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| − | Boen's Journal and Storybook - September 2011 | + | Boen's Journal and Storybook - August 2012 |
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| − | [[Lamonte Family/Boen_Journal/2011_Jul|<< Previous Month ]] [[Lamonte Family/Boen_Journal_2011_index| | Index | ]]</font><br /> | + | [[Lamonte Family/Boen_Journal/2012_Mar|<< Previous Month ]] [[Lamonte Family/Boen_Journal_2011_index| | Index | ]]</font><br /> |
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| − | 16.09.11 - The Last Hours of Peace - </b></font><font size="2"><b>''The Calm Before the Storm'' | + | 16.03.12 - The fall of Alebad - Part II - </b></font><font size="2"><b>''Is this the end of Minas Thalion ? - or the beginning of the rebellion ?'' |
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| − | The flags fluttered lightly in the mid evening breeze. Just enough wind kept them from going limp and to sleep for the night. The glow of the sun was fading behind the mountians of Windaria in the west and the last glowing rays were mingling with the scillintilating starlight in a smooth milky sky. All the beauty of the celestial heavens were on show this evening to those who looked from the city walls.
| + | 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. |
| − | In the distance two messangers were riding fast towards the city. Like little black phantoms in the encroching darkness they crossed the bridge over the river and rode on towards the gatehouse. A fire burned continously on the roof during the night to let travelers find there way. But tonight it should have closed its gates tightly shut, refusing to let anybody in. Now everyone on the walls turned to watch the messangers ride through the streets now empty at the end of the day, torches on posts in the streets cast the messangers shadows as giants on the walls of the white buildings. Eventually they exited the streets and rode accross the square in front of the Imperial court. They rode on into its archway wreathed with the glow from torchlight.
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| | + | So what to do now ? I seem to be at a crossroad, thought Boen<br /> |
| | + | 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 /> |
| − | 13.09.11 - Volkanita - </b></font><font size="2"><b>''Mud, Sweat, and Tears''
| + | 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 /> |
| − | | + | Ahh yes, said Boen.<br /> |
| − | ''"What did we do to deserve this place"'' panted one of the men wading through the thick mud. Almost up to his waist in a swamp of soft brown sickness. Running through and on top of the mud were patches of green that snaked through the irregulary growing jungle trees. Channeling the stench of the swamp, holding it as a mist all around you. From which there was no escape.
| + | 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 /> |
| − | The nobles and soldiers of Minas Thalion had already been at the Volkanita campaign for two weeks. Though the battle against the undead and monsters had been won in a day. With a Lord installed in the main settlement and caravans of food arriving to feed the people. The rest of the expansive region was mostly uncharted and unknown to the nobles and soldiers of Minas Thalion. The extended campaign was therefore to prevent the independant factions regaining control of the region, to spread order and security over the people who had been without any form of goverment for a very long time.
| + | I may have been slightly unlike myself commented Boen.<br /> |
| − | But the campaign was severly difficult. Moving from village to village was almost impossible at times because of the murky swamps that rested silently everywhere. When the swmaps frequently flooded, rafts were a more appropriate method to find a way through the mists that lingered everywhere. | + | 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 /> |
| − | Soldiers were frequently stopped by the mud, and some were even lost to its depths. Never to be seen again. If the campaign in Volkanita ever ends. If the relief is called, it will be joyus news as we crawl back to Alebad.
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| − | 11.09.11 - New Duke - </b></font><font size="2"><b>''Where does your allegiance lie ?''
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| − | Chatter instantly filled the room between the soldiers of the Screaming Crows as the messanger finished his short message. rumors and suspicions were answered in full. A new Senator of the city of Alebad would have to be found. Mero Chesvo was seriously ill and beyond any possible care the physicians could provide. For the first few days there was little thought given by the people of Alebad for not seeing their Senator. But as the week continued and a non appearance gave way to speculation about Mero's health. It was clear that it may only be a matter of days untill he would recover or not at all.
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| − | Boen stood before Valdrix Hendrix in the middle of the main hall of Alebad's inner keep. It was exactly midday and the bustling of merchants could be heard outside. Light shone in through the windows and illuminated the flagstones. Boen moved to kneel on one leg, clench his right hand and place it over his chest.
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| − | Boen reconfirmed his oath of allegiance to Valdrix, the new Senator of the city of Alebad. Thereafter Boen was rewarded by Valdrix with an increased estate. Therefore Boen's responsibility to the city was greater than before and would simply not allow him to pursue greater power until the city was clear of the underfactions that were increasing their power daily.
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