London's Lament

[Adamat]

"Please, people, make a line," Harald shouted towards the crowd, but it had no effect, just like it hadn't had any effect before. "There's enough for everyone, if you'd just line up!" At the orders of his new King De Vassy, Harald had gathered his company of newly knighted men, and set out into the city, there where the fighting had been heaviest. He was now trying to distribute food to the starved people, but they were so desparate... and greedy...

[Stívarðr Reynitré]

Guthred pushed his way through the thronging mass of clutching and grasping hands. His intent was much more clear. His face, etched with weariness, bore a stern expression. Pushing aside the last of the crowd, he emerged, his chest rising and falling with angry breaths. A hand clutched his shoulder and dragged him back. "Don't! You know the punishment. This is not the time."

Guthred turned, brushing the hand from this hulking shoulders and furrowing his sweat ridden brow. "Then go home," he spoke through gritted teeth, "I did not ask for your presence here. You knew this day would come Farran. We both did."

With that, Guthred turned on his heel and tramped through the sodden ground.

[Adamat]

"What's this then?" Harald said mostly to himself as he saw the man emerge from the crowd. It was clear he wasn't too happy about something... Just to be safe, Harald called out, "Nordic Company, on me!" Ten swords rasped at the same time as they were drawn from their scabbards, and the men linked up with Harald himself.

"What do you want, man?" Harald called out.

Ooc: have you registered yet?

[Lord William]

A crowd of Londoners carrying various vegetables come forward

Death to the heretic, and his pagan army
the people yelled

[Adamat]

Ooc: i object. Where did you get the Londoners?

[Mors Vigilia]

ooc: Here: http://www.twcenter.net/forums/showt...1#post12760872
ic:

A small ship was seen trying to make its way into London, slowly trying to bypass the wreckage upon the Thames.

[Adamat]

Ooc: i'm confused. Are those men on the ship or are they the 'vegetable men'?

[Mors Vigilia]

ooc: The vegetable men are confronting your character and controlled by LW, those on the ship are my characters, not yet involved in this.

[Adamat]

OOC: Ah, i get it.

Harald sent one of the men to tell De Vassy of the angered Londoners, while the nine remaining men retreated to a nearby building in order to hold out against them better if they truly wanted to fight. The foodstuffs were left where they had been placed, the hungry Londoners could be distracted...

[Mors Vigilia]

While the water was strewn with flotsam and jetsam, the river was wide enough and deep enough for the new ship to continue its slow traverse. Concerned faces peered over the side, obviously previously unaware of the carnage that had befallen this city.

[Gandalfus]

De Vassy approached the ship, and looked at it carefully, addressing the men on board.

​Hail! Who sails the Thames this day?

[Mors Vigilia]

An indistinct figure called back.

Pilgrims returning from the holy land! We mean no trouble here.

[Gandalfus]

De Vassy nods to his men.

​let them through.

[Mors Vigilia]

Disembarking cautiously upon the wreckage of the docks, a young man with a beastly arming sword strapped to his back strode up to de Vassy. His dark hair was cut short to a stubble at the sides with the rest on top being pulled back and tied behind his head. The man also sported a close cropped beard that did not leave his lower jaw.

Whom do I address?

[Gandalfus]

William de Vassy, lord of Nottingham, and king of England.

[Mors Vigilia]

The man quickly bowed though he could not hide a momentary frown. Surely the latter title assumed the former?

[Gandalfus]

​You are welcome to stay here in London; unfortunately you came back during a war.

[Mors Vigilia]

​You are welcome to stay here in London; unfortunately you came back during a war.

The man straightened.

I notice. We have heard little of England these past years, what trouble befalls her?

[Adamat]

One of the Nordic Company came running up to De Vassy...

[Gandalfus]

He grimaced, looking the man straight in the face.

​Civil war, mainly.