Nathan_Barnett36

The Rat Trap

"Guilty" "Guilty" rang out in the cathedral. Bult knew what this meant. Unclipping his warhammer as the inevitable fight had begun. The remaining Von Dracos scurrying around in the sewers, a scene so familiar to the ageing Wick. Cutting down the few stragglers, white in their eyes as they were cornered and hauled into the streets of Karosgrad. "Don't worry, I'm not a brute, you'll have a fair trial." Said the Wick, throwing his hand in the direction of Emil "Bring the prisoners to the cells". He'd take a firm grip of the captives bindings with his only hand, dragging him away into the depths of the Barracks.

The Wick would not betray his words to the Von Draco captives, offering up conversation, food and water. Walking up and down the damp and dirty corridor, he'd just so happen to peer into Joseph's cell. A makeshift noose tied around the poor mans neck, standing on top of the cells bed. "What are you doing!" he'd shout, rushing on into the cell while calling on another guard for assistant. "I've done my duty for my liege. For Velec. All they would ask now" spoke to Adrian knight, so sure he would be executed. He wanted the easy way out. He did not want to die with honour and with pride. Instead, alone in a cell. "Wait!" he'd be cut short as the Adrian Knight jumped off of his bed, the noose snapping under the enormous weight of the pompous man, failing in his attempt to end his own life. "Damn" is all the knight could mutter. 

“He led a raid in Petra, so I would like to bring him there for a fair trial.” said Renilde "Not to mention, the Adrian forces will be here for him any moment, no doubt.” Alas, she was right. Joseph and his Von Draco associates were dragged out of the cells that they became so fond of and into the square of the Barracks. However, a small force of elves made their way into the square atop of horses. “Ti, considering one of them is wanted in Celia'nor and I was denied extradition” Valyris proclaimed. Unsure on what to do, convinced that something is amiss

“My understanding is the King wishes for these prisoners to be executed.” said the Wick, however it fell upon deaf ears. “If you wish to extradite them all, I'll need a written slip from Cardinal Allobrogum.” said the lone haeseni prison guard. With a quick and stern response from Valyris “I don't work for the church" Bult was sure something was wrong, he'd make his way over to the elves atop their horses. 

“Wait, you can't take them to Celia'nor." Bult explained, his sword partly drawn. “These men aren't going anywhere.” a voiced echoed from behind, The King of Balian came marching into the square. At that moment, the elves quickly fled on their horses with the prisoners on stow, Bult would quickly try to make a poor attempt to chase them down. The prisoners now broken out, he made his way to Celianor alongside the King of Balian.

"We're here for the prisoners you stole from Haense" Bult shouted up to palace. Disappointment set on his face when the two guards of Valyris explained that the prisoners had been executed. Not convinced, Bult and the Alexander I searched the streets of the city incase any of them had escaped their capture from the elves. Moments later, "Bult! The other von Draco that escaped is down here." A voice shouted. Rushing over to the gate, Sofya Von Draco stood conversing with the people of Celianor. With a quick and surprise attempt, he'd rush over to the old woman and dive into her in a poor attempt at a tackle. Unfortunately, the Wick not being so agile anymore, was no so quick in his tackle. Sofya quickly rushed back, unsheathing her sword. The sound of Alexander I pulling out his sword and Bult unclipping his warhammer from his belt filled the square. Sound from behind followed shortly after as Valyris and her guards made their way into the square. 

Ever so quickly, a sword pummelled into the back of the old Wick. A stab in the back from the guards of Celianor, the most dishonourable deed of combat. He quickly lurches forward, spinning around in shock and pain. Stumbling back over his old feet, his rear meeting the hard floor as he tried to give some distance from the dishonourable guards. "Wait!" he shouted. A sword made it's mark in the Wick's neck, the final blow to end of a very old man. Blood covered the Lord's Aaunic armour and the streets below. Finally, he joined the seven skies with his fellow Wicks. What came of the King is unknown, maybe he made it out. 

"Coltaine, is that you?"

*tries to hold trol accountable like the staff said

*is not held accountable when trying to make him accountable for his actions

The Death of the Sarkozic Girl

       A copy of the handwritten letter is pinned to the missive below

It has come to the attention of the Lord Governor and Treasurer, Bult Wick, that a handful of fake letters are being sent to vassals and Lords of the Kingdom of Aaun, pretending to be myself. 

A very alarming letter was recently sent to to Viscount Sapron. Within the letter, it claims that Prince Emil Caius has murdered the missing Sarkozic girl shortly after she returned the bodies of the Regent of Adria and his heir. This is completely false. Once the bodies were delivered to the Vienne gates, I was the only one at the gate to bring them inside. Prince Emil arrived later at minitz, unaware of the situation until he was informed that the bodies had been returned. The last time we saw the girl, she was heading back in the direction of Velec.

These false statements can only mean one thing, the girl was murdered by the foreign troops of Adria and now they wish to pin the blame on Prince Emil. It is shameful. I ask all citizens of this great Kingdom and our allies to corroborate any letters that are sent around. The dogs of Adria wish to push dissent into our ranks. They will not succeed.

Let it be known that the dogs of Adria murdered the Sarkozic girl after forcing her to bring the body of the Regent of Adria and his heir to Vienne

- His Excellency, Lord Governor and Treasurer, Bult Wick

A perspective from Bult Wick

Bult woke up from a deep sleep, bells being rung throughout the city. Distance shouts "RALLY MEN AND WOMEN, THE HORDES OF OREN ARE ON THEIR WAY TO RAID!" He quickly lept up out of his bed, grabbing ahold of his sword and taking the reigns of his horse, slowly making his way into the town centre. A quick glance around the square, a bright reflection hitting his eyes from the mass of soldiers decked out in their armour. Moving over to the group, mounting his horse and joining alongside Maxim Attenlund.

"THEY'RE HERE!"

"CHARGE!"

The gates of the city suddenly opened, a clanking of armour could be heard throughout the city as the Alliance charged out. A mighty clash incurred, arrows flying over the soldiers and pelting the ferrymen and imperial soldiers. Bodies of the imperials rolling down the hill, soaked in blood. Clashing of swords, decapitated heads and dead horses littered the main road leading to Karosgrad.

"THEY'RE RETREATING, CHARGE!"

Bult sat on his horse, running down the retreating imperials and ferrymen. The look of fear on very imperial soldier retreating was clear to those on the chase. They were terrified, being split up from the main bulk of the force and being slaughtered in the snow. Only a small amount of imperials with a tiny bit of courage turned, attempting to help their fleeing comrades but only to be put to the dirt. Imperial and ferrymen horsemen flying in the air from the mighty cavalry of the Orcs and Haense. Once fallen, surrounded by courageous soldiers, ripping the enemy cavalry to pieces, taking their spoils of war.

The alliance came upon the new founded ferrymen keep, soldiers cowering inside, hiding behind their dozens of traps which they thought people would fall for. However, the Alliance is much smarter then that, they pulled back onto a frozen pond and patiently waited for the ferrymen to charge out once again. Their greed for the alliances materials and weaponry got the better of them, all logic got thrown into the pond, overridden with pride and greed. A dozen clashed occured once again which ultimately led to their downfall. Their greed for war riches was their downfall.

The enemy pulled right back into their keep, hiding once again to never emerge. The alliance turned on their horses, heading back to home after a massive victory, the snow littered with imperial and ferrymen soldiers. Only but a few stragglers of Oren remained outside, scrambling to save their lives after being abandoned by their own army. Desperate to get away, they somehow made their way infront of Karosgrad, only to be cut down like the dogs they are.

"VICTORY"