Grr... Forgot to send a couple. Chronologically, these two belong before Urtagoths previous message.
Roleplay from Hadron Indirik (2 days, 22 hours ago)
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Somewhere on the slopes of Mt. Black Nastrond...
Hadron was bored. This mountain was the bane of his existence. It seemed like no matter where he wanted to go, the damn thing was in his way. Just as he was sure he was going to go insane, the line of troopers came to a stop. Since he wasn't really paying attention to anything, he had no idea what was going on. He quickly looked around, trying to figure it out before it became obvious that he had been daydreaming. Galbrecht was galloping back along the trail toward him.
"Ah, Galbrecht, are we there already?"
Galbrecht gave him a strange look. "No, m'Lord, we are not. A messenger from Nifelhold brings news, and a letter from Ordermarshal Helm himself. The Lurians have landed two expeditionary forces on our lands. One in Valldir, and one in Corlandt."
"Valldir?! But... that's on the northern shore! How did the Lurians get there?"
Galbrecht gave him a second strange look. "I assume by ship, m'Lord."
"But... that's near Storm's Keep. That's where I sent Lord Urtagoth! We have to hurry. We have to get there as quick as possible!"
"No, m'Lord, we cannot. The letter from Ordermarshal Helm contains orders for all Morekian nobles to rally in Nifelhold."
"But if the Lurians move down into Torrent's Breath, he'll be cut off and trapped in Storm's Keep."
"Aye, m'Lord, that he will. But there is nothing we can do about it. The messenger's will have reached Lord Urtagoth with news of the landing, and Ordermarshal Helm's orders. He should be traveling back toward the capital himself, as quickly as he can. Perhaps he can take ship from Storm's Keep over to Rye. Or at the least, the stronghold has stout walls."
"That is true, Galbrecht. Well, we had better get on the path to Nifelhold ourselves. We have our orders."
"At once, m'Lord."
Roleplay from Hadron Indirik (2 hours, 48 minutes ago)
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Somewhere in Mt. Black Nastrond...
Hadron was riding through the impromptu encampment that had sprung up on the slopes of The Mountain. The current irritation in his life was the disappearance of the scout that was supposed to have been reporting on the troop buildup, as requested by the Ordermarshal. He'd finally given up and sent a second scout, but he hadn't forgotten about that deserter.
As he rode along, absorbed in his own thoughts, Galbrecht suddenly gave a shout. "Lord Hadron, look over there! Isn't that the banner of the Holy Inquisition?"
It took Hadron a moment to figure out what Galbrecht was talking about. He'd all but forgotten that his own troop was flying the banner of the Holy Inquisition, too. He'd been flying it partly as a protest against the Imperial Wolves, but mostly just to have a banner to fly. The white field crossed by the vertical black stripe was quite striking. Simple and clean, as a banner should be.
"Who is it, Galbrecht? Can you tell who's pennant that is below it?"
Galbrecht spurred his horse on, and galloped ahead a short distance. Then he turned and called out "It's Sir Urtagoth!"
Hadron was immensely relieved. He'd been wondering whether Urtagoth had been able to skirt around the Lurians and make it back from Storm's Keep. "Quick, Galbrecth, go and catch him! Let him know we're here!"
Galbrecht knodded, then rushed off in the direction of Urtagoth's pennant.