swords I wield act already as if wreathed in flame. Anyone standing within their range and seeking to affront those things that I care about have felt their bite more keenly than a glowing red steel. he said in ironic boast.

He then reached to the fire to retrieve a skewer of meat, taking a bite before passing it around the fire.

"What is Rascallion? he asked simply while chewing.

Catching the glance of Ovo Wulfe grinned and then said "Can you do that? From what I hear Dwarves imbue their own kinds of magic into the things they craft, but perhaps coupledwith a wizard's touch a weapon can become even more potent?

In reply to Wulfe The Pretty (msg # 207):

"Magic can do anything if you know the right process. Rascallion is my draconic friend. Kindly introduce yourself, Rapscallion."

Chloe will walk up after coming out of her tent. "Hello, I am Chloe, the Kings emissary. " she holds out her hand to Thomas. "I am also Wulfe's wife."

A large cat sized figure seems to appear on Tom's shoulder.  I am Rascalluon ...
 It looks toward Chloe as she makes her entrance.  Milady seems to have been busy with Wulfe, huh?

In reply to Rascalluon (msg # 210):

"Pleased to meet you. You join your husband on such a risky mission?"

Herkimer snickers.

"More like he joined her."

"The Queen asked me to lead this mission actually. I rely on Wulfe a great deal as well Ovo and Herkimer for their advice"

In reply to Chloe (msg # 213):

The dwarf cleared his throat "Advice and gaudy weapons Master O'Leary."

In reply to Ovo Goldenshield (msg # 214):

He smiles.

"I see. I have to say, Mr Ovo, I like my weapons fine and very high quality."

Herkimer feels a tug at his sleeve  Jaeleen whispers loudly Do I need a weapon too?

In reply to Jaeleen of Fairfields (msg # 216):

Ovo just gave the young girl a wink! The dwarf filed away that he should do that very thing. A nice dagger for her... aye!

In reply to Thomas O'Leary (msg # 215):

"It twould be an honor ta make ye 'un when this business be through Master O'Leary. Ye kin count upon it." the dwarf said giving the man a slight bow.

Herkimer looks upon Ovo with a new look of appraisal. The man was apparently capable of surprising him and perhaps warranted another look.

"Your mind will be your greatest weapon - and never forget that. However there will be time when your mind is fatigued, magic is not available or is not appropriate. Would that I still had my wand I would gift it to you. And when this is over the dagger would be, I would think, a most appropriate tool to carry and learn. Until then... are you familiar with the use of any weapon to defend yourself?"

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 219):

"A dagger something like this one? Do you think you could improve on it?"

He draws his fine silvered dagger and offers it to Ovo to inspect, handle first.

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 219):

Just this and she draws a very small work knife from it’s sheath.

Herkimer considers this a moment. He didn't much care for the girl only having a knife. A woman needed to be protected. A bow and arrow? Safe at a distance... Quarterstaff was sound, easy to conjure at a moment's notice and could put someone at a distance. All of these things required training. Wulfe. Hmm. Perhaps he shouldn't decide for her. The temptation to train her as a magical assassin crossed his mind. He pushed it aside.

"I can train your mind, but as for your body, perhaps you should choose. Do you wish to master the sword and dagger? The bow? I've spent some, though little, time training the use of the staff. We will coerce Wulfe into setting you up with a training partner of your choice."

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 222):

The dwarf looked at the dragon Mage's blade and flipped it to hand back to the man "I'll say it be ah fine bit o' work. I nay know if I kin add ta the blade Master O'Leary. Yet, if ye twould like me ta try I shall do me best."

The dwarf listened and then cocked a brow "Sword may be ah tad unwieldy... least it be small ta fit her frame. I kin make her either ah dagger or short sword if ye like. Or both if'n ye have ah mind. I'd do it fer ye lass n' ye mage n' it twould be ah honor. Ye n' me may have had our differences aye! But we serve the same man n' woman do we not? That lady jus happens ta be ah carr'n me godchild. That be wot's important ta us both."

Ovo held out a gnarled strong hand for the mage to shake "Let's be civil n' be hop'n fer better times eh?"
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Chloe looks at the girl "I would use the dagger as a mage as it is easy to carry and can cut. It is not at all good against a sword though. So a bow might be good too as you can stay back and use it unless your crazy mage like Herkimer who likes to get close"

Herkimer eyes the dwarf. Both men from different crafts. And he had a habit of making more enemies than friends. And that didn't pan out too well - nor did it really work for Ashlik...

Reaching forward Herkimer clasps Ovo's hand.

"I welcome the change that this may bring. And you're right - Master Dwarf. Perhaps this will work afterall.

Shaking his hand eagerly he remains stoic, but a hint of a smile creeps across his face.

In reply to Chloe (msg # 224):

"Or you could use a sling. The extra range makes it better with potions that explode..."

"Actually a sling is good. I never think of those as I do not need them"

Gurfow used a sling to get rabbits... I've done it some, but I am not near as good as he was.

In reply to Jaeleen of Fairfields (msg # 228):

"Then you have some skill with a sling? Try this one..."

He offers his normal sling for her to practice with.

Thank You, but don't you want it?

In reply to Jaeleen of Fairfields (msg # 230):

"I will want it back, but you can practice with ti for now, and we can get you one later, I am sure. If you find it useful, I can offer the larger one that can sling potions as well."

Herkimer watches in interest as Ovo and Thomas give freely of their possessions and time to Jaeleen. It was an interesting scene. A community to raise an apprentice?

"And before long we will make sure you can conjure your own sling from which you can hurl all manner of objects. Thank you all for your kindness in preparing Jaeleen for the trials ahead. Thomas, am I to assume you are proficient in the use of said sling? If so perhaps we can train Jaeleen with you regularly."

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 232):

"I am, and she is welcome to train with me. Slings conjured generally are not the same quality, however. So I carry a good quality one with me most of the time."

"Of course. Perhaps a rudimentary lesson is available at your earliest convenience? Once your done, Jaeleen, we can focus on the next spell you will need to defend yourself."

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 234):

"Naturally...Now why don't you show me what you know of slings..."

With that, Thomas will teach her the basics of sling use...though she may need a little more practice, maybe.

To Thomas's chagrin, she is at least as good as he is with a sling ... Her concept of what is "good" is well beyond you both.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 236):

"Right, well, now that you have mastered that sufficiently, you should talk to your master about getting a good one to use, and learning to make the potions to go into them."

"Of course knowing a spell to summon a sling is always good to have as a back up. Things get lost at times of course"

In reply to Chloe (msg # 238):

"Of course. As Herkimer has pointed out, however, magic is the best first line of defence for us, and if it fails, we do not want to have to rely on it for our backup weapons!

Now, about our plans..."

Dark settles in, food is brought... and the conversation continues for a while longer.

Herkimer watches the ongoings. Impressed by Jaeleen's talent with the sling he made a note to keep that mind mind. Underestimating those who seem beneath you may backfire. It was a note well made. As evening settled in he got close to Jaeleen, not to instruct, but to converse. About magic and all it's wonder. And what she wanted.

"So far you've aptly mastered sparking a fire and we've practiced dealing with energy. But what happens next is up to you. In this world that's bigger than any one of us - what do you want to be. What do you want to do with this power?"

Herkimer sat on the ground and started doodling in the dirt with the end of his staff. His "gift" from the elves. He ran his hands along the smooth wood and admired it for what it was. And wondered perhaps something along these lines was a better calling than dueling with other mages.

I want to do good and be able to prevent bad people from hurting innocent people, like you and John did ... and maybe have a family some day.

In reply to Jaeleen of Fairfields (msg # 242):

"Sometimes doing good in not enough. Evil people can turn your good intentions to evil, like Brance has done with many of the troops under him. Many wanted just to do good, keep criminals off the street and protect the innocent, but he defines good folk as criminals. Sometimes to truly do good, one has to do things that are not, at first glance, good. That is where wisdom becomes extremely important. But that is something Herkimer will have to teach you by example."

The Various sergeants want to discuss the advance on Braidenten, some have suggested a small group pretend to be loyal, seize the gate and hold it while the others come up and reinforce them; the others say that it is unlikely that they could hold it for the length of time it would take the rest to traverse the league or so from "out of sight" to the gate. They look to Wulfe and company to decide this important point.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 244):

"Rascallion can, like many dragons, turn invisible at will. Perhaps the first step should be reconnaissance. Of course, I can also take the form of a cloud, so between us I am sure we can be at the gate quickly to assist such a matter. But better to make such plans when we know in detail what we are up against. A false attack while under observation might also reveal much about their responses."

Wulfe nodded at the sergeants' comments and then to Thomas while stroking his chin and attempting to think through the scenario. "All information we can get on the place would be useful. If Rascallion is up to the task, then that information would be very valuable.

As for the gate, we can get it open but might not be able to hold it for long. I wouldn't want our forces taking heavy losses just trying to hold a door open, that's before the real fight even begins.

Thomas? Did you say you were capable of manipulating earth? If you, Chloe and Herkimer put your power together is there not a way we could destabilise and tumble the gate, or even a section of wall?  If this could be done in multiple locations, then we wouldn't be bottle necked and the entry point would not be easily closed off.

We would also need a way to rally any supporters on the otherside of the wall. he said, glancing down intot he orange of the fire for a moment and imagining the sequences of events as they could go.

Mayhap we could send a few back to tell the others what's coming ... then they could wear a sign to say they were not enemies.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 247):

"Rascallion is certainly up to the task, but if you can send someone to talk to them, a 'loyal' survivor with a report of the last battle, perhaps, then Rascallion can also report where there are loyal troops and where there is a fight to be had. As for collapsing part of the wall, that can be done with great cost of energy. Unless I could then recover, I would unlikely be of any further use in the battle that followed, making their mages far more deadly. "

Wulfe nodded Aye, it does seem wise to send infiltrators ahead of time to see if we can gather support internally. We can get a few men and Hugh can go with them, unless you (Fennister's sergeant) are up to the task? he offered.

"Could you not make the ground just a little uneven under the wall? he asked the wizard.

Im pretty sure you can do it with even just a minor casting of shape earth

Moving 2 cubic yards can mean (assuming the wall posts are a yard deep means you can just push the earth across 4 yards and weaken the wall significantly, probably enough to rubble any stone structure, or cause the strength of a group of upright wooden posts to be weakened.

Coupled with a blast or some telekinesis, i reckon it can be done rather well, and likely without expending too much.

Supposition is nice, but maybe you need a look at this wall... and the gates.

She will go and check out the wall and gate house.

In reply to Chloe (msg # 251):

May take a bit, it's several leagues away and not friendly...

Ovo will volunteer to go with Chloe and the recon crew. His knowledge of stonework may be helpful... and there is always his axe...

Herkimer listens to Wulfe's plan and agrees.

"An excelent idea. Going to check out this wall offers plenty of opportunity. Jaeleen can learn of a mew element and practice something new. Also, Lady Chloe - it may ne worth our time, while here, to observe any locations suitable to create a Gate."

"I Can move stuff, not much at creating." she says with a smile.

"Ah - yes. I misconstrued my words. A teleporting gate, to gain leverage in the area and move troops, advisors, enforcers more quickly through Carricke."

Herkimer he had realized he spoke with poor context and was quick to correct himself.

"When do we head out?"

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 256):

"Ready to go when you all are. I might just leave my leather pouches here where they should be safe, right?"

Wa'll if'n everyone moves on, likely not.   the old soldier opines.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 258):

"Let me rephrase that. Is it safe to leave some of my possessions with the troops while I assist the recon troops? With the ability to be a cloud and a friend who can fly and be invisible, it would seem we can do much for reconnaissance."

Oh Yeah, we kin watch yer stuff... no problem.

"Then lets get going. I am interested in seeing this wall"

You travel a good 4 hours before having the road turn and follow a tree line... soon you can hear the stream in among the trees. The Converted soldiers stop you as you reach the end of the tree line and see where the road turns and crosses a bridge over the  stream which is about two mens height across and looks moderately deep.  They hold you back behind the trees. The town is about a league away, but they will see you if you come out from behind these trees.

During their ride Herkimer is atypically silent. At one point he strikes up a muted conversation with Jaeleen but otherwise keeps to himself, deep in thought.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 260):

"Rascallion, have a quick fly over and let us know roughly what you see..."

The soldiers do a quick search of the area and then call you over to the trees, there is a small foot bridge made of two felled trees with soil filling the crack between them to make an 18" wide walkway over the 12-14 foot wide stream ... it's about 6 feet down to the water.
A simple DX +2 roll gets anyone across... no horses! and only one person at a time.

From the other side you can see the town from inside the wood line. Rascallion can fly from here without creating curiosity.

Everyone is so concerned about their trip. However Herkimer seems more interested in tutoring. Spats of fire erupt here and there but don't go speeding anywhere.

"Just like igniting a fire, and this time we are using the very stuff of magic to fuel the flames.... yes, hold the construst. Its slipping. good!! Yes just so! Excellent."

In reply to Thomas O'Leary (msg # 264):

"Oh, and Rascallion, I suggest you remain invisible the whole flight..." Tom suggests, almost as an afterthought.

She scans the other side where the wall is looking it over. "If we could get a wider bridge over that, it would be good"

At Chloe's request Herkimer stops the lesson and offers his unsolicited opinion.

"How quickly do you need such a brige m'lady? Given a few hours we could erect one of stone over this stream."

"It would have to be done so the people on the wall could not notice it. We should see how deep the water is if there is some. That ditch might be a way to get close to the wall"

In reply to Chloe (msg # 268):

There is a 12' wide stone bridge just past the end of the wood line... but in plain sight of the towns watch.

"Is there any reason why we would not stop here, m'lady, if we were trying to avoid being seen?"

Herkimer tugs at his chin and twirls his staff in his hand, idly.

"There is no reason why we cannot send out scouts to better scour the area, searching for information instead of trying to cross this stream here and now."

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 272):

"That certainly makes sense, Herkimer."

Tom seems to be trying to work out which way the wind is blowing, relative to the city. (ie towards, away or in some other direction) and whether there is a lot of cloud cover.
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Herkimer watches as Thomas is measuring the weather and sighs.

"Jaeleen, please observe. You are well on the way to becoming skilled enough to learn a very valuable skill. And since we are at it, please be mindful of the creatues around us. They often have hidden skills and talents that would greatly aide you when you are in need of them."

Herkimer hands his staff to the girl, entrusting her with it and its latent power within the powerstone, offering a word of caution not to be silly with it lest she give away their position.

Dusting off his robes he addresses Lady Chloe.
"M'Lady - I am prepared to fly ahead, my usual hawk guise, and ride the thermals overhead, looking for troops, movements and get a lay of the land. Direct my hand and I will move out."

She tries to keep out of sight "Yes, you mages go scout out the wall in disguise. We can't get any closer."

Nodding, Herkimer also passes along his bag, containing his and Ashlik's grimoire to Jaeleen. He moves his hands briefly and with a swooping wave of his hand jumps into the air and is replaced by a hawk, furiously pumping its wings and quickly gaining height through the foliage and away from the group.

Herkimer will ride some thermals upwards where possible and gain height that was easily out of bow shot for anyone who thought he might look like an easy meal, starting high up with his observations.

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 276):

Thomas will ask either Chloe of Jaeleen to hold his Grimoire, and slings. He will ask trustworthy to accompany him to upwind of the town, to facilitate scouting after dark is a cloud form. He anticipated having a closer look to identify where the leaders and those loyal to Brance may be found.

GM Posting for Wulfe

That’s not a good idea, it will take hours and hours we don’t intend to spend out here.

In reply to Wulfe The Pretty (msg # 278):

"True, but when the whole army is here their guard will be up and it will be much more difficult to scout. Perhaps most of you can leave, and I and maybe one or two others can stay overnight, and come in the morning then."

Let the mages scout, we can wait" she will hold anything she needs too.

Herkimer returns, silently, plummeting into the midst of the group before popping open his wings, right before slamming into the ground. Suddenly the hawk feathers drop from the body of the birth and the figure on the ground swirls and shoots up into the figure of Herkimer.

He reaches out to Jaeleen to recover his staff and bag of books. Being away from them was a reminder that the power of a mage is not far removed from the books of knowledge he references as he grows in power; not unlike a knight or priest.

"My scouting was fortuitous. These walls are thin. Two feet at the bottom? Maybe. Two mages, concealed under darkness could easily work magic to collapse the wall. If they were well versed in the spell. Now - the stables. About a quarter full with maybe sixty horses. Both soldier and, what would appear to be, local officials. Place seemed busy but in disrepair and with no regard to real defense. I believe they rely on appearances rather than actual aptitude. They do have numbers, and soldiers are set about, watching. In my scouting I noticed only one soldier taking note of my movement through the sky. Perhaps the others are just that dedicated to watching the ground and trees or they are not well disciplined. I would think, cautiously, that we can assume they are overly dedicated to watching for where they think the danger would come from.

How inclined his head slightly towards Lady Chloe and Wulfe at the conclusion of his report.

"Any idea of the number of men? Sixty horses means they are at least 60 riders but they are not all warriors. But there could be infantry, not all soldiers ride."

Herkimer shakes his head.

"The town was very busy, but estimating the number of guards? I could not do that in the limited time I was gone. There was bustling activity though it still apeared poor. Taxation until death. But differentiating between villager and soldier... I could not."

It would be better to be able to draw them out some how unless we can sneak in and kill the leaders."

In reply to Chloe (msg # 284):

"I believe at night I could create vipers in their beds...."

One of the Sergeants from Gruelik's cavalry says Well, when we left, there was just one squadron left here, maybe 50 men... no infantry, too slow. We out number them. An I think most would nay wanna fight their old comrades ...  so I say lets jus mosey on up and let ourselves in... if'n you mages can keep their mages quiet.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 286):

"I was thinking a sneaky infiltration during the night might do much to that end. If completely successful, it might just remove one or more of them, but even if it fails, it will make them a little paranoid and give them a very bad nights sleep, effectively reducing their strength before the battle even starts. After all, even if they wake when the vipers come, they will not sleep well after that...chasing at shadows."

The sergeant looks askance at O'Leary  What battle? There ain't gonna be a battle if you do your job of keepin' the mages in check ... we'll handle to soldiers easy enuff.

Wulfe nodded "Aye, if we can win this with minimal risk then it's worth doing it. Better to have them all surrender than to engage in some sneaky mission to assassinate people. If they do only have a single squadron left and the others are in a half-mind about which side they wish to be part of then maybe the best thing to do is simply assemble and walk up to the front door.

You Thomas, and Herkimer and Chloe can seek to keep their wizards in check and make sure they dont start burning the place down, or killing people.

It seems like this would be the most efficient way to end this. he said, slapping his leg at the thought of having a quick, bloodless victory.

In reply to Wulfe The Pretty (msg # 289):

Tom frowns.

"And how do you propose we keep the wizards in check once they see their troops deserting around them? I am proposing we keep them in check by attempting to assassinate them first, making them very tired even if we fail..."

"Well. I don't know about you, but I'd usually put a sword through their face" he said with a chuckle.

The sergeant Adds  You may have noticed that the wizards never choose to fight to their death ... yours? OK, Theirs? No way. Be careful if you are on the other side of the town, you could get trampled by the mages running away.

In reply to Wulfe The Pretty (msg # 291):

"So you would kill them as soon as possible, which is what I am proposing...I do not know I understand your objection."

"Much like the beak of a hawk, breaking the neck of a rabbit we should set up forces on either sides of the town. Flush out the mages into the waiting arrows of scouts and rangers while we pressure the attack. It's possible that we could do this in phases, one hour we head in and weaken the ground beneath the wall. While I do not want to place too much importance on Thomas and myself and Jaeleen, whom, to be frank dear you're little less than an energy source in this fight, could use a quick rest after we do so. Then we strike, as the wall crumbles, throwing fire to sow confusion. Also if we can free the hourses before hand, so they threaten to stampede that is one less tool the adversary have."

Or leave them in the stables without saddles ... it would take them half an hour to have anyone mounted ... if you drop he wall, we'd be holding the gates to the stable.

Herkimer rubs his chin and nods approvingly.

"Yes, this also would work. Unless this is a fort of elves I doubt they'd ride skillfully bareback."

Whether Herkimer was right or not on the subject was not as important as with the authority with which he made the comment. He was right, there was no question about it.

A fur number don' ride skillfull even wit a saddle an stirrups.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 297):

"So we are going to risk the mages turning on the people by NOT having an assassination attempt?"

"I think we should go after the mages so we can spare as much life as possible. So we should sneak in and maybe post some men at the other end of town to at least see if anyone escapes"

The Soldier shrugs, turns and leaves the group...

Do you know who they are?

"Smart kid."

Herkimer watches the soldier leave and shrugs.

"We'd not know for sure how many mages or their location without someone getting on in the inside. How much time do we have here?"

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 302):

"I can take the form of a cloud. Likely I would be visible in the day, but overnight not so, giving me a chance to slip in and observe, and perhaps reduce the number if the chance presents itself. That is what I am trying to suggest."

An no one asked the soldiers who came from there? The soldiers wanna just get in there an make it ours... they say the soldiers inside ain't a problem, 'cept for maybe a few ... so only the mages is a question ... an you all want another whole day to find out ifn' they is a threat? I think they already said that Gruelik was the big mage here and he's ded.

An wasn't time important?    she adds as an afterthought.

Herkimer turns to Jaeleen. Council to Lady Chloe was his realm. This new Thomas person, envoy of the dragons was already offering his opinion. But...but... he liked her guile. Reminded Herkimer of himself. And it's not like advice did a leader poorly, unless it was the only advice. Herkimer caught Jaeleen's eye and nodded approvingly, a smile upon his lips.

"M'lady, perhaps we can succeed in all ways. Reinforcements on the far side, soldiers who have taken up our cause with Wulfe turning the tide within and Thomas infiltrating the center, finding the mages and eradicating them. Should the plan fail confusion will be everywhere, except within our ranks, prepared for one of three outcomes. Complete Success, Complete Failure, Partial in any. Signals can be used, unique to the three approches to indicate failure and success and immediately alert the other groups to the overall progress. I say we wrap this up tonight."

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 306):

"You are suggesting move the troops in now, knowing they will arrive while it is still dark, while I create the confusion to do so with an assassination attempt? I can see that working."

Well it's early afternoon right now, although time is dragging on...

"Yes, I would say move at night. Thomas if you go in as a cloud, you can cause confusion but if you don't come out, we will not know what to expect or where to attack. But if you lack the energy, then lets send troops to the other side, you go in to attack and we other mage types go in the front door"

In reply to Chloe (msg # 309):

"That sounds fine. I will have Rascallion with me. "

Herkimer nods in acceptance of Lady Chloe's decree. Until that time however, he could continue to teach Jaeleen, which he saw to in earnest.

"Excellent ideas Jaeleen. Your skills in strategy belie your upbringing. A natural skill I'd say. Speaking of natural skill how is your work with your basic fire creation spell going? We should continue to work on that, as soon you shall be able to throw fire. A handy defense mechanism."

"So who will lead the men to the far side of the town? Then Thomas can enter the town. The rest of us need to get as close as possible so we can rush a gate or a hole in the wall." she looks at Thomas "So where in the wall would be good to go though? We might want cover but we don't to be trapped"

In reply to Chloe (msg # 312):

"That might depend on where the leaders are, which I don't know yet."

The soldiers stand around as you debate how to do the job, some stretch out in the shade to nap.

"So Thomas, did you want to go back in and try to find them and come back or do you have the energy for that?"

In reply to Chloe (msg # 315):

"I have not been in yet, only Rasallion has. I would like to wait until dark before I even try, and from upwind. But we can send for the rest of the army to come now and surround the place. It should be night by the time they get here, and if late enough, I can scout first, then recover my strength to go in again when the troops arrive. My attempt will work best if the mages still sleep though."

Fighten in the dark ain’t smart; ya en’ up hurtin’ yer own in  ‘a confusion.
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In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 317):

"Oh, I expect to fight at first light. But to disturb them in the dark, scouting and creating confusion to allow our men to move into position, hopefully unnoticed."

the guards ain't that bad... an you make a ruckus in the town and all o' em 'll be up and armed.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 319):

"True, but they will be looking inside mainly, after an initial glance outside. The power of distraction...it just might be enough to enable you to talk with some near the gates without interference from higher, more troublesome officers who will be hunting me!"

The Senior Cavalryman from the recently turned unit comes over and hears Tom's comments
They ain't that stupid... they will man the walls, form a reinforcement team, maybe two and go look for the trouble maker... We should just walked up an forced our way in if need be... not all this sneaky stuff... Remember, I was a part of that defense two days ago. But you do whatever ... I jus don' think it's smart.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 321):

"You may be right. I am a specialist at sneaky stuff and well as Strategy, whilst your specialty if in more direct methods, so naturally we both favour what we are familiar with. Chloe or Wulfe can decide then..."

Wulfe had listened to enough "Thomas, you may be capable at the darker skills of the night and I think we'll need that when dealing with BRance directly, but here as the cavalry man says it's not likely we'll need to do it.

We outnumber them, and given the recent turn of events over the past few days it would seem that none are too willing to put themselves back to the Yrth for their bastard mages. Lets give them the opportunity to turn without feeling threatened enough to arm up at some unknown force they think is trying to kill them.

Lets see if they turn over their mages. If not, you and Herkimer can do what you will to remove any of his threat and we'll worth together to make sure they cause no more trouble. he said and then nodded to the sergeants signalling that they should form up the group and move as oriignally stated.

"The time for your skills will be upon us soon, I have no doubt. From what we know Brance keeps a rather powerful wizard in his entourage - and we may not wish a direct conflict with her. At the very least we'd need to find information about her

After the deliberation, Wulfe stood, looked over to the village, grinned and then called out "Lets go"

The troops gather themselves and start to get ready to move...  You talked about dropping the wall, are you doing that?

"OK, lets do it. Thomas goes in, We send the cavalry to the other side and Herkimer and I will try to bring down the wall to let the troops in.

Gruelik's old cavalry leads the way, causing  little concern from the town guard ... but as more and more troops appear, the horns sound ... it would seem they are confused, even more when the lead cavalry waves in the towns direction.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 326):

What time of day is it, and what are prevailing wind and cloud conditions? Thomas will head upwind.

The wind is out of the southwest ... as before, it is mid to late afternoon.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 328):

Are all the troops here? If not, how far away are they?

Herkimer stays with Chloe and calls out over the din of all the moving troops.

"We'll need some time and protection if we're to help get a wall down. This stuff isn't great at a large distance."

In reply to Thomas O'Leary (msg # 329):

All are here.

As the Cavalry approaches the Gate, a small door opens and a few men come out to talk with the head of the cavalry. There is some back and forth, a little bit of pointing and gesticulating and two of the men go back inside. Shortly the gates open and the cavalry start marching in...

Where are or Leaders and Mages?

Herkimer would be near Lady Chloe. Jaeleen would be by his side unless she had seriously protested to stay back.

Wulfe halted Herkimer "Lets see what they say before we start breaking down walls, eh? Also, lets see if we can capture this wizard. He might have knowledge about Brance that we can use. and then he grinned before mounting his horse and riding out to the front of the line, between their forces and the village gate.

"I am Wulfe and we are here to reclaim the town for its people and the King. The commander of this force, the wizard, will be captured and taken prisoner and then we move to remove Brance from his position of power.

Too many people have suffered because of Brance and the cruelty of his wizards and those here are of similar mind. he called out to the gate and then paused a moment to let them think amoment before he called oout agian, loudly so everyone around can here.

"We will take the wizard, and free the village of Brance's hold. You can stand with us or against us. But as you can see, those that choose to be free of Brance's hold, stand behind me, unharmed and willing.

In reply to Wulfe The Pretty (msg # 334):

Actually by they time you start this speech, the cavalry have entered and your guys are marching in, soon to be followed by the men of the stone.  When you come in, the Old Cavalry sergeant will wave from the side and call you over to speak with another crusty old soldier.

This here's Arn, he runs this Troop o' Cav.... I tol' 'im you 'd be offerin' him the same deal as we got, Right?

Wulfe rode in and then looked down at the man he'd been introduced to.

"Well, I guess that depends on what you've done... and what you aim to do in reparation of it. he said attempting levity.

"Stand with us against brance, turn over your commanders and everything will be done soon. I'm allowing no more of Oakwood to be damaged by some lord's ambition and the sadism of those he chooses to enforce his position.

I offer the better life, and real chance for honour. Anyone that wishes that can join. The rest are part of the problem. he said in a matter of fact way.

At's sorta Blunt ... but Garat said you wasn't beaten roun' da bush ... None a us are happy with what we been pushed inta, and the big mages ha' all gone out ta fight ... you I'd guess.  Ashlik and Gruelik was them, just a stupid little kid left here, down in the chancery trying ta open the treasure room and take the money an' grimoires he thinks is there.