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Feb 10, 2016 18:50:07 GMT
Post by woodville on Feb 10, 2016 18:50:07 GMT
Anthony Woodville poured the bucket of water over his head, the chinks of mail had chaffed his neck and rubbed it red raw like the arse of the Devil himself. “We have to go uncle, I hear horses!” “I'm tired of running.” Anthony rested his sword on the rim of the Well. “They will kill us my Lord.” Richard said, throwing a cloth to Anthony. “Do you think Gloucester, Buckingham . . .” Richard Grey dismounted. “Enough, the men weren't in livery.” Anthony cut him off and wiped blood from the sword. “They were knights though!” “Who can tell in these times, a man, a sword and a horse and anyone can call themselves a knight.” Anthony spat blood, a mailed fist to the jaw left a savage bruise that was turning numb. “They’re here, go on without me Richard, ride to Wareham and tell my brother and sister everything, may God be with you my boy.” “What about Edward?” Richard jumped on his horse, beads of sweat dripped from his face. “Pray God shows us mercy.” Anthony mounted his steed, and rested his sword on his saddle. Richard rode away by the time the Hedge Knights made it to the Well. There was a moment of silence as the aggressors stopped, stunned by Anthony who stood back to defend the road, sword in hand.
OOC: Let them fight!
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Post by Admin on Feb 10, 2016 19:22:49 GMT
The Hedge Knights charged, expecting to quickly finish off the injured Earl Rivers. Rivers quickly dismounted the first knight, who fell awkwardly onto his ankle, but quickly returned to his feet. The second nearly unseated Rivers himself, but a cunning parry allowed Rivers to steady himself and knock one other attacker off his horse just as his final opponent approached. This distracted the fourth knight and Rivers swung his sword mightily across the young man's helm, caving it in.
As the Knight groaned in agony, Rivers was hit from behind and fell to the ground. He clambered to his feet parrying blows from one of the dismounted riders, given a brief gap he kicked his opponent in the breastplate sending him stumbling back; his weakened ankle unable to steady him, the Knight fell backwards, and cracked his head off a rock which jutted out above the ground. Rivers quickly turned and plunged his sword through the other knights viser, only slightly dodging another charge from the mounted hedge knight.
Rivers faced off against his last opponent who was still mounted. The Knight's horse reared up and charged. Rivers grabbed a sword from one of his fallen enemies and flung it at the Knight who came tumbling down. Rivers caught him mid fall and forced his own sword through a gap in his mail. Rivers glanced across the mess, three of the Knights were dead, and another was still crying out on the ground, his face an amalgam of iron and flesh. It seemed clear he wouldn't survive his wounds.
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Feb 10, 2016 22:56:42 GMT
Post by woodville on Feb 10, 2016 22:56:42 GMT
Anthony grabbed the wounded man by the collar, “who sent you!” Anthony pulled off his helmet and was shocked by the visage. The man wouldn’t be able to speak, Anthony’s sword had cloven the jaw and cheek, perforating the eye and severing his tongue. The knight gargled and jerked as he choked on his own flesh, he should have hit him softer. Anthony didn’t let the man suffer the tip of his sword into the man’s chest where his heart lay, Anthony hadn’t the stomach to watch as he did it, he turned the head as he plunged the steel.
He searched the men for any clues, he had originally come with a small host of men from the marches and was ambushed along the road to Stoney Stratford; Anthony’s men were lost, and the child King yet to be crowned, was taken. Anthony rested the pommel of his sword upon his forehead, he had occasionally used his sword as a crucifix; he didn’t feel the same apprehension as the other knights of the realm, Anthony always felt it prudent to imbue the grace of God into his blade. “indulgéntiam tibi tríbuat et pacem. Et ego te absólvo a peccátis tuis in nómine Patris et Filii et Spíritus Sancti, Amen.” He gave the quick blessing to the dead, as he opened his eyes he caught the glimpse of something, a seal a ring on the man’s finger, it was a simple iron piece with five flowers emblazoned on a cross. He had seen this Sigel before, whomsoever possessed these arms was undoubtedly the employer of these men, Anthony had to seek answers.
Anthony realised he had an opportunity his torn livery sagged around his chest, the man’s face was nigh destroyed nothing another chop wouldn’t fix, and his hair was nearly just as long as his own, he quickly dressed him in his livery and made sure they couldn't identify him. That he had to kill his horse brought much sorrow to his heart, a famous steed that had earned its name from killing foes with a head butt, a pale white coat with chestnut blotches and black mane, the horse was too recognisable. He made it quick, he remembered when Nut won him the tournament, inventing the verb to “nut something,” on the same day, he took the best horse one of the Hedge knights had and galloped away from the scene.
OOC: The search is on!
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Feb 17, 2016 12:43:32 GMT
Post by The Duke of Buckingham on Feb 17, 2016 12:43:32 GMT
Arthur looked at the four corpses lying on neat stone slabs in the chilly cellar. He walked along the row of them, lifting the thin muslin veils that covered their features and examining them.
"Beg pardon Sire, but what can you hope to learn from a couple of two day old bodies? Lord Rivers, may he rest in peace, is already mightily disfigured." The servant seemed unhappy to be around the bodies, he had been given the unenviable task of remaining with them to ensure they were not tampered with.
"Watch and learn Bulger, if you put on the Kings clothes would that make you the Kings? No, of course it wouldn't. This man is no more Lord Rivers than I am the Queen Mother." Arthur turned and left the chamber.
"My Lord! How can you tell?!" Bulger looked a little irritated.
"Rivers wore a horse hair vest under his armour, that does things to the skin... This man is more used to the touch of silk... Also, Rivers is one of the most skilled combatants in the realm. These men were slaughtered, they did not die well."
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