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The Black Knight did little to Draw Gavin's attention. He despite his armor he still was a simple sell-sword, many looked down on them, mistrusted them and for good reason. Sell-swords have been known to betray the people who paid them for more gold. That was something Telth couldn't stand for, assassins were a small group. Your word meant everything, the contract meant everything. If you couldn't be trusted to keep your contracts, you wouldn't get any. Mind you as soon as the job was done, so were all loyalties with the person. If you had a contract on him after the fact...bad day for him. The black night kept his word, fought against the north and now at the end of his contract with the south he was here. To many that was distasteful, to Telth that showed character.
Soon the foreigner came up though, talking with the bravado you would expect for a Warrior. Telth watched him, he was in the back cornor of the room remaining unnoticed as he liked it. The way he moved and dressed, you could tell politics meant little to him. Though from his armor this Hesh was more Civilized then the barbarians that seemed to separate the two nations. He kept his armor polished with pride, though unlike the knights, he assumed the man did it all him self. Telth did the same, bringing weapons wouldn't be un-usual, but his personal weapons were more, unique. Plus he didn't really trust others to maintain his gear. He kept an eye on that man watching him. That smile though, cold, calculated,....and murderous. Telth smiled back, he doubted the man could see it. His own expression was less, but at the same time it was more. That cold emotionless gaze, like death. It was a half smile and looked of man not stranger to killing with out hesitation. Knights learned to fight most of there lives, but unlike them he and this man learned to kill with out mercy, with out remorse. Telth liked this man, He wanted to kill this man. He was the only person in this castle that would give him a challenge.
That moment was over very quickly, only lasting a second, and Gavin smiled his hearty warming smile once more remembering where he was, luckily everyone was focused on the events in the center of the room and even then nobody paid any mind to the servant who was off to the side simply directing other servants. Soon though he was speaking to another servant as she had returned from outside the castle. She wasn't one of his, his own people were still there 'entertaining' the men, but she had useful information none the less. He didn't even have to ask either, she started gossiping like the servants did as soon as she was back.
Joakim came up to him though as he smiled and laughed "Oh and what would that stable boy who has been trying to woe you think of that" he said as she blushed bright red and Gavin laughed. Looking to Joakim "Work to be done Ansie, back to it" he said as she bowed to Joakim and wondered off. Telth was always taught to learn from every position. There were simply some things that couldn't be taught, since working here Gavin has learned how to maneuver through gossip, a skill he would of never had otherwise. "Of course m'lord" He said as he clasped his hands behind his back and fallowed him leaving the hall and fallowing him to his bedroom. Once inside Gavin turned and locked the door, best to not have anybody coming in un-announced. Taking a seat he droped the guise of Gavin. His face was fell flat, his smile gone. Nothing like the killer he showed earlier, those cold death like eyes of his were something he always had once Gavin was gone.
"Not enough, we had roughly seven thousand when we started this war, we are down to just below five now. The individual lords had less, but combined to roughly ten thousand, of those there is roughly eight thousand left. Though the ranks should be filled some, maybe three thousand were in reserves to defend the holds and train more. Also, you could always send out a call to war. They will be lightly trained, but they will make bodies to fill out the rank, that will make them more expendable. He paused for a moment, Telth held little value to human life, everyone had a price tag on them. "Most are still marching back, heading to their own holds. The lords only brought a small amount with them here, mostly personal guard"
"As for the Harrighfields, there position is strong. There coup was fast and strong, they knew where to strike and how to finish it quickly" No doubt Clovis's doing. "Any supporters to the late duke are dead or hiding for there lives." That deadly smile returned to his face "As for the warriors" he leaned forward "my own people are still with them, but what I learned from the others that have returned. They came from Hesh, a kingdom beyond the tundra of the north past the barbarian tribes. I don't have exact numbers yet, but they are conquerors, a tide of an ever expanding kingdom. he took a moment to collect his thoughts "They however do not seem very forth coming about about there lands however. He looked out the window "Their long march makes them weary, as they were a bit...withdrawn. My own people have ways of getting information so when they return in the morning I should have real information. He stood up as he smiled "you would be wise to keep your blade close." He clasped his hands behind his back as he normally did. Bringing his arms back around he held two daggers in them as he twirled those blades of his "You should probably keep more then that as well, I have offered it before, but I can have armor and clothes with places to hide weapons made" Soon enough he put his arms back behind his back and smiled returning to Gavin "Unless you have further need of me my young lord, I must be off to my last night of my honorable duties." He said with a bit of sarcasm as he walked to leave the room and return to his duties.
Soon the foreigner came up though, talking with the bravado you would expect for a Warrior. Telth watched him, he was in the back cornor of the room remaining unnoticed as he liked it. The way he moved and dressed, you could tell politics meant little to him. Though from his armor this Hesh was more Civilized then the barbarians that seemed to separate the two nations. He kept his armor polished with pride, though unlike the knights, he assumed the man did it all him self. Telth did the same, bringing weapons wouldn't be un-usual, but his personal weapons were more, unique. Plus he didn't really trust others to maintain his gear. He kept an eye on that man watching him. That smile though, cold, calculated,....and murderous. Telth smiled back, he doubted the man could see it. His own expression was less, but at the same time it was more. That cold emotionless gaze, like death. It was a half smile and looked of man not stranger to killing with out hesitation. Knights learned to fight most of there lives, but unlike them he and this man learned to kill with out mercy, with out remorse. Telth liked this man, He wanted to kill this man. He was the only person in this castle that would give him a challenge.
That moment was over very quickly, only lasting a second, and Gavin smiled his hearty warming smile once more remembering where he was, luckily everyone was focused on the events in the center of the room and even then nobody paid any mind to the servant who was off to the side simply directing other servants. Soon though he was speaking to another servant as she had returned from outside the castle. She wasn't one of his, his own people were still there 'entertaining' the men, but she had useful information none the less. He didn't even have to ask either, she started gossiping like the servants did as soon as she was back.
Joakim came up to him though as he smiled and laughed "Oh and what would that stable boy who has been trying to woe you think of that" he said as she blushed bright red and Gavin laughed. Looking to Joakim "Work to be done Ansie, back to it" he said as she bowed to Joakim and wondered off. Telth was always taught to learn from every position. There were simply some things that couldn't be taught, since working here Gavin has learned how to maneuver through gossip, a skill he would of never had otherwise. "Of course m'lord" He said as he clasped his hands behind his back and fallowed him leaving the hall and fallowing him to his bedroom. Once inside Gavin turned and locked the door, best to not have anybody coming in un-announced. Taking a seat he droped the guise of Gavin. His face was fell flat, his smile gone. Nothing like the killer he showed earlier, those cold death like eyes of his were something he always had once Gavin was gone.
"Not enough, we had roughly seven thousand when we started this war, we are down to just below five now. The individual lords had less, but combined to roughly ten thousand, of those there is roughly eight thousand left. Though the ranks should be filled some, maybe three thousand were in reserves to defend the holds and train more. Also, you could always send out a call to war. They will be lightly trained, but they will make bodies to fill out the rank, that will make them more expendable. He paused for a moment, Telth held little value to human life, everyone had a price tag on them. "Most are still marching back, heading to their own holds. The lords only brought a small amount with them here, mostly personal guard"
"As for the Harrighfields, there position is strong. There coup was fast and strong, they knew where to strike and how to finish it quickly" No doubt Clovis's doing. "Any supporters to the late duke are dead or hiding for there lives." That deadly smile returned to his face "As for the warriors" he leaned forward "my own people are still with them, but what I learned from the others that have returned. They came from Hesh, a kingdom beyond the tundra of the north past the barbarian tribes. I don't have exact numbers yet, but they are conquerors, a tide of an ever expanding kingdom. he took a moment to collect his thoughts "They however do not seem very forth coming about about there lands however. He looked out the window "Their long march makes them weary, as they were a bit...withdrawn. My own people have ways of getting information so when they return in the morning I should have real information. He stood up as he smiled "you would be wise to keep your blade close." He clasped his hands behind his back as he normally did. Bringing his arms back around he held two daggers in them as he twirled those blades of his "You should probably keep more then that as well, I have offered it before, but I can have armor and clothes with places to hide weapons made" Soon enough he put his arms back behind his back and smiled returning to Gavin "Unless you have further need of me my young lord, I must be off to my last night of my honorable duties." He said with a bit of sarcasm as he walked to leave the room and return to his duties.
Yea he pretty much told her that she was useless and nothing more then burden they didn't need.
so...lady did Amber simply have no reaction to being so...well just out right insulted
So...that is a thing...
Walking away from the Saloon through that dusty path, trying to get a sense of the place. He could feel the corruption, the evil, but there was something else under. It was burried under the corruption though. More so, how did a place like this grow so large with out him noticing. The boy who started the confrontation came up behind him, weather or not he could handle himself wasn't really the question. "Nice wet work, but I needed one alive. You mind telling me who you are?" He needed a body though, and this seemed as good of a time as any to get one, of course that wasn't really something you just told another. He knew a man named Briar was in charge of the outlaws, his own investigation told him that. Now would be a good time to fill in the gaps "What can you tell me about Briar, and his gang? and Why are they so bold? Where is the real law around here? or are they to incompetent?." He drew on that cigar of his before taking it out of his mouth to ash it.
I would have to know what kind honestly. I would prefer to shy away from the more Fantasy based ones, seeing as they would be practically extinct and any trace of them wiped out thousands of years ago. The world is some what based in real world, think like the show supernatural but set in the old west. So I would be more open to old Germanic and Celtic lore, I believe they were more neutral. Most lore kind of conflicts on the issue to be honest, some times they harm people, other times they help. Only real standered is that they are arcane in nature, mostly focused around health, so if some one suddenly got better "the elves have blessed them" or fell with a bad sickness "the elves have cursed them" kind of sort. Though I'll let you have creative licence in that regard, though. As long as it's less of a "race" and more of a type of mythical creature...if that makes any sense to you lol
Yea I spent three weeks in a hospital bed...so boring, nothing to do but to watch TNT all day, supernatural in the morning, bones in the afternoon and Castle in the evening lol
After greeting Gregar, the lady Rossric and the other woman he walked with them to the keep. Soon he lead them to there rooms, Lady Rossric was in a good enough position that Gavin would to see to her himself. Nodding to her when she asked for a room for her brother. After they were settled he moved back returning to his young lord as he found him in the hall. Keeping back he smiled "seems you are no longer lord regent. Guess you won't be bothered by pestering servants any longer." Gavin knew how much Joakim hated the servants always informing him of things, but as lord regent he needed to be informed of things. He smiled "A win for us both, now I don't have to listen to your constant complaining about it." He smiled weather or not Joakim complained he often found it fun to poke a stick at the young lord, though he spoke softly enough so nobody could hear.
Soon enough though they had come to joining in the great hall. He wasn't all that surprised to learn that the strange woman was the Lady Brier. He heard of her death, but at the same time he had reports on the contrary. Nothing concrete but it was enough to make him question. After there little introduction soon they were all moving up to the tables, Gregar addressing his bannermen, going on with this little ceremony, Telth found these things pointless. Bannermen meant that they wouldn't betray you as long as they didn't have the diplomatic and political standing to do so. It was fickle thing the "oaths" of these noblemen. Many of them looked down on Telth and others like him as they saw him as nothing more then a necessary evil. At the same time at least you knew where you stood with him, he cared little for political manners and social standings, it all came down to one thing: Coin.
Hearing of Lady Rossric's situation was old news to Telth, though now the lady was here he would have to take extra precautions. The world of Assassins and spys was a small one. Everybody knew of everybody, but few knew each others faces. Clovis was a good spymaster, and officially Winterhouse had no spymaster, un-officially though Telth filled that position, which worked to their advantage. He would be sure to make it difficult, spread rumors that Rossric was here, or there. Though at this time he wouldn't do anything until he had a chance to speak to Jakim in private. For now though Gavin had matters to attend to.
As they all sat and drank Gavin was directing most of the servants, Soon he found Lidia, he had a Job for her. She was a sweet girl and a gentle one. Soft spoken, he smiled as he sent her off, she was to assist Lady Brier anyway she could and act as her handmaiden. For Rossric he had some one else in mind, Jessica. She used to work in the brothels, but she had made her self some one Gavin could use. More over she was some one who helped keep him informed. Soon the woman walked up to Amber pouring her wine "Good Evening m'lady, I am Jessica. I'm to be your handmaiden for your stay here in the whitelands" She wouldn't so much spy on her as he wanted some one close to her how knew how to spot other things. Gavin had to act fast positioning his own people however, with the return of Gregar, that also meant some of the senior servants have also returned, for now he was still in charge. But in the morning he would 'turn-over' informing them of changes, new people, and current matters, and after that the running of servants would no longer be his job. Joakim was the only reason it was, him being lord regent, but now Greagar was officially the Duke. Gavin was relived, this was the last night he would be directing the servants, he didn't hate the positions, he was even good at it. But after the night he would simply be Joakim's personal assistant once more, well in the eyes of the public at least.
However soon the black knight who had been lurking in the back was called forward, meating with a bit of hostility, by Joakim most of all. It was that moment that Gavin was reminded that as grown up as Joakim seemed at times, he was still a young man, and was such was prone to such out burst. He wondered if he was that way at his age for a moment, but it seemed Gregar was able to ease his younger brother. The hall seemed to be paused, many of the servants standing in there spots, maybe urging Joakim to keep his real sword wasn't the wisest of ideas, but at the same time...this was entertaining to Telth.
Soon enough though they had come to joining in the great hall. He wasn't all that surprised to learn that the strange woman was the Lady Brier. He heard of her death, but at the same time he had reports on the contrary. Nothing concrete but it was enough to make him question. After there little introduction soon they were all moving up to the tables, Gregar addressing his bannermen, going on with this little ceremony, Telth found these things pointless. Bannermen meant that they wouldn't betray you as long as they didn't have the diplomatic and political standing to do so. It was fickle thing the "oaths" of these noblemen. Many of them looked down on Telth and others like him as they saw him as nothing more then a necessary evil. At the same time at least you knew where you stood with him, he cared little for political manners and social standings, it all came down to one thing: Coin.
Hearing of Lady Rossric's situation was old news to Telth, though now the lady was here he would have to take extra precautions. The world of Assassins and spys was a small one. Everybody knew of everybody, but few knew each others faces. Clovis was a good spymaster, and officially Winterhouse had no spymaster, un-officially though Telth filled that position, which worked to their advantage. He would be sure to make it difficult, spread rumors that Rossric was here, or there. Though at this time he wouldn't do anything until he had a chance to speak to Jakim in private. For now though Gavin had matters to attend to.
As they all sat and drank Gavin was directing most of the servants, Soon he found Lidia, he had a Job for her. She was a sweet girl and a gentle one. Soft spoken, he smiled as he sent her off, she was to assist Lady Brier anyway she could and act as her handmaiden. For Rossric he had some one else in mind, Jessica. She used to work in the brothels, but she had made her self some one Gavin could use. More over she was some one who helped keep him informed. Soon the woman walked up to Amber pouring her wine "Good Evening m'lady, I am Jessica. I'm to be your handmaiden for your stay here in the whitelands" She wouldn't so much spy on her as he wanted some one close to her how knew how to spot other things. Gavin had to act fast positioning his own people however, with the return of Gregar, that also meant some of the senior servants have also returned, for now he was still in charge. But in the morning he would 'turn-over' informing them of changes, new people, and current matters, and after that the running of servants would no longer be his job. Joakim was the only reason it was, him being lord regent, but now Greagar was officially the Duke. Gavin was relived, this was the last night he would be directing the servants, he didn't hate the positions, he was even good at it. But after the night he would simply be Joakim's personal assistant once more, well in the eyes of the public at least.
However soon the black knight who had been lurking in the back was called forward, meating with a bit of hostility, by Joakim most of all. It was that moment that Gavin was reminded that as grown up as Joakim seemed at times, he was still a young man, and was such was prone to such out burst. He wondered if he was that way at his age for a moment, but it seemed Gregar was able to ease his younger brother. The hall seemed to be paused, many of the servants standing in there spots, maybe urging Joakim to keep his real sword wasn't the wisest of ideas, but at the same time...this was entertaining to Telth.
Drifter could smell something on the air, a human, at least thought it was a human. Something seemed odd about it, but he didn't have time to investigate. More were coming, a woman on a horse seemed to be out front of the group though. Kneeling down he focused on her so he could get a closer look. Sighing though he slinked back and away. He started moving much quicker heading towards the center of town, though jumping from roof to roof. He took an odd root, moving skirting around the edges as he moved down lower as well. This way he would lose any one fallowing him. He let more of the demon leak out however, soon coming across a ravager. It looked up at him, stared a him as Drifter stood there staring back. From the low level demons like this there was a 'be and let be' they saw him as a greater demon, at least greater then them, as long as he left them alone they tended to leave him be as well. Which at this moment was the wisest choice. He looked towards the tower as the two parted ways. It didn't take long for him to arrive at the edge of it, standing on a roof top looking at the small gathering, cursing some as he looked at the juggernaut. It was good he didn't kill that demon, as soon as he did the demon horde would rush towards him. If a human kills a demon, it was just a human and demon doing what they do. If he did, he was encroaching on another demons claims, challenging the alpha.
As he stood on the edge of the building he looked at the small horde and the juggernaut. The Juggernaut looked right back at him, soon it started to thrash about, slamming it's 'sword' on the ground. It was daring him to come forth, asserting it's authority over this husk of a town as it's dominion. Usually he would use this to his advantage, challenge the strongest to for leader ship and the rest would leave them to fight. Then he could turn on the rest of them and slaughter them with the best out of the way, but now, the fight would take to long. The others would be here before it was done and by that time he would look much less human when they arrived. Something he didn't care to have to explain.
Turning his back he moved away, further from the town center as he kept skirting around around the edges. He kept to shadows now, and soon was hiding his presence, pushing his energy down as he stayed inside of a room. Moving he sat down in a chair 'shadowmane' he called out to his horse 'move closer, stay on the outskirts of the town' soon he closed his eyes as he could sense and smell the magic moving closer. Even that strange presence was close by as he rested for a moment. He would wait till nightfall before moving out again, not wishing to make himself known just yet, as long as they didn't need him.
As he stood on the edge of the building he looked at the small horde and the juggernaut. The Juggernaut looked right back at him, soon it started to thrash about, slamming it's 'sword' on the ground. It was daring him to come forth, asserting it's authority over this husk of a town as it's dominion. Usually he would use this to his advantage, challenge the strongest to for leader ship and the rest would leave them to fight. Then he could turn on the rest of them and slaughter them with the best out of the way, but now, the fight would take to long. The others would be here before it was done and by that time he would look much less human when they arrived. Something he didn't care to have to explain.
Turning his back he moved away, further from the town center as he kept skirting around around the edges. He kept to shadows now, and soon was hiding his presence, pushing his energy down as he stayed inside of a room. Moving he sat down in a chair 'shadowmane' he called out to his horse 'move closer, stay on the outskirts of the town' soon he closed his eyes as he could sense and smell the magic moving closer. Even that strange presence was close by as he rested for a moment. He would wait till nightfall before moving out again, not wishing to make himself known just yet, as long as they didn't need him.
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