[IC] The Marching Storm

[Hannes665]

"I... I am."

Utters Sir Green, standing in his full armor, mail armored re enforced with plates, 5´10 weighing about 200 lbs. Blond hair and well trimmed beard, green staring eyes. He has pale skin and he is not a good looking man but neither unattractive, but he carries him in a such manner that he seems pleasant. On his hip he carries his blade and morning star and on his back his shield.

"I wanted to say I am surprised by this event... the Lord left us with a difficult task. You who know me, know that I have a great sense of duty to the Baron and his barony and I as him have advocated that we should stay neutral in this war. But as a Landed Knight on the Kings Land I am duty bound to take the Kings side. Though that is hard since I hail from Denton and I do not wish to go against my blood kin."

Says Sir Green as he steps forward after observing Sir Astaron and all the commotion.

"So were do we stand, King, rebels or continue to be neautral?"

[Lamech]

Originally Posted by Hannes665

"So were do we stand, King, rebels or continue to be neautral?"

"Can't do neutral, Wanton wanted the war over. I vote king. Plus that jerk-face went off to join Cabble."

[Skullcrusher]

Originally Posted by Harry O'Gane

He stops in front of Duncan and angrily says:

"Be careful what you speak, you filthy mercenary. If you insist on mocking me, consider polishing your sword. Soon, you will need it."

Ducan Repsonds,"I would expect nothing less. Best we part ways on bad terms. You weren't much of a father anyways. Lord Walton was more my father than you could ever be. I wear the title Mercenary proudly...at least you know my price. What is your's father? What is yours for forsaking your own flesh and blood?"

Originally Posted by Harry O'Gane

After Duncan was stopped by Astaron, he is approached by Sir Fharin, who says:

"Duncan. If you really feel obliged to go, do so, but I believe it would be for the best for you to stay here until we resolve the situation coming out of this will."

"I am only only a the Bastard son of the lesser Brother...surely my vote means nothing. I am sure you noble men will do the right thing. Let me know when you wish me to raise an army...that is what I am best at...."

[zoncxs]

Hearing all the commotion, Alonso weighs each thought that was spoken with importance.

who should be named lord? what should be done with the land? what side to pick in the war, if any side? should we stay neutral and risk being caught in the middle or worse forced to fight our enemies who chooses a side? have they chosen a side yet?

"This is a delicate matter...who we choose to be Lord will be our face in this war and represent the people of this land..." he pauses for a moment.

"to choose a side we need more information on them both... so that is not a decision we can make at this time. we would need to recon both sides as well as send representatives of us to them... see what there strengths and weaknesses are...hmmm..."


"for now. what we must do is weigh the troubles before us, for the people must rely on the new lord to protect them and solve these problems, and that is the unknown. the thing that is bugging me the most is the lack of detailed information on the war. what we get is second hand reports. we need more eyes on it now."