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12.03.11 - Battle with Undead - </b></font><font size="2"><b>''What's that coming over the hill ?''
 
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The citizens of Alebad awoke to the quiet sound of distant bells ringing in through their windows and brooding black smoke on the horizon, steadily but quickly shutting out the sky and drifting towards the city. The gleaming white stone of the city turned dull as the hordes of panicked peasants started rushing into the city. They quickly shouted of monsters and evil attacking the outlying villages, burning their houses and killing all who tried stop the onslaught. The distant bells now fell silent as more peasants rushed in through the city gate with terrified looks on their faces, as if dogs were at their heels.<br />
 
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Boen and his archers mounted the walls with the rest of the defenders of the city of Alebad, waiting for this evil to come. The gate was shut and someone cried ''Whats that coming over the hill ! is it a monster ?''<br />
 
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A band of undead pelted with impossible speed towards the city, they rushed across the plains screaming without fear or pain, straight into the range of the archers. Arrows were let loose and the undead were stopped in their tracks, nailed to the ground in a forest of newly planted trees.<br />
 
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''Well, that was an interesting morning exclaimed Boen. Head back to the estate men, your dismissed.''<br />
 
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Later during the afternoon Boen's archers were christened the Screaming crows and new shields were created to reflect this.
 
  
  
 
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Walking down the narrowest allies in the southern district of Alebad, with marching troops in tow and a brand new title deed held in fist. written by the clerks of the city offices, signed and sealed by Senator Mero Chesvo.<br />
 
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The outside walls were bleached and discoloured, the door was only just holding in its place and the first room was dusty lookin. Saying there was a little furnishings was an overstatement, the room could not have looked barer. Venturing further in and through an archway revealed much improvement, there was a small cobbled courtyard bordered by the rest of the single story and double story buildings of the estate. A small empty fountain and basin were in the centre of the courtyard and a young ivy plant had sprung up against one of the buildings. A stair led up to the terrace which overlooked the courtyard on three sides. The terrace was currently occupied by a colony of birds that had taken up residence since the previous owner had left.<br />
 
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The men spread out and looked around, exclaiming what a great wee place this must have been. It was probably the largest place most of the men had ever stayed in. For the moment they forgot the pains and emotions of leaving home and joining the army. Boen called them all together in the courtyard, ''men, we better start cooking, collect together all the supplies we have and prepare the evening meal''.<br />
 
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After being dealt a real kicking during the battle with ambassador Lyle, Boen and the last survivors of the caravan retreated into the forest. With Alebad overrun with Lukon troops and Minas Thalion destroyed there would be no need to return there with any more food supplies.
  
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So what to do now ? I seem to be at a crossroad, thought Boen<br />
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Join the Guild ? - hardly a good idea, I would be lucky to receive even a single tree as an estate. Nope, theres just to many nobles and to little gold going round up there. How about joining Outer Tilog, I'm sure Baron Haroldin could use another knight to help keep his peasants under the thumb, excuse the pun. But then again, Outer Tilog is quite literally quite different, and I still believe my mind is quite sane enough to avoid going there. So, I'm running out of options in this cold and heartless decision. What about Lukon then ? Really ? Can I even be considering this ? Joining that bunch of organised barbarians, the power brokers of the Colonies ? Well, I guess the best choice is where the gold is. Thats it decided then thought Boen. But just you consider this for just one moment. Are you going to betray your Liege Valdrix, to whom you swore an oath of fealty. To serve his mortal enemy – his sister ! Well, I guess if Valdrix doesn't kill me for leaving him, maby she'll kill me for even knowing him, and Khain for that matter, or Cathal. With his mind definitely made up, Boen started out on the road to the city of Portion and Lukon. Upon arrival -
  
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-cough- I think your missing something my Lord, said the scribe.<br />
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Like what ? Said Boen, I don't remember -<br />
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The scribe interrupted, the following night at the treetop tavern in South Bakker ? My Lord, you might recall you invited every noble in the region to a party. Even Ambassador Lyle !<br />
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Ahh yes, said Boen.<br />
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But he never turned up said the scribe. But you were certainly talking up having an immediate rematch with him and all his men, not to mention the frequent toasting to Hulaferd jam, Minas Thalion and the “Dream That Was”.<br />
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I may have been slightly unlike myself commented Boen.<br />
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Well, later on, a messenger burst in and declared a remnant of Minas Thalion had traveled North and were hiding out in the land of Drenga !<br />
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And the rest was history laughed Boen.
  
  

Latest revision as of 21:37, 26 August 2012

Boen's Journal and Storybook - August 2012
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16.03.12 - The fall of Alebad - Part II - Is this the end of Minas Thalion ? - or the beginning of the rebellion ?

After being dealt a real kicking during the battle with ambassador Lyle, Boen and the last survivors of the caravan retreated into the forest. With Alebad overrun with Lukon troops and Minas Thalion destroyed there would be no need to return there with any more food supplies.

So what to do now ? I seem to be at a crossroad, thought Boen
Join the Guild ? - hardly a good idea, I would be lucky to receive even a single tree as an estate. Nope, theres just to many nobles and to little gold going round up there. How about joining Outer Tilog, I'm sure Baron Haroldin could use another knight to help keep his peasants under the thumb, excuse the pun. But then again, Outer Tilog is quite literally quite different, and I still believe my mind is quite sane enough to avoid going there. So, I'm running out of options in this cold and heartless decision. What about Lukon then ? Really ? Can I even be considering this ? Joining that bunch of organised barbarians, the power brokers of the Colonies ? Well, I guess the best choice is where the gold is. Thats it decided then thought Boen. But just you consider this for just one moment. Are you going to betray your Liege Valdrix, to whom you swore an oath of fealty. To serve his mortal enemy – his sister ! Well, I guess if Valdrix doesn't kill me for leaving him, maby she'll kill me for even knowing him, and Khain for that matter, or Cathal. With his mind definitely made up, Boen started out on the road to the city of Portion and Lukon. Upon arrival -

-cough- I think your missing something my Lord, said the scribe.
Like what ? Said Boen, I don't remember -
The scribe interrupted, the following night at the treetop tavern in South Bakker ? My Lord, you might recall you invited every noble in the region to a party. Even Ambassador Lyle !
Ahh yes, said Boen.
But he never turned up said the scribe. But you were certainly talking up having an immediate rematch with him and all his men, not to mention the frequent toasting to Hulaferd jam, Minas Thalion and the “Dream That Was”.
I may have been slightly unlike myself commented Boen.
Well, later on, a messenger burst in and declared a remnant of Minas Thalion had traveled North and were hiding out in the land of Drenga !
And the rest was history laughed Boen.


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