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Post by Lamaine on Jul 29, 2013 23:15:58 GMT -5
Lamaine walked with his two generals, Marcellus and Gotére. He had his broadsword at his hip, and it hit him in the rear if he took too broad of steps. The generals were argueing for the third time today and the seventh this week over if pledge ones or ravens were superior messengers. Anything to take their minds off of the enemy below he supposed. He could see his banner waving in the wind twenty or so yards ahead. A beautifully woven standard. A golden lion on an orange field. Breath taking.
Lamaine interrupted the Pheraen and Caelin generals. Marcellus Sanegoon was less likely to take offense. He wasn't nearly as quiet as his father, but kept the same cold air about himself. He shared his fathers tall thin frame. Gotére Foremont was a very pompous man who cared only for personal glory, and would make a public challenge for a duel if he felt far too insulted. Lamaine guessed he'd never been in a fight. "You said a Pendragon is their head commander? Do you know which of them?"
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Post by Lamaine on Jul 30, 2013 22:23:29 GMT -5
Marcellus broke from his defense of the pigeon and said, "I believe it was Erak. He's one of the older sons, he won two battles against Uther's brother in the war four years ago." Gotere snorted and said, "He'll fall, there's nothing to it. All these Ostia men are nothing but blowhards who will charge headlong into any traps we set for them." Lamaine had to show respect for Gotere as he was the head general here. It angered him, he wasn't sure if he was the best leader of men yet, but he knew he'd be better than this prissy man who only got his position because his father had heard tales of his prowess from Gotere's personal bard.
Marcellus would have been a good high commander. Like Ostia, Pherae kept a constant network of spies. Marcellus spent twenty years as head of the espionage division of the Pheraen army. He was the third son of Lord Sanegoon, but was loyal, steadfast, and clever on the battlefield. He was also a capable knight, he actually led his men, which Lamaine doubted Gotere could show enough bravery to do. So Lamaine said, "If you forgive me general, it appears we're the ones who are trapped." The man made a dejected sigh, "I know major."
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Post by Lamaine on Aug 3, 2013 19:53:33 GMT -5
Lamaine walked back towards his tent. If some archer from the Santaruz camp lit his arrow on fire, he'd know where to shoot. It wasn't exactly on the cliff, but it was where it could be seen. That wasn't the reason it was an easy target however. They'd given him a huge tent, with a large Golden Dragon Head Banner. Very inconspicuous to be sure. The Caelin forces would be the vanguard tomorrow. Gotere would most likely stay behind to "command." His younger half brother would probably be the one to truly lead.
Lamaine entered his massive target designed for slumber. His body guard waited, slumbering on a stool, still waiting for his Lord to return. Lamaine took his blade off the notch in his belt, and tossed it on the "bed" they'd given him. He sat down next to it, and slumped. He would be immediately behind the Vangaurd tomorrow, a dangerous place with little purpose. Great, just great.
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Post by Mernatel on Aug 4, 2013 0:44:47 GMT -5
Mernatel was uncomfortable in this canyon. They weren't very high now, that's true, damn near the bottom in fact. There was however the problem of where they would be fighting. Up high, and what would happen if he fell? He'd die, just like anyone else, but for him it would be quicker. He fought in heavy armor, and it was sure as hell heavy. He weighed more than the average man on his own, but with the armor... He'd see either the ground or the sky for a second and a half, then he'd see nothing. This was however, where his master had gone, and like a shadow that was where he would follow.
Mernatel had been given the tent directly next to Lamaine. Which was good, because his lord's tent was far too open to an attack. He did not know how his lord felt about fighting as the two were nearly the same weight and wore similar armor. His lord had left earlier, and the big man had decided to get some rest.
He was awoken by his lord's sword hitting the bed. He looked up and sleepily said, "My lord, you're back. I wish I knew sooner, I could have made you some of those eggs you love."
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