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'''Orlen''' ''[giving a couple of silver pieces to Rugh and looking a little embarrassed]'': Excellent work, Rugh.  You may go back and tell the others that you have nothing more to do until tomorrow.
 
'''Orlen''' ''[giving a couple of silver pieces to Rugh and looking a little embarrassed]'': Excellent work, Rugh.  You may go back and tell the others that you have nothing more to do until tomorrow.
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===Arrival in Irdalni===
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29 Jul 2011<br>
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to everyone in Oritolon
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'''Orlen''': Here we are, Irdalni!
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'''Harlen''': And where's your estate, sir?
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'''Orlen''': Well, when it's been fully enlarged, it'll come to about here.
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'''Harlen''': It's a bit... jungly.
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'''Orlen''': Of course it is, if it hasn't been cleared.  Look, you'll be able to go hunting right next to the estate, isn't that good?
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'''Harlen''': Oh, excellent, sir.  Perhaps you could hunt that one?
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'''Orlen''': What one?
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'''Harlen''': That sort of wild-carnivore-type-beastie behind you, sir.
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''A short while later, after travelling at speed through the jungle area, they arrive at a part of the region where the jungle is cleared back, and there are a high number of infantry troops milling around.''
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'''Harlen''': This must be Baron Malice's troop, sir.
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'''Orlen''' ''[looking at a scout report]'': Yes, must be, given its size.  I don't see the old Baron though.
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'''Harlen''': Nor do I sir.  But look, over there - wearing the Baron's colours - that man looks as if he's in charge at the moment.
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'''Orlen''': Ah, yes.  I'll go and speak to him.
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'''Orlen''' ''[to the man in his mid-twenties]'': Hello.  I am Sir Orlen Waroe.  I wonder if you could point me in the direction of Baron Malice?

Revision as of 08:16, 29 July 2011

Arrival in Oritolon

Orlen joins the realm.


Arrival in Iglavik

26 Jul 2011
to everyone in Oritolon


Orlen says goodbye to his uncle as he leaves the house to embark on his career. Looking nervously behind him, not wanting to leave the comfort and protection of home, he moves towards the group of archers that his uncle has recruited for him to command. Walking alongside him is Harlen, his scribe. The two had met by mistake as boys playing in the woods one afternoon, and had got to know each other after a long discussion about the fact that their names rhymed. Alike in more than name, they might have been good friends had it not been for their class differences, and instead, Orlen had employed Harlen as his scribe and confidant some years later.


Orlen [pointing at the archers]: What am I to do with them?

Harlen [shaking his head slightly]: I don't know, sir. Perhaps find something for them to shoot at?

Orlen: Ah, yes. Men! Please form a line, and spend some time honing your shooting skills by shooting at... erm... that tree. Don't stop until you've all made contact with it.

Orlen [turning back to Harlen]: So, what to do while they do that.

Harlen: Nothing, sir.

Orlen: Nothing? You suggesting we just stand here?

Harlen: No, sir, I mean we can't do something while they try to hit the tree.

Orlen: Whyever not?

Harlen: They've all already hit it, sir.


The archers, by no means outstanding, are nevertheless stood in their line, bows by their side, each with an arrow embedded in the tree which stands only ten yards in front of them.


Orlen [quitely to Harlen]: Gosh, that was good, wasn't it?

Harlen: It might have been a bit easy, sir?

Orlen: Oh, yes. Well, shall I give them a harder task?

Harlen: Oh, yes, a fine idea. Why not get them to fire at that thistle?

Orlen [louder, to the men]: Excellent work! That was, um... the warm up. Now your real test. Stay in your line, and fire at that thistle. Two silver pieces for the first man to hit.

Harlen: Very good, sir.

Orlen [to Harlen]: I suppose it is a thistle, is it? I can't tell from here.

Harlen: Not too sure, sir. It might be a fallen tree branch. Or a piece of broken armour. It's awfully far away, not easy to tell from here.

Orlen: Well, that should keep them busy for now, then. Keep an eye on them that they don't cheat. I'm going to find somewhere to sit and practise my new piece.

Harlen: Very good, sir. There are a few letters here for you as well.


Orlen takes them and sits some way off, enjoying the view from the side of the mountains, and trying the new melodies on his reed instrument as it echoes around the nearby rocks.


Offer Letters

26 Jul 2011
to everyone in Oritolon


Orlen finishes his practice, puts down his shawm, and opens his letters. The first is from Baron Malice Osha of Irdalni, setting out the greatness of the duchy of Alowca and the benefits that could be his by being his knight. He reads it through, interested in the description of the area, and seems quite pleased by the offer.

Next he opens one from Count Alexander Stiale of Warmanoras. Another offer - he is happy to have received such attention already. The Warmanoras Waroes... it sounds particularly honourable, somehow. And again from the duchy of Alowca.

Finally he opens the letter with a seal he recognises - a variation on his own seal - and as he opens it he knows it to be from his cousin Mardel, sent from Strombran back on Atamara. Mardel is roughly the same age as Orlen, and describes to his cousin how his first few weeks in the world of adult Carelian nobility have seen him march the entire length of the realm, battle with undead, meet a King, and find a fine liege - an ageing region lord by the name of Malice Osha.


Orlen [to himself]: Malice Osha. I'm sure I've heard that name before, recently. Was he one of my uncle's acquantances? No, I don't think so. Or mentioned in the letter yesterday from my father? No, no.

Orlen [flicking back through his letters]: Oh, my! There. Baron Malice Osha. But why have I got a letter from a lord on Atamara offering me an oath here in the Colonies? I... but it takes days to get from one to the other. Or is he offering me an oath on Atamara? Gosh, I'm not sure I... erm... no, that wouldn't make sense. Or is Mardel here in Irdalni... but no, because he is in Carelia, but... to manage a region both in Atamara and the Colonies... that's superhuman. Well, Mardel does say good things about him, but... wow.


Confused, Orlen decides to think about the offers during the evening, and head south-east towards Alowca the following day.


A Winning Archer

26 Jul 2011 (much later)
to everyone in Oritolon


As dusk falls, Harlen finds Orlen having a small meal.


Harlen: Hello, sir. May I introduce to you Rugh, one of your archers.

Orlen: Hello, Rugh.

Rugh: Sir.

Harlen: Rugh has just hit the thistle, sir - a fine shot indeed.

Orlen: Thistle? What thistle?

Harlen: The one the men have been shooting at since just after dawn, sir.

Orlen: Since dawn? It's nearly dark!

Harlen: It was quite a small thistle, and quite far away, sir.

Orlen [realising why he's been having such a quiet afternoon]: You've been shooting at that all day?

Rugh: Not quite all day, sir. At the start of the day we shot at a tree.

Orlen [giving a couple of silver pieces to Rugh and looking a little embarrassed]: Excellent work, Rugh. You may go back and tell the others that you have nothing more to do until tomorrow.


Arrival in Irdalni

29 Jul 2011
to everyone in Oritolon


Orlen: Here we are, Irdalni!

Harlen: And where's your estate, sir?

Orlen: Well, when it's been fully enlarged, it'll come to about here.

Harlen: It's a bit... jungly.

Orlen: Of course it is, if it hasn't been cleared. Look, you'll be able to go hunting right next to the estate, isn't that good?

Harlen: Oh, excellent, sir. Perhaps you could hunt that one?

Orlen: What one?

Harlen: That sort of wild-carnivore-type-beastie behind you, sir.


A short while later, after travelling at speed through the jungle area, they arrive at a part of the region where the jungle is cleared back, and there are a high number of infantry troops milling around.


Harlen: This must be Baron Malice's troop, sir.

Orlen [looking at a scout report]: Yes, must be, given its size. I don't see the old Baron though.

Harlen: Nor do I sir. But look, over there - wearing the Baron's colours - that man looks as if he's in charge at the moment.

Orlen: Ah, yes. I'll go and speak to him.


Orlen [to the man in his mid-twenties]: Hello. I am Sir Orlen Waroe. I wonder if you could point me in the direction of Baron Malice?