Battle at Harkon Manor

[ghostcat]

Mogins

While his master was panicking over triviality, Mogins was pursuing his favourite past time. Roaming all over the manor he was having fun caching furry animals. In fact the baron and Vance would be shocked just how many he actually found. Although tempted to give Vance and his master a couple of rats each for dinner, he could tell his master would not be too pleased if he tried. While this would not normally have stopped him, there were limits to what he could get away with in winding his master up and this would definitely overstep these bounds. However, when his master started eating what was obviously a banquet that was the final straw. Ignoring his master's last admonition, Mogins heads to the manor's kitchen. Now that the meal had been served, the cooks were having a short breather and a bite to eat. Cat sixth sensing on full alert, Mogins selects one of the under-cooks who he believes is a cat lover. First he rubs around his legs then he jumps on his lap, purring loudly. Mogin's judgement having been sound, the under-cook starts stoking him and feeding him bits of chicken. Still purring, Mogins curls up on his knee and relaxes, enjoying the attention.

 

[ghostcat]

Trinham

Trinham is preparing to answer the baron, going over in his mind exactly what he is going to say. However, he still feels he is the least important person there, so is waiting until all the others have responded. Then things start to go down hill fast, resulting in the baron stalking off.

The baron's behaviour seems decidedly odd to Trinham. Trinham knows that he is not very intelligent but he believes that he does know people. The baron is supposed to be a leader. He should have listen to what everyone has to say and them firmly tell them is decision. Instead he stalked off in a sulk. The most likely explanation is that the baron just is not suited for rule. However, Trinham recalls that people have been saying how the baron appears to have aged since he assumed the title. Also, he appears to be in ill health. Trinham is starting to wonder if the baron has been espelled or maybe poisoned. Not wanting to make a fool of himself, he keeps his idea to himself, for now, but wants to see if he can speak to Lora alone later.

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth looks on in hidden surprise at the exchange between Vance and his brother. His face creases into another frown as the argument goes on. After the baron leaves the table, Jareth looks first to Vance and then to Claude. "If you want to appease your brother, I suggest you give me command over part of the militia. I don't want it, but I'll do it," the young man says flatly.

[sblock=OOC to Deskjob]

Then Jareth. Stubborn, resistant, and evidently Treylor himself.

Um... Treylor are Elves. I'm full-blooded Human. Might want to revise your thinking.
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[Deskjob]

Marko, Defense of a Castle

Jaw tight and arms resting firmly upon the table, Marko nodded to Claude's remarks. His eyes again passed to Jareth with mild curiosity. Both he judged could probably lead a militia. There is always a first time for everything. Of course, they probably wouldn't gain anything from it. This battle would not increase either man in titles, land, or property. It might even get them killed. So, the shoemaker considered it a brave offer indeed to formally accept standing at the front. It usually meant formally accept your own mortality.

The dark-haired man sighed and dismissed himself. He held no bond of service to any man present and could leave without permission. Marko found a servant and inquired about a room prepared? There was one set aside for the strangers on the grounds and he took note of it. Sleep would not come easily he feared.

He desired greatly to assist the workmen outside the keep but thought better of it. He was not dressed appropriate and tiring already. Best to retire to his own preparations. Marko would look to his own equipment, prep it, and set it aside. With no servant to acquire after his horse, he would do so also. It was to be a busy night for them all...

 

[Gondsman]

Boredom of the caster

From the sounds of things, Lurik has been nominated to join the group heading off to save the day. While he disproves of the plan he really has no place to argue and has already been dismissed once when trying to argue against the Entitled noble kin.

During the discussion, Cogs sneaks his way in and climbs up onto Lurik's shoulder. Lurik can tell by his companion's mood that he's recently eaten but is still mildly upset at not finding any prairie dogs, his favorite repast, and having to settle for vermin. To settle the poor fellow, Lurik feeds him some cheese he saved from the meal, the one Human food that the critter seemed to enjoy.

For the most part Lurik simply sits, listens, watches, prepares. eventually Cogs gets bored and leaves again.

 

[HolyMan]

"Thank you Lord Grignard, I knew you would do your duty." Vance says putting a friendly hand on Claude's shoulder before returning to the map.

"And you have a point Lord Kyras," he says looking up. "Maybe a few under-lieutenants are needed." He takes out three small wooden blocks one a little large than the other two. The largest he places in the middle of the of the unforested "U" of the map and says, "Villiagers." he then places the two smaller pieces on the right and left of the larger one. "Half the men-at-arms each."

"I will have Robert command on set of the men-at-arms, they will need his bow. And if you Lord Kyras would take charge of the other group, that would free Kase up to join me."

He moves the pieces so the are touching in a spread out " \ _ / " shape.

"Also I will have Brend, Skazul, and Onesimus with me. We will wait till the Treylor start to advance, and then head out and around to engage their rear. All you need do is hold the barricades till we are done."

[sblock=OOC] Those \ and / are more 45 degrees than they look there. [/sblock]

 

[Gondsman]

Lurik mulls over the strategy, somewhat surprised and relieved that he wasn't expected to participate in the risky move to chop off the head of the army, at the same time, facing down that horde of elves wasn't a particularly pleasing prospect.

Given this plan, I would request to use the creation scroll to erect a barrier to provide a little cover for myself and any others who will be keeping their distance while attacking, I should be able to create a 2 inch thick wooden wall 2.4 feet tall by 20ft wide. Given the elven propensity for bow work and likelihood of them targeting us support archers, the cure scroll could also be useful, and potentially the regroup, in case anyone gets caught up in the horde and needs a quick trip back to the protection of the line.

I would suggest that the heal mount scroll be given to any paladin's should any be present, particularly if they intend to ride into battle, and the rest of the offensive spells be given to any arcane casters who expect to be closer to the front lines.



[sblock]Scrolls-
a)cure light wounds (1d8+5)
b)heal mount
c)color spray (DC 15)
d)regroup - range 45'
e)rainbow pattern (DC 18)
f)minor creation cstrlvl-8

potion: undetectable alignment[/sblock]

 

[Frozen Messiah]

I would suggest that the heal mount scroll be given to any paladin's should any be present, particularly if they intend to ride into battle

Claude looks at the wizard and chuckles a bit. "Mon ami, Je suis un paladin. I do not think that we have met, mon nom est Claude Francois Grignard. I do intend to ride Tobias, my mount, but I shall be staying near to the group. My point is to bolster and defeat opponents of merit but the scroll would be greatly helpful, merci." Claude says with a nod and a pleaseant smile

 

[Myth and Legend]

Lora had been keeping silent this whole time - something very rare for her. She refused to admit that she had waited for the old barron and his morbid personal guard to leave. She had put on a simple gray and green dress, carefully tending to her wound despite her ineptitude at the task, so that at least it did not bloody the fresh garment. After all the commotion had passed, the girl raised her voice in between sips of water. "Too many captains, commanders, leaders and leutenants and too little men is what i see. First, we must make sure that the defenders will survive long enough for Vance's gambit to work. Hence our wooden barricades must be covered with fresh animal pelts turned with the bloodied side towards the enemy, least our cover is set aflame by burning arrows which they undoubtedly posses."

The girl paused and sulked at all the wine being consumed tonight - this was no time for intulging in liqour. "We also need good scouts to ensure we are not flanked and massacred by melee inclined Elves. We have a hard enough time spotting them in the woods as it is. A signal would also be required - when you assault we must know of your sucess or failure. Holding the ground for longer than it is required will be foolishenss. Perhaps Skazul can cast something to alert us."

 

[Gondsman]

Strategic Fantasy

Lurik merely nods in response to Claude's introduction as the diminutive Lora begins her usual tirade of fantasy.


A mixture of a smile and a groan occupy the mind of the dual caster as she goes on about all the accomodations she wishes to be given. Never even in the nobility had he met a more demanding female, And you wish to slaughter all these animals, which I'm sure you have to provide, yourself? I beg pardon but isn't it more effective at this juncture to focus on what we can do ourselves? All I hear from you is what you expect of others, all of which are good ideas, but what contribution do your specifically expect to make in the coming battle so we can plan to work with you and not around you?