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Post by DM on Jul 16, 2016 12:17:47 GMT -8
"Yeah.. avoid the forests, they are crawling with bandits. Lord Tymber is a gruff old man, stubborn, but he'll see to reason. Let's hope you get there before the southerners." "Agreed. In that case, I bid you farewell, my lord." Edwyn says. The two mount up and ride out. By the time he and Edric get to the outskirts of town,a force of twenty men is awaiting them. The outskirts, also the site of the battle, isn't a pretty sight. The mud is covered in horse tracks, and boots. Enemy corpses are being stacked into piles for burning, while friendly corpses are being set aside for burial. The corpses not yet touched by soldiers are strewn about the battlefield, blood and gore marking their places. The smell of the battlefield is the worst part, a combination of shit, blood, rotten meat, and now burning flesh. Edwyn can hear Edric gag as they get close. The man in charge of Edwyn's guard force rides to meet them. "Ser Edwyn Ryswell. I am Jon Forrester, an honor to meet you. I will be accompanying you to Tarfield."
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on Jul 16, 2016 12:41:52 GMT -8
"Agreed. In that case, I bid you farewell, my lord." Edwyn says. The two mount up and ride out. By the time he and Edric get to the outskirts of town,a force of twenty men is awaiting them. The outskirts, also the site of the battle, isn't a pretty sight. The mud is covered in horse tracks, and boots. Enemy corpses are being stacked into piles for burning, while friendly corpses are being set aside for burial. The corpses not yet touched by soldiers are strewn about the battlefield, blood and gore marking their places. The smell of the battlefield is the worst part, a combination of shit, blood, rotten meat, and now burning flesh. Edwyn can hear Edric gag as they get close. The man in charge of Edwyn's guard force rides to meet them. "Ser Edwyn Ryswell. I am Jon Forrester, an honor to meet you. I will be accompanying you to Tarfield." "A pleasure." Edwyn replies. "You're in charge of this lot?"
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Post by DM on Jul 16, 2016 12:48:57 GMT -8
The two mount up and ride out. By the time he and Edric get to the outskirts of town,a force of twenty men is awaiting them. The outskirts, also the site of the battle, isn't a pretty sight. The mud is covered in horse tracks, and boots. Enemy corpses are being stacked into piles for burning, while friendly corpses are being set aside for burial. The corpses not yet touched by soldiers are strewn about the battlefield, blood and gore marking their places. The smell of the battlefield is the worst part, a combination of shit, blood, rotten meat, and now burning flesh. Edwyn can hear Edric gag as they get close. The man in charge of Edwyn's guard force rides to meet them. "Ser Edwyn Ryswell. I am Jon Forrester, an honor to meet you. I will be accompanying you to Tarfield." "A pleasure." Edwyn replies. "You're in charge of this lot?" "Aye that I am, ser." he says with a grin, he has cropped red hair and a clean shaven face, a long scar goes down the left side of his face. "We're ready to depart whenever you are ser."
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on Jul 16, 2016 13:05:36 GMT -8
"A pleasure." Edwyn replies. "You're in charge of this lot?" "Aye that I am, ser." he says with a grin, he has cropped red hair and a clean shaven face, a long scar goes down the left side of his face. "We're ready to depart whenever you are ser." "Excellent. Thank you, mister Forrester. We'll be riding for Tarfield, hopefully with as few stops as possible. Tell the men to saddle up, and we'll be off." Edwyn orders, and with that, he climbs on his horse and rides for Tarfield.
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Post by DM on Jul 16, 2016 13:14:09 GMT -8
"Aye that I am, ser." he says with a grin, he has cropped red hair and a clean shaven face, a long scar goes down the left side of his face. "We're ready to depart whenever you are ser." "Excellent. Thank you, mister Forrester. We'll be riding for Tarfield, hopefully with as few stops as possible. Tell the men to saddle up, and we'll be off." Edwyn orders, and with that, he climbs on his horse and rides for Tarfield. They ride down the road from Three Streams, through the battlefield and corpses. After about half a day's ride, they can see the inn at the crossroads, the banner of Akrivea flies high above the main inn. Edwyn can see a few soldiers outside the inn, and based off of the amount of horses in the stable and the lack of a camp, there can't be more than 15-25 men. Edwyn has a choice to make, either go through the crossroads and battle the Caswell forces, or cut through the bandit filled forests.
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on Jul 16, 2016 13:41:58 GMT -8
"Excellent. Thank you, mister Forrester. We'll be riding for Tarfield, hopefully with as few stops as possible. Tell the men to saddle up, and we'll be off." Edwyn orders, and with that, he climbs on his horse and rides for Tarfield. They ride down the road from Three Streams, through the battlefield and corpses. After about half a day's ride, they can see the inn at the crossroads, the banner of Akrivea flies high above the main inn. Edwyn can see a few soldiers outside the inn, and based off of the amount of horses in the stable and the lack of a camp, there can't be more than 15-25 men. Edwyn has a choice to make, either go through the crossroads and battle the Caswell forces, or cut through the bandit filled forests. "Alright men, look sharp." Edwyn announces, "Those Caswell bastards are at the inn, and that's the only road to Tarfield, so they leave us no choice. Shields up, helmets on, and prepare yourselves. We'll try to take them by surprise."
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Post by DM on Jul 16, 2016 15:22:09 GMT -8
They ride down the road from Three Streams, through the battlefield and corpses. After about half a day's ride, they can see the inn at the crossroads, the banner of Akrivea flies high above the main inn. Edwyn can see a few soldiers outside the inn, and based off of the amount of horses in the stable and the lack of a camp, there can't be more than 15-25 men. Edwyn has a choice to make, either go through the crossroads and battle the Caswell forces, or cut through the bandit filled forests. "Alright men, look sharp." Edwyn announces, "Those Caswell bastards are at the inn, and that's the only road to Tarfield, so they leave us no choice. Shields up, helmets on, and prepare yourselves. We'll try to take them by surprise." "You heard him, men!" Jon shouts, he unsheathes his sword, and so do the men. Edric unholsters his spear from his saddle and brandishes it."Waiting on your command, ser." Jon says to Edwyn.
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on Jul 16, 2016 15:25:07 GMT -8
"Alright men, look sharp." Edwyn announces, "Those Caswell bastards are at the inn, and that's the only road to Tarfield, so they leave us no choice. Shields up, helmets on, and prepare yourselves. We'll try to take them by surprise." "You heard him, men!" Jon shouts, he unsheathes his sword, and so do the men. Edric unholsters his spear from his saddle and brandishes it."Waiting on your command, ser." Jon says to Edwyn. "Alright men, hopefully these traitors aren't prepared for a fight. Let's hope for drunk." He jokes. "We'll ride on the ones outside and cut them down, quick and clean; Then we slaughter the rest as they leave the tavern. Ready your arms, and charge!" He calls, and follows as his men ride on the soldiers outside the tavern."
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Post by DM on Jul 16, 2016 15:38:56 GMT -8
"You heard him, men!" Jon shouts, he unsheathes his sword, and so do the men. Edric unholsters his spear from his saddle and brandishes it."Waiting on your command, ser." Jon says to Edwyn. "Alright men, hopefully these traitors aren't prepared for a fight. Let's hope for drunk." He jokes. "We'll ride on the ones outside and cut them down, quick and clean; Then we slaughter the rest as they leave the tavern. Ready your arms, and charge!" He calls, and follows as his men ride on the soldiers outside the tavern." One man is walking back to the tavern, a mug of ale in hand. Jon rides him down, cutting him open from shoulder to torso with a single swing. Another man in Edwyn's path turns his attention to Jon's horse, who is in front of him now.
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on Jul 16, 2016 15:40:30 GMT -8
"Alright men, hopefully these traitors aren't prepared for a fight. Let's hope for drunk." He jokes. "We'll ride on the ones outside and cut them down, quick and clean; Then we slaughter the rest as they leave the tavern. Ready your arms, and charge!" He calls, and follows as his men ride on the soldiers outside the tavern." One man is walking back to the tavern, a mug of ale in hand. Jon rides him down, cutting him open from shoulder to torso with a single swing. Another man in Edwyn's path turns his attention to Jon's horse, who is in front of him now. Edwyn's horse gallops toward the man, sword out, and Edwyn attempts to cut him down as he rides past.
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Post by DM on Jul 16, 2016 15:49:00 GMT -8
One man is walking back to the tavern, a mug of ale in hand. Jon rides him down, cutting him open from shoulder to torso with a single swing. Another man in Edwyn's path turns his attention to Jon's horse, who is in front of him now. Edwyn's horse gallops toward the man, sword out, and Edwyn attempts to cut him down as he rides past. The man turns around towards Edwyn at the last second, and the blade connects with his face, it rips through the side of his mouth and cuts open his cheek, all the way through the back of his head. He is thrown to the ground with the force of the swing. The last soldier outside attempts to run inside to warn his allies, he almost makes it to the door, but Edric comes from his flank, running him through with the spear, he drags him a couple feet before he slides off of the end of the spear. Jon dismounts outside the inn, "It's gonna be cramped in there, I say we bring seven other men inside, including your squire and you."
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on Jul 16, 2016 16:22:44 GMT -8
Edwyn's horse gallops toward the man, sword out, and Edwyn attempts to cut him down as he rides past. The man turns around towards Edwyn at the last second, and the blade connects with his face, it rips through the side of his mouth and cuts open his cheek, all the way through the back of his head. He is thrown to the ground with the force of the swing. The last soldier outside attempts to run inside to warn his allies, he almost makes it to the door, but Edric comes from his flank, running him through with the spear, he drags him a couple feet before he slides off of the end of the spear. Jon dismounts outside the inn, "It's gonna be cramped in there, I say we bring seven other men inside, including your squire and you." Edwyn dismounts his horse, and ties it to a post. Readying his sword and his shield, he calls out "Let's be cautious men. No need to die here today." He motions for a couple men to follow him, and then approaches the door, and when his men are with him, he kicks it down, looking around for a target to attack, or defending himself if necessary.
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Post by DM on Jul 16, 2016 16:31:11 GMT -8
The man turns around towards Edwyn at the last second, and the blade connects with his face, it rips through the side of his mouth and cuts open his cheek, all the way through the back of his head. He is thrown to the ground with the force of the swing. The last soldier outside attempts to run inside to warn his allies, he almost makes it to the door, but Edric comes from his flank, running him through with the spear, he drags him a couple feet before he slides off of the end of the spear. Jon dismounts outside the inn, "It's gonna be cramped in there, I say we bring seven other men inside, including your squire and you." Edwyn dismounts his horse, and ties it to a post. Readying his sword and his shield, he calls out "Let's be cautious men. No need to die here today." He motions for a couple men to follow him, and then approaches the door, and when his men are with him, he kicks it down, looking around for a target to attack, or defending himself if necessary. He kicks in the door and the first man he sees sits across from the door on a bench, with his hand around a badly bruised, and scared looking woman. He stands up and grabs a knife from the table, but is shot in the chest with a crossbow bolt, and lands back on the seat. They enter the inn and and Caswell soldiers grab their weapons from nearby. A soldier throws a bottle at Edwyn, and it smashes against his breastplate. He then charges him with a shortsword
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on Jul 16, 2016 16:35:13 GMT -8
Edwyn dismounts his horse, and ties it to a post. Readying his sword and his shield, he calls out "Let's be cautious men. No need to die here today." He motions for a couple men to follow him, and then approaches the door, and when his men are with him, he kicks it down, looking around for a target to attack, or defending himself if necessary. He kicks in the door and the first man he sees sits across from the door on a bench, with his hand around a badly bruised, and scared looking woman. He stands up and grabs a knife from the table, but is shot in the chest with a crossbow bolt, and lands back on the seat. They enter the inn and and Caswell soldiers grab their weapons from nearby. A soldier throws a bottle at Edwyn, and it smashes against his breastplate. He then charges him with a shortsword Edwyn braces himself as the man charges, and attempts to shield bash the man with all his might as he draws near.
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Post by DM on Jul 16, 2016 16:50:36 GMT -8
He kicks in the door and the first man he sees sits across from the door on a bench, with his hand around a badly bruised, and scared looking woman. He stands up and grabs a knife from the table, but is shot in the chest with a crossbow bolt, and lands back on the seat. They enter the inn and and Caswell soldiers grab their weapons from nearby. A soldier throws a bottle at Edwyn, and it smashes against his breastplate. He then charges him with a shortsword Edwyn braces himself as the man charges, and attempts to shield bash the man with all his might as he draws near. The man stops himself before he gets too close and Edwyn smashes him under the chin with his shield. He recoils and takes two drunken steps backwards.
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