Post by Leon Sudeki on Jan 31, 2015 22:07:34 GMT -5
This is the new village of Deadnettle. A few miles east of Redcliffe, and owned by a young lord newly appointed to the kingdom of Fereldon. It works mostly in fields and with live stock to create cloth and silk and fur. The fields are worked for grain and elfroot for food and medicine. The Young lord's name is Kratis Koyu who proved himself in the ongoing war against the unified tribes of the Avvar.
This town has a Chantry, though it is rarely visited, a town town hall, where Lord Koyu can usually be found when not in his manor doing work for the people. A tavern with an inn that keeps travel flowing towards and from Redliffe. It has a lumber works and a blacksmith both owned by the same man, Ovotun. He's a drunkard, but the best we have for outfitting the militia and building onto the village.
Today however a call for volunteers to join the village militia has been raised by none other than the Lord Koyu himself. The man stood in his black armor trimmed with gold, his raven black hair slicked back and long, his piercing black eyes scanning around the gathered villagers. He stood at least a foot taller than any other present and broader than the biggest ox anyone here had ever seen. His great sword appeared as a Dragon's neck as the handle, while the head was biting the flame shaped blade. It's said that sword was passed down in his family as the blade that slew the Archdemon in the Third Blight.
"People hear me. The Unified Avvar forces are gaining ground. They seek to dethrone our King and bring back their old ways, the same that gave up Andraste to the Magisters of the Imperium. I ask you as plainly and with as much desperation as I can express. Fereldan needs you now more than ever. Will you fight?"
Among the crowd stood two friends. They had a reputation in the village as rowdy upstarts, but loyal and hard working. One was of average height with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He carried a simple sword with him, though it had a large blue gem on the hilt. He wore normal clothes for a simple villager. A red tunic with tan breeches. The other a few inches taller with black well kept hair, light blue eyes. He carried a pair of blades on his waste.
"Leon, what do you think? If the Avvar are pressing the front lines, they will be heading here after Lothering from The Korcari Wilds."
The black haired male spoke to the blonde as others began volunteering.
"I know your right, David, but. Even with the training you've given me with the sword, if we go to war it will come out about me. Things are good for my people, but not that good."
Leon would motion by tapping the gem on the hilt of his sword.
"Yes, but can we really afford to ignore this? The two of us may not make a huge difference in the war itself, but I'd like to say we tried."
Leon and David pondered this for a few moments. Leon took longer to turn and view the Village they had called home the last few years.
"Maybe Lord Koyu will know better than to stick amateurs on his front line and we will be running supplies or something fitting for us."
David tried one more time in an attempt to convince Leon to join on.
"Alright, alright I get your point."
Leon and David approach to step forth. Lord Koyu nods with respect as he had done to everyone who volunteered. A total of six. Quite a few for the size of the village. Once the group gives their last goodbyes to whomever they are leaving in the village they are ushered to Lord Koyu's manor where they are outfitted with some basic leather armor and weapons to chose from. Both David and Leon keep their weapons. And within the hour they are eating some rations.
"We still haven't been told what we will be doing."
Someone else in the volunteer militia speaks up over his bread and soup. David and Leon share a glance before they finish eating. No one responds to the statement. It's a universally understood idea, that it may just be they were not that important, or possibly needed for the upcoming issues in this war. Leon thought back to the stories of how Koyu was granted his title as Lord, and maybe he was given a cushion job now that he was finally not just a soldier.
It was until that night when they reached the encampment of the Fereldan forces that everyone got their first view of how serious this war really was. The injured were lined up by the hundred. The patched up wearing armor and marching like the rest. David nudged Leon and pointed out a few of the wounded who appeared to have been sliced open with four perfectly linear lines on his body.
They gave up the horses and allowed them to be taken to the stable as Lord Koyu came to greet the six volunteer troops.
"I must apologize now and tell you what is really going on. The Avvar outnumber us many hundreds, possibly thousands more. They have been attacking near non-stop for a month. Our King, Aethlon has not been seen for days. You six are all that consist of my army."
There was obvious shock and silence for a little while as the entirety of what he said gave through to the utter dismay. They were all likely going to die. Two very vocally attempted to make a run for it, however they had already joined up, it was treason, and it had been prepared for. They were captured and locked in irons before the remaining four could really do or say anything. For Leon and David it was like a dream, it wasn't really happening.
"Our mission is not front line combat. We have been tasked with finding and if possible saving King Aethlon. We will begin our search at first light when the main forces begin the battle a new."
David turned to Leon as the remaining four tried their best to stick together.
"Leon... Maybe we should tell Lord Koyu about you."
Leon couldn't believe his ears. He turned to David sticking an arm out to halt David while Leon stepped around him to get to his front.
"Yeah, well maybe we should tell him about you. We didn't run from our country just to get into trouble again."
The two had reached their agreement and would find a place to sit and relax hopefully until first light. Both watching the other two, wondering if they were going to try to abandon Lord Koyu as well. Leon and David discussed it at length, but neither could really put anything behind it. They didn't want to die, but things were... Too desperate. Fereldan was truly in danger of being annihilated and the war had only just erupted a few months prior.
To be continued
This town has a Chantry, though it is rarely visited, a town town hall, where Lord Koyu can usually be found when not in his manor doing work for the people. A tavern with an inn that keeps travel flowing towards and from Redliffe. It has a lumber works and a blacksmith both owned by the same man, Ovotun. He's a drunkard, but the best we have for outfitting the militia and building onto the village.
Today however a call for volunteers to join the village militia has been raised by none other than the Lord Koyu himself. The man stood in his black armor trimmed with gold, his raven black hair slicked back and long, his piercing black eyes scanning around the gathered villagers. He stood at least a foot taller than any other present and broader than the biggest ox anyone here had ever seen. His great sword appeared as a Dragon's neck as the handle, while the head was biting the flame shaped blade. It's said that sword was passed down in his family as the blade that slew the Archdemon in the Third Blight.
"People hear me. The Unified Avvar forces are gaining ground. They seek to dethrone our King and bring back their old ways, the same that gave up Andraste to the Magisters of the Imperium. I ask you as plainly and with as much desperation as I can express. Fereldan needs you now more than ever. Will you fight?"
Among the crowd stood two friends. They had a reputation in the village as rowdy upstarts, but loyal and hard working. One was of average height with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He carried a simple sword with him, though it had a large blue gem on the hilt. He wore normal clothes for a simple villager. A red tunic with tan breeches. The other a few inches taller with black well kept hair, light blue eyes. He carried a pair of blades on his waste.
"Leon, what do you think? If the Avvar are pressing the front lines, they will be heading here after Lothering from The Korcari Wilds."
The black haired male spoke to the blonde as others began volunteering.
"I know your right, David, but. Even with the training you've given me with the sword, if we go to war it will come out about me. Things are good for my people, but not that good."
Leon would motion by tapping the gem on the hilt of his sword.
"Yes, but can we really afford to ignore this? The two of us may not make a huge difference in the war itself, but I'd like to say we tried."
Leon and David pondered this for a few moments. Leon took longer to turn and view the Village they had called home the last few years.
"Maybe Lord Koyu will know better than to stick amateurs on his front line and we will be running supplies or something fitting for us."
David tried one more time in an attempt to convince Leon to join on.
"Alright, alright I get your point."
Leon and David approach to step forth. Lord Koyu nods with respect as he had done to everyone who volunteered. A total of six. Quite a few for the size of the village. Once the group gives their last goodbyes to whomever they are leaving in the village they are ushered to Lord Koyu's manor where they are outfitted with some basic leather armor and weapons to chose from. Both David and Leon keep their weapons. And within the hour they are eating some rations.
"We still haven't been told what we will be doing."
Someone else in the volunteer militia speaks up over his bread and soup. David and Leon share a glance before they finish eating. No one responds to the statement. It's a universally understood idea, that it may just be they were not that important, or possibly needed for the upcoming issues in this war. Leon thought back to the stories of how Koyu was granted his title as Lord, and maybe he was given a cushion job now that he was finally not just a soldier.
It was until that night when they reached the encampment of the Fereldan forces that everyone got their first view of how serious this war really was. The injured were lined up by the hundred. The patched up wearing armor and marching like the rest. David nudged Leon and pointed out a few of the wounded who appeared to have been sliced open with four perfectly linear lines on his body.
They gave up the horses and allowed them to be taken to the stable as Lord Koyu came to greet the six volunteer troops.
"I must apologize now and tell you what is really going on. The Avvar outnumber us many hundreds, possibly thousands more. They have been attacking near non-stop for a month. Our King, Aethlon has not been seen for days. You six are all that consist of my army."
There was obvious shock and silence for a little while as the entirety of what he said gave through to the utter dismay. They were all likely going to die. Two very vocally attempted to make a run for it, however they had already joined up, it was treason, and it had been prepared for. They were captured and locked in irons before the remaining four could really do or say anything. For Leon and David it was like a dream, it wasn't really happening.
"Our mission is not front line combat. We have been tasked with finding and if possible saving King Aethlon. We will begin our search at first light when the main forces begin the battle a new."
David turned to Leon as the remaining four tried their best to stick together.
"Leon... Maybe we should tell Lord Koyu about you."
Leon couldn't believe his ears. He turned to David sticking an arm out to halt David while Leon stepped around him to get to his front.
"Yeah, well maybe we should tell him about you. We didn't run from our country just to get into trouble again."
The two had reached their agreement and would find a place to sit and relax hopefully until first light. Both watching the other two, wondering if they were going to try to abandon Lord Koyu as well. Leon and David discussed it at length, but neither could really put anything behind it. They didn't want to die, but things were... Too desperate. Fereldan was truly in danger of being annihilated and the war had only just erupted a few months prior.
To be continued