Jinxer

The Fall of Jerusalem

I think it's just that time of year when everything gets very busy all of a sudden!

Loki's Laugh

I should probably get a post up but I'm currently swamped in my dissertation and its veritable mountain of preparatory notes so I might be a while yet.

The good news is that after the 14th May I'll be completely free... that is until July when I start panicking that wedding preparations aren't ready >.<

Chevalier: A New Initiative

That might be good since Ludonear is away at the moment.

The Fall of Jerusalem

Rhiannon laughed in pleasure as she saw the trio following her, mesmerized by her song. Of course, she was merely trying to save all their lives but the acceptance of her own power had provided here with a strange sense of peace, allowing her to revel in what had been given to her. There was the matter of her race, newly unveiled by her 'father' but that was for another time; now she was Rhiannon of the Ellyll and her power was not something to be ashamed of; it was a symbol of her inheritance.

"Nearly there!" She called back jovially to the three who continued to walk after her as the crowd streamed all around them. The panic in the city had reached a fever pitch with Crusaders gaining more and more ground and to those experienced in such matters it was clear that the defenders would be overwhelmed; especially as the second siege tower had freed itself of the troublesome ground to the south and had finally spewed forth another wave of attacking Christians onto the poorly defended walls in that area. Nevertheless they had made good time, spurred on by the Ellyll girl's melody and the Holy Sepulcher was before them now.

"Find your feet, we're here." Rhiannon spoke, releasing the power of her song from the three. She danced forwards towards the compound. "Come, before they close the gates!"

The Fall of Jerusalem

No it's my bad, I was a bit swamped this weekend. I'll have one up before too long now I have some time off.

Chevalier: A New Initiative

"Nothing to report from the picket lines, ma'am!" Elaeria looked up at the young noble, nodding to signify both her acknowledgement and her dismissal of the man. She was sat alone at a fire nearest the centre of their camp as possible so that she could reach any part of the outer defences without delay. Most of the their bedraggled group were already asleep, exhausted from the day's events. The only ones still awake were the ones on duty, the injured and the restless; the latter being largely those who had not fought that day.

"Elaeria, you should get some rest." Looking up she saw Queen Louise entering the circle of light emitted by the fire, accompanied by her guards who stayed out of earshot, looking out at the camp for any potential threats.

"I'm alright cousin. Your Lord Henry would normally be doing this but since he's injured I'll take over; perhaps I underestimated his innate skill. This peace has made most of us soft and unprepared." The Queen took a seat on the log that Elaeria had deemed to be a suitable enough bench and it was only then the Princess noticed Louise had changed into riding leathers from the dress she had been wearing previously.

"I'm afraid you're quite right. Which makes this situation all the more dire." The Queen sighed, staring into the flames in front of her. "And we suffered great losses today as well. The nobles of the Four Countries will be reckless in their desire for revenge at a time when we need to be as level-headed as possible."

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Henry woke slowly, drowsy from the effects of whatever had been in the wine. He might have been angered by the fact he had been effectively drugged if he didn't acknowledge the necessity of it in his case; he knew more than anyone else of his own obtuseness. The carriage he had been sleeping in had one other occupant who was still asleep, although groaning quietly from whatever wound he was suffering from. Moving slowly, to not wake the slumbering young man but also because his body felt heavy from his efforts that day, Henry climbed out of the carriage and looked around him at the camp.

"We survived but this looks like a defeated retreat..." He muttered under his breath so that no one else could hear. Granthar was nearby, he could sense, apparently patrolling around the camp's perimeter. Whether that was by suggestion of Elaeria or for Henry's protection of his own volition it was unclear but Henry somewhat suspected the Warrior Princess had roped the familiar into military service by sheer force of will.

Realising that he had not eaten, except briefly in the short respite in the mid-afternoon, Henry wandered off in search of the cooking pits and a half-decent meal.

The Fall of Jerusalem

That's alright, I'm pretty knackered from work right now so I'm going to chill for a bit. Should mean any post I make later tonight is of better quality.

Chevalier: A New Initiative

I'll have a post up before too long to move us on, it's been a hectic week.

The Fall of Jerusalem

Shall I jump in rather than wait for Pearion? (Hitherto I've been sticking to the posting order).

Loki's Laugh

Great posts all! 'Twas a treat to have two such posts to read after a week of solid work/research.