Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-17114085-20170201094916

(Lol, indeed it is. xD

Oh, and I read back on part 10. Sir Ivo is currently in Fort Bergamot, not Fort Vulstead.)

"I'm fine." Jovron said, "It was nothing serious." Though his black leader armor was stained with sticky red blood.

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Jeanne dueled with Rallaume.

She was standing her own against him for the beginning of it. Parrying his quick slashes and thrusts and attacking a couple times herself.

However, Rallaume was playing with her. He easily dodged her strikes, sidestepping and jumping back to avoid her blade. The Bouchard bastard was an excellent fighter. He was lightfooted and very precise. He smiled as he fought her, which unsettled her.

"I suppose that I shouldn't keep the king waiting." Rallaume said and stated to get serious.

"You won't get past me." She affirmed.

Rallaume chuckled. As Jeanne went in for a downwards strike, he blocked the attack with one dagger then brought his second and slashed her across the cheek. He quickly followed this up with a knee to the stomach, momentarily staggering Jeanne.

She tried to compose herself and put her a defense, but Rallaume closed the gap between then and stabbed her on the side. She grunted and headbutted him.

He was disoriented, but not for long.

Jeanne grabbed her bleeding side. "Damn you." I need to end this quickly.

Rallaume shook his head and smiled again. "Goodbye, Queen Jeanne." He rushed her.

She did a horizontal slash, but Rallaume ducked and stabbed the back of her leg, making her fall to her knees. She swung at him but he caught the blade and disarmed her.

"Now you die." He said, going to stab her in the neck.

However, suddenly he stopped his movement and yelled. He looked over his shoulder.

Behind him was Sir Cirges, whom had just struck Rallaume in the back with his axe. The blade of the axe had dug deep, which is what had stopped the bastard in his tracks.

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Indeed it was a lot to process.

"What does the letter say?" Asked the Knight-Captain that had brought in the messenger.

"Troubling words." Ivo replied. "Words that are very serious and hard to prove." He handed the letter to his second-in-command.

He quickly read it. "So, Doraleous survived the battle."

"It appears so. He also blames the devastation of Shornhelm on Emeric Auld." Ivo said.

"Everyone else blames it on the rebels who bombarded the city." The Captain stated.

"Indeed. All his claims are the opposite of what we've been told so far." Ivo was a cynical man. It was why he hadn't participated in the war thus far. He didn't straight out believe what was said of King Edgar, for he had partially known the man, and as he never received orders he never set out to war. Though the same applied now. Doraleous was a knight, so his words weren't without weight, but Ivo wasn't going to act on word alone.

"What do you intend to do then, Commander?" His subordinate asked.

"I'll go speak with the Knight-General in Daggerfall, see what he knows about this." Ivo replied.