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Post by DM on Jul 30, 2016 13:08:38 GMT -8
Argon "DRINK DRINK DRINK DRINK!!!" the men yell. Shitter finishes off another horn and motions for another. He chugs it down and then wipes the ale off of his beard. The crowd cheers around them. The night sky is lit up with bonfires. Men and women cheer, fight, fuck, drink, and eat. Argon sits at the end of a broken table, being held up by charred books in one place as opposed to a leg. He eats cooked chicken and drinks mead. The bandits of the Westwood fashioned him a makeshift crown out of metal. It sits heavy on his head, but somehow feels just right. Bearclaw approaches the table. "My king." he says gruffly, "They seem to like you, more than they liked Pate at least. I think it's about time you make an announcement. You should give us a new name as well, Clan Bluebeard doesn't seem appropriate any more."
Edwyn They sit atop their horses shortly outside the town, hidden by the brush and trees. The moon paints a bright light on the town. Edwyn can see smoke and lights towering from the center of the town. A single torch moves atop the walls. The gates of the town slowly open and three men come out, two dragging a body and a third holding something round in his hands. They leave the body in the middle of the road and one of the men spit on it. He can hear the men laughing. Edwyn can make the round object to be a head, with an oddly colored blue beard. The third man begins air humping at the head and looking at his companions. They all laugh and he throws the head into the brush, yelling "Bastard..." Jon whispers, "We should move while the gates are open, ser."
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Post by Argon Tuldon on Jul 30, 2016 13:15:26 GMT -8
Argon
"DRINK DRINK DRINK DRINK!!!" the men yell. Shitter finishes off another horn and motions for another. He chugs it down and then wipes the ale off of his beard. The crowd cheers around them. The night sky is lit up with bonfires. Men and women cheer, fight, fuck, drink, and eat. Argon sits at the end of a broken table, being held up by charred books in one place as opposed to a leg. He eats cooked chicken and drinks mead. The bandits of the Westwood fashioned him a makeshift crown out of metal. It sits heavy on his head, but somehow feels just right. Bearclaw approaches the table. "My king." he says gruffly, "They seem to like you, more than they liked Pate at least. I think it's about time you make an announcement. You should give us a new name as well, Clan Bluebeard doesn't seem appropriate any more." Edwyn
They sit atop their horses shortly outside the town, hidden by the brush and trees. The moon paints a bright light on the town. Edwyn can see smoke and lights towering from the center of the town. A single torch moves atop the walls. The gates of the town slowly open and three men come out, two dragging a body and a third holding something round in his hands. They leave the body in the middle of the road and one of the men spit on it. He can hear the men laughing. Edwyn can make the round object to be a head, with an oddly colored blue beard. The third man begins air humping at the head and looking at his companions. They all laugh and he throws the head into the brush, yelling "Bastard..." Jon whispers, "We should move while the gates are open, ser." He finishes off his mead and stands up, “Aye summon the men for the announcement."
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Post by DM on Jul 30, 2016 13:18:23 GMT -8
Argon
"DRINK DRINK DRINK DRINK!!!" the men yell. Shitter finishes off another horn and motions for another. He chugs it down and then wipes the ale off of his beard. The crowd cheers around them. The night sky is lit up with bonfires. Men and women cheer, fight, fuck, drink, and eat. Argon sits at the end of a broken table, being held up by charred books in one place as opposed to a leg. He eats cooked chicken and drinks mead. The bandits of the Westwood fashioned him a makeshift crown out of metal. It sits heavy on his head, but somehow feels just right. Bearclaw approaches the table. "My king." he says gruffly, "They seem to like you, more than they liked Pate at least. I think it's about time you make an announcement. You should give us a new name as well, Clan Bluebeard doesn't seem appropriate any more." Edwyn
They sit atop their horses shortly outside the town, hidden by the brush and trees. The moon paints a bright light on the town. Edwyn can see smoke and lights towering from the center of the town. A single torch moves atop the walls. The gates of the town slowly open and three men come out, two dragging a body and a third holding something round in his hands. They leave the body in the middle of the road and one of the men spit on it. He can hear the men laughing. Edwyn can make the round object to be a head, with an oddly colored blue beard. The third man begins air humping at the head and looking at his companions. They all laugh and he throws the head into the brush, yelling "Bastard..." Jon whispers, "We should move while the gates are open, ser." He finishes off his mead and stands up, “Aye summon the men for the announcement." Bearclaw grabs a metal bucket and pulls a dagger from his belt. He begins pounding the pommel against the side of the bucket, emitting a loud metallic clang noise. People begin to turn their attention towards the sound, Snake stumbles out of a burned down house, with two women following behind him giggling. Shitter finishes off another horn and throws it to the ground, then turns his attention to Argon. "LISTEN UP!" Bearclaw roars, "THE KING IS SPEAKING!"
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on Jul 30, 2016 13:29:13 GMT -8
Argon
"DRINK DRINK DRINK DRINK!!!" the men yell. Shitter finishes off another horn and motions for another. He chugs it down and then wipes the ale off of his beard. The crowd cheers around them. The night sky is lit up with bonfires. Men and women cheer, fight, fuck, drink, and eat. Argon sits at the end of a broken table, being held up by charred books in one place as opposed to a leg. He eats cooked chicken and drinks mead. The bandits of the Westwood fashioned him a makeshift crown out of metal. It sits heavy on his head, but somehow feels just right. Bearclaw approaches the table. "My king." he says gruffly, "They seem to like you, more than they liked Pate at least. I think it's about time you make an announcement. You should give us a new name as well, Clan Bluebeard doesn't seem appropriate any more." Edwyn
They sit atop their horses shortly outside the town, hidden by the brush and trees. The moon paints a bright light on the town. Edwyn can see smoke and lights towering from the center of the town. A single torch moves atop the walls. The gates of the town slowly open and three men come out, two dragging a body and a third holding something round in his hands. They leave the body in the middle of the road and one of the men spit on it. He can hear the men laughing. Edwyn can make the round object to be a head, with an oddly colored blue beard. The third man begins air humping at the head and looking at his companions. They all laugh and he throws the head into the brush, yelling "Bastard..." Jon whispers, "We should move while the gates are open, ser." "Agreed... These disgusting savages - I want their leader's head on a pike..." Edwyn mutters. He then turns to his men to give his orders. "Alright men, listen up! We have the element of surprise, so let's use it. We'll ride through the gate and dismount, then form a phalanx to move through the town, and cut them down. They should fall to our blades like wheat to a scythe! We slaughter as many of the bastards as we can, and break up if we need to. I want men covering the flanks at all times, and keep that shield wall tighter than a Crownlands barmaid, you hear?" With that, he rallies his soldiers, shouting "Men, tonight we fight for peace, justice, and for all the poor souls who died in this godsforsaken city! Leave not one of these degenerates standing! Chaaarge!", and then with a savage kick of his heel, he leads his men on horseback through the gates of the town, looking for and bandits to cut down on the way.
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Post by DM on Jul 30, 2016 13:33:26 GMT -8
Argon
"DRINK DRINK DRINK DRINK!!!" the men yell. Shitter finishes off another horn and motions for another. He chugs it down and then wipes the ale off of his beard. The crowd cheers around them. The night sky is lit up with bonfires. Men and women cheer, fight, fuck, drink, and eat. Argon sits at the end of a broken table, being held up by charred books in one place as opposed to a leg. He eats cooked chicken and drinks mead. The bandits of the Westwood fashioned him a makeshift crown out of metal. It sits heavy on his head, but somehow feels just right. Bearclaw approaches the table. "My king." he says gruffly, "They seem to like you, more than they liked Pate at least. I think it's about time you make an announcement. You should give us a new name as well, Clan Bluebeard doesn't seem appropriate any more." Edwyn
They sit atop their horses shortly outside the town, hidden by the brush and trees. The moon paints a bright light on the town. Edwyn can see smoke and lights towering from the center of the town. A single torch moves atop the walls. The gates of the town slowly open and three men come out, two dragging a body and a third holding something round in his hands. They leave the body in the middle of the road and one of the men spit on it. He can hear the men laughing. Edwyn can make the round object to be a head, with an oddly colored blue beard. The third man begins air humping at the head and looking at his companions. They all laugh and he throws the head into the brush, yelling "Bastard..." Jon whispers, "We should move while the gates are open, ser." "Agreed... These disgusting savages - I want their leader's head on a pike..." Edwyn mutters. He then turns to his men to give his orders. "Alright men, listen up! We have the element of surprise, so let's use it. We'll ride through the gate and dismount, then form a phalanx to move through the town, and cut them down. They should fall to our blades like wheat to a scythe! We slaughter as many of the bastards as we can, and break up if we need to. I want men covering the flanks at all times, and keep that shield wall tighter than a Crownlands barmaid, you hear?" With that, he rallies his soldiers, shouting "Men, tonight we fight for peace, justice, and for all the poor souls who died in this godsforsaken city! Leave not one of these degenerates standing! Chaaarge!", and then with a savage kick of his heel, he leads his men on horseback through the gates of the town, looking for and bandits to cut down on the way. With Jon and Edric by his side, and Lord Perk and his men following closely behind, they charge the three men outside the walls, the one in front turns to Edwyn, attempting to pull a sword from his belt.
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on Jul 30, 2016 13:36:20 GMT -8
"Agreed... These disgusting savages - I want their leader's head on a pike..." Edwyn mutters. He then turns to his men to give his orders. "Alright men, listen up! We have the element of surprise, so let's use it. We'll ride through the gate and dismount, then form a phalanx to move through the town, and cut them down. They should fall to our blades like wheat to a scythe! We slaughter as many of the bastards as we can, and break up if we need to. I want men covering the flanks at all times, and keep that shield wall tighter than a Crownlands barmaid, you hear?" With that, he rallies his soldiers, shouting "Men, tonight we fight for peace, justice, and for all the poor souls who died in this godsforsaken city! Leave not one of these degenerates standing! Chaaarge!", and then with a savage kick of his heel, he leads his men on horseback through the gates of the town, looking for and bandits to cut down on the way. With Jon and Edric by his side, and Lord Perk and his men following closely behind, they charge the three men outside the walls, the one in front turns to Edwyn, attempting to pull a sword from his belt. Edwyn rides left of the man, gritting his teeth and holding his sword out to slash him in the upper torso as he rides past.
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Post by Argon Tuldon on Jul 30, 2016 13:42:30 GMT -8
He finishes off his mead and stands up, “Aye summon the men for the announcement." Bearclaw grabs a metal bucket and pulls a dagger from his belt. He begins pounding the pommel against the side of the bucket, emitting a loud metallic clang noise. People begin to turn their attention towards the sound, Snake stumbles out of a burned down house, with two women following behind him giggling. Shitter finishes off another horn and throws it to the ground, then turns his attention to Argon. "LISTEN UP!" Bearclaw roars, "THE KING IS SPEAKING!" “MEN TONIGHT IS A GLORIOUS NIGHT, THE OLD RULE IS OVER, OUR ROAD TO GLORY BEGINS TONIGHT, WITH OUR NEW VISIONS I GIVE A NEW NAME TO US. THE MEN OF IRON, WE WILL NOT BEND, WE WILL NOT BREAK WE WILL CRUSH ANY OPPOSITION WITHOUT MERCY." He slams the table “LONG LIVE THE MEN OF IRON!"
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Post by DM on Jul 30, 2016 13:43:49 GMT -8
With Jon and Edric by his side, and Lord Perk and his men following closely behind, they charge the three men outside the walls, the one in front turns to Edwyn, attempting to pull a sword from his belt. Edwyn rides left of the man, gritting his teeth and holding his sword out to slash him in the upper torso as he rides past. His blade runs through the man like butter. He rides past after having rode him down and rides through the town gates, his men following closely behind.
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Post by DM on Jul 30, 2016 13:46:41 GMT -8
Bearclaw grabs a metal bucket and pulls a dagger from his belt. He begins pounding the pommel against the side of the bucket, emitting a loud metallic clang noise. People begin to turn their attention towards the sound, Snake stumbles out of a burned down house, with two women following behind him giggling. Shitter finishes off another horn and throws it to the ground, then turns his attention to Argon. "LISTEN UP!" Bearclaw roars, "THE KING IS SPEAKING!" “MEN TONIGHT IS A GLORIOUS NIGHT, THE OLD RULE IS OVER, OUR ROAD TO GLORY BEGINS TONIGHT, WITH OUR NEW VISIONS I GIVE A NEW NAME TO US. THE MEN OF IRON, WE WILL NOT BEND, WE WILL NOT BREAK WE WILL CRUSH ANY OPPOSITION WITHOUT MERCY." He slams the table “LONG LIVE THE MEN OF IRON!" "LONG LIVE THE MEN OF IRON!" everyone shouts back at him. They return to drinking and celebrating. Snake approaches Argon, "I've got a gift for you, I'm going to go take a pith, and i'll come back with it. I think you'll be very apprethiative of it." he stumbles down the road away from the town square. Bearclaw stands tall beside Argon, "The men of iron... It is a good name. It will strike fear in the hearts of our opponents."
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on Jul 30, 2016 13:47:30 GMT -8
Edwyn rides left of the man, gritting his teeth and holding his sword out to slash him in the upper torso as he rides past. His blade runs through the man like butter. He rides past after having rode him down and rides through the town gates, his men following closely behind. Edwyn rears his horse, and dismounts, quickly wiping the blood off his sword. "Phalanx, now!" he barks, moving to a frontal position in the formation. "Several rows if you have to, pikes and spears in back, support the front rows and move forward!"
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Post by DM on Jul 30, 2016 13:53:31 GMT -8
His blade runs through the man like butter. He rides past after having rode him down and rides through the town gates, his men following closely behind. Edwyn rears his horse, and dismounts, quickly wiping the blood off his sword. "Phalanx, now!" he barks, moving to a frontal position in the formation. "Several rows if you have to, pikes and spears in back, support the front rows and move forward!" They stack up in a phalanx position and move down the street, stepping over various pieces of trash, junk and corpses. As they move down the dark street, they don't see much movement or anything. As they get closer to the town square however, they can smell food and hear many voices. They can't yet see the square however. Suddenly they hear a loud horn go off, like an alarm. "There goes our surprise..." Jon mutters.
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on Jul 30, 2016 13:57:39 GMT -8
Edwyn rears his horse, and dismounts, quickly wiping the blood off his sword. "Phalanx, now!" he barks, moving to a frontal position in the formation. "Several rows if you have to, pikes and spears in back, support the front rows and move forward!" They stack up in a phalanx position and move down the street, stepping over various pieces of trash, junk and corpses. As they move down the dark street, they don't see much movement or anything. As they get closer to the town square however, they can smell food and hear many voices. They can't yet see the square however. Suddenly they hear a loud horn go off, like an alarm. "There goes our surprise..." Jon mutters. "Stay together!" Jon assures them, "Even with a warning, as late as it is, they won't be as ready as we are!" He gives a quick check of his men as he walks before barking, "Hold formation, keep the fucking flanks covered, and don't stop moving until we're on them!"
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Post by Argon Tuldon on Jul 30, 2016 14:12:41 GMT -8
“MEN TONIGHT IS A GLORIOUS NIGHT, THE OLD RULE IS OVER, OUR ROAD TO GLORY BEGINS TONIGHT, WITH OUR NEW VISIONS I GIVE A NEW NAME TO US. THE MEN OF IRON, WE WILL NOT BEND, WE WILL NOT BREAK WE WILL CRUSH ANY OPPOSITION WITHOUT MERCY." He slams the table “LONG LIVE THE MEN OF IRON!" "LONG LIVE THE MEN OF IRON!" everyone shouts back at him. They return to drinking and celebrating. Snake approaches Argon, "I've got a gift for you, I'm going to go take a pith, and i'll come back with it. I think you'll be very apprethiative of it." he stumbles down the road away from the town square. Bearclaw stands tall beside Argon, "The men of iron... It is a good name. It will strike fear in the hearts of our opponents." “Seemed appropriate seeing as you know" hw waggles his armored hand. “Ya know." He chuckles. “I think we should begin training tomorrow, these men fight well but some order would do nicely."
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Post by DM on Jul 30, 2016 14:19:24 GMT -8
"LONG LIVE THE MEN OF IRON!" everyone shouts back at him. They return to drinking and celebrating. Snake approaches Argon, "I've got a gift for you, I'm going to go take a pith, and i'll come back with it. I think you'll be very apprethiative of it." he stumbles down the road away from the town square. Bearclaw stands tall beside Argon, "The men of iron... It is a good name. It will strike fear in the hearts of our opponents." “Seemed appropriate seeing as you know" hw waggles his armored hand. “Ya know." He chuckles. “I think we should begin training tomorrow, these men fight well but some order would do nicely." "They do fight well." he acknowledges. Before he can finish his thought, the warning horn is blow. Everybody seems to know what it means and they scramble to get armed. Shitter and Bearclaw go into a ruined house and come back out with a long crate filled with weapons. They smash it and the weapons scatter in the dirt. The men of iron begin arming up and they look towards Argon for guidance.
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Post by DM on Jul 30, 2016 14:21:05 GMT -8
They stack up in a phalanx position and move down the street, stepping over various pieces of trash, junk and corpses. As they move down the dark street, they don't see much movement or anything. As they get closer to the town square however, they can smell food and hear many voices. They can't yet see the square however. Suddenly they hear a loud horn go off, like an alarm. "There goes our surprise..." Jon mutters. "Stay together!" Jon assures them, "Even with a warning, as late as it is, they won't be as ready as we are!" He gives a quick check of his men as he walks before barking, "Hold formation, keep the fucking flanks covered, and don't stop moving until we're on them!" Edwyn sees a shape stumbling down the road, seemingly oblivious to the warning horn and the phalanx moving towards him. He turns his back to the soldiers and begins pissing on the remains of a house. "Oh.... oh..... oh!" he groans, "That burnth.... thit." he curses to himself.
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