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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Destan" data-source="post: 1219807" data-attributes="member: 12157">Crayke - overweight, sodden, and incompetent though he is - seems to get a burst of energy shortly after Sir Rys and his men depart.  The fear of the death, you suppose, will do that to a man.  Your lord of Argos gathers his warriors - all five of them - and he and they begin to separate the lot of you into groups.  Soon, you find yourself standing with a handful of other young men.  You know them all - you know everyone in Argos - and you wonder if they feel the way you now do: confused, hungry, and more than a little nervous.After an hour of pure mayhem, one of Crayke's men approaches your group.  You recognize him as Lellard.  You've not seen much of Lellard in the two years he's been in Argos; he's a notorious drunk, known for sleeping away the sunlit hours.  Yet, he seems hale and hearty enough now - as if the promise of war has invigorated him.Lellard is a thin man of medium-build.  He's got a lazy eye and a weak chin.  He currently is wearing a chain shirt and has a sword at his hip.  He greets you with a smile.  "So, friends, the duty of the swamps has fallen to us.  You've all been in 'em, you know 'em better than I or anyone."  His words falter as he appears a bit unsure of himself.  "Tell me - can a man ride a horse in there?""No," most of you answer as one."Ah, well," he shrugs, "then I'll be on foot wit the lot o' you.  Go now, grab yer things.  Don't ye worry about food and what-not; I gots that and more.  And we can hunt if we need more meat, yes?  Good, good.  So, ah, grab your things I says.  Go, now!"And, with that, you head back to your dwelling and gather what few items you possess.  There's a part of you thankful you've drawn swamp duty.  You don't know much of warfare, but you find it hard to believe Rhelmsmen would trudge though that muck.  No, chances are the fight will be here, at Argos.Which, of course, makes you think about your friends and families.  Some are heading south of the Fletchway - supposedly to safety - but others, you know, have been designated as Argos' standing force.  You look about as men with too many years and too many pounds gather their picks, shovels, and old spears.  [OOC] Feel free to post a short description of your character - just what one would see if they glanced at him.  Then, please, feel free to 'introduce' yourself in an IC manner.  For ease of play, let's assume you all know one another, but you don't know one another that well.  At the outset, at least, you neither particulary like or dislike your fellows.  Some of you have similar character concepts (which was purposefully planned), so you may gravitate to like-minded companions.  Or not.  It's entirely up to you.  I'll give you guys the reigns for a little bit, as your characters travel eastward with Lellard into the swamps, then I'll grab them again and set up the next step.  Cool?  Uncool?  Lemme know.[/OOC]</blockquote>

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