Calling Of The Salvian Banners

[Redbaron™ 690]

Royal news spreads throughout the Salvian Kingdom of war. Pages run through out the lands telling noble folks of what the prince has asked of them

"Prince Lancel has declared a calling of all Salvus banners to a meeting. Any and all noble families within Salvus or friends with the Kingdom are asked to come and join him in feast and drink to discuss the news of this battle. Heads of families only would be preferred but you may also bring a wife or war general of your armies. Prince Lancel wishes you all safe travels and hope to see you soon. For the Emperor!"

OOC:

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[NiC201 (Aeries) 76]

((Yeah... Good luck with that.... ;)

[Pepernoot 51]

As Levon Ithelias was just about to leave his estate in Glenwood, a page runs up to him notifying him of the meeting organised by Prince Lancel..

"Hm, seems I'll have to attend this. Boy, you can let the Prince know I will be there."

The page nods "Yes, My Lord." And leaves Glenwood to inform the Prince.

((If the time of the meeting doesn't change, I'll be able to attend it. It will depend on the time of the battle if I can be there (I'm european, so it can't be too late ;) ) ))

[Seventh / Ryan 93]

Richard arrives back home, to Marna, the Archduchy of the West. He observes the workers, building upon the great Keep of Marna, and the farmers, lovingly attending to the farms.

Richard notices a small, skinny figure approach him, quickly. His Royal Guards stop the boy-runner, as he approaches Richard. He furrows his brows, as he scans the boy, noticing the isignia of the Western Army, he allows the boy through.

The boy carries a small note, inside holds the unique information of this event.

Richard smirks, widely, thinking "Hightowers, typical."

"Thank you, m'boy." He addresses the scout. The scout dips his head, in a deep bow, smiling, then turns off to return to his operations front.

The Liutenant, aware of the note, riding next to Richard, raises a brow. "M'lord, you don't actually plan on helping the Hightowers? We've only just mobilized half of the Western Troops, it'd take doubly the effort to send men to fight there, and then have them fight the second war."

Richard smiles, widely. "Of course I'm not going to help the Hightowers! I'm merely going to compete with them, how many troops we can each muster up!" He ends it with a slight smirk. "Have whatever you can make by tomorrow morn, and set up the camps. Also, send a scout Glenwood, I've not seen the Count in a while, however, I'm more than certain he is still willing, and loving to stand for Marna."

The Old Liutenant observes Richard, quietly, as Richard rides off. He thinks to himself "That man would die before seeing one of his forced to kneel to those whom do not care, nor show love to his people. That'll get him killed. Perhaps that is why he is a born leader?" He shakes his head, gathering his thoughts, then begins to ride off for the Camps.

[[Typical Hightowers. <3]]

--Seventh

[Hobolympic 1093]

Count Jordan Stilwell sits in his manor, reading several letters that arrived within the last fortnight. He scratches his head as Ashe enters the library. She notifies Jordan of the meeting.

Jordan frowns. "War? What war? Hath I been left out AGAIN?" He sighs.

"No, darling. Obviously not, due to the meeting." Ashe replies.

Jordan scratches his chin, before he says: "Very well. Send word to the Hightowers that I will attend this meeting."

Jordan opens the window to his manor, and shouts out at a local peasant. "Oi, you! Bring a couple of wine kegs to my manor as swiftly as possible! And prepare the stallions!"

[[EDIT: Don't kill me, Seventh. I'ma join 'dis meeting, even though I'm practically Marna'ish :D ]]

[ayresalex 517]

*Jon Norsem and his men are sitting at thier encampment, when word arrives that King Hightower are striking his banners, he grins, gets up from his camp stool, and drains the last of his flagon.

"Men! Our noble King is striking his banners! It is time to prove to these southeron lords what northmen can do!"

His bannermen go wild with pride and excitement.

"If death shall come for us, it will tremble to take us!"

*Norsem pounds his fist against his chestplate, smiling ear to ear.*

"As brothers, we will stand, hand in hand, and fight for Salvus and the Emperor!"

The Norsem bannermen, as one single entity, shout a defining and resounding, "RAH!"

[Redbaron™ 690]

*Gets more woman then richard, case closed*

(( Much love since both our families are inbreds <3 ))

[steelersfan1221 300]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.