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Post by Luceon Cornelys on Nov 20, 2014 0:58:44 GMT
The Ashen Band has been hired to defend the city of Lyrica from northern invaders. The force is spread out in a long column.
The horse of Lewyn Longlance lead riding slowly in the mid morning light.
Next in line is the infantry of Saera Malorian.
Next in the the marching order is Jano Turott's infantry.
The supplies, noncombatants and and the Archers march at the middle of the order.
Next in the line is Captain Faerun and his personal guard. The captain's hawk eyes never stop studying the trees on either side of the road.
The last unit of infantry marches next, lead by Viseryes the Fair.
In the rear are the second unit of horse is in the rear. They screen south looking for any surprise attack.
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Post by Ibbit Jib on Nov 20, 2014 1:55:05 GMT
IbbIt Jib walks along with the rest of the personal guard surrounding the captain, every so often he is reminded to keep walking forward by one of his compatriots by a nudge in his back or a tap on his shoulder.
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Post by Jano Turott on Nov 20, 2014 11:45:09 GMT
Jano marched side by side with his men, Lysander right behind him, he could have gone on horse but if his men walked he would walk.
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Post by Luceon Cornelys on Nov 20, 2014 15:46:43 GMT
Suddenly the trumpets next to the Captain blare into life. The Ashen Band has been trained to take simple commands from the music.
In their musical language the horns give simple commands. infantry:defensive perimeter; horsemen:return; archers; deploy east and west
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Post by Lewyn Longlance on Nov 20, 2014 23:16:56 GMT
Lewyn enjoyed taking the lead -- there the air was clear, not choked with the dust kicked up from countless feet and hooves trodding over the road. He had seen nothing towards the front, but the trees to either side of the road gave ample cover to hide an ambushing force. Lewyn raises his hand, issuing a command to his own men, and his horsemen trot down the column toward its center where the Captain's personal guard is deployed.
"Captain," Lewyn's eyes flash eagerly as he peers into the treeline. "Have we made contact? Orders?"
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Post by Saera Malorian on Nov 21, 2014 0:02:03 GMT
Though she commanded the infantry, Saera preferred to ride Andraste on the march and dismount only when it was time to camp or to enter combat. She rather liked the fact that her men were first among the infantry on this particular march. She knew her men were professional enough to obey their orders and trusted them to undertake the defensive role yet she called orders to clarify the position. She ordered one of her men to return to the captain and seek further details about their possible enemy, while she ordered her men to form a double line of defense to protect the noncombatant members of the band.
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Post by Valea Urqhuari on Nov 21, 2014 1:04:12 GMT
Valea marched along with Draconis. Hearing their command, she looked at Draconis,"Take your section of archers deploying to the East, I will take the rest to the West."
"I know that your understand the task, I don't have to explain anymore to you." Even though they did not seem to close, Valea grasped his arm in a salutory fashion,"Stay sharp and we shall toast our victory later." Giving her order, Valea departed to establish her archers on their western route.
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Post by Lysander Rogare on Nov 21, 2014 3:35:35 GMT
Lysander walked a few steps behind Jano. He privately thought that travelling by horse would have been far more prudent, allowing the commander to see trouble from a more elevated position, but the commander preferred to be with the men and move by foot.
Somewhat enviously, he stared up ahead at the distant figure of the other commander of the infantry, Saera Malorian, clearly visible atop her horse.
Every once in a while, he dropped back amongst the men, encouraging them with a willing smile and a joke.
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Post by Luceon Cornelys on Nov 21, 2014 3:57:22 GMT
Lewyn enjoyed taking the lead -- there the air was clear, not choked with the dust kicked up from countless feet and hooves trodding over the road. He had seen nothing towards the front, but the trees to either side of the road gave ample cover to hide an ambushing force. Lewyn raises his hand, issuing a command to his own men, and his horsemen trot down the column toward its center where the Captain's personal guard is deployed. "Captain," Lewyn's eyes flash eagerly as he peers into the treeline. "Have we made contact? Orders?" Faerun did not look at Lewyn, his eye on the movement of the men. "If we were truly under attack this reaction would be most disappointing. Look how slow those Lines are forming. Your men had no urgency. Those Archers are walking to their lines." He spat with disgust, but his eyes did not move from the study of his soldiers. |
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Post by Lewyn Longlance on Nov 21, 2014 5:18:45 GMT
"Got here quick enough," Lewyn opined a little sulkily. "Captain," he added after some time. He motioned for his cavalrymen to face eastward in a compact fist, leaving the western approach for Qaeyn's unit.
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Post by Luceon Cornelys on Nov 21, 2014 17:42:55 GMT
Faerun pointed out to the infantry and archers. "Tell me what you see there?" His hard eyes seemed to see legion.
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Post by Lewyn Longlance on Nov 21, 2014 18:21:18 GMT
Lewyn squinted out towards the lines. "I see our men," he replied slowly, surmising the Captain was looking for some other response. "The Ashen Band. Not a bad bunch of killers, all in all."
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Post by Luceon Cornelys on Nov 21, 2014 20:48:53 GMT
"Killers... mayhaps... but soldiers... just barely." Faerun replied, "We need better bannermen. Look how slow those lines move, and how casual they stand. They would not stop a charge from children on ponies."
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Post by Ibbit Jib on Nov 21, 2014 21:20:08 GMT
Ibbit stands nearby the captain and the cavalry commander, at the ready wih his shield and axe readied in his hands. And if to prove some sort of point about the captain's words starts drooling slightly on his armor, with his customary blank expression etched onto his face.
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Post by Draconis Sha'sar on Nov 23, 2014 6:32:53 GMT
Draconis whistles quietly, inspecting an arrow as his horse shifts, sharing its master's restlessness. "Yes, it's a great idea, I know. Look at all of the money we're making right now." Draconis pat the horse's head as he spoke, seemingly enjoying a conversation with it as they waited.
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