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Keren Chaikin

"My horns'll help me in this battle!"

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a character in “Life in Bretonnia”, as played by Child of the Winged

Description

Name: Keren Chaikin
Nicknames/Alias: The Horns of Truth, Horn Head
Age: 20
Race: Ke'rata

Title: Knight of the Realm

Appearance: Keren is the typical Ke'rata. Bronze skin, swirling purple tattoos and her ram-like horns. Her hair is a short curled bob and black as ink. She's 5'4" in height and about 130 pounds. She's lightly muscled, though she's also curved, just not that much. Her usual armor is made of Nerippos fins, a substance like leather, cloth and metal. Her finer clothing are made of silk from her country.

Personality: Proud and cocky, Keren's the definition of headstrong. She's a ram, stubborn and unwavering. She hates giving up almost as much as her hatred of lying. Though she hates lying and misdeeds, she can't say no to a pint every so often. She's an funny drunk but we'll let you find that out yourselves.

In battle, be it of wits or blades, she has no reason for mercy, tearing her opponent apart. She's not blood thirsty or anything like that. She's only fights enemies that threaten something precious to her. After the battle, she takes prisoners, not dead bodies. She also honors her own fallen, no matter the race.

Heraldry: A ram bucking and a full moon.

Family: Her mother (Adara), her father (Hadar) and her younger brother (Zohar)
Equipment: She carries her bow, which is for hunting only. Her glaive, double voulge and claymore are her battle tools.


Mount: Her Nerippos, Flog'eros (meaning fiery, like his owner, master and friend)

Lands: Her castle is surrounded by a village of both her people and humans. Around this village is a small lake and outside of that is the farmlands and plains.

Gold: 1000 gold pieces.

Castle: A keep

Village: Blacksmith (Armor and Weapon), Apothecary, Mill

Popularity: Because of her mother's actions, she's well hated by the nobles and with her own actions, she's loved by the people. She's loved by the Duke, some she often sides with.

Important figures: Her brother, Zohar, is her second in command and leads the healers. He backs her up on the field, with his healing magic and his spear.

History: Keren's kind, the Ke'rata were a nomadic people, traveling westward for some reason no one wants to say. They entered Lyonesse to a huge plague that would have killed a Duke if Keren's mother, Adara, hadn't healed him. The Duke was very gracious for some odd reason (might have been Adara's beauty) and graced them with a keep.

With Adara the leader of the keep, the Ke'rata thrived, even allowing humans to enter into their camps and later, even marrying them. They've gone from small tents to permanent houses, very eastern in style.

Extra: If any male wishes to marry Keren, they must gain her approval, duel her father and be blessed by her mother.

So begins...

Keren Chaikin's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Keren Chaikin Character Portrait: Worren Banehallow Character Portrait: Damien Le Mort Character Portrait: Alexander Lancaster Character Portrait: Korban Arakian Character Portrait: Bjorn Steelheart Character Portrait: Rickard Drakon

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Keren Chaikin


The loud clap of foot against cold stone filled the hall of the keep as the steward walked towards his lady, Keren Chaikin. His proud horns stretched out a foot above his head, and his deep caramel skin had an almost shine to it form the morning light. The steward bowed when he reached the table, and opened the old tome he had tucked under his arm and reached for his quill before reading off about the lady's holdings.

Income: 33g (Gold), 26s (Silver) at 84% tax

Total Gold:
1033g 26s

Building being built/time remaining:
N/A

Standing Army: ???

Food Storage:
You have 151 sacks of flour in your food storage (I took 20% of your food intake.)

Land: You have 45 small farms dotted around the plains of your land. Most of your land is unexplored.

Population: Inside village: 115 Outside village: 227

Villager Opinion: Your villagers like you despite the high tax because you are one of them! This is a... safe haven for Ke'rata and the only one in all of Bretonnia. They have no where else to go that would be free of persecution, so they are stuck with you good or ill, but for now, they see it as good.

Neighbors Opinion
: You are a low-born playing at being a knight, and your.. kind is not fit to be treading on noble Bretonnia, in fact, your lucky that your kind is fit to be alive at all. You are a mockery of everything a knight should be.

Courts Opinion:
They do not know, or truly care about you. You are some unknown knight that has not truly done something worthy of note, but you can be assured that due to your... background, you would find few supporters in the court.

General Populace Opinion:
Not very well known, so there really isn't an opinion. Some people know of a village of horned demons led by a demon succubus who seduced the Duke, but few people truly know about you.

Events: None this turn.

Finished reading, the steward tapped the quill against his chin, "My lady... we have much gold with which to build, but for the life of me, I cannot find information on the soldiers, my lady. Do you know? It would help greatly." He said preparing to write it down in his great tome. He was hoping for numbers, and what equipment they had, but he doubted it would be anything luxurious. "Is there anything you wish to see done?" He asked.


(Same as Keren's really. I will give everyone special little intro stories for every turn later, but as for now it would just get repetitive.)


Worren Banehallow


Income: 22g 05s at 50% tax

Total Gold: 1022g 05s

Buildings being built/time: N/A

Standing Army: ??? (Inform me please)

Food Storage: You have 175 sacks of flour in your storage.

Land: You have 35 farms, and most of your land is unexplored.

Population: 187 inside village, 146 outside

Villager Opinion:
Your people love you. You have one of the longest taxes in the entire kingdom. Your people eat well and are generally happy. Your people do not care that they know nothing about you as long as they are being well fed, and their children are growing fat, who cares?

Neighbors Opinion: The other knights see you as a dirty-no-named knight who mingles with the people a little to closely. They would not be remiss if you vanished as their own people are growing envious of yours.

Courts Opinion: You are an unimportant knight who has done nothing of note.

General Populace Opinion:
Just as with the court, in the grand scheme of all of the land of Bretonnia, you are just another knight.

Event: None this turn.


Damien Le Mort


Income: 34g 70s 62c (Copper) at 75%

Total Gold: 1034g 70s 62c

Buildings being built/time left: N/A

Standing Army: ???

Food Storage: You purchased 150 sacks of flour

Land: Your land is too mountainous and forest covered for farms, and it is also mostly unexplored.

Population: 283 villagers... no one goes outside the village unless to hunt or work at the lumbermill.

Villager Opinion:
They like you.. sure work in a mine is never good at it really is just a cave that they have to go in and swing pickaxes around all day and many people have died from cave-ins and of exhaustion, but it pays well. Your lower tax allows them to eat far better then they did before your nobles arrival, so overall, there is a positive disposition towards you.

Neighbors Opinion: Your an overgrown ox of a man, whose mother was most likely visited by some savage, dirty Norse invader.

Courts Opinion
: They do not know or care about you. Its not you, personally, just that you do not have the power or reputation to be of note.

General Populace Opinion:
Same as the courts really, who cares about a no-name knight.

Event: None this turn


Alexander Lancaster


Income: 41g 36s 25c at 92%

Total Gold: 1041g 36s 25c

Building being built/time left: N/A

Standing Army:
???

Food Storage:
68 sacks of flour in storage

Land: You have 17 farms, and most of your land is unexplored.

Population: 197 people inside your village, 83 people outside

Villager Opinion:
Quite simply, you are milking your fathers reputation. The villagers still hold out hope that you will be like your father, or even half the man your father was, but their children go to sleep hungry, so dreams and hopes can only last so long.

Neighbors Opinion: You are still a low-born wretch at the end of the day. Your father was a traitor, and his blood runs through your veins. You are a mockery of a knight, you are nothing more then a common brigand bullying good people of bretonnia from their money (Which should be going to their pockets.)

Courts Opinion:
No one really remembers the small rebellion your father lead that the king crushed merely because he was hungry for a little piece of glory.

General Populace Opinion: Once again, you are just another small time knight in the vast kingdom of Bretonnia.

Event: None this turn


Korban Arakian


Income: 36g 50s 25c at 90%

Total Gold:
1036g 50s 25c

Buildings being built/Time left: N/A

Standing Army:
???, You have 50 mercenaries in the guild, and they refuse to pay taxes if you want them to act as a village guard. They will still demand pay if you want them to fight in a battle.

Food Storage: You purchased 150 sacks of flour

Land: Despite your land being cold and not good for plant growth, some people still try, you have 12 small farms. Your land is mostly unexplored.

Population: 232 villagers, 63 people living outside.

Villager Opinion: You an average knight. You treat them like people which is a plus, but your tax rate is the standard high tax rate that is shared throughout the kingdom. They do not like you or hate you, you are simply their lord.

Neighbors Opinion: You are a son of a low-born mercenaries (Mercenaries are looked down upon by knights), but you do what you are asked of, so they view you as useful, but not someone they will generally invite over for dinner.

Courts Opinion: Don't really know or care about you. Just another no name knight as long as you pay your tax, there will be no problems.

General Populace Opinion: Same as the Courts... save for the tax part, they could care less if you paid your tax.

Event: You had an Event!!! A Knight Errant by the name of Sir Bran Cadret has stopped by in your castle. He offers his services to you for one month. He is a young knight of only 15 years, but comes from a well-respected family and has been training since he was seven years old in the ways of war. He is brash and impatient hoping for glory to prove his families honor, but remember, there is still baby fat on his cheeks. He rides a dark-gray warhorse called Storm, he carries a lance, a longsword, and a shield. He has heavy chainmail armor (Thick chainmail with metal plates here and there.).


Bjorn Steelheart


Income: 33g 48s 8c

Total Gold: 1033g 48s 8c

Buildings being built/time left: N/A

Standing Army: 20 veteran Norse warriors wearing chain-mail and leathers (I assume, correct me if I am wrong with your post)

Food Storage: 139 sacks of flour (20% of your intake)

Land: You have 41 small farms, and your land is most unexplored.

Population: 132 people living inside your village, 205 people living outside the village

Villagers opinion: Their lord is one of them, a loud-mouthed, uneducated, drunkered who seems to have a flair for wenching. Your tax is.. well, its not terrible, but it is you that they like. They see you favorably.

Neighbors opinion: Once again, you are a low-born and uneducated barbarian. You are not worthy of the title Knight, and you are an embarrassment to Bretonnia.

Courts opinion: Surprise!... well, no it isn't. They do not care about you. You do not have the power to make them take notice.

General Populace opinion: Your just another knight to them in a tiny piece of land. Your name never passes their lips.

Event: Nothing


Rickard Drakon


Income: 40g 94s

Total Gold: 1040g 94s

Buildings being built/time left: N/A

Standing Army: 40 Men-At-Arms with Chain-mail, short spear, shield, and sword.

Food Storage: 102 sacks of flour

Land: You have 32 farms and your land is mostly unexplored.

Population: 121 villagers, 213 people outside of village

Villagers opinion: Well, what can be said? He is just another knight. He doesn't tax as hard, but he is not a 'man of the people'. They don't love him, but they don't hate him either. In fact, I would say they lean more towards like then dislike due to the lower tax.

Neighbors opinion: Your from an esteemed family and have a basic understanding of etiquette. While they will not probably jump in front of an arrow for you, the local knights like you well enough... or should I say, like your fathers influence then you.

Courts opinion: In the Dukes court, your fathers name is known, but yours is not so known. You came to court once or twice, but its not worth remembering. You are just the youngest son of a wealthy Knight, just a small time knight. Not many care.

General Populace opinion: Well... yea. The peasants of Bretonnia do not speak of your name with reverence, in fact, they do not speak of it at all. You are unknown across the great expanse of Bretonnia.

Event: Nothing

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Keren Chaikin

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Keren propped her legs up on the table in thought. She brushed some of her hair out of the way and sighed. "Aderfos, can you train a few more of our kind in the healing magics? I have a feeling we might need to prepare for invaders and that sort..." Zohar nodded and leaned on the table, looking at his sister.

"If they're anything like the anthro'pous we fought when we were only younglings, then we will have no problems, sister dearest. But you are the knight." Keren laughed and looked at the steward, who seemed to look a bit fidgety.

"Do tell us what's on your mind, epo'ptis..." she said and the steward nodded.

"Of course, kyri'a mou. I was thinking that we train a small squad of hunters under you, much like the I'skios of old legends." That had Keren thinking. "Also, if we train enough of our older younglings to control their horns, then they may be your guard. We will need an army, kyri'a mou... These anthro'pous are cocky and greedy..."

"I understand... Aderfos, get Mite'ra and help her to training the men and women. Send the most agile of them to my stables and the stronger ones to Pate'ras in the blacksmith. He'll train them to be good guardsmen. Epo'ptis. I need you to gather as much intel on our neighbors as possible. It may not be a war but it's best to be prepared. Also, I wish for a messenger to try to find us an ally in one of the other keeps... Staying isolated is not good." The two men nodded and left the female knight to her thoughts. Her friend and companion, Flog'eros, trotted over from his spot on the cool stone floor and rested his large head on her shoulder. He snorted, making her stand and pat his neck. "Come, we have much to do." She led him back to the large water stables beside the keep. A couple of greenhorns were waiting already, antsy to get their hands on some bows.

"Kyri'a mou, we've been waiting." They bowed and Keren raised her hand.

"Here, in this stable, I am Archigos I'skios." They nodded and she smiled, a slight grin on her face. Flog'eros trotted back to his stall and sat in the cool water. "Until our toxovoli'a veli̱nekes are complete, we will use the wooden fence. Everyone grab a to'xo and let's begin." The men nodded and did as they were told. Keren's grin got bigger. They would do just fine as I'skios.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Keren Chaikin Character Portrait: Damien Le Mort Character Portrait: Alexander Lancaster Character Portrait: Korban Arakian Character Portrait: Bjorn Steelheart Character Portrait: Rickard Drakon Character Portrait: Fiora Benedict

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Keren Chaikin


"Keep your shield up!" The sergeant called to the new bloods. "You are going to get skewed by the first Anthro'pous you meet, and I guarantee you he won't let his shield drop."

The recruit nodded his head vigorously, his horns seeming to leave a trail from the speed. "Good boy, now do it again." And the two collided as sticks met shield, the low crack filling the plains, but the sergeant brought down the stick hard on the recruits head, a crack and a cry of pain followed.

"What did I tell you boy? Keep that bloody shield up!" He called to the boy nudging him with the stick, "On your feet, your embarrassing yourself." The boy struggled to his feet, his eyes still filled with tears as his head wrung with pain, "Alright boy, get yourself over to the apothecaries, and next time keep your damnable shields up!"

Income: 19g 28s 38c at 84% tax

Total Gold: 1052g 54s 38c

Building being built/time remaining:

toxovoli'a veli̱nekes - A very simple archery range. It is merely 8 moveable straw targets that can be set 50, 100, or 150 paces. It has a wooden fence at the end that is 6 feet high to help protect anyone walking by from stray arrows. There are 15 people working on it, and it should be completed next turn. If you want to make it longer, or add new buildings to it such as a bowyer and fletcher just tell the foreman.

Standing Army:
10 I'skios in training armed with bows and no armor, being paid 8 silver each until training is complete. Basic training will take roughly 2 weeks. You purchased 150 arrows from a traveling merchant. 50 practice arrows and 100 arrows for field use as well as 20 spare bow strings, and 5 short bows to be stored. (You don't really need to worry about the numbers. Its more for me.)

26 guardsmen in training armed with... and no armor, being paid 8 silver each. Speed of training depends on the weaponry being used. (Spears are easier to use, while something like a sword, halberd, or glaive will take some training.)

Food Storage:
You have 234 sacks of flour in your food storage

Land: You have 45 small farms dotted around the plains of your land. Most of your land is unexplored

Population:
Inside village: 115 Outside village: 227

Villager Opinion: This is their only settlement in this entire kingdom, maybe one of the few in the world, they wouldn't leave even if they were starving. They like you well enough, taxes aren't dreadful.

Neighbors Opinion: Well... A neighbor likes you, but his neighbors don't like him, so you are still where you started, a low-born peasant pretending to be a knight. A sub-human demon.

Courts Opinion: who is this Keren?

General Populace Opinion: Who?

Events: You got a good event!!!

A messenger hobbles into the keep hall favoring his left leg. Every time he places weight on it his face contorts in pain, the traces of bruises can be seen on his body, and a old bandage stained red with blood is wrapped around his bicep, "Kyri'a mou, I have a letter from a knight who... was most unusual, but wishes to create an alliance."

Dear Keren Chaikin,

I am Sir Godric Bedwyr, now while many of the fellow knights here would never be seen caught dead talking to you or your people, I am not one of those sorts. I once met your mother, a rather handsome woman if I say so myself, a shame she was already married as she would have made a worthy lady of Birthkeep. In fact, if your father is not still with us in this world, I would be very interested, but I digress, I am willing to give my word of support on the battlefield in exchange for your peoples medical expertise free of charge.

If you are ever near Birthkeep, be sure to visit as I have a son who is roughly your age, and be sure to bring your dear mother along. Give your mother my best as I can still picture her beauty when I close my eyes, be sure not to mention that to my old hag of a wife.

Sincerely,
Sir Godric Bedwyr.



Keren let her brother tend to the messenger before they sat back down to read the letter. The man was interesting, though both siblings were glad that their father was training her men at the moment. If Ke'rata were anything to their mates, it was protective.

"Well, Zohar, what should we do?" She asked, flopping the letter on the table. Zohar had his own Neroippos, Pag'eros or Icy in there with him. Zohar ran a hand through the kelp in her mane and nodded.

"He will be good for us... He can send troops while we train our own. And he has a son." Zohar reasoned with his sister. Keren raised a delicate eyebrow at her brother and tapped Flog'eros' nose when he reached for the letter.

"I wish to marry a strong, handsome man, not someone who's father decided to sent us troops. If he wants my hand in marry, he will follow tradition. It's the last we have of our people." She said, leaning back and allowing Flog'eros to eat the letter after she wrote the name down in her swirling script.

"Of course, I never said otherwise."

"Don't get cocky with me, Zohie." she said, smiling as she wrote a return letter thanking him. Zohar only stood and left the room, laughing.

Reports of the neighbors.


The epo'ptis kept his eyes glued to the pile of papers in his hands as he approached Keren, "Kyri'a mou, I managed to scrounge up some information on the nearby Knights through a scout and talk with the merchants, there are four knights that own the land around us." He said placing the first paper down on the table, "Sir Godric Bedwyr, a knight of... well, he does not have a great reputation. They say he is nearing his 50th year, and enjoys the girls at the wash (Girls who do the laundry for him), He has a sizable estate and, from what I hear, he has a fairly large force. His wife is called the "Shrew of Birthkeep" A nickname, supposedly, the Knight himself gave her. He has two sons, his youngest who is known as a boy-lover was all but disowned, and forced to take up the Questing Vow. He has not been seen in some time. His oldest son is Luther Bedwyr, he is called the 'scholar knight' by his people and seems generally well liked, but he does not speak." He said pausing, "I admit, I was confused by that thinking he was a man of silence, but it seems, he is dumb. Born that way from what I heard."

He rifled to the next paper, "Sir Alain Bors, it is said he is rather handsome, but from what the merchant told me, he is a rather... cruel man. Not so cruel to his people or others, but it is said women leave his chambers with bruises. He is a knight of the court who spends most of his time, as the merchant says. "On 'is knees with his lips puckered firmly against the Baron's arse." I was not able to get much information on his land, but I assume he does not have many men, probably relying on his connections to protect him."

"Sir Artus Caliburn, not much is known about this knight, Kyri'a mou, it seems he almost never leaves his castle and when he does his eyes are bloodshot from lack of sleep. It's said he lost his wife and daughter in a raid by beastmen and since then he has never been the man he once was. They say a man in black clothing comes to visit the castle once in awhile, but due to the knights absence the land has fallen into.. well, it is not doing very good. The village is run by bandits and ruffians, there are beastmen running rampant through his lands killing the farmers. It is not a good situation there."

"Sir Claron Flollo, this knight seems rather normal. He taxes his people heavily and is known to through his own small balls for his friend. He is married to a rather handsome women, with a 'bosom that could smother a boar." or so the merchant said. His village is downtrodden, and his people are starving, but he has many Men-At-Arms to protect his investment and keep his guest safe."

The steward placed the papers on the table and awaited her response.

Keren sighed. "Thank you. Find some way to ask Caliburn if he needs outside assistance. Keep me posted on Bors and Follos... I suppose Bedwyr in an ally now... Prepare to send someone over there and tell him to start building a road between the two keeps. My men grew up in plains lands but a road would be safer." Zohar nodded.

"I agree wholeheartedly. Though we should help Caliburn anyways. Even if he says he doesn't need our help, our troops need a practice run and that seems to be a good place to start. And if he pays us afterwards is his own agenda." Zohar explained, sitting on the large desk that his sister poured over now.

"If you say so brother. And this Luther, he's dumb you say? If this Bedwyr really wants our magic, we might as well teach his son to speak. Also, try to track down the disowned one, if you can. He seems to have something our people need. Besides, our kind isn't as opposed to "boy-lovers" as these fickle humans are." she told the other Ke'ratan, not looking up from her letter to the Duke, asking when his next ball was.


Damien Le Mort


"'Ey Roric. Heard ya and the miss last night." The thin man said before swinging his pickaxe once more into the stone wall, the dim light from a nearby lantern showed the soft yellow streaks in the wall as the crack of metal meeting stone filled the thin cave where other men worked in various stats of undress as swinging a pickaxe all day inside a small cave filled with other warm bodies was not very... cool nor refreshing. The smell alone made people want to gag.

Roric stopped his work, even going as far as to lean on his pickaxe, "Heard that did ya? Impressed I bet?"

The skinny man gave a shrug, "Well impressed by how short it all was." He said with snicker. "That's not funny you little weasel." Roric said balling up his fist.

"Of course it is you big oaf." The skinny man said holding his pickaxe in his tight clenched hands ready to swing it and knock the big man down, "I knew that big size was hidin' somtin."

"I warned ya!" Roric roared jumping at the skinny man. A few other miners stopped working and watched as the skinny man swung his pickax only to get a punch to the face for his efforts. "Fight!" Someone shouted down the way, and hell broke loose.

Income: 30g 31s 88c at 75%

Total Gold: 1065g 02s 50c

Buildings being built/time left: N/A

Standing Army:
25 Men-At-Arms: Spears, chain-mail, and shields (Inform me if this is wrong.) being payed 10 silver.
23 recruits being paid 8 silver until training is done, armed with spears, shields, and no armor, expected to finish basic training in 2 weeks. (They will know how to jab, point the spear in the right direction, and hopefully know how to use their shields)

Food Storage: You purchased 150 sacks of flour again, and you know have 211 sacks of flour in storage.

Land: Your land is too mountainous and forest covered for farms, and your land is still mostly unexplored.

Population: 283 villagers... no one goes outside the village unless to hunt or work at the lumbermill.

Villager Opinion: You have low tax and are a man of the people. Mining life is never easy, but it pays well, and having a boss like you is always a benefit.

Neighbors Opinion: Dirty low-born man who is going to get infected by the peasant filth, if he hasn't already, you have land that you do not deserve.

Courts Opinion: Yea that one guy... No, just kidding. Get out there and slay some dragons.

General Populace Opinion: "Well... maybe if there was a few dead dragons laying around..." (Jking.. don't really fight one yet...)

Event: None this turn


Alexander Lancaster


"I told you!" The old woman shouted at her young son-in-law who was trying to enjoy a 'nice' meal of gruel, "I told you he would be a nice man like his father before him! No one could have a daughter that sweet and be a bad man!"

The son gave out a tired sigh, placing the wood spoon into the bowl with a splat, "Sure mother. Ya mean like the bone break'n taxes he had? We 'ere sharing one measly bowl of gruel!"

The old lady snapped her fingers in anger, "Lads father died! He needed time to find out who he was." The son rolled his eyes, "Yea', I've eard this a thousan' times, n'ver would'a married your daughter if I knew who'd I would get stuck with."

Income: 37g 25s at 80%

Total Gold: 1077g 61s 25c

Building being built/time left: N/A

Standing Army:
20 men training with... no armor. Being paid 8 silver until training is complete, estimation till completion: ?? Depends on weapons.

Food Storage:
83 sacks of flour in storage

Land: You have 17 farms, and most of your land is being explored, check bellow for reports.

Population: 197 people inside your village, 83 people outside

Villager Opinion: The villagers are ecstatic! For the first time in a long time you have renewed their hope in you! Some already whisper that they were right in that you would be a great man like your father, and in time, may even surpass him.

Neighbors Opinion: Just a low-born man playing at knight. Loosening your grip on your peasants only confirms your weakness. Word of your daughter has been spread around the knights and a few have even shown interest... a women who knows how to hold a sword and has a good head on her.. word is she is not bad on the eyes either.

Courts Opinion:
Well, your not really know. I am sure you are a good guy, but just not famous enough.

General Populace: Need more deeds before you will awe the people of bretonnia.

Event: None this turn

There is a letter sitting on the desk in your study from the scouts.

My Lord,

Our search is under way, near the base of the cliff, we have found a few caves, but we did not enter. The men refused under some superstitious nonsense saying there mothers aunt child was taken away into these caves, we have however, spotted a strange outcropping of trees we will be investigating.

- Scouting party Leader Lyons Rev



Bjorn Steelheart


My Lord,

Ain't much to tell ya, we found some tracks of some nasty creatures, and we have seen a rather solid hill we are going to take a look at see if there might be something of use. I decided to ignore the tracks for now and focus on the hill, Boris nearly fell into a hole awhile back, stupid clout, his foot went right through the earth. Seems something might be down there, probably tunnels of some sort, but we don't have the man power to check it out. Probably just little buggers not even worth an axe blow, but Id rather have the earth under my boots then over my head.

- Krogar


Income: 1g 10s 1c (Price of mill was deducted) at 85%

Total Gold:
1036g 18s 9c

Buildings being built/time left:

Mill: Your standard mill with a nice windmill at the top which helps give boost to the large grinder inside that turns wheat into something a little more edible. 4 turns until completion with 20 people working on it being paid 8 silver each.

Standing Army:
20 veteran Norse warriors wearing chain-mail and leathers being paid 10 silver
36 recruits being trained with... and no armor. 8 silver until training is finished.

Food Storage: 198 sacks of flour

Land: You have 41 small farms, in all your land you have 52 head of cattle, 13 work horses, 1 warhorse, and a few donkeys, and your land is being explored.

Population: 132 people living inside your village, 205 people living outside the village

Villagers opinion: You are a man after your peoples hearts... well, the men in the village. The wenching, the drinking, and the power your man radiates get their blood boiling. The women see you in mixed views: Some see you as powerful and enticing, others see you as a dirty, foul-mouthed ruffian.

Neighbors opinion: You are still a fool and a dirty barbarian. No one would cry if you turned up dead. Or did not turn up at all.

Courts opinion: Surprise!... well, no it isn't. They do not care about you. You do not have the power to make them take notice. (Ima leave this, I still find it funny.)

General Populace opinion: There are some benefits to being a nobody, no one takes the time to judge your every actions.

Event: Good Event Alert!!!

Lyra pulled on her horses reign as she her blue eyes searched the small village and keep in the distance for any signs. This was merely the next stop for her on her journey, but she had heard stories in the last keep... Of a loud barbarian who devoured young virgins, but there were just stories, they had to be. This was Bretonnia the land of brave knights, not the land of dirty men.

She was a damsel of the Lady, and she would not quiver like a little girl! Still.. doubts prickled her mind, and she glanced at her two protectors for reassurance. The young Errant Knight Alis Hebron, he was... cute in his fashion. He was always talking about how he would be the greatest knight in the kingdom and someday be a great dragon slayer. He had short cut brown hair, and bright green eyes, but he had probably never seen true combat, but he was sweet.. much sweeter then her other companion.

He only called himself Sir Hector, and nothing else. She should be grateful to have a Grail Knight protecting her, but he was so cold as if this all meant nothing to him. He had long dark hair that was graying at the temples and his face had so many scars on them.. Lyra had offered to heal them numerous times, but every time he said no, a scar was a lesson that should not be forgotten. He only took that dark silver helm off when they went to bed.. it was an interesting helmet, had a dragon at the top that appeared ready to fly off and claw someone or something to death, and she could never explain it, but she felt so safe with the knight, perhaps because he was also touched by the Lady?

Digging her heels into her horse she took off towards the village, her long blond hair flying behind her, but no matter how she try, she could not stop her quivering heart.


Rickard Drakon


My Lord Drakon,

We have found... something. It resembles a large lizard with very large teeth. It has.. fur, M'lord, I am not quite sure what it is, I have never seen anything like it. It is not showing hostility towards us, so I sent one of the boys back with it following him to the castle, so you can see. I told him to keep his sword drawn encase it were to attack the villagers.

I am sure you can probably see it by now, but I still feel the need to write it down should something happen. We have found nothing of note yet, just more plains. We are going to follow the river for a few days before turning off.

- Roger Courne


Income: 4g 33s 75c at 80%

Total Gold: 1045g 27s 75c

Buildings being built/time left:
7 watchtowers being built by 28 people (4 on each) being paid 8 silver a piece, they will be done in four turns. They are very simple watchtowers with a tall, four point base that are tree logs dug into the ground and nailed to the small floor that the watchmen will stand upon. There will be a small railing so a drunken guard does not fall off, but no roof to speak of. There are a few 2 by 6's crossing the four logs giving it extra support.

Standing Army:
40 Men-At-Arms with Chain-mail, short spear, shield, and sword being paid 10 silver.
18 recruits armed with... and unarmored, they are being paid only 5 silver but are being housed in the barracks.

Food Storage: 173 sacks of flour

Land: You have 32 farms and your land it is being explored by three riders as you gave all the free horses (besides your warhorse) to them to use.

Population: 121 villagers, 213 people outside of village

Villagers opinion: Well, they could do worse, and probably couldn't do better. You are a fair man, and your taxes aren't starving them, so life is not bad. It is a peaceful time, and its nice to see that you are taking their safety into your concerns (Or so they assume.)

Neighbors opinion: You come from a high family, but they are doubtful you will have your fathers honor. They consider you to be just a boy hiding behind the legs of your powerful father. A daddies boy who will never grow out of his fathers shadow like a true Knight of Bretonnia would.

Courts opinion: Your fathers name is known in Lyonesse, but yours is not.

General Populace opinion: No... your father has never done anything truly noble or great that has marked him in hush spoken tavern legends, neither have you, so they don't know or care about you... yet.

Event: You got a Good Event... Kinda!

The scout resisted the urge to look back at the thing following him, or look at the growing crowd that was making sure to stay back. They whispered in hush voices pointing at the strange creature, the over-grown lizard with huge teeth and fur, but even crowded as it was, the creature showed no signs of anger or hostility.

The Scout pushed open the door, and bowed, "Mi'lord.. I um... brought the scout report, and..." His voice died off, "Something else.."


Korban Arakian
(Need to get a post up mate, so I can give you a better intro)


Income: 37g 32s 55c at 90%

Total Gold: 1074g 05s 80c

Buildings being built/Time left: N/A

Standing Army:
???,
You have 50 mercenaries in the guild, and they refuse to pay taxes if you want them to act as a village guard. They will still demand pay if you want them to fight in a battle.
Food Storage: You purchased 150 sacks of flour, you now have 219

Land: Despite your land being cold and not good for plant growth, some people still try, you have 12 small farms. Your land is mostly unexplored.

Population: 232 villagers, 63 people living outside

Villager Opinion: You an average knight. You treat them like people which is a plus, but your tax rate is the standard high tax rate that is shared throughout the kingdom. They do not like you or hate you, you are simply their lord.

Neighbors Opinion:
You are a son of a low-born mercenaries (Mercenaries are looked down upon by knights), but you do what you are asked of, so they view you as useful, but not someone they will generally invite over for dinner.

Courts Opinion: Don't really know or care about you. Just another no name knight as long as you pay your tax, there will be no problems.

General Populace Opinion: Same as the Courts... save for the tax part, they could care less if you paid your tax.

Event: The Knight Errant is still at your keep.


Fiora Benedict


Lady Fiora Benedict,

My lord, the King, wishes for me to thank you for the... business you took care of with that jealous husband. Nasty business if that had gotten out, but you are as efficient as always. He gives you his best.

Sincerely,
The Royal Steward.

Charles Renington


Income: 40g 43s 25c at 90%

Total Gold: 1040g 43s 25c

Building being built/time left: N/A

Standing Army:
25 Men-at-Arms with spears, chain-mail, and shields (Feel free to change these guys weapons, since they are your starting unit, their weapons are up to you really.) at 10 silver a piece

Food Storage:
158 sacks of flour in storage

Land: You have 44 small farms and your land is mostly unexplored

Population: 128 villagers, 221 people living outside.


Villager Opinion: You are the Witch for a reason... Your father was a great man, but his daughter was an apple that fell far from the tree. They do not hate you, your tax is high, and you seem to be made of ice... so you intimidate them a little. You give off an 'unapproachable' vibe.

Neighbors Opinion: Your father was an embarrassment to the knights, but you, you are not. You have proven your worth to the King, himself, and so are a valued knight. They like you... and those who don't would never cross you directly as they fear your connections.

Courts Opinion: Some in the court do know your name! You are the kings lackey, but with that title comes a certain amount of power. Many of the Kings Court will not cross you, at least, not cross you when you are acting out the Kings will. The Lyonesse's Duke Court, however, does not hold you in the same high regard.

General Populace: Some people know your name as the White Witch. They might not know of you personally, but they do know of the white haired, red-eyed witch who is does the kings bidding, they're whispera that perhaps you are a demon who is corrupting their King, but those are thrown out as this is the king. The man blessed by the Lady above all others, no demon could match the Ladies power.

Event: None this turn

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Keren Chaikin

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Keren finished her letter and looked at her brother. "Are you sure? I can go myself, Zoie..." she muttered, handing the finished parchment to the robed Ke'rata. He nodded and smiled at his sister.

"I'll be quite alright, you focus on our people, I will focus outside." he said, cryptically, making his sister glare at him before she shoved him out the keep door. He turned and bowed to his sister. "Anachoro'un tache'os" He stood and hugged his sister.

"Epistre'pste asfali'" She replied as Zohar mounted his horse and rode off. "Niv, Noy." she called, still watching her brother, two of her I'skios appeared, bowing in a crouch. "Go. Protect him with your life. That is an order." she pointed to Zohar's retreating form and they followed quickly.

"Kyri'a mou, we should visit our forges for the guardsmen. Also, a fletcher's apprentice will be needed, Tikva is aging..." her newest assistant, Hila told her. She nodded and the two entered the burning blacksmith. Of all the magics that the Ke'rata knew, their way with metal and other materials of earth was astounding. The weapsonsmith looked up and bowed.

"Kyri'a mou! What can I do for you?" he asked, making Keren laugh.

"The guardsmen need the standard equipment, you know how it is... Also, your daughter is needed by the fletcher. She is aging faster and faster..." The smith nodded and pulled out the metals they had. Keren ran her fingers over it before pointing to a dark red bar.

"Red steel? Are you sure? We have much of it but for sure weapons..." She smiled and nodded. "Of course, kyri'a mou..." She turned and entered the next smithy and ordered the armorsmith to craft the much needed armor, made from Ironwood before she entered the training grounds. The sounds of working and fighting mingled as sweat made the place reek.

"Sergeant!" she barked, making the man in question stand tall. "Calm down, I'm just here to tell you that everything needed for these greenhorns is being made as we speak. How are they coming along?" The sergeant snorted and turned back to the fighting.

"They're getting better, kyri'a mou. We'll have you a glorious army in no time..."

"Shall I help out then? What better way to learn more about your leader than train with them?" Both laughed and the sergeant barked him over to explain why their reigning knight was here.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Keren Chaikin Character Portrait: Damien Le Mort Character Portrait: Alexander Lancaster Character Portrait: Bjorn Steelheart Character Portrait: Rickard Drakon Character Portrait: Fiora Benedict

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Keren Chaikin


The Epo'ptis came into the hall with a hop in his step. As usual, he bore the financial and land reports, but he also had two other important letters. One from her brother Zohar, and one from the Duke, himself. Of course, in his mind, the Duke's letter was more important, but Zohar was in rather dangerous territory.. She could very well be displeased with him, if he held off that letter, so he made sure to drop the duke's letter underneath the letter from Zohar.
Hows things going?

We managed to sneak into Sir Caliburn's lands without any trouble. Although, we did see a large band of those things Anthro'pous call 'beastmen'. Human bodies, legs and head of a goat, strange things, but the look in their eyes held only hatred and pain. The ones we saw were about normal Anthro'pous height with polished horns and large axes. We should probably be watching this land a little more.

We had to pay a few coppers to the bandits guarding the town as there were too many to fight and not enough room, or enough people, for well... our kind to be able to sneak around. I attempted to seek an audience with Sir Caliburn, but the doors remained barred, man did not even take the time to tell us off, so we will be coming back soon.

-- Zohar


Income: 27g 58s 88c at 84% tax

Total Gold: 1080g 13s 26c

Building being built/time remaining:
toxovoli'a veli̱nekes - Your archery range is complete. Grats.

Standing Army:
10 I'skios in training armed with bows and no armor, being paid 8 silver each until training is complete. Basic training will be finished next week.
26 guardsmen in training armed with spears and no armor, being paid 8 silver each. Basic training will be finished next week.
36 suits of ironbark armor (Lightarmor) will be done next week.

Food Storage: You have 321 sacks of flour in your food storage

Land: You have 45 small farms dotted around the plains of your land. Most of your land is unexplored.

Population: Inside village: 115 Outside village: 227

Villager Opinion: Well, your still one of them! and they can still afford to eat which is always lovely. Maybe not eat well, but eat.

Neighbors Opinion: A neighbor likes you, but you know for sure that another one doesn't even deem you worth his time, the other two... who knows? Well, I do, but where is the fun in me just telling you?

Courts Opinion: Well... you have a nice personality if thats any consolation.

General Populace Opinion: ... nice personality, yatta yatta.

Events: You got a good event!!! Again.

Your blacksmith, for whatever reason, had the fires of the gods lit under him. He managed to do three weeks worth of work in one cutting down the time it would take for your armor to be created by... well, three weeks. It did not cost you any extra for this work.

To Lady Keren Chaikin,

Duke Owain Tor has invited you to take part in his Grand Tournament that will be happening next week. Your attendence is expected, and the prizes for the greatest warriors will be even greater.

The Duke looks forward to meeting you.

P.S, the Duke has expressed his desire that you bring your mother along as he wishes to see her once again.
- Sincerly,

Alaric, The Dukes ever faithful Steward



Damien Le Mort


The usually grunts and groans of the tranning field were no different today, although there was an oddity in the sight of the new recruits standing in a circle to watch a fight between their newest member, Avanc, and the sergeant who had been training them. Well, it hadn't been much of a fight as within a few moments, Avanc had the sergeant on his back, and his sword at his throat.

It had not taken Avanc long to become the bane of his 'superiors' but a hero to the other Men-At-Arms and recruits. They idolized his ability to stand up to people he should be bowing to, and his skill to back it up. Many of them have begun to mick his fighting moves at night when they were alone...

Income: 36g 74s 13c at 75%

Total Gold: 1101g 76s 63c (Grats on being the first person to earn 100 gold so far.)

Buildings being built/time left: N/A

Standing Army:
25 Men-At-Arms: Spears, chain-mail, and shields being payed 10 silver.
23 recruits being paid 8 silver until training is done, armed with spears, shields, and no armor, expected to finish basic training next week.

Food Storage: You purchased 150 sacks of flour again, and you know have 315 sacks of flour in storage.

Land: Your land is too mountainous and forest covered for farms, and your land is still unexplored.

Population: 283 villagers... no one goes outside the village unless to hunt or work at the lumbermill.

Villager Opinion: You showed mercy to two of the villagers, and for that your popularity has increased to the point where people do not mind working in the mine. Of course, such moral boost are only temporary, but it beats having to listen to complaints.

Neighbors Opinion: Still a dirty-lowborn peasant boy.

Courts Opinion: Killed any dragons lately?

General Populace Opinion: How bout dem dragons?

Event: None this turn

Sir Damien Le Mort,

You have been invited to the Dukes Grand Tournament that will be taking place next week. Your attendence is expected, and the Duke looks forward to seeing you.

Sincerly, the dukes ever faithful steward.


Sir Alexander Lancaster,
You have been invited to the Dukes Grand Tournament that will be taking place next week. Your attendence is expected, and the Duke looks forward to seeing you. He expects for you to bring your daughter to introduce her to the other knights as well, it is only proper.
Sincerly, the dukes ever faithful steward.



Alexander Lancaster


Income: 15g 78s at 80%

Total Gold: 1093g 39s 25c

Building being built/time left: N/A

Standing Army:
20 men training with... no armor. (Weapons still being made) Being paid 8 silver until training is complete, estimation till completion: ??

x20 Pugios daggers, x20 Gladius short swords, x20 Chain mail, x20 javelins, x20 Scutum shields... Swords, daggers, and javelins will be done in two weeks, shields and chain-mail in 5 weeks. The blacksmith has recruited a few boys in the village to help him further and has been teaching them how to make chain-mail, so they can take that over while he works on the other things.

Food Storage: 132 sacks of flour in storage

Land: You have 17 farms, and most of your land is being explored, check bellow for reports.

Population: 197 people inside your village, 83 people outside

Villager Opinion: They are still in high spirits from your lords apparant change of heart. Its been a while since their hopes were rewarded like that.

Neighbors Opinion: Well, your daughter has been the talk of late. Your name is not brought up in polite conversation.

Courts Opinion: Hm

General Populace: mhm

Event: You've had a good event!

My Lord,

Those strange tree outcropping were surronding a small puddle, whats interesting is there was some strange stone around it. One of the boys said the stone was 'limestone' Not sure what limestone is, but he said it was popular stone for a rock quarry.

- Scouting party leader Lyons Rev



Bjorn Steelheart

Jarl,

That 'solid hill' I was gonna look at it to see if it was a good place to build a strong watch tower at but, we found something. The hill... Its not made of good solid dirt. Its metal. We dug a little and just half a foot in, metal. We tried to die some more, but the metal kept going. We believe the entire hill is a giant bowl of metal. We decided to camp here for awhile to see what else we could dig up.

-Krogar


Sir Bjorn Steelheart,

You have been invited to the Dukes Grand Tournament that will be taking place next week. Your attendence is expected, and the Duke looks forward to seeing you in action.

Sincerly, the dukes ever faithful steward


Income: -58s 05c at 85%

Total Gold: 1035g 60s 04c

Buildings being built/time left:
Mill: Your standard mill with a nice windmill at the top which helps give boost to the large grinder inside that turns wheat into something a little more edible. 3 turns until completion with 20 people working on it being paid 8 silver each.

Abattoir: Your slaughter house is under construction. At the moment it is merely going to be a large fenced barn with tanning racks and of course, hooks in which to hang the sides of beef to drain it of blood. You have 20 people working on it being paid 8 silver each, construction should be done in 3 weeks.

Beehives/distillery/brewery to be expanded into something that can create enough mead to be traded: You have 20 people working on this as well being paid 8 silver each, construction should be done in 4 weeks.

Standing Army:
15 veteran Norse warriors wearing chain-mail and leathers being paid 10 silver
21 norse recruits being trained with axe and swords and no armor. 8 silver until training is finished. 2 turns until basic training is complete.
15 bretonnian recruits being trained with bows and spears, no armor. 8 silver until traing is complete. 1 turn until basic training is complete.
21 swords, axes, and spears being made, one turn for the spears, two turns for the swords and axes.
You purchased 15 longbows from the merchant.

Food Storage: 243 sacks of flour

Land: You have 41 small farms, in all your land you have 52 head of cattle, 13 work horses, 1 warhorse, and a few donkeys, and your land is being explored.

Population: 132 people living inside your village, 205 people living outside the village

Villagers opinion: Your victory over the troll and the number of goblin and skaven heads caused a great celebration to erupt in the village. Only the wives of those dead men did not show up, but who has time to worry about grieving widows when there is ale to drink? So much ale was drank over the week that the Inn ran out and had to order new barrels.

Neighbors opinion: You are still a fool and a dirty barbarian even if you bested a troll in single combat and killed a hundred goblins with your hammer (Tales tend to get exaggerated.)

Courts opinion: The news of your duel with the troll and your single handed slaying of an army of greenskins spread far and fast. The tale will probably be replaced by another tale of heroism soon, but at least, for however long, the name Bjorn Steelheart is known.

General Populace opinion: The people are not quite as good at hearing news as the Court, but they still did hear of the tale of a lone knight against a horde of greenskins... however, it went from being a wild Norse, to a wild berserker, to a wild demon, to the green knight, to a lone Grail Knight.

Event: None


Chasing the Tracks


As The Steelheart and him Warriors rode forth, they sighted up ahead a trio of riders coming down the dirt road towards them, it appeared to consist of one slip of a girl and two heavily armed Knights.

Bjorn raised a hand, halting his riders.

"The hell are they?"

He demanded, bluntly, standing on tip toe, the Steward endeavoured to whisper to the Jarl that the girl was most likely a Maiden of the Lady, flanked by her two Knight protectors.

"Ah... A Sorcerer an' two extra blades? Well if they want room an' board they can bloody well work fer it."

"Hail!"

Bjorn called as the riders approached,

"I am Jarl Steelheart an' ye are on my land, yer welcome tae stay but ye will be expected to contribute yer sword-arms and magic tae the keeping of this land while ye are here."

The Barbarian turned Knight spurred his charger forward and looked the trio up and down,

"We 'ave reports of savage beasts roaming my lands, Orcs, Skaven maybe even Beastmen, it matters not, I intend to hunt them down an' place their heads on spikes above my keep, we could use the extra blades an' even magic, so fall in, I'm afraid yer baths an' beds will have tae wait, there's fightin' tae be done!

Prove yerselves Warrior tae me an' we'll talk more upon our return."

And so the Wild Hunt rode out, The Jarl, his Hurscarls, two Knights and the Sorceress cut an imposing sight as they galloped through the countryside, past lonely homes, hamlets and farmsteads in search of the tracks of which Krogan had spoke... And the creatures that made them...

Lyra's heart nearly exploded out of her chest, they were doing what? Savage beast? Orcs? Skaven... what were skaven? Beastmen? She felt herself starting to get woozy, how could they expect her to do this? She.. she couldn't right? It was too soon, she wasn't prepared for all this, and not only that, but the men looked so barbaric! Their beards alone were revolting as she saw bits of food in one, did they not shave like proper knights? Their leader seemed so crass...

"Calm yourself girl." Hector said. She wished she could see his face to see what emotions were playing across his face, but the blasted helmet blocked her chance! The much younger Errant Knight Alis pulled off his helmet, and flashed her a confident smile, "I can handle any savage beast. You are safe with me." While she did appreciate his kindness in saying so, the baby fat clinging to his cheeks didn't help ease her fear, but nonetheless, she trotted her horse after the barbarians, her two protectors following close.. well for awhile. Sir Alis couldn't control his eagerness, so spurred his horse on catching up to the barbarian in the plate-mail which he assumed was the leader.

"Hail! I am Sir Alis." He said trying to make himself appear more 'man' like to the large, bearded, and obviously veteran warrior, "The others are Lady Lyra, and.." He said his voice lowering, "Sir Hector.." and despite trying to make a good impression, he could not keep the reverence from his voice.

Bjorn Steelheart turned in his saddle at the sound of hooves and looked the young Knight Errant up and down as the boy pulled his horse alongside the Jarl's.

"Hail Sir Alis,"

The Norseman replied, with a nod,
"I am Bjorn Steelheart, Jarl o' these lands, although ye might call me a 'Knight' in yer tounge..."

The big man glanced back as the Knight introduced his companions and frowned slightly,
"The big lad in Armour looks like 'e can handle himself... But why does yer Shaman look so nervous?"

The Steelheart stroked his beard, wondering if his Steward had been right about the girl, Sorcerer's and magic changed between peoples and races, he knew, but she did not seem like the wise and powerful Sages to which the Norse were accustomed.

Bjorn glanced back at the boy,

"So... 'Ave any of ye seen combat before?"

Alis nodded eagerly, happy that the barbarian seemed friendly at least. Lyra was good conversation at times, and Hector, while being everything a young knight aspired to be, was a little too cold. Jarl? He almost said it out loud, but he did not want to seem foolish, so kept his mouth closed as the man explained. The armor said he was someone important, but that made sense, rumors about barbarians in the land, and now meeting this man, it all clicked.

"Oh, shes new." Alis said happy to feel like he was being useful, "She just came back from the Fae world. She has no experience in this world, with men, or with monsters, so its my job to protect her." He said beaming with pride at the concept; puffing his chest out a little, "And Sir Hector is a Grail Knight. A living saint, one of the chosen of the Lady, herself. Greatest knights in the whole kingdom. There is nothing that can kill them." He said, sure it was childish to think so, but it is what he had been taught since a child, and the dream of being a Grail Knight himself was still with him.

"Well..." Alis started, his chest deflating, "No.. I haven't been in a battle... or a fight." He mumbled. Other Errants his age had already killed numerous beastmen, "We ran into a large group of bandits, but Sir Hector took care of them while I guarded Lyra."

"B-but I have been training since I was only seven winters old." He said trying to regain some form of composure.
Bjron threw back his head and laughed heartily, clapping the young Knight Errant hard on the back in a friendly fashion as he did so.

"Ah I guess we all had tae start somewhere, by Ulric!"

He fixed Sir Alis with twinkling eyes and grinned wickedly,

"No experience with men, Eh Lad..? Not thought o' tryin' yer luck then?"

The Steelheart chuckled and shook his head,

"Well worry not, yer in good company here an' I imagine yer Grail Knight will protect yer Lady well enough, givin' ye plenty of time tae enjoy yer first combat, should this hunt go to plan."

Bjorn stroked his beard with one large, gauntleted hand,

"Since seven years o' age, Hmm? Well time tae put all that practice to good use, stick close to me lad, I'll see ye through this!"

The blow knocked the air out of his lungs causing Alis to gasp for breath. The man was far larger then him, and his hand alone was like a dinner plate. Ulric? Well, it was probably his own gods, but the next comment had his face flashing bright red, "O-of course not!" He said trying to appear tougher then he was, "Touching a Lady is considered a serious crime that the Goddess, herself, will punish. We don't protect her from those kind of things.." Alis said, the idea still causing him to be a bright scarlet, "I-I would never do something like that.."

"I will fight with honor." Alis said sitting up straighter, happy to have the conversation move on to something else, "You can count on me." He said will all the youthful bravado of a teenage 'hero'. "B-but, I don't need you to watch over me... I am a full knight now.." He mumbled.

Over the plains, the sounds of squeaking voices and small squeals sounded. The clash of steel on steel resounding throughout the nearby lands... whatever it was, there was a lot of them.

Bjorn grinned wickedly,

"Nay? Well dinnae worry lad, if ye survive this the wenches back at the keep will be oh so keen tae hear of yer heroic deeds... I'll introduce you to a couple later..."

The Norseman winked, before continuing,

"I'm not offering to babysit you lad, don't worry, but merely follow my orders an' do as the men do an' ye will be fine."
Suddenly, high pitched squeaks and the clash of steel could be heard echoing from up ahead, sitting up in his saddle, Bjorn frowned, suddenly alert, like a wolf scenting its quarry.

"Sounds like what were here for,"

He growled, turning in his saddle he nodded to the Maiden and her silent protector.

"Ye best stay back with yer escort, lass, we may well need use of yer healing magic after the fight but dinnae worry, stay far from the meele itself, if it starts to go badly fer us, get yerself to safety."

He turned back to Alis and nodded,

"Here's yer chance lad, do yer Ancestors proud!"

Raising his voice, he continued,

"Norsemen, lets Ride!"

As great cheer went up from the gathered Huscarls as a dozen booted feet put heels to the flanks of their mounts and Norseman and Knights alike surged forward towards the distant clash of steel...

Alis could not stop the blood that rushed to his head nor the heat radiating from his cheeks. The mere thought was almost enough to cause him to loosen his grip and fall off his horse, a grievous embarrassment to any knight. "R-right.." Was all he could manage. His instinct was to say no, he was fun as it seemed so... personal, and as a knight, he knew he was not supposed to be doing such things, but he could not repress the male hormones that jumped at the thought.

"I will." Alis said tightening his hold on the reins. He did not have to as he was a knight and technically Bjorn wasn't higher of rank as he held no title but 'Sir', but it was out of respect for the obviously older and more experienced warrior that he said so. '

The young knight jumped at the sounds the rush of adrenaline and fear rushing through his blood. "I am ready." He said placing his hand on the hilt of his blade.

Lyra didn't respond as the sounds of whatever was bellow had robbed her of her voice, so instead she gave a small nod. Hector, as always, said nothing, his helm showing little of what passed through his mind. All he did was bring his sword out a few inches so that it would slid free quickly should he have need of it.

The sight that greeted the Norse and Bretonnian knight was... breathtaking. It must have been a hundred or two gathered in the field below, and for a second Alir, and even some of the Norsemen prepared for a retreat for their was no hope against such a force, but then... they noticed something. It was not one group, but two. Half the enemy was shorter figures with black hooded covering their face, but everyone once in awhile a man spotted a small green army lash out with spear, and they were fighting an equally large group of odd creatures. They were bigger then the cloaked figures, and had fur hides. They resembled overgrown rats walking on two legs, and whatever was going on, it seemed they bore ill will towards each other.

Skaven met Night Goblin and they fought with a ferocity that was unexpected in their normally cowardly race. Blood ran in rivers as skaven and goblin hacked and clawed at each other, both sides leaders pushing them on towards greater acts of violence. The skaven were lead by a rather heavily armored rat, who ensured to stay far behind the front lines, whipping and cutting at skaven who backed away, and the goblins were leaded by a taller goblin who, to everyone's astonishment, was throwing green bolts of magic at the skaven frying them and pummeling them into the earth.

One of the Norse pointed to a hulking figure inside the goblins ranks and gave voice to the name all men feared, "Troll!"

Bjorn's brows furrowed as he observed the spectacle below him, The Steelheart's men watched their Jarl expectantly, gone was the jovial man of just a few minutes before and in his place now sat the focused, experienced Norse Warrior who had seen their Mercenary unit to victory many times before...

"Well now..."

The Norseman growled, stroking his beard with one gauntleted hand,

"What 'ave we here...?"

The Huscarls shifted in their saddles, some with excitement, some with nerves as they watched the scene unfold below them, Skaven and Night Goblin abroad in daylight... And locked in mortal combat without the usual screaming, hiding, begging for mercy and acts of cowardice...

A strange sight indeed.

All this information and more passed through Bjorn's mind as the big man considered his options.
"Seems the Duke thought it would be funny tae tithe me a Warzone..."

The Barbarian grunted, his beard twitching.

Turning in his saddle, Bjorn looked hard at his men.

"Well?! Are We Norsemen or weak Southling City Dwellers?! Since when did we fear Skaven an' Goblins?! Hells... Since when did we fear Battle an' Death fer Khartnath's sake?!"

The Steelheart unslung his massive Warhammer and hefted it in one large fist.

"We'll split into two groups an ride round the battle in pincer movement, out targets are the Chieftains, we strike hard, fast and true, as we would from our Longships, I shall take half of ye an' go after the Goblin Shaman... Alis, here's yer chance lad, ye take the other half an' go after the Skaven Warlord."

"We ride in hard, we don't hang about, we cut down any in our way and strike at the heart of these armies, then we get clear, stay on the move... The first one to die gets the Drinks in at Valhalla and waits fer the rest of us!"

A storm of laughter went up from the Norsemen as Bjorn threw back his head and howled, the cry was taken up by his Warriors as weapons flashed from sheath's, boots touched to horses flanks and the Nosemen set off as one, riding hard and fast down the hill...

Splitting neatly off into their two groups as they charged, the Warriors of Norsca descended upon the field below like a pack of starving wolves, eyes fixed upon their prey...!

It came unexpected to Skaven and Goblins when savage humans rode in and smashed them from behind. Axes rose and fell as the two groups hit the rear of the fighting masses. The norsemen hit the skaven hard as they are sliced and trampled by horses cutting out nearly their entire back rank and sending the ratmen reeling from the blow as seven of their kin fall in one savage ride. So many die, that they can not even strike back as the path is littered with their fallen, but the young Alir holding his faith in the lady close to his heart charges the leader of the skaven, and belows his challenge over the fight.

Much to his disappointment the skaven watches him for a second, before retreating deeper into the mass of skavens. Their lives were cheap, the leaders was not, but he ensured to still whip and bite as his fellows to ensure they fought on. Alir rought with fury at being snubbed turns his anger on the rest of the skaven, striking out with his blade as his horse lashed out in anger killing another three and this time fully destroying the entire back rank of the skaven.

Bjorn and his men met with similar success destroying almost the entire back rank of the goblins with the pure ferocity of the charge. Eight goblins fell to axes, warhammer, and horse, but unlike the skaven, the goblins were using spears, and so they lashed back jabbing and stabbing at the norse, most of the blows miss or leave small scratches, but one lucky blow passes under a norse's chin stabbing through the norse warriors windpipe and taking him off his horse. Sadly, for Bjorn and his men, the Goblin Shaman was deep within their ranks, and perhaps luckily, the troll was in their 'front' ranks killing skaven.

Despite the chaos, skaven and goblin continued to hack and slash at one another. The goblin horde stabs back, but perhaps due to their rather weak use of weaponry they kill only one skaven despite the numerous spear thrust they sent their way. The goblin shaman begins to whisper jumping around wildly as green energy flows through his limbs, and a collect shout of 'Ere we go!' rushes from the goblin's mouths as they attack again with renewed fury! But even with this new surge, they were not able to hurt the norsemen, and only kill another skaven... the rest of their blows bouncing off the skavens armor.

The skaven jab back killing only one goblin... and it is no wonder their battle had lasted so long before the norsemen had arrived. The troll gave off a great war cry and began his sweep crushing three skaven crushing them under his feet and snapping their spines with his big meaty hand.

The goblins fight on despite being cut off guard, but the skaven begin to wavier and finally break under the onslaught of troll and norsemen. They scatter in all directions, their command fleeing with them. Alir and his men give chase, too caught up in their bloodlust to notice anything else...

Bjorn cursed out loud as Skarin, the tall blonde Huscarl riding beside him, took a Goblin spear through the throat and fell, blood frothing from the wound.

In retaliation, The Steelheart bought his Warhammer down hard on the creatures upturned, snarling face, shattering its skull like glass and sending a vivid shower of gore spraying in all directions!

Still glowering, Bjorn thrust the large, iorn spike that topped his hammers head clean into a second Goblins chest, before twisting the weapon savagely and wrenching it free!

Another wicked swing caught an unsuspecting Goblin square in the temple as Bjorn thundered past, sending the creatured head snapping round with a sickening 'Crunch!' as its neck snapped like a twig...

Thrusting his bloodied hammer above his head, The Norseman howled out a savage, resounding battle cry in his native tounge...

"Skallwn für den Skallen Thron!"

He howled... as all across the front lines, the Skaven forces began to break and run, tails between their legs the Ratmen fled the battle ground, pursued by a mounted mass of howling Norse berserker's and the Bretonnian Knight...
Lowering his hammer, Bjorn Steelheart pointed its gore encrusted spike at the Goblin Shaman, cowering within the ranks of its black robed fellows and nodded, grinning savagely through bloodstained teeth as his Warriors reformed around him...

The message could not be clearer, The Norseman was issuing a challenge.

The goblin shaman made a unfriendly gesture that was well-known throughout all the world, he bent over and lifted his robe revealing to the world, and to Bjorn particular, his shiny green behind. The nearby goblins crackled with amusement... well, the ones who weren't locked in mortal combat with the norsemen. With the skaven fleeing, the large troll crashed through the goblins crushing two of the unluckier ones under his strides.

The norsemen continued their fight with the goblins crushing six more as their horses caved in skulls with their frightened kicks, and axes split little heads. Bjorn continued on his warpath striking down yet another three goblins as his horse crushed another one, wiping out yet another rank of the goblins.. but still the green tide surged forth as goblins jabbed over their fallen comrades.. well, comrades in a loose sense as more then a few goblins had dragged their fallen brethren behind the front lines to eat their dead bodies, but comrades nonetheless.

Anyways, getting back to the main battle, yet another norse warrior fell to a lucky blow biting through the chainmail and nearly ripping out the mans heart killing him instantly. The mighty troll reached the front lines and picked up a dead goblin swinging it at the norse warriors as a makeshift club, but the norse manage to scramble out of the way of the clumsy blows.

The shaman was not about to let the norsemans challenge go completely unanswered as he danced filled with green energy and made a motion much like a headbutt, but for whatever reason, the 'eadbutt didn't seem to work.

Alis and the five norsmen ride through the fleeing skavens hacking as they go cutting down 10 more of the fleeing vermin in their pursuit.

Under the furious assault, the goblins and the shaman flee! The troll, if a smarter creature, would have fled, but it lacked the common sense of the goblins, so while the smaller green creatures fled, the troll stood its ground, roaring its anger.
Bjorn actually laughed at the Goblins response to his challenge, before hefting his Hammer once more.

"I will fuck yer corpse."

He promised the Shaman, brining his Hammer down hard on the skull of another Goblin without as he spoke even turning his head.

With a roar of cruel laughter, the Norsemen struck again, axe and sword rose and fell with keen savagery as the Huscarls tugged extra weapons from their broad leather belts, shields slung over their backs and out of the way, giving them the freedom to maneuver.

The Steelheart rammed his iron shod boot down hard into the sneering face of a Goblin trying to clutch at the reigns of his steed, sending blood, bile and fangs flying in all directions as he rode down another of the foul creatures, crushing its frail body beneath his Stallions hooves.

Another Goblin, perhaps more stupid with that its fellows or just trying to gain affinity with its Chief, had dropped its spear and, with its robes hoisted up around its waist was proceeding to emulate the Shaman in wriggling its bare posterior at the Norsemen...

Spurring his mount on, Bjorn made straight for the creature and, lowering the steel point of his Warhammer like a lance proceeded to ram the Weapon... 'Home.'

The stricken Goblins ear splitting shriek was almost lost amongst the clamour of its fellows as they turned and began to flee from the savage Norse onslaught...

However before the Warriors could savour their victory, the massive form of the Cave Troll came lumbering to the fore, its small, beady eyes narrowed with malice, great ropes of drool hanging from its yellowed tusks, the creature was either far too savage or stupid to fear the Norse marauders before it...

Bjorn's bellow of fury matched that of the Trolls as he sighted the fallen form of Hurun, laying amongst the Goblin dead, it appeared a lucky spear thrust had skewered the Warriors heart in the melee, slaying the bold Norseman before he even struck the ground.

Throwing back his head, Bjorn let out another savage howl, that was again taken up by his remaining Warriors, lowering his head, the Norseman fixed the Troll with a glare of pure hatred as a familiar red mist began to descend across the Jarls vision...

Steelhearts body began to shake with rage, muscles bulging with pent up violence and adrenaline before the Warrior spurred his horse straight at the troll, howling in wordless rage once more, the usually jovial Norseman was began to foam wildly at the mouth...!

The remaining Huscarls took up the cry, spurring themselves forward with similar savagery as the Frenzy began to descend upon them all...

The goblins were still running using the distraction that the troll brought them to escape, but what was interesting was they seemed to 'vanish' behind a few trees to the east, what lay on the other side was a large hole that led to a series of vast tunnels. Alir and the other five norsemen continued to chase down skaven, but only Alir on his swifter bretonnian warhorse was able to catch another splitting its skull with the force of his blade. By now, the skaven were far to spread out and far for pursuit to be of any help as it would probably only leave them lost, alone, and stranded, so they fought back their urges and pulled on their reins stopping their horses from pursuing any farther.

The frenzied warriors turned to face the troll, but the troll had the advantage of being singled-minded and not having been distracted by the fleeing goblins. A huscal was smacked off his horse, his bone cavity crushed, but before he could even cry out in pain, the troll lifted another warrior off his horse and with a sickening crunch, smashed the man inside his hand.

The surviving huscal struck first his axe biting deep, but when the warrior pulled it out, the Trolls flesh seemed to instantly repair itself, the wound closing itself as good as new. The Jarl struck next with his might warhammer, but the hammer seemed to just bounce off the trolls flesh, and in anger, it turned to the Jarl and prepared to give out its most deadly of weapons, its vomit, but perhaps out sheer heroism, the last huscal rode his horse in the way, the vomit bathing him, but as he screamed in pain as the acid ate away at armor and flesh, he could only hope his sacrifice was not in vain.

The Jarl in a fury struck back planting three powerful strikes on the Troll hearing bone shatter beneath the blows, but once again, the Troll started healing... but it did not seem like it could heal all its wounds as it hobbled along, still intent on crushing the Jarl, but it was heavily injured, that much was obvious. The Troll struck back, but its slowed blows never landed, and once more the Jarl struck back looking to end the battle once and for all and succeeded, crushing the Trolls skull. The large beast lumbered around for a few minutes before finally falling, twitching twice.. and then lay still.


Rickard Drakon


Sir Rickard Drakon,

You have been invited to the Dukes Grand Tournament that will be taking place next week. Your attendence is expected, and the Duke looks forward to seeing you.

Sincerly, the dukes ever faithful steward.


Income: 39g 33s 75c at 80%

Total Gold: 1084g 61s 50c

Buildings being built/time left:
7 watchtowers being built by 28 people (4 on each) being paid 8 silver a piece, they will be done in three turns. They are very simple watchtowers with a tall, four point base that are tree logs dug into the ground and nailed to the small floor that the watchmen will stand upon. There will be a small railing so a drunken guard does not fall off, but no roof to speak of. There are a few 2 by 6's crossing the four logs giving it extra support.

Standing Army:
40 Men-At-Arms with Chain-mail, short spear, shield, and sword being paid 10 silver.
18 recruits armed with... and unarmored, they are being paid only 5 silver but are being housed in the barracks.

Food Storage: 201 sacks of flour

Land: You have 32 farms and your land it is being explored by three riders as you gave all the free horses (besides your warhorse) to them to use.

Population: 121 villagers, 213 people outside of village

Villagers opinion: Still the better then average lord. Your people still neither love nor hate you.

Neighbors opinion: At the end of the day, you are a boy living in your fathers shadow.

Courts opinion: Your fathers name is known in Lyonesse, but yours is not.

General Populace opinion: No... your father has never done anything truly noble or great that has marked him in hush spoken tavern legends, neither have you, so they don't know or care about you... yet.

Event: Not this time.

My Lord Drakon,

We have been traveling for sometime, and we ran into a merchant who swears up and down that a dragon lives in the neighbors land next to a very small village. I do not know if this is true or not, but I thought it would be good to tell you anyways.

The merchant held us up for some time, so sadly, we have not many any real progress yet.

- Roger Courne



Fopra Benedict


Sir Fiora Benedict,

You have been invited to the Dukes Grand Tournament that will be taking place next week. Your attendence is expected, and the Duke looks forward to seeing you.

Sincerly, the dukes ever faithful steward.


Income: 40g 43s 25c at 90%

Total Gold: 1080g 68s 50c

Building being built/time left: N/A

Standing Army:
15 Men-at-Arms with short spears, sword, chain-mail, and shields at 10 silver a piece
10 Men-at-Arms with 10 bows, daggers, and chain-mail at 10 silver a piece

Food Storage: 285 sacks of flour in storage

Land: You have 44 small farms and your land is mostly unexplored

Population: 128 villagers, 221 people living outside.

Villager Opinion: You are still the witch that has corrupted their king!... well... maybe... possibly... Their point is still valid!!

Neighbors Opinion: You are still the respected individual you were before. They would not dare go against you directly.

Courts Opinion: As someone who sees the King on a frequent basis, you are someone the King's court sees often. While the Lyonesse court does not see you very often, your reputation still preceeds you.

General Populace: Wicked white witch of the west?

Event...

Your villagers have been hearing... strange noises coming from the well, but the Men-At-Arms have dismissed such claims everytime as it could just be people trying to get attnetion, and they do not want to waste their time with it. People have been falling ill in the village, and the apothecary cannot seem to explain why or how...

Last night, a half-eaten body was found in the alleyway, and it looks like it belonged to a child! It has got the men and the villagers scared stiff, and their fears were answered when early in the morning, a flood of large dog sized rats flooded out from the well and into the town eating at well. They are making their way towards your storage intent on eating all the food there... and anyone who gets in their way.

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Keren quickly read both letters and looked over the reports. "Thank you..." She wrote back a letter to her brother, happy he was still fine. Though the beastmen were troubling. "Send this back to my brother. And tell the Duke we will both be there." She smiled at the Epo'ptis, who nodded and ran back out. Her mother entered through the door and smiled back at the retreating Epo'ptis.

"My, my, Agapitos... You seem to have lit the fire under everyone." Her mother laughed, her hand covering her mouth. Keren rolled her eyes and went back to the Duke's letter. Her mother plucked it from her hands to read it. "The Duke is smitten with me? Anthro'pous in this area are a strange people. Well, we might as well prepare for this. Tell me, do you have your light armor ready?" Keren sighed. "I figured... Which is why I already asked for it to be made. Thank me later."

"I'll thank you by winning you something." Keren said, standing up and gently hugging her mother. "Thank you though. I need to practice. Will you join me outside?" Both walked out of the keep and to the Toxovoli'a Veli̱nekes, where some of the I'skios were training. She pulled out her bow and strung it, her mother watching with pride. "Toss my Mite'ra a bow." she called as she notched her arrow and aimed. One of the I'skios did as they were told and her mother smiled and took aim as well. "Fire."

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Duke Byron's Castle


The large hall was bustling as numerous knights sat at the large table taking part in the normal knightly activity of boasting. Some spoke of their mighty conquest against orcs, some of ratmen, some of imaginary creatures intent on earning the respect of the more experienced knight, and then you had the older knights talking of the conquest in the bedroom. Serving girls danced around ensuring to stay just out of the range of the drunker men. Knights or not, they were still men at the end of the day... well at least most of them. In fact, just a second later a buxom blond serving woman was pulled into the lap of a old knight while his young son hid his face in shame at his lecherous father. The women knights were slightly more... polite, but only slightly as they were 'one of the guys' laughing as the older knight pulled the woman into his lap, and one rather rough looking lady knight even pulled a serving girl of her own into her lap causing an eruption of laughter.

A older gentleman with a sweeping gray mustache and long gray hair finally stood up raising his goblet waiting in vain for silence, and it wasn't until a servant smashed a rather large wooden cane against the stone floor did the voices gradually fall silent, the only sound was that of a certain blond woman attempting to wrest herself away from an old knight. "Welcome!" The richly dressed knight rumbled, "I am glad you all could spare the time to come to my castle, eat my food, drink my wine, and harass my serving girls!" He lifted his free left hand to stop the chuckles, "Now, we have some new knights I would like to welcome, Damien Le Mort, Alexander Lancaster and his daughter Luxa Lancaster, Keren Chaikin, Fiora Benedict... who some of you have heard stories about, Rickard Drakon of the esteemed Drakon, and that" He said pointing with his goblet to the bearded brute in the back, "ruffian is Bjorn Steelheart." Many of the other knights simply nodded to be polite to the duke as few of them liked these people or cared about them.

"For those of you who don't know, but came here to eat my food anyways, I am Duke Lucan Byron, and this," He said once more motioning to the old, but handsome brown-haired woman whose sharp green eyes where narrowed in a rather intense glare aimed at the Duke, "Is my lovely wife, Abigail." He downed his goblet, wiping his mustache off with the back of his hand with a content sigh for the finely aged wine, "Now, tomorrow you will all be fighting with eachother bitterly for honor, and mostly for prizes... while people scream at you and wave." He said smiling, "But tonight you drink!"

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Keren sat with her mother, eager to begin the drinking contests. She could easily out drink any of these hornless fools under a table. Though neither mother or daughter bothered with actually talking to any of them, content with watching them be merry. A couple of the drunker ones waltzed over and began to speak of their conquests, both on the field and in the bed. They seemed to think that Keren and Adara were foolish women, to be led into bedchambers by stories. Adara rolled her eyes and shooed them away with her own war stories, scaring them.

"Mite'ra... the least you could do is act like a simple lady..." Keren mock admonished, her voice betraying her amusement. Adara merely scoffed at the idea and looked for the Duke, eager to show off her charms and well made body. "Why do I even bother with you...? You're going to get us in trouble and more people with shun our people. Then where will we be?"

"Well, back at the start, I suppose... Well, maybe a war as well..." Adara seemed to be the more childish of the two at the moment. Keren only rolled her eyes and took a large drag from her goblet. The wine was amazing, though it wasn't as strong as she was used to. She sighed and watched the newer knights. They seemed nice. Keren could only wonder how many would give support to her. Adara wondered which would match her loving daughter the most.

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Young Knight

The knights erupted with laughter and looks of scorn as the man known as Rupert ran with his tail between his legs. It was beyond rude to laugh at a Knight of the Realm, but the man had proven to be anything but a knight of the realm. A true knight never backed down from such an obvious insult or challenge. Doing so was a blight against his honor and the honor of the Lady. A young looking knight leaned across the table and picked the skull up turning it to inspect it. "Not bad... little on the small side." The man said taking a sip from his goblet, "Gonna need to gut something a little bigger before you can impress everyone here... well, you might do well with the cowards like the other man." He said taking another sip of the wine, but there was... something different about the man. His face looked young as if he was only in his twentieth winter, but his eyes were those of an old veteran.

A young lady and most likely her father... could be her husband, you never knew with nobility some nobles liked their brides young, arrived and introduced herself to Luxa... to the barbarian, completely ignoring the young knight, and so the knight raised his goblet in a small salute to the barbarian, before taking another sip sitting in silence as the noise around threatened to overwhelm the hall.

Duke Byron

The Dukes haughty laugh was joined with the other knights as they laughed the man and his wife out the hall. "Such strength and honor!" He said smiling at the nearby men, "Dear, do I have some mighty knights in my domain." he finished to the roar of laughter. He downed his wine, and placed the goblet on the table showing a surprising gentleness when he did so, and then proceeded to push his way through the crowd of standing people. He had somewhere to be. "It has been too long my dear." the duke said once he arrived to his goal, "Lady Adara, you have only grown more beautiful with time." his gray mustache bending with his smile. It took him a few moments as he was busy admiring the woman before him... before he noticed the other woman present, "Aw this must be your daughter. A pleasure to meet you Sir Keren Chaikin." He said inclining his head slightly in a form of further hello.

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Adara looked up to see the Duke. "Ah! Duke Byron! I'm so glad you asked me to come, though I would have anyways..." she fluttered her eyelashes and looked at Keren, who was trying not to flee in fear of her innocence. "Yes, this is the Knight that is my daughter... I'm quite proud of her..." She smiled over at Keren, who flushed some and coughed. "But alas... I'm looking for a wonderful man to pair my beloved daughter..." She mock sighed and turned to all the other Knights. "Oh Duke Byron! Will I ever wed my beautiful daughter?"

Keren had enough of her mother's woeful monologue and walked back into the crowd. She ended up near the barbarian. She watching him drink and raised an eyebrow. He could drink well. She'd give him that. She nodded at the young knight near her before grabbing another goblet of wine. It was her third and she was yet to feel the familiar buzz. The Ke'ratan sat on the actual table, obviously not caring about the stares at her. She crossed her legs, her newest ironwood boots dangling off the floor. Men could come to her if they wished. None would meet her standards. She took another swig of her wine and watched the Knights around her. Such joyful people.

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Young Knight

The young knight smiled at the barbarians self control. A loud, strong-willed barbarian but with a better control of his tongue then the other man. By displaying such class, it only made the other man look like a fool. Indeed, he also wanted to see if this mans skill in arms could match the barbarians control, if so, the smaller man might want to be careful. "Interesting." He said taking another sip of his wine, "I believe you just got subtly put down." The knight said to the smaller man, what was his name again? Alexander? And his daughter.. Alexis? Lecia? Luxa? Aw that was it. "Seems you lost your companion." The knight said watching them, curious as to how they would react, "I may not be as fun to mock, but I am Sir Tristan, perhaps I could take his place then." It was not really a question, more so a statement.

Duke Byron

"But it would have broken my heart if you had not come, so I felt it was best to ensure you did." The duke said flashing a smile at the lovely woman. It took some effort, but he tore his eyes away from her to look at her daughter, "Seems like a strong enough young knight, you have every right to be proud, and she does come from good stock." Byron said with a smile before adding playfully, "A shame she is not quite as beautiful as her mother."

"Oh, I am sure you will." The duke said taking a look around the hall, he gave out a soft hm as he thought, "Well, there are some dashing young men here. Aw!" He said pointing over at a young man drinking ale and laughing with a few other young knights, "Sir Flinn, a strong young knight who owns a small fiefdom..." He gave a pause before pointing to another man, this one was older appearing more in his early thirty winters, he had dark hair and a dark 6 o'clock shadow, "A widower that one. Sir Balin. His wife died in her second childbirth. He has a ten year old daughter named Emily." He continued his search roaming over people before pausing on a young knight with sharp eyes talking to the barbarian, Sir Alexander and his daughter, "Aw yes, Sir Tristan, handsome enough man. Believe it or not, he is in his fifth year!" The duke said with a laugh, "Wish I looked as young as he. Grail Knight that one, seems he wanted to test the new knights in their swordplay. Taking part in the Melee, hes is not married either. Shall I invite them over for your daughter to meet them?"

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Adara looked at all the Knights and laughed, her sleeve covering her mouth. "My, my, Duke Byron... You're so kind... They all seem so good for my daughter... But she's quite picky about her men... Might we meet them? I'll go hunt down my wayward daughter and you can round up these men you speak so highly of." And with that she swept into the crowd, towards her daughter.

Keren watched everyone with worried eyes. Two Knights had already left. Maybe she would that their lead... She saw her mother and smiled. "Ah, did you lose the Duke?" she asked, recrossing her legs. Her mother rolled her eyes before looking around.

"A couple of very nice men will be coming over and there will be no excessive drinking." Adara scolded her daughter, taking the goblet from her daughter. The younger Ke'ratan glared at her mother. "Don't give me that look! You need to settle down with a nice person." Keren only huffed and adjusted her chest plate, the red ironwood glinting under the candles.

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Tristan

Tristans eyes narrowed as the man said lady's grail. Trying to decide if the man was being insulting, if he was, he would not leave the hall alive. No one insulted the Lady in front of him, at least, none that have ever lived to tell the tale, but he was not sure what the man meant, "Crushing their enemies without being willing to plunge into the front rank yourself, is what will make you die a coward." He said simply, "A brave man is not one who wins. A brave man is one who charges into the fray himself. He finds the largest, strongest opponent he can, and then challenges him. The King, is such a man. Never has he lost a battle for he does utilize strategy. Never has he been beaten upon the field, yet even when he has all the resources of a nation at his disposal, still he chargers into the thickest of the fray. You may die, all your goals may come undone, your dreams unfinished, but what makes you a man worthy of legend is that you charge anyways, and the rest be damned."

"Just by saying, its your dream, it does not make you brave nor the same level as I. Glory is not attaining your dreams, it is how you act." Tristan said with a shake of his head, "Cowards have dreams to."

He paused mulling over what his daughter said, "Sir Luxa. I would follow you into battle before I followed your father. Even if I knew we rode to are deaths because I feel you are honorable. I would rather die for a brave woman then live for a smart man."

The Duke

The Byron couldn't help but bow to the beautiful woman. A feast for the eyes she was, but he would fulfill this duty as he gave his word. He walked to the first group with Sir Finn, and put his hands on two of their shoulders, "Lads, how is the ale treating you?" He said having glanced in their pints, "Great." A knight said smiling with a foam beard around his mouth, "Want a swig, My Duke?" He said holding up the pint, and Duke Byron gladly took the pint and took a long swig from it giving a content sigh, "Not bad." He said with a thoughtful nod. As an older knight used to wine, strong ale, and strong spirits, he had quite a high tolerance for alcohol. He handed it back, before slapping Finn on the back, "Come lad, a young lady awaits."

Sir Finn raised an eyebrow, "You serious?" He said. It wasn't that he was surprised, but more so at the timing. It just seemed so fast, "Of course lad, and if you know whats good for you, you don't say no to a Duke." Byron said, his smile vanishing. He may seem kind, but at the end of the day, he was an experienced knight who would never take a slight from anyone.

Sir Finn stood pint in hand, "In that case. Lead the way." He said with a smile trying to regain that sense of familiarity, "Follow me, we got to pick up two others as well."

"Sir Balin!" The duke called a few feet away, and at once a dark haired head snapped in his direction with a raised eyebrow, "Yes?" He asked, a full pint sitting in front of him untouched. "A lady wants to meet you, on your feet." The Duke said motioning for him to stand up, and slowly he did as he was an old enough knight to know when to fight, and when to withdraw the field. "Right, right, coming."

One again, the Duke was on the move, this time for the Grail Knight.. it took a bit, dodging serving wenches who threw themselves at him. A noble bastard child guaranteed you would be taken care of... but the Duke had one woman in mind that he was aiming at impressing tonight, and she had a lovely pair of horns.

"Sir Tristan." the Duke said, but he bowed his head a little in respect to the knight, "Would you come with us? I have someone I would like you to meet."

Tristan snapped his gaze up to the duke and smiled, "Only if these two come as well." He said motioning to Alexander and Luxa, the Duke nodded reaching up and twilring on his mustache a little, "Very well, Sir Alexander and Sir Luxa, would you care to join us?" He asked politely. Of course they would, saying no would be spitting in the face of one of the 14 most powerful men in the kingdom, one who could snap his finger and have an army at his command. It would be foolish to do so.

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Adara looked at the male that extended his hand to her and smiled. "Adara Chaikin, mother of the horned Knight Keren Chaikin." She explained. Keren raised her eyebrow as her mother turned back to her. "Keren, love. This is Alexander. I believe he's a knight as well."

"Ah, well, it's a pleasure to meet you. I hope that we will never have to battle one another." She muttered, almost interested in the man. Adara smiled at her before turning back to Alexander, who was joined by another knight.

"It's nice to meet you, Knight Damien." Adara bowed her head in the traditional Ke'ratan greeting. Keren had slid off the table to possibly interact with the other Knights.

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Keren laughed at Alexander's words. "I like this man, Mite'ra! He's got something that Zohar has too! Spice!" She crowed, pleased that not everyone was uptight. Adara nodded her head at Alexander, her lips pouting.

"You are right... My dear daughter is at her prime but I suppose you're right." Adara conceded, somewhat sadly. Keren sighed and leaned against the wall.

"Mite'ra, I wish to find my own love, not one you pick for me..." She said, smiling lightly. Keren looked at Luxa, Alexander's daughter and grinned. "Mind spending time with me? I stand out like a sore thumb and a friend would be very welcome." She said, almost sheepishly.

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Tristan

Tristan glanced back at the large man and smiled, "Then I suppose you will be forgotten tomorrow." He said. The weakest dogs always barked the loudest, it was always amusing. No matter how old he got, the others always believed their ways were best and he was wrong, and yet they were always greenhorns who had yet to taste true battle. When you stared into the eyes of a great demon, when you were faced with the sight of thousands of orcs charging down like a green wave, when you had faced the dead... seen their shambling bodies as they clutched at you with bony hands.. only then were you allowed to mock the beliefs of others. They had not earned the right yet, but it did not matter. Tomorrow, he would smash them into the ground and teach them through physical pain. Or so he thought...

Duke Byron

The duke arrived just in time to hear the thinly veiled insults from Alexander, coming out on top and alive, making people remember him, all in all, calling the other knights fools. "Strong words from an unproven man." The duke said, his usual smile gone and his eyes sharp, the three other knights behind him looking over his shoulder still not quite sure why they were here, "How many battles have you been in Sir Alexander? I have heard of no great and noble battles from you, or perhaps I should say, no stabbings and murders lately. Perhaps if you wished to insult this mans honor." He said indicating Tristan who was standing behind him, "You should draw your blade first. If you insult a man in front of him, I will accept such things, but I frown upon speaking behind a mans back." He said reaching up and stroking his gray mustache, honestly, this knight was not the brightest he had ever met that and he did not like how he was looking at Adara. Talking about a man to a woman and using what you perceived to be his deficiencies in order to flatter a woman was as prime an example as talking behind someones back as the Duke had ever seen. Such utter cowardice and dishonor being displayed in his hall tonight. First with Rupert, and now with this upstart.

Sir Flinn

The young knight turned his head and started a soft hum in an attempt to amuse himself in this awkward situation. It did not truly matter to him as it did not concern him. "Lovely to meet you all." He said remembering his manners, "Well, lovely to meet most of you at least." He added considering all that he had seen and heard so far.

Tristan

"My, and hear I thought our conversation over our distaste of each others preferred moral conducts were over, and yet here you are again." The Grail knight slide onto the bench and let his left arm rest on the table, "I am fine with someone saying they do not like something I do to my face, but I do not enjoy being used as a measuring stick, so you can flatter someone. Now, I am going to give you this one chance to apologize. If not, I will challenge you to a duel now, and it will not end in first blood." He said his voice and eyes harsh. This would not be the first knight he had killed, and it would not be the last. Such utter disrespect to him would not be allowed to go unanswered. If the man attempted to pretend it was not an offense, and attempt to demean the apologize as juvenile, Tristan would challenge him and his blood would stain the floor.

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Tristan smiled and thanked Luxa before drinking the entire goblet in one long drought. During this time, the knights and serving girls had already retreated giving them a circle in which to fight in. Tristan pushed himself up and drew his longsword flipping it over his wrist, "Come smart man. Let us see if you have what it takes to 'rule the world.'" Alexander saw that the poison had not worked it was fast acting after all. Alexander drew his gladius and his spatha. He figured his only chance was to disarm him or get close enough to do so. Alexander went straight in his spatha went in a huge arch over his head while the gladius flew straight and true for the mans stomach.

Tristan watched with interest as the man swung both his weapons at once, if he was closer to him it would have been far more effective, but as he was a couple of feet back, he was able to see both blows and simply side stepped, moving like flowing water as decades of experienced move with every inch of his body as instead of swinging his blade, he rolled and brought up his left elbow smashing it into Alexander's nose. The blow made him take a few steps back, but Alexander recovered quickly. He immediately saw that the man was going to toy with him, he saw out of the corner of his eye that his daughter was twiddling her thumbs over her blade. Alexander stood straight up smiled and said, "no." his daughter stopped and he could continue his fight without worrying if his daughter was going to be executed over interfering. Alexander then got back down into his stance and lunged forward with all the strength he had. But, rather then going straight in he rolled to the side just a foot from Tristan his gladius stabbing down and his spatha staging up towards the other mans groin.

Tristan swung his blade once again as he waited for the man to get back into his stance. There was no honor in striking him down so early, such a man did not deserve to be fought with all his might. The man lunged then rolled, in fact, his moves reminding him slightly of an elf he fought once. Immediately, Tristan fell back into a more defensive pattern and when Alexander struck out with the spatha aimed at his groin, he swung his blade down smacking the spatha away before sending his left first flying once more at the mans face in a powerful cross punch. Alexander saw this one coming and tucked his chin so that the fist would land on Alexander's forehead, at the same time he brought his spatha up in a slashing motion.

Tristan pulled back his fist and leaned back just as the spatha passed by and so close was it that it cut a lock of his hair off, but thanks to the blow, Alexander would be over-extended, so once again Tristan leaned in and moved in close aiming to smash the handle of his sword right into Alexander's ribs, but he also kept himself on guard for the mans short-sword as even as he was toying with this man, he was not about to lose his head due to underestimation. Rather than moving away from the man Alexander moved straight into the blow dropping his spatha and wrapping the man up by the shoulder, he made the move then to dislocate the mans shoulder while stabbing under the chin with his gladius.

Tristan used his free hand to grab Alexanders wrist stopping the short-sword cold, before turning his powerful waist in order to flip Alexander over his shoulder, if it worked he would drop down and slamed his knee into Alexanders chest pinning him . Alexander let out a growl, he didn't stand a chance against this man and he knew it from the beginning, he felt the toss coming, it was sloppy and this was Alexander's domain now, but the man would no doubt get free then Alexander would be back in the duel, if the man were on top with his blade to his throat Alexander would be given the chance to concede defeat. So he let the man throw him.

Tristan's knee came down hard on Alexanders sternum. "You could have done more." Tristan said with his knee on the mans chest, and his leg pinning his short-sword arm, "I suppose even in a duel your cowardice knows no end." He stabbed his sword against the stone next to Alexanders head, "Pathetic aren't you? You speak of war, yet reek of cowardice. You are the sadist little man I have ever seen, hiding behind his daughters skill."

"I will not kill you. Your blood would only dishonor my blade, and you are not worthy enough to be listed among those who have died by me hand. Go." He said standing, and sheathing his sword, "Run little man."

Alexander laughed heartily, "I never thought I could beat you, your in you 60th winter, yet you have the body of a 20 year old, no "man" in this room, nay this dukedom could beat you unless the green knight is around here. Your the big kid bullying the little ones. Does that make you brave?" Alexander put emphases on man. "But you have beaten me, and now the rest of this room knows what I already knew, in one on one battle you are near unbeatable, but I will see you again one day friend, and this fight won't go quite the same way." Alexander stood up still laughing and went back over to Damien to talk to the one man here he liked.

"I suppose I should stop calling you a smart man. Picking a fight with such a being as you described could only be the actions of a... what was it you called them? Fools. Now run, run little man." Tristan said smiling, and all the other knights joined in laughing. Honestly, it was a funny show, they all knew he was playing with the man, and the man had insulted them all. The Duke nodded pleased that the fight was over, "Now everyone go back to what you were doing."

Tristan sheathed his blade and walked back over to the duke. The duke turned smiled at Adala, "So what was going on again?"

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Adara sighed and turned to Keren. "That man said that I was wrong for even trying to set my daughter with other knights..." She used one of her long sleeves to cover her mouth, her brows furrowed. "I suppose I was in the wrong..." She faltered here and Keren set a hand on her shoulder. Adara hated being wrong because she usually was right.

"Mite'ra... We can still meet the other knights..." She whispered, looking down. "Though, you shouldn't set them with me, I want to make my own choices." Adara nodded and they sat at the bench.

"Well, Duke Byron, I'm sure you still have questions about our kind. The first step of understanding another is to ask the necessary questions, after all." Adara turned her bright smile to the Duke and Keren resisted the urge to run out.

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"That's quite true. So the young Ke'rata girl's mother wishes for her to marry ay? I wonder that's why they came. Well I've always thought that political marriages were better suited for the monarchs. After all two nobodies marrying puts in less of a dent than if royalty were to marry. Though that's probably just my opinion." Damien gazed around the room as he talked so freely. "So there are quite a few faces in here, many interesting, others...dull. Although I guess we'll find that out for sure in the arena."

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Duke Byron, Tristan, Flinn, Balin

"There is nothing wrong with wanting the best for your children, but the young are so stubborn these days." Byron said, "My own sons and daughter are the same always telling me they can handle it all themselves." He took his seat again across from Adara and Keren. the other three knights sat down flanking the Duke. "Yes, now would be best for introductions, Sir Flinn" he as I'd indicating the young fresh faced knight who gave a cheerful wave, "Sir Balin." The older man nodded his head in hello, "and the cause of the earlier disturbance, Sir Tristan." Tristan bowed his head slightly, "I apologize for that."

Tristan and Flinn started their own little conversation on what would win between a gryphon and a hippogryph. Balin stretched out his hand to Keren to shake, "Nice to meet you. How do you find Bretonnia?"

bryon took this oppertunity to speak with Adara now that the interference was gone, "I do not believe you ever told me where your people come from or why they left?"

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Keren shook his hand and smiled. "It's nice... The plains are like at home, vast and unending. Perfect for raising horse, something we did often. It could be a bit rainier at times..." She sighed and tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear. "It's nothing like our homelands though... It would rain for days, the land more like swamps those days... Oh, sorry, I tend to ramble..." She grinned and rubbed the back of her head, sheepishly.

Adara looked at the Duke and sighed heavily. "I was wondering when this question would appear... I was surprised you did" She took hold of a goblet and sipped at the wine. "We were... Once from Cathay. A vast number, we were... You could say we needed to... Relocate ourselves after some things happened." She explained, staring into the goblet, like it held every answer.

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The Duke

Byron leaned on the table curious as to what could cause them to relocate. War? Famine? Disease? A disaster? Something darker? It was a juicy and intriguing story, but he felt she might not want him to press on, "Hm, well you are always safe in my lands." He said with a determined nod. Of course, he could not stop the inner-disputes between knights as that was their business and not his affair unless it escalated out of control, but he would ensure people knew not to touch Adara... he could care less what happens to her husband.

"Tell me how your lands are doing? I am afraid it is hard to get reliable information this far out?" In truth, he did not care, but it was a step into steering the conversation into the direction he wanted.

Balin

"Bretonnia does have its charms... if you can look past the bitter rivalries, monsters, and occasional Idealist and Purist." Balin admitted with a smile, "In fact when the sun is setting and the sky is a brilliant orange, its hard to remember all that hides in the dark." He pushed away his wine for the moment as he had never taken a sip. He was not a wine man, he was more into spirits (Hard Liquor) which were far stronger, "Nothing to be ashamed of." He said as his daughter had the same tendency especially concerning something she had just learned. She always felt the need to talk to him about it and teach him it even if he already knew about it, "So what events are you participating in?"

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Kere laughed. "I'm in archery and melee. No one dares to shoot a bow anymore so I figured I have a good chance of winning those arrows for my mother." She flushed here and coughed. "And I think I can best almost any knight here... Maybe not you three but I'd come pretty close!" She grinned and waved her hand, summoning one of the I'skios that she had brought with her.

"Do bring me some of the wine that we brought... It's stronger than anything these humans have..." She told him and within mere seconds, she had poured two goblets of the clear wine. "Here, taste some. It's from our homelands, very strong and extremely good." She tilted the other goblet to the knight.

Adara looked at the Duke. "Thank you..." She fanned herself, feeling the room become stuffy. "I'm afraid that my dear Keren controls most of our lands. I merely sit on the keep's little throne and watch... It's quite fun really..."

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Sir Balin

Balin smiled, "Indeed, archery is not used in combat... frowned upon really." He admitted. Knights still hunted using a bow, but no one used it in combat.. at least, none in his experience. Most people assumed archery was the job of lowly peasants and other ruffians not noble born warriors. He couldn't frown on the tradition as he preferred traditional combat as well with blade and lance, "Aw, I wish you luck with the gold arrows." He said with a smile, honestly, he was only participating because it was tradition, of course he would fight to win as honor demanded, but prizes were not his main concern, "Very diplomatic of you." He said amused that she said she couldn't. He was sure she thought she could win as all warriors should believe in themselves, but she was smarter then she looked.

Balin lifted the clear liquor and toasted Keren before drinking some, and it caught him by surprise, but as an experienced spirit drinker he swallowed it before turning the goblet in his hand, "Not bad... strong stuff, not the strongest I have ever had. Once had a mug of Bugman's XXXXXX one mug is all that is needed." He said and chose to leave out how expensive that brew was.. it still made him wince thinking about it, "But it is far better than anything that I have tasted that comes from around here." That said he was a spirits drinker and not a wine or ale drinker, so most likely only a few people would share his opinion.

"I will be in the jousting and melee, so hopefully I do not have to face you." He said, "I would rather not go home covered in bruises." Balin took another approving drink from it, "I may have to start purchasing this from you."

The Duke

Byron was an old enough host to know what fanning meant, "Would you like to take a walk on the walls?"

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Keren sighed in pleasure as the wine burned her throat. "This is merely our wine. Wait until you try our actual spirits. Though this drink sounds amazing... One mug, eh? I bet I could get another one in." She took another large swig and grinned. "You jest, good knight. I'm not that good with a short sword. I'll use my claymore most likely. I'd hate to fight you though. I fear for my skin..." She joked, laughing. She refilled his drink and grinned. "And I wish you well in your jousts. I've seen many a man downed by less." She grew a bit serious here before she rolled her shoulders.

"I'd like to go hunting with you one day. I've seen some boar and deer on the plain near my keep. It'd be a great hunt and I'd explore the lands myself. Best things are done with a drinking buddy." She quoted her father, grinning.

Adara nodded and stood. She walked past her daughter and rested a hand on her shoulder. "Na ei'ste prosektikoi, li'go pro'vata. Anthro'pous are looking for chinks." She told her daughter, their foreign language rolling off her tongue smoothly. Keren smirked and nodded.

"Veva'ios! Mite'ra, worry not! Boro na cheiristei!" She exclaimed, her own voice clear and calm. Adara nodded once at her and then at the knights before letting the Duke lead her.