Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150525234127/@comment-17114085-20150618140756

Zoordovahsil wrote: (I think it's a good number. Each ship is crewed with approximately 10 to 12 men, which would make the naval force composed of almost 95 to 100 men, while the other 15 to 20 only fight on land. Solid numbers, huh?)

"King Roberto.", Farraud bowed, "King Tormund sent me and my men to reinforce you and to serve as his voice in the council. We await for further orders.", the man said. (Solid. Alright, with Farrun having 8 ships, Wayrest would have 7, Daggerfall would have 6, Northpoint would have 5, Camlorn would have 4 and Shornhelm would have 2. Something like that. So High Rock as a whole would have a total of 32 ships in its navy.)

"We will be marching tomorrow. Your men can stay in the army camp outside the city until we do." Rob told him. He then headed to his chambers to get some sleep so he would be rested up for the march on the morrow.

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Jovron found the cart in the east of the camp, it was next to Dagur's tent and makeshift smithing area, he was checking equipment for the Crows, making sure none of it was broken, and putting in on the cart to haul it the next day.

The one armed blacksmith spotted Jov. "Ah, lad. What can I do for you? Need me to check your sword?"

"No thanks. I actually came here for a crate of ingredients that Medora needs. She asked me to fetch it." The young elf replied.

Dagur scratched his beard. "I think I saw it in the cart, might still be in there."

Jovron nodded and started shifting through the contents of the cart to find the crate.

"So you are her squire now?" The Nord asked.

Jov looked over to him. "No...no, I just owe her for healing me those weeks ago. This is just me repaying that debt."

Dagur smiled. "Good. Just remember your vows lad: I shall take now wife, father no children."

The young elf's checks turned red. "I know. I take my oaths seriously." ''Just like my oath to get vengeance for my father. His murder will not go unpunished.'' He was able to hide the fact he almost ran away from the Order the night he heard about Edgar's execution. He had snuck out of the barracks and had almost made it past the gate, when Paur and Gregory grabbed him by the arm before he could make it out.

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~Days ago

"What are you doing Jov?!" Gregory demanded.

"What does it look like, I am going to avenge my father." He replied bluntly.

Paur shook his head. "If you desert you will be killed. You are bound to the Crows now, only a High Royal decree could break such an oath. I don't see the High Queen giving you a pardon, not after she had your father's head cut off. Do you?"

"No, I don't. But what am I to do. I can't stand here when my father is dead and his killer still alive. There is no way Rob will stand for this, he would see justice done." Jovron said.

"Then let him." Gregory retorted. "Let your brother deal with this, your place is here. With your new brothers."

Jovron wanted to shake them off and run, but from the way that Gregory was holding his arm he'd have to chop it off in order to escape. His friends led him back to the barracks, the elf didn't say a word to them on the way back. The three of them didn't tell anyone what Jovron tried to do, keeping it amongst themselves.