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Post by Frere Reynald de Pensax on Aug 4, 2011 6:05:44 GMT -5
Brother Reynald, Knight-Preceptor of our House of the Temple at Montaigle to Sir Didymous LaRoth, Earl of Northfeld, Commander of His Majesty's Forces in the North.
Our Lord's blessing be upon thee my noble Earl. My scouts inform me that Sir Guillaume le Waleys (though it be unknown to me wherefore the vile fellow hath deserved the rank and honour of knighthood), fearing your Lordship's reputation in war, is presently drawing off and making for beyond the Forth. Thus, sith I have seen things well done here at Tweed Castle, though much woe and misery hath been inflicted by the enemy hereabouts, and one brother Nicholas, Sergeant of the Temple and Infirmarer, shall stay to give what succour to the afflicted that he may, straightly, my lord, am I making to thee at Saint Swithbert, and before dawn shall I come to thee.
I thank thee, my gracious lord, most noble Earl for the great honour thou hast done my poor and unworthy self in appointing me thy commissioner of array. On my arrival at Saint Swithbert shall I begin the computation of all our Majesty's forces entrusted to thy noble self that are gathered for the muster, and for the which supply, firstly, do I here present the detailed muster of those of our brethren and vassalage of the Temple that I have in train:
The lance of Sir Robert de Herrison, who has a barded destrier; one squire, well mounted with a hauberk and steel cap; three archers, well mounted.
The lance of Sir Mark de la Hay, who has a destrier with demi-bard; one squire, well mounted with hauberk and iron war hat; three archers well mounted.
The lance of Sir Lucas Fitzmarmaduke, who has a barded destrier; two squires well mounted with hauberks and iron war hats; six archers, four well mounted, two horses wounded (and God be praised that we have suffered no loss of human life during the pursuit and those mounts that are unfit for further service we will straightly replace, for my Master is coming to Saint Switbert with the whole muster of the Temple, and he has many spare horses in train, as is our custom).
The lance of Sir Waldemar Atte Holy-Cross, who has a barded destrier; one squire, well mounted with gambeson and steel cap; four archers, two well mounted and two on mean Scottish ponies.
The lance of Sir Guy de Groombridge, who has a destrier with chamfron but no bardings; one squire, well mounted with gambeson and steel cap; two archers on mean Scottish ponies.
The lance of Sir Aumary de Rancon, who has a barded destrier; two squires, well mounted with hauberks and iron war hats, six archers all well mounted.
Brother Richard of the Temple, knight, who has a barded destrier and one squire, well mounted with hauberk and iron war hat.
Brother Simon of the Temple, knight, who has a barded destrier and one squire, well mounted with hauberk and iron war hat.
Brother Thomas of the Temple, knight, who has a barded destrier and one squire, well mounted with hauberk and iron war hat.
Brother Baudoin of the Temple, knight, who has a barded destrier and one squire, well mounted with hauberk and iron war hat.
Brother Amadis of the Temple, sergeant, well mounted. Brother Pedro of the Temple, sergeant, well mounted. Brother Robinet of the Temple, sergeant, well mounted. Brother Bryan of the Temple, sergeant, well mounted. Brother Alain of the Temple, sergeant, well mounted. Brother Ulrich of the Temple, sergeant, well mounted. Brother Carloman of the Temple, sergeant, well mounted.
Two sergeants' squires of the Temple, well mounted with hauberks and steel caps.
Six lances of our vassalage have I left in charge of Brother Hanno at Montaigle for the watching of the border and for the assistance of maintaining of supplies of food and fodder for our great host.
For myself, my lord, one Peterkin, servant of our house at Montaigle, hath implored me that he shall be permitted to serve as my squire. The lad hath despatched two of the enemy with his broad knife, and thus I have pledged him that he shall have his wish, and for his equipping have I given him the steed and hauberk of the captive Iohannes le Waleys, who e'en now awaits his Majety's pleasure at Montaigle, although I do confide in thee, my lord, that I have no doubt but that he shall have no ransom but the knife as we of the Temple say.
My duties to your lordship.
Enacted this day IV August at Tweed Castle by Brother Reynald of the Temple.
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Post by Frere Reynald de Pensax on Aug 5, 2011 11:21:56 GMT -5
It is not yet quite dawn, and Brother Reynald and his Montaigle contingent ride into Saint Swithbert. At his side, a Sergeant-Brother carries the legendary Baucent; and as they pass through the bivouacs of the army, the news that the Templars have arrived circulates. These are the men who have recently helped to break the myth of Wallace's invincibilty, and the white surcoats of the Knight-Brothers at the head of the column are all besmirched with the filth and grime of battle - a testimony to the hard fighting of the last few days: yet they are still an awesome sight as they trot through the camp in silence, each Templar Knight astride a jet black destrier with full mail bardings.
On arrival, Brother Reynald pauses only long enough to remove his helm and unlace his ventail before making straight for the lodging of the noble Earl of Northfeld with his newly appointed squire and his Gonfanonier. The Earl, warned of the approach of these men who have been in the saddle for days with hardly any food or rest has already ordered that bivouacs be prepared for the Montaigle contingent. However, having thanked the noble Earl for his kindness and forethought and presented him with two bloodied and torn captured Scottish banners, Brother Reynald with his squire and standard bearer ride straight out of camp again, vowing that he will take no rest until the main Templar contingent is guided safely into camp. The main Templar contingent is commanded by the fearsome Master Brian de Jay and it consists of all the English Templar force. This includes dozens of elite, battle-proven Templar Knights; scores of redoubtable Sergeant-Brothers, as adept with their crossbows as they are with sword and lance, and only slightly lighter armed than the knights themselves. Additionally, the Templars' English vassals are with them: more knights, men-at-arms and hundreds of archers and spearmen. After a few hours of riding, Brother Reynald makes contact with the Templar column coming up from the south. And, after receiving the blessing of his Master, he is presented with a fresh destrier, and by mid-afternoon, the main Templar contingent begins to arrive at Saint Swithbert.
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Post by Sir Didymous LaRoth on Aug 9, 2011 22:18:18 GMT -5
Edward, King of all England to Brother Reynald of the Temple and to the Earl of Northfeld.
This hath been a note long in the writing. I have been greatly vexed and torn by the matter of Iohannes Le Waleys. I see no benefit in giving him back to his kin, but a simple execution is not befitting such a traitor. His life be but a triffle, but he is well known of the Scots. Have I many more important matters in this war, so I say thee that betwixt the twain of thee shall his fate be decided, and know thee most assuredly that my blessing be with what ever your choice may be.
Under the great seal of Edward, high Lord of Britania.
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Post by Sir Didymous LaRoth on Aug 13, 2011 0:29:10 GMT -5
PROCLAMATION
Sir Didymous LaRoth, Earl of Northfeld, Heir Apparent to the Duchy of Noceithirloch, and knight of the Most Noble Order of the Rouse Clan, do hereby summon all Barons and Lords of high estate of the Countsy of Northfeld, that have seven or more loyal retainer knights to take part in a council of war in the power seat of Northfeld on the fifteenth day of August. All Masters of the Knights of the Temple are also requested sith their services are offered. Those loyal to their true Kinge have noaught to fear of this council, but those who show sympathy to those who would rebel must take heed that this council desides thy fate.
Issued under authority of the Earl of Northfeld and the captain of the Kinges forces in the North, on this the thirteenth day of August in the year of our Lord 1298.
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(After having issued his proclamation Sir Didymous steals away to Tynehouse to pay a visit to his wife. He rides clad in plain clothing with no sign of rank save his sygnet ring and his sword. He shows no identification but his family badge on the shoulder of his cloak. The only rider thar accompanies him is his squie dexter, Andrew MacLir. He has arrived and is safly in the chamber of his wife. They talk peacfuly and relax with each other.)
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Post by Sir Wulfscyld Garmund on Aug 14, 2011 11:25:57 GMT -5
My lord Sir Didymous LaRoth i ride swiftly to the counci for i sent this by rider to prepare you for my arrival. I have prepared all my ramparts and all lances to the ready of any attack of of my lands many scotish heads are held high on there own pikes in warning to the inbread dogs that try to raid i have sent my oxen to the south of my qurrys and have armed all malitia with spears from my armouies in tweed and sent 5 seargents to each village tower to command the malitia to repel any scotish raid as well as set 3 lances to ambush any rabble coming acrossed my boarders in the north.
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Post by Sir Didymous LaRoth on Aug 23, 2011 1:30:24 GMT -5
(Sir Didymous has been persuaded by his wife that the her safety is just as secure in Northfeld as it is in Tynehouse, but has refused to dismiss the guards that the Duke has sent. He and Latitia therefore travel to Northfeld together. Upon arrival he is met with ill news; Sir John, en route to Northfeld for the war council, has been delayed due to a raid on his village of Bridgewater. He has sent word that the rebels have been defeated by his small garrison there, but he must remain for two days to ensure the safety of his people. Didymous has decided to delay the war council until he arrives. Sir John arrives tired from the ride, he made few-to-stops ad arrives a half day earlier than expected. The war council engages.)
M'good Lords, I thank ye for attending to do that which be right and just in the sight of God, to defend the crown of our Noble Lord. 'e 'ath bestowed upon me a great honor, to be the commander o' 'is forces in the face o' the enemy. I thank especial to the Master Brian De Jay, and Brother Reynald De Pensax, both Templeridder of esteem. Also to m'good and trusted brother knights of the Order of the Rouse Clan, Sir Wulfscyld Garmund and Sir John Karloff. Sir Lee Ferguson, Scotch by Blood and English by the enlightenment that the Scotch are not but English men in the north, 'ere also attends, and I schall suffer no insult 'pon 'im of any. All 'ere are trusted knights of this realm, and lesser captains of the vast support granted by our blessed king. Put I afore this council my thoughts on that which needs be done.
As all 'ere know in sooth, Northfeld was once at peace with all those who acted honorably, but we now 'ave suffer'd attack of this rable rouser Wallace. 'e and those loyal to 'is most unjust cause 'ave taken 'pon themselves to vex our solemnity and bespoil our lands. Well say I that we shew this sheep-biter who the the true Lord of this land be! 'ave we in our keepin' this thing that were once thought a knight, 'e be call'd Iohannes Le Waleys. a prisoner taken of Brother Reynald. In the urgency o' 'is duties the King 'ath granted that I and Reynald should do with 'im as we please. I make this suggestion, and wish I that all 'ere should give there wisdom. Say I that we move 'im to 'unte castle in the very midst of the the old forest which be in the midst of Northfeld. As beknownst of those of these parts, it be the 'ighest point in all of the Countsy, and it be surrounded of a great many trees. Then send we out a decree that Iohannes is to be executed. Then 'is 'ead to dispay'd in Northfeld and 'is body set allight. This should, m'thinks, cause the Scotch rebels to descend on the castle to save the kin o' one of there commanders. If it does not, we then carry out as was decreed. In anger they may then sally forth. If they then do not, we 'ave at least made a statement of loyalty to the crown and what come of a lack thereof. This may seem total folly, that be not all o' this plan. Sir Wulfscyld, m'northmost Baron, I would that thou should'st set small numbered pocket of troop on each road to 'arass the approachin' army. Sir John, my trusted Baron and Sheriff, I would that thou make pickets throughout all of the Countsy and order them by carrier from thy main camp in Eastquarry where thou shalt keep hidden troops, thou shalt be mine eyes and ears old friend. Brother Reynald I would if your noble master alloweth that you be in charge of ambush forces hidden in the old forest around 'unte castle, let these forces be made up of archer and arbelestier. In fay, would that they contain sergeants of your Order. Sir Lee I 'old ye 'ere as lieutenant o'er the castle Northfeld, and thus thy job is to see to it's defenses and not to anger m'wife. She be tougher than any Scotch or e'en the Moors of Spain. Master De Jay, I would, if you think it wise, that ye should take what forces you see fit to Dukunsington that the Scotch schall fight thee brefly there, and once engaged ye, and thy host should retreat to the walls of 'unte castle. Beseems me that seein' the standard of the Templar should distract them from the forces that I schall 'ave placed in waiting in three places; Furburgh, the monastery to the north of Bartston, and 'on the westmost edge o' the old forest. They schall be under the command of m'trusted knights of Northfeld, Sir Matthew Wellsworth, Sir Bartholomew of Tradswick, and Sir Lucas De Giles of Furburgh. Once the Scotch besiege 'unte castle, all the forces schall come down 'pon them. Fist the missile troop to thin their ranks, then Sir Matthew, Sir Bartholomew, and Sir Lucas. The garrison o' the castle schall then sally forth. Once routed and fleeing to the north, the schall be laid asunder by Sir John's privy force.
M'fay they schall not be smart enough to see the trap. So what says this council?
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Post by Sir Wulfscyld Garmund on Aug 24, 2011 11:25:55 GMT -5
I am in favor of Your plan and will be sending my lady to your castle of northfeld with a small personal gaurd. I must make haste to my castle of tweed to ensure that all remains well for I have heard that Sir John had a raid in his lands and i now fear of more riads in mine send work when you are ready and all my forces that can be afield will maintain the north and force these scotts to lose there will to fight and may we bring them to there knees upon the ends of our swords my god protect you my leige. "After the end of the councile Sir wulfscyld leaves with his body guard failing to keep up with the worried Baron for he made haste to his castle to ensure his lady be safe and to send her swiftly to Northfeld for safty for he knew the Scotts would rally a great host with news of there kin beeing executed." "On his arrival to his lands a small detacment of his malitia warned of scottish raid parties keeping close to the fairy that crossed the tweed and at that Wulfscyld gave orders to the malitia to move to all villages in his lands to sommon half of all militia to tweed castle to assymble for the fight ahead and as well as all huntsmen for he knew the scotts had little to no armour and a hunters arrow would be just as strong as a arrow of war. He then pushed forth past the qurries to the walls of his home and castle where he met his wife at the gate where he jumped off his horse and held her tight and told her to make hast and pack for a journy south to Northfeld castle for her safty for a attack was coming and his fairy was a primary taget to gain control of for if the scotts would need it to cross. He then call all Retainers under him for that is when he herd word that 3 had fell in the far north of his lands Sir Ivan longfellow, Sir Emmans White, and Sir William Kale. WulfScyld Staired out a window of his councile room and then looked back at his servant with grey eyes as life it self fell away and spoke may there lives be avenged for every scott that treads against our king shall die and I will find the raid party that over came my ambush troop in the north and all of them will know aggony by the time there death draws to a close. as his other 2 retainers came into the councile camber Wulfscylds servant introduced them to the hall Sir Henery Wells and Sir Justin Compton Both bowed to there baron and sir wulfscyld spoke get your lances Sir Henery and Sir Justin prepare for the assymboly of all of My armys here for i march to the north to avenge our fallen and to harrase these scotts we shall leave none alive. As Sir woulfscyld left his cambers his wife grabed him and held him close even as his iron scales scratched her arms he then said to Northfeld and need not fear for if my time is now let it be in the glory of battle he kissed the top of her head and made hast to his horse and with Sir Henery having the order had his feild garrison of tweed assymbold Wulfscyld asked for a rider to head to Northfled with his wife to give word to Sir Didyoums of the current situation and that all orders given to him would be followed and at that he and his Tweed elite moved swiftly to the north side of the fariy and began there hunt for the rabble that kill 3 most honorable knights and a lance of rengland."
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Post by Sir Didymous LaRoth on Sept 5, 2011 21:40:47 GMT -5
(Sir Didymous stands at the table surrounded by seasoned knights. Only the hurried Sir Wulfscyld has added anything to what was said, and that was right before he left. It has been a good while since then, and still no ideas or thoughts. Sir Didymous' fabled ill temper is starting to kick in. Why is no one speaking? So many great minds in one war council, and nothing. Even an argument would be more effective than this drawn out silence. His temper could be contained no more, it was as if the fate of the world hung on his shoulders. The fate of Northfeld did, and to the Earl, that was enough.)
"So, 'ere am I seated with some of the best warriors in Christandom, and nary a word!" Shouted the Earl. "Would any of ye speak ought against this idea?! If so, 'ave done with it! If 'twere silence and a bunch of simpering bob-chins I wanted, I would 'ave taken council with thy squires! Speak pray thee! I care not if ye agree or disagree, just speak ye your minds, for that be why I 'ave ye called! Dear Master De Jay, Templar thou art, Know I that thou must 'ave some thought on burning the body, so pray speak! Sir John, my most valued friend, save but thy few misdeeds, thou art of a goodly sort for this council, what sayst thee of this matter?! Sir Lee? Brother Reynald? Any of thee? SPEAK!!!!"
(The Earl's anger came forth like a river from behind a dam. He knew this was imprudent of him, and that somehow he would inevitably regret this lack of temperance. But he could contain no longer the burning irritation in his chest. He now stands infront of the bewildered council, in an akward state of subdued rage. Thoughts are still rushing through his mind, the kind of thoughts that occur only when a normally careful man throws caution to the wind. "'ope I that I 'ave not them offended. I cannot afford to lose such allies. Sir John 'as always been slow to speak, for 'e considereth all afore a word e'er followeth." Then the words of his departed uncle Conon flooded his mind, "Timothy (for so he was named before the death of his brother), e'en in the hardest times lose not thy temper, for it will cause shame and regret. 'Tis the biggest sign of weakness in a man, if he cannot himself control."
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Post by Sir John Karloff II on Sept 7, 2011 8:11:04 GMT -5
Goode Sir Didymus, my sword is yours my Leige! have we not been thru battles and goodly times? my loyalty is yours forver more! thy plan to thawart thescots is a great one! we will crush the varlets and make them wish they never heard of Northfeld! mine armies are at thy serviece my leige!
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Post by Sir Wulfscyld Garmund on Sept 7, 2011 11:36:59 GMT -5
The evening was cold and rainy Sir Wulfscyld sent out a rider to tweed to empty its walls for a great scotish army now marched toward him he call in all forward scouts on the north boarder after he gained a report of the army moving acrossed the scouts did not receive who was in command for the rain was a driving one and the marks could not be made out but a scottish bannar was spotted. Sir wulfscyld as a victor against larger foces still new the best way was the plan his lord had divised he sent a small dispatch of mercenay arches to start a diversion to offset the scottish forces incoming and at that point he called his army to move south of the river for he would insure a hard crossing for the scottish dogs by burning his fairies and destroying any and all boats on the rivers northern banks. he then gathered what forces he took with him on his hunt for the scottish band that killed his lance to the north and moved quickly to the tweed river farie where the rider he sent came riding back as quickly as he could and met his lord Sir Wulfscyld with a angered face but calm voice said my messanger tomas why do you ride back to me did i not give you a direct order to take this letter to my lutinate sir henery to empty the castle tomas replied my lord the scottish band you have been hunting is at the faries and holding them for the main army coming so that they may cross. Sir wulfscyld with a fire in his eye screamed for glory you men let us avenge and counqour our foe and the troop moved forwared as fast as his infantry could move and with in a short time they made sight of there host and they were close to the river in a small bend where his enemy was traped wulfscyld out numbered faced a dunting task to save his safe crossing and to destroy this army to his front he called his long bows and arbilistiers to the front and ordered them to exsust there bolts and arrows and order his slings to mix with his heavy infantry and he and his 4 knights and there squires 8 horse in all faced 15 horse that where starting to charge but failed in there efforts for his long bows and arbalistiers layed them to the earth and then lossed the last of there munition on the enemy archers wulfscyld ordered his bow men to the furthest farie and then ordered the infantry to center charge as he and his horse went to the left cuting off the enemy from approching his longbows and arbiliesteirs escape he then turned vilently and charged in the name of our king they waided into a hell of a host his infantry crashed into the enmy lines and broke thru like a knife thru butter his slingers pelting his enemy and disorienting there lines his hores were surrounded and he was dismounted by a scottish spear to his horses chest he the jumped up as quick as he could being struck by a scotish dirk in his shoulder with the dirk still in his shoulder he slughter 3 scotts and his violent and frantic voice roaring as a wild river brought dread to the scotts who became dishearted by him as he cut them down with out mercy the scott s began to flee and he yelled with with a loud and penitrating voice drive them to the river destroy them leave none alive the scotts were scatering but were trapped by the river and sir wulfscyld had to much momentum and they were fulling into the river and being swept away or being cut down as the sun began to come thru the clouds the last scot was dead and he sent a rider to his lord didymous and moved acrossed the river and distroyed all means of crossing for victory was theres but at a high cost for his troop was less than half and wulfscyld suffer in much pain but for the night he would sleep and rest for the next he knew would be hell.
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Post by Sir Wulfscyld Garmund on Sept 8, 2011 9:45:39 GMT -5
sir wulfscyld called forth a spy of his a scottsman he placed trust in for he was of the fergouson clan he sent this spy to see what the great army coming forth would be made of and there intentions if possible he knew by now that the word of the upcoming execution would probly be the motive how ever if they not know of the full plan of my lord they would go to hunt castle if not to northfled it self as earlier he ordered tweed emptied to try to slow his enemy who would search it for plunder and or annex it but he needed to warn his lord he finaly gave the order to his spy let thee bring the news i need to fight these men join there army for a day and grab all word i know they march slow for my last scot said they not moved far from where they were spoted and made camp go with hast take a horse but leave it to the wind before u join this large rabble. the spy robert moved swift to the oncoming dark to make his path to the enemy but for wulfscyld he needed to dispatch a message to his lord didymous. My lord it is with this rider i sent so swift un to you in northfeld make hast to your defences in hunt for the enemy sends a great army i have emptied my castle for staying there may only folly our brute my leige for i will kill all scotts who annex it and give faulse hope to thoses who flee the walls of the mighty hunt i shall herass them and set sieg to my own castle for the enemy will have no provison there and i have in the order to my tweed garrison to begain building of balistas and small trebucets i have collected much cherity from my people of the barrony and i shall give it back the bet i may for once the enemy comes it will be a swift fight in hunt for i kow the metal of the northfeldian men for many have seen the taining of tweed castle when sent here to learn. And my lord i will be sending all that i can as far a provisons for protection to karloff hall please send to sir John of my need for him i wish not lose such porvisions to our enemy i will have enough for my army afield for 2 weeks and i shall keep my merchants wagons at ready in karloff hall if provision is needed i have 2 days till they reach tweed castle for tomarrow evening they will be on the banks of the tweed rver but the rains have swollen its banks so they will not cross for til the next morning i have burned all means of crossing the river to slow them down my lord and for a lesser note my lord how is my wife and yours getting along i hope well i shall send word my lord once i know what our enemy has ans who is in lead for i hope that dog wallace is with them for i would like to see his head held high in thee air and his tarten desicrated and my lord to also give a high note to u my lord my band of 3 lances distroyed the rabble that killed so many of ou goodly english men in the north for god was with us to the end of the fight for the mghty river tweed swallowed many we were out numbered 2 to one i myself took a dirk to my left shoulder and fought still after i was dismounted by a scottish dog who paid with my sword in his gut and the one who stuck me got my hilt in his eye and my blade in his groin he died slow for i did not wish to finish him he still groans acrossed the river i had him strung up as a warning or as a means of making our scottish enemy become wild in mind and over streach them selves just for us to slughter them all the easyier i now rest my leige and will be prepared to leave from my back gates of tweed in the morning with all provisions and men to assybole in my manour house to the south let these men think we are weak by this just to learn that they are just a stupid as dogs. and if u you wish my lord ask the messanger of the battle of the tweed river he was there he is the squire of sir henery his name is cory his is a good lad and give any orders u wish to give me to him and he will make hast back to henery and i shall know my lords mind god bless you and may he keep you and yours safe. At that he sent cory fast to his horse and watched as the sun set on the western hills wulfscyld with a mind that was solid to the path he had chossen knew that the scotts would annex his castle but only leave a small garrison to hold it so he would just come back to kill them and then cut there supply road off and take in all the wagons that came to there aid and he would note all marks of every lord who was sending provision of this army so that they be punished for there actions at that he sat at his counting table in his bed chamber and had his apothicary look at his wound and then had it corterised wulfscyld barly flinched at the burning of his flesh for the following day was on his mind and that was all he could think of in the mist of astonishment from his care giver and his captains who seen him be burnt but not a noticable flinch from there lord wulfscyld spoke for glory un to use for tomarrow shall hell begin for the scotts let us rest my men for we nee not worry for god is with us today and all days to come and with that all left wulfscyld to himself in his chambers he laied his head to his bed and drifted to a calm deep sleep.
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Post by Sir Didymous LaRoth on Sept 13, 2011 13:06:27 GMT -5
(After Sir John chimed in, Andrew, the squire of Didymous, brought in an exhausted rider that bore news from Tweed Castle. Sir Didymous ordered Andrew to read it aloud to the assembly since the rider could hardly catch his breath. Once read, Sir Didymous sent Andrew to procure some provision and rest for the rider. Didymous turned and addressed the council.)
"Well then, it seems m'good lords that there 'ere is nary an option. The Scotch be pressing in afore the invitation. I schall 'ave me men spread word of our plans for Iohaness that the Scotch should move on 'unte castle. Sir John, thou knowest thy lot, but see also that thy man in Karloff Hall safeguards the provision sent of Wulfscyld. Ye all 'ere know thy part, and pray thee that thou do them well. I schall from 'ere see that all o' our feilds are cleaned as best we can and the rest be razed that we should not provision their forces. Now we schall 'ave use of our store 'ouses that I were mocked for 'stablishin'. I would hat most of the live stock also be moved to the south that they can take them not. So then, for the Kingdom of Edward we now fight. Go ye now, for we 'ave much to do and less time to see it done."
(Sir didymous left the council chambers and made straight for the garden to the southern wall of Northfeld. There he met with the Dae Latitia and her sister.) "M'wife, if I may call thee from thy leisure, I have some need of thee." "Aye M'lord." She said with a sweet yet anxious voice. Didymous began, "Our friend Wulfscyld is waring in the north and is safe, but worried of thy sister, 'is wife. Pray, take ye both some time apart from the others and send 'im some word that 'e maght 'ave some comfort of mind." "As ye would m'lord." She replied with a curious look on her face. She always tried to read him, but was never sure of how accurate she was in the end. "Further more" he continued, "I must make ready for our forces move to 'unte castle on the morrow. In a short whil I schall call for thee that we my spend some time afore I take leave of Northfeld. Pray you, visit thee the chapel, and light a candle for us; I 'ave not the time."
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Post by Sir Wulfscyld Garmund on Sept 14, 2011 10:47:04 GMT -5
It was dawn of the second morning since Sir Wulfscyld's provisions and men left Tweed castle and he now make a small earth works for some defense of his lands he was preparing to harrass the scottish caravans that resupplyed the scottish army. Wulfscyld preped him a small force of 25 men on foot and he himself took to foot himself for stealth reasons he wanted to see for himself the full measure of this army for he hadn't heard from his spy yet and his scouts had reported the annexing of his castle of Tweed. He began to ponder weather his rider made it to northfled and if his lord had made the walls of hunt secure and if he should assile his enemy from the rear in last ditch effort to exsponge them from the land, but he knew that would be futile and all his men would perish in such a tactic and was folling his lords orders the best he may. Later in the morning Sir Wulfscyld finally gained a look from afar of the Great Castle Tweed and seen the scottish atop it's walls. He began to feel a fire in his heart but tried to quench it for he wanted to assile his castle and take it back for the inbread dogs that were inhabiting it. He spoke to the scout that had watched the scottish hord the most "my most trusted of my scouts how many scotts take refuge in my castle". The scout replied with a very upfront awnser of his faling to know that Wulfscyld tried to keep himself in line and not to have the want to strick his man but instead of giving him his hand he gave him a order " My scout i need that knowledge and without We can not persue taking our home back!" his voice echoed loaudly from the hill they were set looking over the castle and at that moment one of his other men at arms said in a frantic voice "my lord they have herd us and ride fast this way!" Sir wulfscyld knew they couldn't defend them selves from the numbers riding there way so he lead his men to the river quickly for there was much brush that lay at its bottoms and he and his men hid amonge the rocks and brush till the scottish horses left and that evening he and his small band made way back to there small fort. On arrival sir Wulfscyld gained a rider to send to hunt castle with a note for his lord stating that the great army already was makng way for he did not see them there at the castle and the road from his scout words look hevaly travled toward hunt castle. Wulfscyld also made fit that he would give to his lord his word that he would keep as much provison from the enemy as possible and that the next day would be the start of his campainge to take and use all the provisons that the scotts sent to there main army.
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Post by Sir Wulfscyld Garmund on Oct 2, 2011 10:41:11 GMT -5
My lord sir Didymous it has been many days since i heard from you and our allies i need word of your safty and the current situation we are in have kept true i been slaying reinforcments for the scottish army and have took all wagons that go to their aid my castle tweed will soon fall back into my hands for the scotts there have been with out provision for days my spy has been hung from the walls of tweed he had been cought trying to leave the castle to seek me out and tell me of the armies plans how ever many differnt marks of lords of scottland have been found by me the most disturbing is the most powerful of them the robert bruce he has knight among the army that besiges you at hunt castle i pray for your safty my lord and my we win this campainge aginst these peoples that call them selves the rightful rulers of scottland send my rider swiftly back to my fort with workd of your current standing and he also carries to you the proof for the marks found among the aid to the army that besiges my god be with you my lord.
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Post by Sir Didymous LaRoth on Oct 10, 2011 23:11:33 GMT -5
Through many attacks by the hands of Sir John's men the Scottish advance made it's way toward Hunte Castle. The riders being sent to the allies of Sir Didymous have been mostly slain, the Scotch are taking no chances. Fortunately, they have assumed that the lord of Karloff hall is safely at his home. They know not that they are passing him by in Eastquarry. Sir Johns pickets are set in line that they may send word to the main camp by signal. So no riders need leave the castle to initiate the movement of Sir John's troops. The enemy is now setting camp to the north of the castle, and the men stationed in the woods are quietly taking their position, for just before the dawn, they attack.
This is the calm before the storm.
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