Javert 5594 Share Posted January 23, 2022 Deep within the Raenrland Mountains, the tribesmen of the north had been drafting up their plans. They knew that the simple scare and run tactics were not going to be effective at driving away the Norlanders, and that they needed to do something much more bold in order to achieve their goals. That is when they stumbled upon a man of the Ashguard. A man who bore the armor of the Marshal of Norland. He was…alone. He had a wild look of fury and hatred in his eyes as he lashed out at the tribesmen present. Before they could react, the man had already struck down three of them before they immediately lunged upon him and struck his helmet from upon his head. A long-haired brunette with a stubble beard, and a look in both eyes that seemed as if he were drunk with bloodlust. Before another of their men could be struck down, the supposed Marshal of Norland was slammed from behind with a shield, causing him to fall to the floor. They dragged the man back to their camp, where they began hitting and berating him. Calling him an oppressor, invader, tyrant. They knew no better, not of the man’s true identity, but it mattered little to them. In their eyes, they had captured one of the men responsible for their people being forced from their lands…Little did they know this was not the case. They continued their brutal beating and their fiery taunts, until eventually he was thrown into a tent and chained to its support beam. Excited by their capturing of a supposed figure of Norland, the tribesmen quickly drafted up a missive and sent it all across the lands of the northern Kingdom. To the King of Norland: We have your Military Leader. Cease your expansion into the mountains at once. Cease all military operations into the mountains at once. If you do not, we will execute him and send his mangled corpse back to you in a hundred different pieces. If you want your precious Marshal back, you will come to our encampment within the Raenrland within the next Stone Week. If you fail to come within that time, he will be shown a slow and painful death. Do not hesitate, Tyrant King. We have your Marshal, and we will kill him. 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
esotericas 1561 Share Posted January 23, 2022 The prisoner stood alone in the tent, head bowed. If it weren't for the steady drip of blood dripping from his scattered wounds, he could have been a statue. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Operator_Bugman 221 Share Posted January 23, 2022 Orin Ve'lvenest shook his head at this letter "Of all people they pick the only person I gave a potion, All that time and it'll go to waste in an instant." He tossed the missive to the side as he continued working in his study. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Crymson 480 Share Posted January 23, 2022 Petrel shook his head. "Looks like these folk didn't learn their lesson the last time we scattered their raiding party. I suppose it's time to teach them yet another lesson." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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