Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-17114085-20170301125158

(Well Forts Dorell, Iceblade and Pelin don't currently have Knight-Commanders. The other forts do, but they aren't in their respective forts at the moment.)

The Legion arrived at the Daggerfall camp.

When Roderic, Astien, Jovron and the others approached, the Knights that had remained behind drew their weapons.

"Lower your weapons." Roderic told them. "The battle is over."

The lead knight had a look of shock on his face. "The Prince..."

Roderic gestured and Astien rode forward. Tied to his horse was a makeshift stretcher with the body of Prince Crendal laying on it.

"He is dead." Roderic stated.

The Knights gripped their weapons. "You've come to finish the job?"

"No, we came for Queen Jannia." Jovron interrupted. "And to give the body of Prince Crendal as well as your comrades over to you."

"What?" The Knight asked.

"We are letting the prisoners go and giving you the body of your prince. It is not for us to keep." Roderic explained. He gestured once more and the prisoners had their ropes cut, setting them free. "Now, stand down and hand the Queen over to us. We will let you all leave without trouble. Return to Daggerfall, return your prince to his home."

The knights hesitated for a bit but sheathed their swords and went to fetch the stretcher from Astien.

The remnants of the Daggerfaller army soon departed with their dead leader.

Roderic and Jovron dismounted and they entered the tent where Queen Jannia was sitting.

"I heard the commotion outside. So you came for me, to take me captive?" She asked.

"No, we will return you to Evermore. However, in return I want what is left of your husband's army." Jovron stated.

"Julien's army? So you are the bastard that has laid the claim." She said. "Well Evermore has been through enough war, its people drafted in a militia and..."

"I don't want his militia. Those people can return to their regular lives. I am speak about his Knights of the Lion. I want what is left of them to accompany me in my war." Jovron said. "They are sworn to the Tynes but if Julien pledges for me as his High King then they will also be sworn to me."

"So in exchange for returning me home you want our knights?" she asked to clarify.

"Yes. Your husband was at war with my foster father's kingdom, he caused much death in Jehanna, that I cannot forgive. Even if he didn't kill my brother Relien. Once I am High King I expect Evermore to pay war reparations to Jehanna until it has fully recovered, but for now all I want from you is Knights in exchange for your freedom." Jov said.

Jannia thought of her family, of her children, and agreed. "Very well. You will have the knights, just get me home."

Jovron nodded.

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As they were marching to Fort Bergamot, Sir Ciel asked. "Do you think we made the right choice? Or was Noleon in the right?"

Sir Ivo, who was riding next to him through the hills of Daggerfall, replied. "I can't speak for everyone. However I believe that we are doing the correct thing. Whatever our oaths to the crown, that bind us to Perien, may be...he most likely killed the former High King. As long as Perien sits the throne Gaban's spirit cannot rest. We owe Gaban to bring his killers to justice. Now whether Prince Crendal or this Jovron Lariat deserve to rule after Perien is gone...I cannot say."

Ciel nodded. "I agree. It doesn't feel right serving Perien, even if I believe that Crendal's claim is stronger than that of his bastard Lariat. Once Perien abdicates in favor of his son, I will fight the rebels once more. Sir Doraleous included, if he decides to go against Crendal."

Ivo smiked. "Noleon was right that oaths are complicated, but inheritance is even more so. It can be argued endlessly which one of the two has the better claim. The son of the previous High King, now legitimized, or the nephew of the one from the previous dynasty. These things are never black and white. There is no objective right or wrong in this regard, only our personal feelings on the matter."

"I suppose you are right." Ciel admitted.