Post by pandora on Dec 3, 2010 23:53:11 GMT 10
Title: Siege
Rating: G
Card: 1
Bingo: Tradition + Midnight + The Capital + Pranks + Friendship
Summary: Led by Buri and Evin, the Queen's Riders lay siege to the barracks of the King's Own.
It was almost midnight as the Riders crept through the snow to surround their target.
The Own barracks was dark and silent, unusual for so close to the Midwinter holidays, but it gave the Riders the chance they needed.
In the grey light of pre-dawn the last touches were made on the fortifications, and a frenzied preparation of snowballs began.
Evin crouch ran to where Buri was stationed in front of the main entrance to the barracks. Folding himself up so he was protected by the barricade he gave Buri a sharp salute.
“The eagle has landed Fearless Leader! Operation Siege is go!”
Buri paused mid-snowball. “Evin, what in Mithros’ name are you going on about?”
“Defences are complete, we will engage the enemy on your signal.” He quickly scooped up a handful of snow and began manically preparing his own collection of ammunition.
“Oh, so you actually mean to wait for the signal this year Ev?” asked Miri from Evin's other side. “Cause we all know how that worked out last time!”
“I got excited, alright! This year I really will wait.”
“Should we trust him Commander?” Miri asked Buri with a grin. “I think he might have turned and have been trying to warn them on purpose... Trying to impress all those pretty young men-“
Miri shrieked as Evin tried to shove a handful of snow in her mouth, rubbing the rest all over her face. Miri pushed him away and stuffed the snowball she’d been working on down the front of his shirt in retaliation.
Their cries and laughter echoed in the silence as they wrestled, each trying to pin the other, and crushing the majority or their own snowballs and those of their neighbours in the process.
“Quiet!” Buri growled dragging them apart by their shirt collars, “Do you want to wake them before we’re ready!”
“Relax Buri, they won’t be waking up any time soon...”
Buri’s eyebrows snapped together “Evin, what did you-“
“Nothing serious, I may (or may not) have slipped a little something extra in their Midwinter pudding...”
“Evin!”
“It was only a little bit, just to help them sleep though the-“
“No excuses Larse, we’ll discuss this later.”
“Well they shouldn’t be eating so much pudding anyway...” Evin mumbled as he got back to work.
Lerant woke not long after dawn feeling very much hung-over... Which was odd seeing he hadn’t had anything to drink last night. Well, other than his wine with dinner. And a few glasses of whiskey over cards... And that cup of brandy before bed, but that was just to help him sleep... He must be getting soft.
He stumbled out the front doors of the barracks, still half asleep, blinded by the glare of the morning sun reflecting off the snow. His vision cleared and he noticed what looked like a wall of snow about 20 yards away, continuing around the sides of the barracks.
“What the-”
Suddenly the blood-curdling cry of “ATTACK!” rang out through the air, followed by a chorus of war-cries and a rain of heavily compacted snow.
Needless to say, Lerant made a very hasty retreat to within the walls of the Own barracks, but not before being pounded head to toe with well aimed missiles.
He leant against the inside of the door, trying to catch his breath, and get most of the snow off him before it soaked through his clothes.
Outside there was silence.
“Gods Lerant, what did you do? Fall in a snow drift?” Sergeant Domitan raised an arched eyebrow and shook his head. “You’ll never get anywhere with the Own if you don’t start being more careful.”
Dom was surprised when, instead of the fiery retort he’d been expecting, Lerant just laughed.
“Something like that,” the younger man confessed with a grin. “You headed outside?”
“I am as a matter of fact.”
“Well then Sergeant,” Lerant said with a bow, “allow me to get the door for you.”
“That’s more like it.” Dom clapped him on the shoulder, “We’ll make a soldier of you yet!”
As soon as Dom crossed the threshold Lerant slammed the door shut and fastened the latch.
Chuckling, he made his way back to his rooms, and fell back asleep to the sweet sound of Dom pounding the doors and bellowing for help.
The siege ended later that afternoon when, in a coordinated attack, the men of the Own melted the oppositions blockade with buckets of warm water.
It was later proclaimed (by Evin of course) to be the most successful snow siege in the history of snow sieges.
Rating: G
Card: 1
Bingo: Tradition + Midnight + The Capital + Pranks + Friendship
Summary: Led by Buri and Evin, the Queen's Riders lay siege to the barracks of the King's Own.
It was almost midnight as the Riders crept through the snow to surround their target.
The Own barracks was dark and silent, unusual for so close to the Midwinter holidays, but it gave the Riders the chance they needed.
In the grey light of pre-dawn the last touches were made on the fortifications, and a frenzied preparation of snowballs began.
Evin crouch ran to where Buri was stationed in front of the main entrance to the barracks. Folding himself up so he was protected by the barricade he gave Buri a sharp salute.
“The eagle has landed Fearless Leader! Operation Siege is go!”
Buri paused mid-snowball. “Evin, what in Mithros’ name are you going on about?”
“Defences are complete, we will engage the enemy on your signal.” He quickly scooped up a handful of snow and began manically preparing his own collection of ammunition.
“Oh, so you actually mean to wait for the signal this year Ev?” asked Miri from Evin's other side. “Cause we all know how that worked out last time!”
“I got excited, alright! This year I really will wait.”
“Should we trust him Commander?” Miri asked Buri with a grin. “I think he might have turned and have been trying to warn them on purpose... Trying to impress all those pretty young men-“
Miri shrieked as Evin tried to shove a handful of snow in her mouth, rubbing the rest all over her face. Miri pushed him away and stuffed the snowball she’d been working on down the front of his shirt in retaliation.
Their cries and laughter echoed in the silence as they wrestled, each trying to pin the other, and crushing the majority or their own snowballs and those of their neighbours in the process.
“Quiet!” Buri growled dragging them apart by their shirt collars, “Do you want to wake them before we’re ready!”
“Relax Buri, they won’t be waking up any time soon...”
Buri’s eyebrows snapped together “Evin, what did you-“
“Nothing serious, I may (or may not) have slipped a little something extra in their Midwinter pudding...”
“Evin!”
“It was only a little bit, just to help them sleep though the-“
“No excuses Larse, we’ll discuss this later.”
“Well they shouldn’t be eating so much pudding anyway...” Evin mumbled as he got back to work.
Lerant woke not long after dawn feeling very much hung-over... Which was odd seeing he hadn’t had anything to drink last night. Well, other than his wine with dinner. And a few glasses of whiskey over cards... And that cup of brandy before bed, but that was just to help him sleep... He must be getting soft.
He stumbled out the front doors of the barracks, still half asleep, blinded by the glare of the morning sun reflecting off the snow. His vision cleared and he noticed what looked like a wall of snow about 20 yards away, continuing around the sides of the barracks.
“What the-”
Suddenly the blood-curdling cry of “ATTACK!” rang out through the air, followed by a chorus of war-cries and a rain of heavily compacted snow.
Needless to say, Lerant made a very hasty retreat to within the walls of the Own barracks, but not before being pounded head to toe with well aimed missiles.
He leant against the inside of the door, trying to catch his breath, and get most of the snow off him before it soaked through his clothes.
Outside there was silence.
“Gods Lerant, what did you do? Fall in a snow drift?” Sergeant Domitan raised an arched eyebrow and shook his head. “You’ll never get anywhere with the Own if you don’t start being more careful.”
Dom was surprised when, instead of the fiery retort he’d been expecting, Lerant just laughed.
“Something like that,” the younger man confessed with a grin. “You headed outside?”
“I am as a matter of fact.”
“Well then Sergeant,” Lerant said with a bow, “allow me to get the door for you.”
“That’s more like it.” Dom clapped him on the shoulder, “We’ll make a soldier of you yet!”
As soon as Dom crossed the threshold Lerant slammed the door shut and fastened the latch.
Chuckling, he made his way back to his rooms, and fell back asleep to the sweet sound of Dom pounding the doors and bellowing for help.
The siege ended later that afternoon when, in a coordinated attack, the men of the Own melted the oppositions blockade with buckets of warm water.
It was later proclaimed (by Evin of course) to be the most successful snow siege in the history of snow sieges.