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Argylle One-Eye
« on: October 25, 2017, 01:34:01 AM »
Chains shook and men screamed, the maelstrom of battle was almost a formality at this point. Halfhaven banners flapped proudly amongst the ranks. Ascalonian light cavalry had harried the brigands from Ryegard to Nadeston which had worked perfectly in Lord Halfhaven's favor.

The House held a war council the previous night to clarify the order of battle. Knights and scribes surrounded the war table where Lord Halfhaven had already visualized the military situation. He looked to his sons, first calling his youngest son Ancel forward. He had recently been made Lord of his father's northern estates, Nadeston particularly. "Ride hard for Rindletown and raise the levy there. Move west here and then head north there to cut off this 'Argylle's' avenue of retreat." Feanor pulled Ancel to him softly, "This is a chance to prove yourself Ancel. Do not fail our House again. You should take a journeyman of the hunter's guild with you so your company doesn't get lost." The young man nodded, red of hair and dressed in a tarnished suit of Wakesworth plate, and bid his father farewell without joy or grace. He knew the men of Rindletown and knew they were men of the fyrd, equipped with their work clothing, spears, and not much else. It wasn't like he hadn't been expecting such treatment since the return of their "beloved" Dorian. Ancel caught eyes with Dorian before his departure with a look of envy concealed only by the warmth of kinship. His steps echoed fiercely as he left the keep, hand on his broadsword and followed by his retainers.

"Dorian come here!" The Lord and his son were almost twins, now both past their youthful days. Dorian stood nearly the same height as his father, with long braided black hair covering his armored shoulders. Feanor wore proudly the indicative fur cloak of Northmen Lords which was set against his silvery black hair. The two embraced with smiles and exchanged familial chatter making for a much lighter scene. "You'll be entrusted with some three hundred gold to recruit some sellword company to our ranks. The Band of the Swan should be arriving within the day. Seek them out." Going over the organization of the battle he spoke, "I shall lead the center, some two hundred spears and axemen. Dorian you shall lead the right with your sellswords. Ancel should take the enemy unaware from the rear."

Shattered shields and at least fifty dead and dying men were scattered about the grassy melee. Lord Feanor had withstood the brunt of the starving brigand's assault taking substantial losses while Dorian's men made headway chewing through the enemy's left flank. The battle had lasted for some three hours with no sign of Ancel's force. Halfhaven banners stood as strong as the men carrying them however and kept the troops in good morale. At the penultimate moment of the battle the bandit leader, a towering Northman by the name of Argylle broke through a section of the Halfhaven shieldwall with his bodyguards. A chaotic fracas ensued with Argylle cleaving a bloody path through atleast a dozen Halfhaven soldiers. He killed men with a single blow of his battleaxe, lifting full grown men off of their feet. After receiving a message of his men's plight, Lord Halfhaven rode hard for that part of the line. Dismounted and with his visor lowered, the Lord of Starfall engaged the Bandit known as Argylle with cold steel. Men around them ceased fighting for a moment as they watched the 6'9 giant battle the Lord of Starfall, encased in a suit of light blue plate with a fluttering blue cloak emblazoned with the sigil of his House. Battleaxe was parried by longsword again and again, leaving white chips in the blade. The clamor of steel gives a man a rush unlike any other and this was no exception.

The duel seemed to have lasted almost thirty minutes when the unfurled banners of Ancel Halfhaven arrived at the rear of the bandit host and within minutes had begun to scatter what remained of the outlaws. As for Argylle, he continued fighting as his men fled all around him. Only his bodyguards continued to fight to the death, two of them single handedly slain by Dorian Halfhaven. Only after a swift riposte from Lord Halfhaven exploiting a wide sweep sliced his left eye open did he surrender, and all his men were either dead, captured, or routed. The giant was bound in chains and made ready for the slow march back to Starfall.

This is the story of how Argylle One-Eye became sworn to House Halfhaven.
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