Post by Sir Aidan of Loreos on Apr 26, 2014 4:58:06 GMT -8
GC VII Vignette- Justice
For a man of honor a surviving enemy at your mercy is both a liability and an asset.....
Aidan glanced around him at the sandstone bluffs, peppered with shining pyrite and small pools of water. His small band of outlaws and surviving Loreesi soldiers kept careful watch as he turned his attention to the survivor of their most recent skirmish with a group of soldiers patrolling the area around Ithil. Aidan looked down with disdain at the soldier, the Loreesi broadsword resting against the black armored mans unprotected throat.
"How many men hold Ithil?"
The soldier looked back at him with the same expression of anger and disrespect.
"Why should I tell you?"
Aidan pressed the blade tighter. The soldier winced at the cold steel, but his face remained steadfast.
"You're a traitor to your kind! You who know the southlands should know that Queen Galainir has every right to persecute the Loreesi dogs!"
Aidan gritted his teeth. If he wanted to make this difficult, so be it...
He pressed the blade hard against the man's jaw, a bead of blood forming at the edge. The man looked uneasy for the first time. His eyes flitted to the blade pressed against his stomach, but he was still silent. The soldier was irritatingly loyal, unlike many of the soldiers he had met. Aidan pressed the blade a little harder, cutting through the light leather jerkin.
"Fine, stop! Stop!"
Aidan let the pressure off just a bit.
"A small garrison holds Ithil, commanded by Baen the Red."
Aidan slammed the hilt of his sword into the man's head, knocking him unconscious.
"Thank you for your service, friend." He turned, sheathed his sword, and walked toward Ithil.
GC VII Restricted - Retaking Ithil
This build was a bit rushed, as I have been busy with college classes, the ACT, and just getting back into LoR. I'm happy with the build, though not with the pictures. Unfortunately, I don't have the time to retake them, so this will have to do.
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Aidan rushed into the great hall of Ithil, his sword bare and his motley group of men behind him.
The day before, he had almost been ambushed a second time, this time by a small group of Lenfald soldiers. To his surprise, they were led by Nessa's brothers, Nathan and Nestor. Once again his army grew, now including both some of Erathor's men and a group of light infantry from Lenfald.
In the early morning, the Lenfald scouts climbed the wall and opened the gates, and the men rushed in, quickly taking the town. The Queen's soldiers, caught by surprise, retreated to the main hall. Sir Aidan rushed inside, his men following behind. He went straight for Baen the Red, commander of the garrison, while his men clashed with the soldiers all around. His sword clashed against the outlaw lord's, the Loreesi battle cry echoing through the hall He smiled fiercely, parrying a blow and then swinging toward his enemy's head.
"FOR THE GLORY OF LOREOS!"
