When the good men go to war

[bromadan 368]

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It was a crisp, cool morning. An eerie fog rolled over the County of Blackfen, devouring all in its wake except a large fortress that sat at the base of the Mountains. The Fortress, Stormholme and Seat of Amador, was nearly completed. Cranes and pulleys were dragging stone bricks to the top of its spiraling towers, finishing its work, yet no man manned it's walls, its towers, its gates. Yet, all around Stormholme was a large camp set up. A field of Blue and White shuttering in the wind, men and women bringing in food supplies, smithing at the forges, practicing in the fields.

 

A young man sat on top of an armored Destrier on a hill, watching the smallfolk work tirelessly. The man had short black hair and grey eyes, the traits of Amador and Horen. His platemail creaked as he shifted himself, his metal right hand gripping on the reins of his horse to keep him steady. The Knights and Armored men on similar horses around him simply sat in silence, leaving their Lord to his thoughts.

 

Owyn said nothing, staring off as he thought on what he was doing, what his actions would lead too. He was not a man of violence or action, as anyone that truly knew him would understand. With the war against Courland, he always expressed his distaste and worry of marching to war. The cost was simply to high. How can one send thousands of men to their deaths for a unjustly cost? How one claims honor on the Battlefield? There is simply no honor in seeing two young men from simple families strangling each other in the mud.

 

Since the beginning he was a black sheep. His Father was murdered by the Empire when he was 7, causing him to take the mantle of Baron at such early age. The taste of an Empire left an understandable bad taste to him, causing rifts between him and Imperial Sympathizers. Yet he was a man of loyalty, to never breaking one's word, so he fought long and hard for Haense in any way he can. Even when he was dragged before the Courts and was charged with High Treason, he gave himself up willingly and gave his case, letting his Barbanovs Lords sentence him how they saw fit. He loved Haense, he loved his homeland, yet he was not an idiot. He kept his distance after the war, stockpiling resources and recruiting, using his fortune to achieve his goals. He never thought of returning back to his old homeland after the war, and made the best of it he can. He always kept a smile, trying to keep the good showing to his family as they changed homes many times. Yet, some people could tell really. This wasn’t a new start, but an exile to Owyn. Depressed in nature, more easily upset and angry, not himself. His wife could see it, he was not the same man. His Children could see a more serious toned Father than in their earlier years. Yet.. something stirred in him recently. Always sat in his chair at their estate, pouring himself over the writings and missives of the fellow nations and Lords. It was time he thought..

 

He looked down at the young boys he was arming, those that mined in his mines and those that worked the fields. Was it just? Was a war truly what was needed? His soft eyes peered towards his metal hand, a daily reminder of what Courlanders were, who they had work for them, the countless raiders they unleashed on his home, even if they don’t admit to such. A reminder to think on what was worth the lives of Man. He thought and wondered for a long time.. Minutes or hours he could not tell.  

 

But then..

 

He looked over and saw his wife and children, standing on the stone walls of Stormholme, quiet and watching him. He watched one of his sons give a small hand, as if saying goodbye. Owyn slowly did the same, a shaky breath leaving him and condensing due to the cold. He will see his home returned, for his children to see the home they were supposed to be born in. THe home of their ancestors. This began to anger him, thinking of all that was robbed from him, his fellow Northern Lords, and the smallfolk alike. He said a few words to himself..

 

“For Marius, For my Father, For the Rutherns, For the Kovachevs, For the Amadors, For the Vanir, For the Colborn, For the Freefolk of Haense, for everyone in the North..”

 

He said, over and over in his mind. The more he said it, the more angrier he got, his body started to shake under his armor as his hands gripped the reins of his horse tighter and tighter. The Knights around him gave their Lord a weird and confused look, one speaking up to see if he was ok. Owyn simply said nothing, turning his horse to look them all over, his friends, his Brothers-in-arms. He muttered a small phrase.

 

“From Ashes we rise..” Immediately he kicked the side of his horse and galloped forward down the hill, going as fast as he can. The Knights, taken by surprise, kicked their horses to follow with wide eyes, calling for their Lord to come back. But he kept riding, hard. The soldiers and smallfolk looked up from some of their work with wide expression of worry and excitement.

 

Owyn raised his metal hand, yelling for all to hear.

“Brother and Sisters of Amador! We ride! To arms to arms! We march to war!”

He shouted as he continued on with his retinue. With such worry many of the Knights were but the people with a fast pace scrambled from all over the camp, rallying to their Lord.

 

The people dumped water onto their campfires, scrambling for their gear and swords. They ran to the blacksmith for their arms and armor, running to collect to their horses. Many quickly swing up on their horses, galloping after Owyn. As Owyn kept riding, more and more riders joined him, swelling into a host to be reckoned with. The banners of Blue and White flutter in behind Owyn and his host, the riders carrying them with beaming pride. Soldiers rode hard, getting to position as they marched on. The chants of  ‘Ave Amador!’ and ‘Ave the North!’ echoed across the camp as they kept on. As they all rode out and towards the North more and more pockets of Amador loyalists rode in from the sides.

 

“My Lord Amador! The time has come!”

“To the North men!”

"To Death we go, to greet her as a lover!" 

The head of the columns yelled, raising their fists into the air as they rode with their company, merging into the main force. They began to sing as they rode, the Knights and man-at-arms together in harmony

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More and more loyalists and Amador banner-men merged together as they kept on, riding hard for the Rutherns and the Amador’s old seat of Mondstadt, the newly named ‘Northmarch’. It was time for the Amadors to make their name heard once more.

 

The world knows the cause is just when the good men ride to war…

 

 

((OOC Note: It has been a long time since I actually wrote something good so please enjoy a nice RP post about my char and his current actions. Would ask that anybody from the Rebellion/Courland side to not write any trolly/OOC oriented/mean comments to any specific person. Tis all for fun, thank you <3)) 

[Tibertastic 107]

The Lord Uthred Ruthern would smile at the tale of courage and selflessness heard from the Lord Amador. The Lord cherished the return of the close to the heart Amadors.

[sandey0000 216]

Leofrik would see Owyn ride, he did not hesitate and jumped on his horse "Ave Amador" He would shout, riding with the host "Ave Mondstadt" He would gallop further and further trying to reach Owyn to see him again "From ashes we rise!"

[Andustar 4143]

Viktor Kovachev would look for Owyn's banners with approval, adding to the forces of the rebellion.

[HazelWazel 463]

Adrijana Amador stands carefully, brushing dry paint off of her hands. She watches silently as she sees her husband's actions. A smile begins take her face, growing into a grin that covers her whole face.

 

“It's been too long that I've been away from home.. I do believe it is time that those Courland rats pay for taking me from it.. From the ashes.. will will rise.”

[Rammer 388]

Ian with a grin on his face as he continues to work through the notices of the men rallying to the side of the Ruthern's "They thought they were taking care of a problem when they struck down the boy. Instead, they made a symbol for justice emblazoned in the sky. Pity really, that it was at the cost of such a promising youth's life"

[func_Soap 410]

"I'm in the North," says Rotger to himself, "is this for me?"

[MissToni 3565]

Diana Catherine Amador would stand next to her mother as she looked at her father riding away from her home. Her face looking puzzled at his actions, as she did not understand why he was leaving and so many were following him. Though she tried to take a hold of her mother's dress. "Why is papa leaving?" She would ask her. 

[Legoboy7984 3155]

Rodrik would smile looking at the Amador banners rise from below the hill marching to them.

"About time you join the Great War Owyn. To Ashes they rise."

[Glocky18 545]

"Amadors are you ready to die?" An Old Believer would say while cleaning his war axe.

[gandalfo 1452]

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