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 veliΜ±nekes - 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
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.
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
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 fΓΌr 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.
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
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.