Fantasy ◙-Fᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Sᴛᴇᴇʟ-◙

[Crocodile]

Φ-Hᴏᴜsᴇ Gᴜʟᴀ-Φ
Ricarid Gula regarded the mercenaries with calculating eyes after their proposal. Already he had bargained with the Skerrymen, but he knew they would be trusted with hostages. This group offering aid in the seize interested him more. It would allow him to turn a portion of his forces towards their flank and remove that threat directly so was to more fully secure the siege. It was annoying to be in a position where he would have to sacrifice more, but this means the new mercenaries could bear the brunt of the siege. If they had proven more hostile, poison and murder in the night would have been called for, yet fortune for the moment favored his gambit.

"I think we can find an acceptable agreement. Your forces will commit to the siege. This will free up more of my men to turn and deal with a flank issue that needs to be removed to prevent us being routed by some surprised attack. Tell your Captain that House Gula accepts yoru offer and welcomes your expertise to this miserable little siege. Perhaps it will allow us to more quickly resolve it. Talk with my commanders and coordinate. Until then, please join us for food and drink. A gift of welcome and hospitality."

There was an Estate to sack to secure Hartown for the siege's greater future success. His men would see to that if this Gryphon Company were as good as they boasted to free them up from the main siege.​

 

[Lorsh]

𓅐-Gʀʏᴘʜᴏɴ Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ-𓅐

Viper Actual

Your company pays for another night of lodging in the Cooked Cat. During the stay in Sigton, Quartermaster Armyn managed to requisition fodder, timber, rope, and a few specialists... just one carpenter, and one smith. Many of these skilled folk have already signed on with House Gula, or one of the smatterings of other rebel captains and little lordly retinues that have shown up to participate in the good fight against Carmondy. Still, the company has a robust cohort of its own workers.

There are good tidings the next morning. Your negotiators return from Vizgard with news that Lord Ricardi has accepted your offer to join the siege, although they did not secure any immediate payment. Still, that was mostly to be expected. For a smaller lord such as Gula to initiate such an ambitious siege, the cost in crowns would doubtless be astronomical.

The men thirst for battle, glory and plunder. Lieutenant Garrith Boldsword suggests that the company move out soon, before one of the men ends up doing something stupid. An inn filled with drunken soldiers and whores isn't exactly conducive to good order and discipline.



Φ-Hᴏᴜsᴇ Gᴜʟᴀ-Φ

Crocodile

After sending off the mercenary representatives, Captain Meldraut brings up the other captains. Specifically, the ones who are not affiliates with or backed by Gula, but participating in the general uprising. There are a number of subcamps now sprawled about the outskirts of the city walls, many of them filled with opportunistic looters and bandits.

Other groups of rebels have made independent forays towards the walls, resulting in the loss of dozens of fighting men in these uncoordinated assaults.

Your household officers complain about the lack of consolidation among the rebel forces. "We are nothing but a mob - well, multiple mobs," Meldraut tells you. "If Qayne sallies out, this may prove a grave weakness."


Captain Meldraut

Taking a draught of wine, Meldraut sinks back into his chair. "Also, my lord - you received a request for an audience with the Rector of Greenwald. He brought up a complaint about the banditry that's been committed by some of the assorted rebel gangs... Something about innocents in Greenwald being mistreated. Stolen from, killed, raped, what-have-you. In particular, he's angry about the fact that his temple was broken into and plundered." He chuckles. "Even said a few outbuildings were wrecked and their stones used for catapult shot."



"It's a bad look, but it's not at all unusual... In times of war, the law of the sword tends to take precedence over Paragon's tenets. Still, many of these warriors were equipped by us, and it is generally said that Lord Ricardi is the one marshaling the uprising himself, so it could reflect poorly on you, milord," Meldraut says, tapping his gloved knuckles on the table, gently. "The cohesion of the siege, I think, is the main issue at hand... perhaps the depredations against this temple can give us just cause to put the riff-raff in line."



Gᴜɴʜɪʟᴅ ᴏғ Mᴇʀɪᴄᴋ

Toogee

You and your two companions depart from the Cooked Cat before it gets too rowdy for the evening. Although Trig would have liked to stay, it appears that Hale isn't interested in the rambunctiousness. For all he knew, they'd be fighting tomorrow, and it was best to do so with a clear head.

The two crossbowmen bring along their horse and donkey to the peasant family they had made some arrangements with prior. It is put forth that you must pay five silver pennies in order to make use of one of the farm's storage outbuildings for lodging. Hale says that this is the best price you're likely going to be able to find, although it is relatively expensive for a woman of your means...



"Goodnight, Gunhild. We'll be moving out at dawn," Hale tells you. Trig also waves goodbye before both crossbowmen retire into the peasant hovel for the night, leaving you to settle in the storehouse. Sacks of bran, piles of firewood, and a few bushels of wool dominate the room. The latter make for soft bedding, at the very least.



Kʀᴀɢᴡʏɴ Sɪᴇɢᴇ Cᴀᴍᴘ

SoRonery | MrThe

Lord Philippe is stripped of his armour and placed in the care of the physician Adfry of Kragwall and several monks and clerics that had been following the army. The dent in his helmet rendered it difficult to remove, but it is managed after several tries. His head sports a sizable, bleeding bump, which is promptly bandaged. Adfry reports that the Baron is still unconscious, but is likely to wake soon - if Paragon is merciful.

After the battle, the most of the bodies the deceased knights are identified among the enemy dead; Sir Arithor Beldrake - Baron Flamebay's personal captain, Sir Loran Kerrin the Master of Alorend, Sir Issan the Master of Marth, Sir Horace of the Oriflamme retinue and his squire, Sir Addison, bastard son of Lord Benfred and his squire, Sir Edwyne of the Horall retinue, Sir Emry of Pontyprwyn, and one unknown Valcayan knight and his squire.

A messenger, claiming to be from Clan Lemuel, was stopped on the perimeter by a knight and several sergeants on picquet duty. The knight reported this to Sir Gavin the Young, who deemed the clansman suspicious, and had his letter confiscated.


Clan Lemuel messenger, currently arrested

Sir Gavin presents the letter to you, while going on a bit of a tirade. "The audacity - making these deals on the behalf of our clan. Who does this man think he is...? I am sorry if I have committed some sort of treason by opening this, but I thought him a spy, truly. Besides - It is a great insult to us and our allies - the ones who bled in this siege - that these terms were brought to bear without our presence. The caitiffs don't have any business negotiating anything, if you ask me! You are a more senior servant of King Grenn than this 'Yorwin' lackey."
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