The Band of the Red Eagle, Maidenpool

**Trot** · June 05, 2015, 07:30 PM

The Band of the Red Eagle

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**Jokern** · June 06, 2015, 01:56 PM

A lone rider enters the Red Eagle camp, requesting a meeting with their commander. On his gambeson the sigil of House Baratheon is sewn on over his heart.

**Trot** · June 06, 2015, 02:04 PM

The man is led trough the camp where all around men are drilling with Long bows and spears. The camp was highly organized and clean unusual for mercenaries, but Edric liked to think of him self as above common sellswords. He instilled discipline in his men and made sure they listened to him. Eventually the rider is led to a large command tent where Edric sits talking with some of his commanders.

**Jokern** · June 06, 2015, 02:46 PM

The rider enters the tent, making a slight bow to Edric Rivers.

"Greetings, ser. I'm Sebastion Errol, sworn sword serving Lord Michael Baratheon of Storm's End. He sent me here to hire the services of you and your men. The contract would be for a standard three years, while payment would depend on the amount of men you can muster."

**Trot** · June 06, 2015, 02:53 PM

Edric looks up at the messenger. "I currently employ Eighteen Hundred men." He begins slowly, "But I will not have any of them following Baratheon until I know what he wants me and my men to do."

**Jokern** · June 06, 2015, 04:03 PM

"Very well. You'll be serving directly under Lord Baratheon on the battlefield. You'll be living, eating and fighting beside Stormlanders, but there may opportunity for you to be sent on other more... profitable missions to disrupt the enemy's effort to organize, to put one way. For eighteen-hundred men, a salary of 20,000 golden dragons should suffice."

**Trot** · June 06, 2015, 04:14 PM

"And who would my men be fighting?" He asks.

**Jokern** · June 06, 2015, 04:23 PM

"Reachmen, rivermen, crownlanders, you name it. But I guess the real question is: will you be fighting dragons? Am I wrong?"

**Trot** · June 06, 2015, 04:31 PM

"I am not an idiot Ser, I have heard that Aegon has claimed the throne. 20,000 dragons may be a fair price for skirmishes with the Dornish or the Reach, but I have the life's of my men to think about. Will there be dragons?"

**Jokern** · June 06, 2015, 04:44 PM

"I won't lie and say no, for there will most likely be dragons. I understand your skepticism, ser, anyone would be in your situation. But if you aren't an idiot, then you should see pretty clearly that no matter which side is your employer, you and your men will be facing dragons. What other work will there be in the Seven Kingdoms for a sellsword for the next coming years? However, I'm sure Lord Baratheon would be willing to raise the payment to 30,000 dragons, with promise of you being allowed to keep any spoils of war you get your hands on."

**Trot** · June 06, 2015, 04:59 PM

He pauses considering for a moment, "I will accept on three conditions. You say the contract is for three years then you will pay the 30,000 dragon fee each year or the contract will be terminated. Second you will not split up my unit. My men serve under me and follow my orders they will not be dispersed among you ranks. And finally your Lord will swear to me in person that should this go poorly my men and I will not be abandoned by him. His status gives him protection I will not see my men butchered for following him."

ooc since we seem to be doing two week years during the dance then it will be 30,000 up front then 15,000 each pay period.

**Jokern** · June 06, 2015, 05:38 PM

"If Lord Baratheon agree to these terms, then you must swear to honor the contract as well, and any men you recruit during your years of service will also serve him. Sellswords have a reputation of being treacherous and changing sides if things go south, so Lord Baratheon stand to lose as well if the contract is broken. Do we have an agreement?"

OOC: sounds good.

**Trot** · June 06, 2015, 05:54 PM

"I have never dishonored a contract before Ser and I don't intend this to be the first." He says offended. "Tell your Lord we have an agreement my men will march for Storm's End."

**Jokern** · June 07, 2015, 01:34 AM

Errol smiled and shook the commander's hand.

"Lord Baratheon will be pleased. See you at Storm's End."

The knight left the tent, mounted his horse and rode hard out of the camp, going south towards the Stormlands.