(023) Breakfast at Saxxon's

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Thu May 05, 2011 1:27 pm

waysoftheearth wrote:
The company are busy discussing supplies and directions for the day, picking their teeth, and strapping on sword belts and coats of mail when there comes suddenly from the direction of the gate and great clanging racket.

"Hail the keep!" bellows a rough voice, the clanging against the portcullis continuing unabated.

"Answer to me, you sorry wretch!"

Clang! Clang! Clang! Someone must be all but shaking the portcullis. And then the gruff voice yells:

"Get that rubble moved, imbeciles!"

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Thu May 05, 2011 5:28 pm

tombowings wrote:
Pelenwin grabs hold of his pole axe, and moves towards the sound of the voices, although not into clear view.

"What have we hear," Pelenwin growls, "the sons of teeth and wenches? Make ready for war boys; all fifty archers to the walls!"

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Thu May 05, 2011 6:42 pm

Professor P wrote:
KOCH quickly attaches his spear to his pack and puts his pack on. He then dons his helmet, loads his sling and grabs his shield.

KOCH is ready to attack or flee depending on the circumstances.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Thu May 05, 2011 7:23 pm

verhaden wrote:
Mads the Fair

Mads rouses as if from stupor, and grabs his gear. "Let's not let on that we're in control of the ground level."

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Thu May 05, 2011 10:50 pm

waysoftheearth wrote:
"There's no danger of that," grumbles Victor, quickly tightening the last buckles of his mail shirt and then finding his axe and crossbow.

Neither Ulric nor Highbough have yet completed their morning studies.

Everyone is still in the mess hall.

The new-comers are (presumably) beyond the front gate.

What now?

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Thu May 05, 2011 11:09 pm

tonneau wrote:
Gustave hastens the fitting of his soiled armour and equipment.

"Ah, and I used to love mornings", he observes.

"Alas dear fellows, it would seem that we need no longer seek trouble as it has come to us."

"Perhaps I should go parley with them or....it?"

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Thu May 05, 2011 11:16 pm

mushgnome wrote:

waysoftheearth wrote:
Neither Ulric nor Highbough have yet completed their morning studies.

Highbough will continue to go about his morning routine unless (or until?) the situation outside takes a turn for the worse.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Fri May 06, 2011 11:02 am

tonneau wrote:
Hearing no word of protest from his fellows, Gustave adjusts his coiffure, sheaths his blade and, pausing only to grin at his companions and utter, "I will try to buy us some time, wish me luck", steps through the door into the courtyard.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Fri May 06, 2011 11:59 am

waysoftheearth wrote:
Gustave, looking rather haggard in truth, primps himself as well as he can before striding out into the muddy courtyard. Pelenwin follows at a distance with his pole-axe grasped firmly in his mitts, staying well out of sight of the gate.

Clang! Clang!

By the Jeez it is chilly out of doors this morning! There is a white frost on even the mud and the air has an icy edge to it -- only now do the Men realise how warm their overnight fire has kept them.

"Move it, maggots!" commands the gruff voice, and there are mutterings of numerous other voices to be heard. And the banging of metal against metal.

Gustave marches up to the front gate, his boots squelching deeply into the cold mud and hoarfrost. It is but a dozen strides before he sees clearly what all the racket is about.

The portcullis is lowered awkwardly in the gate arch -- or rather "fallen" from the arch it seems, along with a decent tumble of boulders the size of a Man's chest which now serve to block the arch way quite satisfactorily.

However, on the other side of the gate are a company of soldiery, hunched over, loping fellows with a yellowish tinge to their long fingered hands, and long black nails too. They labour swiftly at clearing the fallen rocks as their Captain -- a huge brute of the same yellowish breed -- orders them on as he bangs a curved edged axe against the iron bars impatiently.

The Captain spots Gustave right away and bawls "What 'ave we 'ere? One of Saxxon's worms I don't doubt? Come to plead for 'is pathetic Master, eh? Well it won't do 'im no good -- not this time!"

Most of the rubble is already cleared away from the outside...

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Fri May 06, 2011 3:01 pm

danhem wrote:
"I still have my spells of slumber and flame," Ulric says rising from a stool. "I may be able to decimate their numbers allowing you all to finish them off if Gustave is not able to negotiate. Perhaps some of those of you with bows can man the walls?"

With that Ulric straps on his sword and daggers and heads out into the cold to join Gustave and Pelenwin at the gate.