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Post by Adelaide de Valore on May 26, 2012 14:22:15 GMT -5
The sun emitted its warming rays from almost directly overhead, signalling midday. The light that it provided shone upon a fine mare, whose dark bay coat glistened in a light layer of sweat, the result of a ride that had lasted since early that morning. Her rider was the youngest princess, Adelaide de Valore, whose tresses were almost the same shade of brown as her mount’s. She too was slightly dampened by perspiration, though she used a white silk handkerchief to wipe off her forehead quite often. Around her rode four guards, all mounted on horses of steel grey. A small royal procession, nothing fancy.
Adelaide’s intention had been to visit the small town of Massalia, though it was quite a way away from her home at Caur l’Aurore, and perhaps stay for an evening. Hence the bags tied onto the hind guards’ saddles. It had now been in view for a while, and they would reach it within a few minutes. She lifted a hand to one of the guards riding towards her front in a gesture that showed she wished to speed up from their brisk walking pace. He nodded once flicked his reins lightly. Their plodding turned to a light-footed trot and then to smooth canter. “There is my sweet girl,” she whispered softly into Suntaria’s ear.
The princess’s dress ruffled about her in the swiftness of their pace, a very light orange in color – the shade reminded one of a sunset. The dress itself was very simple, lined with creamy ruffles, only the luxurious quality of the light fabric gave away its value. She was adorned only by a pair of brown gloves and a dark gold tiara set with dark orange gems. Her hair was done simply but professionally in an impossible long plait that hung over one of her shoulders. She was forced to ride side saddle because of her attire. Some might say that she was underdressed for royalty, but to be honest she would have preferred to be wearing leggings.
Massalia was surrounded by farm lands, huge and widespread, but the town itself stood in the centre of it all. It was quite small, not at all like Ascalon that was constructed of mostly stone. The buildings here seemed to be wooden, only reinforced with stone at the bases. She stared at it with a lazy interest. As they neared she could see people stopping in their tracks and turning to stare at the five horses and their riders heading towards their tiny town. Some shouted at they recognised the dark hair and skin of Etrias’ royalty, though they probably didn’t know her face. She was not as well known as her sister.
They slowed to a walk once more as they entered. By now people were looking on in amazement. Royal visits were incredibly rare in Massalia, credited to the distance between it and the capital. Some of them bowed, others threw themselves to the ground and others simply looked on. She regarded them wearily. She didn’t really enjoy being so open and exposed. It was not that she feared for her safety but that she was open to their view. These are my people. I must learn not to feel so anxious. Her thoughts were harsh and caused her to raise a hand in greeting as they continued towards the inn.
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Post by Siegfried Maulesel on May 26, 2012 14:59:27 GMT -5
 [ o u t o f t h e m i s t s o f h I s t o r y h e ‘ l l c o m e a g a I n]Always A Hero Comes Home[ a n d h e w I l l c o m e b a c k o n a c r i m s o n t i d e ]It was a rather uneventful day for Lord Siegfried, who had travelled to Massalia in order to transmit his father’s message and gain knowledge on the supposed increase of thievery and rebellion at the borders of the kingdom, the Duke’s family was closely bound to the Lords of Etrias and their loyalty toward the crown was sincere, especially since Siegfried was a close friend of Prince Joscelin. He was atop his dapple-grey horse called “Noble Strength” and was wearing his usual red and gold garment with leather chest plate and the insignia of the house of Maulesel designed in it. His scarlet cloak hung elegantly as the cool wind blew at times while his ocean blue eyes stared into those of the mayor as he spoke of the recent thievery, which was suspected to be connected with the rebels.
The young noble seemed concerned and rather worried, but he said nothing as the mayor gave a full account of the late incidents, and he specified small raids would tend to take place between dusk and dawn, the villagers were growing impatient and just about ready to give up and move elsewhere. This could not happen for it was an important place for commerce and exchange. He frowned, and though this was no official visit, he had only allowed two of his castle guards to escort him. He did not think he would need anyone else to help him; he was a good strategist and weapon master himself. His polearm rested on his back, he usually carried it like one would a quiver and it had a special sheathe that covered the blade, he would only remove it if engaged in battle.
He sighed and said, “I suggest you gather all the men who can sustain a decent combat and be on the lookout, I shall stay here tonight, to help should the bandits return.”
Truth be told, the mayor and the people who had gathered to eaves drop were eager for the noble to help them defend their city, in fact they could not believe their ears, was he truly proposing to protect this small village in the middle of nowhere? Yes, he was. He could not stand injustice and thievery was one of the worst cases possible. He could tell his guards were about to argue on the decision he made ye the raised a hand and they spoke not.
He turned to look at them and said, “I cannot let this issue increase, it could reach Etrias and Their Majesties would be in serious trouble. Surely you know where your loyalties lie men, worry not for me, I shall be well. And you have come to aid me.” The men smiled, it was true how could they forget? They were entrusted with the important mission to protect him, their Lord, and they loved the Maulesel family well.
The mayor offered comfortable rooms for Siegfried and his guards, and as everything readied, Siegfried thought it best to be right in the centre, where the main fountain was, and its delightful water drops fell graciously and emitted a most delightful melody of peace. He was now sitting at the edge of the fountain, his horse drank some of the water and the noble took out his beloved instrument, the harp.
His fingers moved elegantly as the melody in his harp followed the rhythm of the water in the fountain, his eyes closed lightly in delight and soon the melody extended about the city, giving the people something to rejoice on, for Siegfried was well known to play the harp beautifully. His horse even enjoyed the melody as it swung its tail form time to time, to evade the flies. ( word count ) 809 ( status ) tagged adelaide & jonos ( place ) massalia ( notes ) Harp [/size][/center] Song: A Hero Comes Home by Idina Menzel
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Post by Jonos Frey on May 26, 2012 18:25:53 GMT -5
Jonos had received word from the city of Ascolon, there were those who sympathized with the rebels. Walks of all life, and people of many positions. The word was of the princess and the brother of the Duke, where they were headed was unkown. Yet they were tracked moving toward Malassia, Jonos assembled his men, as well as meeting up with a group of his raiders. They numbered twenty-six men nor including him self; ten calvery, eight swordsmen, and eight bowmen. Inside the village were some people of the rebellion, he had laid a wonderous plane.
He had sent people into the village ahead of time, his foot soldiers were the ones choosen to hide out within the village. Holding up in the houses of thier supporters, he would ride with the raiders in order to lure the defenders to the two designated trap areas. The two groups were split into five calvery, four archers, and three swordsmen pre group. He and two others would move with him to kidnap the princess, it seemed sound yet on the battlefield not all was certain.
He had snuck in earlier that day, walking the streets to guage the amount of resistance. It was mostly farmers, an a small escort of royal guards, why would they travel with such low security. He noticed the noble had a polearm strapped to his back, he recognized the man as Seigfried of house maulesel. He gave words of encouragment to the people, they cheered in excitment he along with them. He lingered afterward to observe, the princess entered the mayors residence. Siegfried stayed to play his harp, it was a beautiful melody.
Walking past him as he headed out, " I wish you luck my lord." He said stopping ans giving a bow before continuing on. ' Your going to need it this night' he thought to him self.
That night around the campfire him and his raiders made their preperations. " Tonight must be flawless, we ride for the people!" He yelled, " the people!" They replied, " stand firm, hold your ground, remember the plan. Move when you hear the sound, remember this and you'll live through the night." He watched everyone of them as they nodded in agreement. He turned from them and made his way along the stone pathway that lead to his tent. Entering he sat on a stool in front of a desk, a map os the village lay upon the table. Figurines of soldiers were set up on the map, he looked over the map. Searching for easy routes of escape, it was best to plan for all situations even defeat.
He closed his eyes rubbing them softly, he had been out participating in raids all over the country. Village after village of those who did not pledge support to the rebellion, they needed finacial backing. He felt like a bandit, this was no rebellion. He shook his head, rubbing his hand down his face. If tonight went well, they would receive a large ransome. That money would hold them over till they found finacial backing, some noble would want to make change or so he hoped.
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Post by Adelaide de Valore on May 27, 2012 1:06:24 GMT -5
As they drew nearer to the centre of the town, Adelaide noticed a strange commotion. She recognized the mayor who seemed to be speaking to the citizens gathered in the city centre. She couldn't quite tell what they were speaking of but she nodded at him in greeting. No doubt her father had sent word of her visit. Thankfully she would probably have a comfortable room within his own residence. She lifted a hand tot he same guard as before to show that she wished to halt. As they stopped she glance around locked her sights on a young man. "Excuse me." It was one of her greatest flaws as royalty that she did not seem to know whom she was supposed to address and who not to. Evidently she should have had one of her guards stop this man.
He stopped still as the princess' voice carried out towards him, sweet and high, carrying the accent that came with years of tutoring in eloquence. His voice was rough and shaky. "Ye - yes y'r royal highness." She looked at him in quiet agitation. Why did her people fear royalty? Were her mother and father not fair and just rulers. She had always thought so, compared to the tyrants she had read of in her history studies. She stopped herself in her anger. Would not she too be worried if she were a commoner and one of the royal family singled her out? She would. "There is no need to fear. I wish only to know what brings you all to this place in such number. Is there an event of sorts?"
He shook his head. "No my lady. There's been news of rebels planning a raid. One of them nobles is here, says he's going to help us." She looked at him for a moment. How had she not heard of this. A raid? She was not deaf to the world, she had heard the talk of rebels but it had never seemed real. What were they rebelling against? How would a change in power benefit anyone, unless they intended to take it themselves. Ah yes. Those who wish for a way in to power. The sort with selfish ideals. She narrowed her eyes - and a noblemen. Perhaps a Maulesel. "My thanks." He bowed nervously and began waking away. "Wait." With a nod to her guard the man received two silver coins as compensation for his information.
"Th - thank you y'r majesty." She smiled at him as he went on his way. This was one of her primary reasons for travelling every so often. She needed the people to know that kindness remained in the hearts of Etrias' royal family. She thought about it for a moment. Well, at least in her own. A moment later the most pleasant sound entered her ears. Delicate strumming of a harp, in the hands of a skilled player. It came from ahead. How lovely it was too. It made her want sit and enjoy it for hours. "I wish to see where that music is coming from." More importantly, who.
Her curiosity took them into the city square, in the centre of which was a large fountain. A dappled horse drank from the water and next to him sat none other than Siegfried Maulesel. She knew his face from the various visits he had had at Caur l'Aurore. He was also a good friend of her brother, Joscelin. A wave of her palm caused her procession to stop and fan out around her. One of them would have helped her off of Suntaria but she didn't quite approve of things like that. She slid gracefully off her mount. Two of her guards followed and the other half remained on their horses. She walked closer to the fountain where he sat. She stroked his horse as she waited for his delightful tune to conclude. "Greetings Siegfried. I did not expect to meet you here." Her voice was slightly reserved, holding reminiscence of the time when she was too timid to speak for herself.
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Hey Jonos, would it be alright if we went one more round before the raid begins so that we can just figure out where everyone is?
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Post by Siegfried Maulesel on May 27, 2012 5:46:15 GMT -5
[ o u t o f t h e m i s t s o f h I s t o r y h e ‘ l l c o m e a g a I n]Always A Hero Comes Home[ a n d h e w I l l c o m e b a c k o n a c r i m s o n t i d e ] His fingers moved elegantly as the melody in his harp followed the rhythm of the water in the fountain, his eyes closed lightly in delight and soon the melody extended about the city, giving the people something to rejoice on, for Siegfried was well known to play the harp beautifully. His horse even enjoyed the melody as it swung its tail form time to time, to evade the flies.
If anyone passed by where Siegfried sat playing his harp, they would be enveloped into the beauty of the melody and would also think that the young noble had lost awareness of his surroundings and could be taken for an easy prey.
But he wasn't.
Although his fingers were entrusted the task of creating such beautiful melody, his body was relaxed albeit ready should something happen suddenly. Even with his eyes closed he could sense he people passing by, what they conversed about and could even feel the intentions in their heart as they walked away. It was not a difficult task, you could tell the personality of anyone simply by the way they walked, by the strength of the steps and the movements that followed.
That was why he noticed the strange man that bowed to him in respect and wished him good luck. Under other circumstances, Siegfried would have opened his eyes and thanked the man or at least nod to his words in acknowledgment. But, he sensed something strange in the man, his eyes opened and though his body still looked relaxed and his hands still played the melody, his eyes silently followed the hooded figure as he left. Suspicion gleamed in the noble's eyes, why did he feel those words wild represent an ill omen?
He shrugged and continued playing, until another presence caught his attention. A small and melodious, yet shy voice greeted him and in recognising the owner of such melody his fingers stopped playing and his eyes looked into hers. He stood up and bowed saying "My Lady, it is an honour to acquaint such lovely presence and surely the people of this town rejoice at such." The smile from his lips faded somewhat as he added, a more serious tone in his voice, "however, I'm afraid you have come at a bad time for there are rumours of a rebel raid to take place tonight. I could not have anything happen to one of the Princesses."
He looked at the mountains for a moment and added"It might be best you seek shelter with the townsfolk alongside your guards, we will ambush the raiders and will charge from the other side of the town, hopefully there won't be any casualties."
Surely they would have time for more pleasant conversation after this battle is over, of course neither Siegfried nor Adelaide knew what was coming, for the enemy also had a plan of their own. He put his harp away and smiled once again at the Princess, "Allow me Highness, to escort you and your guards to the refugee." He bowed his head at her. He looked up at the sky, he suspected the battle would start quite soon. ( word count ) 809 ( status ) tagged adelaide & jonos ( place ) massalia ( notes ) Harp [/size][/center] Song: A Hero Comes Home by Idina Menzel
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Post by Jonos Frey on May 27, 2012 16:28:53 GMT -5
Stretching his arms above his head he gave a yawn, it wouldnt be long till he was in the midst of battle once again. Grabbing his long sword, placing it on the table before him. He looked over the table till he found his wet stone, he began to sharpen his blades edge. The sound of metal against the stone was like the meldoy of a battle to come. He had seen many battles in his many years, before leaving the king's military. Jonos was a seasoned soldier, his rank of lieutenant was testiment to that truth. Countless battles, countless numbers of people fell to his blade. Faces with no names, just one less threat to worry about.
Now he found him self to be the new threat to the kingdom, how the tables had turned. Jonos knew the rebellion would need his insight of military tactics, as well as the information he could provide on the inner workings of the kings army. Where the forts were, supply routes, formations, layouts of certain forts and the palaces defenses. When those days came, he would be a valuable asset. For now though, the rebellion only numbered roughly 100 men. Many were untrained, unarmored, unskilled. His raiders were his elite group, ex-soldiers, and people of skill he had trained furiously. The others were still wet behind the ears, many were farmers, hunts men, and woods men. The rebellion was in its infancy; with no finacial backing, no defined territory, an untrained and under equiped force. The chain of command was loose and still undisciplined, but he was working on that. He hoped that one day, this rebellion would be a force to fear.
Lifting his sword to his face, his eyes slowly examining the edges. He was satisfied with his work, sheathing his blade and rising from his stool. Jonos walked outside of his tent, looking out across the plains below the camp. His mind was on the noble Siefried, he knew little of the man. Only the skills of his polearm, it was said he was unmatched. Jonos would test those words this night, his eyes narrowed as he thought of how the battle would go between them. He had no lance nor spear, he would have to find a break in his defence to get in close. This would be a battle of technique and skill, his past experinences will come into play tonight.
Eyes shifting over the camp, he watched his men prepairing for battle. Cooking what possibly could be their last meal, he too had become hungry. Making his way down the path to the firepit of his raiders, taking a seat on a stool " Whats in the pot tonight?" Jonos asked, he hoped it was something new. Ad of late it had been meals of rabbit stew, " Roland shot a deer earlier this day." Jonos turned to face the man known as Roland, " A fine meal before battle, eat your fill men. For by morning we may dine in hell!" He exclaimed, his men laughed at the comment. Given a bowl and two cups of stew in it, he nodded in thanks taking a sip of the steaming mix of deer meat, raddishes, and onions.
The men talked amongst them selves as they ate, Jonos listened to their stories. He had many to tell, but he hadnt been in the story telling mood in awhile. Finishing his bowl, he stood the men looking up to him. " Be ready to ride." He said, the men finished the food before them. Rushing off afterward to saddle the horse. Jonos had been ready far ahead of time, from the short time it took to walk to his horse and ride back. His men were armed and mounted, " we ride!" He commanded kicking his horse, bolting down the path to the base of the mountain. His raiders at his heels, the thunder of horses hooves echoed into the mountain side. They made way to the village, the wind rushing through his hair as they rode. His mind was now on the battle before him, the plan solid in his mind.
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Post by Adelaide de Valore on Jun 3, 2012 11:17:32 GMT -5
To be honest, Adelaide had always been unbearably shy towards her brother's friend. In fact, the only men that she could speak to without a quiver in her voice were her two brothers and her father. Rather pathetic for a princess. But recently she seemed to be making progress - speaking of her own accord to Siegfried for example. "My Lady, it is an honour to acquaint such lovely presence and surely the people of this town rejoice at such." She almost blushed at the sincerity in his voice and she couldn't help but notice what a nice smile he had. A moment later, however, her years of experience in reading expressions told her that something wasn't right.
"However, I'm afraid you have come at a bad time for there are rumours of a rebel raid to take place tonight. I could not have anything happen to one of the Princesses." Hmm. Her expression changed to one of confusion and anxiety. "Rebels," she half mumbled the word to herself, it wasn't truly meant for Siegfried to hear, only an outward expression of her shock. What had they done to the people to cause them to form a rebel organisation? She exhaled and shook her head once. She never really involved herself in political matters, it wasn't her place to comment.
She recovered herself. "I thank you for your concern," the manners that had been drilled into her over more than a decade surfaced. "It might be best you seek shelter with the townsfolk alongside your guards, we will ambush the raiders and will charge from the other side of the town, hopefully there won't be any casualties." She drew in a sharp breath, her heart shooting a burst of adrenaline through her veins. As a woman, and more importantly a Princess, she would only ever be able to sit in safety and wait to see if her loved ones returned to her alive. It drove her insane sometimes. "I have confidence in you, my lord. You are a good man to help these people." She smiled softly at him.
"Allow me Highness, to escort you and your guards to the refugee." She glanced back at her guards, summoning them closer. "Of course." A few moments later, she had once again risen gracefully on to her mount, ready to follow Siegfried to whatever he considered a safe location.
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Wasn't sure whether she should get back on her horse or not =P Let me know if I've been stupid or something. I was also thinking that we could cut to later that evening. Adelaide, being her silly lil' self might have stepped out for some fresh air before the battle began and Jonos took her on her way back? What do you guys think?
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Post by Siegfried Maulesel on Jun 3, 2012 12:44:28 GMT -5
[ o u t o f t h e m i s t s o f h I s t o r y h e ‘ l l c o m e a g a I n]Always A Hero Comes Home[ a n d h e w I l l c o m e b a c k o n a c r i m s o n t i d e ] His eyes examined her as she moved and talked, she was so much like her mother, and she had the grace and countenance and charm of her brother Joscelin. In a way he was impressed she had approached him and spoken to him, usually she would hide behind her brother’s cloak when she was a child, but now, she fought against her own fears and limitations and spoke to him. Siegfried smiled at the innocence within the princess. She blushed lightly at his words and looked down. Surely those who fought against the Lords of Etrias could not see beyond their noses the innocence of some of the members of the royal family. That was why, at this very moment, he promised himself to protect the sister of his dear friend whatever it took. He smiled, she had grown so much from the last time he saw her, she was already a beautiful young lady, well versed in the manners of court and her duties in a family both admired and despised. Yes, no matter what a great leader you were, there would always be those who would oppose you, whether they had their own motives or not.
By the look in her eyes Siegfried could tell she was not at all informed on the current happenings of the lands about Etrias. Perhaps it was not her place as a young princess to know whatever concerned a prince or a King, but Siegfried thought it would be best if she were informed so she could be cautious about it. In many ways having a sister himself, brought this to his attention. He loved Daila, she was his heart’s joy, but she was unable to live a life different to that of the princesses or any noble girl or peasant girl. Women had such limitations it pained him to see the burning desire to live life in his sister’s eyes, very much like Princess Adelaide, yet they had to resign to what the world would give them. The sudden notice of how she whispered “rebels” and seemed somewhat shocked at the current state of affairs woke him from his own thoughts. He moved a lock of chestnut hair from her face, his eyes now more easily looking into hers, “Mi lady, I promise you, I will do my outmost best to protect you, and see to that you safely return to Etrias unharmed.”
"I thank you for your concern…. I have confidence in you, my lord. You are a good man to help these people."
He smiled at her words, surely if her family were here they would have been truly proud of the young lady she now was. Back then she was utterly shy and reserved and somewhat scared of her elder sister. How did he notice? Well, Siegfried was a rather intelligent young man, besides he had spent long periods of time visiting Joscelin, and the crown prince was constantly in his younger sister’s company.
He bowed his head deeply in thanks and said, “I shall do my best for you and your people, mi lady.” She was afraid, he could see it in her eyes, so he reassured her constantly and of course he meant his words. He was not only a noble and a man trained for the court, but he was also a warrior and he had a codice d’onore to follow. He was loyal to it and protected those who needed him, especially those who could not defend themselves. He had traveled the kingdom for many years, searching for those persons, and had returned a new man. Perchance why he constantly argued with his elder brother. They had always been different, but now, even so.
"Of course."
He jumped atop his horse and nodded to her. He looked up at the sky, they had no time to lose. He nodded at the Princess and guided her to the hill on a gentle canter. The sooner they were outside the town the better. It did not take them long to follow the rock path and climb the steep and thin path. There came a moment where only one horse fitted on the path and the rest had to follow in line. They suddenly stopped in front of a cave and Siegfried jumped off his horse. He offered his hand to help the princess off her horse and he said, “You will be safe here Princess, I am sure the people will be rejoiced to have you here, while we sort this problem out.” He frowned looking toward the town.
He spent some time reorganizing the people in the refugee and just outside he had granted the Princess her wish to go for a walk, just before she had to hide with her people and give them some comfort. Being so far form the town, Siegfried saw no harm in doing this. Of course he did not know what was coming. No one did. He watched the princess as she walked for a moment, and just as he moved toward her to advise her to go back to the refugee, he felt someone approaching and he turned instantly, relieved that is was one of his men.
A scout came at Siegfried and bowed his head at him in haste, “My Lord, I have spotted the rebels, it appears they have attached beforehand, I am left to suspect they knew of our arrival and wish to surprise us.” Siegfried frowned and sighed in annoyance, he then said, “Ready the men, start the defensive strategy right away!”
The man nodded and bowed, “Yes sir!” He left running and soon the defensive flanks were in motion. Siegfried stretched his arm and his falcon Beon landed on it, he caressed it and told the princess, “Whatever happens, Beon will look after you highness, I will always know where to find you, if need be.” Usually the bird helped him in battle campaigns but he thought it fit to leave Beon to protect the princess instead. He extended his arm and Beon went to hide to a nearby tree, its amber eyes looking only at Adelaide, in case she moved form its sight. Siegfried then moved toward his horse, yet something made him shift into a defensive position, nothing could be heard, but he felt something moving toward them. He removed the sheathed from his spear and stood in front of the princess in order to protect her. He held his spear in a defensive stance. How could this be? How could his plan move to complete failure now? The rebels were sure smart.
He then whispered to the princess, “Highness, stay close to me.” ( word count ) 1303 ( status ) tagged adelaide & jonos ( place ) massalia ( notes ) Harp [/size][/center] Song: A Hero Comes Home by Idina Menzel
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Post by Jonos Frey on Jun 3, 2012 21:18:05 GMT -5
They rode with haste, the element of surprise was theirs. Jonos intended to use this advantage, and he intended to exploit it as well. The glow of the villages lamp fires could be seen in the distance, they were growing closer. His heart was begining, the adrenaline was pumping through his veins. Nearing the village he ordered his men to close up, they formed two tight lines. Rushing into the open gates, they drew their swords. They expected to have a fairly large number of opposition, but the streets seemed to desolate.
He didnt mind this, he knew what was about to happen. This was childs play, and his opponent was still a tutor in tactics. Jonos's rebels were everywhere, his inside sources had already warned him of the flanking movements. The hide out spot in the caves near by, everything would fall into places. Jonos was getting old, but he was not useless just yet. Entering the towns centre, he haulted his men with a hand. "sir?" One man asked him in question, " we proceed as planned." as he spoke the sounds of charging men echoed in the darckness. From two seperate streets they rushed, Jonos only grinned. Wating till they grew closer, he ordered his men to break off.
Two seperate groups rode off to their ambush points, his group down one street the other to theirs. Looking back he made sure the attackers were still following, he knew they thought they had the upper hand. Were running them off, he was sure this is what the villagers were thinking. They thought wrong, just as they had thought wrong to choose to side with the crown. Gaining speed he rushed ahead of the enemy force, with a jerk he came to a stop. From both sides of the street two lines of men formed, one of foot soldiers the other archers. The deadly arrows tore through the rushing men, the sounds of agony struck fear in some of the others. A few flead for their lives, yet still some rushed. Two more volleys struck true, before the lines clashed. Spear against blade, blade against flesh. The screams of the dieing, peircing the once silent night. Jonos watched as his men made him proud, he had trained them well. Now he must do his part, turning he rode off to meet with the others.
At a small back alley he met with his elite raiders, nodding to them as he passed by. One by one they fell in line behind him, they made way to the caves. He knew he would find the Maulesel man there, waiting for him to arrive. He welcomed the challenge, it had been many a year since he'd had someone to test him. The sounds of hooves stampeding toward the caves, he could only imagine the confusion in the mind of the noble Siegfried. ' My plan has failed, but how?' He grinned at the thought, but soon as the sillouette of the mountains came to view. Jonos's mind was back to his duty, racing up the stine pathway. The clouds above moving to block the moon, it was perfect timing for the approach. It lasted long enough for them to reach the clearing in front of the caves. As they rose to the clearing, the moonlight shown on them. Their blades seemed to glow in the night, and he was there in front of him. Polearm in hand, " it seems we have found our target." His blade was by his side, his eyes locked on Siegfried.
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Post by Adelaide de Valore on Jun 6, 2012 11:36:37 GMT -5
She had never known quite what to think of her brother's friend. When she was younger she did her best to avoid him, not necessarily because of fear, but because of her timid nature and the fear of rejection. Come to think of it she had never had very many friends, which was probably why she was closer to brother's than anyone else. Yet now she found herself feeling girlishly foolish when her cheeks burned, wishing she had left her hair down so that she did not have to turn away.
She idly stroked Suntaria's neck as she waited the few moments it took for Siegfried to mount his own dapple grey. A heavier horse than her own, but most were. The one thing she despised the most about gowns was that one was forced to ride with both legs over one side of the horse, so as to look lady like - though she was used to it and the ride to Siegfried's refugee was hardly different from the journey she had made that morning. After making their way up a narrow pathway, they entered a clearing with a cave off to the side.
“You will be safe here Princess, I am sure the people will be rejoiced to have you here, while we sort this problem out.”
She nodded at him and gave a small smile in thanks for his compliments. It would take a while for her to get used to them, coming from him at least - if she ever did. She dismounted smoothly on to the dusty ground, creating a small cloud around her brown heeled boots. She found herself extremely glad that she had not decided to wear a more elaborate pair. It struck her then that she was not really looking forward to spending the entire evening in a dark enclosed space. She requested to take a short walk of Siegfried and was relieved when he agreed.
She felt that she would be perfectly safe, for she wouldn't go far. She just needed to breath fresh air for a short while. She watched as Siegfried extended an arm. To her amazement a large falcon swooped down and perched upon it.
“Whatever happens, Beon will look after you highness, I will always know where to find you, if need be.”
"What a lovely creature," she said, intently gazing at the falcon. "I would be honored to share his company." With that she began on her way down the path, contentedly listening to the chirruping of the birds that occupied the trees. It was hard to believe that anyone could be planning a rebellion in such a peaceful place. Just as she rounded a gentle curve of the path, she heard footsteps coming her way. She turned to see Siegfried coming towards her. He tensed, but it was only one of his men. They spoke for a few moments and then he ran off again.
She was feeling slightly confused by the time he had come quite near to her and taken a defensive stance. "What is the matter?"
“Highness, stay close to me,” he whispered.
Her eyes grew wide with a mix of fear and bewilderment. The sound of a horse pounding towards them hit her ears a moment before it rounded the corner. Its rider was a middle aged man who she felt she could almost vaguely recognize. She took a step back as she sensed his aggressive intent. He sprung off his horse, starring at Siegfried, who stood between the man and her. could this be one of the rebels? "Siegfried," she said softly, her voice trembling, "who is he?"
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Post by Siegfried Maulesel on Jun 6, 2012 17:19:18 GMT -5
[ o u t o f t h e m i s t s o f h I s t o r y h e ‘ l l c o m e a g a I n]Always A Hero Comes Home[ a n d h e w I l l c o m e b a c k o n a c r i m s o n t i d e ] "What a lovely creature… I would be honored to share his company."
It a way it impressed Siegfried that Adelaide looked to pleased to be in such close proximity with a falcon. The only member of his family that appreciated Beon was his sister Dalia, otherwise, his parents paid no heed to what Siegfried did or said, most of the times. And his elder brother thought ridiculous the affection the young noble professed toward the falcon. But Siegfried strongly believed that a warrior was not complete if he did not show compassion for nature and its creatures, especially those that helped him fulfill his job. He smiled at the Princess and bowed his head lightly.
"What is the matter?"
The night was growing darker, the moonlight hid constantly on dark clouds. The clouds approached from the north and looked more sinister, and cold gusts of wind ran across the land, causing men to shiver inwardly at the scene before their very eyes. Men on horses broke into the town, with torches in hand, some would burn houses, others would fight whoever oppose them with war cries that would send anyone running away, but the men did not show fear, they fought on. It was a dark hour and many already considered the battle lost, but Siegfried could not guide them to victory, not just yet. He had to protect the Princess at all costs; surely the men would understand that, however, there was more to this young noble than meets the eye. Of course few would ever consider such being, well, a noble. But he was also a man, one who could feel for others; a man who faithfully followed the codice d’onore.
For the time being it would appear as if Jonos forces would win this battle, his men raided the streets leaving no man to oppose them. But Siegfried’s plan went deeper than that. This was a clear setup to have the rebels believe they could surprise the resistance and succeeded easily. That would give Siegfried’s defense the opportunity to study the rebel tactics and fighting skills. Once they were sure to believe to have won, then Siegfried’s plan would come into action. For the time being they would let the enemy win, they would pose little resistance if at all, and then their enemy would fail this raid. Nevertheless, Siegfried’s plan had overlooked the fact that the Princess Adelaide would be in this very town at the time of the raid, and it did not appear to him that all had been done in order to kidnap her, at least not until he had bumped into her at the fountain.
Now it became clearer to him that this had all been an excuse to take the Princess and escape. Only fate knew what they had in store for her, he had to protect her now more than ever. Spare her from experiencing such torture. That was why he hoped to only face those responsible for this, so they could pay for what they were doing now and what they had panned to do after. No human being deserved to be thus treated, noble or peasant, Siegfried saw everyone as equals and could not stand the idea of causing harm on others. These men had to stop unnecessary bloodshed and, instead, present their issues before the Lords of Etrias; surely they would heed their people’s call for aid. This rebellion would not soften the heart of the King; on the contrary, it only helped build a wall that would divide the people into those of power and status and those without any of it. Siegfried sighed and shook his head; this had got to stop once and for all.
What kind of men were these raiders? They claimed to protect the people and put the needs of those unlucky by birth before those of any higher class, but they dared come to this poor village and raid it just so they could kidnap one of the Princesses? Had Siegfried failed to consider anything else? – No, it did not matter how long he thought on this contradiction, he would never get an answer for only the leader of the rebels knew why he betrayed his principles and ideals now, attacking his own people. Well, if he came to face him he would certainly ask, for it was a thought that troubled him.
"Siegfried.. Who is he?"
Siegfried turned to look at the Princess for a moment, she was terrified and he only hoped he could have spared her this experience. He then looked back in the direction the rebels came form and he whispered, “The rebels, and I deem that to be their leader, at least one of them.” He added, “Forgive the violence you are about to behold, but I must protect you at all costs.”
The moment Jonos finally arrived; Siegfried confirmed his suspicions for he had felt them approaching and at great speed. They had come with the sole purpose of taking the Princess but that would certainly not work. Siegfried’s eyes narrowed as he counted the men, they were not many and he could take them single-handedly. However, he noticed their leader was with them too. So, he had come for his prize eh? Siegfried’s eyes burned the moment they met with those of Jonos. Their horses galloped fast, but the young noble knew how to fight and how to use that to their disadvantage. He quickly threw a knife to the saddles of some of the men that followed Jonos, not harming them but making them fall off their horses causing confusion among the men.
"It seems we have found our target."
Siegfried smirked and held his polearm ready for Jonos as he replied, “And that is how close you will get to your target, turn back and leave while you still have the chance, otherwise you will lose this battle and lose a lot of men.” His eyes shone in defiance as he added, “By the way, you claim you protect the poor and those in need, compared to us nobles, why then are you attacking this town?” He truly wanted to know what this man had to say for himself. The blade of his polearm shone with the moonlight, its beautifully curved yet not pointy shard gleamed as he stood still. Surely a powerful enmity was about to unleash itself that night. ( word count ) 1247 ( status ) tagged adelaide & jonos ( place ) massalia ( notes ) Harp [/size][/center] Song: A Hero Comes Home by Idina Menzel
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Post by Jonos Frey on Jun 8, 2012 19:17:17 GMT -5
Jonos could see the the Maulesel boy standing in front of a frail girl, so he thought to be the knight in shining armor. Jonos quickly stalled his horse as Sieg reached down to his belt, he knew what he'd been thinking. As his men fell off thier horses, Jonos dismounted leaving his horse to wonder off. Looking around as his raiders fell before him, his hard expression like etched stone. They needed more training, they could do well against village folk but soldiers were on another level. He would have to keep this in mind, these men were not ready for a real battle.
, “And that is how close you will get to your target, turn back and leave while you still have the chance, otherwise you will lose this battle and lose a lot of men.” His eyes shone in defiance as he added, “By the way, you claim you protect the poor and those in need, compared to us nobles, why then are you attacking this town?”
Jonos grunted at those words, a scowl forming on his brow. Did this boy really think his words would strike fear in him, " you amuse me boy." He replied with a grin, " I will have that girl this night, and the Maulesel family will be a son shorter before nights end." Jonos proclaimed as he drew one of his sabers from its sheath, his right hand pointed it at the princess behind Sieg. He recognized her only barely, she was the younger of the sisters. She seemed innocent and pure, but this would not stop him. Many innocent and pure children were dying, while she feasted at her fathers table. Jonos laughed deeply, " They made thier choice to resist, as we resist the royal family. Do you THINK SO HIGHLY OF YOURSELF! That you are not the same, the people of YOUR CITY STARVE! We are not so different, only I know what I do is not honorable...but there must be sacrifice for change. Your thoughts blind you, you may say you are of the people. BUT WHAT HAVE YOU DONE FOR THEM! HUH? EVEN NOW THEY DIE, AND YOU ARE HERE! PROTECTING HER!" Jonos gripped his hilt firmly, walking toward his opponent. His rage sparking flames in his eyes.
How dare this boy question his motives, he would make this quick. Taking an offensive stance he watched that long pole arm of his, he was at an disadvantage. His sword was of short range, but his skill with it was deadly. Jonos was raised a blacksmith, and lived the soldiers life for many years. He knew how to do battle with someone who had a longer ranged weapon than his. This fight would not be easy, but he possesed the right skills to win. His eyes glanced to the young princess, then as quick as an arrow flew they moved back to Sieg.
Jonos launched forward, his sword up by his head. His hands at level with his chest, the sword on the same side as Siegs polearm. His eyes watched him closely in those few instances, he had to keep his mind clear and be mindful of his opponents actions. The smallest movement of the body could give away your intentions, to know this would help one guess his opponents strikes. He charged first, but he did not charge blindly. " Now come, Son of MAULESEL! " he roared at the young Siegfried.
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Post by Adelaide de Valore on Jun 9, 2012 4:16:31 GMT -5
As a Princess, Adelaide had never found herself in too many stressful situations throughout the duration of her lifetime. She knew that she was severely sheltered and it frustrated her that she was not allowed to experience such things for 'her own protection.' She saw now that she had been a fool before. Her eyes were trained on the strange man. She glanced at the ground when his eyes met hers. They were disturbing and power-hungry. She felt her feet shuffling backwards as more appeared.
"The rebels, and I deem that to be their leader, at least one of them."
She swallowed. "I see." She was shaking now, her voice refused to hold steady. She attempted to calm herself, drawing deep breaths. It would be all right, wouldn't it? There were more men just a little bit away, they would hear if there was a battle. Her dark eyes swept over the enemy, taking in their numbers. Most on horses. It occurred to her that everything might not be all right. Could Siegfried take on all these men alone?
"It seems we have found our target," were the first words of the man that Siegfried had identified as their leader. His voice was rough, she found herself shrinking away from it.
It took a moment for her to register his words. Their target? Siegfried? She drew a sharp breath. Could he have meant her? She starred at a spot on the floor for a while, numbly listening to the conversation that was forced between the two. It quickly became evident that she needn't have worried about his ability. Several of the men had already fallen.
She watched as the leader dismounted his horse and drew his weapon.
"I will have that girl this night, and the Maulesel family will be a son shorter before nights end." A shot of adrenaline sped through her veins. She was right, he meant her. She did not listen to the specifics of what he was shouting. She wondered about running, but dismissed the idea. In a skirt it would only make everything worse. She gave a small cry, feeling quite pathetic as he lunged towards Siegfried. She tried to move towards the trees.
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Post by Siegfried Maulesel on Jun 9, 2012 7:13:34 GMT -5
[ o u t o f t h e m i s t s o f h I s t o r y h e ‘ l l c o m e a g a I n]Always A Hero Comes Home[ a n d h e w I l l c o m e b a c k o n a c r i m s o n t i d e ] Siegfried was aware of how this man studied him, his every move and technique, this was no ordinary man. Thus, looking into his eyes he could see a veteran soldier who had seen much death and destruction. Few considered this but, war could change a person completely, it was no pretty thing to experience, for though your reasons for fighting could be noble, you were still taking another person’s life in the process. This man’s heart was hardened by such experiences, although that did not justify in Siegfried’s eyes whatever he was planning to do. The young noble would stand on his way the moment this man raised his sword in an attempt to harm the innocent, and their battle would not end now, no, Siegfried would haunt him down unless he gave up and granted the land with peace and forgiveness.
A man could not walk with so much hatred, because it consumed him.
He looked at the man, as he dismounted and looked at his men struggling on the floor. He chuckled lightly, he could tell what he was thinking, but a group of vandals and rebels would be no match for a real army. They were not trained under vigorous directions and he had surely just gathered them to his cause. It would take him time to organize them and get them into proper training, so they were at a disadvantage compared to Siegfried.
And he would make the best of such.
”I see,”
His eyes darkened as the man walked forth, his eyes moved toward the princess. This confirmed his suspicions, they were after her. But he would not let them take her. He could feel the fear and hesitation in Adelaide, so while he still had time he held her hand for a brief moment and squeezed it, he would do everything to keep her safe. He then whispered to her, while Jonos was still far form them, “Do not be afraid highness, whatever happens, I won’t let them take you.” He could hear Beon nearby; his falcon would be of great help now. He lifted his hand and it flew high into the sky and left, he was making his way to give his command, the real battle would start now.
"You amuse me boy… I will have that girl this night, and the Maulesel family will be a son shorter before nights end."
This time it was Siegfried’s time to laugh, he smirked at the though of being called a ‘boy’ and at how much confidence the man showed already. He was underestimating Siegfried’s fighting abilities and they had not fought yet? – Very well, he would show him he should never make such mistaken when facing a stranger. HE tested the soil he stood on, it was somewhat muddy, but not too much that he should slip when fighting, and in many ways he would use that against this man, for Siegfried had a great ability with the polearm and his body was well acquaintance with flexibility and martial arts. “You seem too sure of this, yet you have never faced me before and I dare say I’m… persistent.” Even if he died in trying to save the princess he would make sure to give this raider a great headache.
He studied the sword the man drew, due to the curvature of the blade and its thickness around the edge he could tell it was a sabre. This would be an interesting encounter but he would not lower his guard. The man was dangerous; he was certainly here for the kill.
"They made their choice to resist, as we resist the royal family. Do you THINK SO HIGHLY OF YOURSELF! That you are not the same, the people of YOUR CITY STARVE! We are not so different, only I know what I do is not honorable... but there must be sacrifice for change. Your thoughts blind you; you may say you are of the people. BUT WHAT HAVE YOU DONE FOR THEM! HUH? EVEN NOW THEY DIE, AND YOU ARE HERE! PROTECTING HER!"
Engaging your enemy in a conversation was always a good method to distract them, make them lose the grip on their emotions and give in to hatred and recklessness, which then encompassed them making several mistakes when fighting. But this man not only seemed possessed by a powerful hatred toward the royal family, but he also dared judge Siegfried as he if were simply a pawn I a chessboard. That was something he would not tolerate, he laughed softly and said, “Surely you know not anything about me, but you dare to judge my actions. You see, I’m here to protect innocents and this princess is as much innocent as the people in this town. That is the right choice for me, to help those in need, and if the people stave I look for ways to ensure they have food aplenty. Whenever it lies in my hand, I help those in need, it does not matter whom that person could be, I see all as equals. Tonight shan’t be any different.”
"Now come, Son of MAULESEL!"
The man’s eyes burned in rage, Siegfried’s knees flexed lightly as Jonos launched forth and he parried the attack with the blade in his polearm, after that he quickly used the momentum and rolled on his back still holding the polearm and landed on Jonos’ right flank, He then disengaged their weapons and with the hilt he aimed to Jonos’ side and at the same time rolled behind him to stab him with the blade of his polearm. All this never moving away form his original location in between Jonos and the Princess. “Whom do I have the honour of fighting?” – Surely it would be useful to remember this man’s name in case he gave it to him. Adelaide’s light cry relief him for that meant she was still behind him and safe. ( word count ) 1192 ( status ) tagged adelaide & jonos ( place ) massalia ( notes ) Harp [/size][/center] Song: A Hero Comes Home by Idina Menzel
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Post by Jonos Frey on Jun 9, 2012 13:11:23 GMT -5
Empty promises, false hopes, that was he was giving the princess. Jonos would be taking her with him, there was no doubt in his mind. To night the realm would fear the rising of the rebels, they would know that there were those not afraid to stand up to the crown. Those who no longer wished to speak ill of the crown in hushed tones, no thier are now those who fight for what they want. Maulesel would learn this lesson this night, it would be a hard lesson.
“You seem too sure of this, yet you have never faced me before and I dare say I’m… persistent.”
Presistent? To Jonos.that meant foolish, a man who did not know when a battle was lost, or when the time was right to fight. Only leads to the death of many, this boys strong will would get him killed this night. Jonos continued his walk forward, the words Maulesel spoke fell on deft ears. It didnt matter what he said, they were enemies and an enemies words on the battle field were nothing more than ploys.
The fight had commenced, he was close enough after his charge to strike. His reward was but blood, but the steel of his opponents polearm. The boy was quick, Jonos moved toward the rolling Sieg. He needed in closer to to make a true strike, Jonos was aging but was not old not yet. The hilt of Siegs polearm teared through the air, Jonos was not surprised moving his blade in his defense. The flat of his blade layed across his left arm, the hilt striking steel. The ring chimed annoyingly, his arm sore from the empact and vibration but he was weak nor frail.
"Whom do I have the honour of fighting?”
"I am Jonos Frey, your reaper third son of the Maulesel family. Siegfried!" He knew the name, and had seen the man many times. Being of former high military rank, he had met, seen, and heard of many nobles through his years. He knew of the Maulesel family, the boys father was once his Duke. Yet, Siegs brother was not to his liking and he asumed the rest to be as him.Egotistical, arrogant, insufferable to be around, playing the chess game of polotics for mors power.
Sieg spun from the block, the blade of his weapon comming around for a strike. As the blade shot forward, Jonos swung his blade under handed twirling around as he swung. Planting his feet firmly to the ground as he finished his 180, giving his strike froce. He aimed for the blade, he wished to send it into the air. So he could rush forward during that split second of recover Sieg would need, he would send another under handed strike comming from Siegs right going in a slant path up to his upper left side. Jonos would then bring the blade back, this time for a horizontal strike comming acrosd Siegs mid-section.
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