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Indeed, thank you Bofur.

What I am teaching the mortals right now, is the master class of cocking up!

Paladin Asvhaldr.

(31-03-2010 06:24 PM)tilsburg Wrote: [ -> ]dwarf i let this pass as there are more in portent things to be concerned with you may need them followers of the light before the day is done

you just keep your troops on high alert

may your beards grow ever long

tilsburg the vaagen

marshal torendor smiled with tight lipped severity as he cought his first sight of surrey. so far they had met no resistence but knew that could soon change. he paused the army, dressed the ranks and made sure everyone had eaten and had enough to drink. he stayed mounted on his milky white horse and kept his eyes on the target ahead of him. he nodded to his seneschal and signaled the advance once again, putting his tall silvered helm with flowing blue plumes back onto his head.
the army closed the distance on surrey, only a few miles now sepperated them.



elsewhere


the vice master led her command group into the campaign command compound and swung off her horse in a clatter of plate. as stable hands ran to take their horses she led her group towards the command tent. she rapped on the tent pole with her staff before entering, the hard bitten war mage at her shoulder grim as ever.
miranda made a shallow bow to the man in the tent, her lined face hard although a trace of a smile played in her green eyes.

"General Nevyn, i am here at your side. our armies are in position."

"Good news. I'm glad you at least know what the blazes to do around here. Why the General felt the need to turn me into one as well the Gods only know, but I shall not grumble! I'll swear at him in a friendly way, but I won't grumble."

"Anyway, your timing was impeccable. I finished liaising with the King's Forces' commanders not long ago and then they kindly sped me back here to what now appears to be the war room."

Looking around Nevyn saw a banner standing upright in it's metalwork frame. "Ah good. They had the presence of mind to bring my banner into the tent. Vice master, should trouble arise listen to my instructions carefully. I won't tell you any more here in case anyone or someone should be listening in, but I have a few humble defences up my sleeve."

"A drink? and then your ideas on what to do next maybe?"

message to the vice master instruct general nevin to hold fast in brighton and take as many of your troops as you can and defend blackwell to the last man inform lord orin you are coming. i will do the same

tilsburg the vaagen

long live the queen

message to bofur take your mighty dwafen troops the join forces with the vice master in blackwell and make your dwafen ancestors proud in the way you defend blackwell may your beard grow ever long and your axe stay ever sharp
tilsburg the vaagen

long live the queen

general nevin straitarrow you need to stay strong and wait till the meeting in brighton is at an end stay focused and keep your troops on high alert i know you will make the correct decision when the time comes
may your arrow fly strait and your heart be true

tilsburg the vaggen

long live the queen

the vice master nodded to herself and a predatory smile spread across her aging face.

"Have fun general nevyn, it seems that our meeting will be in short supply. I must withdraw my forces but you have the southern millitias at your command along with your own detachments. Light be with you" she sketched a blessing and turned from the tent into her waiting command squad.
"Captain Windrunner, contact lord telemvor and arange for his army to meet ours in a days march."

she swung up into her saddle and raised her hand. her group rode out hard, she turned her head to the hard faced man riding next to her, the only member of her party to not wear the black of the exorcists.
"Thanderhast, contact the siege lines and command the exorcist and church forces to march to meet with us. And prepare yourself, you know what is to come." the man rode away, leather coat flying in the wind.

the vice master was happy, she was riding to war and she could hear the battles call in her veins. she laughed into the wind as her steel grey hair formed a long streaming halo around her head.

Nevyn bid the Vice Master good travels then yelled for several runners to come take messages. Nevyn asked them to contact the heads of the Mages Guilds in the siege area or from anywhere around, and get them to come see him, he called for the man-in-command of the the Kings' men, and he sent out messages to Albion's friends and allies in the midlands, home counties and east anglia calling for aid and backup and details of where to meet.

Seeing a lad, barely into his adulthood enter, he said to him "I'd also request that Marshal Selina de Fey come see me as soon as she is able, thank you my good man."

Then he waited for the people to turn up. And while he waited Nevyn made himself a cup of tea and helped himself to some biscuits. 'The calm before the storm!' he thought to himself. 'Sigh. Why is it always me that has the power thrown on him. I was happy being dead! Damn you. Ah well, I wont shirk from this responsibility. Sigh.

Selina de Fey, Marshal of the exorcist order and mistress of batte magic, entered the command tent and at once it seemed the room had lightened. She stood tall and sinuous with the angular features and cat like eyes of an elf, blue-black hair falling down her back almost to her waist and perfectly framing her milk pale skin. She looked bartely sixteen years old, pure features as if carved from marble. But the twist to her lips and the cold look of a soul that had seen too much violence and too many horrors filled those golden eyes with the slit pupil of a hunting cat and hinted at the true age of this immortal creature. Unusually for an exorcist during war, and when were they not at war really, she wore only a chain shirt and skirt beneath her black cassock, a purple sash around her waist. She wore no weapons but instead carried only a woodenstaff, twisted and gnarled and carved with runes of power.

Selina bowed low to Nevyn and when stood straight again her perfect features were set alight with a playful smile.

"General Nevyn Swiftarrow, I am Marshal Selina de Fey of the most holy and sovereign order of exorcists here at the behest of the vice master to aid you how i may. Myself and the small detachment with me are here to help, i believe you requested my presece?"

The words struck Vhals ears like steel on stone, he had so wished to have brought justice to this entity, but alas, Vhal would have to eat humble pie once more, nay this wasn't the first time, Alfheim, one of the many great Heavens had fallen, turmoil seemed constant in this land, but hope always stood deep within his breast.

"But what of the High Queen?...."

Vhal said, feeling the despair upon his beating heart, he wished for no more Quelequindi or Eladrin to suffer, yet one so bright did suffer, surrounding Middle Earth, wracked with insansity and anguish, The Paladin heard of these tales and it would make him weep, weep that so many of the High Elder race would suffer the fate of man.

"There must be a way to save her, there must!"

With that, with those fleeting words in Vhals mind, he continued to do what he did best, he waited, and awaited the herralding trumpets to declare fourth more words across the ley.

King Welf has brought peace to sussex . Hooray for king Welf

Pagent Merryfellow
Herald of the King

as of 5 ck yesterday all hostilities against the red mage and his companion wyrldron will cease . Sussex will remain part of his domain wyedron will stay in the part of wessex he currently occupies .but still under the laws of Britannia .a legion of flying insects will be put at N.A.T.O s disposal in the war against the agypitons all commanding officers will deploy there forces against the agyption enemies in Europa
from
the war office

the vice master swore vociferously and at great length testing her vocabulary of profanity even after almost a century of soldiering. her lips pinched tight in a rictus of anger she sent her orders,

the exorcist and church forces in and around sussex to withdraw and fortify their position on the britannic side of the border.

the remaining exorcist forces and church armies already assembled to rendevouz with the vice master at tilia and head to aine.

the exorcist army at the holy city are to maintain their garrison and protect the supreme patriarch.

"Selina, it is....hold on - a new message has come in."

Nevyn reads the message saying that there is now peace and what is happening, and groans.

"Er, it would appear we are all here and ready for war for nothing. Peace reigns, which is good all round should such a thing be true. I think we should strike camp and move to a safe distance from the Sussex borders."

"You boy! Pass on the word that Peace has been achieved and a orderly - make that clear boy please - ORDERLY strike of camp is to be made and each component part is to withdraw to parts of the border I will specify. Send each commander in to get their orders and positions please. Thank you." and with that he flips the lad a gold piece.

Nevyn thinks to himself phew, another disaster avoided. ME lead an army? Whatever next for Gods sake.

the vice master tilted her head on one side briefly and her smile once again became wolfish. maybe there was still a role for her yet. she turned to marshal caen ap Ilgorn,

"marshal, take the army from surrey and head to Aine via the Tillian docks." the marshal nodded and rode off, gathering his own staff as he did so to prepaire his troops and lead them away from the marching order.

miranda turned to thanderhast the magician and one of her closest advisors,

"we will take remaining third of the support troops and two thirds of the exorcists and head to blackwell with all haste. i have recieved word. we are needed."

The Dwarves were marching again. Marching home. They were not happy to have come so far only to have to turn around but they understood that sometimes that was the way of such things. Indeed it gave them something else to grumble about, not that Dwarves are ever at a loss for that! Bofur had sent messeges to his hold and as soon as he reached his brewery he would ask for an audience with his King. There was much they needed to discuss about the part their Hold would play in the coming war...

Now that the almost-war was averted (and that's the best things for wars - that they never happen in the first place!) Nevyn thinked forwards to the King's command to take Shaylen, Gorfor and Vhal to Ireland to find out what the blazes was happening over there!

Once more employing the runners of the camp he sent out a message to each of the three asking for their presence in his command tent, which would be relocated 10 miles North of the current position in a more neautral position. The message said to meet at noon on the next day, Marsday.

[OOC: Private message sent to Shaylen, Gorafor, Vhal to meet up at my tent)]

Nevyn, greetings melonin.

Vhal Entered the Command tent, briskly.

I'm here to do King Welfs bidding.

[NOTE: Thread with Nevyn, Vhal, Gorfor, Shaylen continued in "Of and to Ireland" at http://www.seaxeandsorcery.co.uk/forum/s...hp?tid=473 ]