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Post by King Mark of Cornwall on Jun 9, 2012 21:51:04 GMT
"My sister is dead." replied Mark, thinking briefly of his elder sister Elizabeth.
"She died in childbirth bearing my nephew Tristram. King Hoel's sister is now the second wife of Tristram's father, the King of Lyonesse. Have you heard of Lyonesse, boy?"
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 10, 2012 0:56:15 GMT
"I've heard of it, my lord, but I've never been. My father doesm't trade there."
The young man seemed confused by all the talk of relatives.
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Post by King Mark of Cornwall on Jun 10, 2012 12:27:26 GMT
Mark nodded. "Lead on boy. King Hoel awaits."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 10, 2012 15:33:36 GMT
They traelled onwards. And then, some hours later, a group of men in mismatched armour appeared. Thre were half a dozen and they brandished a variety of old weapons, some rusty, such as swords and axes. They looked like ruffians.
"Hand over yoru money?" The leader yelled, a big, muscular man with a longsword in his left hand, a round shield painted with a wolf's head in his right.
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Post by King Mark of Cornwall on Jun 12, 2012 8:03:32 GMT
Mark drew the sword "Cut-Steel" that he had found in the cave near Tintagel from the jewelled scabbard at his hip. He barked an order to his men to fall in behind him.
"Come and get it!" he yelled back at big, muscular man with the wolf's head shield.
"And die!"
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 12, 2012 11:07:53 GMT
The outlaw - or so he appeared - laughed as the men fell in behind their king.
"That's a pretty sword, outlander. How about you and me duel for it? If I win, I get your blade. If you win, you get to pass."
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Post by King Mark of Cornwall on Jun 12, 2012 11:14:30 GMT
Mark shook his head and laughed derisively.
"Here's my proposal. Get out of our way and we'll let you live. Otherwise you die."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 12, 2012 11:36:39 GMT
The man laughed uproariously again.
"You hear that boys, this foreign bastard thinks he can tell me what to do? Me?"
He waved his hand and a storm of arrows rained down all around Mark and his men, clearly shot from the trees around. No arrow hit a target but they were shot with such precision that the Cornishmen were neatly ringed.
"Say that again, you arrogant bastard," the bandit leader sneered. "Say it again and I'll have my lads shoot down every one of your men where they stand. If you want them to live, best duel me for that pretty blade."
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Post by King Mark of Cornwall on Jun 13, 2012 2:59:16 GMT
Mark had spent too much time securing the blade and he wasn't going to let some bandit take it from him, without a fight.
With a signal to his men to follow, he spurred his horse and charged the bandit leader, brandishing the sword high.
(OOC: Earlier I did say I had 100 men in my retinue to visit Hoel and that's what I'm working on, seeing that I haven't heard differently)
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 13, 2012 6:46:03 GMT
OOC - that's fine with me. Just remember you will lose at least a few of them to arrows.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 13, 2012 17:08:56 GMT
The bandit leader yelled out a command to his men.
"Loose!"
He turned and fled into the beginning of the forest. The outlaws were on foot. Meanwhile, a storm of arrows rained down upon Mark and his men.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 14, 2012 21:14:27 GMT
OOC - please post Mark's next actions and I will tell you how many of your men are shot in my next post. It won't be very many as you outnumber them significantly but I have to account for the archers Also I apologise for having initially forgotten that you had 100 men, I just really wanted to give you an event on your journey before you reach the king. Uneventful journeys are boring
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Post by King Mark of Cornwall on Jun 15, 2012 22:36:31 GMT
Mark cursed and pursued the outlaw leader as far as the edge of the forest. Realising the futility of trying to find the outlaw leader in the undergrowth of the forest especially on horseback and with the possibility of more archers arriving, he wheeled his horse back onto the road.
Whatever the case, the road was now clear. With a signal to his men, he spurred his horse down the road.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 15, 2012 22:42:03 GMT
Three of Mark's men had been fatally shot, two others had wounds that would heal. Everyone else, was, mercifully, unharmed. The young guide hurried up to the king.
"Oh, my lord, that was very scary! Father said he was robbed by bandits once, it must have been around this area. We haven't got very far to go though. I hope we won't see them again."
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