Some time ago:Alexis stabbed the guardsman in the stomach and watched as he slumped over, almost as in disbelief. Around him the joint forces of himself and the general Drake wiped out the remaining Saracens. After that Arthur's men gave the Duke control of the city, as had been their agreement.
"Sir, the mosques are filled with Saracen loot. What do we do with it?"
Alexis turned to the soldier, a rookie. The young man suddenly remembered he was talking to a superior and tried to clumsily salute in his ill-fitting armour. The Duke sighed.
"Take the finest pieces of gold and send them to the King and the Pope. Burn the rest. They are tainted with heresy."
The present:The Pope was, naturally, pleased with the Duke's efforts. That much the letter told. What it didn't tell, however, was what kind of ship he was supposed to be receiving. It could be a maggot-filled floating wreck, as far as he knew. It might not even come! In fact, he had no idea that -
"Sir, a military ship is approaching port, saying they have something for you!"
Alexis nodded to his page, grabbed his sword and hurried downhill to the docks, where the men were already waiting around the arriving party. Sailors, naturally. They were bringing with them one of the most beautiful ships Alexis had ever seen.
"The
Angelo Blanche, sir. Treat her well."
"This ship... it is mine? But-"
"Greetings from the Pope, sir. Take care."
The sailors boarded a smaller, wearier boat and set off, leaving the Duke speechless on the docks.
The
Angelo Blanche, eh? What a fitting name for a vessel of justice.
Elsewhere:"Compliments of general Harkon, sir."
The sergeant's eyes widened as the mounts were led to the city. They were completely calm, despite the new place and it's unfamiliar smells. A fine breed, the sergeant reckoned. What he didn't understand was why a pack of mangy dogs they called his men were given such mounts: he didn't even know if the poor lads knew a horse from a cow. They'd learn, though. They'd learn if he had to beat it into every inch of their dirty hides.
A unit is trained at both cities. All dudes on Mold Shore load up onto the boat, and set sail westwards.
Duke Alexis III: 2/2/2/2/4/3 (7, -6)
Home Rocke [2]: (-6, -6)
Mold Shore [1]: (7, -6)
Alexis (1,-7) Cavalry Regulars Fanatic 100 None
Alexis (1,-7) Infantry Green Average 100 None
Anon Home Rocke Infantry Green Average 100 None