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Post by Fyremage on Dec 19, 2017 22:14:41 GMT
A courier delivers a piece of parchment bearing the golden Phoenix of House Cassian sealed in wax over the fold. After you break the seal, you read the following: "To all lords and ladies of Rjillund, His Royal Imperial Majesty Ferrus Cassian III - Warden of the Falconmarch, King of Rjillund, Patriarch of the blood of Arturas, True Emperor of Trevast, Headreiksmarshal of the Imperial armies of the Sacred Falcon, Govenantor of the great city of Carenna, Master of Hosts and Lord Protector of the Imperial Heartland - issues a call to arms for the mustering of an expeditionary force to further Rjillish influence into the abandoned lands of the old Capital. All lords and ladies who answer this call to arms shall play an instrumental role in bringing honor and glory to the realm."After the call to arms, you see a date enclosed indicating when to meet, at roughly a month and a half from the date of you receiving this letter. You also see a directive to muster along the Rjillish border of the badlands, near the holdings of Margraf Gryse, with Ser Erich Cassian to be present. Will you answer the call and take part in this campaign? |
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Post by Darasuum on Jan 4, 2018 15:11:42 GMT
The fire crackled in the background. The distant sounds of men down the dark halls of the knight's castle persisted. In the present vicinety however all the others looked at the back of the paper silently as Roland read it. First he did so silently then repeated the act letting all others hear it. After he was finished the man's eyes scanned the group of battle brothers to see how they felt.
"Looks like we're going to wet our blades brothers." He said as he watched the parchment fall to the wooden table among the food they had been eating before. As soon as the paper hit the table he smiled and looked around once more. Others had matched his expression. They already had thoughts brewing on the events that would take place. It was time that the knightly chapter of the Moonstar earn some more distinction. Tonight they would drink hearty and enjoy themselves. Roland knew there could be nights ahead that lacked such luxuries so he would celebrate now while he could.
Deep in the Felwoods the following days and weeks would see good hunting. The consumption of bucks and boars at feasts would ready the bodies of the men for any come travails. The eager new members of the chapter would be excited and anxious as it was their first time on such an expedition. Prince Roland, Knight Superior also known as the Razorfish looked forward to the assembly.
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Post by Fyremage on Jan 15, 2018 22:05:22 GMT
Several weeks had passed since the muster was called, with several lords throughout the realm mustering their forces to contribute to the call. Judging from initial reports, it seemed a force of roughly forty thousand was to be expected. Then, a certain letter from Trion had been sent, followed with the Crown Prince's arrival back in Carenna with a sense of urgency had seemingly changed the air around the muster. And shortly after his arrival, came an entourage of... Alendronians to the Capital. All in all, something was astir, as the call went out and an additional twenty thousand Cassian troops were to be mustered and dispatched to the muster, bringing the Cassian's total contribution to the muster to thirty thousand men - squarely half. Erich Cassian was among the men arming for the Muster, but he was the only knight of his order. In truth, he was going as a Cassian rather than a brother of the sacred phoenix, the chief reason being his chapter was among the hardest hit from the war. No, his brothers would heal and prepare, while he took up arms on behalf of his father to lead the expedition alongside his cousin Roland.
The first portion of the Cassian force - the ten thousand strong that began mustering several weeks prior, was ready to depart. Erich mounted his horse, bedecked in his expected armor and loadout, and set off to the rallypoint. As he rode, the words his brother Trion had spoken to him rattled in his mind. 'Keep your eyes open brother, and watch for the snake.'
Earlier, Erich had been informed of the threat he was to expect, which put Trion's later statement in context. Snakes were vile beasts - with the only deserved fate being for their heads to be removed from their body. And if they presented themselves - he was going to do just that.
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Post by Lord Newbury on Jan 19, 2018 8:31:44 GMT
Emannuel Varos Margraf of the Rji-Fluss Marches
It was simply vast, the war camp spreading for what seemed like hectares of land on the border with the so-called Badlands. From the Rji-Fluss Lands, several thousand men had been mustered, 1,000.00 Knights of the Margraf Guard, with a further 3,000.00 levied infantry and bowmen, encamped in the mustering field before him - Margraf Emmanuel Varos, atop his horse, looked out with a smile. He was bedecked in full plate, feathers atop his helmet and the tabard of his house marking him out as a Margraf, his sash and badge of office, command baton held at his side as he surveyed the camp. "Margraf, our men have made camp, and further can be called upon a weeks march away if needed." one of his companions piped up from behind him. Emmanuel merely nodded, and remained still.
"Excellent. Leave a-hundred Knights with me, and return the rest and their officers to the Camp," the man nodded, noting down the instructions before galloping for the camp. "...no doubt the others called to this muster wish to discuss the days and weeks ahead of us." he said to his remaining men. He was unsure of the plan, indeed - he was unsure of what his rank and place within it would even be, so for now, he awaited a meeting with his fellow Rjillunders.
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