The Four Lands - Southern Operatives

Andor

Is there enough time between the battles that they can see what's with Andor and what can be done?

* Yet another happy dance ! *
 
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Although no sign of his discomfort shows upon his face, Roak is torn between his duty and his honor. The missives that the group bore needed to reach the Lord Marshall, but Roak knew that they couldn't abandon the defense of the manor either. After several days of this inner turmoil, Cairnwalker nearly breathed a sigh of relief when he once again spotted the enemy gathering for another assault. While the indecision and turmoil bothered him when he had the chance to think on it, there was none of that when it came to battle.

Making his way to the wall closest to where the enemy looks like it is going to begin its assault, Roak calls out words of encouragement to his fellow soldiers as he passes them. He had gotten to know many of them over the last few days; they were good men, and doughty fighters, but the siege was taking its toll on them as well. So the knight did what he could to encourage them and buoy their spirits.

Reaching the wall, Roak takes a moment to look out on the dark host, and then turns his attention to finding Nijel. He had come to trust the brave, if over eager, young warrior, and wanted a stalwart axe at his side during the upcoming conflict.
 

Nijel Bladesong, Paladin

Nijel, having just finished feeding and tending to his noble steed, St. Jo, was walking back to the location of the rest of his party when he spied Roak up ahead. Not being one for much deep thought, Nijel stopped his progress and watched Roak go about his duties, even though he was not really sure why he did so. After a few minutes of this, Nijel tired of the pursuit and slowly approached Roak, who had just headed off on some errand, evidently -- he seemed as though he was seeking someone?

"Ho, Roak!" And as the Carinwalker approaches, Nijel hangs his axe on his belt at claps a friendly arm across the Cairnwalker's shoulders. "Friend Roak, you know me well, so you know that I am not one to be prone to give advice. But you seem to me to be one who bears a great weight, a heavy, heavy load upon his shoulders. I think I have a solution for your problem -- I have always found that when I feel at loose ends, the greatest remedy for me is to be found in finding some orc or other miscreant and giving my all to smiting him thoroughly! Let us go forth and smite some now, and I think that you will begin to feel better very soon!"
 
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Katherine

Katherine strolled casually along the ramparts, speaking a word hear and there to soldiers she had come to know. She had come into her own during the seemingly endless rounds of fighting, proving her mettle and earning the respect of her comrades over and over in spite of her slight build, her gender and her unorthodox fighting style.

She welcomed the break at first, taking the opportunity to clean and refresh herself and to catch up on much needed sleep. However, she had recently begun to chafe at the inactivity; she was now ready to move back into action either by pursuing their assigned mission or by defending the keep.

Heaving a sigh, she hopped up on the rampart and found a comfortable spot to recline and wait for further action.
 

Nijel Bladesong, Paladin

"Katherine! Wait a moment! Nijel and Roak then hurry up to the Doughty Shieldmaiden. "You've not seen any orcs about, have you? My friend Roak is in dire need of a "therapeutic orc," and being the good friend that I am, I thought I would join him in this indulgence!"
 

"Indeed," grumbles Roak. "Widow's Lament craves the blood of the enemy, and I crave the clarity that can only be found upon the battlefield."
 

Nijel Bladesong, Paladin

"There -- hear that Katherine? Have you ever heard more sorrowful, pitiful speech issue from our Cairnwalking friend? Point us to a foe so that we may exorcise these demons and lighten his spirt once again!"
 

Katherine Brightlaw - Unrepentant Rogue

"My friends, you have but to direct your steely gazes across the ramparts to discern our unrelenting foes. My belief is that but a small amount of patience will yield foes aplenty for you to cleave to your hearts' content. Why am I talking like Nijel? Gods, this is driving me crazy!"
 

Nijel Bladesong, AC20/FF20/T10 HP44/62 +11to hit,+5 dam; F+9,R+3,W+6

"Crazy! Nay, lass, say not so! Say rather that the influence of a stalwart Paladin and a Doughty Warblade have granted you new and deeper insight into our present circumstances!" ;) But she is right, Roak, shall we seek out a target for your pent up emotions, or shall we stand steadfast and await the coming next wave?"

OOC: JA, are we still injured from before, or have we been healed in the meantime? You can see above that Nijel was significantly wounded from before....
 

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