(514-06-20) Trouble in Sarum 2
Summary: This is what happens at the Eastern Gate.
Date: June 20th, 514
Related: Trouble in Sarum 1, Part 1 and Part 2
aeron bran bryce brynmor elrick idris isyld landon lyonesse morwenna eirian leodwen rose 

NPC:

jaradan 

Thanks for running this:

sirkay cyndeyrn 


Farmer's Market - Sarum


The eastern road heading out of Sarum, through the Damas Gate, is more open than any other roads or avenues in the city itself. During the day it is a mingle of colorful pavilions and carts, some covered but most open air. This is where the majority of produce is bought, sold, or traded in Sarum itself. Most of the produce is raw, various fruits and vegetables, but some vendors have prepared various dishes or specific items. While the backside of Sarum Castle rises up to the east of here on its Hillock, the dominant feature is the Cathedral to the North. Built in stone, it's the one structure that rivals Sarum Castle in its marvel.


Word came early morning, manors hit, advancing army. The gates left open as long as possible, then sealed. Others redirected to Wilton. Before the sun broke, there came a crash at the gates. Sir Jaradan was in the city. He mustered knights near the Farmers Quarter. Both gates under siege. Reinforcement coming from Marlboro, Reserves with Lord Knight Earc. The force here was you protect the city and castle in the unlikely event a gate was beached. Before noon, that started to happen.

As the gate starts to splinter, Jaradan is quiet, when the gate is breached, he looks at the knights gathered. "They die, or we die stopping them. " He leaves no excuse for anyone to live if Sarum is sacked. The gates last, ceorls pour in (spear men). He waits a moment, turning to the breached gate, the west one. Lowers lance, then spurs. Some saxons splinter, others turn to meet the charge.

"We stop them, then," Idris replies resolutely, the lance in his hand as the horse underneath him stomps and sneezes. He touches his helmet in a salute to his brother. "Duty Before Glory," he grins, though it is a nervous expression, edged by the tension in the air. Perhaps for luck, he wears the reinforced chainmail that Arthur himself gifted him.

Word has likely spread from this afternoon's skirmish with the Saxon menace. At least, that's what Bran had heard. So it is with a heightened sense of caution and awareness that he spends the rest of his day, prepared to enter the fray if need be and repel the Saxon bastards from Roman land. When the alarms sound for another assault, and marshall makes the call to arms, he armors up, has his horse prepared, grabs his weapons and makes his way to the gates. There, he waits alongside his fellow knows behind the marshall, staring hard and quietly at the gate as it begins to crack and then splinter and then finally completely disintegrate. "Duty before glory." he repeats what Idris says, giving him a grim nod. As the marshall wheels about to charge toward the bastard Saxons, Bran lets out a roar and kicks his horse into action to charge their foes.

What was he doing here, in Sarum, when he probably needed at Baverstock Manor? Sir Bryce had been visiting the capital of Salisbury, sensing perhaps something was afoot, hoping he could offer reinforcements and leave for Baverstock before things got ugly. It seems he missed the right time to leave, as now Sarum is under attack by the Saxons. The Lord Knight is ahorse, armored and armed, Devil prancing while Bryce holds him in check, hazel eyes directed towards Sir Jaradan. "Then better them," he states with dark determination, on the topic of who should die, angular features twisted into a grim smile as he shoots his brother Landon beside him a glance.

Aeron has made it to the city ahead of the Saxon scum, atop his charger, armed and armored, with his squire nearby with replacement spears and such. He watches the gates, lance prepared and ready to charge when the command is given.

Sir Elrick de Laverstock was one of the knights that had rode off to Marlboro to request the reinforcements that have been sent. However, instead of being content with moving at the reinforcing column's pace, he had chosen to return to Sarum sooner than later as they had clashed with a small, Saxon scouting party on the way. It appears his hunch was right, Saxons were coming in force soon, and the Laverstock was able to reach the city a day before them.

Now that the alarms have been sounded and the defenders are gathering, Elrick is numbered amongst them. On horseback, he listens to Sir Jaradan, his orders simple. With his gaze focused on the barred gate that is beginning to break. With a firm voice, he calls out his own House's motto, words to steel his own resolve and banish any fears that may linger within, "Non temere, sed fortiter!" Not rashly but boldly!"

Landon is beside Bryce, sitting atop his charger Brute. There's an odd look in his eye as he watches the gates and the fact that the Saxon's were starting to break through. He glances over toward Bryce, cocking a half grin, "Guess we should've seen this coming from what we saw in Tilshead Brother. Now they've got us…" his eyes sweep back toward the front, his charger underneath him feeling his nervous. They were trapped in the walls of the city. The grimness of the situation could only be muted by the hope of reinforcements and holding out until they came. If they came. "Should we count?" He offers in a light quip to Bryce, for his brother would know exactly what he meant.

A wilton girl herself, Isyld found herself in Sarum anyway, but it really wasn't an odd occurrence. Having been in the infirmary in the castle for quite some time now, she's gathered arms to stand with her brothers and sisters and against the invasion of the Saxons. With her lance at the ready, she rides, rides towards one of the Saxons, targeting one early on, riding to charge.

Like many, the surprise of the attack leaves Morwenna somewhere she didn't expect to be. Unlike many, where some were turned away to take extra space in Wilton rather than remaining in Sarum, she would have preferred to be there, fighting for Lord Earc. But the chaos of war doesn't allow one such freedom of choice, and when the Sarum garrison is rallied, she quickly finds her squire, horse and gear. If she knew she was going to war, she'd have painted her face properly: as it is, she makes do with a few greasy smudges beneath her eyes, before donning her helm and mounting her white stallion and riding to join the gathering line of knights. One long, sharp-bladed spear is ready and her squire behind her with more, while her simple personal arms stand proudly on her upraised shield: vert, a unicorn. She now waits only on Jaradin's signal.

It is far too early in the morning for Brynmor to be up and awake, armored and on horseback. He tries desperately to chase the sleep from his eyes, though all the shouting from the other knights, each voicing their enthusiasm or calling out their family motto does help in keeping him awake. Still, the Steeple Langford knight knows that this is serious business. He's encountered the Saxons a few times this year as it is and the fighting is never easy. Though with Jaradan's gameplant announced for all to hear, Brynmor isn't all convinced by it, nor does the veteran knight's words do anything to inspire him. A brief glance is cast out to the others in his party, his own grip now tightening upon his weapon. He then suddenly yawns widely beneath his helmet. If he doesn't do that now, who knows when he'll get the chance to next.

Sir Jaradan turns the unit towards the west gate. As the ceorls notice the unit, the form up. Armed with great spears, the hold their stance, yelling and taunting the knights. Jaradan doesn't falter. He spurs faster, then slowly his lance lowers. The hoves roar between buildings as the unit moves through the know open market area to meet with this saxons.

Failed.
Aeron checked his lance of 10, he rolled 14.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Aeron at 10, he rolled 1.
SirKay rolls 4d6 and gets (3 2 6 1) for a total of: (12)
Success
Bran checked his lance of 15, he rolled 12.

Aeron spurs his horse towards the enemy, his lance lowering towards the enemy. His spear is not on target however, and the enemy's great spear does score a glancing blow against him, deflecting off his chain and light enough that he isn't budged from his saddle.

Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Bran at 10, he rolled 3.

When an entire household musters in the name of king and country against the Saxon tide, their gentlewomen do not wait on the manor roof like their Spartan antecedents in ages past. Throwing handfuls of thatch at an armed brute roused to bloodlust hardly proves a satisfactory deterrent and, for that reason alone, Eirian de Burcombe might revolutionize architecture across Salisbury if she can survive the ashen night. She stalks behind the walls like a cat, ill-suited to the task of cowering in a solar behind a hasty barricade of furniture, sobbing into her sleeve. Bow and black-fletched arrows at the ready, her cloak swirls around her as she moves between parts of the marketplace, rounding up whatever merchants and artisans she can find, throwing them all towards the task of preparing hot liquids, flammable substances, anything that might be launched towards the Saxon raiders and fighters outside the walls. "Give the spearmen a pyre and send them back to their lands in ashes on the wind."

Bran rolls 6d6 and gets (3 5 5 2 3 3) for a total of: (21)
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs. Bran at 11, he rolled 8.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl con vs. Bran at 14, he rolled 2.
Success
Bryce checked his Lance at 15, he rolled 7.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Bryce at 10, he rolled 8.
SirKay rolls 4d6 and gets (1 5 4 6) for a total of: (16)

Following behind Sir Jaradan, he fans out to one side of the marshall once the market opens up to allow for a broader charge. As he picks up speed, horse thundering toward the ceorls, he begins to slowly lower his lance - likely in unison with those knights riding near him - until it's couched and prepared to strike. The lance, powered by horse and man and momentum, drives home with a vicious blow into the chest of ceorl, causing a rending of flesh and a major wound from the Bodenham knight. Bran roars as he strikes and charges through, prepared to follow Sir Jaradan's lead.

Failed.
Bryce checked his Horsemanship at 10, he rolled 11.

Once Sir Jaradan turns them, Elrick follows the Lord Marshal, moving in formation with the other knights as he urges his own charger into a gallop. Thundering hooves echo with the others as the Laverstock surges forward. Even in the face of multiple great spears, the command from the Lord Marshal was clear and they are past the point of no return. He can only trust his years of training and pray that the Gods he believes him favors him today. As the defending force nears the ceorl formation, Elrick's lance lowers, his eyes focused on the unlucky Saxon he has chosen as he unleashes a warcry, two words in Latin that he had been taught recently. "Ad Astra!"

Success
Elrick checked his lance of 15, he rolled 8.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Elrick at 10, he rolled 9.
SirKay rolls 4d6 and gets (6 5 6 5) for a total of: (22)
Success
Elrick checked his horsemanship of 15, he rolled 3.
Bryce rolls 1d6 and gets (3) for a total of: (3)
Failed.
Idris checked his lance of 15, he rolled 16.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Idris at 10, he rolled 7.

The great spears of the Saxons earn a wary glance from Sir Bryce de Baverstock, even so he knows they must charge them. His own lance is lowered aimed to kill, as he spurs Devil on, a confident "NEVER FALTER", barked into the late midmorning air. His squire Carl tries to keep up, the face of the squire more or a less a grimace of concentration and… yes, fear! Devil lets out a fearsome whinny, hooves trampling over the ground as the charger charges towards the Saxons. The lance misses, the Great Spear does not! Bryce is catapulted from the saddle. Even if the spear is mostly deflected through his armor and shield.

SirKay rolls 4d6 and gets (3 6 2 2) for a total of: (13)
Success
Brynmor checked his lance of 13, he rolled 6.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Brynmor at 10, he rolled 1.

It was an 'almost' thing for Idris. Maybe his horse got too excited, maybe he thrust ahead too quickly, but the enemy is not only able to avoid his lance as well as smack him with a spear. However, it is not enough to knock the Bodenham back and he wheels around to prepare for another charge, if necessary.

Brynmor rolls 6d6 and gets (2 1 2 5 4 4) for a total of: (18)
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs. Brynmor at 11, he rolled 4.
Critical Fail!
Isyld checked her lance of 15, she rolled 20.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl con vs. Brynmor at 14, he rolled 12.
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Isyld at 10, he rolled 18.
Success
Landon checked his Lance of 15, he rolled 6.
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Landon at 10, he rolled 16.
Landon rolls 6d6 and gets (4 3 6 4 5 2) for a total of: (24)
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs. Landon at 11, he rolled 6.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl con vs. Landon at 14, he rolled 3.

They sure don't make lances like they used to.. when Isyld gets nothing but air, her lance.. breaks, she almost launches forward on her saddle from the abruptness of it. Dropping it, she pulls her axe and gives a wicked gleaming smile to her foe, the Saxon, who likely also sports an axe. Time for some crazy stuff. Tightening her hold on the handle of her axe, she swings.

Failed.
Lyonesse checked her lance of 10, she rolled 18.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Lyonesse at 10, he rolled 8.
SirKay rolls 4d6 and gets (2 5 1 1) for a total of: (9)
Success
Morwenna checked her lance of 15, she rolled 5.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Morwenna at 10, he rolled 5.

The Lioness de Cholderton stares at the castle gate rising, and revealing a horde of great-spear armed Saxons. It could be suicide. The newly minted Master of Couriers had gotten atop her charger, Isabel, and immediately reads the situation. Great spears - she raises her voice and shouts: "No, Sir Jaradan!" But the charge is under way. The Lioness Rampant tears her helm off and stares, but once the entire party has rushed forward atop their chargers, there's nothing to do but to join the deluge of mounted knights towards the narrowly cramped space of the castle entrance. The only thing that the knights can rely on here is perhaps the hope that these Saxons are disorganized enough to scatter once a fully coordinated charge is upon them. But the spears, if they are wielded expertly, have an advantage against knights - mounted knights fall and hurt themselves. "For Salisbury!" And with that, she roars and steadies her lance in for a stab.

The late start, however, leaves the Lyonesse taking a spear to her shield and shaking it off with barely a grunt. She keeps riding onwards, drawing her sword instead.

"Wonderful." Brynmor says in a sighed mutter as the other knights and horses around him go charging off. If only he could be as enthusiastic as the lot of them. With his lance in hand, he leans forward a bit to find his target, any target will do. He would just have to imagine them as any old average knight, which he seems to do when he draws near to his opponent! He knows that this is not his arch-nemesis, but he very well pretend that it is. So with his eyes narrowed, the tip of his lance zeroing in on his foe, the sound of impact can be heard and he even feels a painful force striking against his shield, but it is his own weapon that nearly jostles the other combatant. "Yeah, serves you right." This isn't some tourney though, so when his ceorl opponent remains horsed all Brynmor can do is curse beneath his breath and get ready to turn his steed around.

Morwenna launches her fierce charge when Sir Jaradin gives the signal, squeezing the flanks of her proud white stallion with her thighs and urging it quickly toward a full-tilt charge. Her lance lowers into line as she speeds forward, aimed meaningfully at the chest of the first man she spots ahead, though he, too, boasts a long spear. In the end, this weapon proves to stymie her: the tip looks like it will strike her mount and she veers off at the last moment, trying to jab at some angle with her lance and still make contact. The whole thing is terribly awkward, and she goes right over his head with it, but at least her beloved steed is spared.

The charge is successful, but the great spears are effective against the horses. Minimal casualties are sustained on both sides as the battle spills around Farmer's Market. Some Saxons can be seen looting the buildings here, but come to join their comrades. Though there is confusion, they had expected more to follow through. Something has stopped them outside, and the clash of metal could be heard from out there as well.

In the confusion, the enemy looks to its leadership.

Bellowing against his helmet, Landon charges Brute forward, the horse thundering toward the line of Saxon that breach the walls. Lance down, the Bear of Baverstock sees a Saxon turn toward him. The collision is fierce. The Saxon takes the heavy hit of the Baverstock, though by some miracle stays up on his feet. He looks over his shoulder to see the fact of it. The man was up! Bewildered by his strength, the Baverstock wheels his horse around as the chaos surrounds him. Lines were already weakening as knights fall from their saddles. Wildly he sees that Bryce has been thrown from the saddle, looking desperately for a way through. The only way through was to end the life of the Saxon he tried to trample once already with lance. The broken haft of the lance is ditched and his sword is welding out. Since he has no squire to give him another lance, sword it is. He charges with a growl toward the Saxons, urgency in his movements. Faster he kills this one, faster he can get to Bryce!

Success
Aeron checked his sword of 15, he rolled 4.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Aeron at 10, he rolled 4.

Lance discarded, and sword drawn once in the thick of things with his enemy. Aeron engages the Ceorl in /mortal combat/ Sword clanging, spear blocking, the two fighting to a bit of a stale mate.. that is, until Aeron draws back with his sword, and in an overhead chop cleaves the Saxon's spear in twain, though the block enough to deflect any actual wound from the knight.

Success
Bran checked his sword of 15, he rolled 2.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Bran at 10, he rolled 4.
SirKay rolls 4d6 and gets (5 5 5 2) for a total of: (17)
Success
Bran checked his horsemanship of 15, he rolled 13.
Bryce rolls 3d6 and gets (1 4 5) for a total of: (10)
Failed.
Bryce checked his Battle at 12, he rolled 15.
Failed.
Bryce checked his Sword at 13, he rolled 14.
Critical Fail!
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Bryce at 10, he rolled 20.
Success
Brynmor checked his sword of 15, he rolled 10.
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Brynmor at 10, he rolled 15.
Brynmor rolls 4d6 and gets (3 4 1 4) for a total of: (12)
Success
Elrick checked his sword of 15, he rolled 8.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Elrick at 10, he rolled 1.
Elrick rolls 5d6 and gets (6 5 5 3 3) for a total of: (22)
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs Elrick at 11, he rolled 6.

Bryce gets to his feet, disregarding the minor pain in his left leg for now, dark eyes darting here and there soon telling him he has lost his unit. Devil is already out of reach, but anyway, there is no time to reclaim his horse, when one of those Saxons spots Bryce and attacks him with his spear. The Baverstock manages barely to draw his sword, but in time to block the spear thrust with a rather slow and mediocre move - and the spear breaks, more due to luck than skill on Bryce's part.

Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl con vs Elrick at 14, he rolled 6.

The long spears do their work, at least against Elrick as the Saxon he tries to ride down makes an impressive stand. Before his lance can punch into the soft flesh of the invading infantryman, the great spear hits first, cutting past some linked chains into his shoulders. A growl is released by the Laverstock Knight, more in anger than in pain, as he drops his lance and draws his sword. The ring of steel clearing scabbard is sounded, the ends of the ribbons that are tied around the hilt of the blade dancing in the air. If the Laverstock can't ride down a Saxon, he will simply cut them down! The sharp edged steel descends on the Saxon, cleaving into the man but not killing him. When the blade is pulled free, it is tainted red and ready for another blow.

Failed.
Idris checked his sword of 15, he rolled 18.
Critical Success!
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Idris at 10, he rolled 10.
SirKay rolls 8d6 and gets (6 4 3 6 6 1 2 6) for a total of: (34)
Idris rolls 1d6 and gets (3) for a total of: (3)
Idris rolls 1d6 and gets (2) for a total of: (2)
Success
Isyld checked her axe of 15, she rolled 6.

On his next turn, Brynmor slows his horse down to a trot before guiding it back to the ceorl he was engaged with initially, his foes' eyes already seeking him out in turn in a dramatic fashion. Having just exchanged his lance for his trusty sword, the Steeple Langford knight races forward, eyes narrow and sword arm extended. Both blade and spearhead clash fervently against each other, as the opponents struggle for supremacy using brute force. Once they disengage, it is Brynmor now who comes in close, striking his opponent's shoulder, just missing the guy's shield. At this awkward angle, however, he doesn't have the force nor momentum he needs to actually down his foe, so he's already to rear back and make the next pass.

Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Isyld at 10, he rolled 18.
Isyld rolls 5d6 and gets (6 4 6 3 3) for a total of: (22)
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs Isyld at 11, he rolled 17.
Failed.
Eirian checked her FirstAid of 10, she rolled 13.
Success
Landon checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 13.
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Landon at 10, he rolled 11.
Landon rolls 5d6 and gets (3 1 6 5 2) for a total of: (17)
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs Landon at 11, he rolled 6.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl con vs Landon at 14, he rolled 12.

Perhaps it's a comedy of errors, perhaps God simply hasn't seen fit to sponsor Idris' folly any longer, but the young Bodenham knight attempts an attack on a ceorl, and for a moment, it seems as though that blade will hit home… except it doesn't, and he is stabbed through the chest, forcibly ejected from his horse as he falls to the ground in a loud thud. A blood pool spreads from beneath him as he lies on the floor, until squires drag him out to safety. He makes sure to record the face of that spearman, however.

Failed.
Leodwen checked her FirstAid of 12, she rolled 14.
Success
Lyonesse checked her sword of 15, she rolled 14.
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Lyonesse at 10, he rolled 15.

Isyld manages to catch her Saxon by surprise and as her axe crashes down on his armor, she hears him cry out as he falls off his mount. He was down, but he was not out, she continues to fight the next one she comes across, trying to damage him as she swings her axe again, looking a little crazed at him.

Lyonesse rolls 5d6 and gets (6 2 4 5 4) for a total of: (21)
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs Lyonesse at 11, he rolled 6.

The taller Baverstock's blade makes a metallic rush through the air, arcing down with a wild intent to kill. Not as inspired as he was in Tilshead, but Landon was making a mess of the Saxon, cleaving through armor with a spray of blood. However the man keeps in his way, prevents him from getting to Bryce. "Bloody Saxon!" He heaves against his helmet, making sure to keep Brute moving less one of the other Saxon's in the chaos tries to take him out of the saddle. "Get out of my way!!" he barks down at the man he's hit with lance and now sword, blocking the counter attacks as he continues to fight on.

Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl con vs Lyonesse at 14, he rolled 16.
Failed.
Morwenna checked her spear of 15, she rolled 17.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Morwenna at 10, he rolled 7.
Morwenna rolls 4d6 and gets (3 1 3 2) for a total of: (9)

The statuesque Lyonesse gives a wild pagan-inspired whoop as she tosses her spear aside and draws her steel. It's an ugly, gray weapon, bloodied with the guts of few Picts (and more than enough suitors than should be likely for the rather unladylike Lyonesse) which she uses to reckless abandon, throwing forward a whirlwind of slashes. Blue woad paint stained across her fair cheeks, she bears some semblance to some furious spirit of vengeance, taking her due in full. Though Idris goes down, this valkyrie, this war-maddened maiden does not let it stop her, as she gallops forth and drives her sword into one of the spearmen. It comes out bloodied, and the man looks down at the gaping chest wound, before falling unconscious from shock.

Onwards ho! Lyonesse dismounts this time and then circles around back to get her shield. Her sword is sheathed again and this time, when she notices Idris fallen, she goes to fend off any Saxons about to attack him, with spear and PAGAN WOMAN FURY. "Knights of Salisbury! TO ME!"

For Morwenna, whether on charge or in melee her choice of weapon is much the same, with merely a change in style or grip to adjust. Standing off still with the spear-wielding saxon who stymied her initial charge, she dances her steed a few steps forward and to one side and takes another jab, the change in angle enough to find her target. However, the foe's large spear, ever menacing her mount, continues to hold the woman somewhat at bay, and she fails to get the good leverage or distance for a more telling, forceful thrust. Blood beneath the leather, maybe, but not enough blood to satisfy the hungry old gods of her native land. With a scowl, she seeks to rectify the fact, circling the man like some menacing predator.

Then enemy musters in the center of the market and forms a solid group of defense against the mounted knights. Sir Jaradan doesn't balk but drives to their knot. "None shall escape, this is our home!" He calls out, swinging his sword furiously as he leads the unit onward.

Success
Aeron checked his sword of 15, he rolled 12.
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Aeron at 10, he rolled 11.
Aeron rolls 4d6 and gets (1 1 1 5) for a total of: (8)

Sir Idris is badly hurt, that much Leodwen de Falt can see when squires bring him over to where she stands, and together with Lady Eirian she gets to the task immediately to tend to the worst damage, removing armor only as far as is necessary, before she tries to stop the bleeding with a small roll of clean cloth, wrapping it against his wound with a fresh bandage.

Success
Bran checked his sword of 15, he rolled 11.

Sir Aeron continues doing work with his sword, driving into the throng of Saxons at Jaradan's behest, "For Salisbury!" He calls out, sword swinging, chopping into the Ceorl foe and inflicting minor injury to the enemy, pressing his advantage against the group of spearmen.

Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Bran at 10, he rolled 17.
Bran rolls 5d6 and gets (3 5 2 6 4) for a total of: (20)
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs Bran at 11, he rolled 15.
Success
Bryce checked his Sword at 13, he rolled 4.
Bryce rolls 3d6 and gets (3 1 1) for a total of: (5)
Lyonesse rolls 3d6 and gets (1 6 3) for a total of: (10)
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Bryce at 10, he rolled 14.
Success
Brynmor checked his sword of 15, he rolled 9.

When the squires shuttle Idris from the battlefield to the safety of the walls, pity him to fall under the tender ministrations provided by the moon-marked young women. Eirian, pausing in her organization of those who might dump the contents of the middens and flaming oil from the walls, does what she may by grabbing a handful of cloth and hastening towards the gap. Would Leodwen got there first, but by forfeit, she is the one trying to staunch the bleeding. However the other noblewoman wishes to help, she accepts the aid and tries to coordinate her efforts as best she can. Though the face is familiar enough, and her detached expression shows surprisingly little fear. "Decided you cared for our company better here, Sir Bodenham?" she says while she works, tearing into his clothes only if she must, applying pressure round the bloodiest spots and giving the Falt woman room to work in turn. "I must admit Saxons make terrible conversation. Maybe we ought to send our donkeys out as diplomats?" A faint smile touches her lips, wintry eyes oddly clear. "Would you care for water?"

While his previous efforts didn't yield productive results - this is how Bran thinks of it in his mind, or will later - he ups his game and follows Sir Jaradan back toward the circle of Saxon aggressors. Even if they're now trying to defend against furious knights striking them from all angles. With a mighty swing of his sword, the Bodenham knight hacks into his enemy and sends the ceorl tumbling to the ground. His sword bloodied, his ire and adrenalin raging through his veins, he is emboldened by his present success and cheered by Jaradan's skill at arms. There's no time to notice his grievously injured brother being dragged away from the fray and receiving medical attention.

Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Brynmor at 10, he rolled 19.
Brynmor rolls 4d6 and gets (2 3 6 4) for a total of: (15)
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs Brynmor at 11, he rolled 14.
Failed.
Elrick checked his sword of 15, he rolled 19.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Elrick at 10, he rolled 1.
SirKay rolls 4d6 and gets (4 4 6 6) for a total of: (20)
Success
Elrick checked his horsemanship of 15, he rolled 12.

One might have to forgive Idris for not being in the mood for conversation. "I think I am still bleeding out, Lady Eirian," he points out, resting against the makeshift cot, or the ground, wherever he is lying upon at the moment. Breathing is hard and he closes his eyes for a moment, the man clearly in need of chirurgery at this point. "But sure, why not. Two pretty ladies, one healer's tent. It could be worse, don't you think? And no, if anything, they're," the soldiers outside, who did not just get owned by some lucky saxon and his spear, "doing all the diplomacy we need."

Success
Isyld checked her axe of 15, she rolled 7.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Isyld at 10, he rolled 3.
Isyld rolls 5d6 and gets (4 5 5 1 4) for a total of: (19)
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs Isyld at 11, he rolled 8.

Hearing the rallying call of the Lord Marshal, Elrick answers with a shout of his own, to continue the rally to help boost the morale of the defending knights, "For Salisbury! For Earl Robert!" His own blade is in the air as he kicks his horse into a gallop again, fearlessly riding towards the clustered Saxons that are now on the defensive. There will be no mercy for these invaders who have come to pillage and burn their homes, to steal their loved ones! The Laverstock's gaze locks on one of the huddling Saxons, a grim expression on as he cuts his blade down on top of the man. The edge cuts through air and misses, leaving the knight open as the counter-thrust from the Saxon spear punches into his thigh, a worse wound than the cut he received earlier.

Critical Fail!
SirKay makes a check for ceorl con vs Isyld at 14, he rolled 20.
Success
Landon checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 9.
Critical Success!
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Landon at 10, he rolled 10.
SirKay rolls 8d6 and gets (2 3 1 6 1 6 2 1) for a total of: (22)
Success
Landon checked his Dex of 9, he rolled 2.

Bryce de Baverstock is still caught with his foe on the ground, and things get worse, as he is swarmed by Saxons and none of his unit is in sight. His attack with the sword against the Saxon goes astray, but so does that of his foe. A bit of time bought, amidst the chaos of battle.

Fighting a Saxon with an axe was a unique experience, but something Isyld had trained for, and she's wearing a fierce and determined look beneath all that hardware of armor she's covered herself in. When her axe is swung, she makes contact with the large Saxon and cleaves into his armor, through it, to cut into his body. A laugh can be heard echoing from her as she twists it enough to dislodge it and draw it back as the enemy she struck clasps at his chest and falls off his horse in a sickening crunching sound. She turns for her third opponent, whomever is nearest.

Brynmor remains difficult to be inspired and yet not just one person is shouting out orders but there are two now! And to both, he ignores, for the most part. He'll go where everyone else is going, but in this situation, he sticks to his foe and continues to bash him in the head! Or he tries. "Just." He curses under his breath as he swing his sword about in an exasperated manner, "Give. It. Up." However, unlike his opponents in the grand melee, these enemies are playing for keeps, so with what could have been one wild swing of frustration, he finally finds his foe down, in a tired heap! Or that's what Brymor sees, feeling just a little bit envious that the other guy gets to lie down now.

Critical Success!
Lyonesse checked her sword of 15, she rolled 15.
Success
Lyonesse checked her spear of 15, she rolled 2.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Lyonesse at 10, he rolled 4.
SirKay rolls 4d6 and gets (2 2 3 1) for a total of: (8)
Success
Morwenna checked her spear of 15, she rolled 13.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Morwenna at 10, he rolled 2.
Morwenna rolls 4d6 and gets (1 3 4 1) for a total of: (9)

The call for 'To Me' from someone rather than their leaders has Landon checking over his shoulder, as if in a panic to look to see where the Lord Marshal is. However, the knight was still in charge as the Saxon's muster. From the side he wasn't looking, comes a Saxon. His horse gives him the warning he needs but almost not fast enough. The spear slides across his chest - it would've been right into his ribcage hadn't he moved fast enough, chopping down at the spear and shielding any other attempts off as he wheels his charge back, to regroup. But he can feel a slight wetness where the chainlinks parted. He growls, reining Brute back as he works with his unit to continue the attack, looking around for Bryce, but he's lost track of where his brother is - forced to stay focused on the man who almost gored him to death.

With a roar - quite like a lioness - Lyonesse braces herself behind her shield and then starts the advance march on the group of ceorls. One of them gets singled out by her spear - with her unit having dismounted and gone to her, they advance with a brace of spears and shields. Making the inexorable march forward, the Lioness of Cholderton takes each step closer, pressing the enemy back. She is about ready to strike when the ceorl strikes first. It catches the top of Lyonesse's shield and then her shoulder. The tall she-knight barely staggers. Moves onwards.

Well, if Morwenna's strategy really is to bleed the man to death, she proceeds toward that goal at a steady pace. Indeed, now it begins to look a little as though she is playing with him, with a quick jab, a few cantering steps from her stallion, and another, and so on, every time dancing away from the reach of his own spear. There is something to be said for the strategy, one favored in nature: small predators do not take their prey on straight, but rather wound and weaken, allowing them slowly to succumb rather than risking some clash of fang and hoof. Still, most likely, the dark-haired woman would be pleased to put this one out of its misery and move on to the next.

The push by Jaradan pushes at the chaos amongst the ceorls, and inspires the knights around him. Surging to defend Sarum, and their homes by extension for those from the manors, they drive into the saxons and again raise the alarm of chaos. They fall back a little to this onslaught, trying to make a stand against the knights of Salisbury.

Success
Aeron checked his sword of 15, he rolled 11.
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Aeron at 10, he rolled 18.
Aeron rolls 4d6 and gets (2 3 2 4) for a total of: (11)
Failed.
Bran checked his sword of 15, he rolled 18.
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Bran at 10, he rolled 14.

Bryce rolls 3d6 and gets (3 5 1) for a total of: (9)
Critical Fail!
Bryce checked his Sword at 13, he rolled 20.

Sir Aeron continues pressing his own advantage, at least as the saxons swarm around. "Cut them down, make them break and flee for the plains!" he shouts, his sword digging into another of the Saxon footmen, blood spraying a bit as he injures the man.

Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Bryce at 10, he rolled 3.
SirKay rolls 4d6 and gets (5 5 3 1) for a total of: (14)
Success
Bryce checked his Dex at 15, he rolled 4.
Success
Brynmor checked his sword of 15, he rolled 6.
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Brynmor at 10, he rolled 11.

Still on his horse in the vicinity of Sir Jaradan, Bran de Bodenham remains engaged with his foe. The Saxon regains his feet quickly and manages to fend off the knight's attacks. Bran looks for an opening to finish off his opponent but at the moment, he is unable to do so and the foe will live a little longer to try and harry the well-armored knight.

Brynmor rolls 4d6 and gets (2 2 6 5) for a total of: (15)
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl Dex vs Brynmor at 11, he rolled 4.

Fires! Bryce can at least spot the smoke rising from the houses, and a low curse escapes him where he is still in the midst of battle. Attention soon returning to the fight at hand, because, really he can't afford to be caught off guard. There seem to be less Saxons swarming about him, however, perhaps drawn away to the center of the market place. Determination glints in the Baverstock's gaze as he attacks the Saxon in front of him, but… his word is knocked out of his grasp. "I'll be damned!", astonishment there, as Bryce makes note of where his sword landed, to reclaim it as soon as he is able to.

Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl con vs Brynmor at 14, he rolled 5.
Success
Elrick checked his horsemanship of 15, he rolled 12.
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Elrick at 10, he rolled 12.
Success
Isyld checked her axe of 15, she rolled 12.
Critical Fail!
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Isyld at 10, he rolled 20.

A couple of months ago, after taking that spear to the leg, Elrick's temper would have flared and result in charging forward wildly while declaring his hatred of the Saxons, attempting to take heads in the name of glory. But that has all changed and instead, the knight's actions are now more conservative. With adrenaline pumping through his veins, the pain in his thigh is a dull one as he remains mounted, but it is slowing him, slowly bleeding his energy away. Now, the Laverstock is trying to buy himself some distance, his blade swinging out not to kill the man that is trying to spear him again but to put distance between himself and the Saxon. A neatly accomplished parry buys him the time he needs to withdraw, moving himself out of harms way for a moment, a hand pressing down on his wounded and bleeding thigh as his gaze scans the area.

Isyld rolls 5d6 and gets (3 1 6 3 6) for a total of: (19)
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs Isyld at 11, he rolled 7.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl con vs Isyld at 14, he rolled 10.
Success
Landon checked his Horsemanship of 15, he rolled 3.
Critical Fail!
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Landon at 10, he rolled 20.

With her Saxon disarmed with his busted spear, Isyld turns, finding another opponent who was actually armed and looking like he was about to poke at her with an evil looking spear. She draws back her axe, stained with the blood of two now fallen Saxons and moves to slam it down against him.

Success
Morwenna checked her spear of 15, she rolled 14.
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Morwenna at 10, he rolled 19.
Morwenna rolls 4d6 and gets (4 6 4 4) for a total of: (18)
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs Morwenna at 11, he rolled 18.

A spear SNAPs as he wheel's his horse around. Who knows why the hell it snapped but it did and a Saxon is hissing at his bad luck. It leaves Landon time to spur out of formation, having seen a glimpse of where his brother was. The Bear of Baverstock is hollaring as he charges across the field toward the sitaution unfolding around Bryce… question is, will he get there in time!

With one villain down, Brynmor pushes forward, leaving his last opponent in the dust as he's ready to take on the next! Well, not particularly ready, nor especially willing, but it doesn't take long before his next foe finds him first. Still, even the sleepy Steeple Langford is ever vigilant when his life is on the line, so just as the dirty ceorl comes at him with that spear, he quickly raises a shield to deflect the blow, guiding his horse back a few steps, then preparing to charge forward again, putting all of his strength into his thrust when his blade hits the other guy's torso, but yet again, he fails to knock the guy down. "Not this again." Muttermutter.

Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Lyonesse at 10, he rolled 12.
Success
Lyonesse checked her spear of 15, she rolled 7.
Lyonesse rolls 5d6 and gets (1 5 6 5 3) for a total of: (20)
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs Lyonesse at 11, he rolled 3.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl con vs Lyonesse at 14, he rolled 6.

The battle continues to writhe around them, but here the huntress finds her prey at disadvantage. Morwenna's circling fighting style has brought her fully past one of the coerls, who struggles to follow the speed of the passing white stallion or to whirl fast enough with his awkward greatspear. The maiden knight, on the other hand, is deft with her spear, wielding it like a second limb. Twisting in the saddle, nearly coming out of it, she turns across her own body and thrusts nearly backwards as she and the horse pass, striking the man in the back and sending him into the dirt, bleeding from a much larger puncture now.

Still advancing, Lyonesse starts beating the haft of her spear against her shield. BANGBANGBANG. There's nothing more terrifying than a (nearly) six feet tall pagan princess in full armor with a spear coming at you. Whichever way she goes, though, she advances on the ceorl's line with her own spear, growling fiercely. She is famous for both her energy and her fierceness in defending her lands. With a loud scream pre-empting her attack, she feints forward. And then doesn't strike. It might scare a Saxon. And should the man flinch (which he might just do!), Lyonesse strikes with spear. STABSTABSTAB.

With the latest surge against the Saxons, the knights find themselves in the thick of the great spears. Feeling they have the group surrounding, the saxons drive towars the knights in a push that causes a slight stir amongs the knights and horses alike. Slightly over extending in the moment, Jaradan tries to rein his horse back to stay with his group and reorganize on the field itself.

Critical Success!
Aeron checked his sword of 15, he rolled 15.
Critical Success!
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Aeron at 10, he rolled 10.
SirKay rolls 8d6 and gets (2 3 4 6 3 4 1 2) for a total of: (25)
Failed.
Aeron checked his horsemanship of 15, he rolled 16.
Aeron rolls 1d6 and gets (3) for a total of: (3)

Success
Bran checked his sword of 15, he rolled 3.
Critical Fail!
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Bran at 10, he rolled 20.

Aeron's run of good luck ends, the over-extension by Jaradan putting his otherwise excellent swordmanship off kilter just enough that he too over extends himself, then the spear is jammed into him hard, knocking him from his horse with a crash of metal and flesh.

Bran rolls 5d6 and gets (1 6 4 6 1) for a total of: (18)
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs Bran at 11, he rolled 9.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl con vs Bran at 14, he rolled 6.

Bryce rolls 3d6 and gets (5 1 1) for a total of: (7)
Success
Bryce checked his Sword at 13, he rolled 1.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Bryce at 10, he rolled 5.
SirKay rolls 4d6 and gets (2 2 2 1) for a total of: (7)

Though he can see as well as the next knight that the marshall has lost control of the situation to some extent, Bran has little choice but to remain and fight. As Jaradan moves back to regroup, the Bodenham knight strikes his foe hard to punish his overconfidence and attempt to stem the advance of their spears. He wants to take another swing, but he follows the marshall's lead and goes about regrouping with the renowned commander, wheeling his horse as best he can and grateful that he remains on his steed where others have fallen and been overwhelmed.

Success
Brynmor checked his sword of 15, he rolled 4.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Brynmor at 10, he rolled 9.
SirKay rolls 4d6 and gets (6 6 1 4) for a total of: (17)
Failed.
Brynmor checked his horsemanship of 15, he rolled 19.
Brynmor rolls 1d3 and gets (3) for a total of: (3)
Brynmor rolls 1d6 and gets (4) for a total of: (4)

Landon rolls 3d6 and gets (5 1 4) for a total of: (10)
Success
Landon checked his Battle of 10, he rolled 3.
Success
Landon checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 5.
Success
Elrick checked his sword of 15, he rolled 9.
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Elrick at 5, he rolled 18.
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Landon at 5, he rolled 19.
Elrick rolls 5d6 and gets (5 3 4 1 6) for a total of: (19)
Landon rolls 5d6 and gets (5 4 5 2 5) for a total of: (21)

Success
Isyld checked her axe of 15, she rolled 9.

Bryce is not getting any further, but at least he holds his ground, Saxon spear deflected with his shield, a sickening screech there when metall scratches over metal. There is commotion from beside him, calls uttered in Saxon tongue, when a distraction arrives. The Lord Knight of Baverstock turns his head just so, dark eyes widening with relief when he spots his younger but taller brother riding to come to his aid, beside a knight of Laverstock. "Thank God!", he gasps, focus shifting back to his surroundings, and he grits his teeth. If looks could stab, the Saxon in front of him would be impaled by his glare, while the sound of swords clashing against whatever armor those Saxons are wearing bring a grim smile to his lips.

Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Isyld at 10, he rolled 13.
Isyld rolls 5d6 and gets (3 6 3 2 3) for a total of: (17)
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs Isyld at 11, he rolled 15.

Releasing his hand from the wound on his thigh, Elrick's hand comes back bloody which isn't a surprise. A slight grimace is made as he continues to survey the area, his main focus on the knights with the Lord Marshal. Those great spears the Saxons wield are a great thorn in their sides, and the Laverstock knows it after being stuck with the pointy end twice already. His gaze does catch sight of a knight that had rode with them in the initial charge, but now the defender with Baverstock markings is in trouble.

When the life of someone in their brotherhood is at risk, especially against Saxons, the decision is simple. And it is the same for Elrick who quickly spurs his charger into motion to aid Bryce. It also happens that another Baverstock had managed to find his way out of that melee, "Sir, let's ride down that Saxon!" Then the two knights are off, hooves of their chargers thundering on the dirt. The distance is closed quickly, very quickly, and with precision, Elrick's blade cuts deep into the Saxon, turning him so that his body is wide open for Landon to finish as he wishes.

Brynmor is still sword to spear with his ceorl enemy, both exchange a barrage of blows, before the knight realizes that Jaradan's forces were regrouping and drawing back. It is in this attempt to hurry for a final strike that Brynmor's blade is blocked by the ceorl and while he can feel that bastard's spear rammed hard against his own shield, his own carelessness is what does him in and finally pushes him over the side of his horse to collapse into the dirt. "Finally…" He mutters, though now that he's down here, he knows that he can't just rest for very long. "This always happens. I finally get what I want and some bastard is trying to wake me up and get me on my feet."

Two down, so many more to go. Isyld evades the poke of the spear, her shield moving to block in time even as she takes advantage of the Saxon being mid strike to draw her axe down on him as hard as she can. When she strikes him, she watches as the third takes the tumble and lands on the ground with a solid thud and she turns towards the next Saxon near her.

Success
Lyonesse checked her spear of 15, she rolled 3.
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Isyld at 10, he rolled 19.
Lyonesse rolls 5d6 and gets (4 4 4 5 4) for a total of: (21)
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs Lyonesse at 11, he rolled 19.

Failed.
Morwenna checked her spear of 15, she rolled 16.

The large charger belonging to the Bear of Baverstock is thundering through the field, pushing aside defenders in a wild dash with sword swinging but unhindered as he gets through, finding the holes in the fighting men! He looks aside to Elrick who joins his plight, saluting him but not really losing focus on the task ahead. Any words comes out in a blurly "RWRRWRRRGGGGG"… There was no way that the Baverstock was going to leave his brother out in the field ot get swarmed over and die. Guiding them through, with swords on either side, the pair get through the Saxon hoard to make for the surrounded Baverstock knight. Landon's throaty yell is growling fiercely as his sword rips through the attacker at Bryce's side, in time with the other man's blade to rip apart the man, the bear's sword cleaving off his head in one giant spray of blood! Quickly wheeling his mount around, switching his sword to his other hand, he leans down for Bryce, "BRYCE! Mount up!! " There wasn't time to negotiate! His horse could handle it - it was a draft mix, to hold his size anyhow. They were three against… how many! They needed to get back to their unit.

Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs Morwenna at 10, he rolled 18.

The push in unstoppable: Lyonesse presses her attack, shields up, in unison. Any Saxon who cannot flee the push gets churned up by the teeth of the Lioness of Cholderton - fallen enemies get spear tips in their guts, twisted to end their misery. "Knights of Salisbury! FOR ROBERT!" And with that, Lyonesse lets out a rather unladylike hoot, as she bangs her shield and continues pushing. More are brought down, but the inexorable tide is clear. This is the Lyonesse who had singlehandedly held back a party of Picts (the legends will grow the actual number involved, of course), but with tireless energy, the blonde haired pagan, her golden-hair braided and escaping from her helm tinged with the blood of her enemies. Covered with blood, she advances steadily. "Men of Salisbury! Onwards ho!" And with that, she rallies once more as she presses what advantage she has. To the Darkness with these Saxons, may Morrigan eat their hearts and livers!

Well, one opponent down but another fills his place, all these pathetic coerls looking very much the same. Morwenna could hardly keep track if she cared to, and she does not! For they are hated foreigners on british soil. Still, the enemy spears frustrate her own reach as ever, and once again she rides in a short charge only to draw up short as a thrust threatens her and her stallion. There are a few indecisive jabs and counter-thrusts made between the pair, but they wound only the air between them, or occasionally end in wooden clatters as the two pole-weapons meet each other. Stalemated for now, she glances off for Jaradin briefly, ready to heed any new command or strategy as they struggle to hold the square before the gate.

Despite the push of the saxons, it would seem the knights have the Saxons outnumbered. The drive in around them was a moment of confusion, but as the odds seem to reveal themselves in the chaos of the battle, it is realized the knights carry the advantage. Having a moment to see this, there are more than two knights to one ceorl at this point. Some of them have started trying to pull back, away from their unit. Jaradan gives half a pause, "None escape, no mercy!" He rides forth and cleaves a saxon where he stands, his sword biting the shoulder deeply, the man turns and falls and Jaradan pushes forth.

Aeron rolls 3d6 and gets (6 3 1) for a total of: (10)
Success
Aeron checked his battle of 15, he rolled 10.
Success
Aeron checked his horsemanship of 15, he rolled 12.
Aeron rolls 1d6 and gets (4) for a total of: (4)

Success
Bran checked his sword of 15, he rolled 12.

Still alive, and not as wounded as he could be, Aeron is appearantly not ready to disengage from the fight. His Squire comes riding up, leading a charger.. whoever's it used to be doesn't seem to give Aeron much pause, as he moves to mount up on the beast once again, "Thank you!" He exclaims to the lad, preparing to re enter the battle, once more.

Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Bran at 10, he rolled 15.
Bran rolls 5d6 and gets (6 1 6 5 2) for a total of: (20)
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs. Bran at 11, he rolled 4.
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl con vs. Bran at 14, he rolled 16.
Bryce rolls 3d6 and gets (1 6 6) for a total of: (13)

The advantage of the mounted (mostly) knights against the spear-wielding Saxons becomes more apparent, the morale of the unit likely increases. It does for Bran, at any rate as he hacks and slashes from atop his courser. Finding an opening in the defenses of the ceorl before him, he swats the spear in one motion and smoothly slashes back in the opposite direction to send the Saxon to the ground. Dead or simply unconscious, it doesn't matter. The man is out of the fight and Bran is looking for another opportunity to finish the fight before too long.

Success
Landon checked his Battle of 10, he rolled 7.
Success
Landon checked his Horsemanship of 15, he rolled 10.
Success
Isyld checked her axe of 15, she rolled 6.

"You're late," Bryce states dryly towards his brother, but not without a certain pride flashing in his gaze as it flits downwards to regard the head of the Saxon rolling before his feet. A brief nod of thanks is offered to Elrick as well, before the Lord Knight pulls himself up onto the horse, and comes to sit behind his brother. "But thank you.", he adds, his dark eyes narrowing as he takes in their current situation, holding onto Landon with his shield arm, the sword in his other hand ready to attack anyone who will move to stop their retreat.

Critical Fail!
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Isyld at 10, he rolled 20.
Isyld rolls 5d6 and gets (1 2 4 1 5) for a total of: (13)
Brynmor rolls 3d6 and gets (3 4 2) for a total of: (9)
Failed.
Brynmor checked his battle of 10, he rolled 14.
Failed.
Brynmor checked his sword of 15, he rolled 17.

Landon returns his sword to his proper hand, reclaims the reins with his shield arm, waiting for Bryce to get secured. Brute handles the extra weight without much tado about it. With the situation around them in full swing still, Landon nods over his shoulder, "Well, let's get you a horse-" Because let's face it, two on one saddle trying to fight was likely going to end badly - for the horse! Their weight if grabbed properly would topple them both. Spurring forward, Landon moves them to a point where riderless horses have gathered, having to do a bit of a bouncy chase for one as he comes upon it. He ends up pinning it against a building and a fence of the next, "Hurry Bry, grab that one before it gets away…!"

Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Brynmor at 10, he rolled 5.
SirKay rolls 5d6 and gets (5 5 5 1 2) for a total of: (18)
Success
Brynmor checked his dex of 10, he rolled 6.
Failed.
Lyonesse checked her spear of 15, she rolled 19.
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Lyonesse at 10, he rolled 12.

It's wearing on Isyld a little, the Chalke knight swings her axe, but there's less strength behind it the longer the battle wages on. Truly, it's been a couple of hours or more and it's wearing on her! Not giving up though, she continues axing her way through Saxons as often as they come at her.

Success
Elrick checked his sword of 15, he rolled 5.

The unstoppable charge gets stopped, but it's only a temporary pause as Lyonesse fights to retain her superiority. The tall Lioness of Cholderton stops, trading blows of spear haft against spear haft, but the fighting is inconclusive.

Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Elrick at 10, he rolled 17.
Elrick rolls 5d6 and gets (1 4 6 4 5) for a total of: (20)
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs. Elrick at 11, he rolled 8.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl con vs. Elrick at 14, he rolled 3.
Success
Morwenna checked her spear of 15, she rolled 13.
Critical Fail!
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Morwenna at 10, he rolled 20.
Morwenna rolls 4d6 and gets (2 4 5 5) for a total of: (16)
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs. Morwenna at 11, he rolled 12.

Coughing up dirt from his fall just moments ago, Brynmor's head is spinning as he struggles to stand, his hand gripping tightly on the hilt of his sword. The first thing he looks for is for that damn $^&& horse! "I see how it is." He gripes, "Dump me onto the hard ground out in the middle of nowhere and go wandering off. See if I let you lay down and take a nap whenever you whinny about being tired." Of course, this is not going to happen. But now that he's come to his senses, he realizes that one of those jerk coerls already has his sights on him, the spear point already aimed at his midsection. Just on reflex, poorly done at that, Brynmor tries to raise his shield, thinking that he'll block the attack and then come on in with his own sword thrust! But unfortuantely, his timing is all wrong and the shield if lifted far too early and while the spear doesn't strike its target, it jabs in hard against his hip. Even he's amazed that he's still standing, even if he's bleeding pretty bad.

The enemy routs for the gates or into the city for hiding to escape later if they can. Knights may pursue this round (normal engagement, no modifiers). Sir Jaradan calls to arms when they break. "Do not ride alone, let them claim no more for us, together we can drive them into the ground." Suggesing he'll gladly hunt Saxons with the knights, but as a group.

Morwenna will find one more victim for her bloody spear before the saxons begin their retreat, yanking it free of some fallen man even as many begin to turn and scatter for the broken gates. For her, of course, there is no question of mercy for the foreign foe. The only question is their commander, who she spares a glance in the chaos, to be sure he does not hold them within the walls. But if free to go… already, her white stallion begins a forward trot, on the heels of the nearest fleeing man.

Bryce rolls 1d6 and gets (4) for a total of: (4)
Bryce gets a charger

With the assist completed and the Baverstock that was on foot relieved of the Saxon that was trying to kill him, Elrick gives the two siblings a quick look, "Sir, if your brother is injured, take him to the healers. I will be riding back where the Lord Marshal is! Well fought!" With that, the Laverstock spurs his charger back to speed, attempting to rejoin the unit that Sir Jaradin is leading. And when he does, he immediate engages one of the Saxons who is on the verge of fleeing, his sword strike carving out a bloody wound.

With the assistance of his brother Landon, Bryce has gotten himself a new mount, a brown charger. Dark eyes meet Elrick's gaze and the Baverstock shakes his head. "Only a scratch," he admits in regards to any injuries sustained. "And… thank you again, Sir." His gaze follows Elrick as he hurries off, glimpsing Saxons. Right! There is still time, and so Bryce spurs his new horse on, to take at least one of those fleeing invaders down.

Failed.
Aeron checked his sword of 15, he rolled 19.
Critical Success!
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Aeron at 10, he rolled 10.
SirKay rolls 8d6 and gets (3 3 1 4 4 6 6 1) for a total of: (28)
Aeron rolls 1d6 and gets (6) for a total of: (6)

The Saxon's retreat spurs Aeron to ride forward in pursuit of the Saxon spearmen. The disarray doesn't do much for Aeron's luck, it would seem, as the Saxon manages to pause his retreat and get spear positioned, which hits Aeron rather solidly, knocking him from horse and onto the ground, motionless!

Success
Bran checked his sword of 15, he rolled 5.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Bran at 10, he rolled 4.
Bran rolls 5d6 and gets (5 5 3 3 1) for a total of: (17)
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs. Bran at 11, he rolled 19.

Critical Success!
Bryce checked his Sword at 13, he rolled 13.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Bryce at 10, he rolled 1.
Bryce rolls 8d6 and gets (1 1 3 1 5 3 6 4) for a total of: (24)
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs. Bryce at 11, he rolled 5.
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl con vs. Bryce at 15, he rolled 6.

Always pursue a fleeing foe. Cut them down from behind! Bran wheels his horse around as the ceorls turn and flee, riding hard and slashes one of the Saxons in the back to send him falling to the ground. The downed man will likely be dispatched soon enough by someone behind him so the Bodenham knight continues riding hard to run down the retreating men. They have little chance of escape with all these knights chasing and cutting them down. Sword bloodied, armor untouched, body uninjured, Bran is feeling exhilirated as the battle begins to wind to a close without only the cleanup left to take care of.

Success
Brynmor checked his sword of 15, he rolled 8.
Failed.
SirKay makes a check for ceorl spear vs. Brynmor at 10, he rolled 13.
Brynmor rolls 4d6 and gets (3 6 4 3) for a total of: (16)
Success
SirKay makes a check for ceorl dex vs. Brynmor at 11, he rolled 6.

Could it be the frustration of the very recent experience, surrounded by Saxons, until the younger brother had to get him out of that mess? Bryce de Baverstock swings his blade with cold calculation, the brown charger beneath him urged to a gallop, hooves thundering on the ground, while the rider singles out a foe, and deals him a devastating blow of his weapon, opening the Saxon's back up with a grisly cut whilst staggering the man even if he manages - Lord knows how - to keep running.

Success
Elrick checked his sword of 15, he rolled 2.
Failed.
Cyndeyrn makes a check for Coerl Crap Spear at 11, he rolled 14.
Elrick rolls 5d6 and gets (6 6 6 5 1) for a total of: (24)
Success
Landon checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 2.
Failed.
Cyndeyrn makes a check for Coerl Crap Spear at 11, he rolled 19.
Success
Isyld checked her axe of 15, she rolled 10.
Critical Fail!
Cyndeyrn makes a check for Coerl Crap Spear at 11, he rolled 20.
Landon rolls 5d6 and gets (3 5 4 1 1) for a total of: (14)
Isyld rolls 5d6 and gets (5 5 1 3 2) for a total of: (16)
Failed.
Morwenna checked her spear of 15, she rolled 17.
Failed.
Cyndeyrn makes a check for Coerl Crap Spear at 11, he rolled 13.

Normally, Brynmor might not pursue someone who decides to disengage him and flee. Especially not if he's on foot. Not unless they were riding off to alert reinforcement or the like, so while others are off chasing down their opponents, the Steeple Langford finds that his has unfinished business. "You have to be kidding me." He says with a heavy sigh, when rather than running away with his tail between his legs, the coerl that stabbed him in the waist is looking for a repeat performance. Circling around his all too eager opponent, Brynmor spits out, "Maybe you didn't get the message, but the rest of your troop is retreating and…" The ceorl takes a swipe at him, lurching forward to strike against the Salisbury knight's shield. "Alright, if you want to play it that way." Brynmor obviously doesn't look happy and his actions show this. Each of his foe's strikes is parried or blocked while he returns in kind in a series of aggravating assaults. Eventually, one of his own blows slashes through the other guy's shoulder and while he tries to put more force and effort into the hit, almost as if he wanted to amputate is foe, it is not enough. Not even enough to topple the punk over. Punk.

Success
Lyonesse checked her spear of 15, she rolled 9.
Failed.
Cyndeyrn makes a check for Coerl Crap Spear at 11, he rolled 19.
Lyonesse rolls 5d6 and gets (2 5 2 5 6) for a total of: (20)

Landon watched Bryce spur off, smirking underneath his helm with a small shake of his head. The field had routed the enemies and so they were pursuing! Perhaps the extent of his adrenaline in aiding his brother had worn him down, or the slow bleed of his wound. A scratch! Tis but a scratch! There was no inspirational charge this time, even as the backs of the enemies show to them as they scatter around the knights. He keeps up with Bryce and aims a slash toward one fleeing man, who turns just in time, evading the hard galloping hooves and the deady arc. Instead, Landon's blade clips him over the shoulder, off setting the Saxon's balance but not necessarily staggering him to the earth. There was no hollars now, just grunting as Landon goes to cleave into the backs of fleeing men - if not now, then they'd return and come back later!

Success
Morwenna checked her hunting of 15, she rolled 9.
Success
Cyndeyrn makes a check for Coerl Crap Spear at 11, he rolled 5.
Morwenna rolls 1d6 and gets (4) for a total of: (4)
Success
Morwenna checked her prudent of 10, she rolled 9.

It will take awhile for those from one battle to the next to arrive, but word is running from place to place that healers are needed and so Rose with gather what she can and move with others of her art to find what she can do. Of course she left someone with Perin, her heartbreaking as she did but duty is duty and honor is honor.

Rose glances around carefully, looking for where the healers have setup on this side of the city. her indigo eyes are tired but she tries to give a smile towards Leodwen when she finds her. "Who needs us most?" She asks, and while she looks at the other healer she looks for the wounded as well.

Perhaps luckily, Aeron's squire is still about, managing to haul the knight back to safety, though he's still quite unconscious and bleeding. The flight of the Saxons has given the defenders a bit of a reprive within the city, anyway.

"I suppose…", Leodwen drawls, hands moving to her sides as she surveys the wounded with a glance of her hazel eyes, "Sir Aeron there…" Knowing the knight perhaps from sight. "This one over here…" Her gaze shifts to Idris and she frowns, "has already received first attentions. He'll need rest and utmost care to get through it all, I'm afraid."

Leodwen treats four wounds of Aeron:
Success
Leodwen checked her FirstAid of 12, she rolled 5.
Critical Success!
Leodwen checked her FirstAid of 12, she rolled 12.
Critical Success!
Leodwen checked her FirstAid of 12, she rolled 12.
Success
Leodwen checked her FirstAid of 12, she rolled 6.
Leodwen rolls 1d3 and gets (3) for a total of: (3)
Leodwen rolls 1d3+3 and gets (1) for a total of: (4)
Leodwen rolls 1d3+3 and gets (3) for a total of: (6)
Leodwen rolls 1d3 and gets (1) for a total of: (1)
Aeron rolls for Major Wound:
Aeron rolls 1d6 and gets (4) for a total of: (4)

After the enemy breaks, Morwenna rides off in pursuit and dissapears for… a time. There may, indeed, be cause for concern for her absence, at least for those who know her. She is but a single woman, and few others have decided to track the saxons into the wood. And what horrors might befall her, were her chase to go awry and the huntress become the hunted? Well then, perhaps she would be a maiden knight no more. Yet, after some while, a lone figure will appear upon the eastern plain near the nearest forest edge, a white horse with a slim, dark rider. And as that image grows nearer, the details will become clear. Again, the woman who bears the unicorn as her sigil has done instead the work of the raven goddess, returning covered in blood, none of it her own. Several… braids? Beards? Hair of some sort, are strung now, from her belt and vest in a bloody spectacle of her success. And then behind her comes another figure, dragged from her steed by a rope, stumbling, struggling to walk. Her prisoner. It is with these prizes that Morwenna will again enter Sarum, surveying all the carnage as she brings back a little of her own.

Rose gives a tired nod to Leodwen and will stay incase she is needed, but a little smile touches her lips as the other Healer clearly knows what she is doing. So that leaves Rose to glance around and then frown as she sees her brother, her footsteps take her in his direction unless someone more serious catches her attention.

Finally, after that final hit, the blood gushing out of his not-so-grievous wound, the coerl which Brynmor was fighting finally takes off and flees. "Yeah, told you to run!" He calls out all while waving his sword to the guy. Turning back around, he rubs the back of his neck with a hand, that arm now covered in blood due to a previous strike from earlier. "Now where is that damn horse." Tired, in pain, his head hurt. Tired more. Heading on over to where the injured are all situated, he desparately tries to find a cot at least. Oh good, his sister is approaching. Maybe she has more pull on which patients get to lie on a cot! "I thought you were at Wilton." His eyes cautiously look Rose over now. She seems unhurt!

Landon rides back toward the gathering healers, feeling his hand to his ribcage where the spear grazed him through chain. It's not bad but it's bleeding. Minor, could've been lethal an inch apart. As it is, he dismounts with a slight grunt, tosses off his helmet to a squire that comes to help him, and nods to see if there's a healer that will take the time to see him after those with worse injuries.

Said, then done. Leodwen kneels down at Aeron's side, her usually so cheerful mien showing her focus as she gets to the task. Armor is removed where needed, the ghastly wounds cleaned with a clean cloth. A healing salve that will keep the injuries from festering she applies next, taking care to cover the cuts with a fresh bandage, tying them off firm but not too firm. It will take her quite a bit of time, and as she realizes this, she looks up to Rose and gestures for her to take care of other injuries that require immediate attention.

For the record: Chirurgeonry roll on Idris
Critical Success!
Leodwen checked her Profession of 15, she rolled 15.
—> Double healing rate for Idris

FirstAid for Landon:
Failed.
Leodwen checked her FirstAid of 12, she rolled 13.
Failed.
Landon checked his Forgiving of 4, he rolled 10.
Success
Landon checked his Vengeful of 16, he rolled 9.

And then it is a large man of a Baverstock who has a wound that needs tending to. Leodwen de Falt pushes a strand of hair from her view with the back of her forarm, as she applies a bandage to Landon de Baverstock's wound, her eyes blinking as exhaustion begins to claim her. So many wounded to tend to! Hopefully Sir Landon might forgive her that she does not manage to give him all of the required attention.

Rose wrinkles her nose at Brynmor, and she doesn't look hurt but she looks very tired and there is blood tried everywhere on her clothing. She takes his arm and leads him to a fur or cot and then sighs. "Perin asked me to come with him when he rode here. I was able to save him atleast.." She says with a drop of her eyes and then she is looking for wounds.

Success
Rose checked her firstaid of 15, she rolled 8.
Rose rolls 1d3 and gets (1) for a total of: (1)

Oh good. Brynmor knew that Rose would get him a cot. So down he goes, settling in comfortably. He has 2 wounds, one is just a big bruise from a fall, but the other is pretty darn bloody at his shoulder. "You look like you ought to get some sleep." His voice comes out stern, for he is the big brother after all. And when it comes to sleep, he knows best. "So Wilton is safe? Can't say I got a chance to hear much about that." His eyes then scan the room, "So Perin's here?"

Success
Rose checked her firstaid of 15, she rolled 9.
Rose rolls 1d3 and gets (3) for a total of: (3)

"I am not sure how Wilton is, we had not gotten word, before I rushed over here. While we have some very good Healers they are spread very thin today.." She moves to take care of the bruise from the fall, that way she can lay him down carefully and work on the shoulder, she winces a little but moves to clean it, her eyes flicker to her brothers and then she sighs. "You will need to help me look after Perin, he.. is still on the other side.. We.." She closes her eyes and says something softly to herself, but then forges on. "We lose Aeryn today…"

Hearing about the lack of healers, Brynmor simply nods. His shoulders are slouched, which hurt initially, but feels just fine now. Especially after some medication and a good clean bandage. While he does have this urge to lay back fully and just sleep top off his healing process, for Rose's sake, as she still tends to him, he remains seated and still. Not so much the observant sort, he doesn't really his sister's somber expression, just chalking it up to weariness. "If I weren't injured, I'd have you sleep on this cot, at least for a little bit. You know, to take a break? You definitely need—" He then blinks at something said. "Aeryn? Really? Wait, what do you mean by…" And then it dawns on him. This is why Rose has been acting so weird! They had almost lost Catryn the other day and now this… "I.. I hadn't heard." His voice drops low and he reaches out his good arm to place a hand on his sister's shoulder. "Were you with her…?" He doesn't dare finish off his question.

Rose knows her brother very well, so she simply let's him ramble on about his need to rest and sleep, and really sadly for him she tunes most of that out as she finishes very carefully with the bandage around his shoulder. But then he is asking about things and those eyes flicker up to his face, she simply watches him for a moment before she nods slowly, "Yes.. just…before I made it to this side. We.. lost to many outside the gate…" She admits, her eyes closing as she sways just a little, but she catches herself carefully against his good side. "I saved Perin though.." She will keep with that, thinking about everything else as tired as she is, is now beyond her.

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