Bordell's Tales, Chapter 1 : Two faces.

[Velmont]

OOC: Yup, just hadn't the time to do it yet.

 

[Jdvn1]

Xavier takes a swing at the man closest to Bellmon, trying to give him space to get up safely. As Bellmon gets up, he hands him his sword. "I believe this is yours."

With Power Attacking...
+6 to hit, 1d8+7 damage

 

[Velmont]

You easily slash Bellmon's last opponent. The blow doesn't seems to put him down, but it leave an oppening for Bellmon who stick his dagger in his leg before standing up. The man fall on the ground. You can see Kriegpire who pierce his last opponent with a sword through the chest and a dagger in the throat. The two opponents on you, see how easily you've dispatch there friends. Both tries to run, but the farmer with the hammer slip on the ground and fall a few meters from you. The other quickly run, leaving his friend to his faith.

 

[Jdvn1]

"Kriegspire, do you have a bow on that horse? Xavier moves to the man on the ground, "If you don't move, we won't have a reason to hurt you."

 

[Velmont]

OOC: You have all the equipement on your character sheet you wanted to carry with you. Over that, the group have some hunting's clothing (one for each), a compete set of survival gear, a survival knife (read dagger, one for each), a longbow with one quiver (one for each), a leather armor (one for each), a ridding light horse (one for each) and two pack horses.

"Y... yy... ye... yes Sir." The man stare at you and look at you nervously.

"Sure! But let the other flee. We have his friend. Let's ask him some questions." Kriegspire sheets his dagger and approach with his sword in his hand. He thrust his blade just between the legs of the man, who jump back a few inch. "Tell us your story. We like stories."

"Ww... We are just poor peasants. Times hard mister. Our lord doesn't help. We wanted to take what he owe us from his men. We thought you were one of them... but.. but none of his hunter fight like you..."

Kriegspire stare at the man, and seems obviously unsatisfied by his story.

 

[Jdvn1]

Xavier glares at the man. "Just because you dont' like your lord doesn't mean you can attack people on the road. You attack people that try to help you? There is obviously more to your story. Speak!"

 

[Velmont]

"There is noting more, I swear, Sir" he replies nervously.

Kriegspire gently shakes his head. "You are not a simple farmer, as you pretend. You've recieved military training. You've been townguard? Soldier? I guess the later, the ambush was made too well. I almost fell in it. So, tell us, why have you attack us?"

"I swear Sir, I told you everything."

With a swift arm move, Kriegspire swing his blade. He aims for the neck. At the last moment, he pull his swing and the man is left with only a small cut on the side of the neck. "Next one, I won't stop my hand. Speak!"

The man is terrorized, and seems unable to speak. He can only fix Kriegspire. The knight take another swing, and the man start to shout. "Nooo!" The blade end his course on the neck, but that time, no blood is shead. The man seems petrified and the steel on his skin seems to make him shiver. "You said something?"

"Weee... wee... were mercenaries... used... to work... in the south... times are hard for us... too much sellsword... time too peacefull... we wanted money... you're horse would have been good loot... not counting what in your packs... that's all... Sir."

"What your name."

"Fabrice Gent, ssir."

Kriegspire wait a moment and tell to the man. "Thievery, assault. I'll make a favor. I'll let you go, so you can tell your friend that you won't repeat that stupid thing you just made. Now, run!"

The man don't wait to be ask twice. He start to run away from you. Kriegspire go back to his horse. It is at that time you see that Bellmon have lost some color.

 

[Jdvn1]

<Strength, but not murder. Is that what Crian would do?> Xavier feels for the bruise on his chest. "Hm, that stung.

He turns to make his way back to the horses. "Kriegspire, what is to the south?"

 

[Velmont]

Kriegspire is packing back the weapons on the pack horses. "To the south? The village where we will pass the night is a few miles south west of here. Taran territories continue for a couple miles south. Over that, it is the lands of the Duke Reolan. Taran is one of Reolan's man. Reolan have been given this dukedom by the king. Some says it was because Reolan was a great fighter who could more easily handle the barbarian threat than any other noble. Others says it is the king who wanted to put him as far as possible from the capital and put his attention far from the crown. Reolan's wife is the cousin of the king. That gives Reolan to possibility to claim the crown if something happen to the royal family. As the king have no heir, some thinks he was scared of Reolan. But I doubt Reolan attempt to the lives of his king."

The knight mount his horse and he is imitated by Bellmon. "Come on, let's continue. We will check your bruises once we are arrived at Stone's friend's place."

 

[Jdvn1]

"I wonder where in the south those cretins were from, then." Xavier goes to his horse and mounts it, ready to continue.

"Interesting things seem to happen when Leopol steps away for a while, eh?"