Carlisle's Cumberland Wardens were camped just outside Brampton, waiting for those of Northumberland to arrive with Lord Bamburgh.
Lord Carlisle stood next to Sir Roger of Dalston, looking north.
Carlisle's Cumberland Wardens were camped just outside Brampton, waiting for those of Northumberland to arrive with Lord Bamburgh.
Lord Carlisle stood next to Sir Roger of Dalston, looking north.
Roger munched on an apple, while his men waited patiently behind them, letting the horses recover their strength. He bit into a worm and spat it onto the ground, before slinging the rest of it away.
Bitter is the wind tonight,
it stirs up the white-waved sea.
I do not fear the coursing of the Irish sea
by the fierce warriors of Lothlind.
It was a warm day and the baron was sweating a little. He scratched at his chest and wiped his hand on his leg.
Do you think the Irishman'll even turn up?
Roger laughed,
Probably seen a sheep he wanted to hump on the way here
Bitter is the wind tonight,
it stirs up the white-waved sea.
I do not fear the coursing of the Irish sea
by the fierce warriors of Lothlind.
Carlisle was shocked to hear such things from Roger. He had not recalled the man being so crass before...
I do not think so, Roger... He is probably only arriving late to spite us...
Roger yawned and waited
Bitter is the wind tonight,
it stirs up the white-waved sea.
I do not fear the coursing of the Irish sea
by the fierce warriors of Lothlind.
500 men under Patrick join the gathering crowd
Together they totalled 1100 men.
Carlisle beckoned the Irishman over as he mounted up. The march would soon commence.
Roger cantered over to the rest of his men to make them ready, breathing a sigh of relief that they could finally get moving.
Bitter is the wind tonight,
it stirs up the white-waved sea.
I do not fear the coursing of the Irish sea
by the fierce warriors of Lothlind.
Carlisle scratched at his scalp as he yawned. When Patrick finally came over he'd be receiving a piece of Carlisle's mind. This was no time to be acting like a common barbarian.
Patrick finishes check that his men are good ready to move before riding over two swordsmen next to him.
Irishman, do know anything about fighting Scots? Anything more than my own two decades of fighting them?
His tone spoke very clearly that he did not expect so.
If not, you can get to leading your line, three abreast on the left, with the Wardens of Cumberland doing the same on the right. Sir Roger of Dalston and his men at arms shall have front and centre, their jobs are to scout ahead and to relay messages when required. Understood?
We can do that.
Bitter is the wind tonight,
it stirs up the white-waved sea.
I do not fear the coursing of the Irish sea
by the fierce warriors of Lothlind.
Patrick bows slightly to hide his grimace before departing to lead his men.
Carlisle grunted - close to a growl - and roused his men. In short order they were ready, 21 mounted men including Carlisle, leading three hundred footmen with the remaining one hundred and eighty men at arms riding in the van.
Reigning up beside Sir Roger, Carlisle adjusted his cloak for comfort before leaning over to speak to the man.
Find me a fight. A town. A village. An almighty city containing the entire barbaric Scotch horde. Find me a fight.
Roger smiled and raised an eyebrow, turning to his lord,
We'll try and leave something for you, lord, no promises though.
Bitter is the wind tonight,
it stirs up the white-waved sea.
I do not fear the coursing of the Irish sea
by the fierce warriors of Lothlind.
Carlisle almost smiled himself. Almost.
Get to it.
With that, he returned to his line, heading north to war.
The army had been travelling for a good few hours now and Carlisle had yet to hear from Sir Roger or his scouts...
ooc: sir roger had been travelling across the country on 4 trains, 2 buses and a taxi all day also how is this supposed to work
ic:
Smoke rose in the distance. Roger and his men were getting to work. Scouts still patrolled ahead of the burning village though.
Bitter is the wind tonight,
it stirs up the white-waved sea.
I do not fear the coursing of the Irish sea
by the fierce warriors of Lothlind.
ooc: These first encounters give us free rein to RP laying waste to the land for a bit without any deductions from either English or Scottish military numbers.
ic:
Carlisle upped the pace, hastening to reach the action.