The morning gives those that volunteered to pursue Cuthbert time to rest, prepare, and eat. Arddur is given command of the party as it forms, Tathal and Morien...
... dungeon ... As the war party is nearly assembled, Donngal arrives, stifling a yawn. Gone are his travelling clothes; now he comes bedecked in leathers,...
... the ... Arrdur. ... Arrdur looks the Donngal up and down, then extends his hand saying, "An extra lad is always welcome. But if you go with us now, ye'll...
... Tathal gives Donngal an approving look at the sentament and then swings up onto his horse after ajusting the saddle a bit. He carries a spear and a sword...
... Morien gives the horses a suspicious glance, but will get on one, assuming one is loaned to him from the Lord's stables... He is armed with his Axe and...
... the ... harm ... will ... hunting ... When Aelfric spots Cuthbert he bites hard on his lip. He shows Sir Bege respect by remaining quiet while he speaks....
... to ... Morien ... dungeon ... along ... Aelfric spends the morning in the church seeking guidance from God. He abstains from food and interrupts his prayer...
... to ... Morien ... dungeon ... along ... Aelfric spends the morning in the church seeking guidance from God. He abstains from food and interrupts his prayer...
... public. ... To his credit Cuthbert does not flinch at Aelfric's words. Yet he can manage no better response then to spit back at Aelfric. Some of the...
... now, ... Donngal considers a moment, then nods solemnly. "I owe his lordship as much for his help in regaining me brother. If he'll grant us both his...
The party has formed, each on a horse of their own or from the stables of du Plain. The horses will carry them in their pursuit of Cuthbert. If it comes to...
... ooc: Have we any bows in our party? How far is it from the rise to the ford? How thick is the brush on top of the rise? I'm assuming the rise is a bit...
... Tathal watches in astonishment. Taking on a Saxon vassel? He's never heard of anything like that before and turns to Morien "What is Sir Bege thinking? Can...
... Tathal turns from watching Bege and the Saxon to laugh at the words "When we're finished with this hunt we'll have to test that claim out won't we" ...
... Morien's jaw is set as he looks upon the ceremony. "My lord has accepted the Saxon as one of his men. It is not my place to question my lord's judgement."...
... No one brought any to my knowledge. ... Say about 100 paces. The ford 30 to 50 paces wide, swollen from the rain. ... Farly thick down to within 10 paces...
... May ... Donngal studies the land intently for a few minutes. Then, turning to Arrdur, says in a low voice, "'Tis a shame we have not a bow among us. To...
... among ... meet ... "Oh aye! If they'd only grace us with a visit. But they're done visiting to my mind. Got what they want this time they did. And if ...
... turning ... Saxon ... if ... and ... have ... it ... `Arrdur, you are the leader and I will go with what you decide.' Aelfric address the rest of the group...
... Morien growls softly. "As much as it pains me to admit it, the Saxon has a point. I'd rather not try to cross that ford wearing armor... Nor do I relish...
Arrdur looks at Aelfric and Morien with a smirk, "And here I thought you two didn't like each other. But I like the idea well too. We'll wait for that lot to...
... Morien grimaces at Arddur's words. "We don't." he states, resisting an urge to spit to the ground. ... Morien says to Arddur. "Let me take care of their...
... thought ... We'll ... resisting an ... 'No. He dislikes me,' Aelfric grunts.' Personally I'm indifferent towards him.' ... Aelfric pushes forward and slips...
... Tathal closes his hand around his sword hilt and draws it softly, laughing quietly as he does. His eyes flash with eagerness to do battle and to drive back...
... Tathal looks disapointed with the order but does not question it, instead settling back to wait for the command to advance ... Tathal draws his sword,...
Your line has sorted itself out to: Guarie, Pascentius, Rhys, Tathal, Morien, Arrdur, ^ Aelfric, Donngal, Dwyai, Seriol, Padern At Morien's call Arrdur shifts...
... deeply ... knife. ... again. Perhaps include them as text in the message.] Donngal spits a curse at the Saxon before him, fueled by the pain of the wound...
... Padern ... his ... recognition, ... a ... cuts ... to ... Aelfric steps away from the fallen Saxon cursing himself for letting the man trough his defences....
... Tathal laughs mockingly as the axe breaks, easily ducking the thrown handle and then continues to battle his enemy, bringing his sword down in mighty...
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