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Edwin allows the herald to ride off, turning back to Borren. "Aye, we already have some men on the perimeter, but dispatch some in the direction of the herald, I wish to know how close our lord truly is. We shall gather the knights too."

"Perhaps Lord Angas wishes parley now, but when it came to Sir Moulton he forbid his right to do the same. If one is to be a man of laws, it must not be only for his own benefit, to pick and choose when to be lawful, you see." Edwin stares down the herald, clenching his jaw, "I will not have you...

"Hopeful blessings? Forgive you? It's not my forgiveness you should be asking. If you serve evil, only the Paragon may forgive you Jerald." Edwin says at the messenger, his tone shifting from apologetic to an irritated, harsh one. "Does the Baron truly thing another title will please our...

"Praise be to our lord Paragon!" The lordling calls out, lowering his head in prayer. He would wait for the activity to die down, before turning to the messenger. "Surely you can see, Jerald, the blight upon our land. I am a servant of our Lord, the Paragon. I have learned about Crowley, and...

Edwin looks down at the pile of bodies, before turning back to the herald. "Perhaps then, let us ride to the chapel here. We shall pray to our lord, and then speak upon the happenings here, which you will in turn tell our liege."

Edwin listens to the herald, as his war horse sways underneath him, much like the ocean waves. "You have seen the same evil we have. You can see that evil upon the road, in this very village. When we came here, the smallfolk were set upon by beasts. By the Emmortals will, the undeath was...

Edwin turns toward Sir Borren, "We have no other choice, but our intentions must look plain to this rider." Edwin spurs his horse forward at a slight trot, greeting the rider, alongside him his master at arms, Sir Borren. "And to what honor do I have receiving you again, Jerald? I hope you...

Edwin approaches Sir Nyren, giving the knight an Imperial salute, before speaking. "Sir Nyren, it is not unexpected of great Vizierdrake to send aid in our realms darkest time. I assume you know the contents of my letter to your liege. This village was attacked by a horde of these undead men...

Lord Edwin considers his position carefully, calling forth Sir Borren. "Good Sir Borren, what are we to do? I fear that our Baron has wholly been corrupted by these dark practitioners. He bid against parley, a sacred right of all warriors. I believe he feared that I knew the extent of this dark...

"Good Sir Borren, this day, is a day for the living!" Lord Edwin begins to speak, his voice booming to the host, hoping they would begin to rally to him. "We have faced the onslaught of despair, and by Paragon will, prevailed!" Edwin looks over, into the crowds, removing his helmet, holding it...

Edwin looks around the carnage, cleaning his own blade covered in black bile. "Aye, Sir Mellard, we can not leave this place undefended. What of the levy here, is there any word from the bailiff regarding them?" The lordling pauses, "Worry not good sir, your people will be protected." Edwin...

The sound of steel on flesh was new to Edwin, he had practiced with Sir Borren for years, mastering the sword, but against unarmored, mindless foes it was nothing he had experienced. After the crash of battle, the lordling reigned back his horse, the beast kicking up his front legs, letting out...

The morning was simple for Edwin, sending Sir Moulton off to Trimont, and readying the host down towards Bannon. The march however, was different. Absorbing some peasants into the host on the way down was one thing, but rumors of the undead horde seemed to unnerve some men, and finally once the...

"It is getting late. I will write letters to the lordlings we hope to call to our cause. Sir Moulton, in the morning you and some riders will ride for the abbey, and we shall march back to Bannon and consolidate there for some time. Sir Moulton, could you set your bailiff here to gathering...

"Very well, Sir Moulton, I shall give you some of my retinue, good riders among them, nice and light too. You'll ride hard and fast for the abbey, if you leave tomorrow how soon could you rejoin us, Sir?" Edwin is shocked, hearing Sir Hywel and Sir Carreck theorizing their potential betrayal to...

"And to our north? Besides the Vizierdrake I know of the Baron of Tuwold, and those Terryn men, but I've heard stories of their feuds with the Strongwoods." Edwin considers, before speaking again. "Aye, we could ask the good Du Artois for help as well, they are far from their liege, I doubt he...

Edwin chuckles the patrolling chickens, shifting his attention to the knights soon after. "Sir Mellard, how many men has this Crowley brought with him? How many of them are of good fighting stock, and well armored? Should things come to bloodshed, I'd like to be the better force, regardless of...

Edwin smiles and looks gracefully at the peasantry cheering for him, turning his head towards Sir Moulton and giving the knight a slight nod, bringing his hand up towards his eye, returning it to rest upon the hilt of his fathers old sword. The lordling continues his parade down the streets, a...

"Let us make for the village, Sir Moulton, perhaps there is an inn we could stay and meet for the night? I'd be willing to pay coin, the small folk can rest assured, and the host can camp outside the village for the evening." Edwin speaks to the crowd of knights, contemplating for a moment. "I...

I guess it was a good day to skip school.