Titles, Ranks
King Argrath decided against making Baron Harlod a drighten at this point in time.
Baron Torben bought the rank of Warlord of the Snakepipe Dancers.
Cult Resignations and Promotions
Baroness Ivarenna had quite a go at the leadership of the Orlanth cult in Boldhome. Not all persuasion attempts succeeded in spite of the Baroness calling in several favors, but an assistant rune lord who apparently had vandalised cult property and slandered the priesthood decided to resign, as well as a god-talker who had shown persistent lack of attendance at the temple on Cult Holy Days and repeated disruptive behaviour in the harmony rune study group.
Ten-thane Ararg initiated into the cult of Orlanth, and Warlord Torben into the cult of Lhankor Mhy.
Assistant Rune Lord Baron Fionn was not promoted to rune lord of Lhankor Mhy, but Initiate Baroness Ivarenna was promoted to assistant rune lord of Ernalda.
Off to the Front
Lt Warlord Grumbold volunteered his command for the front, as did the brand new warlord of the Snakepipe Dancers, Baron Torben.
1632 - 9 (Early Dark) - Turn Report
Re: 1632 - 9 (Early Dark) - Turn Report
Week 1
Hundred-thane Garoor was denied membership in the Snakepipe Dancers.
Ten-thane Ararg was seen carousing at Fantarn’s with his lover Morshi.
Lay Member Brystan trained the spear at the temple of Storm Bull while Bvt Warchief Quatlu continued his studies at the Military Academy.
Royal Feast
The feast was held in the King’s Court, beneath the great stone vaults carved by the hands of Orlanthi masons and mountain spirits alike. Banners of Sartar and Wintertop hung side by side, their silks stirring with a breeze that some swore was no natural wind, but the breath of the Storm God himself. The air was thick with the scents of roasted lamb and mountain thyme, with mead and blood and the old magic of oaths. Drighten Erik, Baron Fionn, Baroness Ivarenna with Silast, and Baron Rufus with Darae were among the guests.
King Argrath sat at the high table, wrapped in his storm-colored cloak, White Bull brooch gleaming at his shoulder. Those who were there speak of his presence as something beyond mortal, his gaze like the first flash of lightning across the hills. And beside him sat King Unstey of the Hendarli, the Tarsh Exile who came down from Wintertop with the weight of ancient grudges and sacred authority at his back. Appointed by the Shaker Temple itself, he wore the crown forged in silence and prayer, his robes embroidered with mountain runes that no one dared read aloud.
King Unstey rose first, lifting a goblet shaped like a ramskull, and toasted not conquest, but kinship. “To the storm that binds the mountain and the steppe,” he said. “To kin lost and kin returned.”
And Argrath answered with his own toast, clear and strong: “To Wintertop. To Tarsh, not the red, but the true.”
Those in the hall say the wind rose then. It was not a draft, but a true wind, rolling through the chamber like a herald of the gods themselves. Some claim it blew out every torch but left the great hearth burning brighter than before.
What followed was a feast of rare unity. Spiced boar was served on blackwood platters; dancers whirled with their bodies painted in storm-rune patterns; a trickster juggled firestones and drew laughter even from the grim Humakti. The Lhankor Mhy scribes filled scroll after scroll, their hands flying to keep pace with the flow of events.
Not all were comfortable. Some warriors kept their hands too close to their blades. Old grudges do not die in a night, no matter what kings decree. But the mountain and the wind broke bread together, and the world turned differently because of it.
Hundred-thane Garoor was denied membership in the Snakepipe Dancers.
Ten-thane Ararg was seen carousing at Fantarn’s with his lover Morshi.
Lay Member Brystan trained the spear at the temple of Storm Bull while Bvt Warchief Quatlu continued his studies at the Military Academy.
Royal Feast
The feast was held in the King’s Court, beneath the great stone vaults carved by the hands of Orlanthi masons and mountain spirits alike. Banners of Sartar and Wintertop hung side by side, their silks stirring with a breeze that some swore was no natural wind, but the breath of the Storm God himself. The air was thick with the scents of roasted lamb and mountain thyme, with mead and blood and the old magic of oaths. Drighten Erik, Baron Fionn, Baroness Ivarenna with Silast, and Baron Rufus with Darae were among the guests.
King Argrath sat at the high table, wrapped in his storm-colored cloak, White Bull brooch gleaming at his shoulder. Those who were there speak of his presence as something beyond mortal, his gaze like the first flash of lightning across the hills. And beside him sat King Unstey of the Hendarli, the Tarsh Exile who came down from Wintertop with the weight of ancient grudges and sacred authority at his back. Appointed by the Shaker Temple itself, he wore the crown forged in silence and prayer, his robes embroidered with mountain runes that no one dared read aloud.
King Unstey rose first, lifting a goblet shaped like a ramskull, and toasted not conquest, but kinship. “To the storm that binds the mountain and the steppe,” he said. “To kin lost and kin returned.”
And Argrath answered with his own toast, clear and strong: “To Wintertop. To Tarsh, not the red, but the true.”
Those in the hall say the wind rose then. It was not a draft, but a true wind, rolling through the chamber like a herald of the gods themselves. Some claim it blew out every torch but left the great hearth burning brighter than before.
What followed was a feast of rare unity. Spiced boar was served on blackwood platters; dancers whirled with their bodies painted in storm-rune patterns; a trickster juggled firestones and drew laughter even from the grim Humakti. The Lhankor Mhy scribes filled scroll after scroll, their hands flying to keep pace with the flow of events.
Not all were comfortable. Some warriors kept their hands too close to their blades. Old grudges do not die in a night, no matter what kings decree. But the mountain and the wind broke bread together, and the world turned differently because of it.
Re: 1632 - 9 (Early Dark) - Turn Report
Week 2
Garoor was persistent and eventually accepted into the Snakepipe Dancers. Muttering something about the warlord being absent, he bought the rank of hundred-thane and rode off to the front to catch up with his new regiment.
Brystan participated in a ceremony at the Storm Bull temple, toadying to the rune lord.
The ceremony led by the chief priest of the temple of Orlanth drew Ararg, Baron Fionn, Quatlu with Darra, and Baron Rufus. Baron Fionn and Quatlu showed conspicuous piety.
The days after the ceremony the following was heard at inns and markets:
“Did you hear about the duels at the temple of Orlanth? Baron Fionn and Ararg challenged Quatlu, right in front of everyone. Couldn’t stand seeing a commoner like him getting so much attention.”
“They say Baron Fionn was the more refined fighter, fast and graceful like he was born with a blade in hand. But Quatlu? He had the weight of a mountain behind each swing. No flair. Just raw power.”
“Quatlu struck first, right quick. Opened the Baron’s side before most even blinked. Fionn came back hard, tried to regain control, but Quatlu blocked and pressed, then hit him again. It looked grim for the Baron, folk say. Grim.”
“They circled, both waiting, the crowd holding its breath. And then, out of nowhere, Quatlu feinted low and struck high. Knocked Fionn off balance like a sack of grain.”
“And here's the thing. Any other man would've dropped his sword right there. But not Baron Fionn. Stubborn as a mule and proud as a prince. He blocked the next blow and turned the fight around, landing a deep cut on Quatlu that would've felled most.”
“But Quatlu’s no 'most.' Hurt and bleeding, he came back with a roar and landed the killing blow. Quick. Clean. The Baron dropped where he stood.”
“They say Ararg didn’t waste a heartbeat. Soon as the first duel ended, he was on Quatlu like lightning. First strike landed clean, left the big man staggering. Didn’t even let him breathe. Hit him again. Then again. Folk watching say it was like trying to stop a storm with a shield.”
“But Quatlu’s not one to go down easy. He caught Ararg’s next swing and shoved him into a bad angle. Looked for a second like he might rally. You could feel the crowd holding its breath.”
“But Ararg… he just flowed around it. Slipped out of the trap like water through fingers. And then - bam! - landed a sharp blow that even Quatlu couldn’t shake off.”
“That was it. Quatlu stood there for a heartbeat, blood on his side, pride in his eyes, and then he lowered his blade.”
Garoor was persistent and eventually accepted into the Snakepipe Dancers. Muttering something about the warlord being absent, he bought the rank of hundred-thane and rode off to the front to catch up with his new regiment.
Brystan participated in a ceremony at the Storm Bull temple, toadying to the rune lord.
The ceremony led by the chief priest of the temple of Orlanth drew Ararg, Baron Fionn, Quatlu with Darra, and Baron Rufus. Baron Fionn and Quatlu showed conspicuous piety.
The days after the ceremony the following was heard at inns and markets:
“Did you hear about the duels at the temple of Orlanth? Baron Fionn and Ararg challenged Quatlu, right in front of everyone. Couldn’t stand seeing a commoner like him getting so much attention.”
“They say Baron Fionn was the more refined fighter, fast and graceful like he was born with a blade in hand. But Quatlu? He had the weight of a mountain behind each swing. No flair. Just raw power.”
“Quatlu struck first, right quick. Opened the Baron’s side before most even blinked. Fionn came back hard, tried to regain control, but Quatlu blocked and pressed, then hit him again. It looked grim for the Baron, folk say. Grim.”
“They circled, both waiting, the crowd holding its breath. And then, out of nowhere, Quatlu feinted low and struck high. Knocked Fionn off balance like a sack of grain.”
“And here's the thing. Any other man would've dropped his sword right there. But not Baron Fionn. Stubborn as a mule and proud as a prince. He blocked the next blow and turned the fight around, landing a deep cut on Quatlu that would've felled most.”
“But Quatlu’s no 'most.' Hurt and bleeding, he came back with a roar and landed the killing blow. Quick. Clean. The Baron dropped where he stood.”
“They say Ararg didn’t waste a heartbeat. Soon as the first duel ended, he was on Quatlu like lightning. First strike landed clean, left the big man staggering. Didn’t even let him breathe. Hit him again. Then again. Folk watching say it was like trying to stop a storm with a shield.”
“But Quatlu’s not one to go down easy. He caught Ararg’s next swing and shoved him into a bad angle. Looked for a second like he might rally. You could feel the crowd holding its breath.”
“But Ararg… he just flowed around it. Slipped out of the trap like water through fingers. And then - bam! - landed a sharp blow that even Quatlu couldn’t shake off.”
“That was it. Quatlu stood there for a heartbeat, blood on his side, pride in his eyes, and then he lowered his blade.”
Re: 1632 - 9 (Early Dark) - Turn Report
Week 3
Brystan was seen carousing at The Red Beaver. Drighten Erik showed up with Yealla (!) at The Storm Cloud, withdrawing to a quiet back room. They both looked happy when leaving the establishment.
Quatlu practiced the battle axe at the Royal Foot Guards barracks.
Baron Rufus studied at the Military Academy.
Week 4
Ararg practiced the spear at Mularik’s barracks. Brystan was back at the temple of Storm Bull practicing the spear.
Quatlu and Baron Rufus continued their studies at the Military Academy.
Brystan was seen carousing at The Red Beaver. Drighten Erik showed up with Yealla (!) at The Storm Cloud, withdrawing to a quiet back room. They both looked happy when leaving the establishment.
Quatlu practiced the battle axe at the Royal Foot Guards barracks.
Baron Rufus studied at the Military Academy.
Week 4
Ararg practiced the spear at Mularik’s barracks. Brystan was back at the temple of Storm Bull practicing the spear.
Quatlu and Baron Rufus continued their studies at the Military Academy.
Re: 1632 - 9 (Early Dark) - Turn Report
War
The field operations south of Furthest, capitol of Tarsh, continued.
Colymar Cavalry
Bvt Warchief Afur bravely led the regiment and drove the enemy from the field. He was mentioned twice and looted 400 Lunars. King Argrath will consider him for a title. Lt Warlord Baron Harold didn’t help much, but also made no mistakes. He was also mentioned in battlesongs and looted 250 Lunars.
Snakepipe Dancers
Warlord Baron Torben arrived with his regiment at the front, but their outcome was inconclusive. Baron Torben showed bravery and was promoted to Brevet Warchief. He also looted 250 Lunars.
Hundred-thane Garoor did no better, but also showed bravery. He looted 400L.
Colymar tribal levy
The levy drove the enemy from the field. It was reinforced by the 2nd battalion of the Royal Foot Guards, led by Lt Warlord Baron Julian. Or burdened maybe, as Baron Julian’s battalion was driven from the field.
Princeros tribal levy
The 1st battalion of the Royal Foot Guards was attached to the Princeros tribal levy. It too drove the enemy from the field. Lt Warlord Grumbold’s contribution was inconclusive, but he showed bravery and looted 350 Lunars.
Sambari tribal levy
The levy drove the enemy from the field. Leading the 3rd battalion of the Free Philosophers, Erinestra was promoted to lt warlord, even though her outcome was inconclusive.
The field operations south of Furthest, capitol of Tarsh, continued.
Colymar Cavalry
Bvt Warchief Afur bravely led the regiment and drove the enemy from the field. He was mentioned twice and looted 400 Lunars. King Argrath will consider him for a title. Lt Warlord Baron Harold didn’t help much, but also made no mistakes. He was also mentioned in battlesongs and looted 250 Lunars.
Snakepipe Dancers
Warlord Baron Torben arrived with his regiment at the front, but their outcome was inconclusive. Baron Torben showed bravery and was promoted to Brevet Warchief. He also looted 250 Lunars.
Hundred-thane Garoor did no better, but also showed bravery. He looted 400L.
Colymar tribal levy
The levy drove the enemy from the field. It was reinforced by the 2nd battalion of the Royal Foot Guards, led by Lt Warlord Baron Julian. Or burdened maybe, as Baron Julian’s battalion was driven from the field.
Princeros tribal levy
The 1st battalion of the Royal Foot Guards was attached to the Princeros tribal levy. It too drove the enemy from the field. Lt Warlord Grumbold’s contribution was inconclusive, but he showed bravery and looted 350 Lunars.
Sambari tribal levy
The levy drove the enemy from the field. Leading the 3rd battalion of the Free Philosophers, Erinestra was promoted to lt warlord, even though her outcome was inconclusive.