King's Guards - Continued

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"Another report, M'Lord"
"put it with the rest I have there" Logar grumbled with a sigh.

Reports had been arriving for most of the evening. Logar spent that time reading, re-reading, cycling through the same reports over and over, his face expressing concern.
"May the Bloodmoon save me from despair!" he chanted, as he threw down the last report, sat back and rubbed his eyes with his palms.

'Asylon is being overrun by monsters. Where have they come from?' he sat thinking 'Astrum Dogs! what kind of witchcraft is this?'
Then the revelation hit
"The peace treaty is cursed!" he hissed!

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A commotion could be heard just outside of his tent, whilst Logar studied ancient texts of times long past and almost forgotton. At that moment an angry man of large build; with a head of long gray hair tied back; stormed into the Marshals tent.
Without flinching, Logar lifted his gaze from his reading, glimpsed the man who so boldy barged his way past the guards, then returned his gaze to his texts.
"What are you doing here Father?" Logar questioned, without looking up.
"Is this how you greet me, your own Father? Wheres the wine?"
"Over there, help yourself" Logar replied, still gazed upon his scrolls, which interested him more than the presence of his abrupt visitor.
"I need to speak to you Son" his Father stated whilst sipping wine directly from the flask.
"Make it quick, I am busy"

Logar's Father was a brutal man; or had been during the upbringing of his two sons Usul and Logar, and his shameful daughter Sharn. Now without any communication to either of them for over a year, he had decided to pay Logar a surprise visit, much to Logars distaste.

"Oh come now Son, can you not show your Father a smidgen of respect for once" Father requested, "I have travelled far to see you."
he walked around the table to where Logar was sat, then approached to give his Son a warmly hug. In that instant, Logar slammed down the scroll he was reading, thrust his chair backwards, stood up and swiftly moved away from the poor attempt of his Fathers act of compassion, leaving Father stunned and somewhat ambarrassed. Father downed another swig of wine from the casket he still held in his hand.

Logar turned to face his Father and with angry expression blurted out "Respect!? Maybe you should have thought about that before banishing your own Daughter from the family estate!"
Father now stumped for words, downed another swig of wine, then another....then stated "I am here to talk to you about your Brother Usul...."

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"....and what news of my Brother can you possibly tell, that will interest me?" Logar replied, "I care not for my Brothers escapades."
"I have recieved some news" then putting down the casket of wine, "Usul has played a part in a rebellion in the Far East, overthrowing a government"
Logar then poured a cup of wine for himself "Well there seems nothing unusual about that, does it Father?"
"What if I told you that he has landed himself a position of High Chancellor" Father continued, "And is rumoured to have abused his position by performing acts of torture on his enemies"
"Then he is no more guilty than his own Father!" Logar expressed, refering to his Father's own methods of discipline and training "You taught him well"

Father swiped the casket from Logars hand, took a swig, then paced around the tent casually, studying varous items that lay randomly around: various maps, trinkets; picking up Logars sword, he pointed it Logars direction, looked down the length and ran his fingers along the cutting edge "You need to take greater care of your sword Son, It may be the difference between life and death" he said, "The safety of my favourite Son should be paramount. I am proud of what you have achieved here."

Knowing his Fathers methods, Logar questioned "Get to the point, what are you after?"
"Usul is bringing bad taste to our family name. I want you to speak to him"
"Are you mad? Can you no longer handle the merest sip of wine in your old age!" Logar retorted, "Usul will stab me in the back given the opportunity."
"But you are the only one who could possibly get through to him" Father pleaded, "He will not return my letters. You have no choice!"

Shocked at that last remark, an order as such had not been forced upon him for several years since leaving the family estate to seek his own path in the world "GET OUT!" Logar demanded, then in tone akin to a whisper, but with clenched teeth "You do not control me any more. Now Leave!.....Guards!"

As the guards rushed in, "Please take my Father away from here. organise an entourage of 6 men and escort him safely back to his home estate" in knowledge of the dangers of such a journey, whilst monsters rampaged the lands.

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The past few weeks had begun to take its toll. logar was exhausted.
Himself and the last remaining survivor of his unit; whom had been savaged by beasts; together travelled the Mech regions evading all foes and working in the shadows to perform their maintenance work of the regions.

Logar had received promising reports from his knights, and heard tales of their recent battles against the beasts that were savaging the realm. The Kings Guard were stomping towards Lavendrow cutting down any wretched creature in their path.

Logar and his single loyal Captain now daparted from Mech Calen on a journey to rendezvous with the rest of the Guard in Lavendrow.
'It has been far too long my friends' Logar quietly thought to himself, realising the countless weeks it had been since enjoying the comforts and joy of the taverns, with his knights of the Kings Guard. With this thought, he suddenly felt a warmth in his heart, knowing he can share a drink once more with his friends.

'They only need to get through Faithill....Hmm Faithill'

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Logar entered the tavern, stood inside of the entrance and scanned the room.
It was late evening and the tavern was bustling with strangers from many walks of life: Traders, farmers, common-folk, soldiers 'negotiating' with whores; and as expected, Lord Liam sat in a corner sipping ale whilst mulling over paperwork.
It had become a habit--Almost tradition--for the knights of the Kings Guard to spend most of their time performing their duties from the comforts of an ale-house, Something I must address

Logar was in a hurry to reach Lavendrow; but as he was passing through; wished for the short honour of sharing an ale with Liam, whilst discussing news of recent events.
One ale became four, and after 3 hours, Logar knew he must make haste for the road once more.

They parted with farewells and reminded each other of the coming Winter in two days time. With that thought, Logar walked on with his captain by his side, into the dark night--A gentle chilling breeze began to blow.
Logar entered the tavern of Lavendrow. The 'Sword Swallow Inn' was an extremely popular gathering hole for the more wealthy of men--Peasantry and misfits were forced out simply from the unspoken message set by the scrutinising frowns expressed by the regulars with large purses.

The whores were doing their rounds, entertaining and teasing the crowds, enticing easy drunken prey to place coins in their bulging purses, before accompanying them to various rooms on the top floor. A chuckling, giggling group of young ladies huddled together aound one man at the end of the bar. Finally catching a glimpse of the popular man through a gap, as one of the girls swayed slightly to the left; There as expected, was Vice Marshal Jericho telling tales of his new mighty weapon he had aquired just the day before.

Logar approached the crowd, and one by one the girls walked away after catching glimpse of the Marshal, recognising the air of authority about him.
Now when all the girls had moved their attention to other unsuspecting victims in the bar, Logar sat beside the Vice Marshal, grinned and orders two ales.

"Great to see you again my friend" Logar spoke, "I am glad to see that recent events have not tarnished your taste in fine ladies"

Together they talked, and talked, laughed and drunk. "I really must teach Lord Axylia the correct use of the compass" Logar expressed "Inklen is the opposite direction to Lavendrow, Bah! Either that, or his scribes need to be replaced by more competent folk"

Jericho handed over his new unique axe, when Logar requested a look at the fine weapon.
"Beautiful" he stated, whilst swinging to and fro, clumsily knocking over his ale, then accidently catching his leg armour leaving a healthy chink. Another swing assured that he lost his grip resulting in the axe dropping to the floor, bounced until 'clunk' it laid to rest after hitting the foot of a large bearded trader.
Angrily, the giant of a man stood up and charged towards Logar with intent to harm.
At that moment Lord Adrianus; whom had been watching the events unfold from the opposite side of the room; Charged in between the burley trader and his Marshal, halting the trader in his tracks. Adrianus whispered something unheard into the trader's ear. The trader knodded once at Adrianus, then at Logar before returning to his seat.

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Logar put the quill back into its place in the inkwell, gave the parchment a gentle blow, drying the last moist words of the letter. He picked up the letter placing it firmly against his chest, knelt down beside the burning campfire and muttered the words "I continue to pledge my alliegence forthwith--To Asylon, to my King, to my fellow Kinsmen and to the Bloodmoon fruit. Along the path that hath been thrust upon us...we shalt prevail!"

The young lad whom Logar had befriended with the offer of gold during his journey to Via; now a hired messenger; stepped forward from the 
shadows into the illuminating firelight. Logar handed him the 'pledge of alliegence', giving orders to deliver it to the King with haste.

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The knights of the Kings Guard were in the Capital gathered in the tavern--Where they always worked best from.
Logar was stood, with eyes and attention of his Knights fixed upon him. He gave his speech announcing the temporary disbandonment of the Guard until new lands are found, before exchanging his gratitude to each and every one of them. He was proud of them and what the Guard had accomplished together.

Logar sat down after dispensing his touching words, he gazed towards the opposite corner of the room in a somewhat daydream, thoughts wandering. He reminisced of his time in the West, of the friends he had made, the battles won and lost, the scars which still remained; Then another thought occured What of the Stranger?
As if willed by the Gods, in that moment a band of traders dispersed from the bar revealing the sight of a single figure sat in the corner--Staring in his direction. Logars heart skipped a beat with the recognition of the person who closely watched him; The posture was unmistakable--The 'Cloaked Stranger' had returned to speak with him!
"My friends, please excuse me for a moment" Logar requested to his companions, before making his way to meet with his 'friend' in the corner.

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The men grumbling and worried could not stop talking about the families and friends left behind. Jericho sympathized with them, his heart filled with sorrow at leaving Asylon behind. He was comforted however, knowing he was travelling in good company. And with a sly grin, he wondered if his Marshal's "stranger" would be following the Asylonian troops across the sea. His heart had skipped a beat after his Marshal's kind words, when he saw Logar with the mysterious one. Her dangerous airs intrigued him and he somehow felt safe knowing she was near. He briefly wondered what that meant to his manhood, but he his thoughts were interrupted.

"My lord Jericho!"
Jericho turned and saw one of his men escorting a dirty woman to him. "She says she knows the mighty warrior, Vice Jericho!"
Jericho walked up to the bosomy woman and held her face, and as he looked at her luscious lips, he remembered. " Marie, from fat bottom farms! what a delight, this can only be a good omen for our journey." 
The moon smiled down on them and Jericho began to whistle a merry tune as the men marched toward Uppervia. His manhood intact, for the moment.

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Sat opposite the 'Cloaked Stranger', Logar smiled. Still he could not see the face beneath the dark shadow of the hooded cloak; But he knew the face which lurked beneath shadow, and the reason why his Sister wished not to reveal her identity to him.
"Did you receive the scroll?" she asked without formal greeting.
"The scroll?" Logar replied, "I should have known you had a part in that"
"I happened upon the trade during my travels" the stranger explained, "I arranged for it to find its way into your hands. I am pleased it reached you my friend".
"I thank you again, Stranger".

For an hour they talked in quiet mutterings and whispers which kept private their conversation.
Logar stood announcing his need to depart, to the stranger "My friend, my jouney cannot wait no longer. It is time for me to leave".
The stranger also stood to bid Logar farewll, "before you depart...Here, for you will need this more than me for this journey". She unclasped the trinket which hung from its silver chain around her neck, and pulled it out from beneath her hood.
"My sacred Bloodmoon!" he blurted out in a whisper, whilst accepting the return of his gift from the once Priest Axylia.
"It brought me much luck during my quest" the stranger explained, "Now you are on your quest, it is only fitting for it to be in the hands of its true owner"
"My friend, I thank you for all you have done for me" Logar held out his hand. The stranger lightly grasped his hand for a moment before releasing it again.
"I am travelling by hills and road" she spoke whilst turning and walking away, "I will see you again Marshal Loger....On the other side!"

With her back to him, Logar caught a moments glimpe of  her long, flowing brunette hair; as she removed her hood;  before she was swallowed by the crowd and had disapperaed once again.