Nar 11, 229: Of Logen and Company

Nar 11, 229: Of Logen and Company
Summary: Tyrel received report from the men of Logen's company on the events that led to Logen's disappearance.
OOC Date: July 12, 2014
Related: None
Players:
Tyrel Logen 
Throne Room
The feature of the Throne Room of Darfield Castle that draws most eyes immediately is the magnificent throne, raised on a dais at the far end of the room. The Kilgour Family coat of arms, passed down from father to son through the centuries, occupies a place of honor above the royal throne.
A carpet of red softens the path down the center of the white marble floor. To each side of the carpet, stand tall silver vases of Stargazer Lilies and Irises, their heady scent drifting through the air. The cool marble walls have been draped with mingling swathes of purple and silver silk, with touches of white for smooth contrast. Set about the room, tall silver candelabras hold long purple tapers, their soft glow gleaming on the rug and silks. On the balcony above, more swathes of purple and silver silk have been draped.
To the side, there is an almost hidden stairway to the Hall of Chambers. Rioga guards stand on either side of this door, at all hours.
Nar 11, 229

On the arrival of the men of Logen's company from the front they were interviewed by the military commanders to assess and respond to any immediate threat then sent to talk with the King. Those requiring immediate medical attention remain with the healers having been unable to manage the several days travel to Stormvale castle. With so much going on the kingdom the castle is full of the hustle and bustle of messengers and advisors, but the throne room itself is still and quiet like the center of the great turning storms. Tyrel sits the throne in his light plate armor, the sword of kings sits naked across his lap as he awaits the soldiers of Logen's company to be shown in. Rioga stand silent guard after showing the men into the room.

The four men who are clearly beaten up badly but not enough to be critical limp into the room. They all hobble towards the King and they help each other get to their knees and they bow forward in due respect to the man. It's clear they work together well at least. They are dressed in good shirts but their pants have seen better days. "Your majesty." They all speak with reverence.

Tyrel nods, "Rise and be at ease, seating is being brought for you and such refreshment as you might require. Whichever of you is best spoken relate to me what has occurred, you may speak casually as I am more interested in hearing what has happened than testing you on your etiquette."

Servants bring out seats for each of the men as well as trays of refreshment before excusing themselves leaving behind what drinks and foods are selected.

The men all help each other up and one of the men makes sure the others are seated and with a drink before he hobbles over to get a drink and sit himself. "Your majesty, were raiding into Laniveer frequently and moving camp more frequently. We were heading towards Weston to join some soldiers there. We'd set up camp. The Prince's tent was in the center of the camp. We were attacked by a mighty force at dusk. The Prince left his tent wearing only his armor. There were three others with him." The man frowns and looks down. "We started having to fight other Mobrin. A small part of the Mobrin forces were traitors." He seems upset and unable to talk further.

Tyrel listens to the story quietly, "A touch more clarity, if you are able, which of the forces of Mobrin seemed traitorous, were you able tell which lord they followed or from which land they hailed?"

One of the others, the older of the four, lifts his eyes. "There were at least a dozen. They were not from one lord. They each had different banners. I do not feel it was planned by any one of our lords." He sighs quietly. "They were all young. Foolish. The prince, he was attacked by four men and only the prince was left standing unharmed."

Tyrel looks between them, "That is perhaps more disquieting. I will have the matter investigated, what names you remember you will tell to the men who question each of you later. Of my brother, the prince, I had heard word that he was killed but you seem to say these dozen traitors left him unharmed. What is the truth of the matter?"

The man shakes his head. "He was fighting and killing men by the dozens, my king. He is a powerful fighter. I was still fighting when I heard him take his first injury. He was stabbed through the left calf and he kept fighting. He was attacked by another and I saw the damage to his knee. He ended up wrestling in the mud with his attackers and killed them both. Last I saw of him, he was dragging himself towards a horse but I was knocked out before I could see what happened."

Tyrel says, "Do not stray to hyperbole, my brother is an extraordinary fighter but those who question you next will frown upon such exageration. It seems likely then that he has been captured rather than killed, that is good news at least, thought we have not yet received word as to his ransom." Tyrel looks between the men. "So to my understanding you had rejoined those seeing to the distribution of the goods in Weston when a party of Laniveer made their way into Weston lands and engaged you. During that confusion some dozen traitors seized the opportunity to capture my brother and deliver him into Laniveer hands. Do I have the right of it?"

The youngest shakes his head. "We had not made it to Weston. We were close to meeting them but we'd camped before night. It was an army. They out numbered us three to one." The youngest shakes. "I don't think he's been captured. I think he's dead. I've seen men die from identical wounds." He bows his head and adds. "My king…" The older man nods in agreement. "That is all true but I feel he is alive. He's a strong lad."

Tyrel nods, "You need not speculate on such matters, whether he is alive or dead will depend greatly upon the intentions of those who attacked, we will receive word of such when the issue call for his ransom. You will be spending some time in the castle as we await your companions who were not able to travel, during such time you will be questioned to better understand what occurred. Is there anything more you think I should know now?"

The oldest frowns. The youngest speaks. "Their intent was to kill, my king. They even killed our unarmed camp followers." The youth tears up. "My wife…" The older man rubs his shoulders and sighs. "Perhaps my king should send scouts to search for him? If he is alive and uncaptured we would have but a small window to save him." They all bow to the king and nods. "Of course. We will answer all questions."

Tyrel says, "We fight against traitors and murderers, they will suffer such fates as they have come to deserve and Innouv will see they suffer eternally for their sins. Go and rest, scouts were set to tracking immediately upon word of the battle both to find survivors and to track this army. I expect their reports will follow shortly as your own travels have only recently brought you here and little time for rest was given."

The older man and youngest help the others up and then bow to the king. "May you find your brother alive and well." The one man speaks softly. They start to hobble towards the exit holding each other up.

Guards move to assist the men and see them to their bunks. Each will be questioned thoroughly and repeatedly wringing every detail of the story from them so it might be compared to those stories given when the wounded men are able to speak. Of particular interest are the names and banners of those thought to be traitors.

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