What misunderstanding was had? And we should perhaps write the lore of each faction if you're going to complain about people getting something you never said in public wrong...
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No, he sent a handmaiden to keep an eye on her.
He assigned her a weird handmaiden, of course she'll want to know who he is, she just got betrayed by her own people.
Read his CS, the guy is medieval batman.
Here are the characters of The Age of Blades:
Posted first character.
Amber nodded to the girl. "I believe I've met Lady Catryn before. An... honourable woman." She tried to recall her face. She thought she could see who it was, but then again she had always left social matters to her fathers. Her area was strategizing. Even Clovis had been surprised at her skill, and the man had perfectly coordinated her removal.
"Tell me, girl, could you do me a favour?" she asked. After hearing the response, she clarified. "If you have eyes around here, would you mind tailing that man there?" she whispered, carefully pointing to the man Gavin. "Do a poor duchess a favour," she added. One thing she'd learned from the spymaster was that the best spies are the ones you least expect.
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Tomas walked back from the armoury. On his belt a sword hung, sheathed in a leather scabbard decorated with ivy leaves and lace. He carried a naked longsword and axe in his other hand, for Amber. He'd ordered armour to be delivered to the both of them, and had slipped into a leather tabard. It fit him well, surprisingly, and he almost looked respectable in it. Almost.
He recalled the conversation he'd had with Joakim before heading off to the armoury. "You should've stayed to defend it," he'd said. "Aye, perhaps I should. But in times of peace, one slips out of guard. We weren't expecting it... Fuck it, I wasn't even dressed for battle. My calf's been lacerated." He'd replied, tapping his foot, and then wincing. "Nor any weapons. I saw a man, Amber's advisor, cut down men who had grown to respect him and Amber as if they were animals being put down. He ripped half of his "friend"'s face off when he tried to stop him. I won't rest easy or stop regretting that day until his blood runs down my sword and her arse replaces his on the throne. You can be sure of that," Joakim had then left.
On getting back in the hall he had a chance to withold all of it from a vantage point. The bricks contrasted to the wood of the rest of the city, and it was mostly torchlit. There weren't any silver candelabras, ostentatious paintings or other frivolities like in the Water Palace in his hometown, but it had a certain allure. A northern one, he thought. He spotted a young servant and took the cup she offered him. "If only this Forkish red were half as sweet as you," he said. This got a smile out of her. Finally.
He observed the newcomer Kaz. He was huge, far taller than Tomas (who was already fairly tall), and with a massive beard. He had a tribal look, with some tattoo on his face. Massive fur lined armour enveloped his titanic body and a longsword on his back. Tomas grinned. This could be a fearsome opponent. In his own halls he would have called the man, but as he was a guest he let Gregar handle the situation. A drip of red wine trickled down his chin.
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Clovis grinned. He'd just learnt a very valuable piece of information. Many lords in the north were willing to take back the Forklands. Excellent, he thought. All goes according to plan.
He looked down at the ruined hall. He looked down at his hand, which was slathered in blood. He clenched his fist. Now, all he needed to do was get to Joakim. He'd see how much brotherly love he had for Gregar, and how quickly it would take to bend him to betray his brother...
"Tell me, girl, could you do me a favour?" she asked. After hearing the response, she clarified. "If you have eyes around here, would you mind tailing that man there?" she whispered, carefully pointing to the man Gavin. "Do a poor duchess a favour," she added. One thing she'd learned from the spymaster was that the best spies are the ones you least expect.
----
Tomas walked back from the armoury. On his belt a sword hung, sheathed in a leather scabbard decorated with ivy leaves and lace. He carried a naked longsword and axe in his other hand, for Amber. He'd ordered armour to be delivered to the both of them, and had slipped into a leather tabard. It fit him well, surprisingly, and he almost looked respectable in it. Almost.
He recalled the conversation he'd had with Joakim before heading off to the armoury. "You should've stayed to defend it," he'd said. "Aye, perhaps I should. But in times of peace, one slips out of guard. We weren't expecting it... Fuck it, I wasn't even dressed for battle. My calf's been lacerated." He'd replied, tapping his foot, and then wincing. "Nor any weapons. I saw a man, Amber's advisor, cut down men who had grown to respect him and Amber as if they were animals being put down. He ripped half of his "friend"'s face off when he tried to stop him. I won't rest easy or stop regretting that day until his blood runs down my sword and her arse replaces his on the throne. You can be sure of that," Joakim had then left.
On getting back in the hall he had a chance to withold all of it from a vantage point. The bricks contrasted to the wood of the rest of the city, and it was mostly torchlit. There weren't any silver candelabras, ostentatious paintings or other frivolities like in the Water Palace in his hometown, but it had a certain allure. A northern one, he thought. He spotted a young servant and took the cup she offered him. "If only this Forkish red were half as sweet as you," he said. This got a smile out of her. Finally.
He observed the newcomer Kaz. He was huge, far taller than Tomas (who was already fairly tall), and with a massive beard. He had a tribal look, with some tattoo on his face. Massive fur lined armour enveloped his titanic body and a longsword on his back. Tomas grinned. This could be a fearsome opponent. In his own halls he would have called the man, but as he was a guest he let Gregar handle the situation. A drip of red wine trickled down his chin.
-----
Clovis grinned. He'd just learnt a very valuable piece of information. Many lords in the north were willing to take back the Forklands. Excellent, he thought. All goes according to plan.
He looked down at the ruined hall. He looked down at his hand, which was slathered in blood. He clenched his fist. Now, all he needed to do was get to Joakim. He'd see how much brotherly love he had for Gregar, and how quickly it would take to bend him to betray his brother...
What?
Yep, great post, it'll definitely move things along!
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