Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160225002526/@comment-25418438-20160324142906

Harold Burned-Mane wrote: Jovron ordered the gates to be opened and the platoon rode into the Black Fortress.

"Greetings, Crows, I am the Knight of Flowers." Said the Knight that rode in front of the Wayrest troop. There were roughly 20 Knights, but they had brought over a dozen prisoners with them. "King Marcel of Wayrest has ordered us here to provide aid for you as well as new recruits."

"Greetings Dame Knight." Jovron replied. "The Order of the Crows welcomes you to the Black Fortress."

The prisoners were set free of their restraints and taken into the common barracks to get acquanted with their new home. Jov gave a section of the common building to the Knights of the Roses, like he had with the Balfiera Battlemages.

With the prisoners and the Knights having joined them, the Crows were back to three digit numbers of strength. Carrik saw the Knights of the Roses throughout the fortress as he made his way to the hall for dinner, bunch of pricks with fancy armor and fancy swords he thought. I bet half of them haven't even fought in a war before.

Trenton had made his way back to the cliffside lookout position under the cloak of invisibility. He saw Renard lying unconscious on the ground and sweating profusely. The Knight quickly administered the antidote to the poison that had been laced in Renard's stew and the deserter promptly awoke from his feverish slumber.

"Where are the Crows?" Renard spluttered.

"Too many Orcs guarding them, I barely managed to slip through the gate in time as the riders came back, lucky for you I made it just in time, another hour or so and you'd 'ave been too far gone for the antidote." Trenton replied.

"So what now?"

"We go to the Black Fortress, and I try and get clemency for you in payment for your help in this mission."

"The Black Fortress? No way, not happening."

"I understand your hesitancy being a deserter an all, but I may be able to convince your Commander to let you resume your post in the Order, afterall he probably needs the men."

"It's not that simple, I killed someone, my head belongs to the block unless you let me leave now."

"You are a deserter and a murderer, you must face your crimes lest your soul be tormented in Aetherius."

Renard picked up the crossbow on the ground next to him and pointed it at Trenton. "I'm not going back, I killed Gerrick Direnni, every Kingdom and Knightly order in High Rock wants my head, so I'm leaving for Skyrim where hopefully the Thieves Guild or Dark Brotherhood need knew members."

Trenton took a step back from Renard, put his right hand on the hilt of his longsword and his left on his Akatosh emblazoned shield. In a flash he drew his longsword and put his shield up to protect himself as Renard fired the bolt in reaction to the Knight's sudden movement. The bolt pierced the shield but not Trenton himself. The breton dropped his shield and swung the flat part of his blade against the head of Renard, knocking out the headsman.

"Its a shame I have to leave you alive for the Crows to dispatch punishment, but the Gods would not forgive a man who stole someone else's rightful execution."

Trenton picked up Renard and bound his hands and feet with rope. The Knight draped the deserter over the back of his horse and began the dangerous ride back to the Black Fortress.