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Tikobe
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| 28 Apr 2015 09:36 PM |
(This is an ISRP thread for simsf1. If you want one of your own, here's a link. Otherwise, if you're not simsf1, do not post! http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=161169413 )
The breeze felt gentle. The cold air that blew in from the Fourth Shire to the west revitalized momentarily the dying winter in the King's Shire. It had a bit of a bitter, but relaxing, feel to it. In front of you was the King's Pillar, the memorial to late King Henrick, your father. The breeze was appropriate.
"I didn't expect you here so late in the afternoon, your majesty," Iscaar commented, surprising you from behind. |
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| 28 Apr 2015 10:02 PM |
| u shud totaly give me your bacon |
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| 28 Apr 2015 10:03 PM |
| Tristan jumped with a start as the captain came upon him. "Aye, few would," he replied solemnly, turning his attention back to the Pillar. "This Kingdom of Seven Shires... was it not once Nine, my Lord?" The young King eyed the pillar warily, as if afraid something would come out to grab at him. His father had been a resilient man. But surely, he thought, not so resilient as to resist Lord Death himself? |
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| 28 Apr 2015 10:16 PM |
"Once. But we lost two when Gelwyd invaded several generations ago. Still confuses me though as to why we call ourselves the Seven Shires when there's eight, the First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, Seventh and King's Shires."
Truly a confusing statement. Each shire had it's own point to it, a certain strength. But the King's Shire, being the worst land for farms and scarce of anything of legitimate value beyond being in an easily defensible position, was established as a political capital for the other seven.
Iscaar looked at the pillar.
"Don't worry too much about his death. It was my fault. I fought Tryal, and lost. Had I just been a little quicker..."
It was true. The only one to actually survive an encounter with Tryal was Iscaar, and he was sorely beaten. |
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| 28 Apr 2015 10:35 PM |
"Aye. Gelwyd. The Imperium to the East..." Tristan trailed off and allowed Iscaar to continue on. He only offered a stiff nod in agreement about the titular Seven Shires until, out of habit, he offered, "It's a statement of humility- the principle this land was founded upon. Government with the consent of the Governed- Seven Shires made the Kingdom a Kingdom, not Eight."
Tristan had memorized each of the Shires and their specific traits. The Shires of the east, two in total, drew up the best archers in the land, with its sprawling forests. His father had discontinued the practice of sparing poachers there in exchange for military service. The north, three shires, gave them the best footmen in the land, with its wild, cold, forest-and-hill geography. His father had also discontinued close relations with the three Northern Earls. They had become increasingly independent, a disturbing thing to young Tristan. Only the west and south, with their plains and rolling hills, still provided a source of good fighting men, most of which were mounted. Two shires, and last time they'd gone off to war, they had managed to scrape together six thousand men. Not nearly enough to face Gelwyd.*
Tristan was idly aware of his Captain's observation of his intent watching of the Pillar. "Iscaar," the young man spoke, turning to face the man-at-arms. "My father's death was through no fault of your own. Tryal... he is a strange beast to have bested you; and indeed, only you have survived his wrath. I expect he will soon set his sights on me, and I want you out of mourning when he comes."
Just then, he returned to his thoughts of state and war. "You and I have work to do, and with enemies all around us, the name 'Beckwyth' needs to be given its former glory, and I know how. Summon the Earls of the Shires to the Ericourt. We have work to do."
((*Like? If not, say so.)) |
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Tikobe
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| 28 Apr 2015 10:57 PM |
(Not a problem. I'm actually encouraging different worlds that were built in part by the RPers themselves.)
"Heh. If only that were so. The Regency would never allow it. You're too young to send the kingdom into war. But it's not a bad idea. In a half year, then, when you can claim the throne and force your uncles to step down. Until then, lay down battle plans. A wise man going to war is better than a blind man. Come on, the sun is going down, and the Regency would like to see you in time for supper."
He moves down the hill towards the castle, and then stops.
"You know, it's always disturbed me though. Tristan, remember one thing I have never told anyone."
He stares at you with a look of worry in his eye, "Tryal has a sword just like Griswulf. I once was angered at him for trying to kill the king with a cheap replica of the blade, but when I fought, I realized that the replica was virtually the same as your own. If Tryal ever does come for you, don't be confident in just the strength of your sword." |
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| 29 Apr 2015 05:25 PM |
((Cool. So basically the purpose is just to create a story? Sweet.))
"The Regency won't stop me then, Iscaar," King Tristan assured him. "But even a man as simple as I can tell they'll try. Which leads me to our next subject- I need allies. Armed allies. So I had an idea." He smiled at his own wit, an unusual thing for a martial man such as him. "The Northern Earls, of the Houses Stafford, Lancaster and York, have been alienated by my father and uncles. Earl Erik of York has a close relationship with the eastern Earl, Lord Mortimer. If I can align myself with the North and East, I have a good chance at ousting them, should they take arms against me. Regardless, should I come with a retainer of four Earls at my back, it would discourage any dissent among them, yes?"
Beckwyth halted as soon as his confidant did, looking him with the same sense of purpose. He raises his eyebrow when Iscaar begins to speak again.
Suddenly, Griswulf was out. Tristan looked at it, turning it over and examining the fine sword carefully. "Draw, Iscaar." He gestured to the captain's swordbelt. |
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| 29 Apr 2015 08:52 PM |
(Not exactly. The story is going to be majorly influenced by the world created, and certain worlds are gonna do things others aren't, but I have an outline of what's going to happen.)
He smiles, pulling out a shield and a rather beautiful and graceful sword, curved and with a focus on one side of the blade, unlike the traditional straight blades. Iscaar once served as an ambassador-general of sorts to a desert kingdom across the ocean, one that King Henrick was interested in as a candidate for a strong silk trade. His sword, named Khamsin, was like yours in that it was special, and a name celebrated throughout the history of it's home. It wasn't a blade meant to parry or stab. It was light, and extremely balanced, striking and slashing enemies at great speeds. Combined with his shield and skills as a soldier for the Kingdoms, Khamsin was a formidable sword, just a level below Griswulf.
"I'll give you the handicap here, and let you move first," he says. |
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| 29 Apr 2015 09:31 PM |
((rly scimitars))
A laugh is all that was heard as he moved into action- a laugh, then instantly he was on Iscaar. Tristan unleashed a flurry of blows that he knew Iscaar could parry, occasionally slapping his wrist with the flat of the blade to irk him. When it came to dancing with swords, Tristan was the best. His footing was next to flawless, and occasionally when he backstepped, he was able to switch hands and carry on from a different direction, providing a very confusing and very deadly combination for the Crown Prince.
Of course, he was mindful of the shield, but his greatest fear was Khamsin's blade- the curve allowed it to slide off the flat and maneuver a bit swifter. However, double-edged blades were better for armor and balance, and combined with Griswulf's natural speed and lightness (the sword is speshul) as well as Tristan's own, it was more than a match for Khamsin. |
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| 29 Apr 2015 09:50 PM |
(Nope. Khamsin is modeled off of the Arabian shamshir.)
You notice Iscaar refusing to swing, and instead used his shield to block your attacks.
"Tsk. I thought your instructors trained you a bit better than that, Tristan. Stop using your sword alone, dang it!"
He moves his shield forward as if to bash you, but stops you while you were focused on that and kicks you while your guard was down. |
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| 29 Apr 2015 09:58 PM |
((still rly eastern shiz am critical))
Tristan is toying with Iscaar. Feigning ignorance at his strategies. Many-a-time have they danced, and many-a-time he's used this tactic.
The blow is quickly sidestepped, and Griswulf's flat hits him in the side before the blows continue, more wild and unpredictable than before. Beckwyth has become more improvisational than by-the-books, though he has learned to read those who followed this organized, bookish-style over the years.
Every muscle twitch is visible to him, and when the leg is raised, Tristan grabs his leg and throws it aside, probably knocking him off-balance. "Ah, but you forget many things- I'm used to all these tactics. You will have to improvise more!" |
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| 29 Apr 2015 10:14 PM |
He smiles playfully, "Ah, but you've reached the point where I've shown almost every last trick. There's simply nothing left but that aggressive strategy."
Heh, his "aggressive" strategy. That has always been a myth to you. He's always talked his head off about it, but yet he's never once actually used it.
Once more following his own routine, Iscaar charges right at you, shield to the side at his chest, sword raised above. A stance promising a powerful overhead slash and almost immediate response from his shield. |
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| 29 Apr 2015 10:36 PM |
Tristan only smiles. "We'll see."
He's studied the southern techniques of the Spoletian peninsula, a distant nation that was once the seat of an empire, and other places besides. One strategy he picked up was the posta di falconne- the post of the hawk.
It allows for a quick evasion followed immediately by an attack. The sword is raised up high as his captain comes for him. Just before anything can be done, Beckwyth twirls nimbly out of the destruction path, out of range of the single-edged blade, and just as quickly comes back in and smacks Iscaar in the back of the head with the back of his sword. |
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| 29 Apr 2015 10:46 PM |
Iscaar tumbles over, and laughs.
"You've bested me again. Why am I so concerned about Tryal and this clone Griswulf in the first place? Come on, let's head back to the castle. The Regency are already going to scream their bloody heads off."
He gets up, and whacks the dust off of his clothes. |
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| 30 Apr 2015 05:06 PM |
Tristan stood panting as the captain fell over. "Good thing that worked. The Post of the Hawk takes a good amount of effort to perform so... flawlessly." He returned the laugh.
"Aye, I suppose that's true. But I have no fear of my lord uncles." He slid Griswulf into its scabbard.
Tristan offers his hand. "Good match, friend." |
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| 30 Apr 2015 06:07 PM |
| He takes and shakes it, and heads down the path into the castle. You see the dawn grow in presence. It's starting to get dark out. Soon the braziers around the cities will be lit. |
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| 30 Apr 2015 06:11 PM |
| "Ay, me, it's almost night," Tristan cursed as he walked along, picking up his pace by a bit. |
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| 01 May 2015 08:00 AM |
| It was nightfall by the time you reached the dinner table. Cremus, one of your uncles, looks at you, "Why, Tristan, you're late." |
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| 01 May 2015 04:45 PM |
Of all his uncles, Aeron liked Cremus the most. The man was a veteran of several of his father's wars, and the only among the others in the Regency who had won any battles. At Wayward Pass, an army from Ravenholm to the southeast came against him, and Uncle Cremus had sent them packing. He was also the only one besides Uncle Alatus who was kind in any form, being a large (not fat, but powerful) and hearty and kind man who seemed to be the only one who liked young Beckwyth.
"Aye, Uncle, I was busied with training," he answered, taking his seat at the head. By now he is dressed in a red tunic with gold and black details, his hair well-kept and tied into a short tail on the back of his head. The dirt and sweat of the day is washed from him, and his badge of state marks the two coat-of-arms of his status- the rampant black dragon faced sinister of High House Beckwyth took the lower spot of top-right and bottom-left, whilst the lion passant of the Seven Shires took top-left and bottom-right. |
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| 01 May 2015 09:17 PM |
"Very well, I believe now is a good time to discuss some business," your uncle Elon stated as he dug into richly made pork along with the rest of the table. "We just received word that Reivere has declared war on Gelwyd. The message was obviously written a month and a half ago. This is obviously a chance we must take if we're to reclaim the two lost shires. After analyzing the situation, I believe our best course of action is to side with Reivere, and hope that they can force Gelwyd into returning the shires."
Alatus looks at him, "But how should we aid Reivere? For a messenger to arrive a month and a half after the war was declared means that direct aid will take a long time to be supplied."
Your uncle Fesran replies, "We have the emergency troops for such situations, shouldn't we? I say we send Iscaar over here to serve as an ambassador-general once more and give him all of the emergency troops until we can ready the main force." |
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| 04 May 2015 06:18 PM |
Tristan takes in his uncles' words slowly, watching intently as each one puts in a word or two. Honestly, the best course of action was to raise an army and attack Gelwyd. Even if the Imperium won, they would be sorely weakened by fighting the Kingdom of Reivere.
But then... their military wasn't what it used to be.
"You don't /have/ emergency troops anymore," Beckwyth snapped, slamming a fist on the table to draw attention to himself. "You n1ggardly fools, who so stupidly rule as my father did! You do not understand that whilst the Imperium and Reivere can battle like giants with their twenty or thirty thousand, we can no longer do so! At best, with the Eastern Shires, we might get eight thousand knights together! No archers, no footmen, no pikes, no spears, /nothing/ else! Let me prove myself! I will go to the North, and rally the Earls there, and mayhaps we stand a chance at moving in, but with the eight hundred men you call an 'emergency force,' we will be so insignificant that our position in the world will be worse off than it was before!" |
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| 07 May 2015 05:57 PM |
Fesran stared at you, and then spoke, "The emergency troops are our best course of option. You're right, we're not as powerful as we used to be. But your claim about the effectiveness of the troops is horribly incorrect. Not matter how small of a boon we give, it'll show favor toward Reivere, favor which we can use to claim a reward for ourselves. If we send even eight hundred soldiers and one of our best generals almost immediately, Reivere will hold us in their favor. And don't even bother with the Earls. They'll listen to us, with or without you, whether or not they like it. The eastern Shires are our dogs, and most understand if we say sic em, these measly eight thousand will force them to our will."
Another uncle, Parthis, looks at Fesran, "Actually, Fesran, letting Tristan do it would be a wise move. It shows the Earls that he cares for our people, and boosts the morales of the government, people, and military."
Cremus also puts in his comment, "And you can't force the east to attack the other Shires. They'd never do it without a good reason, not to mention it should ever be done without a good reason."
"I think defiance of the rulers of the kingdom is probable cause enough," Fesran snaps back. |
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| 07 May 2015 07:03 PM |
Tristan leaned back sullenly, ignoring his food but taking a deep swig of his wine. Fesran was by far his least favorite among the Uncles. All he ever did was wield his power as if he were the King.
"Reivere will treat us like vassals. Imperator Ambrose is a tried and true military leader, with eighty thousand men at his command last time he went to war. King Foltest of Reivere is near as young as I, and his army is twenty thousand-strong." Another swig followed this line of speech. "If you gave me a month, I'll have the northern Earls eating out of my hands and /throwing/ their troops at Gelwyd. And in case you'd forgotten, the Earl of Bannertop also holds sway over the western Earls, one of whom is his vassal, and can easily turn them to our side."
Tristan loved his wine, despite being young. "Are you truly so foolish, Fesran?" he asked, motioning for a servant to refill his cup. "An attack on our own nobles would have serious consequences and ramifications in the eyes of the rest of the kingdom. The south and east would rise against us, and I seriously doubt Earl Clement in the East would approve the attack. You'll have us all killed. So I'll tell you what- you send your reserves, but you can lead them. I won't have you throwing Iscaar to his doom. He comes with me, and I'll follow after you in a month with at least eighteen thousand men at my back."
He laughed, doubting Fesran would take such words lightly. Iscaar would stay with him, though. Even with all Tristan's skill, he could not bring Tryal down alone. |
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| 07 May 2015 08:06 PM |
"Actually, Tristan, I like the thought," Cremus said, sending chills down Fesran's spine. "I agree with Fesran, we need to not only exploit this war as a chance to reclaim lost land, but also as a chance to get on Reivere's good side. An immediate response of aid, backed by incoming reinforcements and the opening of a second front, will go a long way to help that cause. I also agree that Iscaar shouldn't be sent. He's one of the finest generals, and would be a real threat if used at the border between the Seven Shires and Gelwyd. I don't, however, think that Fesran leading only eight hundred men is a good idea. I believe that if we're going to send so few, we're going to need not one but two skilled generals who together can wreck havoc with such low numbers. General Danus and I will lead the emergency troops and be the initial response."
You had heard of General Danus. The stories told that while he was certainly not a great battle tactician, he was certainly the most resourceful general the Kingdom of the Seven Shires had to offer. Combined with the skill of Cremus and his exploits at Wayward Pass and you have a pair who could potentially be a handful for your enemies. |
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