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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5140071" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Chapter 13 </span></strong></p><p></p><p> </p><p></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The next two days were a blur. I ran myself ragged trying to consolidate the population of Montfort and prepare for any other barbarian attacks; scouting expeditions so that we could be forewarned of any other barbarian incursions into the Montfort region and a small consolidated force was ever vigilant should Montfort be assaulted again. Thankfully the barbarian threat troubled us no more.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Those brave unfortunates that had fallen to the cruel blades and vicious arrows of our foes were prayed for and dedicated to Laster. He would see to it that they enjoyed their afterlives in Pandemonium. I said a very personal prayer for Valgerd, the captain of my guard, Kerik, my astute tax collector and Hroald, an old family retainer that had worked for my father and had come to Montfort to manage my residence there. All had died in defence of the town that they called home.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I sent riders to Thessingcourt to inform the Baron Mendus of our victory and the situation that had unfolded. Mayor Halkell I dispatched to attempt to convince those Montfortians that had taken their families west before the battle to return to their homes. Whilst I myself set about convincing as many Foeldians to stay here at Montfort and create new lives for themselves. In this endeavour I was marginally successful. Perhaps a hundred and twenty of the forest folk chose to stay and build their homes in the town. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The defences of Montfort were also worked upon. A small tower now stood upon the hill. Once again a fort looked over the town and the surrounding lands.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Somehow in those two days I also managed to establish a small group of townsfolk to act as mercenaries in my employ to assist in the protection of Montfort. They were to be trained, although they had come to my notice through their efforts on the battlefield. There were nine members in all including holy men, magical adepts and of course skilled warriors and trackers. To lead this band I chose a woman. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">She drew herself to my attention during the second assault of the barbarians when, she threw herself into the fray. Her spear stuck one of attackers, felling him, but it was her next action that was remarkable. A comrade of the foe she had slain launched himself at her in a rage and attempted to avenge his friend with one fatal blow. Ingrid crouched to duck the blow, as she did she thrust her left palm into the fellows stomach. On contact there was a terrible flash of flame and her would be killer was catapulted ten feet into the air before crashing, quite dead, on another pair of barbarians. Quite calmly she wrenched her spear out its resting place and suddenly she erupted in a bold cry, “Montfort!”. Those around her were so inspired by her actions they managed to push their line forward into the oncoming horde. My attention was drawn elsewhere after this and I saw her not until just before the barbarians launched their final assault.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I had been preparing the defences and encouraging the troops, a great leader will always personally inspire the men, they draw courage from the sight of their general amongst them, when I saw the same woman from the battle standing atop a small pile of barbarian corpses. She was urging all around her to be prepared for the inevitable charge of the men from the mountain steppes. She spoke passionately of Montfort and its people. There was pride and power in her voice, she commanded people to listen, and even as they did I could sense that they were responding to her impassioned speech. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">She finished her urgings, to a rousing cheer from those assembled, I approached her, keen to learn more about her.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“That was a wonderful speech.” I said softly.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">She turned, flicking her bloodied long wavy hair across her shoulder, to see who it was that addressed her.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">She recognised me, as she should, in an instant. “Thank you milord.” She responded, eyes never wavering their gaze from my own.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">There was a steely resolve about her. Her head was held high, she was no mere peasant. She wore tight leather travelling pants and a hard leather vest laced somewhat revealingly across it’s front. Her clothes were stained with her own blood that had seeped from half a dozen small gashes and those of her foes.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">In fading light of dusk she looked like some sort of warrior queen, proud and beautiful.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“What is your name?” I queried.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Ingrid milord.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Well Ingrid, when this fight is done with, come and see me. I believe that we could have much to discuss.” I said.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Indeed milord?” she responded with a cocked brow.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Indeed.” I replied with a smile as I left her to continue my work.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Ingrid did as I asked. She told me of her love of Montfort and how she wished it to be a true power in Guerney. She envisioned it being a hub for trade along the river, allowing better access to Thessingcourt for all manner of goods, as well as being a gateway to river traffic to Guerney City in the east. Her passion was a breath of fresh air to me, reigniting my own thoughts of restabilising Montfort into so much more than a small hamlet in the middle of a forest.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">We spoke long into the night, before I allowed her to seduce me. I was so very glad that I did.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I said earlier that I had brought together a small group of Montfortians to act as mercenaries to aid the defence of Montfort, in actual fact it was Ingrid that organised everything, awaiting only on my approval of her selected men and one other woman. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">On the third day after the battle I was feeling rather exhausted after yet another late evening with Ingrid and I had chosen to continue to slumber well into the morning. However I did not quite achieve my desired rest.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Milord.” A voice called, stirring me. Then the knocking started, “Milord.” A little more urgently.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Then the pounding started. Too much of Astrid’s Marvelous Mead shared with Ingrid I suspect. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The voice spoke a third time, “Milord. I have news of your sister.”</span></p><p> </p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5140071, member: 46615"] [B][FONT=Arial]Chapter 13 [/FONT][/B] [B][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/B] [FONT=Arial]The next two days were a blur. I ran myself ragged trying to consolidate the population of Montfort and prepare for any other barbarian attacks; scouting expeditions so that we could be forewarned of any other barbarian incursions into the Montfort region and a small consolidated force was ever vigilant should Montfort be assaulted again. Thankfully the barbarian threat troubled us no more.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Those brave unfortunates that had fallen to the cruel blades and vicious arrows of our foes were prayed for and dedicated to Laster. He would see to it that they enjoyed their afterlives in Pandemonium. I said a very personal prayer for Valgerd, the captain of my guard, Kerik, my astute tax collector and Hroald, an old family retainer that had worked for my father and had come to Montfort to manage my residence there. All had died in defence of the town that they called home.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I sent riders to Thessingcourt to inform the Baron Mendus of our victory and the situation that had unfolded. Mayor Halkell I dispatched to attempt to convince those Montfortians that had taken their families west before the battle to return to their homes. Whilst I myself set about convincing as many Foeldians to stay here at Montfort and create new lives for themselves. In this endeavour I was marginally successful. Perhaps a hundred and twenty of the forest folk chose to stay and build their homes in the town. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The defences of Montfort were also worked upon. A small tower now stood upon the hill. Once again a fort looked over the town and the surrounding lands.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Somehow in those two days I also managed to establish a small group of townsfolk to act as mercenaries in my employ to assist in the protection of Montfort. They were to be trained, although they had come to my notice through their efforts on the battlefield. There were nine members in all including holy men, magical adepts and of course skilled warriors and trackers. To lead this band I chose a woman. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]She drew herself to my attention during the second assault of the barbarians when, she threw herself into the fray. Her spear stuck one of attackers, felling him, but it was her next action that was remarkable. A comrade of the foe she had slain launched himself at her in a rage and attempted to avenge his friend with one fatal blow. Ingrid crouched to duck the blow, as she did she thrust her left palm into the fellows stomach. On contact there was a terrible flash of flame and her would be killer was catapulted ten feet into the air before crashing, quite dead, on another pair of barbarians. Quite calmly she wrenched her spear out its resting place and suddenly she erupted in a bold cry, “Montfort!”. Those around her were so inspired by her actions they managed to push their line forward into the oncoming horde. My attention was drawn elsewhere after this and I saw her not until just before the barbarians launched their final assault.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I had been preparing the defences and encouraging the troops, a great leader will always personally inspire the men, they draw courage from the sight of their general amongst them, when I saw the same woman from the battle standing atop a small pile of barbarian corpses. She was urging all around her to be prepared for the inevitable charge of the men from the mountain steppes. She spoke passionately of Montfort and its people. There was pride and power in her voice, she commanded people to listen, and even as they did I could sense that they were responding to her impassioned speech. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]She finished her urgings, to a rousing cheer from those assembled, I approached her, keen to learn more about her.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“That was a wonderful speech.” I said softly.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]She turned, flicking her bloodied long wavy hair across her shoulder, to see who it was that addressed her.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]She recognised me, as she should, in an instant. “Thank you milord.” She responded, eyes never wavering their gaze from my own.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]There was a steely resolve about her. Her head was held high, she was no mere peasant. She wore tight leather travelling pants and a hard leather vest laced somewhat revealingly across it’s front. Her clothes were stained with her own blood that had seeped from half a dozen small gashes and those of her foes.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]In fading light of dusk she looked like some sort of warrior queen, proud and beautiful.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“What is your name?” I queried.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Ingrid milord.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Well Ingrid, when this fight is done with, come and see me. I believe that we could have much to discuss.” I said.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Indeed milord?” she responded with a cocked brow.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Indeed.” I replied with a smile as I left her to continue my work.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Ingrid did as I asked. She told me of her love of Montfort and how she wished it to be a true power in Guerney. She envisioned it being a hub for trade along the river, allowing better access to Thessingcourt for all manner of goods, as well as being a gateway to river traffic to Guerney City in the east. Her passion was a breath of fresh air to me, reigniting my own thoughts of restabilising Montfort into so much more than a small hamlet in the middle of a forest.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]We spoke long into the night, before I allowed her to seduce me. I was so very glad that I did.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I said earlier that I had brought together a small group of Montfortians to act as mercenaries to aid the defence of Montfort, in actual fact it was Ingrid that organised everything, awaiting only on my approval of her selected men and one other woman. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]On the third day after the battle I was feeling rather exhausted after yet another late evening with Ingrid and I had chosen to continue to slumber well into the morning. However I did not quite achieve my desired rest.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Milord.” A voice called, stirring me. Then the knocking started, “Milord.” A little more urgently.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Then the pounding started. Too much of Astrid’s Marvelous Mead shared with Ingrid I suspect. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The voice spoke a third time, “Milord. I have news of your sister.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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