Post by Sir Caedric Moore on Aug 15, 2014 13:03:31 GMT -8
Here they are - in order, this time 
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"Well, if it isn't Cedric Archer! It isn't, is it? I know, you're Caedric Moore up here," laughed the green-clad sailor as he walked down the gangplank of the longship.
"It's great to see you, Baelion," Caedric said with a grin as he grasped the Lenfel's hand. "Up here? I'm Caedric Moore everywhere but Lenfald."
"Eh, fake name or not, you'll always be Cedric Archer to me. The man who saved my life and scared the Queen's men from my town - I can't thank you enough."
"Oh, you know, I was just passing through," Caedric said with a wink.
"Whatever it was, I owe you a debt - and I mean to repay it. My fellow rangers and I are at your disposal, Captain."
"Excellent. I think I can find a use for you."
The two men continued their discussion as they helped Balion's deckhands unload their cargo onto the icy pier. Jahrton Bay wasn't as abandoned as Galanir's troops thought, and Caedric was glad that the rumor they'd spread had stuck. The salt spray of the cold sea lapped against the pylons while gulls cried overhead accompanied by the creaking of the great wooden longship as it rocked on the waves.
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The morning sun peeked over the mountain tops as a battalion of Queen's Men marched down the winding switchback trail, their breath frosting the air as gravel crunched underfoot. The group had made their way to a small crossing of the White River, a turbulent rapid fed by snowmelt that could not be forded without a bridge.
"Lucky we got one 'ere," thought Selmy, the grizzled dragon knight captain. "I guess them Garhims are good at sumfin' after all."
Suddenly a high-pitched whistle broke the silence, followed by a wet thud as an arrow sprouted from the neck of a dragon knight.
"It's a trap! To arm-" the soldier at the rear cried, his warning cut short as a blade slid across his throat. The captain looked on in awe and disbelief as the hidden assailants seemingly melted out of the nearby rocks and scrubby trees, his small battalion getting smaller by the second.
"I will NEVER submit!" the Captain growled, grinding his teeth as he brandished his sword at the assassins. He could see now that they were a mix of Garhims and Lenfels, each dressed in dun clothing yet still bearing the insignias of their respective houses. "I will never surrender. I won't be taken alive, scum."
"Well that's lucky for you," said Caedric Moore with a smirk. "We weren't planning to."
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C+C Welcome!
Ronin
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"Well, if it isn't Cedric Archer! It isn't, is it? I know, you're Caedric Moore up here," laughed the green-clad sailor as he walked down the gangplank of the longship.
"It's great to see you, Baelion," Caedric said with a grin as he grasped the Lenfel's hand. "Up here? I'm Caedric Moore everywhere but Lenfald."
"Eh, fake name or not, you'll always be Cedric Archer to me. The man who saved my life and scared the Queen's men from my town - I can't thank you enough."
"Oh, you know, I was just passing through," Caedric said with a wink.
"Whatever it was, I owe you a debt - and I mean to repay it. My fellow rangers and I are at your disposal, Captain."
"Excellent. I think I can find a use for you."
The two men continued their discussion as they helped Balion's deckhands unload their cargo onto the icy pier. Jahrton Bay wasn't as abandoned as Galanir's troops thought, and Caedric was glad that the rumor they'd spread had stuck. The salt spray of the cold sea lapped against the pylons while gulls cried overhead accompanied by the creaking of the great wooden longship as it rocked on the waves.
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The morning sun peeked over the mountain tops as a battalion of Queen's Men marched down the winding switchback trail, their breath frosting the air as gravel crunched underfoot. The group had made their way to a small crossing of the White River, a turbulent rapid fed by snowmelt that could not be forded without a bridge.
"Lucky we got one 'ere," thought Selmy, the grizzled dragon knight captain. "I guess them Garhims are good at sumfin' after all."
Suddenly a high-pitched whistle broke the silence, followed by a wet thud as an arrow sprouted from the neck of a dragon knight.
"It's a trap! To arm-" the soldier at the rear cried, his warning cut short as a blade slid across his throat. The captain looked on in awe and disbelief as the hidden assailants seemingly melted out of the nearby rocks and scrubby trees, his small battalion getting smaller by the second.
"I will NEVER submit!" the Captain growled, grinding his teeth as he brandished his sword at the assassins. He could see now that they were a mix of Garhims and Lenfels, each dressed in dun clothing yet still bearing the insignias of their respective houses. "I will never surrender. I won't be taken alive, scum."
"Well that's lucky for you," said Caedric Moore with a smirk. "We weren't planning to."
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C+C Welcome!
Ronin
