RocEter wrote:He looks back at Gael and smiles. "It'll be alright Gael." He says helping down from his horse. "You go on inside and tell Master Brennan I will be in shortly."
Once she enters the inn, Foerde walks his horse to the stable.
"Hello there Ned. I am doing fine, going to be here long enough to have lunch. Make sure Frost gets some water and light feed bag, okay?" Foerde says to Ned as hands off the reins. Then he goes inside the inn.ewancummins wrote:RocEter wrote:He looks back at Gael and smiles. "It'll be alright Gael." He says helping down from his horse. "You go on inside and tell Master Brennan I will be in shortly."
Once she enters the inn, Foerde walks his horse to the stable.
The stableboy, Ned, waves at him as he enters.
''Hey Master Foerde. How are you today?"
"A good meal and fine drink for myself and Gael." Foerde says. "You won't mind if I leave Gael here for a few days with you? I going south, close to the border, and those parts aren't safe for a child."ewancummins wrote:Ned does as he's asked...
...inside the Auld Oak, Foerde sees a mostly familiar crowd. But the handful of folks he doesn't know stare at him sideways, or shift uneasily as he passes close by them.
Wearing a mask would make him look too much like the Huntsman, after all, especially here at the Auld Oak given the events of the previous night.
Brennan comes round the counter.
''Ho, Foerde! What can I get you?"
The barman's friendly manner towards Foerde seems to but some of the jittery strangers more at ease.
RocEter wrote:"A good meal and fine drink for myself and Gael." Foerde says. "You won't mind if I leave Gael here for a few days with you? I going south, close to the border, and those parts aren't safe for a child."ewancummins wrote:Ned does as he's asked...
...inside the Auld Oak, Foerde sees a mostly familiar crowd. But the handful of folks he doesn't know stare at him sideways, or shift uneasily as he passes close by them.
Wearing a mask would make him look too much like the Huntsman, after all, especially here at the Auld Oak given the events of the previous night.
Brennan comes round the counter.
''Ho, Foerde! What can I get you?"
The barman's friendly manner towards Foerde seems to but some of the jittery strangers more at ease.
Gunnar comes out of his house with field plate on and a shield on his arm . With a bastard sword on his back and 2 well worn, but well crafted daggers on his hip .ewancummins wrote:ELEVESNEMIERE, ON THE ROADDietric mutters-Adam wrote:Cormac buckles his gear in place on his horse, looking to Gunnar and making sure his preparations are similarly under way. "We'll need to stop by a smith or town somewhere along the way," he says. "Need to pick up some kit fer Dietric. I'm less familiar with the area than you. Any thoughts on what the best place would be?"
"I don't want to go back to that inn. Folks might change their minds and decide to hang me after all."
Varrus the Ethical wrote:Wiping the blood off his sword with a rag, Roald says. "We should make our way to Diemerel at once. There I'll see about getting a proper healer to tend to your wounds, Lady Dominica. But we should make haste. The truce is not likely to last much longer, and I mean to get to shelter before more fighting erupts again."
Filbert's eyes goes wide and needs a second to realize what has happened, the white flag, the wooden doors burnt and wrecked...Haes or has already fallen or is really close to do so. Anger gets the best of him, he was late. At the gathered men around him Filbert gives a puzzled look, he doesn't want to reveal who he is just yet, he wants to know what happend first.ewancummins wrote:FILBERT
Filbert weaves his way through Riverside, sticking to the shadows as much as possible.
Twice he is stopped by Alamiens, but after seeing him the enemy warriors let him go with a jolly
''On your way, you scamp' and "Go and fetch us more wine, boy!'
Filbert sneaks close to the River Gate. He sees that the wooden doors are burned and wrecked, but a gang of sweaty men inside the walls are hard at work stacking timbers for a replacement barrier
A foppishly dressed, skinny, blonde man sits astride a horse before the soot-marked gatehouse, a white flag flapping in the breeze above him. The rider looks up at the walls and waves his hands over his head.
Trumpets blare within Haes.
Filbert slips past enemy soldiers occupying the buildings and dirt streets nearest the city wall, and clambers up a broken gap in the masonry. He wipes his face clean as he gets to the top.
Men – not Devlin’s knights, but more like tavern ruffians by the look of them—waiting on the top of the damaged wall surround Filbert.
"Is it noon already? What's this? The next attack?"
Laughter rolls through the crowd of brawlers and street fighters.
A big, russet-haired goon clumps forward.
“If you aint the other duke’s champion, who are you, half-man?”
''We could all use some help. Maybe you heard about what happened to the Longacres? Bad business. I thank Haelyn the Just that Gillie was saved."RocEter wrote:Foerde laughs. "Eame is bit far to travel for beer. Going to the Cuircaenen temple, I was attacked by some goblins and bandits on the road last night. Thought best to tell them warrior priests to expect some trouble, maybe they can help." He says.
"Longacres got hit last night?" Foerde says taking a small drink of his beer. He wipes his thick mane like beard and shakes his head. "Poor girl, how is she? She got family in the area? I'll be riding through Benton, I can stop by or take her to any family she has that way." He says.ewancummins wrote:AULD OAK-
''We could all use some help. Maybe you heard about what happened to the Longacres? Bad business. I thank Haelyn the Just that Gillie was saved."RocEter wrote:Foerde laughs. "Eame is bit far to travel for beer. Going to the Cuircaenen temple, I was attacked by some goblins and bandits on the road last night. Thought best to tell them warrior priests to expect some trouble, maybe they can help." He says.
He takes a seat at the table.
"You missed some excitement here last night. Goblins and bandits-- the same lot, probably, attacked the place. The big soldier, Gunnar, led us. Him and a northerner, Corum or something like that. Another fellow in the mix claimed to be the Huntsman! I don't know if I believe that, but some of the other men are convinced. One swears he saw him shooting lighting out of his arse to burn a nine-foot goblin. "
The red-faced barkeep laughs.
"I swear there's no rust in my brew."
A serving wench brings Foerde his beer.
Brennan adds, "Be careful of the elves. Aye, and while you're on the lookout for goblins and highwaymen, spare a glance east. A rider from Haes reports some kind of pirate raid from over the river. Damned easterners."
RocEter wrote: "Longacres got hit last night?" Foerde says taking a small drink of his beer. He wipes his thick mane like beard and shakes his head. "Poor girl, how is she? She got family in the area? I'll be riding through Benton, I can stop by or take her to any family she has that way." He says.
"Any man claiming to be the Huntsman is either crazy or the real thing. Though I know as much as the next fellow about the Huntsman, just the stories my Pa and Ma used to tell me." He says and laughs taking another drink of his beer. "Any thing damaged that needs repairs? I can order supplies in Benton to make any repairs or replace anything broken. Course I expect a keg of your finest beer as compensation." He says taking another drink of his beer.
Foerde just shakes his head when Brennan mentions pirates.
