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Randolph was relating a slightly skewed story of his disappearance to yet another officer when Martin came in. As was customary, everyone immediately dropped what they were doing, coming together at attention. Martin nodded and muttered “As you were”

This is the moment that Randolph was both anticipating and yet fearful of. He had known Martin for nearly fifteen years now – both knew each other by sight. As he had expected, the general spotted him – Randolph’s distinctive reddish-brown hair only singled him out.
Martin approached him, slightly more jovial then the cavalry captain had remembered him. “Randolph! Is that you? Where on earth have you been all these months?”
“Orion mostly – I was wounded outside of there.”
“Really then.? What about that cavalry detachment that charged on us?”
“Most likely defectors sir.” Randolph could not help but feel a bit uncomfortable at Martin’s questioning. The general, however, seemed content to drop it right there.
“Come over here Randolph.” Martin said, motioning to a set of armchairs. “We have much to catch up on.”

A short distance away, Frederick peered over his copy of “The Weekly Herald.” It was one of the more larger and up-to date-papers, boasting more than six pages. Getting up, he slid out of the room by a side door. Everything had been arranged. Marin’s tea would contain more than sun dried leaves today.

Sir Drake wrote:"Well, we need you to travel to Vilnius(N-6), a ruined city on the southern front, it might be ruined, but it's a very strategical place, once the enemy controls that, they have breached our main line"
"So, you want me to go there?"
"Yes, go there, you can get two-hundred Immortals(name of an elite band) to aid the current troops stationed there"
"Aye, sir" Swift answered.
"Aye, sir" Leonidas followed.
"Aye" Strider added.

After this, they went to the others to tell the news.

"So, what's thee news?" Aaylah asked Swift.
"I don't know I you like it and I don't know if you're coming but we need to go and defend a very strategic city"
"Well, I'm certainly comin' with you, since now, you're the only one that had a real battle" Radjar said.
"Yeah, you're right, I'd like to stretch my arms and legs again" Fraun also added.
"Well, I can't leave you men alone, so I'm comin' to" Aaylah confirmed.
"Great then, you're all comin', I'll give some more details on the road, but we'll need to gather our men now"
"How many men are we getting this time?"
"Two-hundred, two-hundred elite soldiers"

After they had gather the soldiers and got and their horses, they rode out for Vilnius. During the way, Swift gave some more details about their status in the war. It didn't took long 'fore they arrived at the outskirts of the city. It was clearly an old city, since all the building, or what's left of them, was made out of stone, there wasn't any sign of wooden frames or something like that. The city was completely ruined, destroyed by catapults, at the first sight, there wasn't anyone there, but as they continue to rode, they came acrros some small campfires with soldiers around them.

"Soldier, were's your local HQ?"
"It's in the town's church, sir"
"How do I get there?"
"Just continue this road and then go left, you'll see the curch from there"

Swift and the others followed the road the man gave and came indeed, as he said, at the church. Some men were playing carts at the doors while others were cleaning their swords. There were many wounded in the church.

"Who's in charge here, lieutenant?"
"Well, since I'm the highest in rank of the survivors, I am"
"Lieutenant, Flaming dogs comin' in" a soldier yelled at the lieutenant.
"Why can't they just leave us alone, get back to the river, I'll send you the men I can spare" the lieutenant responded.
"Yes sir, sir"
"We'll help you" Swift offered.
"No, rookies, leave this to the big guys"
"Rookies, I don't think he knows against who's he talking" Radjar groaned.
"Let's go" Swift said "let show 'em what rookies can do!"

He ran outside an jumped on his horse, so did his friends. They spored there horses as they rode to the river. Once they got there, the enemy had allready crossed the river with some wooden assault boats.

"Help these men" Swift ordered while he jumped of his horse. He quickly unsheated his swords to slice in the enemies.
"Archers, give them a volley!!" he ordered.

The Red Flame infantry didn't count on the heavy resistance provided by the Immortals and tried to redraw their men, but they were all slaughtered.
The Immortals had only lost a handfull of men during the defense of the riverside.

"We might have won this time" the lieutenant said when he joined Swift and the others "but they'll come back, that's guaranteed, it seems like they're with a million over there"
"We can't afford to lose this town, lieutenant, we'll do everything we can" Swift said.
"Get some soldiers in that bell tower over there, then we'll have a good sight on the river" Swift ordered "Fraun, can you come to me, please"
"Sure"
"These men have all lost their will to fight, their morale, can't you let your Rangers come here to help us in this strugle, that'll sure give them back some courage"
"I'll see what I can do"

The rest of the day, the army spend at taking positions and reinforcing it's defenses.

"I will soon be out of this Megablock excuse of a nation." He said to himself.

Parcours
P-4

The next morning was an early one for Markus. The dew was on the grass, the birds chirped, and the sun began to peek over the hilltops to the east. It was a beauty that could make a normal man stop dead in his tracks. But not markus. His only goal was to get a boat before the whole town was awake.
"Morn'n Tom." Said A gaurd to another at the docks, "Time fot the night shift to go to bed and the morning shift to take yer place."
"Yeah, yeah..."Said the gaurd called 'Tom' grogally. He made his way off the docks and around the corner.
Markus sighedd. He had thought he could get this overwith before the changing of the gaurd. Regardless, he steped onto the wooden planks that made the dock, and proceeded to make his way toward a small, one-man vessel, to his right.
"Up a bit early, eh, sir?" Asked the new gaurd, smiling, "And who could blame you? It is lovly out today, is it not?"
Markus said nothing.
"I am going to need to see proof that this is, in fact, your ship. What is yer name, sir?" He asked, looking at a paper of names.
Markus quickly drew his sword, and threw his arm sideways, cutting across the chest of the unexpecting gaurd.
"P-please sir...I have three small children..." The gaurd said in a shaked voice.
Markus broke the rope tieing the ship to the dock.
"My name is Markus." He said, looking down to the now quivering gaurd, "And I will not kill you."
"T-thank you sir, for your mercy." The gaurd said, begining to calm.
"Mercy?" Markus swong down his sword, causing the gaurd's lower leg to be renderd from the rest of his body.
"I show no mercy. I show haste."
And with that, he was in his boat. Markus looked to the horizen. Adventure was fun.

"Are you alright?" Called Bjarn from the top.

"Yes, I am." replied Anardan. "There's a pile of scree here that cushions your fall."

"We'll be right down."

When the company was all down they and accounted for they began to proceed into the darkness. Gib hobbled along behind Voolmark on his crutches while beside him, Anaradan did the same.

“We’re a couple of jokes, you and me.” The forestman said, turning to Gib. “Trying to limp along behind everyone else. I don’t mind taking a nock now and then, but I’d rather recuperate back home where I wouldn’t have to fight off Bloodwolves or create patched together cranes on the spur of the moment.”

“Ah you’ll be alright.” said Gib. “You’ve already lost one of those crutches. The young heal more quickly then the old. Take Reno for example.”

The young man himself came up as Gib said this. Shuffling his feet and scratching behind his eye-patch. The three fell in line together, joining in conversation as they meandered after the light in front of them. Reno was still a bit drained from his experience and still trying to catch up on what had happened after the fight with the wolves.

“So Luxus saved us huh?”

“Yep.” said Gib. “Twice in fact. He’s turning into a regular little Lord Void.”

Reno cringed at the mention of the wizard’s name. “I wish you wouldn’t mention him. I know he seemed to have reformed before the end. But still, even after his death I feel-“

“What?” said Gib.

Reno stopped, failing to see the reason for Gib’s interruption.

“Did you say he was dead?” Gib questioned.

“Yes,” said Reno. “He died when his airship blew up in the battle for Orion’s gate.”

Gib began to chuckle. “Well I don’t know how he did it, but he must have escaped. He was live and well when I saw him last at the Fire breathing fortress.”

“What! That’s impossible!”

“Nothing is impossible.” Said Voolmark, over his shoulder. “You’ll find, I think, that wizards are especially difficult to kill.”

“Well I wouldn’t worry about him.” Said Gib. “From what I saw of him last time, I don’t think he’ll be calling down deathers any time soon.”

“What do you mean?” said Anardan.

“That, I’m afraid I can’t tell you. I was promised a painful death if I did. Let’s just say he isn’t feeling himself, lately.”

“Even so,” said Reno. “It’s unnerving to know that he’s still alive. He wanted the pendants you remember. I’m almost surprised he isn’t here now. Being so connected to them and all.”

“Well,” said Anardan. “Bjarn says we all have some part to play in this so who knows.”

Gib began to snicker at this. “I’m sorry.” He said. “I mean no disrespect, but if that were true then that would mean Baron Peregil has a purpose here as well, and I highly doubt that.”

“Hello?” said Voolmark, suddenly. “What’s that?” The old sage was peering ahead at a strange, white substance on the tunnel wall. The fellowship paused for a moment, gathering about to see what it was.

“Looks like webbing,” said Gib, “A spiderling must have been here.”

“A spiderling? Said Bjarn. ”I thought you said they were hibernating.”

“I did.” Said Gib. “But where do think they hibernate. No worries here though. Whoever left this, passed on a long time ago. See, it’s all flaky and dry.”

That matter settled, the company continued. There were no further interruptions until Voolmark once again called a halt.

“What is it?” said Dractor as they all crowded round his torch.

“Steps.” Said Voolmark. “And these weren’t made by time and running water. I’ll tell you that.”

“You’re right.” Said Gib. “And you know what else? I think I’m starting to remember this.”

Lord_Of_The_LEGO wrote:As Rosa turned to leave, Rodurik said, "If Ra- er, he asks about you, what shall I say?"

An angry glint flashed in Rosa's eyes, and she said, "Tell that megabloks I will personally slice him into fine ribbons if he dares approach or follow me."

She left. Rodurik sighed, and returned to his work.

Grid: M-8
Location: The Crusader port city of Farburg

It had been four days since Rosa had left Drullen Bell Keep, and she at last had crossed into Crusader territory. Not that that was a good thing. Rosa despised the Crusaders as a whole, for she never could see past the dirty and brutish Crusader sailors and thugs who had raped her constantly while she had been enslaved at the Broken Mast Inn many months ago. She really wasn't certain why she had headed south, but perhaps she just wanted to be away from the Forestmen as well. Not that she disliked the Forestmen at all, far from it, but after being cooped up in Drullen Bell for so many months Rosa just wanted to roam somewhere that wasn't predominantly woods. Of course, that had forced her southward.

Now as she entered Farburg, the northern-most Crusader city, she was in a dilemma. Where would she go now? The soldiers at a well-built guard tower let her pass without much hassle and now she was mingling with the populace clogging the streets. Farburg was a growing town due to increased trade and a recent change in governorship, but it still slightly reeked of it's past sins and woes that usually plagued the dozens of small to medium ports that hugged the Crusader coastline. Rosa entered one of the better-looking inns and ordered the first thing on the notice board that hung above the wine rack. It turned out to be a sweet and intoxicating brew, and Rosa cautiously only consumed half of it. This was not a place to become stupefied.

"Hey, luv..."

Rosa turned. A thick-set man with baggy pants and foul breath was leering at her. He pushed himself onto the high stool next to her and slurred, "Yer a pretty precious..."

Rosa returned to her drink, feigned a sip, then whipped out her knife. Before anyone could react, least of all the drunken man, the silvery weapons was embedded in the scarred woodwork of the bar, neatly pinning the man's hand to it. He screamed in pain and slipped off his stool, trying to wrench his hand out, only to cause more damage and pain. Rosa reached back over and yanked the knife out of flesh and wood, wiped it on a bit if scrap cloth, and sheathed it without a second glance at the whimpering drunkard. The inn's clientele, who had been watching the event, returned to their glasses, muttering among themselves. No one went to help the fool on the floor until the owner of the inn stumped over and grunted, "Stop bleedin' on my floor!" before kicking the drunk outside into an alley.

Rosa wasn't bothered the rest of the night.

Lord_Of_The_LEGO wrote:
Yes, that's what he'd do. Lord Void would travel south, into the Mougidishaar Province, and visit 'Prince' Hadadar at his estate, the Grolling Fortress.


Grid: G-11
Location: Grolling Fortress, Uutek Oasis, Moawlbi Desert, Mougidishaar Province, Dragonar, Dametreos

It took Lord Void surprisingly little time to traverse his way out of the snow and into the sandy hills known as the Moawlbi Desert. It was if the giant snowstorm had purposely dumped it’s snow right on top of Majisto’s Workshop and had not gone any further. It really didn’t matter now anyway. Neither snow nor sand would impede Lord Void.

At a small trading post near the edge of the desert Lord Void had demanded a mount, and when the wizened old man had not recognized Lord Void and refused with out payment, Lord Void had killed him and his wife with a flesh-searing blast. Then after raiding their white-domed hut, Lord Void set it on fire as well for good measure and selected the finest steed, a long-legged, twin-humped camel draped in faded fineries. The beast was not particularly fast, but it was sure-footed, and knew the route to Grolling well, enabling Lord Void simply to practice magic-weaving with himself while it plodded along almost unguided. Lord Void, after studying the goblin-tome that he had opted to bring along, was able to drawn down a cloud to keep him cool, for even in the winter months the sun still beat upon the Moawlbi harshly.

After two days, a green smudge became visible on the horizon, and Lord Void knew he would be at the Grolling’s gates by the early afternoon. As the camel continued forward, Lord Void prepared himself by polishing his monocle, waxing his sharp moustache and goatee and magically enhancing his robes so that they shone.

At last the sand receded some and gave way to swaying trees and ferns, which soon became quite think, turning the landscape quickly from arid desert to lush jungle. Through the trees the white-washed structure of the Grolling Fortress came into view, it’s parapets and gate bustling with activity. As Lord Void approached, swaying on his camel, everyone, from gong farmers to merchants to soldiers turned to stare at the ruler of the Dragon Masters and his odd mount. Instead of parting, the crowd thickened, seemingly entranced at the sight of their leader. Most of them had been uncertain if Lord Void really had survived the BloodVaine Epic, for he had failed to proclaim victory grandly and declare a nation-wide holiday, a tradition all of the previous leaders had done when they had won a war.

Lord Void, annoyed at the delay, contemplated simply incinerated a path through the crowd, but thought better of it. Yes, he wanted the people to fear him, but not so much so that they went past awe and on to discontented rebellion. Instead Lord Void cried out in a commanding voice, “Clear a path, you sand-eaters, you spawn of desert lizards! Do you not know proper obedience to your king?”

Lord Void launched a steam of fire directly over the crowd, singing the hair of the taller persons.

“MAKE WAY!”

They scattered. Booths were overturned and smaller persons were trampled. Lord Void cackled to himself. Typical. Words were usually useless, but do a little magic and suddenly everyone obeys.

“You, soldiers!” he snapped, “Lead me to Hadadar! He need not be forewarned of my arrival…”

Grid: M-8
Location: Drullen Bell Keep, Frayla's room

It was now allready a week that Fraun, Swift, Radjar, Aaylah and Strider were in Vilnius. Like Swift asked, Fraun contacted the Rangers at Drullen Bell by a letter, in more specific to Frayla:

Dear Frayla,

How are you? I hope that your doing fine over there, I've been a while away from you, i even lost count. We're stuck in a small town called Vilnius, it's like being in Megablocks around here, we can't cross the river or we'll surely be shot down by enemy archers and we have to constantly break enemy attacks. I'm asking, no, I'm begging you to come here, together with the Rangers, if possible, as quick as you can. Luckely I'm not alone around here, Radjar and Aaylah are here to, together with Swift and Strider, those guys are pretty fine and they're pretty good fighters to, we make a real good team. We even have allies around here, can you believe that? This is starting to get more and more like a civil war, if the other Forestdwellers aren't going to do anything about this, the Wolf Pack will bleed to death. 'Fore, I forget, Radjar asked me to ask how Rosa is doing, he hopes she's fine, tell her he loves her alot.

Love, Fraun

PS: May Chodan watch over you...

When Fraylah had read the letter, she quickly grabbed some parchment and a feather and began to write:

Fraun,

I shall ride out, together with the Rangers to help, even if Gonderin doesn't gives me permission, I will not let you die in a strange province. As for Radjar, I have some bad news: when he left together with you, Rosa just flipped, it didn't took long before she ran off, nobody knows were she is now, I hope for Radjar that she only left off to cool down a bit and that she's returning. I'll shall ask Gonderin what he can do about this, but I think he can't do alot, since Bjarn isn't around here anymore, but he'll certainly do what he can. Hang on in there, please, hang on another week, that's all it will take 'fore I arrive there. Give Chodan's blessing to your friends.

Love, Frayla

"Come here, little Nilbur" she said against the dove that brought Fraun's letter. She bound the letter on the dove's it legs and then said: "Give these to Fraun, as quick as your wings can take you"
The dove settled in the open window, then spread it's wings and flew away.

"Now, I'll better go ask Gonderin if he can do anything about this" she said to herself. She grabbed her woolen cloak and went outside and crossed Drullen Bell's square and headed to the main tower, were Gonderin stayed.

Undergrowth of Neverwood.

Luxus sat atop Sir Dractors back, watching the other people look at the web.
"Sir... Dractor." Luxus said.
"yes Luxus" Sir dractor said, moving his head to the side.
"When.. If we get out of here, will you teach me to fight?" Luxus asked, keeping his voice quiet
"Yes luxus, or course we will get out of here." Dractor smiled
"Promise?" Luxus said
"Promise..." Dractor repeated slowly. "I don't know, Luxus."

"We need a way through here..." Bjarn said

Formendacil's Note: Sorry, Nic, I've added a line here. Sir Dractor is very careful about the promises he makes, and he knows that he might not be able to keep such a promise.

Grid: N-6
Location: Vilnius

This is a note out of the diary of a Red Flame Soldier
March 05, day 2 of the battle for Vilnius (it's actually allready busy for a longer time, but I'm counting the days that I'm taking part of it)

Another battle occured this morning, another bloody battle, but we've lost again, since those new guys arrived, we're losing our advantage of having more men. I saw my best friend die today, his name was Vassilikov, I'll never forget him. He got decapitated by a Dark Forester, I hope that the Dark Foresters didn't got involved in this war, otherwise we would surely lose it, or maybe we wouldn't, Ciroal is much more intelligent than Defoe was, she'd find a way to defeat them.

"Alexkov, get your weapons, the general wants us to perform another attack on the enemy's camp"
"Sure, get to the main camp, I'll first finish this"
"Okay, but don't get late, General Joseph is pretty mad today due to all the losses"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll make sure I don't get late"

I'll finish this later, but we're going to do another attack now, I think we should get a new General assigned, the current one is getting crazy from all this stuff, we'll that's what you get when you never went trough battles like this.

Alexkov quickly grabbed his sword, helmet and shield, putted his diary away safely in a pocket of his wintercloak and left for the main camp. There he regrouped with his friends.

"In line you" a lieutenant yelled at him "or I'll feed you to Bloodwolves personally, I'm I clear?!"
"Yes sir, you are clear sir" Alexkov replied. He was getting very used to this, most of the compagny stationed here, were all men and boys out of subdued Wolf Pack tribes of the mainland, so all their superiors always shouted at them, since they weren't "pure" Flames.

Alexkov and the men of the squad he was in all hurried to an assaultboat, and set off to cross the river. They were with superior numbers, so they could only win...

Sir Drake wrote:"Now, I'll better go ask Gonderin if he can do anything about this" she said to herself. Frayla grabbed her woolen cloak and went outside and crossed Drullen Bell's square and headed to the main tower, were Gonderin stayed.

Grid: M-8
Location: Drullen Bell Keep, Gonderin's Room

Gonderin was at his desk writing in a fine, precise print when a knocking on his door interrupted. Gonderin set aside his quill and said, "Come in."

Frayla entered, clutching Fraun's letter in her hands.

"Please, Gonderin, sir, if this is a bad time..."

"Nowadays, no time is a good time," replied the elf, "But sit down, these papers can wait."

"Thank you, sir."

Frayla sat, and then said, "Gonderin, sir, I have a letter here from my -- err -- friend Fraun Jerlock."

Gonderin raised an eyebrow. "Indeed. I have heard of Jerlock. His was one of the front most captains in the charge upon Orion's Gate. As I recall, he also was the captain who involved himself with the Fell War, a primarily Dark Forest and Wolfpack issue."

Frayla flushed, but Gonderin continued, "Please continue..."

"Oh, well, he says here he's in a distant city called Vilnius, and the Wolfpack has succumbed to civil war. Radjar Kath, Fraun's sister Aaylah, and two other men called Swift and Strider are also with him. He...he requests troops be sent to aid them..."

Gonderin raised his brows again.

"I see. Once again Fraun Jerlock is involving the Forestmen in a war they did not choose."

Frayla burst out, "Who chooses their wars? The Forestmen didn't choose to enter the BloodVaine War, they were forced!"

"Indeed," agreed Gonderin, "And it seems Fraun Jerlock is forcing the Forestmen into this Wolfpack civil war. However-" he held up a slim hand as Frayla began to protest "-I can not and should not completely blame him. The three Forestdweller Factions are very much entwined, what effects one will undoubtedly effect the other two to some degree."

Gonderin learned back in his chair, his features drawn tight in thought.

"You know that I cannot authorize the deployment of Drullen Bell troops without Lord Bjarn's explicit written or verbal permission," continued Gonderin, and Frayla's heart sank, "But, no Forestman leader including the Elk Man himself can not dictate all the movements by the various Forestmen tribes. The Forestmen constitution has always been hazy on this point...where does the authority of the tribe leader, in this case Captain Jerlock, override the wishes of the Elk Man. The Forestmen always wanted more freedom than a monarchy could give, and so that is why out constitution was written the way it is. One Elk Man, ruling over but not dictating the ways of several smaller Forestmen tribes, not unlike how the Classic Emperor mediates over all of Dametreos."

Gonderin leaned forward, clasped hands now resting on parchment-strewn table.

"This is my conclusion. I cannot possibly allow elite capital soldiers to go to Fraun's cause, but if you are able to contact and persuade men and women from Jerlock's own tribe to go to his aid, then so be it. I only ask that they attempt to keep their Forestmen identity as obscured as possible. I do not, and I am certain Lord Bjarn feels the same, want to drag the Forestmen into a civil war that might be avoided. Indeed, this war has been deemed legitimate by the Classic Emperor himself, as I have heard from our ambassador Mellina Phylla. However, the Forestmen and Wolfpack were close allies during the Blackcloak bloodline, and as neighbors and allies the Forestmen are deeply interested in to outcome of this dispute."

Frayla asked, "So it is alright if I get Fraun's men to go help him, but no one else?"

Gonderin nodded. "That is correct. And remember to obscure the fact that they are Forestmen."

Frayla rose and bowed, her face now much less pale.

"Thank you, Gonderin sir, thank you very much!"

Gonderin simply nodded, and Frayla left.

Robin Hood wrote:"I was talking with someone and apparently a couple of weeks ago, there was a large group of people partying here. The whole inn was closed to others. And one of the staff here heard one of the drunk men singing a BULL song. Also, on two occasions the man thought he heard someone say 'Bloody Falcons.'"

The prince sat there without speaking for some time. "Very, very interesting. Do you think they might have anything to do with the power shift?" The prince related all that he had heard.

"Hmmmm, maybe, but from what I have heard Martin is no better than Durlass. I can't see Bulls, IF any exist, wanting to get him on the throne."

"True," said Lego, "I wonder......hmmm. We'll have to see if we can find these underground Bulls. Maybe they can help us."

Lord_Of_The_LEGO wrote:Vanderdious burst back through the door. "There's trouble!" he gasped.

Grid: G-7
Location: Falconis City

“What kind of trouble?!” the Lone Falcon snapped. Dordrot and Freena were already shoving on snow boots and throwing on coats.

“Lord Barbod’s entered a bar, and now three Royals have confronted him!” explained Vanderdious.

The Lone Falcon did a double-take. “Royal Knights? Not Black Falcons?”

Vanderdious nodded vigorously. “Aye, as sure as the snow is deep.”

None of them knew what to make of this, so they are tumbled into the snow in pursuit of the Bull King.

~

Barbod eyed Lego quizzically.

“Aye, I be a Bull? What is it too you?”

Lego looked around him cautiously. “You are against Durlass and his men.”

Barbod spat. “Bloody Falcons! OF COURSE I’m against that son of a mega blocks! Here to arrest me, eh? Working for Durlass, are ye? Tyco little-”

“No.” Lego cut Barbod off, “We don’t work for Durlass. In fact, we are against him. We want him overthrown as well…”

Barbod stared. “Oh…and why you ye want to do that?”

Lego glanced about again. “Not here, not where anyone could hear…”

Suddenly the Lone Falcon, Vanderdious, Freena, and Dordrot entered and strode up to Barbod and Lego.

“What is going on here…?” asked the Lone Falcon slowly.

Lord of the Lego wrote:Suddenly the Lone Falcon, Vanderdious, Freena, and Dordrot entered and strode up to Barbod and Lego.

“What is going on here…?” asked the Lone Falcon slowly.

Grid: G-7
Location: Falconis City

Lego inwardly cursed. Not only was the bull they were talking to either drunk or mad or both, now four Falcons had just invaded their conversation. Well three Falcons for sure, the one man look more like a Bull Knight.

"They're probably with the Falcon's spy net" thought Lego. "I'll have to be very cautious."

"What's going on here is a private conversation between people," said Lego in as casual voice as he could make. Hoping that the bull emblem on Barbod's chest wasn't visible. "What business is it to you what we are doing?"

"Its our business to know what you are doing to our K...umm...man." answered Dordrot before The Lone Falcon could answer.

"Your man?" asked Lego. "So this fellow is with you?"

Location: A river in Forestman territory


Elacil and has soldiers were furious. Even the trackers, convinced at first that Markus was merely a rogue, were now out for his blood. In the name of sport, he had maimed for life a good Forestman who had done nothing to him whatsoever, shattering any chances of his ever walking again.

Some of the company forded the river near the town with their mounts, others keeping to their bank, so that any signs on the riverbank could be picked up by the trackers. A riverman lent them a large skiff for the main body of the Forestman party, so Markus could not escape by land or water without being noticed by Elacil's skilled trackers. Forestman law had only required Elacil to pursue Markus the borders of Forestman lands as he had not harmed anyone at the time of his escape. But it was different now.
The Forestmen were not to be reckoned with, by any man's account, and now it was blood for blood.

Before anyone could react, more visitors came into the tavern. Four city guardsmen strode in, led by a sergeant. Eyeing the group, the leader stepped forward.
“What the Tyco is going on here?” Looking at Barbod, he pointed with his baton. “And you – why on earth are you striding around with bull emblems? Halloween was over months ago.”
Barbod did not take too kindly to the weak insult and whipped out his sword. “I am a Bull. Speak with greater respect or I will driv…”
Vander cut him off. “Please sir, ignore whatever he says. He’s quite drunk – I’ll see that he’s properly taken care of.”
Barbod glared at Vander as the Falcon commander shook his head.
“I’m sorry, but this man has already implicated himself. He will have to come with us.”
For a bit, both the Royals and the resistance members were at a loss as what to do. Barbod however, thought both quickly and perhaps a bit rashly. He raised his sword to the astonished sergeant’s neck
“Make me”

lemon_squeezer2 wrote:For a bit, both the Royals and the resistance members were at a loss as what to do. Barbod however, thought both quickly and perhaps a bit rashly. He raised his sword to the astonished sergeant’s neck
“Make me”

Desperate thoughts whirled through the Lone Falcon's brain. He was at a total loss at what to do. Things were not going according to plan, his plan.

Then he an event flashed into the Lone Falcon's brain. A scene from his past. His distance past, from when he was young and rash and adventurous. The time when when had first met the Ogre. Things hadn't gone to plan then...and he had still survived. Perhaps...plans got to predictable. Plans needed altering.

Sometimes plans needed to be disregarded completely.

The Lone Falcon suddenly drew out his spear, his worn, anchient spear -- and growled, "Make us."

There was a swish. Dordrot raised his sword. Freena tightened her bow. Vanderdious raised his fists. Lego looked at them uncertainly, then he, too, drew out his sword, as did his men.

The sergeant looked stunned. "Submit!" he shouted.

"Nay." replied the Lone Falcon, and smacked the butt end of his spear into the sergeant's face.