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"Do you be alright?" Squatting down next to Tyrian, Kalos laid a hand on the younger man's shoulder. The young lad's side was bandaged and he looked a little pale but he nodded vigourously enough in response. He'd pull through easily enough if given time to rest, but they would need every man when they stormed the Royal Palace. Hopefully one of the channelers would be able to see to him, their healing was working wonders and saving many from fatal wounds, giving them a second chance they otherwise wouldn't have. "Yes sir, I do be fine." "What can you be telling me about what do be happening here? Did you be freeing the Companions?" "Yes sir." Nodding, Tyrian gestured to the cells around them. "A few of my fellow Militia do be still checking cells, using the logbook we did be finding to be determining who be here before the Queen came and who do be put in here afterward. A few of the ones that do be from before have been freed as well, had the idea to be offering them amnesty if they do be taking up arms for the Queen, depending on their previous crime." Nodding, Kalos approved of the idea whoever had birthed it. They needed all the swords they could get, and these men would be fighting doubly for their freedom, as long as they were trustworthy. It didn't need to be said that they would be watched, Kalos knew Tyrian and the others were smart enough to have already figured that out. "How many Companions were down here?" "We do still be going, but from the last count there did be a full six hundred imprisoned here. They do be a bit weak, but apparently they did be fed well enough. They did be saying that they were all offered freedom if they did be swearing to Ja'varan, some did be taking the offer but must did be standing firm." Wincing as he shifted himself so he was more upright, Tyrian added. "There do be something else." "Something else?" "We did be coming across a couple of unusual prisoners. One did be an Ogier that did be calling itself Forge, at least we do be thinking he be an Ogier. We no be sure of what to do with him till we did be coming across another prisoner who did be identifying the Ogier for what it was. He did be calling himself Andular Rojvas and he did be saying that he knew the commander from Tar Valon, did be his master at one point. Said he did be needing to speak to Con, but I did no be having enough men to be sparing to be putting a seperate guard on him to be escorting him. He do be with the Companions and others." "And where do they be?" "Mess Hall, Da did be wanting to make sure everyone got a decent meal. Then be giving them a chance to be washing themselves, get themselves in order. The attack no be fo-" "Its alright Tyrian, your father did be doing the right thing. We do be needing to sort out a livery for our Companions anyway so they no be confused with that of the darkfriends. Do you be fine here? We can be taking you with us to the hall." "It do be fine, my friends no be much longer I think. Need to be staying here in case anyone else do be coming by." Nodding, Kalos clapped the lad on the arm. "Be sure to be having your friends take you to one of the healers when they do be returning." Standing, he signalled the rest of the men with him to follow, to the Mess Hall they would go... Kalos heard the Mess Hall before he saw it, the great double doors that led into a massive dining hall for the guards that were stationed in the palace. As it was, it was flooded with men who were sitting at the tables and chowing down food or still lined up to get their meal as they talked. His arrival was quickly noted as the cheers acknowledged, something he quickly raised his hands to quell. Six hundred men cheering at once was gratifying, but he didn't want the sound carrying beyond the Palace. Besides, he needed to speak. "Companions! Those of you who remained true to Sofia Stepaneos, as you must already know she is still alive and she is here! Just before dawn breaks, we shall make our move against the Forsaken and her Darkfriends in the Royal Palace! We are joined not only joined by the Militia of the Perfumed Quarter underneath Con Stavros, once Commander of the Tower Guard of Tar Valon, but by the Band of the Red Hand and the Asha'man of the Black Tower who have come to assist us in restoring our true Queen to her throne by the Dragon Reborn's order!" That provoked whispers, but Kalos continued. "They have proven trustworthy, without them we could not have gotten this far so give them your trust in turn! Once your meals are finished, I am told you will be taken to the barracks baths to clean up and that will give us time to find some livery that better suits you!" That provoked a small cheer. "Every man is to wear a green bandana to mark them as loyal to the true Queen as opposed to those bastards that sold themselves to the Shadow! They will be provided as we find the material and I shall be wearing one with you!" "Now, get back to your meals! And would the Ogier Forge and the man called Andular Rojvas both please step forward!" Kalos waited even as the Companions turned back to what they were doing before. Kalos Menaloaos Illianer Companion OOC: Kev and Steve you're on :)
"It do be a fools thing not to be bearing a sword tonight, Stavros." Looking at Kalos Melanoaos, the Queen's last Companion, Con shook his head at the gruff elder. The man had been working on him for weeks to take up the sword in preparation for tonight, and to test him for that matter, but Con had refused everytime. When he'd made his oath to never wield a sword again he had meant it, he was done with killing. Once he made an oath he intended to keep to it, on the otherhand he wouldn't send others to fight in his stead. He was responsible for his men, he would protect them as best he could from the worst of what was to come. Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if he had refused Alin's offer to become the Commander of the Tower Guard. He had preferred the relative innocence of being a soldier, the responsibility of decisions being upon others. Well, not entirely, he had despised some of the decisions that had been made for him, but the responsibility of sending others into danger was something he had never become entirely comfortable with. Blood was blood, whether one spilled it or they sent others to have theirs spilled. The only consolation was that this danger was to be tempted in order to end the greater danger. One of the Chosen. "You could at least be using an axe." "I might be swearing of the sword, but that would be splitting hairs on the intention of the oath. We do be approaching the Palace, quiet be in order." Getting a nod in turn from Kalos, Con turned from the man to their target. The Palace of the Council of Nine was a great structure of Ogier design, exactly like the Royal Palace save for being two feet smaller in every measurement. Supporting a decent garrison for security, many people that could have been counted on to help them had been expelled early in Ja'varan's usurption of the Laurel Crown yet there were still a few that could aid them. The gates unfortunately had not been practical. There was no reason for a large gathering of people to be approaching any of them and the alarm would have been raised. Yet there had been an alternative. Illian's canals had led to an entrance being made at the water level, an easy means of bringing supplies in and out of the Palace. Not an uncommon sight at any time of the day or night with the supply of the army outside being an issue, the Palace had turned into a storehouse for particularly sensitive items like the finer weaponry to be issued to the new Companions that Ja'varan had seen fit to have trained in order to fill the holes in the ranks left by loyalists that had discovered her nature and defended the true Queen as she had escaped. On the score of boats that Con and his men had manned, there were dozens of great crates where they had stowed away the men of the Band with the Black Tower, hidden with their weapons. Cramped no doubt, but necessary to hide their numbers. Once they were inside, Con and his men would help the sympathisers subdue the other guards, then crack the crates open and let the others out of the crates. All the while they had to stay quiet while they stood in the crates. Alot of trust in Con and his men to pull it off, but Con had no intention of him or his men being the weak link. Even now the Palace loomed over their boats made their way down the canal. Its white walls and purple slated roofs a darker shade under the half moon that loomed above them, the stray thought that Con had never thought to enter the Council Palace, particularly in this manner, was quickly brushed aside. Instead he did the top button of his long coat up and made his way to the back of the boat even as Nic hailed the guards and identified them as carrying supplies. Giving the password when requested, the chain boom was raised clear of the boats and they were allowed to continue. Passing through a small tunnel in single file, it was torchlight that greeted them as they cleared it. A dock of marble within the palace itself, the boats sidled up alongside the different piers even as guardsmen formed up on them. Not one of them bore a drawn weapon though, supplies being moved in and out were common and there was never any trouble. After all, how was this to be expected? Following the men up onto the pier, Con remained quiet as he let Nic do the talking. Before any of the unloading could begin, each man had to be checked for weapons. Beginning to undo his coat, he only had the first button undone when a pair of the sympathisers amongst the guard had taken up a position by the stairwell and closed the door. That was the signal. "Now!" Grabbing the nearest guard, Con knocked him into the land of dreams with brutal blow to the temple that had the man's eyes rolling to the ceiling even as he collapsed. The others were already tackling the nearest guards and quickly overwhelming them before they could free their weapons or give a cry of alarm. Any that won free were in turn taken down by the sympathisers who had revealed themselves by removing their helms. A brutally quick scuffle, it didn't even last a minute before the last of the pretender's guardsmen were dispatched. "Crowbars, be cracking those crates open already and let them out. Once that be done and our friends do be disembarked, be getting the crates off and be heading back down the canal and be fetching the rest of our fellows and theirs. By the time you do be getting back, we should be having the garrison subdued. Hurry now." Turning away as the militia got to work with freeing the Bandsmen and the Asha'men from the crates, Con walked over to Kalos who was now talking with the leader of the loyalists who had helped them take the dock. Tyrian Evangel, he was one of those old men who retained a wiry strength that many didn't expect from his aged frame. He was also Urias' uncle, which tied them together through Con's sister, Alexa, whom Urias was married to. Nodding as Tyrian greeted him, he listened as Tyrian related what information he had. "The garrison do be standing at about four hundred men currently. Of that, there do be a little over two score that do be knowing the truth of the Usurper and be loyal. Most of the guardsmen do be new, the Usurper's men. Our men did be managing to be getting themselves on duty at the different gates, so we be sure that no one do be getting out. The challenge do be in making sure those on the walls no be raising an alarm, but now that you do be here we be ready to make our move and be silencing those on the walls." "What about those that do be in the barracks? Did you be able to do it?" "Yes, no be knowing how we managed but we did be managing to drug a goodly number of them during the evening meal. No one be suddenly dropping off to sleep, but they no be entirely awake either. The main problem do be the Council chamber. Each Council member do be having Companions in their entourage. Along with the ordinary guards that do be watching the chambers those Companions do be there, about three score in all." "Who do be leading them?" "Syrinos." The sour look from Kalos caused Con to raise his eyebrow. "Syrinos Savelli be one of the High Blades of Illian, and I know him to be false. It was him and his company that attacked mine as we did be getting the Princess to safety." Pausing, Con didn't take long to answer. "Then we do be denying the Usurper some of her finer troops before we even do be taking the battle to her lair." Looking to behind him, Con noted that most of their soldiers were disembarked before turning back to Tyrian. "Do be sending your men to pass the word to begin clearing the walls. We do be needing you to be showing us the way to the Nine's Chamber." "Done." Turning away as Tyrian began to issue orders for the men to put on their green armbands and to get moving, Con needed a moment to pick out his Queen from amongst the crowd, Arette by her side. Light but Con had most certainly not wanted her here, but against any possible dreadlords they needed everyone they could get, or so the argument Arette had weakened his resolve on the matter had gone. Gathered with them were several Asha'man and Bandsmen, those from the initial meeting at his home. Handy, they needed to hear what he had been told as much as the Queen did. Stopping before them, Con summarised what he'd been told before adding his own words to it. "Everything do be going according to plan so far. As long as we do be sticking to plan, then we do be having nothing to fear. We will be needing at least three score men to be taking the Council chamber though since we be needing to be keeping channeling to a minimum so we no be alerting Ja'varan. And, of course, be sure to be taking the Council members alive. Do there be any questions?" Con Stavros Militia Head OOC: Long in the coming I know, should be finishing off work instead of doing this but finally got the right idea. Basically we snuck in on boats, all you guys were in crates and we've let you out and you're unpacked in the underground dock. The guards who are on our side are wearing green armbands. Now, whats happening is we'll be heading through the Palace, sending squads through the halls to subdue enemy guards which shall be easy work for the most part because their evening meal was drugged. Our posts need to get us near the council chambers, at which point I'll do another massive post (which won't wait nearly as long since the semester is approaching its end) and we'll be in the Council chambers for the main melee. All good? Awesome, take it away guys :)