Post by Prinz Jostal Blod-Rand on Feb 20, 2012 15:20:30 GMT -4
Jostal looked out over Rafnborg, the Silver Raven Drott’s home and now, capital of the Northern Principality. It had been a few months since Jostal was crowned Prinz of the Warband. Jostal stood on a terrace on the southern wing of the Silver Raven’s Castle. He turned to look at the two Hersir only feet away, standing guard. Their eyes were alert, ready for anything. Lately, men in black with no banners, or markings had been trying to kill him. These Assassins were probably being sent by the Southwestern Jarl. Jarl Einarr had been outraged when Prinz Nafien and Prinz Rathis had chosen Jostal, a lower ranking Lord, to take their place upon their retirement. Jostal had also heard of similar situations in the southern Principality, but surely Einarr's influence wasn't that great.
"Alarm!" a watchman on the nearby castle tower yowled. He loosed a whistling arrow into the chest of a man on the roof just above the terrace Jostal was standing on. The man was in black leather with a black hood. He had an arrow knocked which quickly fell from his gloved hands as he crumpled around the arrow protruding from his chest. He was not alone. Two other leather-clad assassins stood to his right and left, with bows and arrows drawn. One was shooting back at the watchmen with the other loosing it directly at Jostal. Jostal lifted his shield and caught the arrow, causing it to ricochet up and glance off his helmet. He glanced back over the shield to see the man that had shot at him falling limply to the ground. Another Whistling arrow protruding from his chest, however the other assassin was taking aim and Jostal raised his shield again to block. As he blocked he glanced over towards the watchman that had saved his life to watch him fall from the tower, an arrow in his chest. Jostal's heart sank and then boiled with anger. The watchman would be given a hero's funeral. His two guards had moved to his side to help protect against the archer. It was only then Jostal heard the sound of scuffling feat behind him. He turned to see 3 hooded men clambering over the edge of the terrace. One had slipped and fallen.
The guard to his left laughed aloud. "What kind of weaklings are you, can’t even keep your feet!" The Hersir to his right hurled an axe at the archer on the roof, splitting the assassin's head at the nose. "Good distraction brother," he chuckled. "Your plan worked well your highness, but we were not expecting this many. This will be much more fun!" The hersir on his right, Fúsi, stepped toward the nearest assassin shield raised and sword high laughing as he cleaved the man's arm. Fúsi was a tall, gaunt, ghost of a man, with an incredible sense of humor and a vicious Castle stance. The Hersir to his left, Gansi, stepped in front of Jostal. "Do not waste your time on these weaklings your highness. They are not worthy to cross blades with you," Gansi said sternly. He was shorter than Jostal, but much, much wider. He was a very serious warrior, battle hardened and brutal. He never showed mercy in battle. As Jostal thought this, Gansi avoided and caught a thrust from one of the Assassins and crushed his skull with his shield. He had not even drawn his sword yet! Jostal's blood calmed a little as he watched his Hersir slaughter the assassins. At that moment the door to the terrace burst open.
"Your Highness! Are you all right!?" A blond haired man, barely 20 by the features under his helm, stood in the opening of the door with three other men behind him. One held a large great sword with a shield strapped to his back and the other two held smaller round shields, they all seemed out of breath. The heraldry on their shields marked them as Silver Raven. Recognition sparked in Jostal's mind. "Of course, Enepay," Jostal said, "It's a shame really, my Hersir didn't let me fight a single one." Gansi growled as Fúsi chuckled.
"Do not worry, your highness, there are many more!" panted Enepay. "The Castle is swarming with them."
"And my family?" Jostal said, suddenly concerned for his wife and children.
"They are safe, your highness, the Lady Aerrindis killed one of the bastards when they stormed her chambers. Put a dinner knife through his eye before we could get to them!"
Jostal imagined the ferocity the assassins met when confronting Lady Aerrindis with her cubs. Fusi must have been thinking the same thing as he chuckled, "That must have been a sight..."
Enepay's face grew a little paler, as did the rest of the men with him. “yeah, he was the lucky one…”
Jostal chuckled. "Alright, that is enough talk; there are men to slay and the glory of battle to be had!"
"Battle to be concluded at Welcrie Practice February 26th."
"Alarm!" a watchman on the nearby castle tower yowled. He loosed a whistling arrow into the chest of a man on the roof just above the terrace Jostal was standing on. The man was in black leather with a black hood. He had an arrow knocked which quickly fell from his gloved hands as he crumpled around the arrow protruding from his chest. He was not alone. Two other leather-clad assassins stood to his right and left, with bows and arrows drawn. One was shooting back at the watchmen with the other loosing it directly at Jostal. Jostal lifted his shield and caught the arrow, causing it to ricochet up and glance off his helmet. He glanced back over the shield to see the man that had shot at him falling limply to the ground. Another Whistling arrow protruding from his chest, however the other assassin was taking aim and Jostal raised his shield again to block. As he blocked he glanced over towards the watchman that had saved his life to watch him fall from the tower, an arrow in his chest. Jostal's heart sank and then boiled with anger. The watchman would be given a hero's funeral. His two guards had moved to his side to help protect against the archer. It was only then Jostal heard the sound of scuffling feat behind him. He turned to see 3 hooded men clambering over the edge of the terrace. One had slipped and fallen.
The guard to his left laughed aloud. "What kind of weaklings are you, can’t even keep your feet!" The Hersir to his right hurled an axe at the archer on the roof, splitting the assassin's head at the nose. "Good distraction brother," he chuckled. "Your plan worked well your highness, but we were not expecting this many. This will be much more fun!" The hersir on his right, Fúsi, stepped toward the nearest assassin shield raised and sword high laughing as he cleaved the man's arm. Fúsi was a tall, gaunt, ghost of a man, with an incredible sense of humor and a vicious Castle stance. The Hersir to his left, Gansi, stepped in front of Jostal. "Do not waste your time on these weaklings your highness. They are not worthy to cross blades with you," Gansi said sternly. He was shorter than Jostal, but much, much wider. He was a very serious warrior, battle hardened and brutal. He never showed mercy in battle. As Jostal thought this, Gansi avoided and caught a thrust from one of the Assassins and crushed his skull with his shield. He had not even drawn his sword yet! Jostal's blood calmed a little as he watched his Hersir slaughter the assassins. At that moment the door to the terrace burst open.
"Your Highness! Are you all right!?" A blond haired man, barely 20 by the features under his helm, stood in the opening of the door with three other men behind him. One held a large great sword with a shield strapped to his back and the other two held smaller round shields, they all seemed out of breath. The heraldry on their shields marked them as Silver Raven. Recognition sparked in Jostal's mind. "Of course, Enepay," Jostal said, "It's a shame really, my Hersir didn't let me fight a single one." Gansi growled as Fúsi chuckled.
"Do not worry, your highness, there are many more!" panted Enepay. "The Castle is swarming with them."
"And my family?" Jostal said, suddenly concerned for his wife and children.
"They are safe, your highness, the Lady Aerrindis killed one of the bastards when they stormed her chambers. Put a dinner knife through his eye before we could get to them!"
Jostal imagined the ferocity the assassins met when confronting Lady Aerrindis with her cubs. Fusi must have been thinking the same thing as he chuckled, "That must have been a sight..."
Enepay's face grew a little paler, as did the rest of the men with him. “yeah, he was the lucky one…”
Jostal chuckled. "Alright, that is enough talk; there are men to slay and the glory of battle to be had!"
"Battle to be concluded at Welcrie Practice February 26th."
