Gold and Steel Session 7

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	antoine	Lord Lyonel Corbray listens as the dispute comes to a stalemate, his sworn swords shouting that the Kestra's have broken the King's peace and wage war on their fellow houses while the Kestra's shout back that the Corbray's violated their land with soldiers first. Finally he shouts, "Silence. Accusation and counter accusation will bring us nowhere. This dispute will be brought before the Lord...
	antoine	...of the Vale, he will decide its outcome. In the meantime I ask that my Brother's squire be returned as a show of good faith while we wait for such a ruling."
	Draven	continues to dance around the room jingling his bells to try and lighten the mood.
	antoine	The Lord expels you from his court so that you can decide on the matter while the mummer is left behind, hopping from one foot to the next while the tiny bells attached to his hat jingle.
	antoine	It is the dead of night by the time you have returned to the camp, the sun having retreated behind the mountains. The men dice and laugh, confident the Corbrays will be cowed by their Lord.
	Jaros	walks into the camp out of the darkness, greeting some of the archers
	Ralond	nods to Jaros
	Jaros	nods back to Ralond
	Ralond	takes a swig of ale from his flask
	Ryker	looking agitated by the lack of action at the castle, walks over to greet Jaros "Oye danceman, where you been?"
	Jaros	"Business."
	Ralond	"Probably wankin it in the bushes."
	Jaros	chuckles
	Ryker	"Ahh" "Well...I'll leave your business to you, but may be speak in private?"
	Jaros	"Of course, should you wish."
	Ryker	walks with Jaros back to his encampment
	Jaros	"What is it you wish to speak of?"
	Ryker	"I'll be blunt in that's the only way I know to be"
	Jaros	"As you wish."
	Ryker	"I've slighted and pissed on many people as of late"
	Ryker	"I've yet to meet a knight I could not disarm and strike down, but some come without swords"
	Jaros	"Just so."
	Ryker	"I'm not a fool, I know how if these lords can't kill a man by sending swords they may sent poison, just as what happened back after meeting the Waynwoods at court"
	Ryker	"You saw him, while I was drinking down"
	Ralond	lays down in the grass, petting Argos
	Jaros	"It was a trivial observation. But as in swordplay, such perceptions often separate dealing death from being dead."
	Jaros	"One, of course, that could have just as been benign as deadly."
	Ryker	"I'm an arrogant man, and I only respect those that have earned their power" "You may not have broken as many enemies in the last battles as I, but you've fought well"
	Jaros	's left eyebrow raises quizzically
	Ryker	"I saw you troubled after the battle, and your absence from the last parley seems to confirm that"
	Ryker	"I'm proposing to aid you with your struggles if you can aid me with your ability to "see" "
	Ryker	swipes his cloak aside and points to Lady Forlorn. "While I carry this, many in the Vale will want to see me dead"
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	Jaros	"Many will say you rightly deserve death. I however know the truth of the matter. I have no trouble keeping an eye out-but you need not concern yourself with my 'trouble'-if you wish to call it that. It is none of your concern."
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	Ryker	" Well, that may be so for now, but in exchange for an extra pair of eyes you will have my sword as you need" "I am sincere, you know it's not my way to be indirect"
	Jaros	"Indeed."
	Mercer	trots off on his destrier. "Round up the captains, bring them to my tent," he calls.
	Jaros	gestures back to the camp.
	Ryker	"Well, that concludes my thoughts, I need to seek out Lord Mercer"
	Jaros	"Shall we?"
	Ryker	"Aye"
	Ralond	notices Jaros and Ryker and gets up
	antoine	The men have started up a competition before they go to bed, the archers all trying to see who can land an arrow atop the mast of a ship moored across the river. The rest of the camp is getting ready to sleep while the first watch takes its position for the night.
	Jaros	looks around the camp, checking for watchers
	Ralond	follows Jaros, telling Argos to follow but stay quiet
	Jaros	turns to Ralond
	Jaros	"Ralond, stay here for a minute. My curiosity has been piqued."
	Ralond	nods
	Jaros	turns and walks towards the small village
	Ralond	takes a knee , starts petting Argos, and waits
	antoine	The fishing village is quiet enough, the water dancer soon disappearing into the gloom of the thatch roofed houses.
	Ralond	,agitated, gets up and heads off after Jaros. Argos follows suit
	antoine	As you approach the village Ralong you hear Jaros shouting, "Pardons, but are there any villagers about?"
	Ralond	,hearing Jaros voice, heads over in that direction
	antoine	You spot Jaros standing outside a large shack used for housing ships being built.
	Ralond	heads over to jaros and asks him whats going on
	antoine	The door splinters on its hinges as a knight in full plate comes charging through, greatsword held at his side, pointing out at Jaros as he tries to run him through.
	Ralond	shocked , pulls out his bow and notches an arrow
	Jaros	dives out of the way of the charging knight
	Ralond	lets loose an arrow at the knight
	antoine	Jaros blade flicks out and catches a joint in the knights armour, eliciting a grunt from the man.
	antoine	Ralond send a pair of arrows into the Knight. The first catches his Achilles heel, stumbling his charge and making him fall towards the second arrow which catches him in the throat. His body whips back away from you while a spray of blood almost washes Jaros in gore had the water dancer not been so quick on his feet.
	Ralond	walks up to the flailing corpse and takes the knights colours
	Jaros	yells
	Ralond	looks over at Jaros and grins
	Jaros	"Halt your attack, or we shall continue!"
	Jaros	steps up to the broken doorway, and looks inside
	Ralond	bends down and cuts the knights ear off , putting it in his pouch
	antoine	The scared sailors throw up their hands or flee into the river, swimming for their lives.
	Ralond	takes pot shots at the sailors , laughing
	Jaros	stares at Ralond, exhasperatedly.
	Jaros	"While I admire your enthusiasm, needless bloodshed often returns upon you tenfold."
	Ralond	laughs
	Ralond	"sometimes."
	Jaros	"I shall go fetch Lord Mercer. This unfortunate knight chose to attack us. Hopefully he will have an idea how to placate whomever this man's lord was."
	Jaros	walks back towards the camp
	Ralond	follows
	Jaros	turns to Ralond
	Jaros	"Watch the body, man."
	Ralond	sighs
	Ralond	"fine."
	Jaros	"I shall return post haste."
	Ralond	turns back and shoo's Argos away from the body, who was eating it.
	Jaros	continues to the camp.
	Jaros	"Lord Mercer! An incident in the village requires your attention."
	Mercer	exits his tent. "What sort of incident do you speak of, Goodman?..."
	Jaros	"A knight attacked me in the village as I enquired as to where they had gone. The village is deserted."
	Ralond	cuts off the other knights ear and throws it to Argos. "Your kill too"
	Jaros	"Ralond's bow proved superior to the knights armor."
	Mercer	frowns. "Show me." The Lord motions for a couple of the Talons to follow after him.
	Jaros	beckons the Talons and leads the men down to the village
	Jaros	"Here, lord Mercer."
	Ralond	notices Jaros and Mercer and stands up
	Ralond	nods
	Ralond	points to the knights body. "Bad man"
	Ralond	rips the arrows out of the knights body
	Mercer	follows, and instantly recoils back in disgust. "For pity's sake, can you not avoid cutting off body parts?" The Kestra Lord comes close to examine the corpse. "This man will likely need to be sent back, and his liege won't be appreciative of his lack of facial features..."
	Ralond	sighs
	Ralond	bends down with his dirk and starts cutting the knights head off
	Ralond	"no problem now."
	Mercer	"No!"
	Mercer	slaps the archer's hands.
	Ralond	frowns
	Ralond	"self defense"
	Jaros	"Indeed. Though perhaps a bit too final too fast."
	Mercer	"He is dead already. Leave him to the Silent Sisters, damn you."
	Ralond	"Fine, just thought you know... No head, no sign of ears cut off for trophies"
	Ralond	"seemed good at the time"
	Ralond	laughs "you shouldve seen the blood"
	Ralond	"squirting..."
	Mercer	grunts. "Another Corbray. After all you've managed to do, though, I can't recognize him... no matter. Fine work, nevertheless, this works well with us."
	Ralond	hands the knights colours to Mercer "here you go lord."
	Mercer	"I won't be needing that. Best you dispose of it."
	Mercer	heads back to camp.
	Ralond	nods
	Jaros	follows
	Ralond	follows aswell
	Ralond	takes a victory swig from his flask and points it toward Jaros
	Ralond	"Drink?"
	Ralond	punches Jaros in the shoulder "My bloods on fire Jaros! We should hunt....corbrays?"
	Jaros	"Perhaps not this night. I am tired and must retire."
	Ralond	sighs "fine i shall go alone then, you wouldnt be able to keep up"
	Jaros	"That would be unwise. But I will not stop you."
	Jaros	stops
	Ralond	heads back towards the village looking for corbray
	Jaros	scratches his head
	Jaros	"Though perhaps I shall see what I can find on the mysterious Corbray."
	Jaros	walks back to where the knight lays
	Ralond	looks back at Jaros "maybe more corbray near body!"
	Ralond	heads towards the stinking corpse
	Jaros	kneels next to the knight in the least bloodied area, and proceeds to search the body
	Ralond	performs overwatch while Jaros searches the body, looking for corbray....
	Ralond	pokes Jaros "Since we are here, might as well look around for corbray in this village ...."
	Ralond	smiles
	Ralond	"ill share the ears."
	Ralond	moves farther into the small village
	Mercer	assigns his orders to his captains, and hurries along.
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	antoine	The camp slowly rises, men who have marched all day moving to the river bed and into single file to shuffle along to the village.
	Ryker	rises with the dawn and pisses out of his tent. Very classy.
	Ryker	has prepared his garb and armour and sets off to find Lord Mercer.
	Ryker	finds Lord Mercer with the other captains "Morning Lord Mercer, what are today's orders?"
	Mercer	pats a finger to his lips as Ryker approaches. "Marching." He stares up at the castle wall before following the rear-end of his train of men. "Something appears to have unsettled the Corbray guards..."
	Ryker	"Do we know the situation?"
	Mercer	"Not yet. It may be they caught Draven. We won't know until we're in position."
	Ryker	"Aye, do you want me with the 1st infantry?"
	Mercer	"It would indeed be best. Kill all the guardsmen, but leave the villagers."
	Ryker	"and Lord Mercer....when we take this castle, I plan to rename the valyrian blade "Talon's Grasp" "
	Mercer	ponders. "Hm... actually, take as many prisoner as you can."
	Mercer	looks to the sellsword, impressed. "I'm flattered. You have my approval."
	Ryker	"Thank you , lord, I'll tell the men leave opportunity for surrender"
	Mercer	"Ah," Mercer holds up a hand, "Only if you catch them unarmed. Any man who holds a sword dies by it."
	Ryker	"...should I seek to capture enemy knights incase we need to trade for our man inside? "
	antoine	The smell of rotting fish emanates from the village as you walk on the far side of it to the castle. The men reach the edge when they pass the word down that the castle is on alert, the man next to his Lordship whispering "Archers on the battlements, watching the village it seems."
	Mercer	grumbles. "It's good we took precautions, at least."
	Mercer	looks to Ryker. "And no, do not. But at the least, let's stop fantasizing. We must first get in..."
	Mercer	looks around. "Where the blazes is that damned huntsman?"
	Ralond	,in a full sprint, comes running into the line of marching men
	Ralond	"You called?"
	Mercer	"Where have you been?"
	Ralond	"hunting"
	Mercer	narrows his eyes. "Hunting what?..."
	Ralond	"your enemies m'lord"