NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC: Here is the rp! Upon popular demand, I've decided to extend the year from 1620 to 1710, since I think people wanted it to be in the 1700's; I think it had to do something with weapons and what not.

Here are the list of players thus far, if more people sign up then I'll add them to the list.


Madnestan
Kulikovo
[NS::]Reallydrunk
Caladonn
Cherry Ridge
Ebedron
Ravea
Franberry
Canadstein
Mount Zeon
Terror Incognitia
If I missed anyone, bring it to my attention please in the OOC Thread!
Next post will be in IC.)

The year was 1710, the month was May however none mattered to the native woman that made her way through out the land. Halona was greatful for the warm weather, however she hated the cool nights. Some locals had told her that she was in the New England area, but the woman had no concern for that. She continued walking, the sun bearly up past the trees.

North of Lake George

Fog covered the low lands and the early morning dew was still fresh. The birds chirped to the arrival of a new day. The masive lake was still and the sun began to hit the forested mountains. The deer trotted through the forest, in search of something to eat. A large buck went throught the brush. The barrel of a rifle rose slowly from a cover of leaves. It steadied and followed the buck through the branches. The crack of a rifle shattered the sereine silence of nature. It roared down the valley like thunder. The shot found its' mark and downed the buck. A rough looking man stepped from the leaves and approached the buck. His hands ran through it's hair as he knelt down. He strung the buck up and began to gut it. he scratched his short beard.
"Alain! Did you down the buck?" asked another trapper.
"Of course I did" Alain replied.

Halona jumped as she heard the gun fire, however could not see anything through the light fog and the many trees in her path. The Native leaned against a tree, listening for anything.

Alain was part of a hunting party who was out hunting for over three days. They met their limit and sold the meat, pelts, and other items at the French forts. They made a good life as hunters. He loved to be out in the forests and mountains. They were more of a home than a cabin. He longed to explore, but lacked the supplies to head west. he heard stories from natives of a great land to the west where massive fury beasts roam in herds that stretch from horizon to horizon. After getting his pay he departed from the rest of his party. He would head south, the herds were heading south, oddly towards the British.

OOC: Thought i would stick this here.....Name: William Crossley
Rank: Lt.Col in the british army,Queens Light Dragoons
Age:26
Weapons: Two Pistols, Cavelry Sabre
Physical Descripton: Black short hair,Blue eyes,Well built,stands 6'ft tall
Bio:
Lt.Col William Crossley graduated at the top of his class, he was given a commission in the kings army as a Lt.Col. Crossley is a very professional and ambitious leader, As stated by Lord Nelson, "All officers in the kings army are expected to preform their dutys to the best of their ablitys". Lt.Col Crossley is cocky and his pride is everything, he advances himself through victory and shows very little compassion.


And.....without further adue....


IC:

Lt.Col William Crossley and a company of his light Dragoons cantered through the wilderness near Lake George, they were scouting out the area to make sure the infantry could pass through without no opposition. A gun shot echoed through the air,

"Foward!!" Crossley ordered, His second in command repeated the order...

The coloum took off at a fast pace in the direction of the gunshot, they were expecting contact at any time now, the horses hooves beat on the ground...

Jean-Daniel Dumas heard the crack of the rifle. He told his men to hold. It was the sound of a hunting rifle. 'Good it might be the British.' Jean edged his platoon foward. They crept forward silently then saw the two men. The platoon surronded the trappers and aimmed their muskets. Jean started to yell in English. "Surrender now or you will be shot in the name of Philip V and France!!"

OOC: o.0 my dragoons are comming...a whole company...or..everyone will die, the trappers will be mistaken for french scouts, o god!

(OOC: I know this is my rp and everything, but could someone help me out? My char is stuck in a forest leaning against a tree..and I don't know what to do.
Any help/suggestion of somehow including her in anything coming up?)

Several miles west of Lake George
A party of about thirty large, bearded men made their way silently through the forests as they heard the distant echo of what appeared to be a gunshot. The men looked around, startled. This had been the first time in many months they had heard the crack of a rifle that wasn't thier own. These were hardy russian men who had been traveling for almost a full year, ending up an entire hemisphere away from home on their special mission from Peter the Great himself.

The leader of the Russians stopped and held up his hand to halt the company; he thought he could hear some faint shouts of what appeared to be english. He spoke quitely to the group in throaty Russian.

"Lay low, men. There are English speakers a ways ahead of us. We'll try and go around them if we can." He pulled a younger man close to him. "Pjotr," He wispered. "Stick close to me. I don't want anything to happen. Get someone to fetch Sarina for me as well."

The younger Russian nodded and began looking for the Nez Perce women as the company started to move slowly forwards.

Alain swiftly moved through the forest, he heard the horses who were on one of the paths. The forest covered him from their sight if they were to come closer. His buckskin chaps. His leggings protected him from sharp brush as we moved along the ridge line. he saw someone in the distance, it appeared to be a native woman. "Who stands behind the tree?" he called out, but not in a high tone.

Hearing the hooves beat on the ground Jean ordered his men to move back and prepare for an ambush. The man took new positions and were hidden with the brush and trees. Seeing the horses come Jean knew that they were British. Once the British came in range he would order to fire.

(OOC: Thanks for your help, I kinda suck when it comes to war stuff, I mean I know about it however I don't think my character would've been noticed.)

IC:

Halona gathered her small bag close to her, keeping the rather large knife handle slightly sticking out of the bag so they would know she was armed in case they were going to try anything. The native stepped out and began walking closer until she could see the men. Halona couldn't tell if anyone was with him however she kept her distance, "Who are you?"

Alain saw the native woman, he looked at her to see if she posed a threat. He lowered his rifle and put it to his side. "I am Alain Massena, hunter and guide" he replied, waiting for a response, hopefully the native girl was no danger.

Jean saw the trapper talking to a native woman. He was French. Execept he would be caught in the cross fire if those damn Britsh kept coming this way.

The girl thought a moment, "Is anyone with you, you alone?"

Lt.Col Crossley slowed when they had not encountered anything yet, it was too quiet now...the coloum came to a halt,

"Colonel, it could have been fired on purpose to bring us into an ambush..Indians sir.."

Crossley did not fancy fighting indians, only when they attacked him did he want to fight them,

"Umm..i see your point Lt" he raised his hand and the dragoons stopped..

Lt.Col Crossley looked hard into the distance,

"Might even be french..we may have to split the coloum in two and flank them on foot..."

"I am alone, we must leave this part of the forest. I believe the long knives are coming down one of the paths at the bottom of the ridge" alain said to her. He didn't want to stay around. But, he didn't want the native to be caught by the British who had no respect for the natives. Alain held the natives in high regards and respect.

Halona replied with a question, "Who are the long knives, alain?"

OCC: Natives used tom refer to the British and Americans as "Long Knive" due to their bayonets (I believe).

Alain looked to her and replied "The British. Neither of us wants to be caught by them"

Lt.Col Crossley and his men waited patiently in the forest,

"What is our course of action sir?" Asked a Lt by the name of Burton..

Crossley replyed to the officer,

"We do exactly what they are doing Lt, this is a different kind of war..they are heathens..uncivilized, they ignore the rules of war.."

The dragoons watched for movement in the trees ahead, some drew their sabres while others drew their pistols and cocked back the hammer...

OOC: Also known as Redcoats...

OOC: Remeber [NS::]Reallydrunk the british kept in rank and marched foward. The French didn't do that.

Jean saw the two columns. He ordered his men to get ready. There muskets were aimmed. He also gave the order not to shoot the native or trapper. Sweat rolled down from his forehead. His men blended with the forest and were going to be hard for those lobsterbacks to find them. Once they came forward he would give the order.

(OOC: I knew the term red coats, but not long knives..cool, learn something new everyday)

IC:
"Alright," Halona said as she took a few steps back, "I am Halona, I have never known british up close; I have heard stories."

"All you'll want to know of them is stories. Trust my words, they are no friend to the natives" Alain said.

OOC: They are also unsure of who lies ahead, indians or the french..Crossley smells an ambush and is being advised by his officers that it very well could be...

Colonel Crossley had made up his mind after pondering their course of action,

"We will bypass this Lt, i smell an ambush...remember they can see us clearly if they are out there, we pull back.."

Lt Burton nodded then signaled the second coloum of dragoons to mount their horses once again, then one of the privates noticed some figures in the distance,

"Sir!, a man and a woman..there..."

Burton strained his eyes peering into the distance,

"It's a set up..Sergent prepare to withdraw.."

Sergent Vaughn aknowlaged the order,

"Withdraw!!"

Colonel Crossleys coloum withdrew first then it was followed by Sergent Vaughns...

One of the eager French soldiers found a target and fired. It hit the British soldier. Then all hell broke loose. The French soldiers fire their volleys at the British soldiers. Then they started to reload. Jean aimmed his musket at a Sgt then fired his musket. He yelled in French. "Retreat!" His men started to move back.

Halona took a few steps back from the french man, "I trust no one, I will retrace my steps and walk back."
The young woman turned and began walking in the direction that she had come, glancing over her shoulder to make sure he wasn't going to grab or kill her.

One of the eager French soldiers found a target and fired. It hit the British soldier. Then all hell broke loose. The French soldiers fire their volleys at the British soldiers. Then they started to reload. Jean aimmed his musket at a Sgt then fired his musket. He yelled in French. "Retreat!"

(OOC: Canadstein, what the hell was that? They with drew!)

Alain watched her leave "Fine, just keep safe!" He called out and decided to depart as well. He began to walk through the forest.

OOC: So?

Halona briefly was curious about the man which for a reason unknown to her she stopped, "Why do you say that?"
She called over her shoulder, no one had cared for her safety, and she was put off slightly as he said those words to her.

One of the eager French soldiers found a target and fired. It hit the British soldier. Then all hell broke loose. The French soldiers fire their volleys at the British soldiers. Then they started to reload. Jean aimmed his musket at a Sgt then fired his musket. He yelled in French. "Retreat!" His men started to move back.

Colonel Crossley drew his sabre and reared his horse up,

"Sergent..bloody hell!" the Colonel watched him hit the ground...

The dragoons turned their horses around and Lt Burton fired his pistol back at the french soldiers who were visable now..

"Charge!!"

The second coloum of dragoons charged towards the french soldiers shooting their pistols, Lt.Col Crossley hung back with the second,

"We will move in after they do for support!!"

The dragoons charged past the frenchman and the indian girl towards the retreating soldiers full speed....

OOC: So?

(OOC: Just got a bit..put off..by that.a bit confused if you will)

"I have seen too many native people fall under the blade of the redcoats!" Alain called out, he stopped walking.

The woman nodded, "I understand, look!"
She could hear as well as feel the earth shake as she saw horses and men speed by, Halona leaned against a tree, ducking down.

OCC: I'm done for tonight. Nice rping with you'uns! :D

French were scurrying away. They were breaking up and meeting later. The pistols missed most of there targets since the Jean's men were already far away. Jean ordered his men to follow. The men charged and went into a deeply forested area and waited. He gave the order to stay hidden, not to fire their guns, and to stay still.

(OOC: Ok, have a good night rp with ya tomorrow!)

The Russians were closer now; the leader-a man named Vlad Vladstienerson-called for another stop. It sounded like a full-out gun battle now. Vlad was curious, but not that curious. His men had been traveling too long now to be taken out by some two bit soldiers from another country. The mission was too important, anyways. Vlad told his men to skirt around the south side of the battle as quickly as possible; any hostilites, however, would be met with deadly force.

OOC: I would expect you have taken some casulties..i noticed you said 'most shots missed'..anyways..

Lt Burton sliced down a french soldier while other dragoons shot the ones who remained in range, the majority of them had escaped. Afew dragoons continued to persue their enemy deeper into the woods but could not go any father while mounted so they were recalled.

Colonel Crossley knelt by his wounded Sergent who had taken a shoulder wound,

"It's alright Vaughn, your going to pull through.."

Lt.Burton and the dragoons who charged returned to the main body of troops,

"Sir i have to report we have eliminated the slower attackers, the rest have escaped us..."

Crossley stood up and looked around, he had four dead and 3 wounded,

"Bloody french..."

A private brought fourth a young indian woman,

"Sir! i have found this woman hiding behind that tree!!"

Lt Burton looked around,

"Where is that trapper we past...?"

Jean had four men missing they were reported as dead. A private came up. "Sir the British are only a few yards away."

"Good job. I need the best sharpshooter here."

A man stood up.

"Good Pierre. I want you to get up near the British and kill a British officer then come back here."

Pierre nooded then ran off. Once getting close he got close to the ground. Crawling up he saw the lieutenant that had sliced on of his friends in half.. He aimmed at the Lieuntenant then fired the gun. He crawled underneath a wooden log and waited for the British to stop lookin over here.

Jean had four men missing they were reported as dead. A private came up. "Sir the British are only a few yards away."

"Good job. I need the best sharpshooter here."

A man stood up.

"Good Pierre. I want you to get up near the British and kill a British officer then come back here."

Pierre nooded then ran off. Once getting close he got close to the ground. Crawling up he saw the lieutenant that had sliced on of his friends in half.. He aimmed at the Lieuntenant then fired the gun. He crawled underneath a wooden log and waited for the British to stop lookin over here

Lt Burton was blown off his horse when a shot struck him in the back of the head, his dragoon helmet flew threw the air. The British fired in the general direction they believed the shot to come from,

"You blasted frogs!" one of them yelled...

Lt.Col Crossley knew he was lucky, they didn't see his rank obviously..

"To horse!! to horse!!" The dragoons on foot scrambled assisting the wounded..

They loaded up their wounded and a private grabbed the indian girl scooping her up in front of him, Crossley ordered his men to withdraw because he didn't want to be the next victim of the french shooter.

The remaining coloum cantered off, Crossley looked over his shoulder at his dead Lt laying on the ground brains splattered about...

Pierre got up when the British finally left. He had killed the officer. Going up the officer Pierre looked at him. Another damn British officer killed. Then he traveled back to Jean.

"Lt. Dumas I killed an officer and the rest of the British moved out."

"Good Pierre."

"Also it seems the British took an native woman with them."

"Then were going to have to commence a raid during the night. Set up camp nearby."

Jean started to move and his men followed.

The Queens light dragoons rode at a hard pace through the forest and on towards the outpost set up by British field regulars. They had rode untill night fall when Lt.Col Crossley decided they would turn in for the night, the company of dragoons stopped by a small stream many miles from where the ambush had taken place earlier.

Crossley was short an officer and a sergent therefore he had to get some replacements from the regimental headquarters, he still had one sergent left, a man by the name of David White.

The moon was high in the sky and the brook glistened in the light, Crossley stood leaning against a tree looking at the running water..all through his mind was Burton getting shot. Lt.Col Crossley knew Burton and they grew up togeather in Liverpool, now he was laying in the forest with half his head blown all over the place.

Sergent White disturbed his thoughts...

"Sir, the indian girl...what of her.."

Crossley turned around and replyed,

"Bring her to me..."

Before Halona could react, she felt strong arms pick her up from behind, "Let go!"
She shouted but it would be in vane as she was placed on a horse and the british began to ride away. She held her bag towards her, knowing it would be foolish to strike out with her knife. The woman also knew that fighting would do no good, unless she wanted to be killed then and there. A fear suddenly struck her; could her father had somehow sent these men to find her? She rode for hours, not saying a word until someone came to get her and she picked up her bag which sat beside her on the ground that she had been sitting on and followed him.

Lt.Col Crossley stood by the stream hand on his sabre, Sergent White brought the native girl to him then dismissed himself..

"Who are you, and what were you doing back there...it was a set up, you and the trapper were decoys.."

Crossley was not sure if she understood him at all but he continued to talk..

"You knew the french were there!" he wanted to grab ahold of her but she was still a woman...

He stepped foward in anger then stopped himself, slowly he took steps back..

Halona held her head high as she took steps back from the man, "I am what? Do not accuse me of things that I have not done."
Halona said, "I do not know who you speak of, I was only walking then I met up with some man who began his speaking to me."
Halona looked at the english man in his eyes, her gaze not leaving.

Colonel Crossley was pretty sure she was lying to him,

"Do not lie to me you bloody savage!.." He felt bad for the out burst but tryed to show no remorse...

The anger was still present him him because of his dead friend Lt.Burton, the indian girl could speak english very well...

"What tribe are you from girl? Obviously you have learned my language from an elder who assosiates with my kings army..who!"

Crossley looked at the bag,

"And..what is in there.."

Halona gasped, "I do not ly to you! What reason would I have? I do not come from a tribe, I ran away."
Halona looked down at her bag, "My clothes, some food and a knife that is all."
The woman said, wanting to be truthful; knowing she had no motives for lying.

Halona gasped, "I do not ly to you! What reason would I have? I do not come from a tribe, I ran away."
Halona looked down at her bag, "My clothes, some food and a knife that is all."
The woman said, wanting to be truthful; knowing she had no motives for lying.

Lt.Col Crossley stood there staring at her,

"The reason you would have to lie to me would be, you belong to a tribe allied with the french..you indians think your english allies to the east have turned their backs on you..that is inncorrect, we are your friends...it is the french who will loose control here and will retreat home leaving your people to fight against us! they turn you on us so your people can cover their retreat back across the ocean!"

He paused slightly calming down..

"What is your name? and where did you learn the language of my people..?"

"Do not fear me, i will not hurt you.."

Halona kept her eyes on him, "I am not alied with the french. I don't belong to my tribe anymore, I have left them for good. The french do not concern me."

Crossley then said quietly,

"Forget the french..what is your name, where did you learn english...i am being rather polite at this given time..can you not take advantage of that fact miss?"

The young Colonel forced a smile upon his face,

"Humph?...also what do you know of the British?"

Halona was never one to give in to orders, which is why she was on the run at this time.
"You're being polite? Kidnapping a woman, very nice of you."
Halona gritted her teeth before she willed herself to calm, "I have picked up english from many people. As for what I know of the British."
She took a deep breath, "You disrespect us, you do not try to understand us, your society is honored bound."

Lt.Col Crossley tryed to to laugh at her responce, she had been blunt with him and he thought it was comical but kept a straight face..

"And who has been filling your head with this nonsence? also you have not been kidnapped..simply liberated from the french, consider it a favor from his majesty..they might have killed you, but! now are you not alive and well..we are better company than the french, more gentleman like i would say?"

Crossley lifted up a tin mug with steam comming from it,

"Care for a cup of tea? it's about that time..you must be thirsty from that long ride.."

Halona scoffed, "You have not liberated me from anyone, I free myself; I always have. That french man had was passing through and he saw me and he called out to me. He seemed overly friendly, I tell him that I trust no one."
Halona did not move from her spot, "What is in it?"
She looked at the tea, and then back up at the man, "What is your name?"

He continued to offer the cup to her,

"It's simply tea.."

He paused...

"Maybe if i tell you mine you will tell me yours? My name is William Crossley, the french are deceiving yes.. i bet he was a scout for those who shot at us, see how hostille the french are? we were leaving the area..they attacked us.."

The girl stretched out her hand and took the cup from the man who called himself William. The woman looked at the tea and brought the steeming cup to her face before taking a coshious sip. The tea had a bitter taste to her, however the liquid was warm as it went down.
"I am Halona," she stated as she gathered her bag closer to her, "Thank you for the drink."

Crossley nodded and said,

"Ahh so you have manners aswell! we are really comming along arn't we Halona?"

He looked down at the bag,

"Those items are all of the property you own?"

The Lt.Col bit off a piece of sausage and crewed it prim and properly with his mouth closed...

The other Dragoons sat around by a small sheltered fire that wasn't giving off smoke just minor heat, sentrys had been posted...

Halona took another sip of the tea and swallowed before saying, "Yes, as me being a savage I'm sure it surprises you, does it not William?"
Her tone slightly sarcastic and a bit mad, for his arrigant way of speaking.
'Whites are mostly the same.'
she thought but said nothing as she continued to stand.

He offered her to sit on his sleeping bag,

"Sit, i will stand of course..you shall stay in my company, those men over there are not recognized as gentleman..i miss am an officer"

He motioned towards the spread out sleeping bag...

OOC: I will post in the morn, good night..it has been a pleasure..

(OOC: thanks for telling me instead of just leaving..yes, we have 2 interesting rps going on!)

IC:

Halona wanted to laugh at his comment about the men in the direction that he had pointed and him not calling them gentlemen, "You are?"
She flattly stated as she moved a bit closer to him, then sat upon the ground. She feared that if she were on his sleeping bag that he may try something with her, and she trusted no man so there she sat.

(OOC: bump)

OOC: Damn, I live in Europe so I was sleeping while you guys played this whole thing out... What a shame. You're in Mahican area, btw. Lake George is in the Hudson Valley, if we're talking about the same lake.



Ahagutama stood up, and his men followed the example. Few jumped down from trees, some came out of bushes nearby. Almost 30 warriors, armed mostly with rifled French muskets, tomahawks and knives. Only few still carried bows and arrows - the trade with the French had done wonders to the weaponry and effectiveness of Mahican warriors.
Chief barked a short order, and few of of the youngest, bow-armed men of his group ran to collect weapons of both Frenchmen and Brits that had fallen in their fight. The men he had sent to follow both of the retreating groups of white warriors hadn't warneed them (by whisling like a bird or by an owl-like hooting), like they were ordered to do should either of the parties decide to return, and so always careful, cautious and suspicious Chief dared to move his men out of their hideouts.
This hadn't been his battle, not a fight for the Mahicans. Even though the French were officially their allies, Ahagutama saw no point in sacrificing his men in such a meaningless shootout between two groups of the whites. In fact, more they killed eachother the better for his people.
French provided him with supplies and weapons, the Brits with occasional practice targets, booty and plunder while their settlers payed for them for leaving them alone. It was pretty much a win-win for the Mahicans, but Ahagutama knew this wasn't to last.
More and more palefaces came over the Ample Lake of The East in their giant canoes, and they would soon become too strong to be held out. Besides this, Mahicans had problems with their Red Brothers too. Iroquois' arrows and knives had become costy for his people over the last few years, and situation was getting even worse since the French were now supporting them as well. They were also starting to unite, the Seven Houses of Iroquois, which even further worsened the situation of the Mahicans. If they all would band together, his people would be put under knive no matter how hard they fought back.

These all were however worries of the future. Things were good for now. French still helped them, Brits were still mostly ket in bay (they held only a small area around the delta of the Hudson river) and the Iroquois had enough problems in the South to form a real threat just yet.
However, clashes like these were very concerning. Long Knives in Red were rarely seen this far in North... they were becoming too confident, even insolent. As Ahagutama's men came back and they started to run after the British horsemen, to keep an eye on them, he was already thinking about taking the initiative.

About stepping to the Warpath.

Jean follow close to the British, but far enought away to not be seen. Jean saw the outpost. Sentries were protecting the British from the wall. "Men were going alittle from here and will attack during the night."

Jean and his men went back into the forrest. Only if he could find some native then he could easily ambush the outpost. He sent out a private to find the natives and bring them back here.

Vlad looked as hard as he could through the trees as his men passed just south of the now waning gunfight. He could see flashes of redcoated men on horses through the trees-the British! Vlad had little experiance with the so-called 'Cultured' men of western Europe, but he knew that it would be unwise to start a fight with horsemen. Russian tactics didn't suit men on horseback very well, but Vlad was unsure just how many enemies were out beyond the trees.

A flash of grey and blue in another area of the trees caught his eyes-these men were much closer than the British, straying almost within rifle range. The other force, of course. Vlad guessed that they could be French, or perhaps Natives. He motioned for his men to stop and load their rifles; if anyone strayed too close to the Russians, there would be hell to pay.

OOC: Are they Mahicans or French your guys are looking at, or haven't you just decided that at all yet?

EDIT:
OOC: Rgr that. I'll make it so that they're French you saw, while my men noticed you, ok?

IC:
Another group of white men. Marching around like the owners of the world, in the middle of Mahican lands. Well, not exactly "their" land - indians didn't think that way. But it was nevertheless area in where white men weren't welcome - the French being perhaps the only exception. These however did not, despite their outlooks that were somewhat similar to those of French hunters of the North, belong to the mighty tribe of Great Chief Lujee. These men were intruders.
They had apparently noticed that lonely French warrior who had wandered back towards the battle scene, being now pretty far from the main group already. It was like he was searching something, but hadn't obviously noted the group of these weid, hairy white warriors that were preparing their muskets.
Ahagutama decided to just observe the situation for now, and remained motionless, quite perfectly hidden in the bush he was located. His men, all incredible experts in hiding just like he was were all around him, some in trees, some behind them, in high crass, in bushes. Adamantly calm, completely silent. Weapons ready.

OOC: Are they Mahicans or French your guys are looking at, or haven't you just decided that at all yet?

OCC:Havn't decided yet. It can be either; you can jump in if you want to.

(OOC: thanks for telling me instead of just leaving..yes, we have 2 interesting rps going on!)

IC:

Halona wanted to laugh at his comment about the men in the direction that he had pointed and him not calling them gentlemen, "You are?"
She flattly stated as she moved a bit closer to him, then sat upon the ground. She feared that if she were on his sleeping bag that he may try something with her, and she trusted no man so there she sat.

OOC: Your french kept up with horses over miles of terrian..i highly doubt it, therefore you shouldn't be over looking my camp and i still have time on hand...my troops will be returning to battalion HQ soon anyways to rearm and re-supply.

Lt.Col Crossley learned on a tree braced by his elbow,

"Yes, all officers in the kings army conduct themselves as gentleman..just because they are not recogized dosn't mean they are any less of a good man"

Sergent White Approched followed by an indian scout, most likely one of the Iroquois in the area...

"Sir! report.."

Crossley stood straight then replyed,

"Continue Sergent.."

The indian started speaking to the Colonel,

"Great redcoat, more white eyes seek you...the french will come and it will not be long"

Lt.Col Crossley looked at the indian who now looked at Halona,

"Truth is in these words you speak?" he asked..

The indian did not speak, his eyes shifted back to him but he did not answear the question. Crossley knew the natives did not like to be questioned, he looked at Sergent White,

"I want everyone on full alert...we will not be ambushed by the french or the natives.."

He looked back to Halona,

"Umm..so it seems we are being persued.."

(OOC: A message for Madnestan, my character Halona is on the run from her tribe. If you look in the OOC Thread you can find her bio and such. Perhaps she could be the daughter of your chief or if your character's personality doesn't go with Halona's father and what he did then you can ignore this post.
To read about Halona's bio in more detail, visit the OOC thread. To be very basic about my character's bio:
A warrior tried to rape Halona, she killed him however since this warrior was one of the best and a favorite of her father's he wanted to kill his daughter for killing the warrior and not giving in to what women are expected to do. In the middle of the night, she knocked out her father and ran away, she's been gone for a month now.
Any ideas? It doesn't have to be with the chief in your tribe, but perhaps someone else in your tribe?
I just thought it may create more drama...)

Halona didn't answer to William's comment, only placing her hands on her knees. She scanned the Indian man in front of her, gathering her bag closer to her which held her knife. Halona stayed silent, having nothing to say.

OOC: Sounds cool...drama's good, Crossley has no intention of harming Halona..he was brought up to respect women no matter their race..

The Indian man continued to stand there looking back at Halona, his eyes darted to Crossley who returned to the tree..

It seemed as if the indian was using signals to ask her if she was being harmed by the british officer....

(OOC: I figured that, but not Halona..figured that Will wouldn't harm her..but given her history and the fact that they're white...)

IC:

After noticing that the Indian kept looking at her, Halona finally looked up. Figuring out what he was trying to say to her, she pointed at William and then made a hand jestor that meant no.

OCC: What's going on, someone tell me! I'm so lost and alone!!

OOC: Reallydrunk, if your unit wasn't galloping, which I assume was the case since we're talking about a dense forest here, it is not impossible to follow them for some time if the footmen hurry. Atleast veteran scouts, like my indians, or irregular frontierists (like those Russians) are capable of doing that. Dunno about standard French infantry though...
Tarayshia, I don't think it would really fit into the picture of Chief Ahagutama I've drawn in my head. Perhaps she's from some Iroquois tribe, the enemies of Mahicans? Ahagutama could, should the situation allow, offer her place in the tribe, which would start a war between Mahicans and Iroquois. Or something.

OCC: What's going on, someone tell me! I'm so lost and alone!!
OOC: The girl Alan spoke to was kidnapped by the leader of the British cavalry, there was a skirmish between them and the French regulars - result was a draw. Now the Brits are back in their base, French secretly followed them, Mahicans secrectly followed the French, the Russians ran accidentally to the French. Mahican presence is still unknown to all.

OOC: Thats what im saying, i know the russians of the indians could follow but french infantry?Kulikovo..you could justt post a catch up..the british and the french faught, then the british retreated after taking Halona...you could re-surface following their trail..?

The indian gave slight nod then walked off following Sergent White. Crossley spoke to her,

"Do you know that man?"

He watched the indian scout dissapear with his sergent. Once and awhile random groups of warriors would surface and give the British reports, some remained loyal to the crown....

Halona nodded, "No, I do not know him, nor do I wish to; I trust no one."
She stood up pulling her bag up with her, "You have no reason to keep me here, are you going to let me go?"

(OOC: bump)

OCC: What's happening in the rp? What became of my character?

Alain rushed through the trees. He did not fight in the skirmish and saw the native woman be taken by the British. He's hot on their trail and is determined to find her 'I've seen too many natives killed' he thought as he ran through the brush, towards the British fort.

The private looked out and wondered if there were any natives in the area. Then he saw that didn't look right he called out in French. "Whose there? If you are natives my French." He held his musket ready to fire.

Jean saw the fur trapper again. He got to the ground and made his way to him. Jean grabbed him then pulled both of them behind a tree. Speaking in English. "You are now a prisoner of Philip V and the French army." Jean held a tomhawk up to his throat.

Halona nodded, "No, I do not know him, nor do I wish to; I trust no one."
She stood up pulling her bag up with her, "You have no reason to keep me here, are you going to let me go?"

Lt.Col Crossley replyed to her question,

"I am not simply going to release you into the wild, you will come with us back towards battaltion headquarters where my entire regiment awaits along with our field regulars...it is for your own good.."

Crossley knew she didn't know the man, he could tell by the way she said she didn't.

OOC: Sorry I'm a bit late. I'll start out with a bit of an introductory thing, then get involved in the stuff around Lake George...

btw, Reallydrunk, just so you know Britain is ruled by Queen Anne right now; you might not want to be referring to 'His Majesty' ;)

IC: Brigadier General David Baird was in a seething range. His aides quailed away from his undisguised fury, as the bearer of the bad news wilted in front of him, while miraculously managing to remain at attention.

"WHAT?" the General barked while he paced back and forth in front of the hapless Cavalry Captain who was his unfortunate messenger. "It's true, sir," he replied miserably.

"I can't believe it! I really can't! Do you know what our fine friends in the naval service are doing recently?" Baird jabbed his finger at the Captain's chest. "Have you heard the news? That damned Hornblower just captured Port Royal, and with it, all of Acadia. The Navy's defeating the Frogs right and left, and yet the great British army can't do so much as defend one bloody outpost?!"

"I only know what I saw, sir." the Captain replied, his head down. "The entire town destroyed, sir. The Army garrison was quartered in the church, but the Crapauds brought a galloper gun that reduced it to rubble. No doubt some of our men tried to surrender, sir, but the Indians must've made short work of that.

Other than that, sir, not much to report. The inhabitants were slaughtered, sir. None left alive."

"I don't need another bloody Deerfield!" Baird raged. Turning to an aide, he said, "I want every frontier post garrison doubled. We need the settlers trained as militia, and we need our Indian allies. Fast. Maybe the Iroquois can get out of their snug longhouses and do some fighting." the aides were glad. Baird's rage had subsided, and he was planning once again. "Hey, Captain, what's our furthest-out outpost in the northern area?" he snapped.

The man quickly replied, saying, "I believe it's near Lake George, sir. Under the command of a Lieutenant Colonel William Crossley of the Dragoons."

"He'll no doubt need some help," Baird mused. "Well, I suppose we could send them this new rifle unit- seems damned useless, a pet project of the Prince of Wales, but they might come in useful in the frontier skirmishing. Who's in command of that unit?"

An aide, responded. "A Captain Richard Sharpe, sir. He was promoted there after serving in India."

"Sharpe, eh? Worked himself up from the ranks, didn't he? He'll be a real soldier, unlike you blathering royal buffoons." Baird looked contemptuously at the immaculately kept uniform of the unhappy Cavalry Captain. "Well, it's done then. You, Captain, get out of my sight. Send Captain Sharpe and his Rifles to Lake George, maybe they'll prove useful."

OOC2: To be continued...

Lt.Col William Crossley's company prepared to move back to their outpost which was 10Km away. a fair number of his dragoon unit was stationed there along with 80 field regulars, the outpost was made of logs and was shaped like a square although it had star shaped points all around it.

The dragoons would travel soon...

Halona straightened up, "I do not need your help, you do not know what is good for me or not. You have no use for me."
Halona looked around, she knew it would be foolish for her to try and escape at this time. She didn't need the british or french;she had been fine on her own.

Crossley reponded to her calmly,

"There is no need to be hostille, you will thank me later miss Halona...i will not leave you out here to be eaten by animals or captured by the french or taken by enemy indians....i will not hear of it.."

He smirked,

"Don't try to run...it will do you no good, you will be brought back to my outpost, fed then released into British territory.."

Halona met William's eyes, "What is your plann with me? William, I have been on my own for a month, as you can see I'm alive and well."
She walked up to him extending her hand like she had seen her father do once to a whiteman, "Do we understand one another?"

William held his hand out and gripped hers, his eyes were locked with hers,

"Well Halona, you must be aware of the dangers that lie ahead...Fort George will be reinforced soon by many of my contrymen, it will very serious...."

He continued..

"I have given you fair warning miss, we shall provide you with food, some tea and somthing else you must promise to never let fall into the hands of a frenchman.."

Lt.Colonel Crossley reached into a saddle bag and withdrew a pistol,

"I will give you this when we leave...it is for YOUR protection, i will also teach you how to use it.."

"Why are you helping me? What do you want in return?"
Halona looked at the pistol, "I would never give anything to anyone."

Crossley looked concerned,

"You are defenceless? you have no one Halona! i am trying to help you survive, these days one needs assistance from friends..."

He put the pistol back in the saddle bag,

"You don't get this untill you leave, incase for some reason you decide to try somthing with it...remember we do not know eachother..so we must keep this simple.."

"I want nothing in return..only to increase your chances of survival, perhalps friendship.."

"I have a knife," Halona stated as she looked down, "I understand you."
Halona walked over a bit away from William, "You can sit down with me, you have my word as a friend that I will not try anything."

"I have a knife," Halona stated as she looked down, "I understand you."
Halona walked over a bit away from William, "You can sit down with me, you have my word as a friend that I will not try anything."

Colonel Crossley took his sabre off then sat down on the sleeping pack,

"Of course,"

He sat down and placed the sword beside him,

"Where will you go? what will you do?"

He seemed interested in the womans responce and patiently waited....

"I have a knife," Halona stated as she looked down, "I understand you."
Halona walked over a bit away from William, "You can sit down with me, you have my word as a friend that I will not try anything."

Colonel Crossley took his sabre off then sat down on the sleeping pack,

"Of course,"

He sat down and placed the sword beside him,

"Where will you go? what will you do?"

He seemed interested in the womans responce and patiently waited....

Halona thought as she sat unmoving, the native woman unsure of what to say.
"I will travel around," she began, "I'll make sure to stay out of the way. What are your planns for me if I were to stay?"

The Lt.Colonel replyed,

"We would return to the outpost where i would resupply and wait for reinforcements to arrive, things are going to heat up around here as i said before...many of my countrymen will come, an army for a matter of a fact.."

He looked towards the stars in the sky..

"I am only trying to help you, i would not want to come across you dead some where...it is horrible but could be possible...you would be safe with us for awhile, you coudl leave when you pleased..i am in command.."

The native woman thought a moment, "What do you want in return? Perhaps a night in my bed; for you whitemen decieve much; I have never met one that gave with out wanting something in return."
'Why should you be any different?'
Halona briefly lowered her head, shutting her dark eyes for a moment. Her own father most likely wanted her dead, and with luck she had not come across them in her travels. However, staying with the whites was also risky, Halona didn't trust them; and it was not just because they were white.

The native woman thought a moment, "What do you want in return? Perhaps a night in my bed; for you whitemen decieve much; I have never met one that gave with out wanting something in return."
'Why should you be any different?'
Halona briefly lowered her head, shutting her dark eyes for a moment. Her own father most likely wanted her dead, and with luck she had not come across them in her travels. However, staying with the whites was also risky, Halona didn't trust them; and it was not just because they were white.

Lt.Colonel Crossley cracked a smile briefly,

"Nothing like that Halona, simply on a friend level of course...us white men are not all the same, i know what you are thinking..."

He continued...

"You will be safe for as long as you stay with us.."

Lt.Colonel Crossley did not trust the natives very much but often tryed to reach out to them, Crossley found Halona mysterious....he was interested by the natives culture, they would not always be enemys and he knew they would eventully defeat the french and that would cause the indians to look for new allies...Crossley wanted to be the one to establish relations, it would look good on his part..

Halona laughed, "How do you whites say it, friends and then lovers? Or, friends can become lovers?"
She stopped, "Do you have a wife and family in England? Not that it stops you..."

(OOC: Bump)

Chief Ahagutama didn't really understand what was going on right in front of him, but it was amusing anyways. That Frenchman had attacked YET ANOTHER white man, apparently his tribe brother - that fellow was dressed exactly like the French hunters in the North. He managed to surprise that frontierist (sp?), which was quite exceptional achievement for a regular French Warrior. The hunter was running, though - running like the demons had been after him - which reduced his observation abilitity.
Again Ahagutama thought about whether he should do something, and again got the negative result. If, like it seemed, these were both French, there was no reason to step in. He also had to keep an eye on the other group, that of the hairy whites, that was still standing nearby. Stepping out would expose them to those men, whose attitude towards the Mahicans was still unknown. So, he did't move, and his men who were ordered to follow his example in this situation also remained perfectly hidden.

OOC: I thought these Dragoons were only temporarily this far North...? If they have a permanent base/outpost near the lake, it changes the situation quite radically - it's right in the middle of Mahican area.

Chief Ahagutama didn't really understand what was going on right in front of him, but it was amusing anyways. That Frenchman had attacked YET ANOTHER white man, apparently his tribe brother - that fellow was dressed exactly like the French hunters in the North. He managed to surprise that frontierist (sp?), which was quite exceptional achievement for a regular French Warrior. The hunter was running, though - running like the demons had been after him - which reduced his observation abilitity.
Again Ahagutama thought about whether he should do something, and again got the negative result. If, like it seemed, these were both French, there was no reason to step in. He also had to keep an eye on the other group, that of the hairy whites, that was still standing nearby. Stepping out would expose them to those men, whose attitude towards the Mahicans was still unknown. So, he did't move, and his men who were ordered to follow his example in this situation also remained perfectly hidden.

OOC: I thought these Dragoons were only temporarily this far North...? If they have a permanent base/outpost near the lake, it changes the situation quite radically - it's right in the middle of Mahican area.

OOC:My Dragoons have established an outpost that is going to be heavily reinforced soon. They have returned south where they will resupply and get replacements.

Crossley laughed,

"You know quite abit about my culture, and i would like to learn about yours.."

He paused then responded to her question,

"I am engaged to a woman by the name of Anne Sutherland, i have a father, a mother, two sisters and a brother who wait for me in england...but i fear my dutys will keep me here for some time.."

He smiled...

Halona cracked a bit of a smile, "I observe much through out my life, I know how you are. As for me, you don't want to know about me."

With that Crossley urged her on,

"Come now Miss Halona, where is your indian brave who will come and rescue you from us?

He smiled and repeated,

"Common...the ferice warriors sent out to look for you?..your mighty wise father...?"

Alain finally made his way to the fort. The garrison was inside. He breathed heavily from the run. He was determined not to let the native woman be killed by the British. He wondered how he was going to do it...

Halona gasped at the mention of her father, raising her hand in order to strike William.
'You'll be no better than they are.'
She thought before lowering her hand from striking out, "No one is looking for me, and if they are..."
She took a deep breath, "It will not be good if they find me. No wise father, no warrior."

OOC: We arn't in the fort right now, we have a camp set up....

Crossley frowned when he seen her hand rise then lower again,

"No warrior? no wise father...? Halona..where are your people..? which tribe did you come from..why will it not be good if they find you?"

OCC: Sorry, my bad. The rp's moved to fast for me

OCC: Sorry, my bad. The rp's moved to fast for me


OOC: It's ok, it has slowed down now and everything will be easier to understand....sorry

"It is better you don't know," Halona replied, "That way, if they capture you and start tourtorching you you can't say anything to give me away."

Lt.Colonel Crossley laughed briefly,

"Do not worry about my well being Halona, i am a british officer who is quite capible..also i have a very skilled good number of troops at my disposal"

He was puzzled by her responce, he knew she was in some kind of danger therefore he had to convince her to return to the outpost with him.

Alain surveyed the British camp. There were too many soldiers for him to go up against. Night was his best chance. The risk was high, they would kill him if he were caught. He hid in the forest and silently and patiently waited.

Halona sighed, "You seem like a nice person, I can't have someone get caught up in my problems."

Crossley grinned,

"I am a gentleman miss Halona, you are not the only one with problems..my opinion is mine are far greater.."

He laughed once more...

OOC: Im sure you could approach without getting shot at, after all you are only a trapper...Crossley listens to reason, i don't think it would be wise to try and sneak into a camp of Dragoons, a full company anyways...

OCC: True

Alain took a huge gamble. He would go to the camp now. The British wouldn't fire on a simple trapper...hopefully. he stood up and calmly walked out of the forest. He slung his rifle on his shoulder and walked in an unthreatening manner closer to the camp. A guard yelled for him to stop and he did so.
"What's your business?" the guard asked.
"Just passing through" Alain replied with a nervous smile.

Halona sighed, "I don't know why you care, I suspect you have your not good reasons for your interest in me, however I'll just tell you."
Halona sighed, her dark eyes searching around before finally landing on Crossley's face, "I'm on the run from my tribe for murdering one of my father's best warriors who tried to rape me. My father wanted to kill me, however in the dark of night I knocked him out and slipped away."
There was a pause before she said, "You know my story now, I'd like to know the truth from you."

Halona sighed, "I don't know why you care, I suspect you have your not good reasons for your interest in me, however I'll just tell you."
Halona sighed, her dark eyes searching around before finally landing on Crossley's face, "I'm on the run from my tribe for murdering one of my father's best warriors who tried to rape me. My father wanted to kill me, however in the dark of night I knocked him out and slipped away."
There was a pause before she said, "You know my story now, I'd like to know the truth from you."


Lt.Colonel Crossley sighed and said,

"That is a horrible story, i can't understand how men act the way they do..defiling women because they simply can't get them in an orderly way.."

He paused..

"I have seen many of your people die here Halona, many at my own hand..i have compassion and interest in this place..also i want to establish relations instead of kill everyone off, savages...it is not true, you are just as noble and just as proud as us..if not more,"

The dragoons all stood up and picked up their weapons watching the trapper stroll towards the camp,

"Incomming!" Yelled a guard

Sergent White came out of a small white tent that had been pitched and walked up to the man, he noticed he was french so he spoke it,

"What are you doing sir? state your buisness.."

Crossley stood up picking up his sword,

"Visitors..."

Alain kept his hands raised. "I'm just passing through. I heard gun shots a time ago and my curiosity got the better of me and I'd like to know what was happening. The damn shots scared off my prey" he said as the British approached him.

The girl said nothing as William talked, and when he had mentioned visitors she simpley nodded as the man stood up.

Sergent White nodded slowly,

"You are not a soldier?..." he asked...

Lt.Colonel Crossley made his way through the group of dragoons who had their pistols aimed at him,

"Make way, make way.." he grunted..

He stopped infront of the frenchman beside Sgt.White,

"I remember you sir, i seen you when those frenchman attacked us north of here... with the indian girl..have you been following us?"

Crossley gripped his sword tight, if he made any sudden movements he would be without a head....

Halona sat, watching as William walked off. She didn't know what else to do, she couldn't hear the conversation that was being had; nor could she see the visitors.

Halona sat, watching as William walked off. She didn't know what else to do, she couldn't hear the conversation that was being had; nor could she see the visitors.

OOC: She could watch...you could have her sneak up and listen...

After a few moments, Halona got tired of sitting around. Want to see what was happening, she stood up and with mother earth not making a sound under her feet she moved closer towards the men. Directing herself towards the trees on the outline of the camp, Halona moved behind a tree where she could finally see clearly what was happening.
There was the french man that had talked to her earlyer, she hadn't bothered to remember his name. The man called William stood talking to him. She could hear the voices clearly, and heard something about, "the indian girl," but she said nothing as she leaned against a tree.

Captain Richard Sharpe was not in a good mood. His scarred face, partly blocked by the slung rifle, was grim. His red trousers, taken from a dead French chasseur colonel in India, where caked with grime, and his huge brutish cavalry sword was slicked with rain. The green-jacketed riflemen marched stolidly behind him, while his huge Irish sergeant, Patrick Harper, gazed at a bird as they plodded along.

However, the physical discomfort was not what marred Sharpe's mood. After all, he reflected, this was far better than the garrison work in Boston his men had done recently- these were rifles, the best skirmishers in the world, and they deserved a fight. Still, what really galled Sharpe was his position- his Company was to join a Regiment of dragoons in the far north, to be put under the command of a bloody cavalry officer!

Like all infantry, Sharpe had no great love for the cavalry. They had never stormed through a breach, suffering shot and shell to capture an enemy citadel, and neither did they march onward towards a blazing enemy line, the sergeants shouting "close up!" as whole files of men were wiped into a bloody pulp by enemy field guns. No, the cavalry had it easy.

Still, Sharpe reflected, it could be worse. After all, his men were only on detached command of the cavalry, which meant for the most part he would have his own ability to rely on. Still, he did not fancy a cavalryman's dandy blathering if it came to a fight, as surely it would- after all, this was the northernmost outpost of Britain in North America, deep in Indian territory and quite close to the French.

Sharpe's company marched on, nearing the fort with every step...

(OOC: They're in a camp, not a fort..at least that's how I understand it I could be very wrong.)

OOC: The Lt.Col is in a camp right now 10km away from the fort, Captian Sharpe will arrive and Crossley will be there soon.....

OOC: Ok, good. Since this is a night march, expect the Company to arrive at the fort at daybreak. If Crossley isn't there, possibly a contingent of the riflemen will go out to meet him.

OOC: Ok, good. Since this is a night march, expect the Company to arrive at the fort at daybreak. If Crossley isn't there, possibly a contingent of the riflemen will go out to meet him.

OOC: Ok great, he is expecting relief...tell me when you near the fort so i can Rp them spotting you, a dispatch rider will be sent to the fort to tell them of Crossleys location anyways... They will know where to find him, There is a major at the fort now taking care of things.

There is a regiment of the queens light dragoons and 100 infantry field regulars.

"I was in the area during the French attack, but I am not with them" Alain replied with an air of caution "I am juts a trapper. My prey was scared off by the shooting"

Colonel Crossley replyed in perfect french with a decent accent,

"Ahh, i see..what is your name sir and where will go head after we conclude here?"

The dragoons scanned the woods for any sign of an attack, some mounted their horses just to be safe when given orders by Sergent White....

Alain straightened himself up and said with pride "I am Alain Massena. I was just following the herds of deer. But I've ost their trail, sir" he replied.

Reallydrunk']OOC: Ok great, he is expecting relief...tell me when you near the fort so i can Rp them spotting you, a dispatch rider will be sent to the fort to tell them of Crossleys location anyways... They will know where to find him, There is a major at the fort now taking care of things.

There is a regiment of the queens light dragoons and 100 infantry field regulars.
OOC: Good. You can assume they're near the fort now, I just RPed them on the night march, so they're probably near it now. It would be good if Crossley can get back though, I don't know if the Riflemen can march further when they've already marched the whole night.

OOC: He will be returning soon for sure,

Lt.Colonel Crossley looked him up and down thinking,'Arrogant frenchman..'

He continued to speak to the man,

"Well you may go about your buisness Mr.Alain Massena, this is not an interrogation...civilians are allowed to come and go as they please.."

Some of the dragoons did not like the way Crossley did things, they hated the french but Crossley was a fine commander and fair gentleman. He did his duty for the crown to the best of his ablilty, that did not include killing civilian trappers as the others would have prefered,

He looked closly at Alain...

"There is somthing else...?"

Alain was relieved and a bit cautious at the same time. He didn't know how he'd get the native woman out of there. He wasn't sure if she even wanted to. A million things rushed through his mind "What do you mean?" he asked, trying to stay calm, he couldn't afford to crack under pressure.

Crossley knew when people wanted to say somthing, it was almost like he got the drift of what people were thinking..

"You..have somthing else to say.." Crossley looked concerned...

He didn't feel Alain was a threat but figured he wanted to talk about a different matter,

"Are you wanting to tell me somthing? maybe a french position? ahaha" He joked..

Then his face became serious once more....

Alain forced out a sniker at the British officer's joke. His heart pounded. Then, he saw the native woman.
"What are you going to do with that native woman?" he inquired.

(OOC: I don't think anyone can see my character, she's behind a tree and it's dark out..she's on the outskirts of the camp.sortive. However, she is somewhat close enough to see and hear..but not to be spotted that easy.)

IC:
Halona continued listening, knowing that she could be spotted she inched back in to the shadows just in case.

OCC: Oh, then I guess Alain just knew that Halona was in the camp.

(OOC: ok that makes sence..lol)

OOC: Alain was actually attacked one of Canadstein's French regulars back there... but it seems like that has been ignored, and since it was quite godmoddish one I don't think that's a bad thing really.

Ahagutama had lead his group back to their base camp again, after leaving couple of scouts to keep an eye on the Long Knives with horses and the group of Hairy Warriors (OOC: The Russians) near the lake. In this camp there were some 100 warriors present ,located several kilometers South-East from the outpost of the Brits.
Mahicans weren't on warpath yet, but instead had their warriors scattered in their villages around the Hudson Valley. Ahagutama had only these most loyal and experienced men under his command now - some 130 men. The whole tribe could muster perhaps even as many as 8-850 men and almost equal number of muskets, but such move would not be taken as long as it was by any means avoidable.
Ahagutama was determined to use what he got here now, before taking his whole force with him. However the message they had just received from a village located further South had made him to wonder if he should call his men to arms right away - a great unit of Brits, dressed in green instead of red, though, was marching towards the fort those hated palefaces had built up few months ago.
It seemed like they were planning something big with all these warriors... Right in the middle of Mahican area.

He stood up, and his men instantly followed his example.

"Come." was all he said, turning to the forest.

"Ahu!" came the reply, and the whole camp, some 120 "wild" Mahican warriors in full warpaint followed him, in nearly perfect silence and order. They headed to the South-East, to meet the Green-Red Coats that were coming up the riverside before they'd reach the fort. To ambush them? To keep an eye on them? To negotiate?
Only Great Chief knew, but he saw no reason to tell it to hes men - they trusted him even if he didn't.

OCC:Christ, this moves fast. In response to Canadstein...

IC:Vlad hesitated as he heard a voice call out in French; he quickly motioned for his men to hide their weapons as he tried to think up a response. His response was in bad french, and his accent was terrible, but at least he could communicate with the French Private well enough.

"We are well-travled traders from the Empire of Russia who are passing through this area in hope of peddling our supplies! We were heading south, but we got curious at the sound of Gunfire!"

Vlad breather heavily. He hoped the French didn't come much closer, or they would see the axes and possibly the loaded guns of the Russians.

OOC: Madnestan, I was planning on them reaching the fort now, but if you want to RP a meeting/ambush or something then they can still be on the trail. Just be warned they do have a few Iroquois scouts and are trained skirmishers with rifles.

OOC: Madnestan, I was planning on them reaching the fort now, but if you want to RP a meeting/ambush or something then they can still be on the trail. Just be warned they do have a few Iroquois scouts and are trained skirmishers with rifles.
OOC: I had negotiations in mind this time. Me, and my character just as well, thought it would be better for him to have them outside of the fort in where he the whites have all the advantages and he can easily be taken hostage. If they're already in the fort, I'm fine with that too, naturally. But now it's the bedtime anyways, I'll check what have you decided tomorrow morning.

OOC: I had negotiations in mind this time. Me, and my character just as well, thought it would be better for him to have them outside of the fort in where he the whites have all the advantages and he can easily be taken hostage. If they're already in the fort, I'm fine with that too, naturally. But now it's the bedtime anyways, I'll check what have you decided tomorrow morning.
OOC: If you prefer outside the fort while on the march, that's fine. I'd like to get the company to the fort soon enough, but a short detour is fine.

OCC:Christ, this moves fast. In response to Canadstein...

IC:Vlad hesitated as he heard a voice call out in French; he quickly motioned for his men to hide their weapons as he tried to think up a response. His response was in bad french, and his accent was terrible, but at least he could communicate with the French Private well enough.

"We are well-travled traders from the Empire of Russia who are passing through this area in hope of peddling our supplies! We were heading south, but we got curious at the sound of Gunfire!"

Vlad breather heavily. He hoped the French didn't come much closer, or they would see the axes and possibly the loaded guns of the Russians.

The private was happy since it was not the British. He called out. "I'm part of a French platoon conducting raids into British territory."

Pierre had once been given the order to scout ahead. The French camp was not far away when he found the British camp. Looking threw at the camp he saw a native, the french trapper, and a lt.col. Also a sgt. Pierre got his musket. Then got underneath a fallen tree. He aimmed his musket. That sgt was going down. The trigger was pulled back and the musketball flew out. Pierre started to crawl away.

(OOC: Canadstein, please _NO godmodding the guy that you shot at could duck the fire.)

OOC: It wasn't a godmod. Pierre was thinking that Sgt. was going down. Sorry for not clarifying that.

(OOC: Ok, that's fine.)

(OOC: Bump)

Crossley responded,

"The native women is a friend of the British empire, she is fine where she is...."

The Lt.Colonel's face turned serious on the topic, A musket shot echoed through the air and everyone ducked...

"The french! they have followed us!!" Yelled Sgt.White , the musket shot went right oiver his head and struck a tree....

"To arms!! to arms!! yelled Crossley....

The french had followed them to this position, the trapper was not suspected of setting up an ambush, Lt.Col Crossley quickly retreated through his troops that prepared for battle,

"Halona! they come! we run!..the fort is only 10Km away!! now! we have no time! come!!"

Crossley handed her the pistol,

"Do not shoot me! i will be the one you will thank in the end! come!! now!!"

The dragoons sprung into action, Sgt.White lead them into action against the french,

"To horse!! attack at your own will!!"

The troops mounted their horses while four waited for Lt.Colonel Crossley to ready himself, the dragoons charged foward with drawn swords and pistols firing in the direction of the attack.....the smoke was visible where the attacker fired from and they made an all out effort to kill him..

Halona had darted out from behind her tree, her eyes scanning for the man called William. Seeing him, she grabbed the pistol as he had thrust it in to her hands.
Halona said nothing to his remark as William had said not to shoot him. She did as he instructed, she began to run, her long legs stretching out in front of her. The girl held her pistol and ran with her bag as she followed Crossley.
'Damn french.'
she thought as she continued running.

(OOC: bump)

OOC: Is this during the night

Pierre was crawling into a hollowed old tree. He waited hoping that the British just pasted by.

Jean stood up by the fire when the shot rang out.

"Men hide now."

The men ran into the forrest and hide themselfs.

"Don't shoot the British."

OOC: If you prefer outside the fort while on the march, that's fine. I'd like to get the company to the fort soon enough, but a short detour is fine.

Three Mahican warriors, in full warpaint and armed to the teeth, muskets pointed down though, stood right in the path of advancing British unit, showing no sign of fear or hesitation. They stood there, and to the first scout they saw - a young Mohawk Iroquois - they announced their reason for being here:

"Tell your white chief, the one whose slave you are, that Great Chief Ahagutama wis willing to talk with him. In the middle of that open square" - he gestured towards the rather wide treeless space behind them - "after half of hour. Both chiefs take only two men with them."

With this they simply turned and ran towards the treeline, other side of the open place. The clearing was rather big one, and a man standing in the middle of it would be quite safe from shots fired from the forest that surrounded it.

Crossley ran to his sleeping bag and gear, he quickly prepared himself for a fight,

"I should not get involved in this because i am the highest ranking officer this far north but i have changed my mind..we must stay and fight this out...it would be a waste of leadership if i was to catch a bullet....but i won't let my men get killed.."

Crossley climbed on his horse,

"I am only going to where i can see what is going on..if the enemy makes a push i will order a charge...if we are depleated Halona please take care of yourself..."

The Lt.Col rode into the field joining his troops, once the threat was over they would return to the fort immeaditly..they did not have very much ammo left and were in need of replacements.

Afew of the dragoons charged into the trees hoping to catch the shooter, Sergent White was outraged at the fact some one had shot at him and only missed slightly,

"We will kill these bastards! you almost got lucky you bastards!! burn in hell!!"

White moved his horse in circles, four dragoons who moved far ahead came back into veiw,

"It's like they are ghosts sergent! they shoot and hide...we cannot find them.."

Sgt.White shook his head,

"Look harder private!!" he shouted..

The four dragoons turned around and rode at a slow pace back into the forest, another six followed them close behind also slowly....

OOC: If you had intended Halona to escape now would be the time, but if you wanna ride it out and have her go back to the fortress that would be fine too. The fort is gonna be taking alot of shit and some point i would imagine, it'll be cool :)

Three Mahican warriors, in full warpaint and armed to the teeth, muskets pointed down though, stood right in the path of advancing British unit, showing no sign of fear or hesitation. They stood there, and to the first scout they saw - a young Mohawk Iroquois - they announced their reason for being here:

"Tell your white chief, the one whose slave you are, that Great Chief Ahagutama wis willing to talk with him. In the middle of that open square" - he gestured towards the rather wide treeless space behind them - "after half of hour. Both chiefs take only two men with them."

With this they simply turned and ran towards the treeline, other side of the open place. The clearing was rather big one, and a man standing in the middle of it would be quite safe from shots fired from the forest that surrounded it.
The young Mohawk padded along, on the lookout for any enemies to approach the column. He was one of only three Mohawk that had traveled with the Company; the other sixteen Indians were Tuscarora, pushed from their small territory in the center of the Iroquois Confederacy to seek a better life with the British.

Then abruptly he noticed the three Mahicans. Ordinarily, these would be enemies of the Iroquois, but the Mohawk held his fire for three reasons: He was severely outnumbered, he knew several Mahicans that had been taken in the Mourning Wars well, and they were so obviously visible that he doubted this was an ambush.

After the Mahicans spoke their piece, the Mohawk nodded and retreated to the advancing column, where he met the Captain. After a quick conference, Sharpe decided to go. He had had little contact with the non-Asian variety of Indians, and although these were technically enemies, the lines blurred more often in the North American wilderness than perhaps anywhere else.

Several minutes later the company was taking a well-deserved yet alert rest on the trail, while Captain Sharpe went forward. With him were his two most trusted officers. Lieutenant Robert Knowles, a young doctor's son from Nottinghamshire was not very experienced in battle, but a good swordsman and a loyal friend. However, his form was dwarfed by the massive bulk of Patrick Harper, a huge Irish sergeant and Sharpe's best friend despite their rank difference.

The three men advanced into the clearing, wary of what would happen next.

OOC: Would the clearing's sides be outside of rifle range too? The Company has one marksman who can hit well at 400 yards.

OOC: Well let's say it's 1000 years wide, from center to the treeline surrounding it. So that you can shoot and hit someone standing in the middle, but it has to be a lucky one and there's a risk of hitting one's own commander or some other poor fellow in there.

Seeing the three Long Knives emerge from the woods, slowly approaching the center of the clearing, Ahagutama nodded to his men who took a few steps forward in line, becoming visible to those on the other side of the open. They, about hundred men, stood right in front of the trees so that from the other side it looked like the whole forest was full of painted, armed Mahicans when in fact they formed a line only one man deep.
Great Chief waited for about a minute, then finally moving out of the shadows towards the Redcoats who were already almost in the midle of the clearing. Ahagutama had taken two of his Chosen Ones - a group of some 20 handpicked elite warriors he had always with him - scarred, harsh and mean-looking throat cutters armed with long knives, tomahawks and something quite rare - pistols captured from personally killed British officers. Both were quite big men, nothing extraordinary though. Ahagutama had preferred skill and experience over size and outlooks in this matter.

Indians covered quite slowly - atleast when compared to their usual speed of moving - the space between the treeline and the British group. When close enough, Great Chief Ahagutama raised his hand, and his bodyguards stopped. He took few more steps alone, standing some five yards from the Brits.

"Aquai (Greetings), White Chief" he said, pointing his words to the man in the middle, assuming him to be the leader.

Halona thought about escapping, she knew that the opertunity was there however she kept herself with the british. She knew in her mind, that she was safe for now, as safe as one could be in her situation; if she were to leave she could be captured by the french or worse by her people.

(OOC: I sortive don't know what to have Halona do, so if I've messed up on this post let me know..she's decided to stay with the british;however I'm not sure what should happen now so if I need to change anything let me know..thanks!)

ooc: Nevermind, I read the thread.

ic:
Captain O'Reilly heard gunshots. He was wearing the pants of an english uniform, bu tthe coat of a french. The rets of his men were in a variety, some in British, some French, and some in civilian dress. He quietly sent word for them to mount. There were 35 men, but only 28 horses. Some men doubled up. They quietly went rose into a field, and trotted to the side of the British fort, a good distance away. The seven men who had to ride with someone else dismounted, and crept up slowly, and quietly, to the side of the fort. The other men out of sights distance, but within hearing distance, kept silent. Patrick O'Reilly clutched his sabre, and made sure his pistol was there, ready to charge.
The seven men, seeing the British looking for the French, took aim, and fired. Quickly, the Captain ordered the rest of the men to charge. They did, and pulled their horses up, and also fired on the British. A few dismounted, and began firing with rifles.
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Meanhwile, letters inviting more men to join the brigad began arriving in Spanish and French lands, inviting any man to join. Letters were, of course, arriving in Eire as well.

(OOC: YOu may want to delete your post that is before the post you made..just to cut down on confusion)

(OOC: Waiting for replies...)

OCC: I don't know what to say.

OCC: I don't know what to say.

(OOC: Yeah, I think I'm waiting for Ns(reallydrunk) to reply..i think)

OOC: Well let's say it's 1000 years wide, from center to the treeline surrounding it. So that you can shoot and hit someone standing in the middle, but it has to be a lucky one and there's a risk of hitting one's own commander or some other poor fellow in there.

Seeing the three Long Knives emerge from the woods, slowly approaching the center of the clearing, Ahagutama nodded to his men who took a few steps forward in line, becoming visible to those on the other side of the open. They, about hundred men, stood right in front of the trees so that from the other side it looked like the whole forest was full of painted, armed Mahicans when in fact they formed a line only one man deep.
Great Chief waited for about a minute, then finally moving out of the shadows towards the Redcoats who were already almost in the midle of the clearing. Ahagutama had taken two of his Chosen Ones - a group of some 20 handpicked elite warriors he had always with him - scarred, harsh and mean-looking throat cutters armed with long knives, tomahawks and something quite rare - pistols captured from personally killed British officers. Both were quite big men, nothing extraordinary though. Ahagutama had preferred skill and experience over size and outlooks in this matter.

Indians covered quite slowly - atleast when compared to their usual speed of moving - the space between the treeline and the British group. When close enough, Great Chief Ahagutama raised his hand, and his bodyguards stopped. He took few more steps alone, standing some five yards from the Brits.

"Aquai (Greetings), White Chief" he said, pointing his words to the man in the middle, assuming him to be the leader.
Greetings, responded Sharpe. "I am Captain Richard Sharpe of Her Majesty's 95th Rifles, of the British Army. I have the honour to introduce Lieutenant robert Knowles and Sergeant Patrick Harper, also from my company.

I will get straight to the point- what is it you want?"

Sharpe's hard-bitten face surveyed the other side of the woods, seeing around 100 Indians. Behind him on the other side of the clearing were 78 Riflemen and 19 Indians, watching tensely at the encounter in the middle.

OOC: I just want to point out to everyone that rifles are VERY rare right now, and not used by very many. The French army doesn't use rifles at all, and the British only have a few experimental regiments. Rifles are very hard to find in the American wilderness, since they require a great deal of precision to craft.

(OOC: Bump)

"Why are you here, white chief? Why are the horsemen here? Why has the fort been built? These are Mahican lands. Is it really the warpath that you've chosen to step into? We wish no war now, but you, Long Knives, have came here, right in the middle of our forests, in great numbers. You leave us with little choice. I wanted to see you and ask this, so that if the war you're looking for now starts, when we start putting your warriors and settlers under knife and when hundreds of men die and squaws weep, I want you to remember that the choise was yours."

ooc: For reference, I am attacking the dragoons. Is the main army anywhere near them?

"Why are you here, white chief? Why are the horsemen here? Why has the fort been built? These are Mahican lands. Is it really the warpath that you've chosen to step into? We wish no war now, but you, Long Knives, have came here, right in the middle of our forests, in great numbers. You leave us with little choice. I wanted to see you and ask this, so that if the war you're looking for now starts, when we start putting your warriors and settlers under knife and when hundreds of men die and squaws weep, I want you to remember that the choise was yours."
"why are we here? We are here to fight the French- no more, no less. This fort, as I suspect it, is a provocation- the French shall attack it, and be beaten back.

We also wish no war with you. The conflict in Europe has spilled across the sea, but in doing so it has become unfortunately complicated and has drawn in many Indian tribes. We have no quarrel with you, we only wish to defeat the French. If you choose to ally with the French and aid them, then unfortunately you become our target as well.

Again, we have come to defeat the French, not in any animosity against you."

(OOC: Bump)

(OOC: bumping again...)

Crossley noticed the incomming charge, he hopped on his horse leaving most of his gear,

"Halona! we fall back! come...to the fort.."

Crossley hopped on his horse then dragge4d the indian woman on,

"To the fort! Company fall baaaaaaack!!"

OOC:Sorry for bein late just i had some shit today this week end

(OOC: Hey, I understand..life happens)

IC:

Halona gasped as Crossley got her onto his horse, she cluched the pistol in her hand, the string on her bag she wrapped around her neck. The bag held her knife, some clothes and some food that she picked on the way. Halona watched as the british men followed Crossley's orders, she not saying anything as her and William rode.

Pierre had gotten out of the log and started to go near the fighting. He saw the same sgt and the british forces. He aimmed for the sgt and fired his musket. Pierre looked at the attackers. Some of them looked to be French. In french he yelled. "Long live France." He reload and shot his musket at a private.

The Irishmen cheered like Banshee's as the British retreated. Captain O'Reilly jumped off the horse and grabbed the british commanders gear. He put it on his horse, hopped back on, and rode over to the French he saw. "Captain Patrick O'Reilly, Saint Bridgets Irish Brigade He continued the attack of the British. O'Reilly aimed his gun, and squeezed the trigger. It seemed he had hit a British soldier in the back. Anothe rman drew his sabre and sliced a man in the back, and then his neck. Other men collected the dead British horses for the men without one.

ooc: Yes, this is an ancestor of Pat Reily in the Safari thread.

"Sgt.Pierre. 3e Bataillon, Royal 22e Régiment. We operate from up North in commence raids into British hel area. My commanding officer is Lt.Jean Dumas. After this do you want to see him?" Pierre reload his musket and aimmed at a British private. He pulled the trigger and the soldier crumpled to the ground.

"why are we here? We are here to fight the French- no more, no less. This fort, as I suspect it, is a provocation- the French shall attack it, and be beaten back.

We also wish no war with you. The conflict in Europe has spilled across the sea, but in doing so it has become unfortunately complicated and has drawn in many Indian tribes. We have no quarrel with you, we only wish to defeat the French. If you choose to ally with the French and aid them, then unfortunately you become our target as well.

Again, we have come to defeat the French, not in any animosity against you."

Stone-faced Mahecan chief shook his head.

"Your words are as empty as I was afraid they would. The fort is in the middle of our land. If fighting the Bluecoats is all you're looking for, you can do it somewhere else. That is a bad excuse. No, I know why you have come to build the wooden camp. In the first day there is a fort, next day there is a chain of them, and in the third come the settlers. This is how you have taken the lands of our brothers and dozens of other tribes, times and times again."

He looked Sharpe in the eyes, and continued with a low, gloomy and most determined voice;

"For the first and alst time I ask you, white chief, will you burn the fort and leave our land with all the Redcoats in here, becoming our friend, or refuse and become our enemy? The French aren't much better than you, but they don't build on our lands. It is up to you to determine which one you want more - to keep that fort or fight the Mahicans".

Pierre had gotten out of the log and started to go near the fighting. He saw the same sgt and the british forces. He aimmed for the sgt and fired his musket. Pierre looked at the attackers. Some of them looked to be French. In french he yelled. "Long live France." He reload and shot his musket at a private. The private fell off and a pool of blood appeared.
OOC: For the 100th fucking time, STOP GODMODDING. You can say what your characters do, but you CAN NOT say what happens to characters of others. Please. Read the stickies or something. This is ridiculous.

OOC:WHo the hell are you?

OOC:WHo the hell are you?
OOC: My puppet, didn't notice I was logged in as it.

OOC: Sorry I fixed that.

The dragoons retreated full speed, they were being overwhelmed with enemy forces. Lt.Colonel Crossley and 10 of his dragoons rode hard towards the fort, the others had been caught up in the crossfire. The fighting dragoons dissapeared out of sight and Crossley said to Halona,

"Don't fear, they will not be able to catch us...i will come back and crush their petty attempt to push us out of this place..."

Crossley had forgotton most of his gear, he only had two pistols, his service redcoat, helmet and sabre. He looked behind him and it looked as if Sgt.White had not made it ither, this action had to be avenged...the british were not pushovers and it would not look that way.

OOC:Sorry for being away, im catching up.....annnd Caladonn do do my forces bump into you while you are chatting to this warrior?

Stone-faced Mahecan chief shook his head.

"Your words are as empty as I was afraid they would. The fort is in the middle of our land. If fighting the Bluecoats is all you're looking for, you can do it somewhere else. That is a bad excuse. No, I know why you have come to build the wooden camp. In the first day there is a fort, next day there is a chain of them, and in the third come the settlers. This is how you have taken the lands of our brothers and dozens of other tribes, times and times again."

He looked Sharpe in the eyes, and continued with a low, gloomy and most determined voice;

"For the first and last time I ask you, white chief, will you burn the fort and leave our land with all the Redcoats in here, becoming our friend, or refuse and become our enemy? The French aren't much better than you, but they don't build on our lands. It is up to you to determine which one you want more - to keep that fort or fight the Mahicans".
OOC: My guys are actually greenjackets, but if you're referring to the British in general then that's fine.

Reallydrunk, my men are a mile or two on the other side of the fort, but they'll hear the gunshots soon enough.

IC: "I see the wisdom and justice in your words," Sharpe replied. "When I was in India, there were some of my countrymen who treated the natives as nothing more than animals, to be trodden upon without a second glance. I did not feel that way, and I still do not. My wife was half Indian, before she passed away in Jamaica several years ago.

My point is, though you are very different then the inhabitants of India, I understand your plight to some degree. I cannot speak for the British crown, but I will tell you that you have my personal sympathy.

However, though I am no scholar, if you only look around you then you will see two things: First, that this war between the French and the British is being won by the British, at least in North America. Our fleet prevents the French from gaining reinforcements, while our soldiers come to fight daily. Second, that the Indians who have allied themselves with the British have not suffered- indeed, they have been rewarded, while those who aid the French are doomed to defeat.

You may be able to get more of a guarantee if you would be so kind as to travel with me to the Fort and speak with the officer there. Obviously you have my word as to safe conduct."

Suddenly, in the distance, several shots rang out. They were followed by more, and the faint cantering of horses. Sharpe tensed, and jumped up. "Excuse me, but I need your decision now, as it appears my comrades are under attack!" He turned to the Lieutenant. "Knowles, form the men. Rifles loaded, skirmish order, silence is the key. I'll be there in a moment."

The Lieutenant ran back to the riflemen while Sharpe waited hurriedly for the Mahican's reply.

Sgt.Pierre walked off to look at sgt's body. He wanted to make sure that he wasn't dying a slow death.

Answer to OOC1:With Bluejackets Ahagutama referrs to the warriors of French tribe, with Redcoats or Long Knives in Red to those of Britain.
OOC2: No, I will not. In fact I'm doing my very best to avoid that - mixing IC and OOC in my mind. In my opinion It's really bad RP'ing to start basing my characters actions on what I know but he by no means can. Ahagutama doesn't have the faintest clue of the thoughts or personality of Reallydrunk's Dragoon officer, and I would be godmodding if I played it like he had.

Ahagutama looked the officer in the eyes, and nodded.

"You speak well. I will follow you and your men with my warriors, to the fort, and see what is happening in there. Later I shall meet the commander of the wooden camp, but not in it. Mahican will not put his foot into white man's house."

With this he turned, and returned to the forest with his Chosen Ones. Once he had got there, the whole line of warriors turned on their heels and disappeared out of the sight of the Brits.

Halona still rode with William, not saying anything to William's comment. She did not fear much of anything, it was the distrust that held her back.

Answer to OOC1:With Bluejackets Ahagutama referrs to the warriors of French tribe, with Redcoats or Long Knives in Red to those of Britain.
OOC2: No, I will not. In fact I'm doing my very best to avoid that - mixing IC and OOC in my mind. In my opinion It's really bad RP'ing to start basing my characters actions on what I know but he by no means can. Ahagutama doesn't have the faintest clue of the thoughts or personality of Reallydrunk's Dragoon officer, and I would be godmodding if I played it like he had.

Ahagutama looked the officer in the eyes, and nodded.

"You speak well. I will follow you and your men with my warriors, to the fort, and see what is happening in there. Later I shall meet the commander of the wooden camp, but not in it. Mahican will not put his foot into white man's house."

With this he turned, and returned to the forest with his Chosen Ones. Once he had got there, the whole line of warriors turned on their heels and disappeared out of the sight of the Brits.
OOC: My apologies. I also deplore that sort of RPing- I only meant that as once you meet him, it may be possible to work out a solution, not that you should base your decision on meeting him on OOC information. It's been edited out. Actually, Sharpe has up to now had a very bad opinion of cavalry officers, as I've RPed. That won't change until he gets to know the Lt. Col.

IC: Sharpe nodded in return, accepting his reply, and then jogged away. His men formed into skirmish mode, and advanced at an energy-conserving run towards the fortress.

O'Reilly stopped his men, and ordered them to collect all equipment they could use. For once, everyman had a horse. O'Reilly stopped in front of Pierre. "Take me to your commander." The men were dressed, and ready, with new arms as well.

OOC: I'm waiting for NS Reallydrunk to come back and rp sgt.white.

(OOC: bump)

"Sgt.Pierre. 3e Bataillon, Royal 22e Régiment. We operate from up North in commence raids into British hel area. My commanding officer is Lt.Jean Dumas. After this do you want to see him?" Pierre reload his musket and aimmed at a British private. He pulled the trigger and the soldier crumpled to the ground.

The dragoons that hadn't retreated slowly fell back, some mounted and some on foot,

"Lines breaking!..fall back!"

Clouds of smoke filled the air, the cracks of gunfire echoed through the night sky, muzzle flashes light up the surroundings momentairly, blades being stabbed at the enemy shimmered..

Sgt.White stood in the middle of 3 dead frenchmen with a bloody sabre, once he noticed how badly the men were being depleated he started to move backwards then was struck by a bullet through the top of his shoulder,

"Err ahhh!" he moaned, then tripped over a dead dragoon crashing to the ground..

Halona still rode with William, not saying anything to William's comment. She did not fear much of anything, it was the distrust that held her back.


Crossley was riding very fast followed by some of his remaining men, the fort could only be about 5 miles from them now..there they would be able to hold, he hoped thier reinforcements had already arrived,

"Almost there Halona..almost there.."

He leaned into the horse...

The Riflemen slipped through the wilderness, nearing the fort with every passing moment. Up until now, they had moved quietly, but now they broke into a run, with the news from Sharpe, raning ahead, that the fort was only around a mile away. Sharpe hoped they were in time, for the gunshots were quickening and taking on more intensity...

Halona breathed as the wind wipped at her face, she trying to gather her bearings atop the horse. She hardly noticed when her body leaned in to William's from behind, her elbows holding the pistol on her lap as her hands laced with Williams as she rode with him. A very slow trust with William was building, for she figured that if he had wanted to harm her he would've done so back when they were alone; she trusted no one completely; however she reasoned that William may be a good man to have on her side for the most part.

OOC: I have to wait for som1 else to post...we should encounter the infantry soon..Caladonns ppl..

"Surrender or you shall be shot sgt!" Pierre pointed his musket at White's head. "Put your weapon down and you shall be treated with respect."

The men of the Saint Bridget's Brigade rode up, and blocked White's escape. Captain O'Reilly yelled, "Sergeant, you fucking english dog! How many Irishmen have you killed? You are complicent in the greatest act of treachery!" The Captain pulled his pistol and aimed it at White, "I should kill you right now!" He restrained himself and holstered it. Captain O'Reilly said to the French Sergeant, "As a commisioned officer in the Royal French Army, I order you to take this man alive. He needs to answer for his crimes."

Sgt.White winced in pain,

"Now who the bloody hell are you calling a dog! i think not sir!"

White sat up and threw his pistol at the bottom of Pierre's feet, he looked at the Irish Captain and grinned,

"You bloody Mick, kiss my english arse..i have commited no crimes, and i should be taken alive, im a prisoner of war..the only crime that will be commited here sir is when you squeeze that bloody trigger and show me no quarter.."

Four more english dragoons surrendered to the french, they all raised their hands while dropping to their knees,

"I surrender myself and my men to the French Captian.."

White smirked....

"Captain O'Reilly I have orders here my a major general giving the platoon my in, under Lt.Jean Dumas, to take any prisoners. You shall not have to deal with them. You can take the horses and any weapons you want, but don't touch the prisoners." Pierre picked up the pistol and put it on his belt. "Sgt. tell your men to get up and start marching. Also by the way can you tell me your name?" Pierre looked at Captain O'Reilly. "If they try to run shoot the."

"Captain O'Reilly I have orders here my a major general giving the platoon my in, under Lt.Jean Dumas, to take any prisoners. You shall not have to deal with them. You can take the horses and any weapons you want, but don't touch the prisoners." Pierre picked up the pistol and put it on his belt. "Sgt. tell your men to get up and start marching. Also by the way can you tell me your name?" Pierre looked at Captain O'Reilly. "If they try to run shoot the."


Sgt.White showed a look of relief on his face, sweat poured from his forehead, he brushed it off with his sleeve,

"Much Abliged Lt.Dumas, I am Sergent White, Jedd White of the queens light dragoons under the command of Lt.Colonel William Crossley"

He lifted up his arm so that his cavelry sabre came into complete veiw,

"And i think you will be wanting this aswell..."

He waited for a responce before he touched the sword....

The dragoons had been lined up and disarmed, they awaited their Sergents command....

The Captain ordered his men to surround the prisoners. "These men have surrendered to me. As of now, they are under my care. Furthermore, I do not take orders from you. Do not tell me who and who not to touch, or you shall find yourself marching with the prisoners, do ya understand me Sergeant?" He then said, "I may be Irish, and you may consider me lower than yourself, but your superiors do not. I am Captain Patrick O'Reilly, of the Saint Bridget's Brigade, as I said earlier." He turned to Sergeant White, "Don't look too happy, with that stupid smirk on your face. I was heading to that Frenhc camp anyway. You shall end up in the same place if this Sergeant here took you." Captain O'Reilly said, "Keep in mind, Sergeant, that without us, there is no way you could have taken all of these prisoners, and mostly likely, you would have been dead by now." Captain O'Reilly rode behind his men and shouted, "Sergeant, lead the way to your fort, and I will hand these men over to your commanders. Englishmen, any tricks and you shall be shot. If it were up to me, you would hang, not be shot, if you are decided to be executed. However, I am not like the barbaric english. I actually care about men's families. Now march!" The Irish brigade formed a semi-circle around the British prisoners, with Pierre in the front, and O'Reilly riding in the center of the semi-circle. Some men rode on the side of the semi circle as well, three behind, and two in the front.

Jean looked at Sgt.White. "You can keep the cavalry saber if it has any value to you. Other then that you can give it to us."

Pierre gave a salute to Lt.Dumas. Then Lt.Dumas returned the salute.

"You did good Pierre. With the help of Captain O'Reilly you captured five English soldiers. I will put in a promotion."

Lt. Dumas turned to Captain O'Reilly.

"I will talk to you later once we get back to the camp."

The sun was starting to set and they needed to get back to camp before camp. Walking over toward Sgt. White he got on his knee.

"Jedd do you or any of your men require medical attention before we leave?"

Captain O"Reilly looked offended. "Lieutenant, I believe it was vice-versa. It was when we charged that the British fled, not by one man."

"Captain O'Reilly I never said anything about a charge." Lt. Dumas said as he shook his head. "Anyways Captain we are here on a special mission while your men are here, but that is good. We know of a British fort nearby that might be good to attack."

"We charged the enemy is what I meant."Spat the Irishman. "He jumped off of his horse, and said to Lieutenant Dumas, "Where is this fort? I am betting that the dragoons back there were heading to it. However, we don't know how many men are there." O'Reilly ordered his men to keep their weapons trained of the Englishmen. He walked over to the Sergeant and asked, "Are there any other British units in the area? On your honor as an englishman, you had better answer me truthfully."

A sudden question fell from Halona's lips as they rode in silence until the woman spoke, "William, what will happen to me once we reach the fort?"
She gripped onto William Crossley's hands as they went over a bump, the girl looking down making sure her pistol was still on her lap.

OOC: It's unlikely that Sgt White would know of the despatch of Sharpe's riflemen.

On a more general note, this RP seems to be shaping up well... we have a potential encounter between the British and French, some tension between allies (On the French, and soon on the British sides) and some native activity.

IC: "Halt!" the word was whispered down to the ends of the line from Sharpe in the center. The riflemen crouched in the edge of the treeline, their jackets blending into the foliage.

"I don't want the enemy to know we're here, Robert, but it is imperative we reach the fort as soon as possible," said Sharpe to his Lieutenant. "Bring the men round to the front of the fort in skirmish order and hunker down, be ready for any enemies that appear. As soon as I give the signal, enter the fort."

Knowles nodded and the riflemen moved off to take positions on the other side of the fort.

A figure appeared out of the treeline, and walked toward the fort. The Captain looked up at the palisade and hailed a sentry whose bayonet glinted in the sun. "Hey! This is Captain Sharpe, of the 95th Rifles! Let me in!"

Sergent White stood up slowly kicking the sabre in it's scarbard towards Lt.Dumas, he tryed to ignore the Irish captian...

"It is your sir, i have no need for it now of course.."

He looked at the Irish and the Frenchman argue. He ordered his men to march and stopped when the Irishman asked him the question,

"When it comes to being an Englishman sir, you have no idea about the honor we have, two..yes there are many english units in the area...the fort will be reinforced with an entire Battalion"

He continued to smirk,

"Smirking is what i do sir, don't like it..you don't have to look"

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Crossley and the remaining dragoons spotted the fort on the horizon,

"There it is men! lets pick it up..only a little farther..."

The group galloped harder, they had traveled far and were exausted from the fighting and all the retreat, Crossley heard Halona's question and responded to the girl,

"You will be fine Halona, My Major that is there now..Major Munroe has two daughters around your age staying at the fort, you will get along!"

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The Fort ramparts:

A brittish sentry spotted the officer below and yelled somthing into the fort, the ramparts were soon covered with soldiers wearing redcoats,

"Open the gates!! reinforcements have arrived!! 95th rifles below!"

The fortress doors slid open slowly and a british major strolled out of the command building in the center of the compound, he awaited the officer in charge to present himself.

On the other side of the fort a sentry yelled,

"Dragoons! incomming!!"

"With all due respect William, just because the girls are around my age does not mean we will get along as you say."
She knew the women would be white, so an air of superiority was already over them; and she did not trust easy.

Mount Zeon in the 1700's had some holdings in the New World. In the colony of New Bethany, settlers from the nation of the Mount lived in peace, protected by a fort and defenses.

Damien, the governor of the colony, talked to one of his compatriots. ''I wonder if we will see any other people other than us, besides the polite tribesmen.'' the man said. ''I am sure we will. We will be polite and respectful to them if we see any.'' Damien replied. Damien wanted respect and politeness, not hostility and hatred.

He hoped that perhaps some other peoples will come and find New Bethany.

OOC-Is this a good entry post?

OOC: Uhh, places, unit types are historical...you could make a charactor and place them near Fort George of course...goto the OOC thread..

Reallydrunk']OOC: Uhh, places, unit types are historical...you could make a charactor and place them near Fort George of course...goto the OOC thread..

I will do so. Thanks for telling me about this.

OOC-I did thought Tarayshia would let me RP Mount Zeon in the 1700's but never mind.

With his family, Damien walked through the forests near Fort George. He wanted to find a nice place to settle down, somewhere peaceful and quiet. Damien came from Mount Zeon and wondered about this New World.

As he walked, he hoped that a good life could be made here. He thought of how his family could live here as well.

OOC-Is this a good entry post?

"With all due respect William, just because the girls are around my age does not mean we will get along as you say."
She knew the women would be white, so an air of superiority was already over them; and she did not trust easy.

Crossleys men slowed their pace and moved slowly towards the fortress, the gates were already open,

"Halona, i did mention i am in charge..therefore everyone here listens to me, you will be fine my dear...and i wouldn't be so quick to say that"

The dragoons stopped as they were cut off by troops filing into the fort,

"Wonderful, my reinforcements...95th i do believe.."

The dragoons straightened up in their saddles watching the infantry move, Crossley looked back at Halona,

"This has to be a formal entry, if you could mount that privates horse please?"

The man he pointed to dismounted...

OOC: Mount Zenon there are afew familys living in the fort, your welcome to stay....just try to stick to the time era and such..

Reallydrunk']Crossleys men slowed their pace and moved slowly towards the fortress, the gates were already open,

"Halona, i did mention i am in charge..therefore everyone here listens to me, you will be fine my dear...and i wouldn't be so quick to say that"

The dragoons stopped as they were cut off by troops filing into the fort,

"Wonderful, my reinforcements...95th i do believe.."

The dragoons straightened up in their saddles watching the infantry move, Crossley looked back at Halona,

"This has to be a formal entry, if you could mount that privates horse please?"

The man he pointed to dismounted...

OOC: Mount Zenon there are afew familys living in the fort, your welcome to stay....just try to stick to the time era and such..

OOC-That would be ok, I suppose. I will try to stick to the time era.

OOC: Ok great, which ever you desire...

OOC-Should I have my family come to the fort? What should I do?

Halona said nothing as Crossley spoke to her, and when he asked her to dismount she gave a brief nod and did so. She carried her pistol and bag over towards the other man's horse, a man she didn't know and she climbed on his horse. She held the gun close to her, seeing the many british around her.

OOC-Should I have my family come to the fort? What should I do?


OOC: Try to keep the OOC's in the OOC thread, uhh, they can already be there...it's kinda hectic in there right now..troops arriving..troops comming back from patrol...so they can observe,

Damien and his family noticed the fort. Damien decided to go to it and ask if they could stay there. He went to the front gate and saw some guards. Damien went up and spoke in his Zeonic tongue ''Greetings. May we have entrance to this fort?'' He wanted to know if his family could stay in the fort.

OOC-Is this good?

Reallydrunk']OOC: Try to keep the OOC's in the OOC thread, uhh, they can already be there...it's kinda hectic in there right now..troops arriving..troops comming back from patrol...so they can observe,

I will remember this. Sorry.

OOC-Should I have my family come to the fort? What should I do?

(OOC: You could have Damian come out and see the renforcements..the family in the fort can pop up when the others arive more propperly inside the fort.)

(OOC: You could have Damian come out and see the renforcements..the family in the fort can pop up when the others arive more propperly inside the fort.)

This sounds good. I will consider it as I have posted Damien talking to the guards.

Crossley helped her down of course then mounted his horse once again, the dragoon helped her on his own,

"Ere you go miz'" he said with a strong accent...

The Lt.Colonel gave her a reassuring glance with a grin and continued to inspect the soldiers going into his fort, he thought back to the last attack where he lost sergent White, 'I know the bugger must have made it..', he shook his head trying to concentrait on what was happening..

OOC: Well..untill Caladonn posts we are pretty much stuck, Crossley and Halona that is...

(OOC: You could have Damian come out and see the renforcements..the family in the fort can pop up when the others arive more propperly inside the fort.)

How could I do this again? Can you help me out, Tarayshia?

Damien greeted the guards again, saying ''My family is looking for a place to stay. Does this fort have anywhere we can stay?'' Damien hoped it did, he did not want to keep looking, his family needed rest.

Damien greeted the guards again, saying ''My family is looking for a place to stay. Does this fort have anywhere we can stay?'' Damien hoped it did, he did not want to keep looking, his family needed rest.

One of the redcoated sentys outside the gate leaned on his musket, he replyed to the man who stood before him with a family,

"Oi, your family is welcome inside..your settlers from where may i ask sir?"

Crossley watched the troops file through and noticed the civilians that appeared at his gates..

Reallydrunk']One of the redcoated sentys outside the gate leaned on his musket, he replyed to the man who stood before him with a family,

"Oi, your family is welcome inside..your settlers from where may i ask sir?"

Crossley watched the troops file through and noticed the civilians that appeared at his gates..

''We thank you for letting us inside. We are from Mount Zeon, a nation you may have not heard of.'' Damien said. As they entered, they began to unpack and Damien helped his family out. Damien admired the fort and its people.

OOC-I do want to have the family from Mount Zeon if possible.

OOC-I have to go now. I'll try to get online again, just reply to my post (s) and I'll try to reply back.

''We thank you for letting us inside. We are from Mount Zeon, a nation you may have not heard of.'' Damien said. As they entered, they began to unpack and Damien helped his family out. Damien admired the fort and its people.

OOC-I do want to have the family from Mount Zeon if possible.

OOC: Im cool with it...there are lots of places ppl don't know about yet..it's the 1770's...

The guard nodded but had a puzzled expression on his face,

"Alright mate, go on now..through here.."

The sentry lead them into the parade square where the reinforcements were assembling. He took them to civilian quarters and informed them they may unpack, they would be visited by a doctor who would give them a cheak up.

Food was also brought by two civilian cooks, they gave it to them and went about their buisness allowing them to settle.

(OOC: Ns:(reallydrunk) can you send me a telegram? I've just come up with an idea..however when I tried to click on your homepage link..it said it was your nation the link kept taking me back to my nation. Do you have a nation on nationstates.net?)

IC:

Halona noded politely, then gripped her gun as she saw another man come close to the gates, and then she relaxed as she seen the man have a family with him. The young woman watched, and yet said nothing...

OOC: Will do of course....do you have Msn? i will send you that aswell..

(OOC: Yes, I have msn..in my profile it's listed.)

(OOC: Yes, I have msn..in my profile it's listed.)


Got it, i sent tele and added....im off i'll reply tomorrow..g'night

Reallydrunk']Sergent White stood up slowly kicking the sabre in it's scarbard towards Lt.Dumas, he tryed to ignore the Irish captian...

"It is your sir, i have no need for it now of course.."

He looked at the Irish and the Frenchman argue. He ordered his men to march and stopped when the Irishman asked him the question,

"When it comes to being an Englishman sir, you have no idea about the honor we have, two..yes there are many english units in the area...the fort will be reinforced with an entire Battalion"

He continued to smirk,

"Smirking is what i do sir, don't like it..you don't have to look"

Lt. Dumas looked at O'Reilly.

"This prisoners are under my command now. You will just follow us."

Lt. Dumas picked up Jedd's scarbard and gave it to Pierre.

"You can have this."

Lt. Dumas bent down on one knee and looked at Sgt.White. He noticed the bullet wound.

"You are a fine soldier Sgt.White. I ask again do any of your soldiers require medical attention when we get back to the camp?"

OOC: Wow, a lot has been happening...

I should probably clarify- Captain Sharpe heard the gunshots and sent most of his men to the side of the fort from which you're returning. He doesn't know that the French have retreated, and the riflemen are supposed to cover your retreat. I originally planned for only Sharpe to be entering the fort, but since you posted about other riflemen with him I'll say that a platoon have come with him to the fort.

I'll try to respond to this stuff in order...

IC: Sharpe nodded at the sentry, and began to enter the fort with the platoon when the gates were opened. He saw a major inside the fort, and offered a greeting. "Hello, sir. I am Captain Sharpe, of the 95th Rifles. I have come with a company to reinforce this position, by order of Brigadier General Baird. Do you have any information regarding the recent musket shots?"

While he was waiting for a reply from the Major, his men paraded in the courtyard.

Suddenly there was a galloping of hooves, and more men entered the courtyard. A cavalry Lt. Colonel, with many dragoons and several wounded, spurred into the courtyard. Inexplicably, he was accompanied by an Indian woman.

Sharpe turned to the Dragoon officer, saying, "Greetings, sir. As I informed your major, I'm Captain Sharpe of the 95th Rifles, come from Boston with a Company to reinforce you. May I ask, what were those musket shots? I've sent the bulk of my company to the foliage on the other side of the fort to cover any advance the French may make."

Sharpe noticed several of his men were gawking at the Indian woman. He shouted, "Attention! Eyes front!" and they returned to parade. He turned back to the Indian, saying, "My apologies, ma'am. These men are the recruited from the gutters of London, thieves and cutthroats all of them, but they are the best damned soldiers in the world, if you'll pardon my expression." He bowed stiffly.

Major Munroe saluted him and replyed,

"Welcome to the fort Captian Sharpe, i am Major Munroe second in command here..Lt.Colonel Crossley is in the field.."

He paused when the dragoons came riding through the open doors, Major Munroe came to attention and barked out an order,

"Attention!"...

All the redcoats joined Sharpe's men standing at attention all over the fort. The dragoons rode in carrying their banners with Crossley in the lead, he scanned over the rifleman who had just arrived. He got off his horse and strolled over the the major and the captian then saluted them both,

"Ahh, you must be our reinforcements Captian...welcome to the front!, i am Lt.Colonel Crossley of the queens light dragoons..is there any word from General Baird?""

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Sgt.White shook his head slowly,

"I am fine and so are they Lt.Dumas, we will manage.."

The proud englishman stood with his right hand holding his left arm,

"Things will really heat up around here LT., this frontieer is in for alot of action.."

OOC: He lied about the batalion of course, just wanted to scare the enemy.

"Thank you for the welcome, sir," Sharpe replied. "General Baird sends word that he suspects that the French will attempt to take this fortress, as it is our most northerly outpost. He doubts the troops we have here will be enough to vanquish such an assault, and therefore he provided me with this."

Sharpe opened his pack. Inside was a small cage, with a pigeon inside. "This homing pigeon has been trained to fly to Baird's headquarters at Albany. From there, he can alert the garrison at fort Ticonderoga via semaphore, and they can send an army northwards to relieve us.

Until that time, though, sir, we are on our own. I have brought ninety-eight men, seventy-nine riflemen and nineteen Iroquois scouts, as well as three six-pounder galloper guns. We will endeavor to shore up the fort's defenses."

Halona's eyes glared at the men that were surveying her, and when the man had spoken to her she turned her cold gaze onto him.
"I believe you when you say they were from the gutters of London," she said as she tucked a piece of raven like hair behind her ear and smirked.

"Thank you for the welcome, sir," Sharpe replied. "General Baird sends word that he suspects that the French will attempt to take this fortress, as it is our most northerly outpost. He doubts the troops we have here will be enough to vanquish such an assault, and therefore he provided me with this."

Sharpe opened his pack. Inside was a small cage, with a pigeon inside. "This homing pigeon has been trained to fly to Baird's headquarters at Albany. From there, he can alert the garrison at fort Ticonderoga via semaphore, and they can send an army northwards to relieve us.

Until that time, though, sir, we are on our own. I have brought ninety-eight men, seventy-nine riflemen and nineteen Iroquois scouts, as well as three six-pounder galloper guns. We will endeavor to shore up the fort's defenses."

Major Munroe and Lt.Colonel Crossley looked at the pigeon and they were impressed,

"Very well Captian, we have civilians here, Our garrison here stands at 112 dragoons and 100 field regulars, and artillary crew..i lost nine men today, we were ambushed twice...cost me a very talented Lt. and a fine Sergent.."

Lt.Colonel Crossley continued,

"We have garrison cannons on each of the four points of the fort, we have six field cannons, four motors, and three howitzers..."

Crossley waited for the captians responce then glanced at Halona...

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Stats:

Cannons: Maximum Range - 2,000 yds (1.2 miles)
Effective Range - 1,000 yds (.6 miles)


Mortars: Maximum Range - 1,400 yds (.8 miles)
Effective Range - 750 yds (.4 miles)


Howitzers: Maximum Range - 1,300 yds (.8 miles)
Effective Range - 750 yds (.4 miles)

Just for referance....

"Lieutenant, do not talk back to me, ya here? Yer superiors have commissioned be in a higher place than ya, and you shall not disrespect me. Do not tell me what to do, and whose command what is under." He then turned and said to Sergeant White, "Sergeant, as for you, you shall stop smirking, or I shall show you what I do." He nodded to a man, who jumped down, and grabbed White by the shirt, then tossed him to the ground. The Irishmen aimed their weapons at all the prisoners, while the man got back on his horse. "Do not try me, Sergeant."

"Lieutenant, do not talk back to me, ya here? Yer superiors have commissioned be in a higher place than ya, and you shall not disrespect me. Do not tell me what to do, and whose command what is under." He then turned and said to Sergeant White, "Sergeant, as for you, you shall stop smirking, or I shall show you what I do." He nodded to a man, who jumped down, and grabbed White by the shirt, then tossed him to the ground. The Irishmen aimed their weapons at all the prisoners, while the man got back on his horse. "Do not try me, Sergeant."

White crashed to the ground and his men started to move towards the irishmen,

"No! they will shoot! stop!"

Sgt.White sat up and looked up at the irishman,

"Yes sir, i think we have an understanding..."

White dusted off his redcoat and slowly got back to his feet...

"O'Reilly!!!" Lt.Dumas saw as O'Reilly. "You will stop. These British are prisoners of France not you. These prisoner will not be shot unless they are trying to escape." Lt.Dumas lead O'Reilly far away so no one could hear him. "Captain O'Reilly I'm the one that outranks you. I'm a Lieutenant Colonel, but a Lieutenant in the militia. So if you do that again I will have you hanged." Lt.Dumas walked back to the main group. "Sgt.White I want you to follow Sgt.Pierre back to the camp. If any of your men try to run they will be shot without mercy." Sgt.Pierre was already walking away. Soon Lt.Dumas followed.

Captain O'reilly saiud, "You came acrpss as a Lieutenant, so I addressed you as one." A grin came across his face, "No need for yelling at what I did not know. You were obviously acting in the capacity as a Lieutenant. Why the two positions, anyway?" He nodded, and his men blocked the frenchmen's path. They looked angry at them for trying to steal their glory. They could not have gotten the prisoners without them. "This man, Sergeant Pierre, attempted to give me orders. That has gone unpunished, and my acts shall as well. Threatening to hang me will not do any good. I have more men arriving from Spain's territories, from France, and of course, from Ireland. I am certain to get a promnotion when that happens. As of jow, you have just managed to get 35 Irishmen angry. I trust, you will not have me punished? Lieutenant Dumas?" The Men blocking his path fingered their weapons, and waited. One opf them sneered, "Eh, Dumas, maybe if you were oppressed by the English you'd understand!"

"It fine Captain O'Reilly. I have two ranks because right now I'm in charge of volunteer forces from up North. So I stuck to my militia rank to command the mixed volunteer and regular forces. Also I will put in a good word to the French government for your big help on capturing these prisoners. Without you we could have not done it. Sgt. Pierre will not be punished since he is at his own free will. He can leave whenever he wants. You will not be punished O'Reilly. I just don't want the prisoners to be hurt unless they fight back or run away." Lt.Dumas said. He listen to the talk afterward. "How would you like your whole family burned alive by the British in front of your face for doing nothing? I have seen what the English have done. So we must join forces to fight them."

Reallydrunk']OOC: Im cool with it...there are lots of places ppl don't know about yet..it's the 1770's...

The guard nodded but had a puzzled expression on his face,

"Alright mate, go on now..through here.."

The sentry lead them into the parade square where the reinforcements were assembling. He took them to civilian quarters and informed them they may unpack, they would be visited by a doctor who would give them a cheak up.

Food was also brought by two civilian cooks, they gave it to them and went about their buisness allowing them to settle.

Damien thanked the guard and continued on. Damien and his family wore Zeonic robes and other attire. Damien and his family (I'll introduce them soon) unpacked and accepted being checked up by a doctor. As his family ate, Damien went to one of the officals and asked ''May me and my family recieve a house to live in here?''

Damien hoped the fort would be a nice place to live.

The man yelled again, "Then we are equal! They slaughtered my whole family as well for daring to speak out." Captain O'Reilly's eyes watered, as he had seen family killed as well. "Let's go." he murmered. He ordered his men to make way. They did, and formed two lines, with O'Reilly in between, ad the prisoners and Frenchmen in front of him.
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When they arrived at the French camp, O'Reilly let his men relax, and also alternating guard duty. He began speaking with Lieutenant Dumas. "Lieutenant, we must avenge our families, and our men's families. We must be swift. Here is my plan. Some of my men will torch the fort. Whe the people inside flee, your men open fire. When then begin to counter attack, my men will sweep in from behind, and crush them. We call for surrender, and threaten to kill the prisoners if they do not."

Sgt. Pierre put the prisoner in a circle and always guarded by two men. He looked at Jedd. "Do you or any of your men want anything to eat?"

Lt.Dumas like the way O'Reilly though. "Good idea, but this must happen tommorrow night since your men seem tired. Tommorrow I will sent men out to attack any patrols then that night we will attack."

Sgt. Pierre put the prisoner in a circle and always guarded by two men. He looked at Jedd. "Do you or any of your men want anything to eat?"

Lt.Dumas like the way O'Reilly though. "Good idea, but this must happen tommorrow night since your men seem tired. Tommorrow I will sent men out to attack any patrols then that night we will attack."

Sgt.White looked at the Frenchman and replyed,

"If you have food to spare, my men before my self Sergent...i heard your officer arguing with that Mick, we all have suffered loss..we all know the meaning of pain..."

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The Fort:

Damiens family would be provided with provisions and be given a simple room inside the fortress untill territory could be civilized. Damien was asked if he would consider joining the Militia in return for the kindness showed to him, the decision was left to him.

OOC: It would be impossible to torch my fort because it rests in a cleaing on a hill and has a few connecting trenches, therefore any man comming with a torch in the night would be spotted and shot. He would pretty much have a target painted on his forehead with a burining torch anyways...i think you are going to be faced with a siege gentleman.

Lt.Colonel Crossley is waiting and expects attack, he is fully aware they will attempt to take his outpost from him..but it is unfortunate it will not be easy for you.

ooc: Ok, thanks for the info. I will probably still attempt it, but abort after seeing how the fort is. However, with the torches, you would probably have spotted us by then.
ic:
Within a few days, men from Ireland, France, and Spain would be arriving at a french fort further south, as part of the Saint Bridgets Bridage. A number around 75-120 are expected.

Halona waited for farther instructions from William, since he was the only alie that she had in this fort thus far. She sat atop the horse, cocking the gun and waited.

Sgt.Pierre nodded and came back later with some bread and some rabbit meat.

"Here you go Sgt.White."

Lt.Colonel Crossley dismissed Captian Sharpe and his men after briefing the officers, they had traveled far and deserved rest for the days ahead would surely be hard on everyone inside and outside the walls.

Crossley dismissed his troops and retreated to his quarters where he arranged that Halona be brought to him. He sat in the corner of the candle light room,

"Come in Halona"

He sat there wearing a black vest with gold trim and a white long sleeved shirt under it....

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French Camp:

Sergent White accepted the food and sat there looking at Pierre,

"Some day i will return to england, to my wife and two childern..will i be permitted to have a pencil and paper?"