Dubhaine Family/Scein/Roleplays/1019/November
1st November
Summer Day -- Ikalak Prison
Kraken Snodaert
Kraken was Studying the ledger and the roll call. This mornings battle had been a mild succes even though they had to yield the field, losses were light and enough damage had been done. One wounded commander that could hopefully get out soon and not be captured. This would be a quiet week with hopefully a better and stronger army at the end of it. There was still no word of lady Scein and the others imprisoned during the battle of Neralle and its aftermath. Krakens bones chilled when he thought what they might do to their proud Dutchess...
4th November
Summer Evening -- Taselak
Kraken Snodaert
General Kraken took the roster of the commanders in Endelee, quatermaster Andre came in with that sullen look as he handed over the parchment.
How many missing?
About half, melord...
HALF?
Yes melord
So does that mean we expect to gain half a glorious victory?
Half of what melord?
Half a battle? Half the Glory? Or just defeat, plain and simple?
I suppose melord...
OK, Tell the men in Taselak they are expected in Endelee by sunup!
Very well melord, and the women what about the women?
Just get over to the city and tell everybody able to swing a blade or pole to bring it here, come morning, it is not that far, sleeping is for the dead...
Aye melord!
15th November
Summer Day -- Taselak
Armitage IV D'Anglos
Armitage raised her hand when she heard the noble speak
"If no other nobles are brave enough to attempt to rebuild our realm and regions, I will volunteer to be the Lady of that region."
19th November
Summer Day -- Taselak
Kraken Snodaert
Kraken went over the Battle reports and was shocked at the resources ding defeat their forces had sustained. The last five minimumeis of Battle were pure slaughter and exactly the kind of slaughter that had been planned to inflict on the ikkies, infantry cutting through skirmishing archers. 30 dead versus 300. This would not do. The hammer needed an anvil. Some solid units of high armoired infantry in stead of these soggy archers. He saw the wounded men four five nobles many more soldiers plod southwards Into Taselak for refitting.
Underway to Taselak Kraken shares his thoughts with candidly with everyone.
Lately I have been musing about the nature of fruit. Are we a banana? Soft I side and slimy of peel hoping to trip our enemies with our limpness, are we a coconut hard of head and shelll And tough the meat within. Or are we a prickly pear, butter of flesh and a sting to the touch? Are we a peach a berry squashed under foot? I hope we can be a pineapple grow upright instead of dangling to appease gravity. Alert and to attention. That way we could take And defend what we have gained. Let’s refit and make ourselves into the pineapple of my musings....
21st November
Summer Day -- Taselak
Kraken Snodaert
My lords, my ladies,
The king has asked us to celebrate with him, to think of the good and bad times Taselak has seen And realise That there is a way up, we k ow this is so Because we have come up from when we were down to two regions. Sadly Kiala k has both speed and strength on us, We cannot fight harder but we can fight smarter.
But first we drink the fruit wine and the fermented goat urine from the mountains of toren. I happen to have on case left...
Kraken
Summer Evening -- Taselak
Kraken Snodaert
Kraken took the Rollcall of the army, brought to him by many scribes carrying way to few pieces of parchment.
One by one stragglers dropped in from the Neralle campaign. The battle was lost in sight of the finish line and that hurts a bit because of all the good hours wasted and the beer of course.
Still everyone was here save the wounded and the dead everyone had bonds to spend and by the sight of it the houses of drink and ill repute were packed.
Kraken felt like dancing, a traditional Ibladeshi sword dance would do, nothing less. He had found a place off the main square where a man play d a fiddle like no one else. He wondered who he would run in to...
22nd November
Summer Evening -- Taselak
Rev Greer
The band start playing all the locals are dancing taselak is once again happy people are enjoying themselves. For a moment for a brief moment the king seems to be enjoying himself a war bound nation no longer weighing on his mind. He walks over to the new nobles “ feel free to enjoy the dancing there is plenty of ale. Also servant send our finest flowers to our banker see needs to see some beauty the tireless hours of doing our finances will drive a person mad”. Preston walks up to his good friend Artinian and smashes ale goblets with him while they entertain the locals with an old sailing song.
Kraken Snodaert
Kraken sat at the bar stooped over a long drink...
He needed a moment to reflect on the battle of Neralle and the retreat back to Taselak.
The Ikalak General had shown great skill moving in unison, pursuing the remnants of the army and eradicating many units.
Their army had not been that much bigger but the results were dramatic.
Kraken had looked over the battle again and again in his mind.
The wipe out of their archery component in the final charge.
He should have asked the troopleaders to stay after the battle, to regroup before moving.
He should have set up the archers in line on the front row so they could do more melee damage.
He took another Drink... Marshal Fechin had never returned.
Slowly the reality of the city in celebration was breaking through his brooding.
Outside in the street, a band was playing children dancing girls smiling.
