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[Windmount Stables] Sayana goes to the stables to practice some riding and comes across a pleasant surprise.
(This is a thread from Mizahar's fantasy role playing forums. Why don't you register today? This message is not shown when you are logged in. Come roleplay with us, it's fun!)by Sayana on April 29th, 2015, 2:34 pm
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by Garland on May 7th, 2015, 8:38 am
Ser Jordan Kinsways was a rather admirable sort, always charismatic and always ready to crack a joke or help his fellow knight or squire in any way. Though he has one major flaw.
He is a terrible leader. His knowledge of combat and tactics were fairly limited, though his terrible decisions almost always puts him and squad in terrible danger, his sharp tongue and quick thinking usually makes it so he could walk out of his mess scotfree.
One day, just when the walls of Syliras were just about to be finished rebuilding, a terrible band of outlaws decided to take over the budding city. They were not many knights at the time, and most of them were not well trained as of yet, the Order's standards were a bit lower than today's standards.
The knights were given an ultimatum, they give the city to the bandits and become their slaves and they won't kill them, or they go to war. The knights were heavily outnumbered at the time. They would be easy pickings with the walls only partially done and with only a few farms for food.
Ser Jordan could not stand such insolence from these aggressors. Before the higher-ups even know of what Ser Jordan was thinking, he took his squad and rode into the woods, hoping to end this fight before it even starts.
Sadly, he did not count for the fact that there were a lot of bandits in the woods, a lot of them. They were in, and there was no way out. Luckily for him, his squad was mostly mages and sorcerers.
There was no way for them to fight them all, instead he devised a brilliant plan involving explosives, fire and a lot burnt trees. Sadly his plans backfired and instead only made the bandits tighten their defenses more towards their main camp.
Though his fluke made way to an even better plan of attack. A bit of glyphing here a bit of projection there, a lot of acting all around and then a fog! They were lucky that the night they planned their attack was on a foggy night.
The midnight, a wolf howls in the distance, adding to the atmosphere. Lights blinked through the foggy trees, the outer patrols were easily taken by surprised and quickly apprehended.
The ones deeper inside were another story entirely. "Leave the forests... or suffer an eternity of torture." Ser Jordan's disembodied voice boomed all over the camp. "Face the spirits of the dead of this forest." Then suddenly, a number of ethereal bodies popped out the ground, or at least things that can resemble bodies. Mostly just shapes and shadows, but enough to make even the most hardy of men a chill down their spine.
A bit of hot coal can also make for added chills. The voices of the bandit patrols outside were heard, but they were mostly screams of pain and agony. They were not the smartest of people, so as soon as they heard the screams of their former patrol, they ran as far away as possible.
With that out of the way, they returned to the city as heroes though they did get a good scolding for not waiting for orders before moving out.
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