Battle at Harkon Manor

Slightly intrigued as to what the purpose of bringing up this death could amount to, if only slightly, and waiting for something from the master strategist, Certainly if you can provide some logical purpose to this death story, it is worth hearing. However, if you cannot, perhaps our Mistress of Strategy has something to bring up. Still waiting for the real work to begin on this planning session, the emotion seems to be heating up from the more volatile members of this group, and it is becoming difficult to remain calm and impassive.
 

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Trinham is embarrassed that his disclosure has started people bickering, so he tries to calm the situation. "Well I'm not a strategist so I can't tell what's important and what isn't. But as Lord Vance considers this book to be relevant, I wondered if his father's death is also relevant. That is of course up to his lordship to decide."
 

Marko, Babysitting an Elf

Elsewhere...

Surrounded! Just great...

"Sorry Claude but not this time. Besides, I think they understand what your about to do. Best to give them what they want before we see who the faster shot is."

Marko slowly slung his shield over his shoulder and raised his hands. He politely stalked over to their elven prisoner and guided him down from the horse. Careful not to impose on Claude's accuracy as he did so. It didn't help that the Paladin was using a certain bow either. Marko sighed and released the prisoner's bonds with a frowning expression. He hoped for a show of good faith as he pushed the elf towards his companions but wouldn't be surprised when he got none.

He couldn't see a trade going anywhere. Eight elves had shown themselves but he didn't want to even guess at more of them showing up down the road. Maybe if Trinham and Lora had been here, they wouldn't have walked into a trap so easily.

He knew Claude wanted the elf as a bargaining chip too. That wouldn't have worked. The elf would just have yelled "shoot", sacrificed himself, and there would be four dead bodies on this road tonight. Marko couldn't have that. Call it the Paladin in him. Whatever, he just hoped Claude would understand and forgive him...
 
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On the road...

The elf burst towards the others after it is freed. {{Tas'li ris guilus! a'viak ti ju' fendoli."}}

The three men watch as the elf whispers something and starts to pull on one of the bowman's arms, if as if he wants to lead them away. The ambusher looks confused for a moment, and then snaps one word {{Wiyle'w}} and the eight ambushers plus the former prisoner disappear back into the forest leaving the three men standing in the road there mouths agape.
 

At the Library...

"This is not what we need," Vance says a little disgusted. He starts to thrown the pages down but a quick CAW! CAW! from the crow halts him. Instead he flips the papers back to the page they were on when he got them, and walks over to Skazul.

Trinham steps up and speaks and Vance just shakes his head, as the others comment and Trinham again makes reference to his father's death he leans down on his heels beside Skazul. "My father was assassinated by Reygur diplomats, that were here supposibly to attempt negotations with the Nandirly. I don't see how this has anything to do with the Treylor being here. Though my brother has different views on the matter."

Handing the manuscript back to Skazul (who seems obvious to the fact), Vance asks the older man. "Skazul, do you know anything about Treylorian battletactics or heard of how they fight?"

Skazul looks puzzled a moment and then his eyes grow wide in surprise. "The Treylor? I have some notes here, somewhere." he starts to look about. "Can't seem to find them, what is it you wish to know? Did you defeat the hydra? It's all in the heads boy, the heads." he says tapping his own as he speaks.

"The Treylor battletactics Skazul," Vance says patiently. "Hmm... oh yes. Well the Treylor fight like, um... that is to say..." he scratches his head and starts to think for several minutes, Vance just waits patiently.

"Well I don't really know, no one has ever seen them fight." The old man replies noticing the elven history notes in his lap he puts them under a small stack of other books.

Vance stands up and pats the old man's shoulder. "Fair enough, fair enough Skazul thank you." he says turning towards the others.

"Lord Kyras, we will find the ground you spoke of, I think I saw a place this morning. As for reserves we have none at the moment do any of you know when Lord Bairan and his army will arrive?"
 

The Skazul is turning out to be about as useful as his library, and the planning still going nowhere fast, however with nothing else to add all I can do is wait for someone with something of value to say to bring it up. Mentally all that is available to do is sort through potential spells to prepare for the upcoming battle.

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Knowledge(history) (1d20+7=24)
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It had taken every ounce of restraint on Lora's part not to react to Trinahm's praise, nor to this Lurik fellows' remark. Inside, she felt quite happy that the Sorcerer had acknowledged her worth without anyone imposing it, and had voiced it now. She would even let the remark of "despite being female" slip. This time.

Emotions hindered her mind, and she couldn't just think or feel, it was always both and that really annoyed Lora. Carefully, the girl tried to calm herself down and revise the plan. She also tried to remmeber anything useful she had heard of the Treylor.

In the mean time, she gave a quick nod and a sparkling eye to Trinham, and spoke. "Lurik's plan of hydra eating elf, elf killing hydra, while we stand to the side and do some knitting sounds good, if we could actually make it work. However, in reality, I am loathe to bet our success on the off chance that such a simple minded creature as the hydra would prove obedient and thus useful."

Lora took a breath and rubbed her temples, looking around the room. There was some paper and a quill and ink bottle nearby. The girl carefully cleared a table, removing some dusty accounting tomes and handing them over to Jareth without looking, him simply being in the closest proximity at the moment.

"I haven't had the time to inspect Harkon Manor fully, hence my original suggestion and Vance's remark that it was flawed. I had thought that the water and bridge would indeed isolate the keep properly here - the girl began drawing a scetch of the manor to the best of her ability, as she had seen only the front and was now in a hurry. - however unless high tide is comming tonight, it seems the water is shallow enough to be crossed on foot, or at least that is what Lord Valorn said. This - she splotted a thick black line to emphasize her point. - is what Vannce said to be a weak point in the wall that could be easily overrun. I want to know if we can plant stakes or wagons there so that we can block it off..."

With some humming and a furrowed brow the girl threw down some more lines, and soon there was a crude map of the manor and it's surroundings before them. She gestured the others to gather around, and continued.

"Now, here is what we know - we cannot fight them man for man, as they are numerically supperior. - Lora cleared her throat as she scribbled the point over on another piece of paper. It helped her concentration when she wrote facts down. - We cannot win via ranged combat unless we have a tremendeous advantage such as battlements or towers and siege engines. A simple hilltop will be insufficient as the Elves have proven to be supperior archers. We cannot let them advance on the manor as that would ensure civilan casualties."

Lora thought for a moment, unknowingly placing an ink smudge on her white cheek as she concentrated. There was a book she had read, written by a famous tactitian some several thousand years ago. The tactics described there still held true to this day.

"The art of war, is governed by five constant factors, to be taken into account in one's deliberations, when seeking to determine the conditions obtaining in the field. These are: The Moral Law; Heaven; Earth; The Commander; Method and discipline." The girl quoted from memory, as she wrote down each point.

"I am sure to our own, we hold the moral law. We are fighting for survival and the defense of these people's homes and land. Heaven signifies night and day, cold and heat, times and the seasons. To this i say we are at a disadvantage should nightfall come, as Vance already observed. On the other hand, should it rain or should a strong wind come, archery would be greatly disadvantegous. A good downpour will render their bows unusable, and a favorable breeze coming from the sea will shorten the range of their weapons. Fortunately, there is always a seabreaze during the day, so we will be at a double advantage if we fight close to the manor grounds during daytime, and at a double disadvantage should we let them come at night, with land breeze aiding their shots."

Lora spoke quickly, as her brain worked on several levels at the same time, thinking and plotting. "Moving fowrard, Earth is the aformetioned terrain and country advantage. We could sieze that, but I would say that it be better to lure the Elves into entangling ground or rugged terrain, so that they cannot hit and run or take cover, and we can ride them down. We have the advantage of local knowledge and guides, perhaps a shepherd who has traversed the nearby countriside would prove useful in this manner."

Lora looked around with a darting stare but continued talking and writing.

"The commander - we do not know the enemy, which is to our disadvantage. It is safe to assume however, that he is a captain at most, as this is a mobile raiding party. Vance spearheading the attack will be good for morale, but the real tactics are formed here. I'd say we have the advantage as far as command comes, between our combined effords and Vance's leadership. Lastly, we get to Method and discipline, and this is where we are lacking, as the Treylor seem highly disciplined and drilled soldiers, while we are only several horsemen, a milita rabble and peasants with pitchforks. Not to mention we are far inferior in number and lack good composition. This is a definite disadvantage."

Lora paused, she had been talking for a good while now, and was not certain how the others would stomach her monologue. She also needed some time to put the factors together and come out with the best strategy. The map and the list helped her greatly in this task.

"There is a way to ensure our position is not assaulted - we hit something they are compelled to defend. We just have to strike where they do not expect us. Lighting their tents on fire could work, but we will need some Alchemist’s Fire to do so effectively and quickly..." Lora's voice trailed off as she bit her lip and began planning several moves ahead, for several different plans.

[sblock]Sorry for the long post, i have been away :) However, i did re-read Sun Tzu's "The Art of War" while on vacation, so i thought i'd use it here.

Lora's relevant rolls: Knowledge: History (20), Nobility and Royalty (17), Local (13) - fixed, added the correct +11 bonus.

Craft: Drawing (22) - for the map. - same fix as above[/sblock]
 
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Jareth scowls and sets the books aside, not giving a damn about Skazul’s “order” or the stupid raven. “I think we’re forgetting something.,” he says, looking at everyone in the room and ending on Vance. “Exactly how many fighting men do we have at our disposal? Guards, men-at-arms, militia, horsemen? Before we start to plan out anything else, we must know our own resources. It’s no good plotting a good attack plan and finding out we don’t have the manpower to carry it through to the end. So, milord Valorn, what numbers are available? And could Skazul or Brend or any other person in Harkon use magic to aid us?”
 

"Thirty men in the village, twenty men at arms and ten for Vance and his entourage. And us, minus that... - Lora mumbled something to herself. - Aidan who disappeared on us." The girl replied without lifting her gaze from the map and her writings - she had already committed the numbers to memory. She was frustrated with Aidan's disappearance - the lad was the closest thing she had to a friend amongst these men.

"The Elves are ten score by estimate of Vance's scout."
That last bit of information Lora spoke with an angry tone - the odds seemed horrible at the moment.

[sblock]Score = 20, ten score = 200[/sblock]
 

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