Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-17114085-20170120095129

(@Zoor: True, Tyne stubborness is a real problem. As for the harbor it is a walk down the mountain from the city. Would take an hour, hour and a half at most.

@Heli: Yeah I'm trying to finally end this RP this part. So I am wrapping up the sideplots, which includes the Evermore war. Oh, that makes more sense I had thought she used Telekinesis to lift the chair in an awkward position. And Okay, I can delay the army a bit.)

Lord Weylin and Lady Darene left Jehanna, heading for their villages.

Meanwhile, Cassander and Cirges began to train up part of the militia that volunteered into actual guards.

Louis returned to his shop in order to make weapons and armor for the guards, aided by the city's other smiths and tanists. The threat of Rallaume loomed in the horizon and they needed to prepare as much as possible until his inevitable attack on the city.

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As the days went by the news of King Roland's death and overthrow and the rise of King Jovron Stentor spread through Jehanna and Farrun.

Word reached down to Fort Iceblade, where Rallaume had been.

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Rallaume was sitting on the battlements, enjoying the great view in the courtyard. "Ah, nothing better." He muttered to himself.

One of his men approached. "Prince Rallaume...grave news from Jehanna."

Rallaume chuckled. "What, is my father dead?" He jested.

"Yes. Killed after a revolt. One instigated by Jovron Stentor, Edgar's bastard." The Bouchard soldier said.

"WHAT?!" Rallaume snapped. "How could this happen? Is father that innept of a commander to lose the castle to mere revoltees." He grabbed the soldier by the neck and drew his dagger. He was about to stab the man before he recalled that he was one of his soldiers. He let go of the soldier and pushed him away. "Have the men prepare to depart. We leave not for Karthgran Vale but for Jehanna. I will take my rightful throne and become the King of Jehanna. The bastard will end up like the sorry lot down there."

Down in the courtyard were a handful of Evermore knights that Julien had left in the Fort with a part of his militia, to hold their rear while we went to rush to Evermore to stop his wife from surrendering. However, Rallaume had taken the fort, killed the militia and...the fate of the knights was much worse. All four of them had been flayed alive and suspended on wooden posts that the Bouchards had set up. Most had died, but one knight was still alive. He kept moaning in agony, slowing dying.

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The next morning in Wayrest, King Marcel was eating his breakfeast with his wife in the Rose Garden.

As always, Ruran was playing them a tune while they eat their fruits and cheese.

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The Daggerfall army was about to attack the Hassildor camp, but something was coming from the east. Something that forced them to change their march from the camp on the way to Evermore to the hills to the east.

"Prince Crendal, our outriders spotted the Evermorian army a mile to the east." The knight reported.

"Hmm, so Julien is back to defend his kingdom. Very well, if his wife was being stubborn maybe we can end this war quicker by defeating his army. Relay the order to all columns, we're heading east into the hills." Crendal ordered.

"Yes, my prince." The knight bowed and left to relay the order.

The Hassildor camp was safe from attack, but the Daggerfall Army now marched against Julien's. Rather soon they'd meet on the field.