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@Monochromatic Rainbow *Cough*Cuir Bouilli and Maille here.*Cough*


Is that what it is called? Boiled leather and mail? Coolio.

Eadwig has the classic brigandine look.

Meanwhile, Tyaethe's armour corresponds to no century. Too overkill. Fantasy!


If it is going off of the Dark Souls armor in your bio. I think the helmet is a great helm, and the cuirass could be from the 15-1600s because it has the folded plates. I know there are some German examples of that. As for the sword it comes from a long history of legendary great swords that totally are not fantasy :P

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Has he accounted for the bandits potentially having bills to unseat him? Many a knight found out that being pulled from his horse and having a rondel shoved through his visor was a pretty sucky way to go.


He may have. I know he is one of the type who will wrestle during a melee and put a dagger into the armpit of an enemy. But regardless, I didn't plan to go through a battle post without there being casualties, and a billhook bandit would be a good way for one of the soldiers to go. I hope that despite the fact I am writing Eadwig as a planner doesn't come across as me writing him as some invincible Caesar who will go into battle with evenly stacked odds and not lose any men.

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Those would be remarkably prescient bandits...


It may not be. It might not necessarily be a billhook, it could also be a scythe or a war scythe. When I was doing research on pole arms I saw that when farmers were levied they would sometimes have their scythes reforged so the point went forward like a spear but it is still sometimes curved. So it can hook cavalry men off their horses.
Not necessarily. Just... I'm hoping that IC Eadwig is somewhat aware of how contrary to their situation it is to use horses xD


I plan to accommodate the difficulty of the terrain in my next post. I did detail that they are moving slowly through the forest in my post, and that they don't have much maneuverability because the horses need to find their footing. I have been off trail in a forest with a horse before, it is slow but not impossible to move. I think issues have arisen because there have been different descriptions of the forest so far and I have been fitting to those descriptions. Such as the camp being less wooded than the surrounding forest.

Eadwig knows it is difficult terrain, and as a character he believes the advantage of being on a horse outweighs the negatives, but that does not mean he won't change his mind if new information is presented. At present all he knows about the camp is from a scout who could only kinda see the camp. Perhaps the camp is harder to negotiate then he was led to believe, then he will dismount.

I want to point out that this is a character of habit. He is doing things he is used to doing, and what he is trained to do along with what he has trained others to do. If it turns out that these things have a negative effect in roleplay, then so be it. I expect if things go awry or don't work out or if he fucks up, then it will be handled in RP. I don't know if I appreciate being called out out of character for a decision my character has made.
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Everyone else in front of him was blatantly dismounted, it's a really thick forest, and it's sunset. Including characters he put in charge of cavalry...


Do you want me to erase my post?
It's harsh terrain and they can't move the horses very quickly until they are in more open land. Horses can ride through dense forest and undergrowth, but they move slowly because they need to find the right footing. Eadwig was not there when Fanilly told them to dismount, and as a character he sees being mounted as more advantageous than being unmounted. He is a stubborn old man.
The trees were growing tight. In the dusk, Philin’s eyes strained to see about him. The passage through the forest was tough negotiating, and his spotted palfrey found footing among the foliage at a slow pace.

“Of course they picked the hardest terrain for their camp,” the young man said to himself. These bandits had more sense than most, but that did not say much. Philin had only been with the Order for three years, and like most squires approaching knighthood, he was sometimes given scouting duty instead of maintaining the equipment or guarding the supply train. A proud smile creased his cheeks; it was a small that he did not take lightly.

Through the obscured woodland, he could see movement. Men and women in mismatched clothes and armor poured themselves over scraps of possessions stolen in their raids and robberies. King Jeremiah’s band was making out well for themselves, and the goods they collected were piled high outside of a large number of makeshift tents. His smile dropped. There were more bandits than he had anticipated; a couple hundred at the very least. They must have had equal or greater numbers than the Iron Roses, but the count was difficult through the trees and tents. The camp was fortified with a thin palisade of roughly hewn branches dug into the earth.

He whistled sharply, trotting away from the camp as fast as his horse could allow before a runner came upon him, “They have a weak palisade and a few hundred in their camp. Tell Sir Aethelmund that the forest thins within their camp, it’ll be easier for cavalry to move once inside.” He said to the runner who nodded in understanding before rushing off toward the main body of the right flank.

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Eadwig moved across the lines of soldiers with Marianne in tow. In front, fifteen archers stood in light leather and chain armor. They all wore swords or hand axes at their hips, and some even had round bucklers on their back. Behind them stood a line of fifteen pike men all armed with kite shields and fire hardened pikes with cruel iron points. With each unit of five, there was an official knight of the Roses to guide them. The right wing of the infantry was guarded by a dozen mounted knight and on the left another. The reserve backed them as ten strong split between mounted and infantry.

They were cut into small flanks for the attack, Eadwig knew, but he was a meticulous planner nonetheless. Tactics had saved his life and the life of many of his comrades in his years of service. When the bandit king Evan and his army of fifteen ambushed him and his five fellow knight, they had galloped ahead and spun around to launch a sortie in a formation so tight that their feet touched. When they hit the mass of confused bandits, their lances killed five of them and another three were trampled. The bandits had been routed before they fully realized what had occurred. It was not a singular experience either, small unit tactics had aided him in the early days of Phoran Cal’s rebellion and in devastating flanks during a number of foreign excursion wars.

“Sir Eadwig?” Dame Delacroix spoke up beside him, “Before we begin and I no longer have the luxury of asking . . . These pikes, are they efficient at removing men from their horses?”

The girl seemed prepared, and she was thinking of her command. Sir Aethelmund’s brow furrowed into deep canals masking his contentedness, “I see that your training has stuck with you,” he said brusquely, “Aye, the pikes can do that. Not as efficiently as lances mind you. You’ll need to be careful with your balance while using them.” Eadwig nodded over to the mounted soldiers Marianne would command, some among them held lances but they were the exception. “The plan is good. You should be able to break their morale quickly. Be careful while firing on horseback, these knights can shoot while in saddle, but few if any can while riding. Find a good place to fire where you cannot be overcome if you insist upon it.”

The runner came upon them quickly, “Sir! Philin has spotted the camp ahead.”

Eadwig narrowed his gaze, “Aye, what did he make of it?”

“There are a few hundred of them with palisades, and the camp is better for cavalry.”

“Is the rest of the forest as dense as this?”

“Nearabouts, yes. Horses’ll be slow going up until their camp.”

Sir Aethelmund tapped his reins. He had not expected the camp to be as fortified as that, “That will slow us, but most of the bandits will be engaged when we enter.” The man turned to the small supply wagon and called to the pages for ropes which were distributed among the Roses with haste. “The archers and the left and center pike will march down to the palisades diagonally toward Captain Danbalion and we will pull it down!” Aethelmund declared with a storm beneath his breath, “The left cavalry will ride in and strike the flank of the bandits rallying against our Captain before wheeling northward toward Sir Tiral’s forces while the infantry clears the camp toward the center.” A gauntleted hand pointed to the remaining pike men and Marianne’s cavalry. “The right pike will make for the palisades closer to the north flank and throw it down so that Dame Marianne may rush and harry those who stand against Sir Tiral. The pike shall reinforce her, but will leave space for the bandits to flee toward our flank.” He points to the reserve, “Sir Bernhard shall ensure they surrender instead of rally.”

Rolling his shoulders, rode up behind the units of pike men. The force moved slowly in the direction of the camp, and what they were unable to see the scouts would tell. They laid in wait fifty meters from the fortifications hidden by a copse of trees and dense brush, “Sir Tiral should give a signal when he is engages,” Sir Aethelmund spoke in a low voice to Marianne, “When he does this, I will signal us forward.” He pats a horn at the side of his horse. “Sir Tiral may have a different course of action however, wait on my signal, but once we are engaged the command and the decisions are yours.” He paused a moment, “If the terrain of the camp is too harsh, then dismount.”

Eadwig heaved his heater shield onto his arm, and a squire handed him a heavy lance. His heart longed for his voulge, the weapon for which he had made into his art. But today was on for swords and lances.

To Marianne he said, “Keep them alive, improvise, but always think two steps ahead.”

@harinezumikouken
Also... I have plans that so far no-one has even remotely guessed.


Is that so? Should be interesting then.
I'll probably have another post up tonight in the next hour or so.
And their king is actually a king, and the bandits in plate armor are actually the Royal Army of Velt, which we've just invaded by accident.

Oops?


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