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[filiusenox]

Capital of Stormstead, Iron Hound.
Tess, thin and pale, barely healed from the sickness that wracked her body ages ago, tugged her cloak around herself tighter, red locks framing her face as she slowly ate the stew in bread, the warm broth sending warmth through her shivering form.

Lock, lithe and lean, relaxed on the other side of the table, grinning at his sister as she ate the second bowl of bread. Fingers wrapped around the handle of a mug, the other hand holding a scroll from a merchant Ril had made friends with when he was young, explaining the work he and her would be doing shortly. Then they pushed up, leaving the tavern after a moment, tugging the woolen cloaks around themselves tightly as they headed towards their loft, only hearing about Ril's death a week or two later, when a drunken hired mourner talked about his sparse internment in the Emanhilde Crypt and how she palmed a golden band from the corpse.


Meanwhile, in Donnerstein(?)

The blond girl grinned as her brother and father lifted the last trunk upon the wagon, shifting in her dress, watching out the window, deftly picking seeds from a wilted sunflower, putting them into a pouch, the glimmer of gold on her ring finger as she dropped the pouch into a nearby chest, looking about her, hand instinctively straying to hold her stomach.

Her other hand reached up to softly stroke the shattered amber bear her new husband had given her before setting off. It was a bloodstained old thing, looking for all the world like someone had tried to chop it in half, which would explain the thick scarring around his throat...


Stormstead, Marcent Manor

"I mean, it's quite silly for one to be afraid of a child." Raziel lightly berated the black and white, sleek cat that stood on the counter of his Stormstead residence, slowly flipping the eggs in the pan, dropping a thick chunk of lardy ham into the mix, pan sizzling and hissing as the lard browned itself. "It's the grown-ups that you have to look out for. They'll kill you quick. Children just tend to cuddle." he offered, dropping the barely-cooked eggs and ham on a plate for the cat to start eating.

"Now don't be so rude next time that family wishes to have dinner with us, or I'll slice your pork ration in half." His free hand scribbling out a note to himself while the bone spatula shifted and scraped, keeping the sweet-smelling, apple-smoked bacon from burning, quill scribbling over cheap parchment as he wrote a note to himself for later, reminding him to pick up more eggs, as well as to check the status of his new lands and title.

Examine Dechire, and the wealth and status of such a place.

[Tiruin]

"Perhaps you would need protection, Saer. Or maybe a few helping hands?" Renart said as he followed Talinth. "Levies from Northwatch and my personal guard are here in Stormstead, and I'd be loathe to send them back at a time like this. Ere the Spring, we shall all return regardless.

"But you are sure about your leads? Nothing I can contribute?"

[Sheb]

((PTW))

[Ardas]

Having apparently safely returned to Oathrbreaker with no issues, disband 2 of the 3 regiments before taxes need to be paid.
Train tactics.

424164 = 20

[Caellath]

"But you are sure about your leads? Nothing I can contribute?"

"There is nothing at the moment you may help me with, Marquis." Talinth answers with a smile at the lord of the lands his people lived in. He had the kind of energy in him that reminded the blacksmith of the King himself. Some members of the nobility really didn't try to constantly stab each other's back, and that was one of the men who seemed to trail that path.

And he was Marquis of Northwatch. Talinth was somewhat happy about the discovery his lord was actually a good man, even if sometimes problems caused by the weather and a sheer lack of luck toppled his image amidst the common people.

[Tiruin]

"Then if there is nothing I may do here, all I can give are my blessings to you, Saer Talinth. My landsmen are proud to have a dedicated man such as you.

"For now, Fare thee well." Renart said, clasping the man's shoulder before turning about and heading back to Northwatch along with his levies and Personal Guard.

Karas is in good hands, good connections, too.


The trip was an ardous one. The men and levies passed by mounds of piling snow, embittered by the cold around them. Renart clung to his cloak as he made sure his horse was well enough to carry him on. The banner of Northwatch came steadily over the lands, passing from Stormstead to Spirituaser and back to their home of Northwatch.

No casualties were had, but frostbite was aplenty and many men suffered from the onset of cold. It was good, that the granaries were established earlier this year. Renart hoped that the people had saved enough despite the current turmoil the realm was experiencing.

Still, it was good to see the new recruits for his Personal Guard refill the ranks. It was back to full strength!

Status update; how fares Northwatch? How much do I have now? [Don't forget that 180 crowns from the Cold Drake Hunt earlier]

[adwarf]

Trent drummed his fingers on the coarse table he used as a desk, on the other side a trio of men stood talking one at a time, they were the leaders of the border scouts this year. As they finished he nodded his head, and spoke up

"I agree, now that Winter has fallen its far to dangerous to send men all the way to patrol the borders, but its also to dangerous for any real threat to march from the North. I doubt the Haegar would be so stupid to march in blinding blizzards even if there home has similar conditions, until spring all patrols to the border are called back to patrol around Northwatch."

"These patrols are to have three men added to each, and they are to move from village to village in the surrounding lands, never moving farther from a village then they have to."

Turning to a grizzled man standing off to the side he continued,

"Jefred I want the best archers from the Band to aid the hunters, a fourth of the Band shall do training drills, another fourth will aid with the watch already here in Northwatch. One fourth shall go about clearing out forests, and copses of trees till there is a gap of two-hundred paces between the walls, and the forest. That fourth will also carry out my plans for fortifying the surrounding area. The rest shall have rest and do only light training."

Looking to the three men he gave them each a sharp nod, a signal of dismissal of which they returned and left the room, turning back to Jefred he started up again.

"My plan for improving our position is this, I want two rows of dry ditches dug one hundred paces from the wall, those are to be filled with stakes made from the logging. Between those two rows I want thirty paces of open land, behind the pits I want wooden palisades erected, and makeshift drawbridges made to bridge the ditch."

"Other then that I now declare two edicts, the first shall be that all villages surrounding Northwatch are hereby required to erect a wooden palisade around them, if need be men will be dispatched to aid in creation of one such structure. The second is that all villages are hereby required to have a standing militia of at least 1/50th their population in case of emergencies, if need be men will also be dispatched to train them."

Pull back all scouts from the border and have them follow above scouting orders.
Order the Band to carry out the above work regime.
Order the creation of the Venture Defense Edicts as outlined above.
Trent shall Train Archery.

[Azthor]

Rakom heads back to Spirituaser heavily escorted and asks for a report on the duchy's status, both official and extra-official. Do the same for Lorvese.

[Dragor23]

Theor stood with the army ahead of Westwatch and was not very amused by the fact, that he couldn't cross the bridge. "Grrr... THis is bollocks." The only possibility now was the bridge of Lovrese... But he would lose even more time. Outrageous. "Damn this winter and why is every bridge in this kingdom destroyed! Grrr..."

Go to Lovrese and cross the Arendalis there.
Hunt the warbands in Arbovent after that.

[filiusenox]

Duc Marcant de Dechire adjusted the bindings of his shirt, the ties pulling the other parts  together until it looked vaguely like formal wear, albeit made of black-dyed leather and buckled together with thick straps. He didn't bother with a hat, ruffling his black-blue hair, staring into the copper mirror, before turning, heading out into the streets of Stormstead, a single blade strapped to the small of his back in a thin leather sheathe, the pommel studded with a single, blood-red ruby, plated with thin gold leaf.

It took him a little while of walking, face blank as always, before he arrived at the Palace, introducing himself to a guard and waiting for a while, hands flexing in his gloves behind his back as his eyes drifted slowly.

Meet with the Regent.

[Ardas]

The fire was roaring, and Regent was sat in front of it, dressed in thick woolen clothes. He hated winter, he could never get warm enough. Even Arborvent was frozen, apparently.

He was infomred of an arrival of a man from Dechire. The barons finally madde up their mind, it seemed.
Edgard stood up and turned to his guest.
"Please enter. Wine, beer or maybe something to eat? This cold really drains one's strength..."

He then offered him a chair next to the fireplace. He sat down back in his chair.
"Now, I hear that you are the person that the barons raised to the position of the duc. Tell me, are you willing to accept my authority as Regent? We have many worrying reports form all over the place, so I need to be sure of the men under my command."

[filiusenox]

Marcant didn't even shiver in the cold air, he crossed his legs and gave a single nod to the Regent, finger's steepling in his lap as he sat on one of the offered chairs. His eyes, electric blue, lingered on Edgard for a few moments, before he spoke with deliberateness, calmness and a slight tone that bordered on the disrespectfully bored.

"I assure you that I accept the authority of your regency for however long it may last, until death or otherwise."

[Ardas]

"Very well then. I do nt know what skills you posess, but Dechire was originally planned to be the main naval base for the kingdom.... as you see, that did not come to pass. Would you be interested in taking up that job or should i look for someone else?"

[filiusenox]

Marcant gave a simple shrug of thin shoulders, his eyes never leaving Edgard.

"I wouldn't be against it."

[Ardas]

"In that case, i will name you our new Lord admiral. We have no ships to speak of, but as sson as they are ready, I will hand over their command to you."

Edgard looked carefully at the man, his gaze piercing through Regent's face..
"Is there anything you want to ask me... or is there that Dechire lords wanted to say to me?"