Arcaea/Dining Hall Late 08-09/Old Friends of Svuttenland
Waiting with his man, which were dug in in Arempos, he assumed his friend to come over to check on his position. He choose his positions well, with his archers, on a hill surrounded by trees. He knew his position wouldn't be spotted by enemy's but would be recognizable to the one's who were on his side.
And he didn't have to wait to long for his friend to come. 'Sir Galdor, how good to see you!' 'No problem, Sir Tatham.' 'I liked you to come down here, for some information I would love to share with you and of course for your compagny.'
They both walked away from the little ambush build by his archers. 'What is het that you want to share with me then Sir Tatham?' Sir Galdor asked intriguely. 'First of course I want to share with you a flask of wiskey' He returned the flask with a smile. 'Secondly I want to inform you that I go for Imperial Chancellor as Sir Aerywyn steps down to become Marshal of the Tribute Collecting Army. I hope you will support me as a competitor in this race.'
As he handed over the flask, Sir Galdor looked quite supprised.
Tatham Aldaríon (Knight of Talex)
As Tatham Reached out to give him the flask, Galdor looked surprised. 'How did you manage to keep a Svunnetbrew Whiskey so long? It really has been too long.' With a slight nod Tatham replied 'Yes, that's why, even in these circumstances I'd like to keep in contact'.
'So you will be running for Imperial Chancellor?' Galdor said as he sipped from the whiskey. 'Yes, I am' came the reply. 'Then I wish you the best of luck, but what do you really need from me? Concretely that is.' Tatham pondered a bit over how to shape the reply. 'well.. uhm.. I was thinking that maybe you could try to persuade people here that I am the best choice, If you reckon so at least.' Galdor gave Tatham a pleasant smile. 'Of course you are the best choice, anyone that has come to know you like I do would without a doubt recognize your chances. In my opinion you are the best choice. And I hereby promise that I would try everything in my power to help your campaign.'
Galdor Stormwind (Noble)
He smiled, it was more than he could have asked for. This was his friend, and one he would die for. He accepted the flask back, and put it down in his belt once again.
'My friend, my housekeeper in Ipsosez, yeah I still have a home down there, sents me each month a flask of this pure heavenly liquid. Nevertheless normally only one out of three will reach me. So please enjoy this taste, for I don't have many glasses to pour.'
He had known his friend way too long, not to know that this was one of his favorite spirits in the world, as not his altime favorite. He himself liked the Svunnetbrew Wiskey above all others, but always kept it for special occassions like these.
'How do you expect the next round of battle will be, my friend? Of course we will take hold of the victory, but at which costs? Do we have enough power in this region to survive and bring this region back to our Council?'
Tatham looked back over the hills, back to were he knew his men held their positions. He made a move to walk back but at last he desided against it, as Galdor spoke to him.
Tatham Aldaríon (Knight of Talex)
'Positive' Galdor replied. 'Altough my cavalry always starts the the rear, they have proven their worth along the way. I do not hesitate to say that the coming time, they will be of no less worth.' He said while glancing in the direction the 5 men that escorted him tonight were having a well deserved beverage.
'How are your archers holding up?' Tatham kept staring over the hills to the south. 'Yes, they are fighting above expectations. The casualties they make are outrageous, the enemy will definitely remember them in these fights.'
'That is good to hear.' Galdor replied as he stretched his arms and neck.
Galdor Stormwind (Noble)
'My archers are just a few in number, but make their name definitly come true. The Flying Daggers have proven to be fighters who will give the enemy a second thought of storming onto these hills.'
'But I would love to gain some more gold to enlarge their number, as just the 6 of them are not the number I'm used to have under my command. But I see you have collected a decent amount of horsemen. How come you changed your archers for these fellows?'
Tatham now really started walking down the hills once again, as he trusted Galdor to follow. His unit was one of fresh young soldiers, who at time needed to be watched. His orders were simple, but these men never had ever stand watch, let alone a lonesome night one. And on top of that, they deserved just like Galdors men a beverage for the night, as it promised to be a busy night...
Tatham Aldaríon (Knight of Talex)
As he strode beside Tatham he said. 'Well, yes with the three men the healers are taking care of at the moment sixteen isn't a bad number, no. And I have to thank my Captain for their fighting spirit as well, as he is a fine man. The reason I changed was that I , after having found the joy of riding a horse in full gallop, wanted to give my position in the "fast army" a little littoral meaning as well. And as me and my captain found these recruits at the center we just connected by the fierce looks.'
'Ah, I see.' and as he said it, they reached Tatham's men almost shaking from the cold. As the night was exceptionally chilly.
Galdor Stormwind (Noble)
His men were chilled to the bone as the night was cold and he did not allowed any fire because they were in a warzone. But seeing his men like this, and knowing a great deal of the Arcaean army around, he called for his captain, the only senior soldier in his command. Although still only 20 summers old.
'Karl, do you know how to make a fire, without much smoke or light?' 'Yes, m'Lord' 'If you are sure about your case, go and fetch the things you need then. These men deserve a fire as much as a beverage. I will grant them both if you succeed.' 'Of course, m'Lord'
His captain disappeared into the woods, as he turned to Galdor. 'Make yourself at home, as much as possible, I will have a fire prepared in a couple minutes. So you can warm yourself and your men.' As Galdor put down himself and his men, he turned to the young soldiers under his command.
'You all, pay attention. Tonight will be a night with some disturbences, and I want you all to have your equil share of the watch. Therefore you will be on watch with two of you at a time. But for now, the captain will make a fire so you can warm your lazy asses, and as promised I have got a small surprise for you all. I want someone to distribute this amongst you all.' He took out a little flask simmular to his precious Svunnetbrew Wiskey, but instead of black this one was totally red. He tossed it to one of his man, from who he knew would take care of the distribution.
He turned back once more, knowing all would be well, and sat down next to Galdor, who felt really at home, judging by his boots which stood next to him.
Tatham Aldaríon (Knight of Talex)
As Tatham returned to the side of Galdor, Tatham handed him the black flask again 'Here, drink some more, for tonight we will have the only quiet night in the near future. As Galdor accepted the flask he set it to his mouth, seeing that his own men had a good time as well.
After some chitchat, about almost forgotten times, with Tatham he heard something that seemed to him like hooves. Startled he stood up and as he walked toward the sound, an exhausted Messenger appeared.
'Sir Galdor?' 'Yes, what is the matter?' After getting his breath the messenger continued 'I have a direct order for you, the Tribute Collecting Army is moving out towards Larmebsi. Tonight! I have been riding hard the whole evening to get to you in time. Get your men and move to Larmebsi.' With a steel face he directed to his men, 'Go fetch your stuff, we'll be moving out in fifteen minutes!'
He told the messenger to get some sleep and that he could ride off the following morning.
He faced Tatham and they began walking towards Tatham's tent.
Galdor Stormwind (Noble)
'Messenger, you can stay with us for tonight. Tomorrow you can move out with us if you want.' He wondered off after Galdor to his tent. He didn't like Galdor to be called away to Larmebsi, but orders were orders. And of course they would have enough time to talk while back in Remton.
On the field table in his tent laid down a map of the entire Kingdom of Arcaea, including the lands next to it. Little flags were fixed on the map to indicate the positions of the army's of Greater Aenilia and Ethiala, and of course of the positions of their own Arcaean army. He looked up from the map 'I don't know what you are suppossed to do in Larmebsi, other than following orders of course. But I hope you can explain it to me, or maybe the Marshal can explain that to me. I'm just curious becouse of our situation.'
Which was of course peticular, with the Arcaea army in pieces and retreated, and the Greater Aenilian and Ethialan army cutting of their way to the main regions. Galdor nodded and looked up as well, not to awnser the question but to indicate he heard the question.
'It doesn't look that good for us anymore, even though we have gained lots of ground. I have been cut of from our main regions, through the army's in Lantzas, so I will be here or in Talex for the time being. I have got a house in Talex prepared for me right now, so if you are stuck here as well as I'm. I would like to see you again when you have the time.'
Galdor nodded once more. The two knights gave each other a hug, and walked out of the tent. 'It is time to move' Galdor shouted to his men. 'Surely it is, so men we are on our own again!' He gave Galdor a handshake and wished him good luck, like they always did when one of them went away. They found each others eyes and shouted in chorus 'For Arcaea!'
Tatham Aldaríon (Knight of Talex)
As he walked trough the valley next to his former ambush, he found the remains of 2 of his men. Fortunately he also found three of his men alive, and a little bit down the slope his fourth badly injured. He desided against moving him immidiatly, so he let his men make camp next to the unlucky fellow. The messenger Rick of last night had never given in a step to his side.
'Rick, it is time for you to move on. I will hand you some messages which I want you to deliver. Start off with the ones to Talex, and catch up with me in Remton. We will be there in roughly 2 days. Off you go.'
The messenger only gave a nod, accepted the letters, and took his horse. When the messenger was out of site, to the south, he started wondering round the camp. His men followed him with their eyes. They knew there were hard times to come, whenever he started wondering at random.
'Friends, we have survived this battle, but this was just the foreplay of a greater war. What you have seen today, was a good fight, but was nothing compared to the great thing. You fought well, and deserved this win. But we have to move on. We leave two fellow soldiers here, but they will never leave our mind. We will move on to Remton, to seek a safe place to sleep for a night, and to enlarge our numbers. I will grant you a least a day off there, if we manage to reach it safely. For Arcaea!'
His last words were not only shouted by himself, his soldiers joined his shout, and after what seemed to be a long time, but only was half a minute, their shout came back. Not from the valleys or hills, but just from a nearby group of fellow Arcaeans. 'We are granted a safe retreat from Arempos, on the border of Lantzas starts the real trouble. Feel safe for now, but never let your guard down. Get your stuff and build a strecher for this fellow. We leave in half an hour.'
Tatham Aldaríon (Knight of Talex)
As he walked trough the valley next to his former ambush, he found the remains of 2 of his men. Fortunately he also found three of his men alive, and a little bit down the slope his fourth badly injured. He desided against moving him immidiatly, so he let his men make camp next to the unlucky fellow. The messenger Rick of last night had never given in a step to his side.
'Rick, it is time for you to move on. I will hand you some messages which I want you to deliver. Start off with the ones to Talex, and catch up with me in Remton. We will be there in roughly 2 days. Off you go.'
The messenger only gave a nod, accepted the letters, and took his horse. When the messenger was out of site, to the south, he started wondering round the camp. His men followed him with their eyes. They knew there were hard times to come, whenever he started wondering at random.
'Friends, we have survived this battle, but this was just the foreplay of a greater war. What you have seen today, was a good fight, but was nothing compared to the great thing. You fought well, and deserved this win. But we have to move on. We leave two fellow soldiers here, but they will never leave our mind. We will move on to Remton, to seek a safe place to sleep for a night, and to enlarge our numbers. I will grant you a least a day off there, if we manage to reach it safely. For Arcaea!'
His last words were not only shouted by himself, his soldiers joined his shout, and after what seemed to be a long time, but only was half a minute, their shout came back. Not from the valleys or hills, but just from a nearby group of fellow Arcaeans. 'We are granted a safe retreat from Arempos, on the border of Lantzas starts the real trouble. Feel safe for now, but never let your guard down. Get your stuff and build a strecher for this fellow. We leave in half an hour.'
Tatham Aldaríon (Knight of Talex)
