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Event: Night of Swords

Post by Gamemaster on Thu Dec 22, 2016 10:28 pm

In the dead of night the August Lords are woken by their seneschals and an emergency meeting is held in the cold halls of the Grand Mansion at the urgent behest of the Lord Treasurer. There are no guardsmen in sight. Only Jon Weak stands ominously guarding the oaken doors. All members of the council are there, dressed hastily in cloaks or nightgowns, except for two. Lord Beliss speaks:

BELISS: My Lords, some terrible plan is in the making. Warden, Marshal, your young charges have emptied their quarters. All officers--and so, it's safe to assume, all guardsmen--have abandoned their posts. Manderson is missing, and the servants of Christodol have just announced to me in panic that the High Priest has been abducted. If my powers of deduction are at all accurate, that means Manderson already has us surrounded and is staging a coup as we speak.

UDINA: It's treason, then.

BELISS: Indeed, Master Diplomat. A plot that must have been some time in the making. Perhaps even before the Council displeased Manderson at the last Council meeting.

WESTMOORE: The news shame me. The town guard was composed mostly of Manderson's men, but I had faith my own men would prefer to fight outnumbered rather than turn coat.

UDINA: It is no matter, your men would not save us. Manderson knows everything about our position, our resources, our weaknesses. Even if we were to resort to brute force, we would not avert the sort of casualties that can turn this settlement into ruins. And the people love Christodol. They will not tolerate rash decisions on our part.

BELISS: If the Senate hears word of this, they will swiftly vote towards submitting to Manderson's demands, whatever they may be; so, it's too risky to wait to find out what they are! We must act quickly.

MARTINOR: I know from my garrison's reports that there are nomads on the outskirts of the Rice Fields. Aerandir Gil-Agladhel, the elven hero, is said to lead them. If the august Margaret Medwynn were to contact him, perhaps he would be inclined to help us. His affection for you is well known, my Lady.

BELISS: The nomads are not here by accident. They are yet another large group of drifters looking to claim a piece of Gutenbeere as their own. We should handle this internally.

The council starts bickering among themselves. It's up to the August Lords to make a decision.
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Re: Event: Night of Swords

Post by Razgriz on Fri Dec 23, 2016 2:37 pm

Razgriz stands up, and extends his arm. His faerie dragon, suddenly appearing, lands on his wrist.

Razgriz: Hark! Tis within mine own power to summon the General hither, unobstructed. Remain in thy seats. Should he appear, he shall explain his actions with clarity.

The Magister walks over to the window, opens it, and begins speaking in a loud voice:
"General Manderson, by order of the High Council and the Triumverate of the Serene Republic of Gutenbeere, thou art summoned to the council chamber. Accept?"
He mutters a single arcane word and touches Puck, who begins to glow intensely for a moment, speaks to him in an unintelligible language, and the tiny dragon giggles and vanishes from sight after a playful spin. He closes the window, turns to the council and takes a seat, eyes closed. After a short while of unbearably awkward silence, General Manderson materialises on the council table.


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Re: Event: Night of Swords

Post by Gamemaster on Fri Dec 23, 2016 2:58 pm

The council members look at each other in horror.

MANDERSON: Do your worst, you fiends!

WESTMOORE: Have you gone mad, good man?

MANDERSON: I have been brought here against my will, without charges, without senatorial authorization, and--I would bet my life on it--without council consensus, either.

BELISS: We all benefit from the wisdom of the Triumvirate, Manderson. Don't get things twisted.

MANDERSON: HAH! Twisted?! You are a snake to talk! Do you, oh August Lords, in all your wisdom, know that the Lord Treasurer has documents on all of you? It is by perusing these documents that I have come across the truth!

BELISS: Why, I am Treasurer! It is my job to keep documents on state income and expenses, you rambling moron.

MARTINOR: And, what is that truth, Lord General?

MANDERSON: The truth is fragile, Lord Marshal. If I speak it in this room, many silver tongues will rush to twist the words to make something horrible out of it. No. I won't speak. Know only that orders have already been issued. My part is done. Now either one of two things awaits me: an audience with the Senate or death.

The room explodes in a hubbub of angry shouts, wild gestures, and imaginative insults.
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Re: Event: Night of Swords

Post by Johan Berg on Fri Dec 23, 2016 7:39 pm

*Does it have to be me Yosa? Can't you get one of your party girls to do it? I'd prefer if I just lay somewhere right about now...* whispers Nadya in a playful voice, in a tongue that can't be understood by any but the two.

*This is important, it has to be you. You forced me into this excersice in goodness, you have to help me now, I want to know what Manderson's men think of us.* The seemingly drunkard, pleasure seeking, skirt-chaser rogue of Gutenbeere, Yohan Berg, whispers. He scratches the ear of his weird-looking cat, as if daftly peting her, but secretly puts a small gem on her earing. That is his material channel to one of the few spells he ever learned, to see, and keep watch of his favorite friend.

He moves around the room a bit "BELISS: Why, I am Treasurer! It is my job to keep documents on state income and expenses, you rambling moron." "MARTINOR: And, what is that truth, Lord General?"
*they yell too much* thinks to him self, *who is behind this act? Manderson loves this republic too much, he fought in the penninsula for it* showing a face red in anger

"Well! You are half a man if you think I, can't obliterate your army as easily as.." Berg cares to stumble, appear drunk again, his right foot trickles for half a second as he walks, he mumbles half a word, makes a noice as if almost keeping himself from sounding like a retard. "What is he talking about Beliss! You shouldrn'dt be a traitor, I thought you a friend!"

He yells and fights with the rest of them, untill finaly, after some time, everyone is a bit calmer. A moment of silence falls in to the room and Berg takes the oportunity.

With his throat sore, and in a bass, coarse voice says "If you don't find a compromise, I will take care of the matter myself" he stands up definitively, walks towards the door in a steady lucid pace, as he loosens the grip on his wine glass naturaly, lets it slowly slide and then fall from lack of tension from his fingers. The shattering of the glass is quickly followed by the creaking of the door, while he leaves. From the opening the council sees D'Artanya closing the door for him, reminding everyone the entourage of skilled and loyal faceless followers, Berg has accrued over his time as an agent to the aristocracy.

Berg puts strength in his fist again, "I prefer you're drunk Yosa" the musketeer says, "I am starting to care for this shithole Annie" says Berg while clenching his fist.
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Re: Event: Night of Swords

Post by Gamemaster on Fri Dec 23, 2016 9:40 pm

The Council meeting quickly comes at an end. The Treasurer and the Marshal withdraw to the drawing room of the Manor, trying to assess possible priority targets in the realm and their worth. The Warden and Jon Weak escort Udina out to his estate, trying to amass whatever men have remained loyal to them and put them to the task of policing the streets by dawn. Manderson is detained in one of the second floor rooms, guarded by the August Lords' own men. The black of night is at its thickest now. It will be dawning before long...
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Re: Event: Night of Swords

Post by Johan Berg on Fri Dec 23, 2016 10:02 pm

At Manderson's room made prison, Lord Berg walks quickly to the entrance, "Open it"
THe guardsmen unlock the door and the Lord quickly strides in and closes it behind him. He drags a chair in front of the captive, sits

"What is the meaning of this all Manderson, what info have you got that I was deemed not worthy of knowing, before you went away causing an unrest, getting it in people's heads that the goverment is not to be trusted?"
Berg says with a pained face

"I, no, we feel betrayed, you, my most trusted advisor, a traitor?"

"And the whole cristodol business, right when an envoy from the kingdoms is here to parley?
I would never believe you are working for them, or even worse bribed by them to cause us this grief."

Berg switches his tone every sentence slightly from aquisatory to pleading

"This whole city is an experiment, I want us to succeed! Come on, old friend, help me understand this"
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Re: Event: Night of Swords

Post by Gamemaster on Fri Dec 23, 2016 10:19 pm

Manderson is touched by the words but he remains composed as a soldier should.

MANDERSON: I have faith in the people. I believe the people are strong enough to survive. To persist. I do not want to hand them a mere compromise, after all they've been through. They deserve a win, Berg. I'm going to give it to them.

He looks to the window with a weary sigh of regret.

MANDERSON: The documents. The ledgers. They leave no doubt in my mind. There's a reason why we have no standing army, isn't there? There's a reason why the Tyrols are on our doorstep. And that snake, Beliss, had me convinced there was nothing left to do but bend the knee.

A tinge of disgust colors the voice of the old general when he mentions the name of the Lord Treasurer.

MANDERSON: No, I do not think I can trust you, Berg, not anymore. It would be too risky to trust you. I have no choice but to bring this matter directly to the senate. Force them to listen.
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Re: Event: Night of Swords

Post by Johan Berg on Fri Dec 23, 2016 10:26 pm

Berg's weakness to men with conviction shows, his face gets flustered, and anxiously replies
"We can work on this together, I will put him down, let me do something for you, and you do something for me, show me where those documents are, I need to see them to mobilize."
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Re: Event: Night of Swords

Post by Gamemaster on Fri Dec 23, 2016 10:38 pm

Manderson frowns and nods.

MANDERSON: I owe you that much. I had a meeting with the treasurer in his Estate. He left the drawing room for some moments to deal with an unwanted guest. The documents were on his desk. Do what you will with this knowledge...
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Re: Event: Night of Swords

Post by Johan Berg on Fri Dec 23, 2016 11:01 pm

Berg stands up, "Either we'll go to the senate together tomorrow, or you were played by that disloyal greedy son of a middlefinger" rushes out of the room "GUARDS!" points at the door so they can resume their duties, and starts running through the mansion's hallways.

Berg dashes towards the rooftop of the building, where he finds his trusty companion, almost like a brother to him, the enormous 12 meter wolf, Wo'Chon.
"I need you buddy", Berg strokes Wo'Chon's fur, as a soft pale air comes out of his ring, and onto Wo'Chon's paws.
"Sure thing Yosa, just be calm, ok?" Berg climbs on top of the beasts back "I don't like it when you torture you own kind, wouldn't you prefer to follow procedure this one time?"

Berg get a momentary smile on his face, before he becomes serious again "You're right, just reconnaisance and evidence collection. hurry now! Berg scratches on Wo'Chons neck-fur, as Wo'Chon runs in the air, as if on top of firm ground.
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Re: Event: Night of Swords

Post by Gamemaster on Sat Dec 24, 2016 11:11 am

Come the morning, the city of Gutenbeere is in complete disarray. Soldiers on either side have barricaded themselves in all key city buildings, barricades have been erected overnight, and the still loyal cohorts of the Council are trying to control traffic any way that they can. The people are panicking. They start to ferment. A group of citizens tries to force into the Udina Library for safety; one is killed, three are wounded. By the time General Manderson appears in the Mansion's grand balcony, the city is a buzzing hive, pulsing with fear...

MANDERSON: People of Gutenbeere! Hear me out!

The Grand General seems dazed, shoulders scrunched, riddled with regret. He hardly looks like himself at all... His words echo, magically amplified, all throughout Gutenbeere:

MANDERSON: I... I have made a big mistake. I ask of all my soldiers, all those loyal to me, to lay down their arms. Surrender to the Triumvirate. I... that is... that is all I have to say. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry.

The people weep and wail. Some soldiers come out of the Granary, staggered to hear these shocking instructions. They are immediately tackled and neutralized by Triumvirate soldiers as they scream and shout treacherous words. The majority of Manderson's men hold their positions, unsure of whether it is truly safe to come out. Others turn tail and run away into the fields. A precious few surrender their arms, glad for an opportunity to change sides again.

Right there and then, when bloodshed seemed inevitable, the peopled turned their faces towards the East and saw the shinning banners of Aerandir Gil-Agladhel flying in the wind. They saw elves reinforce the positions of the loyal Triumvirate forces with the deliberate grace of trained soldiers. Manderson's men were now grossly outnumbered, without a commanding officer on the field, and faced with one of the most brilliant tactical minds in the Territories. They soon after surrendered their arms and the High Priest was returned safe to the Council Mansion. The day was won.
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Re: Event: Night of Swords

Post by Aerandir Gil-Agladhel on Sun Dec 25, 2016 1:57 pm

Then someone from the crowd pointed in the skies and more looked that way and they saw a flying creature mounted by an armored figure, the point of his lance gleaming with a silver light a and a banner hanging from it, depicting a silver Star on a deep blue ocean-like background, framed by green and red patterns.  The flying creature was like a great stag, but it had a long dragon-like tail and silver scales could be seen in many parts of its body. And it had no wings, but it flew faster than any bird!
And one would assume that the mobs would grow afraid as that peculiar duo approached the city. But that was not the case: A sense of goodness and of reassurance that was almost palpable was emanating from the pair. The people made room for the knight and his steed to land on the top of the stairs of the great cathedral, rising a small gust of wind: The creature was majestic, something between a stag and a dragon, its eyes suggesting the intellect of the dragonkind. The rider wore simple chain armor and an open faced helm, but both were of glistening silver color and of exquisite make.
The rider dismounted and took of his helm and then spoke, with a voice that rang through the city, crystal clear like a silver trumpet, yet pleasant and melodious: “Kind People of beautiful Gutenbeere, rejoice! No blood was spilled and yet Good, Law and of Order prevailed this day! This was a  Great Victory indeed, a victory of Good ! And I am truly happy, as my people and I, Aerandir Gil-Agladhel, played a part in it,  thus serving Good and of course the good people of Gutenbeere!”
And there was applauding and cheering and an almost festive mood that was contagious.
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