An Act Of War!

[ThatCanadian 203]

*Matthew Sits in his study, his readjusts the bandage around his left shoulder and then goes to examine the cut on his hand. Looking at his leg he mutters about the injury.“I'm lucky,” he thinks to himself, knowing that he could of been much worse off. In-front of him sits a quill and paper, he takes his time to collect his thoughts, then he goes to write down what happened, knowing it could be of value later.*

 

“I was walking down the road from Abresi, on my way to Adunia, when I was stopped by a random man. I'm not sure of his name, but that matters not. He came to me and told me that they were going to attack Ebonflow Island, the Claxdon Fortress. I thought nothing of it and waved him off. I continued down the road when once again I was stopped, turning around, I saw a man in Grey and Blue, whom later I discovered was a Flay. Two more Flays came behind him, one of them was Edmund, the other one I do not know of. Edmund told me that I was to either surrender Ebonflow island to the county of Valence, or they will take it. I refused to give it away and a fight ensued. An Adunian Elf, a member of the Garda, recognized me and helped me, however, I took a throwing knife in the shoulder and a cut on my hand, as well as a stab to the back of my leg. I fell, and was quickly knocked out. I later came to I was tied to a cross in the Dreadfort. Once again, they told me to give them the island, or they would take it. Once again I refused. However, I bought time, I told them to contact the Grand King, to see that if I did switch sides, I wouldn't be hunted for oath breaking. He left to go send the bird and I was alone, the torch put out. I had time to plan an escape."

 

*He pauses, going to recollect his thoughts, he can't help but smile.*

 

“Then the attack happened. The guard that was helping me fight off the Flays escaped after I was knocked out. He gathered the Adunians, and they marched on the Dreadfort, I believe some men from Oren helped as well, I cannot remember. The crashing as a ballista was fired, along with the war cries of the Adunians travelled down the halls into the cells to Me. I yelled back, trying to free myself from the chains, but to no avail, I could not free myself. The sounds of fighting came from above me, I continued to yell for help, saying I was here. After the Adunian and Oren forces broke through the Flays, they broke down the cell door and freed me. The Adunian forces were led by His Grace King Lachlan himself. I was carried up to the main floor, however, the Flays had barricaded us into the Dreadfort, we could not get out. Eventually, one of the men managed to free some bars and we crawled through, exiting that way. We then headed off, the sound of Flays shouting for war followed us. The Adunians and the Oren men helped me escape, they came back for me when I was captured. I am forever thankful for them. However, new trouble brews, the Flays will march on the island, I know it, its time to prepare, its time for War!”

 

*He reads over the papers, nodding as he reads, happy with what he wrote. As his eyes travel over the final word, he nods to himself, putting the quill down. He then calls for his steward.*

 

“Prepare the defences, prepare the men, bring the food into storage. Be ready for war, a siege is coming, we will outlast them. We will be victorious.”

[Watyll 1104]

((Sounds like good roleplay. Well written!))

[ThatCanadian 203]

((Thanks! It was a blast to be apart of :D))

[SirSnowMan 318]

"Oh naaar."

[Cat Evocation 3728]

Vaclav sits on his ship inside his cabin, sipping off rum, looking over a map.

 

 

He begins to think about the Claxdon fort, and how easily it can be made to shatter. Looking out his window we looks to his small transport ship, the S.S. Rhia, he then thinks about how much of a bang it would be if it was be filled with many Kegs of Coal dust, Oil, and even a Keg or Two of alchemist fire.

 

 

With a Grin he leans back in his chair, sipping off his rum until a large wave rolls by, causing him to fall backwards, spilling rum everywhere..

[seannie 7443]

Yawns and leans back in a chair, having not intention to go to war yet

[oblivionsbane 714]

*Smirks as Matthew tells him to ready the defenses before nodding.*

"Of course, sir." 

 

*He turns before his smirk translates into a grin and he says to himself.*

"This is going to be fun. "

*He sets his hand on his long swords pommel as he goes to ready the fortress with a grand, confident smile on his face and the typical fire in his eyes.*

[Moot 1719]

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