Birthright: Tuornen, Chapter Two

[Varrus the Ethical]

"Ow! Gods dammit!" says Roald as he pulls his hand out to see whats biting down on it.

[ewancummins]

"Go back to bed, sir. Sorry to have woken you. It won't happen again." She hurries upstairs to her room. She smiles as she sees the window. Opening it, she hurries to one of her chests. Tying it securely with a rope, then the other, she moves to the window and lowers them out slowly so as not to break them. She looks to make sure noone is around.

Hurrying she grabs her backpack and exits the room. AS she exits she drops a few coins on the floor for the man and closes the door behind her. She hurries to the stable and steals the pony and wagon.... hurrying as fast as the mule can to her chests. From there she heads to the Castle Keep pronto.

Dominica has got her chests loaded and the wagon rolling as cries of alarm ring out through the dirt and plank streets of Riverside. Rolling towards the city walls (the castle keep lies within them), she hears the tramp of boots at her back. A quick backward glance shows more men debarking--dozens more, and more boats are landing all long the docks. She passes a night watchman lying motionless in the gutter that runs beside the wharf row, three bolts sticking out of his chest.

[ewancummins]

"Ow! Gods dammit!" says Roald as he pulls his hand out to see whats biting down on it.

The darkness is too thick for him to make out what is there. He can only tell that whatever it is is small and has hard edges.

[Varrus the Ethical]

Roald stabs his sword into the wood of the floor to use his other hand to pry whatever is pinching his fingers off.

[ewancummins]

Guardhouse next to the City Walls-

''Sergeant, I was just up top and I seen some boats landing men in Riverside. There was some glint, like they was carrying steel."


Watch Sergeant Molin rubbed his eyes. He sipped his cold beer and looked about the room for his sword. Might be trouble.

"How many boats, lad?"

The youthful watchman counted on both hands, frowned, shrugged.

"Lots, sergeant, lots."

[ewancummins]

Roald stabs his sword into the wood of the floor to use his other hand to pry whatever is pinching his fingers off.

Roald pulls the tiny trap--or whatever it is-- free of his hand. It tumbles (or jumps?) out of his hand and clatters against the floor.
He hears a faint scurrying sound coming from the floor boards, distinct from the hammering of the men trapped in the cellar.

[steveflam]

Dominica has got her chests loaded and the wagon rolling as cries of alarm ring out through the dirt and plank streets of Riverside. Rolling towards the city walls (the castle keep lies within them), she hears the tramp of boots at her back. A quick backward glance shows more men debarking--dozens more, and more boats are landing all long the docks. She passes a night watchman lying motionless in the gutter that runs beside the wharf row, three bolts sticking out of his chest.

She now takes a route she normally would, dark alleys and the such. Her destination is the Keep.

[VAN]

Filbert doesn't wait for Roald to tell him twice.

"Good luck, I will come back with help."

Then he gets outside of the house gets his pony and heads back to the palace.

[Varrus the Ethical]

"I am starting to hate house", says Roald as he pulls his sword out of the wood. "I hope the little Jester comes back with guards soon. I'd hate to have to kill all these fools by myself."

[ewancummins]

Filbert doesn't wait for Roald to tell him twice.

"Good luck, I will come back with help."

Then he gets outside of the house gets his pony and heads back to the palace.

Filbert rides fast towards Caer Haes...

[JMaytr]

Devlin nods in agreement to Braedonnal.

"You are most likely correct. With these two attacks, and Baubb still on the loose, The city watch and guard must go on full alert. Lord Ghonallison, I'll need you to lead the men and triple your usual retinue plus patrols.

"Braedonnal, The armies of Haes stand ready for you to lead against any assault the Duke across the river may attempt. Go now, and prepare them.

"Driver! Stop here."

Duke Flaertes nods solemnly to the two lords.

"Either way, Carilon Alam pays for attempting to kill me after slaying my beloved father."

[ewancummins]

The carriage rolls to a halt and Braedonnal springs out.

"I go at once to the army."


AT CAER HAES

Devlin finds Sir Rory, the Castellan, waiting for him. The old knight bows to his duke and announces-

"Your Grace, boats have been spotted crossing the river north and south of the city-- most landing north in the Riverside district. I have seen some of the boats myself, from the northwest tower. In the gloom, it's hard to say how many are coming--dozens of men at least. Maybe many more. It appears to be either an unusually large pirate raid or an invasion from Alamie. I have already called out all available ducal guards and sent word to the City Watch. "

[ewancummins]

Baubb's house-


Roald piles anything he can grab on top of the overturned bed till he feels confident that the added weight will hold it down for a bit, and then tries to make a fire...

He manages to get a pathetic little spark which dies to quickly to light the sheets.

The thumping from under the makeshift barricade grows louder, pounding fists now replaced by series of thuds and cracks. Wood splits with a groan, and hinges groan under a heavy load.
Light appears through the tangled mess of broken furniture as the trap door pushes up and open.

Roald is ready to fight.

[Varrus the Ethical]

"Guards! They're coming through!" Roald says as loud as he can, hoping the men in the tunnel can hear it. He raises his sword, ready to strike the head off the first man he sees.

[ewancummins]

"Guards! They're coming through!" Roald says as loud as he can, hoping the men in the tunnel can hear it. He raises his sword, ready to strike the head off the first man he sees.

Everything happens fast after Roald yells.
Men break through, he cuts three of maybe four down, but somehow one of the bastards gets past his sword and starts clearing the barrier for the others. Roald swings at him...