Dubhaine Family/Scein/Roleplays/1019/January

1st January

Summer Day -- Kerfort

Wounded!

You have been wounded during the battle in Kerfort.

Battle Results

Your unit participated in a battle in Kerfort. Your scribe has written down a battle report.

The battle lasted for 2 hours.

You have gained 1 Honour and 1 Prestige.

You have improved your swordfighting skill.

10 of your men were killed and 10 were wounded in this battle.

Morale of your troops falls by 12 points. Your men's equipment suffers 6 % damage. Combat training increases by 2 points. Unit cohesion rises 2 points.

Ammer Soul

Ammer awoke somewhat later in the morning than was his standard routine. His head hurt no more or less than any other day. Maybe three shots of rum tonight!

His breakfast was already delivered and placed outside his door. He picked it up and slammed the door behind him! There were letters upon the tray; he read them one by one... "Incompetent fools!" he bellowed out. He jumped up, opened the door and yelled down the coridoor, "Hang those bastard clerks!". No reply came forthwith, he slammed the door once more and went back to his letters. He had been in office less than a week and the announcement of another election filled him with rage.

Throwing the letter over his shoulder in disgust, Ammer continued perusing the remaining letters; More ranting! but the election still played on his mind, I will deal with Zarrah and Scien later if they continue their childish charades furthermore!

Isabella le Craint

The sun was beginning to set over the hills. Shops throughout town were beginning to close for the day. This, however, was just the start for Isabella.

Prepared and ready, Isabella pulled her hood over her head. The black and white spotted leather adorned with horns. She drew her cutlass and began to move. Into the fields and through the foliage. She smiles as she came to a clearing. Hushing the men and women behind her, similarly dressed to her, they began to move quietly.

In the middle of the clearing, a large wild cow was feeding on a berry bush.

Isabelle pointed to nearby bushes, organizing her men to take positions around the clearing. For a few minute, it was silent. Just watching the animal as it continued eating. Suddenly, Isabella began to move, screaming and shouting, forcing the cow further into the clearing. The others stood up and moved out of the foliage, following Isabella as she charged towards the cow. With quick movements, the band of soldiers slashed and fought the cow. It didnt last long. Once the dust had settled, Isabella gathered the men and women around the cow.

"Right, Jhor gather the berries. Rekl skin the cow. We need to move quickly to find more fruit for the coming days."

Isabella smiled as she walked towards the bush, picked a ripe berry and placed it within her mouth.

"Right lets move out, there is more to be found around here but we better get it before the moon rises too high."

Summer Evening -- Kerfort

Appointed as Lord

Alparslan Kalkandelen, Shield of Taselak, Royal of Taselak, Duke of Taselak, Margrave of Taselak has appointed you as the new lord of Moeth. You should probably check out the region and estates and make sure everything runs smoothly.

Haroldo Bowker

Haroldo recieve the names of the new knights of Taselak. He was not a smiling man but all those names were something he could enjoy enough to smile with all his face.

If only that dame Isabella were there...

Ammer Soul

Ammer sat on the edge of his bed preparing to settle down for the night... same routine

He held the bottle of rum in hand and sighed. I need to find answers, he thought to himself. He played over in his mind the cloudy scenarios of his dreams, knowing he has to go back there every night and this one.

He sees: A tall figure... no, an extremely tall figure, almost giant-like in stature. The body of the figure is faded, but the face is clear always. Ammer focused on the image; the stern withering features of the face somehow feels familiar, but the memory out of reach. He recalls the face changing; morphing-- Demon-like!. Simply recalling his dreams in this way fills his stomach with a gross intensity. Then another figure beside the giant man; long black hair, more human-like wearing a dark red robe. One eye stares at him, the other hidden behind an eye patch. Through the cloudy mists, Ammer watches as the two haunting figures raise a decapitated head in front of him; the victim unrecognisable. I am bound!... Then the eyes! The piercing gaze penetrating, thrusting deep into his mind... His head throbbed with the sharpness of a thousand needles! The bottle of rum dropped to the floor and spilled its contents as Ammer startled from his daydream.

"F**k it!" he cursed whilst rubbing his forehead Who are those figures?, Ammer still sought answers to his nightmares, he needed to know who he was before being dumped on this island without his most precious of memories. He picked up the bottle and gulped the remaining contents; more than a simple swig. He slipped into bed and closed his eyes, ready for the nights hauntings...

Bobertica Zatirri

Bobertica rolls out from beneath the various corpses of Kerfort.

Covered in blood, some maybe hers, and with a sharp pain in her leg, she crawled her way across the urban battlefield.

As she brought her right hand over one of the dead corpses, it hit a solid object in the man's pack.

It felt like a rock.

She opened the pack and pulled out what appeared to be a very old, heavy book.

Unsure why she was intrigued by this, she pushed into her pack and continued crawling across the battlefield.

3rd January

Summer Evening -- Astin

Lasten Bluelake

"It seems you were ignored, Sir"

Lasten stretched back and smiled. "Yes, it would seem so. There'll be other opportunities."

4th January

Summer Evening -- Taselak

Ammer Soul

The prison warden announced "My Lord, the prisoner has been escorted to the cells and is secure"

"Excellent, I will visit him in the morning. Please offer him a hearty meal. In fact, I am feeling quite generous this evening, offer him fat juicy steak- medium rare; compliments of the the Judge"

The warden scratched his head and replied reluctently "Umm Sir, there are no steaks left in the stores"

"Go find a butcher and get one then, quick quick..." Ammer orderd.

The warden now rubbed his beard "Umm Sir, meat is scarce, especially this time of the evening"

"Very well" Ammer gave in, "Make him up a fruit salad and offer my apologies for the lack of hospitality"

"As you wish Sir" the warden skurried away.