The Camp of the Dawn (IC)

The Boar gives a quick nod to Sir Fabien before the man returns to his own people, the action speaking a thousand words. He then disappears into the tent once again, and moments later another pigeon takes to the skies, flying fast for the north.

Belethor is practicing his sword play and fighting techniques in a crudely constructed training ground when he spots Sir Fabien leaving Boar's tent and hurries over to him.

"Sir Fabien is there a plan as to what we are going to do now with the Griffins leaving? If so what is it? Please tell me we aren't about to give up on these treacherous Red Dawn "Knights" just because Sir Darlion says he can't help."

Sir Fabien walks over to Belethor.

"Of course we have a plan Belethor. We were going to attack the Red dawn long before the Griffon's arrived, and we still are. You should have more faith in Sir Aranor."

As you say, your grace, Fitzmerwill responded, obviously trying to sound respectful.

He slightly bowed and left the tent to see whether the smith had already finished his work.

In fact the device was already completed and Fitzmerwill took at along to the command tent, having thanked the smith for his good work.

At the tent he presented the metal cone to Aranor.

This might help amplifying your voice, Lord Aranor. The Lord Constable used a makeshift version of this device at Stormcliff Cove to great effect. It helped to make the mass of the enemy infantry surrender after the warrior-women had fallen.

Sir Aranor takes the cone.

"Many thanks Captain. You are a good example of the spirit of ingenuity that the Silvermists are famous for."

Sir Aranor faces his lieutenants, captains, and friends.

"Brothers. The Griffins have left yes, but the Dragons are staying. Mastifus has pledged his forces to remain here to aid us. The Griffons have also decided to leave their siege engineers for our engines. I know some of you are slightly anxious about the number of enemies we face. But fret not. The city of Javiksholm has the normal garrison of around 500 men. about 120 of those 500 are actually true soldiers, while the rest are mostly militia and levies. If we take into account of the purges that the Red Dawn has made, we can lower the number of 500 to about a little more than 350. Of those 350 soldiers, how many are actually willing to fight to the death? They fight out of fear."

Sir Aranor shows them the device.

"With this voice-amplifying device, I can project my voice out to the populace of the city. When the garrison and the people see that we have come to rescue them, I can almost guarentee that the militia not fighting with the Red Dawn directly at their backs will drop their weapons. When they see Pendor's finest riding through the gates and over the walls, they will cower."

"Men, we siege the city at Dawn. Some of you may have noticed the extra soldiers coming in. Those 200 men that I have requested from our holdings will hopefully make up the difference of the Griffins."

"Merzinas, you will try your ruse at Dawn as planned. Remember that the men you lead are squires and men-at-arms, do not throw their lives away. Make sure to grab their attention while the Dragons and the militia wheel up with the battering ram.

He looks to Fabien

"Fabien, you shall go with Merzinas. Take your squire too. Without Darlion we need a commander over there."

Aranor looks to Fitzmerwill.

"Fitzmerwill, after you perform your feint near the southern gate, you'll run up to our main gate as planned before. But this time, you'll leave the militia alongside the dragons at the south to keep the enemy divided."

Aranor's eyes skim over the map.

"When we have the Rangers with the main force. We shall give the order to charge. The Wyverns shall be put under Blaze's command. Then Blaze shall charge with the Gauntlets, while the militia wheel up the siege weapons and the Rangers provide ranged support. Then, when the walls have been captured, Blaze shall secure the entry plaza and gatehouse, with the Gauntlets providing ranged support. The Silvermists shall then run to the walls to relieve the Gauntlets. When the gate opens, the main force will charge into the city."

"Fabien, when you and the dragons have broken into the city from the north. Keep hold on the walls and the district. You need to distract them however you can."

"When the main force has entered the city, I shall use this device to tell the populace we have come to liberate them."

"Any questions?"

"How much of Redswords head do you want on the pike."

Sir Aranor's face darkens and he looks down onto the map. He taps his finger a few times on the table.

He looks up into Merzinas's eyes.

"If he remains alive by the end of this siege, we are dragging him to Sarleon for trial. My main concern is to make sure that Vigdus Bloodsword doesn't inherit Javiksholm. If he does, then all of this would have been for naught. But, if Redsword does attack one of you, kill him. Then, we burn his body for the city to see."

"As for the bishop and Tenorio.. kill Tenorio, keep the bishop alive. Sever his arms and break his legs if you have too. Keep him alive."

Wolfarmin walked into the tent with his right hand on his hip, his chest poked out, and a excited smile on his face.

"I like the sound of that" , slaping Merzinas on the back two times then sitting on on a wooden chair

Thaddeus limps into the tent

"Laralthir is dead, Sir fancy-pants Gregory Herlin told me himself, I want that bastard's helmet."

Sir Aranor raises his hand to his face.

"I sensed it when I didn't see him come back with the rest of the prisoners."

Sir Aranor looks to Thaddeus

"If you can claim it, it's yours. Are you sure you can fight with that limp?"

"I'll be fine, can't say much for the other prisoners, they'll be out for some time."

Thaddeus tilts his head

"I do have a question, what was the purpose of that mission?"

Aranor was silent for a little bit.

"We sent you in there for some candy!" Aranor exclaimed.

"You were the co-leader of this operation and yet you don't even know why it even happened? We sent you in to infiltrate that damn city. We sent you in to gauge the Red Dawn, and to secure the gate during the night. Did you not do your job? Did Laralthir not tell you to keep a low profile and scout the city?"

Aranor waves his hand

"I don't want to hear anything right now. I just want to get this dreadful affair over with."

"Someone ratted us out, someone who knew exactly who we were"

Thaddeus limps to the exit.

"Do not expect any more special favors from the Gauntlets, my forces will assist you with the siege and then I will withdraw. If there is a spy amongst your ranks, I won't have anything to do with it."

Thaddeus limps out of view

Aranor looks up.

Thank you for your sacrifice. When we find the traitor, we'll send his head to Ethos.

What weapons do the new dawn ships possess?

Also, so what, they just leave? Does that mean they will be an order in pop4?

coming to break the siege methinks

Not to break the siege, just to reinforce it.

If they were coming to break it, then they would have just charged south as mounted combat is their advantage.

Ana Sulran approached the camp at a brisk pace, riding her white warhorse and wearing her silver-painted light plate. The sun's light, combined with the cloth of gold cloak over her shoulder, gave her something of an aura. The two men comprising her escort looking all the more poorly equipped in comparison.

Where is the Grandmaster's tent? She asked one man bearing the Dawn emblem.

Upon receiving an answer, she turned her horse and rode in the direction given, hoping to find the Grandmaster still in his tent.

A man approaches Ana, clad in a mail surcoat emblazoned with the Rising Sun.

"Excuse me milady, I am captain John, leader of the Dawn remaining here. The Grandmaster has already left with the army. We are just militia the Grandmaster has left to protect the village of Kulum."

He points towards Javiksholm

"You'll want to go there."

Thaddeus appears in a simple breastplate and clothes, he has an obvious limp as he is helped outside by two knights.

"Who is the commander of the camp currently as of now?"

Captain John approached the limping Gauntlet

That would be me, sir.





OOC: I'll steal Aranor's NPC for now.