RPG #1 - Under the Dark of Night

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    Menecrow woke from his deep slumber several hours after dawn. Crawling out of bed he belted on his twin axes and made his way downstairs. Preparation was a quick thing for Menecrow since he often slept fully clothed.

    Once in the common room the inn keeper approached him with a note from Darion. "They've gone then?" He asked in his harsh dialect.

    "Yes sir." Samal answered. "Not more than an hour ago."

    Menecrow quickly read the brief note Darion had scribbled on a piece of parchment. It simply stated that they had found the location of the elf and his army in the south, and they were headed there now with a small force. To Menecrow's dismay there was nothing mentioned of a profit should he decide to join. He wondered if his employment with Cymri was at an end as well, she had mentioned nothing of it the night before.

    "Pack me some food and a few skins of wine!" He growled at the inn keeper as he slapped a coin down on the bar. Since Fallorian was travelling with the group headed south, Menecrow suddenly found this tiny village to be very boring.
     
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    Several miles south of town Darion reigned his horse to a stop. The group of villagers stopped in a group around him. He took a moment to look over the company once more before speaking. Some were older than he, and some were barely old enough to shave, a diverse group indeed, though they all had a look of determination on their faces.

    He raised his voice so all of the men around him could hear. "No doubt some of you have seen battle before, and obviously some of you have not." He noted many nodding heads in the group, mostly from the older men. No doubt some of them had taken part in the Goblin Wars that ravished much of the land years earlier. "Understand that we will be fighting a battle unlike those you are used to. Our way will be one of stealth, striking our enemy quietly, when they are not expecting it. We can not hope to ride headlong into a force this strong, so we will distract them, take our victories where and when they present themselves." Not a surprise to anyone he assumed. "Everyone should be aware of the danger we ride into. Some of us . . . perhaps all of us, may die. So, if you're not prepared for this, then turn back now. No one will be thought of as a coward for doing so."

    Darion paused for a moment studying the group gathered around him. To his surprise, not one of them left, or even hinted at doing so. "Good." He said at last. "We will ride hard as long as the daylight holds, and we will work on your training when the sun sets every night." With that Darion heeled his mount back into a trot, the rest of the group following. He turned slightly and smiled as Cymry moved to the front of the line to ride next to him.
     
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    The ride so far had been uneventful at most, the group of horses rode steadily and speedily on the way down from the village in the mountains. Gwandon rode near the back, he did not expect and surprise attack but he stayed their all the same. After a short while Darion begun to slow as the ground leveled, It was not past noon yet and far too soon for any break. For a moment he gave a small speech to the villagers on the plans he had made, prepaing them. Gwandon thought they did not even take the question to mind, people tended to ignore any offers to back out untill they were to far in to back out. He wondered if some of the men had fought in the golbin wars, most of the fighting was to the west of these part, but then again goblins raided almost anywhere then and a lot of men joined the nearest army to fight. Hopefully Darion was right, any experience would prove useful. Even though stealth was the best option Gwandon still would prefer an open fight, his white and red standards and clothing did not make for good camoflauge but he did have a saedan hunting cloak in his pack from one of his journeys. Even so he rode on ready for whatever fighting and stalking was needed.
     
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    When Darion slowed his horse a bit, Cymri was finally able to catch up with him. Due to the length of the ride, she didn't want to push her mare too fast; Hitha would have a hard enough time keeping up this pace. She was used to being slightly pampered. Obviously, Darion's mount was used to the hard work.

    Grinning at Darion, she teased, "Rousing speech you gave back there. I was waiting for a standing ovation from the peasants. But I suppose that's difficult while you're riding." Quickly noting that Darion did not seem amused her her remarks, she turned more serious. " Do you really think we won't return? What will become of their community?" she questioned with uncharacteristic concern. "I can't help but worry about a village full of widows and orphans..... I hope that confronting Alvarel will be worth it."
     
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    Darion took note of Cymri's growing concern, for the villagers it seemed. She had been doing more and more of that since he met her. An interesting developement he thought. "Our goal is to bring everyone home safely, my lady." Darion responded to Cymri's question. "I will work hard to prepare them for the road ahead. And with all luck, we will not have to face the charge of an army. I simply do not want anyone to go into this blindly."
     
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    As he felt the pace of the group slacken, Fallorian looked up and saw Darion stop up ahead and guessed that he wanted to say something important. Rolling up the parchment, he placed in back in the travel pack. Riding up a bit nearer to the head of the group, Fallorian listened as Darion told the men that they would recieve training so that they would not go along blindly. Hmm, well I do need some myself he thought again, but he always had that skill given to him by his ancestors which seemed to kick in randomly. Since he could aways rely on that he decided some training was the best option.

    Trying to find the brighter side of the present, he thought that when the time came, amybe he could ask Darion for his weapon back> Most likely the man will say He his not worthy of it and must prove himself. Oh why do people take what is not theirs...he never did, unless it was necessary. He waited silently looking around the group and saw the grim determination on their faces, and waited patiently to get going again.
     
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    Nodding in agreement with Darion, Cymri continued, "I hope we don't meet Alvarel in open battle. Elves are such odd creatures, you never know what they might do next." Falling into deep thought again, Cymri rode next to Darion in companionable silence. The landscape rolled by as they rode onward for miles.

    When it was nearly nightfall, Darion finally stopped the group, pointed toward a clearing and said it was time to make camp. In the rear of the group, several men groaned in reponse to the direction. They seemed about ready to fall off their horses from exhaustion. Cymri had never seen a makeshift campsite set up before, but how difficult could it be...

    Half an hour later, she figured out the answer to that question. While the men attempted to set up tarps into tents, she was stuck cooking stew for fifty people. Why did they assume she knew how to cook just because she was female? For a moment she considered allowing the mixture of meat and some unidentifiable vegetables to burn. That would keep them from asking her to work again. But Cymri did remember this was her supper too. Wouldn't make sense to ruin the only hot meal for the day.
     
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    Darion watched the camp go up with an amused smile on his face. Typically he just slept in the open, it made matters easier. Watching these people fumble around trying to erect tents was enough to make him want to scream. 'That's it' he decided. No more tents for these clowns, we'll be faster without them anyway. His smile grew a bit wider when he looked over to see Cymri cooking over the large cook pot unloaded from the groups lone pack horse. He barely suppressed a chuckle thinking of the rantings that must be going through the womans head right now.

    Shaking off his distractions, Darion ordered a guard set around the perimeter of the camp. Fortunately, most of the men in the group were hunters, and were very good at their bird calls. So that was how Darion instructed them to warn of univited visitors.

    Returning the the pack horse, Darion unloaded a large round bundle and unrolled it on the ground. Several nearby men stopped and took note as nearly thirty sparring swords rolled out onto the ground. Darion had the town's weapon smith prepare them when he began entertaining thoughts of teaching some of the villages people. Now looking about the group, he noted again that his intended group of thirty had grown to fifty. O well, they'll just have to share. He thought to himself.

    Instructing many of the men to take up a weapon, Darion began teaching them the basics of mastering a weapon. "Footwork, and balance, we'll start thumping on each other tomorrow night." He said to the group as he began his first form. To his surprise, most seemed to catch on fairly well.
     
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    The camp had been set up easily enough, some of the lesser able woodsmen who had joined spend far too long ptiching their tents. Gwandon's was first up after stopping, many years in the wild had made it easy to set a tent, its light whiteish cream covers were a sharp contrast to the dull brown or leather the villagers tents were mad of. He had never had muck use in hiding his presence, whever he had suspected the area was dangerous he usually spent the night sleeping in a tree not far from his camp just to be sure.

    When he had prepaired everything he noticed Cymri was busy prepairing supper, he had thought she was too stubborn to be made to do the cooking like a goodwife, he could only assume she had done so because everyone else was busy setting up the camp. After a while Darion slung out weapons for the 'enlisted' men to train with and had them doing manouvers. They were getting the hang of it, Gwandon had noticed Darions lion tattoo, the villagers would probably never realise they were being instructed by a master swordsman, a privalidge many nobles payed dearly for. Gwandon did not join them, he was well practiced with a sword, he had fought many battles and duels and recieved some of the best training when he still lived in the palace on the lake. Instead he sat by his tent with his sword in hand, checking the balance and sharpening it gently, keeping an eye of the men training. He noticed Fallorian did not join them, the boy was probably to arrogant to accept training with the villagers, the boy would need to be able to handle a blade if he was going to be anything more than a retainer on this journey.
     
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    Looking far ahead, Menecrow grunted in disgust as he spotted the small campsite in the distance. He could not make out any faces as of yet, but he was certain. Only the slow fools Darion and Gwandon would take to teaching the large group of inbreed villagers how to fight, as it appeared they were doing. Menecrow was beyond wise, he knew it was futile to teach the peasents how to fight when they would certainly meet death. If not by the ugly elf's hand, then from another unexpected source. Menecrow grinned at that last thought wildly.

    Finally slowing his grey stallion to a slow trot, Menecrow made his way into the camp. Several of the village men appeared to recognize Menecrow from the town, many of them had been showed their petty positions beneath Menecrow upon many different occasions. Most glanced down in fright, as expected, but one of the men in particular glared at Menecrow openly. Menecrow responded with a toothy grin as he showed the man the leather pouch he had stolen from his cloak earlier. The man's glare changed into surprise for a brief second, then transformed into anger. But the man stayed with the group. He was too much of a puppet to break away from Darion's lessons and confront Menecrow openly. Perhaps Menecrow will be given the opportunity to murder that one later.

    Carrying on, Menecrow approached the large fire where the Lady Cymri was diligently cooking Menecrow's supper for him. Tying his stallion to a tree, Menecrow got down and checked to make sure his crossbow and bolts were still securely fastened to the horse. Menecrow had made sure to steal more bolts from the flecher in the village before he left, but knew he would have to spend time tonight modifing their length, some for more accurancy and some for more range. Seeing that Cymri finally noticed him, Menecrow gave a sarcastic bow fit for any king.

    "M'lady, I see the poor filth around us are treating you with proper respect."

    Giving rough laugh, Menecrow grabbed a bottle of wine before treating himself to an oversized ration of the meal. Slumping himself against a large rock, Menecrow laid his feet out and enjoyed the fire's warmth while he ate. Looking over his shoulder, Menecrow took note of Gwandon not far off from the campfire. Turning back to Cymri, Menecrow posed another question.

    "I trust all this war nonsense is crucial to the regaining of your precious jewel?"
     
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    Darion roused the camp an hour before dawn and the group began packing up the tents and other provisions for the days journey. Two men were sent out ahead of the group to scout the road ahead. With an hours head start they would cover several miles before the rest of the party broke camp.

    Still slumbering under a tree near the now cold campfire was Menecrow. As Darion approached he couldn't help but catch the mans scent in the air. Briefly Darion wondered how long it had been since 'Mr. Magnificent' had taken a bath. Abruptly Darion kicked one of Menecrow's booted feet, not hard, but enough to wake the slumbering fool. "We will ride in a few minutes, my friend." He said as Menecrow watched him through bloodshot eyes.
     
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    Fallorian quickly packed up his simple tent, for therewas not much else to pack away, for everything else was stored away. Rolling the last of the tent layer, he fixed his bags onto his mount. Looking around he noticed a new member, a shabby man, who had the look as thought he ahd not washed for days on end. Seeing that Darion seemed to know the man, he let his presence slip from his mind.

    Waiting for the others to pack and for the scouts to return, he thought of ways to which the approach the subject of getting back his sword. Would he ask Cymri or Darion. He sat there while the group was close to being ready.
     
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    Gwandon had just finished packing his tent and belongings back into his saddlebags that morning. He had already awoken before dawn, he was used to waking early for travel, today seemed a little easier than usual. Putting them onto his tall white stallion, Niedarra, he patted his mane slowly before mounting the saddle, being careful not to hit the horse with his belted sword.

    Heeling the horse into a slow trot he made his way over to where the others assembled, chewing an apple from his pack which he had bought before they left the village.

    "Good Morning, we must leave soon if we are to gain plenty of ground before nightfall" Gwandon gestured over to where Menecrow was grumbling after being awakened by Darion. "I thought we'd lost that one for good, oh well I suppose his magnificence had a good ride catching up?"
     
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    Darion chuckled at Gwandon's comment, it seemed he was not alone in thinking Menecrow a fool. Looking back at the villagers he saw that they were nearly ready. "I sent men to scout the road this morning." He told Gwandon. "They left an hour ago, we should see no surprises this day."

    Looking back again at the quickly mounting men he raisied his voice. "We have a long ride ahead of us, let's get moving!" With that Darion and the others made their way back out onto the road and headed south.
     
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    "Onwards into the horizon" Gwandon called as the horses began to break into speed, Gwandon himself heeled Neidarra's flanks and set the white stallion into a gallop that brought him to the head of the collumn in moments, only slowing to stay with the others. There were some murmers from some of the woodsmen, Gwandons horse held not only saddlebags but Gwandons full suit of armour along with shield and lance without even the slightest sign of burden. Gwadon took great pride in his fine horse, he had trained it since long ago and riden it through many battles. He had rode hard and fast for four days before the horse could go no further when under one great urgency. Neidarra, 'White fire' in his native tongue, a stallion with no rival.

    Gwandon only smiled at the talk from the men and once or twice he rode the horse off the trail and over the obstacles in the forest without losing any ground in the ranks. He had nothing better to do on a long ride, none of the others seemed much use for conversation.
     
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    Menecrow slowly got up, giving an easy glare to the back of Darion, who was walking away giving orders. His sleep was always of utmost importance: a man of his strength had to be properly rested to stay in prime physical shape. Walking towards his horse, Menecrow quickly strapped on his gear, making sure the crossbow was in easy access in case any opportunities arose.

    Taking several rough gulps of wine to clean his throat, Menecrow grabbed a loaf of bread from one of the younger villagers who happened to be walking by. Quickly taking some savage bites, he handed it back to the youth with a rough bark of laughter.

    Noticing that the group was starting to head out, Menecrow mounted and followed near the back. The ride was rather quiet, but Menecrow was a man of infinite patience. He amused himself by seeing how many of the men could nerve him riding behind them for more than a couple paces. As he expected, only Gwandon and Darion could master it. But Menecrow kept in mind that they had been around men almost as dangerous as Menecrow before.
     
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    Cymri rode along with the rest of the party in a tense mood. She was exhausted from attempting to sleep in the forest. Despite the tents she had felt completely vulnerable and was unable to get any decent sleep. She hoped Darion wasn't serious about not setting up any tents the next evening. It was bad enough sleeping in the tent, Cymri didn't want to imagine resting underneath the trees. Adding to her tension was being cornered into cooking last evening. The man who had insisted that she be of use last night was considerably larger than she, most likely a blacksmith from the size of him. She felt it was to her best advantage to agree with him at that time, but didn't plan on forgetting feeling humiliated by doing common labor.

    As the miles went dragged on, she became bored with the journey. The landscape was monotonous and Darion didn't seem prone to calling for stops. She kept wondering who had designated him in charge besides himself. Oddly enough, everybody else seemed content following him, including Fallorian. That confused her a bit as she thought him the last person to want to follow Darion.

    To counteract the boredom, Cymri silently observed Menecrow unnerving most of the group. It was amusing to watch men spend a mile attempting not to look over their shoulder when Menecrow was behind them. For further entertainment, she wadded up little balls from her inedible morning bread. When she rode close enough behind someone, Cymri threw the little balls at the back of their heads hoping to send the squishy little pieces down their shirts. She hid her glee when she was successful several times. It did help counteract the mindnumbing boredom of riding for miles and miles.

    Towards the end of the day, Cymri came to a familiar crossroads. She knew this way lead back towards the Imber mountains in a fairly direct manner. Thinking back on Menecrow's earlier words about this really being necessary to her, she started to think. Edging her horse near Menecrows she leaned over and quietly made a proposition to him.
     
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    Gwandon rode throughout the day not much caring when Menecorw began a staring competition with his back for a while, he chuckled inaudibly at that, and again when menecorw decided to give up. Once or twice Gwandon felt something hit his back, after turning around he saw nothing but an overy nonchalant Cymri.

    When he finally turned back to the road, Gwandon noticed the corssings and one or two battered signposts along the road they were taking, If Gwandon knew his geography right he knew exactly where they were, he edges over to ride side by side with Darion to confirm his notion.

    "We must have gone further than i thought yesterday, If I am not mistaken we should reach Charain not to long before sunset, A city like that could prove a welcome break from spending a week in such a small village in the mountains. And after that there is a steady highway south the traders use. This ride is proving easier by the minute."
     
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    Darion nodded to Gwandon as he spoke of the town they would reach by the end of the day. He was not as familiar with the lands to the south as Gwandon, but he did seem to remember seeing the town on the map before setting out.

    "Perhaps we will spend the evening at an inn, it might do the Lady some good. She may not see a warm bed for a while." Darion shot Gwandon a wry smile. The thought of Cymri grumbling about sleeping on the ground was enough to make him want to break down into laughter.
     
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    Menecrow silently listened to the Lady Cymri's thoughts, as any proper gentleman would. Nodding his head as she spoke, he kept the other men away from hearing the discussion with the use of nasty glares and strokes to his twin axes. After the Lady Cymri finished her proposition, Menecrow gave his advice as to how he could help partake in their ordeal, and then proceeded to give his dedicated reassurances of his loyalty to her coin.

    Finishing his discussion with the Lady Cymri, Menecrow realized with this slow pace the group was taking he could easily modify the crossbow bolts he had stolen before he left. Guiding his grey stallion with his knees, he went to work methodically. If the men Menecrow attacked were going to die, which was a given, they had best feel the pain he gave them to the utmost.