The Watchers have had some trouble since the Iron Heels speakeasy dealings with those from the House of the Cock who have been most uncooperative with our requests to release their chickens no matter what we offer them.
It all started one day when our spy was found dead and stripped of all clothing and covered with feathers indicating trouble from the House of the Cock, once again. All over the area, posters appeared which were held up by things that our dead spy wore and used such as a family knife or barbed arrowhead. The postings promised retribution and a stop to their guild offering a good reward for the head Watcher. There was no need to have a signature as it was obvious who made the bounty but it was signed Henry the Bald at the bottom... letting them know that this man was on their side.
A fat ruddy man known as the Balding Bishop formed an alliance with the House of the Cock and promised to help put a stop to the Watchers of the Heavens Below. He was stationed in Caerlon and traded more goods from there to Fort Sterling than any other person. Known as former royalty often referred to as the Red Cardigans due to the style of tops in which they wear.
Henry the Bald was known as many different names and appetites with so much money that he could afford to feed the entire city for more than a month and said to eat for three other people at least. His intense love for chicken was well known so long as it was cooked and on his plate. If mistreating animals were taboo than this man was very deep in the mud, so overweight that he could barely walk. His negotiating skills were superior to most merchants and he seemed to have more contacts than any other man! Most of all though, he always had the funds to invest, as well as the appetite to go with it, always ordering more than people expect.
One of our Watchers went to meet with him and they discussed food and how much better beef or veal tasted compared to chicken but he caught onto who she was and started to go against her opinion regardless of what was said or the spirit she had. Trying her best not to be frustrated, she countered by telling him that the chickens would at least taste better if they were healthier and cage-free at least if they were going to be eaten regardless of the obvious risk as everyone from far has remembered obtaining the Tickle from eating the bird, whether it be egg or flesh. He smiled and gave a certain ominous look, then started to say that he preferred the ones which were force fed until their livers became bad. She raised her voice and while shouting at him, distracted him long enough not to notice grabbing his pouch full of gems, knowing that he would find it gone later and know that it was her who did it to him. She told him that compassion was like a sparkling gemstone and then took off, hearing his guards alerted after a few moments in the distance.
The brother of the spy killed wasted no time and gathered some close friends to join the Watchers as they went out into the night to stop them then found that they had certain upgrades regarding their wagon transporting goods to Caerlon. Not like other ones, this one was armored with a great beast in barding and a miniature ballista bolt thrower on a rotating wheel with several adjusting layers for aiming down as well as every direction. They knew it would be a lot harder putting a stop to this wagon trail but they had to try as the Tickle was spreading, capable of doing a lot more damage to those who lived out in the cold compared to those in the Below. We were determined to put a stop to it.
At night we went to the trail, taking one which would be impossible to follow on horseback and prepared to strike when they would least suspect it, while having the most guards with them and the most chances of having nearby help should the fight last very long at all. The pass offered plenty of foliage and cover for our men to surround the train of wagons and guards, and all strike at once with arrows, spells of fire and curses, along with men pouncing out from the shadows. Some of their horses were cut free by someone who was knocked out while fighting as many guards of theirs lay dead at their feet, not being able to do much other than take cover in their wagons and hide from the missile fire. They waited for a few minutes and then unloaded fire into the skies in a way that it would likely fall back down upon them while torches and some arrows carrying flame decorated all over the wooden wagons at the same time that someone rushed forward and before diving for cover, he threw flammable oil to be ignited by the flames and their targets made it worse by trying to put it out with alcohol like the bunch of idiots they were.
Most of them fled the wagon targeted most and went to the other one and we were expecting that, waiting for it, and promptly acted, jumping into their main cargo, opening all of their chicken cages while taking some things for ourselves. Our Hand stayed at the sides of our Head and the our Foot provided distraction, traps, and baits for them in the most strategic way we needed.
They came rushing us with shields, more numbers, and some dogs but we cared not for battle, just wanted to free the chickens now running into the shadows of the forested night. Near the other end of the wagon trail before they had time to notice the birds fleeing, all of our archers fired upon them long enough for one of our guys to get to the final cages on their side, open them, and then fight them off while the chickens run fast and balked, some flying away while others seemingly helping by pecking at those who were engaged in melee on their side.
Once the last bird was freed, the close combat suddenly ended as we fled but just enough to continue to fire upon them while others would gain more ground away from them. We knew we were very outnumbered so we had to keep at least one person firing arrows or bolts at all times. Some had to go back in a little bit closer to make sure that they would not chase the birds for them to all flee and to have made their efforts worth it.
The Watchers had little choices to make, despite doing rather well for being outnumbered, the fight became a chase and we were prepared for what was to come next. Many of them went back for their horses so that we would not be able to make it far, but right out in the open was a bridge of vines and a trunk which had fallen across the ravine allowing only those on foot across, ending their chances of catching any of us which would have inevitably happened because of their numbers. By the time we had fled, only a few of their men were knocked out or killed and ours who was on the ground by the road was able to wake up and try to escape the other direction while making sure just enough that we needed to distract them from going after their food but was caught and held prisoner by them as a bandit to pay for his crimes.
One of our scouts, a Foot of course, kept an eye on their train then reported in telling us that a man among them was sent to Caerlon at full-pace riding their fastest horse. We would not be able to stay in the area for long and knew we had to leave before more men would come out and search for bandits or whatever we were reported as. For the most part neither side of this little war has reported anything to the authorities ever since the incident at our Speakeasy but now our man was taken by them and jailed as a bandit so we would soon have to make sure that the authorities would get more involved with good faith.
Meanwhile in Caerlon, their destination, they had someone from their wagon train fetch some help from the city, loading up traps and cages for catching the cocks which fled then started to head back to assist in catching all of them. We had eyes all over the place though, and they were not able to make it very far...
We were able to spot them on the road and follow them, having someone ahead release one of the chicken we had with us so that they would stop and try to catch it. While doing so one of our people jumped up on their oxen and fled. Another one of us ensuring this would happen by unloading a few shots toward them. Luckily the entire encounter happened without much violence and in the end no one lost their lives on either side other than those who had recently eaten the bird, noticed only by one of them who kept his mouth shut, although a few more were bed-ridden with injuries which were life-threatening during the original encounter.
Henry the Bald was quite enraged at the news that no chicken was recovered from the incident as the men were too frightened of being baited out by another one so let it go and accepted the loss. Another person who was very unexpected came to help us by the name of Jewely who used be in love with Henry until he became a drunk and would make mean jokes that she did not like. She said that he was a good man but having some rough times due to their being separated as she could not take his jokes anymore. Goth, who was also the Crone of Mountain Cross currently, promised her that they would do everything they could to ensure peace between them but the Tickle was a serious risk and could annihilated her home in the Heavens.
Perhaps something could be done to remedy the situation?
It all started one day when our spy was found dead and stripped of all clothing and covered with feathers indicating trouble from the House of the Cock, once again. All over the area, posters appeared which were held up by things that our dead spy wore and used such as a family knife or barbed arrowhead. The postings promised retribution and a stop to their guild offering a good reward for the head Watcher. There was no need to have a signature as it was obvious who made the bounty but it was signed Henry the Bald at the bottom... letting them know that this man was on their side.A fat ruddy man known as the Balding Bishop formed an alliance with the House of the Cock and promised to help put a stop to the Watchers of the Heavens Below. He was stationed in Caerlon and traded more goods from there to Fort Sterling than any other person. Known as former royalty often referred to as the Red Cardigans due to the style of tops in which they wear.
One of our Watchers went to meet with him and they discussed food and how much better beef or veal tasted compared to chicken but he caught onto who she was and started to go against her opinion regardless of what was said or the spirit she had. Trying her best not to be frustrated, she countered by telling him that the chickens would at least taste better if they were healthier and cage-free at least if they were going to be eaten regardless of the obvious risk as everyone from far has remembered obtaining the Tickle from eating the bird, whether it be egg or flesh. He smiled and gave a certain ominous look, then started to say that he preferred the ones which were force fed until their livers became bad. She raised her voice and while shouting at him, distracted him long enough not to notice grabbing his pouch full of gems, knowing that he would find it gone later and know that it was her who did it to him. She told him that compassion was like a sparkling gemstone and then took off, hearing his guards alerted after a few moments in the distance.
At night we went to the trail, taking one which would be impossible to follow on horseback and prepared to strike when they would least suspect it, while having the most guards with them and the most chances of having nearby help should the fight last very long at all. The pass offered plenty of foliage and cover for our men to surround the train of wagons and guards, and all strike at once with arrows, spells of fire and curses, along with men pouncing out from the shadows. Some of their horses were cut free by someone who was knocked out while fighting as many guards of theirs lay dead at their feet, not being able to do much other than take cover in their wagons and hide from the missile fire. They waited for a few minutes and then unloaded fire into the skies in a way that it would likely fall back down upon them while torches and some arrows carrying flame decorated all over the wooden wagons at the same time that someone rushed forward and before diving for cover, he threw flammable oil to be ignited by the flames and their targets made it worse by trying to put it out with alcohol like the bunch of idiots they were.
Most of them fled the wagon targeted most and went to the other one and we were expecting that, waiting for it, and promptly acted, jumping into their main cargo, opening all of their chicken cages while taking some things for ourselves. Our Hand stayed at the sides of our Head and the our Foot provided distraction, traps, and baits for them in the most strategic way we needed.
They came rushing us with shields, more numbers, and some dogs but we cared not for battle, just wanted to free the chickens now running into the shadows of the forested night. Near the other end of the wagon trail before they had time to notice the birds fleeing, all of our archers fired upon them long enough for one of our guys to get to the final cages on their side, open them, and then fight them off while the chickens run fast and balked, some flying away while others seemingly helping by pecking at those who were engaged in melee on their side.
The Watchers had little choices to make, despite doing rather well for being outnumbered, the fight became a chase and we were prepared for what was to come next. Many of them went back for their horses so that we would not be able to make it far, but right out in the open was a bridge of vines and a trunk which had fallen across the ravine allowing only those on foot across, ending their chances of catching any of us which would have inevitably happened because of their numbers. By the time we had fled, only a few of their men were knocked out or killed and ours who was on the ground by the road was able to wake up and try to escape the other direction while making sure just enough that we needed to distract them from going after their food but was caught and held prisoner by them as a bandit to pay for his crimes.
One of our scouts, a Foot of course, kept an eye on their train then reported in telling us that a man among them was sent to Caerlon at full-pace riding their fastest horse. We would not be able to stay in the area for long and knew we had to leave before more men would come out and search for bandits or whatever we were reported as. For the most part neither side of this little war has reported anything to the authorities ever since the incident at our Speakeasy but now our man was taken by them and jailed as a bandit so we would soon have to make sure that the authorities would get more involved with good faith.
Meanwhile in Caerlon, their destination, they had someone from their wagon train fetch some help from the city, loading up traps and cages for catching the cocks which fled then started to head back to assist in catching all of them. We had eyes all over the place though, and they were not able to make it very far...
We were able to spot them on the road and follow them, having someone ahead release one of the chicken we had with us so that they would stop and try to catch it. While doing so one of our people jumped up on their oxen and fled. Another one of us ensuring this would happen by unloading a few shots toward them. Luckily the entire encounter happened without much violence and in the end no one lost their lives on either side other than those who had recently eaten the bird, noticed only by one of them who kept his mouth shut, although a few more were bed-ridden with injuries which were life-threatening during the original encounter.Henry the Bald was quite enraged at the news that no chicken was recovered from the incident as the men were too frightened of being baited out by another one so let it go and accepted the loss. Another person who was very unexpected came to help us by the name of Jewely who used be in love with Henry until he became a drunk and would make mean jokes that she did not like. She said that he was a good man but having some rough times due to their being separated as she could not take his jokes anymore. Goth, who was also the Crone of Mountain Cross currently, promised her that they would do everything they could to ensure peace between them but the Tickle was a serious risk and could annihilated her home in the Heavens.
Perhaps something could be done to remedy the situation?
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