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"I'm sorry Crossley. I would give your men back for mine if I didn't have the orders to hold them. Also it was General Montcalm. Yes I want him shot. He could start a more bloodly war from happening. I will have to see this myself." Lt.Dumas stood up and followed Major Munroe. He saw O'Reilly being taken out of the stockade. Pierre must of been in there too. Looking at O'Reilly he showed no emotion.

Colonel Crossley replyed to Lt.Dumas,

"I understand Lt, i would return your men if i was able to do so aswell..."

The sun shone brightly in the parade square, six recoats marched out in ranks of three with two drummers at the side in the front, a slow beat echoed through the air. Colonel Crossley stopped Major Munroe from taking up the officers position taking it himself he bellowed out an order,

"Sqaud! HALT!"

Two soldiers pushed O'Reily up against a wall on the right side of the fort,

"Squad! Right face!"

He drew his sabre, the sun bounced off the shiney blade..

"Make ready!"

The hammers clicked back..

"Take aim!"

The drums let off a faster paced beat and everything went quiet, soldiers stopped what they were doing and stood there quietly...

Colonel Crossley looked into the mans eyes, he gripped harder on his sword handle and slowly raised it in the air..

OOC: I think we should wait for Cherry...

Lt.Dumas toward Captain O'Reilly. Then he saw the six men redcoats march out. The beat grew faster and faster. Soon O'Reilly would be dead and his body stripped by the natives. Lt.Dumas showed no emotion on his face. O'Reilly had cause this to himself.

Reallydrunk']
"Mr.Nomara we are quite capible of handing our own matters sir, with no disrespect of course...if it comes to it we will find a way to contact you, i would imagine you will not be that hard to reach? what are your intentions here if i may inquire?"

"My intentions are to consider the offers I have had from yourself and Colonel Orlean. I may at some point have to discuss matters with my captains, before I finally commit myself.
At that point I shall inform both of you of my decision, giving sufficient grace period to withdraw from one anothers' range."

"My intentions are to consider the offers I have had from yourself and Colonel Orlean. I may at some point have to discuss matters with my captains, before I finally commit myself.
At that point I shall inform both of you of my decision, giving sufficient grace period to withdraw from one anothers' range."

Colonel Crossley nodded and replyed,

"Of course Commander Nomara, you shall leave my fort remaining under the white flag on which you have approached.."

OOC: Everyones outside now getting ready for the execution, we'll see what Cherry has to say about it...His imput is important to the fate of O'Reily...

Colonel orlean rushed in betweent he firing squad and O'Reilly. "Dumas! You are a lair! All the prisoenrs are there. You did not inform me of ANYTHING! Colonel Crossley, I demand this liar to be arrested. The six French men and officers came over to Croesley as well. The officers agreed, "Dumas is a lair!" The officers approached Dumas, and waimed their weapons at him. "Lieutenant Dumas, you are under a arrest for Trason agaisnt the French crown."
O'Reilly looked, and said, "Aye, that son of a bitch said he'd get me killed. I killed no man." Colonel Orlean looked at him and said, "Your jsut as bad for abusing them, but by no means are a murderer. You had better not even think about opening your mouth, or I will have you arrested."

Colonel orlean rushed in betweent he firing squad and O'Reilly. "Dumas! You are a lair! All the prisoenrs are there. You did not inform me of ANYTHING! Colonel Crossley, I demand this liar to be arrested. The six French men and officers came over to Croesley as well. The officers agreed, "Dumas is a lair!" The officers approached Dumas, and waimed their weapons at him. "Lieutenant Dumas, you are under a arrest for Trason agaisnt the French crown."
O'Reilly looked, and said, "Aye, that son of a bitch said he'd get me killed. I killed no man." Colonel Orlean looked at him and said, "Your jsut as bad for abusing them, but by no means are a murderer. You had better not even think about opening your mouth, or I will have you arrested."

The British Firing squad continued to aim at their target, then Colonel Crossley bellowed a command,

"Squad! as you were!"

The firing squad lowered their weapons and stood there at attention, Colonel Crossley turned around to face Colonel Orlean,

"Sorry Colonel for this misunderstanding, it will be resolved immeaditly.."

"Squad! about...TURN!"

The British troops turned to face Lt.Dumas...

Colonel Crossley was confused by the situation but let the French argue between one another, it seemed there was tention between the two commanders...

Colonel Orlean shouted to his officers to block Dumas' escape. The did, swords and pistols drawn. Six french soldiers stood tensely. Orlean yelled, "Soldiers, take aim! Do not fire though. Lieutenant Colonel Dumas, I say again, you are under arrest for treason agaist the French crown, and attempted murder of an officer. How dare you lie to Colonel Corssley, and myself. Throw your weapons to the ground." If he aimed any of his weapons, or ran, the soldiers would open fire.

Not wishing to intrude, Nomara merely made his continued presence clear by stalking across to his men, having a quiet word with his Sergeant, and stalking back.

Colonel orlean rushed in betweent he firing squad and O'Reilly. "Dumas! You are a lair! All the prisoenrs are there. You did not inform me of ANYTHING! Colonel Crossley, I demand this liar to be arrested. The six French men and officers came over to Croesley as well. The officers agreed, "Dumas is a lair!" The officers approached Dumas, and waimed their weapons at him. "Lieutenant Dumas, you are under a arrest for Trason agaisnt the French crown."
O'Reilly looked, and said, "Aye, that son of a bitch said he'd get me killed. I killed no man." Colonel Orlean looked at him and said, "Your jsut as bad for abusing them, but by no means are a murderer. You had better not even think about opening your mouth, or I will have you arrested."

"Calm down Colonel. I did not inform you because I knew you wouldn't believe. Before you came Mister O'Reilly did kill a British soldier without giving any mercy or quarter. If you want to cause a incident then go head and tell your men to fire their guns. It will be your commission and your soldiers that will pay the price." Lt.Dumas stated. He stood there with no emotion. He dropped his sabre.

O'Reilly yelled, "I did no such thing!"

Colonel orlean said, "Documentation, Lieutenant Colonel?" He ordered the men to lower their guns.

OOC: What do you mean by Documentation?

Reallydrunk']Lt.Colonel Crossley received the dispatch from General Baird while he was in the hospital within the fort. He was pleased with the reply from General Baird, he realized the reason for the amount of troops that would be sent to assist the forts defences, the native allies and members of the Militia would be sent to make sure the men would have safe passage through enemy territory to the fort,

"We are receiving aid here at the fort, it is great news..." He said to Halona

He exited the hospital to leave her with the French soldier who requested her presence, he had dutys to attend to. He met up with Captian Sharpe in the parade square,

"Ahh Captian! fine scrimish on your part..we are being reinforced and i have made the proper arrangements so that they receive safe passage, I will be asking the French for a parlay so that we may discuss certian issues..such as POW treatment and targeting of officers during engaugements, i must claim a greeved status"
Sharpe was drilling some of his men in the parade square when Crossley arrived. When the news was announced, he replied, "Sir, that is indeed excellent news. I hope that perhaps my commanding officer from India, Lt. Col. McCandless, may command them. The General mentioned something of the sort in Albany.

I would caution you against an agreement regarding officer targeting- though most officers are gentlemen, our soldiers are not, and it is a very effective tactic, particularly for Riflemen. I would humbly suggest that we not throw away a valuable advantage over the French, that is, the use of Rifles. For volley fire there is no better than musketry, but it is woefully inaccurate, and thus for individual targeting the Rifle is a far more precise instrument.

If you will excuse me, sir, I believe our defences could use a bit of strengthening- in particular, embrasures in the upper parts of the wall, with wooden walkways behind, would be particularly suited to our soon-to-be larger force, to maximise our firepower."

OOC: I've set it up so Sharpe will miss the Parley, because IRL I missed it lol... also, I realised that since McCandless is in command of as many men as the fort currently has, he should probably be a higher rank. I don't want to infringe on Crossley's authority, so he's just the same rank.

ooc: Proof there even was a prisoner that died.

"I will show you where O'Reilly killed the prisoner." Lt.Dumas looked toward Colonel Orlean. "I bet the body is still there baking in the sun."

"And how would I know whether it was from a skirmish or not?" Colonel O'Reilly was growing angry.

"Fine what do you want to do then?" Lt.Dumas said in a angry voice. He looked toward Orlean.

During the commotion, O'Reilly crept behind a British soldier. He shouted, "You english dog, they'd convict me even though I am innocent of the charge! FREEDOM FOR IRELAND!" He jumped on a British soldier, and twisted his neck sideways. Orlean nodded, and the French soldier rushed him, threw him agaisnt the wall. They took aim, and with Orleans command, fired. His body was riddled with bullets and fell.
"Sorry, Colonel Crossley, that you didn't get the honor." He then knelt before Dumas, and said, "Lieutenant Colonel, I ask your forgiveness." he handed him his sabre back.

"It's fine Colonel. Your one of the best officers I have ever fought alongside with. So no angry between each other because of this?" Lt.Dumas picked up his sabre and put it back in the scarbbard. Dumas looked over toward the British soldier hoping that he wasn't a mortal wound. "See this is what the Irish will do. I don't trust the lot of those men, but I don't think they deserve what O'Reilly got."

Orlean stood up. "No grudges. I was merely trying to protect what I thought was an innocent man." he gazed at the corpse. "O'Reilly was o Irish patriot. He merely used the cause to further himself. I know some true Irish patriots, in Canada." He looked at Colonel Crossley, "Are there any further matters you wish to disucss." He looked at the fallen British soldier, "And is he alright?"

after Michael had taken a shower and cleaned up, he headed for the mess. He had smelled the food, when he entered the complex. The dinner, chicken with rice and bread. The good thing about this place, plenty of ale and liquors. He hadnt had a decent British ale in a long time. He quickly grabbed grub, a tankard of ale, and sat down with a group of redcoats. He introduced himself. They asked what he did. He said he was an explorer, but was also a writer and had written many news articles and kept several journals. He started on a hilarious and, personal, story about a time in a Spanish port, in a bar, and about several Spanish Senoritas, and 2 big Dutch "punks".

ooc: hehehe

Orlean stood up. "No grudges. I was merely trying to protect what I thought was an innocent man." he gazed at the corpse. "O'Reilly was o Irish patriot. He merely used the cause to further himself. I know some true Irish patriots, in Canada." He looked at Colonel Crossley, "Are there any further matters you wish to disucss." He looked at the fallen British soldier, "And is he alright?"

"I know Orlean. You were doing the right thing, but O'Reilly was a scumbag. He talked about burning women and children. That bastard got what he deserved. No grudges." Lt.Dumas looked at the Corpse. It was a fine French officer's uniform. "Col.Orlean tell one of your men to take O'Reilly's Uniform. He doesn't deserve to be buried in it. Somone else is more deserving. Also I think that is all the matters we have to discuss."

The French soldiers stripped O'Reilly of his uniform. He said to the Captain, "Now you have a spare, whenever you or the toher Captain need it. We can just get it patched up later." He turned to Colonel Crossley, "We will depart now. Be sure to sing a nice British tune at O'Reilly's funeral." He mounted his horse. "God bless, Colonel Crossley." He began to exit, int he same formation as they came, "And give my regards to the prisoners, and i'll be sure to give our prisoners yours."

Lt.Dumas mounted his horse and looked at O'Reilly for the last time. Then he gave Crossley a salute then rode off. "God save the Queen. Long live France." He rode threw the gates and rode beside Col.Orlean. "That was a success, but once we get back to the camp I want the outer wall to be done for a couterattack."

In her quarters of the fort, Halona laid upon her bed as she comtinplated on what to do about the french man's discovery of her. Gun shots were what startled her, and she sat up wondering what had happened. Standing up, she walked in the hall and shut her door to the room before beginning to walk outside the fort. From one of the windows, she could see one of the french men get on his horse and all of them followed his example. Sighing, the young woman made it to the door and out in to the sunlight, her form leaning up against a wall away from all the movement. Halona couldn't see much;

The column moved steadily through the semi-wilderness, fifes playing, men marching, drums banging, and officers riding. The bayonets of the men glinted in the sun, while near the head of the column a grey-haired man on a chestnut stallion clopped along in a cluster of aides. He wore the uniform of a Lt.Col., with one difference- instead of the regulation pipeclayed breeches, he wore a Scottish kilt. On his back was strapped a massive claymore, and behind him, arrayed in ranks, were the fearsome Highlanders. They alone among the five companies had unique instruments- two bagpipe players that piped along as the Sergeants counted out the step and the reinforcements to Ft. George moved on.

Colonel Crossleys men were startled by the gun fire but simply held their ground and prepared for further hostillities ,but they did not come,

Colonel Crossley replyed placing his sabre in its scarrbard..

"Go in peace Colonel Orlean and Lt.Dumas, no harm shall come of you on your way to your destination..."

"As for the British soldier he attacked, he seems to be fine, minor neck .....injuries were inflicted...if it had lasted longer i would have lost a man...then problems would have arose..."

Colonel Crossley gave his good byes to the departing Frenchman at the gates, Captian Webb had told the native allies to ambush the enemy forces a mile from the fort but Crossley was informed therefore sent a messenger to inform the natives to withdraw quietly as if the plot never existed. Colonel Crossley respected the French officers who presented themselves at the fort for parlay.

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The Brittish redcoats enjoyed the company of Micheal very much, they enjoyed his story. The soldiers roared at his jokes and comments about the dutch, Micheal was a comical man that they liked being in the company of him.
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Crossley spoke with Captian Sharpe and agreed with his plans to defend the fort better than it had been before, The fort was low on men of every trade therefore Colonel William Crossley was open to suggestions. He awaited reinforcement and was in desperate need of it sence the French had seen his ranks. Even though it was made to look like they were full strength it might have been obvious to a senior officer they were not.

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Crossley made his way back to the command building....

Halona watched as all the french left, she made herself known when she saw the last man leave and then she walked forward more in the open then she had been.

(OOC: bump)

Nomara had departed soon after the French left. He needed to talk this one over with his captains, agree a course of action.

Colonel Crossley stopped when he seen Halona and said to her,

"Hello Halona, where were you during all the comotion?"

He noticed she looked some what upset....

OOC: She can catch up, im going to continue...MUST REPLY :D

Charles started to moan during his sleep. Then he started to sweat. He started to muttered then he started to yell. In his dream it was when he was younger back in Europe. He was back in hometown, but the village was on fire. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!" He screamed.

Charles started to moan during his sleep. Then he started to sweat. He started to muttered then he started to yell. In his dream it was when he was younger back in Europe. He was back in hometown, but the village was on fire. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!" He screamed.

The medical staff attended to him immeaditly,

"Charles, Charles...wake up...are you alright?"

The medical officer said to the French soldier....

After his 3rd tankard of ale, he started to feel the affects of the alcohal. He had told several stories and had heard many more. The conversation last much of the night. Many left, but even more came in to talk. Civilians also came. Along with some very "interesting" women Michael thought, with a grin. He began talking to the crowd about a time he was on a Spanish trading vessel and how they had traveled to New Orleans.

He ordered another ale and continued the story.

Reallydrunk']The medical staff attended to him immeaditly,

"Charles, Charles...wake up...are you alright?"

The medical officer said to the French soldier....


Charles tossed and turned then finally fell off the bed. He got his hand he swipped the sweat off his face. Charles had black rings around his eyes. "No I don't feel right."

Halona looked up, "Mr. Crossley, may I speak with you in private? I was in my quarters sir."

As they almost wer ebac kat the fort, gonig the same way they came, Orlean responded, "Yes, we must finish it." He then apologised again and said, as they arrived, "Parlay over. Now its time for some attacks as well. The savages will no doubt not stop looting bodies, so we must continue targetting officers. In open field combat, if we ever need to do it, must be made less apparent." His captain came up, and began to tell him something, but he waved him off saying, "I know, Captain. I also know you were spotted first." He dismounted, and yelled, "Alright men, finish that outer wall! Those that came with me, you have a fifteen minute break. Let's go, gentlemen!" However, he stopped the other Lieutenant, and three privates. He said, to them, and Dumas, "Gentlemen, I want you to, from the woods, fire on any British soldier going in or out of the fort. Lieutenant Colonel, would you like to send a Sergeant, and two privates?" He then continued, "Lead them straight back into the woods, away from the fort, when they send a detachment to follow you. There, we will have men hiding, who will then open fire on them." He said, "All agree?"

"Captains, men...we have a choice. And believe me, it is not an easy one."

Nomara had gathered his captains together, to consult them. The men also had a voice, and many of them were gathered round...but it was the captains who really had to be won round.

"The British occupy the fort. Commanded by a colonel, I would reckon their strength at around a half-battalion, with dragoons, militia and Indians also...and some undermanned cannon. They may well have reinforcements on the way.
The French are outside; as far as I'm aware no cannon, I don't know how many regular soldiers, or how many militia and Indians, or what reinforcements they can expect.
Both sides would be prepared to employ us. What I don't know, is whether to go with the British for a relatively easy victory, or with the French, so we keep being paid for a while."
Captain Smith had been listening closely - as had they all, but he was first to speak. "The British. The Brits usually have more ready cash, and I don't want to fight and die for French promises."
Captain Schwarz: "The French. The British sound as though they need us less, and so are more likely to shaft us. If things go badly for the French we can always move on."
Captain Cole: "I think we should look at taking the fort from the British and ruling this area ourselves. Recruit any of the survivors who'll join us, start a new nation out here."
Captain Olaverri: "We don't know enough about the French. But with what we know, I say the French."
Captain Owen: "French."

"Three are for the French, one for striking out alone, and one for the British. Will all of you accept employment from the French."
After a pause, a low chorus of "Aye".
"I shall inform the commanders of our decision then."

As they almost wer ebac kat the fort, gonig the same way they came, Orlean responded, "Yes, we must finish it." He then apologised again and said, as they arrived, "Parlay over. Now its time for some attacks as well. The savages will no doubt not stop looting bodies, so we must continue targetting officers. In open field combat, if we ever need to do it, must be made less apparent." His captain came up, and began to tell him something, but he waved him off saying, "I know, Captain. I also know you were spotted first." He dismounted, and yelled, "Alright men, finish that outer wall! Those that came with me, you have a fifteen minute break. Let's go, gentlemen!" However, he stopped the other Lieutenant, and three privates. He said, to them, and Dumas, "Gentlemen, I want you to, from the woods, fire on any British soldier going in or out of the fort. Lieutenant Colonel, would you like to send a Sergeant, and two privates?" He then continued, "Lead them straight back into the woods, away from the fort, when they send a detachment to follow you. There, we will have men hiding, who will then open fire on them." He said, "All agree?"

"I will only send two of my privates along. Also I want my men to finish the wall and get some sleep. They have been fighting almost non stop for two days. Also your men need the experince fighting this British." Lt.Dumas stated.

He ordered a sergeant to go alnog too, as well as 15 men (including another lieutenant). They began to march, and, reaching the spot across the field from the fort, the fifteen men walked straight back into the woods, far away from the "path". The oth men took up positions, and waited. Where the 15 men were would be hard for horses to go. They felt confident, as most of the fiteen lived in a place like this, and could move easily. One of the few advantages of militia.

Messenger parties were sent to both the British and the French, each under a flag of truce.
Captain Schwarz led the one to the British. Nomara himself led the one to the French.
Meanwhile the main body upped sticks, and began moving towards the French, getting themselves well clear of the British fort.

Some militia men working grabbed their rifles, saw the flag of truce, and alerted Orlean and Dumas. Orlean put his jacket back on, and hat, and attached his sword and pistol. He walked over, dignified, to the gate, opened it, and said, "Ah, Commander Nomara," Good, the commander personally, seems like good news, "Have you reached your decision, sir?"

Some militia men working grabbed their rifles, saw the flag of truce, and alerted Orlean and Dumas. Orlean put his jacket back on, and hat, and attached his sword and pistol. He walked over, dignified, to the gate, opened it, and said, "Ah, Commander Nomara," Good, the commander personally, seems like good news, "Have you reached your decision, sir?"

"Colonel, indeed. I have discussed matters with my captains, and we have agreed that we would like to work with you rather than the British."

Charles tossed and turned then finally fell off the bed. He got his hand he swipped the sweat off his face. Charles had black rings around his eyes. "No I don't feel right."

The medical staff rolled him over,

"Whats wrong! we can't help you if you don't let us know exactly whats wrong!!"

The Captian looked at one of his aids,

"Get Leiutennet Ross!"

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Colonel Crossley agreed to chat with Halona,

"What is it Halona?"

All soldiers in the fort were put on duty, all avalible cannon crews were ready to be dispatched to their guns.

Halona shifted, "What I mean to ask you sir, is if I may speak with you in private?"

"Excellent!" He then sighed and said, "We must work on payment though. What are you willing to take? I will give you what little there is from the militia's pockets, and also send a letter to the higher command. If they do not pay you a satisfactory amount, I will pay the difference from my own pocket. I have a lot from my father, who's a successful merchant." He motioned for Dumas to follow as well, and led him to his tent. "Shall we discuss, Commander?"

Halona shifted, "What I mean to ask you sir, is if I may speak with you in private?"

Crossley agreed and lead her towards the command building and into his personal study where he dropped his cap on the table,

"Ok Halona, what is it..you seem distressed..."

"Excellent!" He then sighed and said, "We must work on payment though. What are you willing to take? I will give you what little there is from the militia's pockets, and also send a letter to the higher command. If they do not pay you a satisfactory amount, I will pay the difference from my own pocket. I have a lot from my father, who's a successful merchant." He motioned for Dumas to follow as well, and led him to his tent. "Shall we discuss, Commander?"

"Enough money to keep the men satisfied and a firm promise of full payment will suffice. As to the actual amount...well, we shall have to discuss that further."

OOC: I don't know what you can pay, nor, in these times, what's reasonable to demand. Might be able to research and back of envelope a figure in a couple of days though.

The party at the British fort had arrived, and handed over their message. Captain Schwarz awaited any reply.

The 350 men of McCandless's companies had now arrived at the fortress. McCandless dismounted before the gates, shouting, "Greetings! I am Lt.Col. McCandless, with reinforcements from General Baird! I bring 350 infantry, 80 artillerymen, and substantial supplies in the event of a siege!"

Sharpe looked out over the gate, and was overjoyed to see his friend McCandless outside. He quickly gave the order for the gates to be opened, and he ran down to meet the column as they marched in. "Sir! A pleasure to see you!"

"A, Sharpe! I had an inkling you'd be here! I'm very glad to see you. We must converse at length, but for now I must see to the reinforcements. After that, would you show me to the commander's office?"

It was agreed, and McCandless moved off to organise the stowing of supplies and the assignment of gunners.

The party at the British fort had arrived, and handed over their message. Captain Schwarz awaited any reply.

The Captian was let in the gates and met by Major Munroe,

"Welcome Captian, have you reached a decision as of yet?"

Cheers of soldiers all over the fort echoed, reinforcement had arrived along with gun crews to man the artillary...

Colonel Crossley was in his study with Halona but looked out the window,

"Ahh! Colonel Mcandless has arrived! surperb!"

Major Munroe stood with Captian Schwartz awaiting his reply...

Reallydrunk']The Captian was let in the gates and met by Major Munroe,

"Welcome Captian, have you reached a decision as of yet?"

Cheers of soldiers all over the fort echoed, reinforcement had arrived along with gun crews to man the artillary...

Colonel Crossley was in his study with Halona but looked out the window,

"Ahh! Colonel Mcandless has arrived! surperb!"

Major Munroe stood with Captian Schwartz awaiting his reply...
OOC: Umm... exactly what character are you saying by 'Captain'... my only captain is Sharpe, but he's already inside. Also, what exactly do you mean by 'reached a decision?'

Also, I've read the earlier posts and noted the French posted a few militia to fire on those entering the fort, but I assume that upon the arrival of over 400 men, they would be wise enough not to attack.

OOC: Umm... exactly what character are you saying by 'Captain'... my only captain is Sharpe, but he's already inside. Also, what exactly do you mean by 'reached a decision?'

Also, I've read the earlier posts and noted the French posted a few militia to fire on those entering the fort, but I assume that upon the arrival of over 400 men, they would be wise enough not to attack.

OOC: I was refering those comments to Terror....Sorry for the mix up...

OOC: Okay, that's good then.

Reallydrunk']The medical staff rolled him over,

"Whats wrong! we can't help you if you don't let us know exactly whats wrong!!"

The Captian looked at one of his aids,

"Get Leiutennet Ross!"

"GOD SAVE THE KING!!!" Charles started to scream. Now he was rolling on the floor. "DON'T TOUCH ME YOU DIRTY SAVAGE!!! I WILL SHOOT YOU!!!"

The two privates that were going with the Orlean's men were Jacques and Alex. They were both young volunteers from the local militia, but excellent shot with their musket. Going up to the Lieutenant. "Whose else going to the fort to attack the British to trick them into a ambush?" Young Alex asked,

"Just us. We can't risk losing too many men." he said, plainly to the young man. "With luck we can take prisoners."
The lieutenant saw an army of what appeared to be Scotsmen arrive. He could not make out what words they were saying, but he could report about reenforcements. He ordered the other men to make ready. The sergeant amde sure everyone was ok, and with a whisper of "fire", the seven muskets went off, heading straight for the middle of the scotsmen. They reloaded, and a minute later, fired another round of volleys. They remained hidden, low behind the foliage. Thank God those fifteen men are where horses can't go. Hard to walk back there too, if your not from the woods. thought the sergeant. They reloaded, and another minute later, fired a third round. If men approached, they would fire one last shot into their bodies, then lead them into the woods. Welcome to Laker George.

Immediately upon hearing the shots, the forces' pickets moved toward the enemy, keeping low in the grass and firing when their sights bore. At a word from the picket sergeant, they ducked, giving the massed ranks on the road a chance to fire a disciplined volley.

Over fifty muskets went off, coming from all angles at the location of the enemy shots.

Then the soldiers double-timed it into the fort. Remaining were the thirty or so pickets, joined by 20 Indian scouts. Five riflemen marched out from the fort, ready to pick off anyone they saw moving in the trees, while Sharpe ordered another ten men to head off the enemy from the other side of the fort.

The sergeant was grazed in the shoulder, and began to to bleed. The others carried his weapon, and moved farther into the woods. Everyone else stood up, fired shots at the men outside the fort, and made themselves known, before going deeper into the woods, breaking sticks so they could easily be followed. Two men crept to the edge again, and aimed carefully at the ten men, and crouched low, fired, from behind a rock, at the riflemen. The two men were excellent shots. They crawled back farther, and stopped, and waited for the men to follow. The fifteen men were on either side of a narrow clearing. Seven on one side, Seven on the other, and the Lieutenant on one side as well. There were rocks that the seven others could jump behind. Then, they would block the British exit, and take prisoners, if they could. They waited, and if the soldiers got close, they got a little farther.

ooc: im confused, the french and british each have forts? and who is being attacked?

ooc: The French are finishing theirs up. My men (French) are firing on the British.
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Orlean replied, "Very well, Commander. We shall discuss that later." he scribbled down a promise of payment, signed it, and handed it to him. "As a sign of good will. Also, Commander, I think there is enough room to fit your men in the fort. We are using tents for now, as you can see, but, I am trying to convince the lieutenant Colonel that when we build the tower, with a wall around that, that we make it a commander's quarters, with walled off areas for the three of us." He chuckled, and waited for Dumas to add his input.

OOC: It's a not fort, but a wall and another fall back wall. Look in the sign up thread to see a picture of it. Also cancel out the tower. That's coming later.

"I guess the top of the tower can be a quarters for the person on duty. The other three floors can be for the Commanding officers. The rest will have tents. Once the walls and tower is up then we can build barracks for the regular troops and have a officers barrack. I think atleast five barracks." Lt.Dumas stated.

ooc: ah, ok.

ic:
"That would be excellent." said Colonel Orlean.

Halona silently followed William in to the office; she waiting for the door to be shut. When it was and she heard him say about the reinforcements she smiled, "That is good, we will need them."
Then she continued, "William, the french man named Charles knows who I am. He asked for my name, which I lied and told him that my name was Abay; he didn't believe me and he asked one of the doctor's my name and the doctor told him. The man said that you call me Halona, and so..."
Her voice trailed off, "I do not trust this man Charles, the things that he had said... Saying that he couldn't forget me because I was so beautiful and things such as that."
She scofft as she searched William's face for a reaction.

The sergeant was grazed in the shoulder, and began to to bleed. The others carried his weapon, and moved farther into the woods. Everyone else stood up, fired shots at the men outside the fort, and made themselves known, before going deeper into the woods, breaking sticks so they could easily be followed. Two men crept to the edge again, and aimed carefully at the ten men, and crouched low, fired, from behind a rock, at the riflemen. The two men were excellent shots. They crawled back farther, and stopped, and waited for the men to follow. The fifteen men were on either side of a narrow clearing. Seven on one side, Seven on the other, and the Lieutenant on one side as well. There were rocks that the seven others could jump behind. Then, they would block the British exit, and take prisoners, if they could. They waited, and if the soldiers got close, they got a little farther.
OOC: Only one minor wound from more than 60 shots?

IC: When the enemy stood up to fire, they were hit with another volley from the rear company as it stopped its march for a moment. The five riflemen, thirty pickets and twenty Indians hunkered down at the edge of the foliage, firing as they went down, the riflemen slightly behind as they forced the tight-fitting bullets into the grooves. At this short musket range of around 80 yards, they weren't really needed, but due to the amount of cover the enemy now had as they retreated, the higher accuracy would turn a very uncertain thing into good odds.

The Riflemen from the rear of the fort moved sideways to rendezvous with those at the front of the fort, covering each other and firing at the two enemies as they got the chance. Several loaded for Corporal Daniel Hagman. Dan was a poacher from Wiltfordshire who had drunk too much rum one night, and was caught by the landowner. When threatened with years in prison or service in the army, he chose the latter. Due to his former profession, Dan is the company's designated marksman, and as other men loaded rifles for him, he kept aiming and firing at the enemy.

Colonel Crossley replyed to Halona,

"Thats strange, once he is better he will be put in his own cell and is welcome to talk all the non sence he wants..no one will listen, no need to worry Halona.."

Crossley was interrupted by gun fire,

"What the hells going on out there now..."

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The Ramparts:

The artillary crews rushed to their guns preparing to fire at the Scotsman's attackers covering their entry, four cannons fired after they were told to open fire by their commanding officers,

**BOOM** sparks and smoke erurrupted from their barrels...

"Reload!!"

In the woods trees were cripled crashing to the ground...

Major Munroe stood in front of Colonel Mcandless,

"They are tryin to draw us out sir, Colonel Crossley is in the command building sir..he's been expecting you, good to see another fellow Scotsman around.."

Halona nodded, "I do hope so William."
Then she straightened as she heard the gun fire, "It could be an ambush sir," Halona stated as she leaned against a wall.
"I have my pistol," she whispered, "Damn thing won't do me any good unless they're close."

Reallydrunk']The Ramparts:

The artillary crews rushed to their guns preparing to fire at the Scotsman's attackers covering their entry, four cannons fired after they were told to open fire by their commanding officers,

**BOOM** sparks and smoke erurrupted from their barrels...

"Reload!!"

In the woods trees were cripled crashing to the ground...

Major Munroe stood in front of Colonel Mcandless,

"They are tryin to draw us out sir, Colonel Crossley is in the command building sir..he's been expecting you, good to see another fellow Scotsman around.."
"Indeed, that is the most likely explanation. I am of the opinion that the casualties we could sustain are more dangerous than any prisoners we might capture, in this sort of running skirmish."

He raised his voice, shouting, "Picket line will retreat in good order to the fortress!"

Sharpe echoed his words from farther back in the fort, and the pickets, riflemen and Indians retreated under the covering fire of the guns, their canister ready to make mincemeat of any enemies who followed.

McCandless turned to his second in command, Major Hogan, and said, "Hogan, get these men some dinner, and make up the butcher's bill... I must speak to this Crossley." He turned back to Munroe, saying, "Very nice to meet you, Major. Indeed it is a surprise to find another Scotsman here, but now we will have plentiful company- a full detachment from the 74th Highlanders, no less! I pity the Frog who gets into their way. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

McCandless stepped down from the ramparts and went to find Col. Crossley.

Colonel Crossley signaled her to follow and strolled out of the command building into the parade square where troops rushed around to their positions. He seen Lt.Colonel Mcandless talking to Major Munroe, Leiutennet Ross rushed in the hospital looking concerned,

"Ahh! Colonel Mcandless! welcome to the fort, i have been expecting you..as you can see you were in desperate need of reinforcement"

He bowed slightly before the Scotsman...

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Lt.Ross went in the hospital and approached where the medical staff held down the French prisoner,

"What the bloody hell is going on here..what is wrong with that man!"

The doctor replyed,

"I believe he suffers from a fever sir! he speaks non-sence..."

Lt.Ross walked over looking down at the man,

"What can we do to help him...he is in bad shape.."

ooc: better than no casulties at all, eh?
ic:
One private was hit in the back from a rifleman. He fell, dead. As the trees fell, they crashed on another man, and broke his legs. He laid still for a minute, but then picked up his musket. He would die anyway. He aimed at who appeared to be the best marksman (Hagman), and fired his musket at him. He had good aim, as he was from the Canadian backwoods.
The treeline moved back, and they ran quickly, jumping behind stumps as they went. One man said, loud enough so others could here, yet like it was suppsoed to only be heard by his comrades, "Shit! We are the only French around!" They crouched, and returned fire. When will they follow? the sergeant thought, holding his shoulder.

Jacques cried out. "Run back to the camp!!" Alex was already running back to the camp.

Charles punched one of the medical staff in the face and looked at Lt.Ross. "LONG LIVE FRANCE!!!! DIE YOU DIRTY BRITISH. GOD SAVE THE FRENCH KING!!!"

The lieutenant pulled out a pistol. He aimed at shot Jaque in the back, as the sergeant raised high right hand and shot Alex. "They'd give the camp away. We can't go back, or they will get even more Brits to follow us." Two privates crept over, and dragged their bodies, unsure if they were alive or not, behind the rock. They crawled slowly back to other 15 men, and hid behind a boulder. The lieutenant asked the men, "If you are alive, how stupid can you be?"

Jacques cried out. "Run back to the camp!!" Alex was already running back to the camp.

Charles punched one of the medical staff in the face and looked at Lt.Ross. "LONG LIVE FRANCE!!!! DIE YOU DIRTY BRITISH. GOD SAVE THE FRENCH KING!!!"

Lt.Ross yelled,

"Shut him up! shut him up now! hold him down damn it!"

The medical staff member crumpled to the floor holding his jaw,

"Bloody hell!" he cussed...

"Can we put him in the stockade doctor?"

The doctor replyed,

"No Leiutennet! he needs medical care, that would be killing him!"

Lt.Ross was unsure of what to do. Another Medic returned with a basin filled with cold water,

"Ere mate! put it on his head!"

He wet a rag and they placed it on the wounded man's forehead while he was held down...

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The Ramparts:

Four more cannon shots echoed through the air, clouds of smoke and sparks followed as the cannon balls flew through the air and crashed into the trees...

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Crossley had to discuss stratagy on how the British forces would re-act to these attacks with the other officers....

Jacques and Alex were both alive because the two men were horrible shots with a pistol. Jacques and Alex looked at each other. "Were both in th militia and we just joined." They both got up and ran away, but slowly once getting back to the camp a doctor started to take the musket ball out of them. Lt.Dumas looked at both of the boys. "I want you two to rest."

Charles saw the wet rag coming near him then he felt it. He yanked his arm loose then grabbed the rag and threw it at Lt.Ross. "TAKE THAT YOU DIRTY HOSTILE!!! MUHAHAHAHAH!!!"

Allt he other men scattred, and made their way back to the fort. Once their, the Lieutenants reported their failure to Orlean, then about the two men. He said, "But you did force tyhem to waste ammunition on you." When he heard about reenforcements he told Dumas. He also said to Dumas, "Those two men are a disgrace. Two men died, and they ran. After they are healed, they must be punished. Not severly, and not officially, but as an example of cowards. They are young, but it won't happen again. Do you agree, Dumas?"

ooc: The sergeant is actually a good shot, but it was a hasty shot so...

"They are not going to be punished. They are volunteer and militia. I would do a punishment if they were regular."Lt.Dumas said as the men were about to finish up the wall. Some of the other men were staring the base of the tower. "Well the wall almost finished I guess only the tower and barracks are left."

Charles saw the wet rag coming near him then he felt it. He yanked his arm loose then grabbed the rag and threw it at Lt.Ross. "TAKE THAT YOU DIRTY HOSTILE!!! MUHAHAHAHAH!!!"

Lt.Ross took the rag off his shoulder and threw it back,

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MAN!"

The doctor gave the officer a strange face,

"He's stark raving mad sir!"

Lt.Ross replyed,

"Tie him down immeaditly! make sure his wrists are not damaged by the rope, wrap cloth around them first!"

Four medical staff members tied the French privates arms to the bed posts, his legs to the lower posts,

"I want him watched, fetch the natives...they are experts on this sort of behavior!"

A native healer was brought in the room, he carried with him a small leather pack and a sea shell. Another english speaking native accompanyied him close behind,

"The healer agrees to help this man"

Lt.Ross replyed,

"Does he require anything at all?"

The native man shook his head, the older native man moved in beside Charles holding the sea shell up in the air..the smell of burning insence filled the air, he hummed a low melody his voice slightly rising..

"Hmm Ahummm..i will be in the command building if i am needed, i want a report on this mans health doctor.."

Lt.Ross left the room holding his hand over his mouth trying not to cough..

Charles started to calm down again and laid back down. He could smell something burning. "Halona ran away from her tribe. She's a cheif daugther that belongs to the Huron."

Charles started to calm down again and laid back down. He could smell something burning. "Halona ran away from her tribe. She's a cheif daugther that belongs to the Huron."

The doctors looked at eachother with shocked expressions on their faces, the doctor replyed in French,

"What did you say..?"

The assistant replyed,

"He does not know what he is talking about, he is burning up..."

The doctor nodded,

"ha you don't have to tell me Wallis...these native tricks seem to be working...somthing we can always look to them for, their skills are like no ther.."

The native man chanted louder waving the smoke towards Charles with an eaglefeather...

"No I'm telling the truth now. I'm fever made me go insane. If you ask Pierre to look at Halona he will remember her. He was with me on the expedition to a Hudson village." Charles said pleading with the doctor and assistant.

"No I'm telling the truth now. I'm fever made me go insane. If you ask Pierre to look at Halona he will remember her. He was with me on the expedition to a Hudson village." Charles said pleading with the doctor and assistant.

The doctors looked at eachother then replyed,

"The words you speak are truth Frenchman? why do you tell us these things..?"

The doctor spoke to his aid,

"Inform Colonel Crossley we have a Huron in our presence...here..in the fort, but in the morning..he is busy with other matters.."

"Yes doctor..."

The indian shaman continued to chant in a low voice, his follower listened to the englishman talk about Halona..

Orlean nodded, "Getting shot was their punishment, I guess." However, three othe rmen voerheard. The snuck into the medical tent. One walked up tot hme and said, "You are a disgrace. Damn cowards. I will make sure the entire fort knows." They crept out, and began spreading what had happened. The news spread so far, even Orlean "heard" sbout it, but he did nothing to find th eones who had spread it around. He thought, Scorn will be theit punishment. He then said to his Lieutenant, "Practice your aim with the pistol. And let the other officers know that no cowardice will be toelrated in my unit. Then, he composed a letter to the nearest French commander, requesting at least 75 French regulars. He knew the British had reenforcements, and that the greencoats were with them, however, wanted 25 solid French soldiers. They would serve as his model unit to the militia. He handed the letter to his messenger, and the messenger was off. He would get to the French army by morning, and back by night. He knew he would get less than 75, but, as with doctors, you must exaggerate.

Kipu and his warriors roamed through the forest scouting for French soldiers when a horse was heard galloping their way, the natives lowered and watched as the rider came into veiw...

Two of them took aim with bows so to maintain silence....the rider got closer and closer...

OOC: If you look back further in the Rp, my indians have been out ever sence the French parlay'd with Crossley...

The French messenger kept going. He was usuing a captured British horse, and rearely getting ride one, was enjoying himself. He did not see, nor did he here, the natives in the foliage.

The French messenger kept going. He was usuing a captured British horse, and rearely getting ride one, was enjoying himself. He did not see, nor did he here, the natives in the foliage.

Kipu gave the signal and one of his warriors ran with great speed and dove through the air from a small hill...

"AHHHH! WOOT WOOT!" He screached...

The native crashed into the rider knocking him off the horse, they both crashed to the ground..

Two more warriors rushed down, one grabbed the horses reigns while the other hit the Frenchman with a club in the shoulder...

Halona followed William outside, standing by him as he began to speak to the other men that had just come.
"Sir," Halona said, "With your permission may I leave you?"
She knew in her heart that she did not need to be so polite with him when they were alone, however in the presents of other people she knew it had to be done.

"I tell the truth. I don't know why I tell you these things. I just do." Charles said. "Do this other natives have a problem with a Huron?"

Jacques and Alex looked at each other. They would be the mockery of the camp. They were probably the youngest in people in the whole camp. Walking back slowly to the tent some of the other regular troops of under Dumas' command surrounded them. Once they got back to their tent the regulars went back to work on the tower. Dumas just shook his head. Then he called up all his men into their lines.

"I want you to put another soldier down. I know about what Orlean's men have been saying about Jacques and Alex. Do not follow their suite. Jacques and Alex are both young and are still green. You are all dismissed. So get back to work."

The men gave a salute then went back to work. Walking around the camp Dumas heard what Orlean say to the Lt. "Make sure you don't hit any of my men."

Dumas walked back to his tent and cleaned his sabre.

Halona followed William outside, standing by him as he began to speak to the other men that had just come.
"Sir," Halona said, "With your permission may I leave you?"
She knew in her heart that she did not need to be so polite with him when they were alone, however in the presents of other people she knew it had to be done.

Colonel Crossley replyed,

"Why yes of course Miss Halona, i have some buisness to attend to here with Colonel Mcandless..we shall talk later.."

Crossley started to smile then stopped himself turning back to Mcandless...

Halona nodded, "Yes sir," she said before turning and walking back towards her quarters. She did not want to be around the others, for who knew what the french man that she had seen earlyerly was doing and or saying about her.

The Colonel stormed into Dumas tent, "Why the hell are you grouping all my men together as the ones who spread rumours! No doubt some of your men took part. You put down my men in front of yours! Earlier you told me my men need experiance, when some of your cowards were the ones who ran away! They deserve to be tried, found guilty, and shot! Two of my men died back there, and yours flee! Lieutenant Colonel, I want an apology for grouping my men in the same category." He was yelling lous enough so that any passing men could here him. A sergeant was listening from his tent, one of the men who was taking a break.
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The messenger fell to the ground, but with his good hand, grabbed his pistol and shot the native who had tackled him. He then drew his sword, and plunged it into the horses leg. The horse let out a screech of pain. Not that far from camp, they were sure to hear it.
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A Lieutenant heard the cry, and with orders from the major, got 20 men who began to tun in the direction of the cry. They stopped when they saw the messenger and the savages. They leveled their muskets, took aim, and, with a yell fromt he Lieutenant, fired. 10 more men began running fromt he camp as well.

The Colonel stormed into Dumas tent, "Why the hell are you grouping all my men together as the ones who spread rumours! No doubt some of your men took part. You put down my men in front of yours! Earlier you told me my men need experiance, when some of your cowards were the ones who ran away! They deserve to be tried, found guilty, and shot! Two of my men died back there, and yours flee! Lieutenant Colonel, I want an apology for grouping my men in the same category." He was yelling lous enough so that any passing men could here him. A sergeant was listening from his tent, one of the men who was taking a break.

"I bet they didn't. I saw your men listening to us talking before. I think they should be punished too then. Their just young boys. You would probably reacted the same way if he happened to you when you were that age." Lt. Dumas looked around and found a sgt listening. "Sgt. you come here right now."

Kipu's warriors grabbed the Frenchman by his hair and scalped him alive, another smashed him in the face with a club. The reinforcements were seen taking aim then they fired, one of the braves hit the ground dead while the other drew back on his bow and fired from behind cover of the fallen horse. He drew back and waited for another shot...

Afew of the natives let out a ferice war crys to let their presence be known..

The musket shots had been fired, while the soliders reloaded twelve of Kipu's warriors charged down the hill while three more fired musket shots towards the enemy, two of the shots directed towards the officer commanding them, the warriors closed in slicing and slashing at the French soliders who were being depleated quickly, soldiers were no match for native warriors close range...

Kipu dispatched runners to inform the British,

"Tell our white fathers we found them now!"

The runner and his guard took off full speed towards the British fort moving like deer through the woods...

Charles looked at doctor. "You must tell Crossely now before she can escape."

Charles looked at doctor. "You must tell Crossely now before she can escape."

The doctor looked concerned,

"Ok..I will do it immeaditly.."

The doctor nodded to his aid then left the room headed for the command building. When he got outside he seen the Colonel speaking with another officer on the parade sqaure..

"I must wait.." he thought....

Charles started to get up and saw the doctor standing there. He looked at the aid. "Tell him to go. This is of the up most urgency."

Charles started to get up and saw the doctor standing there. He looked at the aid. "Tell him to go. This is of the up most urgency."


The Aid replyed,

"He has gone, please try and relax Private...moving around will do you no good...understood? he will deliver the message as soon as the Colonel is done speaking with the other officer there in the parade square.."

"Now rest..."

Reallydrunk']The Captian was let in the gates and met by Major Munroe,

"Welcome Captian, have you reached a decision as of yet?"

Cheers of soldiers all over the fort echoed, reinforcement had arrived along with gun crews to man the artillary...

Colonel Crossley was in his study with Halona but looked out the window,

"Ahh! Colonel Mcandless has arrived! surperb!"

Major Munroe stood with Captian Schwartz awaiting his reply...

"Yes Major. Regrettably we have decided to work with the French. I spoke against it, but now we show a united front; I am sorry that it is against you."

ooc: The French are finishing theirs up. My men (French) are firing on the British.
ic:
Orlean replied, "Very well, Commander. We shall discuss that later." he scribbled down a promise of payment, signed it, and handed it to him. "As a sign of good will. Also, Commander, I think there is enough room to fit your men in the fort. We are using tents for now, as you can see, but, I am trying to convince the lieutenant Colonel that when we build the tower, with a wall around that, that we make it a commander's quarters, with walled off areas for the three of us." He chuckled, and waited for Dumas to add his input.

"Thank you. I shall have my men join the construction effort for now."

Reallydrunk']The Aid replyed,

"He has gone, please try and relax Private...moving around will do you no good...understood? he will deliver the message as soon as the Colonel is done speaking with the other officer there in the parade square.."

"Now rest..."

"Fine, but if she gone it will be a British loss." Charles went back to lay down. He looked at the aid. "How much longer do you thank I will be in here for?"

"And now...1st to 3rd are helping build the fort. So I want 4th and 10th out there. Scout around, in skirmish order, maybe more spread.

Anything too big, come right back. Anything small, take it. Apart from that, just get to know the lie of the land; I feel we'll be fighting here soon."

"Sir."

Two hundred men, a mix of muskets and rifles, dispersed from the fort and spread out into the forest.

Whne the sergeant approached, Orlean grabbed him. "Sergeant, unlike other officers, I do not care whether we are milita or not. You will respect my authority, and shall not eaves drop on me." He threw him to the ground. "Get the hell out of here." He turned to Dumas, "We must enforce discipline. Your men deserve to be shot, but are young. I will punish the rumour spreaders, if you punish the ones who commited the act.
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The now forty French soldiers beat the savages with their muskets. One massive man whacked an indian across the face, in anger at watching his eleven comrades fall. (bold is killed soldier amount.) He grabbed an indians throat, and kneed him in the stomach, and threw him into a knot of others. A young man trhoughtfully grabbed the message and ran back tot he fort. He yelled the news, and all the others got ready to fight. He then took a captured horse, and took off the other way. This time, Orleans changed the number to 300 regulars. The messenger was off, as more men ran tot he battle ground. Orlean did not go completely to the gorund, but stayed behind slightly. He aimed his pistol, and fired at one who appeared to be some sort of savage commander. (He is an excellent shot). He then got his musket off the saddle, and fired at another savage leader, before galloping back to the fort.

Whne the sergeant approached, Orlean grabbed him. "Sergeant, unlike other officers, I do not care whether we are milita or not. You will respect my authority, and shall not eaves drop on me." He threw him to the ground. "Get the hell out of here." He turned to Dumas, "We must enforce discipline. Your men deserve to be shot, but are young. I will punish the rumour spreaders, if you punish the ones who commited the act.
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The now forty French soldiers beat the savages with their muskets. One massive man whacked an indian across the face, in anger at watching his eleven comrades fall. (bold is killed soldier amount.) He grabbed an indians throat, and kneed him in the stomach, and threw him into a knot of others. A young man trhoughtfully grabbed the message and ran back tot he fort. He yelled the news, and all the others got ready to fight. He then took a captured horse, and took off the other way. This time, Orleans changed the number to 300 regulars. The messenger was off, as more men ran tot he battle ground. Orlean did not go completely to the gorund, but stayed behind slightly. He aimed his pistol, and fired at one who appeared to be some sort of savage commander. (He is an excellent shot). He then got his musket off the saddle, and fired at another savage leader, before galloping back to the fort.

OOC: Kipu is not visible....it would also be impossible to tell which ones are leaders...

The twelve natives who attacked the shooting soldiers were reinforced by twenty more who emerged from the trees, ten on each side...then another ten chraged out of the trees..

They also let out ferice war crys charging at the enemy, One solider fiddled with his bayonet but was struck in the face by a tomohawk. Kipu's war party were not yet finished with the French, once they had taken down afew more soliders they would high tail it back to the fort, he threw a spear at one of the French soldiers and once he dropped Kipu dissapeared like a ghost into the woods.

The forty or so native warrirors battled it out with the French, slicing and stabbing with their knives and tomohawks while others fired the muskets that had not yet been fired..the battle raged on for a short time longer then the native warriors retreated quickly while covered by afew men.

OOC: The pistol will be accurate to about 20 yards, max. Anything beyond that is luck, and a large target.

IC: "Sor! Frackass sor!" a sergeant hissed.
"Stay out for now, sergeant. If it comes closer we join in. For now the French aren't all sure we're with them, don't want them thinking we're British Rifles and fighting us, no?"

"There's more of 'em sor. Froggies ain't doing too well."
"Very well. Take them out men."

Thirty riflemen were close enough to hear the order, or have it passed to them. Each aimed his rifle at one of the Indians, and when he was ready 'crack'. 'crack'.....
They were only eighty yards or so away. Easy shot for a rifle.

"There's more of 'em sor. Froggies ain't doing too well."
"Very well. Take them out men."

Thirty riflemen were close enough to hear the order, or have it passed to them. Each aimed his rifle at one of the Indians, and when he was ready 'crack'. 'crack'.....
They were only eighty yards or so away. Easy shot for a rifle.

OOC: They are also running very fast into the thick woods...

As the Mohawks ran they watched about five or six of their commrades fall to ground dead but they were beyond help, the survivors tomohawks were red and they were pleased.

ooc: better than no casulties at all, eh?
ic:
One private was hit in the back from a rifleman. He fell, dead. As the trees fell, they crashed on another man, and broke his legs. He laid still for a minute, but then picked up his musket. He would die anyway. He aimed at who appeared to be the best marksman (Hagman), and fired his musket at him. He had good aim, as he was from the Canadian backwoods.
The treeline moved back, and they ran quickly, jumping behind stumps as they went. One man said, loud enough so others could here, yet like it was suppsoed to only be heard by his comrades, "Shit! We are the only French around!" They crouched, and returned fire. When will they follow? the sergeant thought, holding his shoulder.
OOC: I've got 180 shots, not counting riflemen, well within musket range, and only one person is hit, and lightly? In return, from your seven men, I've taken three regular casualties and one Rifleman...

IC: The Riflemen fired a parting volley and ran towards the fort. Daniel Hagman was nearly hit, but the rifleman behind him took the bullet instead, blood blossoming from his neck as he fell. The riflemen cleared the bastion and entered the fort, just as the pickets and Indians fired one more time and ran for the gates as well. On the bastion, McCandless's gun crews had gotten ready, and the guns were belching canister into the forest, hoping to hit the enemy. Itwould not have a huge effect at this range, but if the enemy approached then they would be shredded.

On the ramparts, McCandless acknowledged the Lieutenant and then turned to Crossley. "Greetings Lieutenant Colonel, I am McCandless of the 74th Scottish Highlanders. It appears we had a bit of a skirmish, but things are cooling down now."

ooc: I know, by that I meant that Colonel would not fire a shot that would go the complete opposite dorection. And by leaders I emant ones who seemed to be leading- doing most killing. Sorry about that.

ic: More men fell, but then the crack of rifles was heard. "The British!" went up cries of exclamation. "NO!" cried a voice from behind. Colonel orlean pointed from his horse, "Look, the Indians have fallen. Those on patrol already met our new allies." He smiled smugly, as the French militiamen who were huntes chased after the savages, firing at their backs. A wounded indian was found on the fround Orlean rode up, dismounted aimed at his face, and fired. He then remounted, and rode bacl to the fort.
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A while later...
The messenger was afraid. He galloped faster, and reached a river. he followed it down to the French main force. He gave the letter to the commander. After he described the battle, the commander agreed to put 200 regulars under Orlean's command. They would arrive by the morning.

OOC: I highly doubt a French fort within one day's march of here would have 200 men to spare. French Canada is currently suffering greatly from a blockade, and a large British fleet plus marines and troops is blockading the St Lawrence and is ready to sail up it and attack Quebec and Montreal. Would the French really be able to spare four companies?

ooc: You never post casualties. Well within musket range, fired at many men, and not posting any, except 3 regular and 1 rifleman. Fire at a mass of men no doubt, in the open. Meanwhile, mine are hiding behind stumps and rocks.

ooc: Alternate history. If the French only fight British at major forts, then the british will conquer the wilderness surrounding the cities, and forc ethe French to surrender. Rping does not mean doing everything exactly the way it happened.

The men returned from the forest before sunset. They didn't yet know it well enough to prowl at night - that would come.
"Butcher's bill?"
"One man wounded, but recovering, from running into a tree."
"What happened" Nomara then asked
"Well, part of the tenth under Lt Carragher came upon a skirmish between Indians and French. His rifles killed five or six Indians as they fled."
"Well done that lad. For no casualties?"
"Aye. And we've got a makeshift map for several miles out of the fort in all directions now."
"Good. Tell the men to get some rest. If the French come wanting watchmen, make sure at least one in each group speaks French."

OOC: I've got 180 shots, not counting riflemen, well within musket range, and only one person is hit, and lightly? In return, from your seven men, I've taken three regular casualties and one Rifleman...

IC: The Riflemen fired a parting volley and ran towards the fort. Daniel Hagman was nearly hit, but the rifleman behind him took the bullet instead, blood blossoming from his neck as he fell. The riflemen cleared the bastion and entered the fort, just as the pickets and Indians fired one more time and ran for the gates as well. On the bastion, McCandless's gun crews had gotten ready, and the guns were belching canister into the forest, hoping to hit the enemy. Itwould not have a huge effect at this range, but if the enemy approached then they would be shredded.

On the ramparts, McCandless acknowledged the Lieutenant and then turned to Crossley. "Greetings Lieutenant Colonel, I am McCandless of the 74th Scottish Highlanders. It appears we had a bit of a skirmish, but things are cooling down now."

Crossley greeted the Scottish Lt.Colonel,

"Welcome to the fort Colonel, that is good news...when you are ready your quarters are on the second floor of the command building..carry on"

Crossley turned around and left the ramparts and met up with Major Munroe,

"Major where is Kipu and his war party?"

The Scottish Major replyed,

"They went on a recon mission sir, they should be returning shortly.."

Crossley nodded and continued on to his study. When he almost reached the building the doctor approached,

"Colonel, the wounded Frenchman told me that native woman..Halona is Huron, the daughter of a chief.."

Colonel Crossley replyed,

"Impossible Captian, we found her near a Mohawk settlement...that is rubbish, you are dismissed.."

When Crossley left he thought to himself,

"Damn it...o well there is nothing anyone can do, im in charge...she is of no threat to anyone.."

He went in HQ and sat down in his study where he poured a glass of Brandy trying to relax.

OOC: I would say the number should be slightly lower..maybe some where near 130-140 men? Quebec and Montreal will be under attack by General Wolfe if my memory serves me right...the forts standing strength is slightly over 700 strong, you have allies that numbers run about 500 plus your own...i wouldn't imagine you need much more..

Whne the sergeant approached, Orlean grabbed him. "Sergeant, unlike other officers, I do not care whether we are milita or not. You will respect my authority, and shall not eaves drop on me." He threw him to the ground. "Get the hell out of here." He turned to Dumas, "We must enforce discipline. Your men deserve to be shot, but are young. I will punish the rumour spreaders, if you punish the ones who commited the act.

"Fine the men will be whipped." Lt.Dumas said with a sadden tone. He really didn't want to this, but the rumour spreaders would pay their price. When walking out of his tent he heard the musket fire then some of Orlean's men leave. Lt.Dumas walked into the tent where Jacques and Alex were resting. "Get up soldiers."

Jacques and Alex both got up slowly. They gave him a salute. A sgt walked inside with a musket.

"You both are going to whipped for retreating."

Jacques and Alex both looked stunned.

"I'm sorry, but I have to do this."

Jacques and Alex were both lead outside and tied down to two seperate posts. Their faces faced the post and everyone could see their backs. The sgt came out with a whip and was getting ready. Lt. Dumas told Orlean to get the men here to watch it. He got his men ready.

"Jacques and Alex are getting five lashes each for retreating during battle."

The sgt then whipped them each five times. Some of Dumas' started to cry. Others could bear to look. Dumas saw the pain in their eyes. Jacques and Alex were released and they went back to the doctor to seek medical attetion. Lt.Dumas walked over toward Orlean.

"Is that a good enought punishment?"

When the doctor came back Charles asked. "What did Crossley say?"

When the doctor came back Charles asked. "What did Crossley say?"


The British medical officer replyed,

"He will deal with the matter immeaditly..but he also said it's rubbish and walked away.."

The officer shrugged,

"You shouldn't be too much longer in here, you will be transfered to the stockade within the walls soon...if i were you i wouldn't be too Egar to join your commrades private..those cells get cold"

"Why because he found her near that other Native village. If he wants proof then ask my commander or Sgt.Pierre. They will tell Crossely the same thing." Charles said in a commanding voice. Then he shook his head. "I don't care if it's cold. Atleast I will be with Sgt.Pierre. So where will we be transported once we get out of this fort?"

"Why because he found her near that other Native village. If he wants proof then ask my commander or Sgt.Pierre. They will tell Crossely the same thing." Charles said in a commanding voice. Then he shook his head. "I don't care if it's cold. Atleast I will be with Sgt.Pierre. So where will we be transported once we get out of this fort?"

The medical officer replyed,

"Well, it's out of my hands..if Crossley won't hear it then there is nothing anyone can do, if it was any threat the other natives of the fort would have said somthing to us.."

He continued responding to the question,

"Well, i would imagine you will be transfered to Camden in England..that is the best answear i can give you.."

"Maybe I can write to some of my relatives. I'm half English. That's why I'm somewhat good at speaking English."Charles stated. "My mother was English. Were are you from back in England?"

"Maybe I can write to some of my relatives. I'm half English. That's why I'm somewhat good at speaking English."Charles stated. "My mother was English. Were are you from back in England?"

The medical officer responded,

"Im from Wales, i noticed you speak good english private... im sure you will be permitted to send letters to your family, i don't see any reason why you should be denied that request.."

He contiuned..

"Where are your relatives from in England"

"Oh she's from somewhere in England. Thought she did mention something called the House of Hanover, but I never found out what they ment." Charles said. His mother did say she was part or related to the House of Hanover.

ooc: I will lower the number to 180, just to even it out to three companies.
ic:
A messenger rode out, and stopped the men. All but three companies had to return, in case of British attack,
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Colonel Orlean watched the whipping, ad turned away at the end. "Sergeant," he barked, "You know the two rumour spreaders, bring them to me." They were found, and saluted Orlean, "Good day sir." He looked at them and said, "You spread rumours. You let others know of cowards, but in the wrong way. You should have addresse dyour concerns to the officers. You will be punished." The two, also young, grew pale. The sergeant tied them each to a post. "Seven whips each." He added, "The other men would have gotten more, I'm sure, but beig shot by their comrades, and their embarressment was worse." The sergeant drew back, and began to whip the first's bare back. He cried out in pain, and fell afterwards, trembling. The other was also whipped, and cried out. They both had welts, and were then taken to be treated.
The men from the skirmish began returning. The doctors treated wounds from them, and graves were started as well, outside the fort walls, in a small fenced in area.

(Damn, because of RL i missed the good stuff..lol)

IC:
Halona hadn't realized that she had fallen asleep, until she jolted awake by a pain in her neck. Rubbing her eyes, the native yawned as she leaned back on her bed in her room.

Dumas watch as Orlean's two rumour spreaders were whipped. He looked at with a stern face. Then he turned and saw the men coming back from the skirmish. They were starting to make a cemeteray. "How many of your men are dead or wounded?"

Dumas watch as Orlean's two rumour spreaders were whipped. He looked at with a stern face. Then he turned and saw the men coming back from the skirmish. They were starting to make a cemeteray. "How many of your men are dead or wounded?"

OOC: Know that you didn't ask me the question, but hey

IC: "None, Colonel. What was all this about?" motioning at the men who had been flogged.
"Internal difficulties?"

OOC: Oh yeah, can't post til Sunday, at this rate will have ten pages to catch up.:(

"Yes you could say that." Dumas said.

"Oh she's from somewhere in England. Thought she did mention something called the House of Hanover, but I never found out what they ment." Charles said. His mother did say she was part or related to the House of Hanover.


The medical officer replyed,

"The House of Hanover is royalty and those related to royalty, it is unfortunate that you were fighting on the side of the French now isn't it Private..if what you say is true you are lucky but no matter who your mother is the chances you will be released before the war ends are slim, you are a prisoner of her majesty queen Anne"

Kipu and his remaining war party returned to the fort. The leader himself spoke with Major Munroe,

"Major Munroe, Kipu was located the French fort...we faught them in the forest, our tomohawks are red with the enemys blood"

Major Munroe replyed to the native warrior,

"Any prisoners to sell back us by any chance?"

Kipu shook his head,

"Kipu and his warriors did not take prisoners but killed many French, their trail is not hard to follow"

The warrior then described what direction and which path to take to arrive at the French fort, Major Munroe came to the conclusion that the single rider the war party intercepted was a dispatch rider,

"I will inform Colonel Crossley, thank you sir...have your men restock their power and ammo supply from our stores..you are also welcome in the mess hall to feed your men"

The Major turned and left, the warrior signaled his warriors who had been on the raid to follow him to the mess hall.

"I don't want to be treated different then the other prisoners. So you say that the current Queen is Anne and she is part of the House of Hanover? So that means my related to the Queen. I wondered if what would happen if are family moved back to England when I was younger. Well it doesn't matter now because I serve under King Philip V." Charles stated as he rested. He looked toward the doctor.

OOC: I was planning on posting the casualties afterwards, when McCandless asked for the Butcher's Bill, but due to our OOC arguing I did it sooner. It's true my men are in the open, but I was under the impression this fort had a musketshot distance cleared around it... after all, it's only common sense, and it seemed that way from the map.

You fired with seven men, it seems reasonable I'd take four casualties. I, in return fire, fired with over 40 men all the time, and an additional 50 men twice, and yet you still took no casualties. When there is a very large mass of bullets, even if you do have cover, it is very difficult not to get hit when the ratio of bullets to men is almost 15:1. And that's not even counting in the multiple volleys.

IC: McCandless thanked Crossley for his information, and then he oversaw the storage of the supplies to keep the fort from surrendering in a siege. When the riflemen, pickets, and Indians returned, he took stock of casualties and told the men to get some dinner at the mess.

you people write way to fast. Its great, but I am having trouble keeping up. Could we set-up some kind of time-table?

Can you also give some kind of summary of whats gone on?

ooc: This is my alst post 'til Sunday, I;m going away. Caladon, I'll make up for it in casualties from the Indian attack. My apologies.

ic;
"We lost 30 men sir." replied the tired private. Orlean overhgeard and said, "Thats bad. Half of my men in one attack." He sighed, and prayed that the regulars were more skilled and disciplined. He also ordered they hurry and finish the fort.

OOC: Okay, that's fine; I'm glad we worked things out.

Ebedron, basically what's happened is that there's an English fort in Mahican territory, with a little over 700 men, commanded by Crossley and McCandless. Opposing them are an indeterminate number of French troops and militiamen, as well as some mercenaries amounting to 500 men. It appears the French have built a rudimentary fort as well, that Crossley has just discovered.

On a smaller scale, an Indian woman named Halona is with the British, but a French wounded identified her as a Huron (Enemies of the British) so we'll see how things work out...

ok that helps thanks.

(OOC: Just to let all know, I'll be gone for a lot of today; you know how real life is. I should be back sometime later today, like in the evening.)

Michael left the mess hall late at night/early in the morning. He walked outside over to a small inn and saw British soldiers entering the fort. They looked very tired and worn out. Michael thought he should go and try to help them, but he saw British doctors and officers hurrying to them. Michael continued on, stopped, then turned and ran over to the flow of soldiers. He saw one soldier fall and he quickly tried to help the Redcoat up.Michael carried him to a hurriedly prepared medical tent and laided him on one of the wooden tables. Then, he turned and ran back to the soldiers and tried to help them one way or another. He took their weapons and laid them down, he took their luggage, and even joined the doctors to help them with several injured soldiers.

John MacDonald, a surgeon with the Scottish company, thanked Michael as he came over with the wounded man to the table. "Do you have any medical experience, sir? We could use your assistance."

I dont know much. I can mend some bullet and sword wounds, but thats becaosue i had to to save my life. I can help set bones back in place as well

The surgeon nodded to Michael and said, "That's good... just aid anyone that a doctor is not already helping."

Their assistance appeared to be ignored in building the fort; Nomara's men finished the section they were working on and took a break. The two companies had returned from patrol and rested; they were now milling around in camp, brewing up and cleaning kit; especially those few who had fought earlier.

Colonel Crossley sat in his study writting in his journal, the rain from outside beat down on the roof of the command building. The Native allies had informed the British of the rough whareabouts of the French fort that was hidden in the forest, Crossley was also debaiting on how to deal with that issue.

He knew that Commander Nomara had sided with the French therefore their strength would be far greater than he had orginally expected, this situation had to be handled with care. Crossley stood up and walked over to the window where the rain pattered off the glass, the land here was so green and fresh, the Colonel knew once the British had taken this territory land owners would be making the most profit therefore the queen had granted him many acres of land for his service in the Americas.

Nomara sent Schwarz to arrange watches with the French. His men could take responsibility for a section of the wall; or alternatively stand the entire guard every few nights. However, a few of their own picquets would be set in any case...they didn't yet know how good French watchkeeping was.

Lt.Dumas looked at Schwarz and explained the guard duty. "Can your men do it for the next few night while my men rest. After that we will switch off every day. Also can your men start to work on the barracks to house the men? We need at atleast 8 of them."

"Our men will stand guard tonight. If there is no action tomorrow we may stand tomorrow night also; after that your men should be fully capable.

We will build barracks to house ourselves; any more than that would detract from scouting the area to get to know it better and, in all probability, fighting the British in the next few days."

Colonel Crossley looked at his 30 militia men. Sorry looking bastaards. He was ready to admit that he was infact demoted, given Colonel as a mear title. Then, he heard a distatnt drum. It got closer and closer. Then, he heard fotosteps. At first, he thoguht they were british attacking. But then he heard a French tune. He smiled. The regulars had arrived. He ordered the gates opened. He put his full uniform on, and on horseback, rode out to them. They were three companies, 180 men, less than what he wanted. However, much better than militia. They formed three squarews, and stood rigid. Their Captains, and Major commanding them all had buttons that flashed in the light. The major turned command over to Orlean, who in turn made him Executive Officer. The militia formed up. They looked sloppy. Orlean shouted, "Regulars, show them true precision." All at once, they placed bayonets on their rifles. They pointedd them forwar,d and bgean to approach the militia men. Orlean halted them. They wer enow standing tall. "I expect you to be like that all the time. You shall obey the regular commanders." He looked at the troops, "Set up camp, gentlemen. Dismissed!" Drums sounded, and the officers shouted, "GOD SAVE FRANCE!" As they worked on camp he rode to Dumas, "Now we have a real French fighting force."

Dumas just shook his head. Orlean just thought of the militia as worthless and human shields for the regulars. Orlean was a poor commander. He had lost half of his militia force. While Dumas didn't care if his men were regular or militia. They were fine men and had made some Englishmen die. Dumas didn't bother to see Orlean's new regular force. He rather his men and told them. "Don't let Orlean or those regulars treat you like dirt because some of you are militia or volunteer."

"Sir, more French soldiers!"
"What type, how many, and who commands?"
"Regulars, near two hundred, and they've turned over command to Colonel Orlean."
"Good. Good news. Hopefully this should give him the upper hand over Dumas."
"Sorry sir?"
"Surely you've noticed the two frog colonels always at each others throats?"
"You could say so."
"Well, this should give Orlean control, making the whole lot more effective. Hopefully he'll give the militia a bit of discipline, and the regulars a bit of forestry, and between them they'll be quite effective for fighting here."
"Sir."
"Ah yes. Dismissed."

It was the rain that awoke Halona this time, she sat up, got her comb out and brushed her hair before standing and walking out of the safety of her room. Feeling rather hungry, the young woman made her way to the mess hall, the large building not being difficult to spot through the rain. Halona entered, looking around her and seeing what there was to see.

Orleans walked over to Dumas after the entrance. "You didn't come to see the regulars." He stated, however, was really asking for an explanation.

"Oh sorry Orlean. I had to tend to my troops." Dumas said. He looked at Orlean. "Also to Jacques and Alex."

"They will be fine. Every action has consequences. I will visit them later though." he sighed sadly.

"No you cannot see them. I have given orders that nobody, but by my men and me can see them." Dumas said. He knew that sigh was fake and Orlean didn't really care.

ooc: BTW, Orlean does care.

ic:
"You are dividing the army by drawing lines between our men. We should be unifying them."

"How about the militia men who you just killed half of and how they are not the
"real French fighting force". You care about your men. I care about my, but you will follow my orders when inside my fort. Fort Wilderness. How do you like the name." Dumas said.

Crossley was drinking again, he sat in his study sipping on some brandy then stood up placing the glass down, then walking towards the door he picked up his hat placing it on his head. He left the command building going out in the pouring rain, soldiers nodded to him as he walked by, he returned the friendly/respectful gesture they had given him. He seen the native allied leader, the one whom they called Kipu and approached him,

"Well done, that was a real thorne in their side..keep it up, we are all proud of your actions today..also i am sorry for your losses"

The native leader wasn't quite sure on what to say and simply nodded. Colonel Crossley watched Halona enter the mess hall and followed,

"Halona, wait.."

He quickened his pace holding on to his sword handle to stop it swaying back and fourth..

Halona felt the wind on her back as the door to the building opened and she turned from leaning against the wall and saw Crossley coming towards her. The woman gave a respectful nod, "Hello sir, I was just coming to get something to eat."

Halona felt the wind on her back as the door to the building opened and she turned from leaning against the wall and saw Crossley coming towards her. The woman gave a respectful nod, "Hello sir, I was just coming to get something to eat."


Crossley smiled,

"No need to call me sir right now miss Halona, ..i have received word that Charles the wounded Frenchman has told my sergeons about you..including my head medical officer...but nothing will come of it, it will be as if it was never heard.." He said quietly...

He shut the door behind him, there were afew British redcoats in the messhall eating and they all stood up when Crossley came in,

"No, no..sit..please..." He said loudly gesturing down..

Halona clenched her fist, "Sir, I suppose it would be a crime if I were to kill him? Your men may not know about it, and you may act like nothing has happened but the natives..."
She gazed around, trying to see if she could spot any, "They won't forget it; thus may do something."

Halona clenched her fist, "Sir, I suppose it would be a crime if I were to kill him? Your men may not know about it, and you may act like nothing has happened but the natives..."
She gazed around, trying to see if she could spot any, "They won't forget it; thus may do something."


Colonel Crossley sighed looking around to see if anyone had heard her,

"I cannot let you do that Halona, it is punishible by death..."

He continued..

"It will be fine, as for the one they call Kipu..he is under my command and will not betray us, he needs us as much as we need him...just relax, everything will be fine.."

Halona relaxed her shoulders somewhat, "Yes sir, you have my word I will not do anything. So, that is the native man's name, Kipu?"

Halona relaxed her shoulders somewhat, "Yes sir, you have my word I will not do anything. So, that is the native man's name, Kipu?"

Crossley sat down at one of the end tables, it wasn't common a Colonel entered the non commissioned members eating area,

"Please..sit.."

He continued..

"Yes, he calls himself Kipu..a rather dangerous fellow in my opinion, he is fearless and exactly the kind of allies i need to defeat the French.."

"They will get impatient and eventully they will come, we are ready Halona...i have realized my regulars are not as useful as Militia here, i never thought i would see the day when the militia had such use..suprizing really, but anyways..Kipu can be trusted to a certian extent..i do not fear him, he swore alligence to the Queen...as long as we hold up our end they will continue to do so in return"

"He lost 17 men today, it's tragic..but they seem to just move on without pain..they are pleased when their tomohawks are red with blood...the word is they killed over 30 soldiers.."

The young woman sat down at the table and remarked after William was finished speaking, "Be careful Mr. Crossley, I love being a native however most of us exaderate much. I understand your need for Kipu, and his need for you, however I must correct you when you say that they seem to feel no pain. You will se Mr. Crossley, that next when they attack they will attack with the strength of the bear; the battle will be more bloody and things will be done that your people may view as uncalled for to the french."

Crossley nodded,

"They fight in a manner in which i could never conduct myself, but it is effective agaisnt my enemys...it has proven that way today"

He spoke in a low tone,

"They know about such things as honor, respect and loyalty...i have given them the amount of trust that i feel good about, i also respect them.."

Colonel Crossley looked to the window,

"The suns going down and it still rains like cats and dogs..bloody hell, what a misserable day this has been..eventful but misserable"

Halona sighed, "You're right, it is a good way of fighting, I have seen it many times."
Halona sighed again, "I know it is horid outside.."

(OOC: bump)

"I am a ahigher rank sent to your aide. However, it is your fort. did not order half of my men to go, my militia officers did. That shows how poorly they fight, doesn't it? If they had informed me earlier, this would not have happened. But, since it is your fort, and you insist on acting on your jealousy, I will leave. You have no need of us anymore. Hav efun with your fort." He turned to walk out, but then added, "I will have your commission, or at least some other form of punishment, Dumas." He ordered the officers to get gear together. He then sent word to the greenackets on what happened. Follow us, Dumas will get all of our men killed. We will march elsewhere, as Dumas apprently insists on calling it his fort, and divides our men.

Dumas ran after Orlean. "Fine it will be our fort, but don't leave. I will work together to defeat the British. If we don't then both of us will fail. Also how do you like the new name of the Fort. Fort Wilderness?"

As he was saying this a private had finally finished make a flag pole. He got the help of some other men and they pulled it up. Then the private came back and had a French flag. He tied it to the rope and the rop went up. French flag could be seen clearly.

Nomara met the messenger on his way to meet with the French commanders.

"Gentlemen, what the HELL is going on here? Do both of you wish for the British to have the victory here, or is it mere coincidence that you make it appear so?

Ever since we have arrived, and seemingly before, you have been engaged in an unseemly struggle for command. It divides your men, it confuses them, it damages morale, and it only helps the British.

Now can the two of you sort out your differences, or will you have to fight a duel like men to settle the issue? Because if this drags on I will be forced to leave you to it, taking my men with me. I am not squandering my followers on holding up your end of this war while you sort out internal problems."

(OOC: bump)

Halona sighed, "You're right, it is a good way of fighting, I have seen it many times."
Halona sighed again, "I know it is horid outside.."

Crossley replyed to Halona,

"I am used to open field combat where British infantry officers march right at the enemy, once we let off afew volleys i come charging in with my cavelry... uner the cover of artillary..lines break and we chase down retreating soldiers"

He sighed,

"I will get my chance here, i am one of the finest cavelry commanders in the america's"

Halona smiled, "I'm sure you are William, it seems you have good men under you. Not that I would trust any of them being alone with me; however they seem loyal and that is a good thing when you are in a war. William, I do trust you."
She slightly leaned forward, her dark brown eyes gazing in to his own, willing him to believe her statement as truth.

(OOC: bump)

(OOC: bump)

He turned to Nomara, "I knew telling him I would leave would work." He turned to Dumas, "It's a good name. Now, anything else we must do in preparation for an attack?" He address edthe last sentence to both gentlemen.

"I guess we wait until night." Dumas said.

"My men are now reasonably familiar with the surroundings, so I can now split my forces if necessary, to cause havoc to any British force passing through the woods.
For anything else, we are as ready as we have ever been."

(OOC: bump)

In the absence of any activity, Nomara's men cleaned their weapons and maintained their equipment. A few men played dice, or cards; this was permitted, but their sergeants would crack down hard when money was seen changing hands.

OOC: Interest ppl?

except for enlisting, idk what i can do.

should i just join you as aa scout?

As a new day came, Nomara decided his men would venture out; through the forest.
They would visit any Indian tribes that could be found, beginning to win them round to their own side; for this they would go without the French, who already had allies and enemies amongst the Indians, and thus could not reach out to those allied with the British.
And any British forces they met out there, would be destroyed. That would help with the process of winning the Indians round.

Five hundred men, in their five companies, left the French fort. He had informed the French of this plan, but did not expect them to come along. They moved off, scouts out well ahead, and to both sides.

(OOC: Sorry all, I've been away for an unexpected amount of time..I'm sure you all know how real life is sometimes..I'm back!)

IC:
Halona stood from where she sat from once she had talked with William, "Sir, I'm going to get something to eat."
She then nodded as she made her way through the mess hall, through the tables where she saw bread and a kind of soup.
"I could do better than this," Halona murmured as she took two pieces of the bread and filled her bowl with the soup. She missed the deer, rabbit as well as other meats from her tribe however she sighed as she made her way over to a table and sat down with her food. The hall was packed with men, Halona didn't know who they were however she began to quickly eat as she thought she had seen the warrior party in the building however could not tell because of the lighting.

(OOC: bump, anyone?)

Elements of the Regiment were approaching the British fort with caution. A few of the best shots, who had rifles, were going to attempt to shoot sentries.
Even if they only got one or two, it would make the British wary even on their own walls.
They came on carefully through the woods.

(OOC: Has the rp run it's course? Is it over for this rp? I hope not..but if it is it's been awesome!! Lets keep it going if some people want it to!)

OOC: Sorry I'm quiting due to i'm leaving soon and will not be able to get to a computer for a month,

OOC: I'm ok to continue it.

OOC: I'd definitely like to continue it if possible...

(OOC: That's great that you all want to continue it! I'm sorry that one is leaving soon, however it was nice having you in the rp..thanks for joining!)

OOC: I need Ostia, ideally, to continue. I'll keep an eye on this thread for him posting again.

(OOC: I'm the same with NS(reallydrunk..I wonder where he is/has been?)

im still here, it just had nothing to do with me. But, if i get a summary on the different sides, i may be able to post.

OOC: Me with 500 mercenaries, Cherry Ridge with I forget how many French soldiers, with militia and Indians.
On to'other side are Caladonn, ReallyDrunk, with British soldiers, militia and Indian allies.
And there's Tarayshia controlling one fairly out of place Indian. Canadstein was controlling the French militia but he left.

Realizing that a battle was inevitable, Michael approached the commander of the fort, and offered his services as a guide and sharpshooter

The men approaching the fort were reaching the edge of the undergrowth; as far as they were aware they were undetected.
Six riflemen wormed their way into shooting positions. Another six were just behind, to pass them loaded weapons giving them a second shot - they would then assess the situation, and quite possibly withdraw.

They began watching the movements of the sentries.

(OOC: I know this would be more easy with more people..especially the original ones that had joined. However, I haven't seen any of them online..such as reallydrunk for example..I'll try to keep this going..however since my character is just one person
:(
I may not be much help..)

IC:
Halona left the dining hall a short time later, walking out in to the daytime breeze. She leaned against a wall, her hands at her sides as she enjoyed the wind and the quiet.


(OOC: Like I said, I don't know how much I can do, since I can't control anyone else with out their permission of course..)

OOC: Well, I agreed this one with Caladonn, so I assume he'll be dropping by soonish to post on it.

OOC: Sorry I couldn't post sooner...

IC: The sentries on the wall looked out over the forest... one saw a movement in the bushes, but attributed it to animals. The guards were from McCandless's second company, regulars who were bored with this posting to the far wilderness...

(OOC: I hate this post..I think it's laim.)

IC:
Halona began to walk around the fort, coming up behind a centry.
"Excuse me, sir? Is there anything happening?"

After talking to a quartermaster, he recieved his weapons, and supplies. He was then told to get up on the walls and watch the outside.

Daniel Hagman turned to Halona, and said, "Not much seems to be going on, Miss. Still, you never know, we could have some action soon."

OOC: A very close friend of mine was killed recently, i will be returning to NS soon..sorry to keep you all in the dark.

Reallydrunk']OOC: A very close friend of mine was killed recently, i will be returning to NS soon..sorry to keep you all in the dark.

(OOC: It's ok..that's more important than this is. I lost my aunt a few months ago so I know how you feel. Feel free to come back anytime! And, if you can't come back don't worry about it.)

OOC: My heart goes out to you man... I'm really sorry that happened. Whenever you're feeling like coming back, let us know. Until then, I'll be happy to RP for all the Britishers.

Reallydrunk...words aren't enough mate. I'm so sorry... Only one piece of advice, stick with your friends through it...helps.

Their sergeant whispered hoarsely
"right, lads. line yourself up a shot, then wait a bit. when i fire, you fire. then if we can we whack off a second, if not we scarper. got it?"
He got nods.
"good. give it a minute or so to pick out a shot."

Major Munroe had assembled a large number of recoats in the parade square to keep them on their toes by some drill practice, Colonel William Crossley stood in the window of the command building watching the troops march back and fourth below, there was a knock on the door and in stepped an infantry Leiutennet,

"Colonel, indian scouts who have just re-entered the fort have reported troops moving near the south...recon i would imagine sir for an attack.."

Crossley nodded,

"Have all the nessasarytroops prepare to move to their positions..BUT do not make it look as if we know they are comming...understood leiutennet? i also want a squad of Dragoons to do patrols around our perimiter..have their movements watched from the walls..everything must look normal!"

The officer gave the Colonel a slight bow then wheeled and left the room closing the door behind him. Colonel Crossley hoped there would be a full scale attack so to put a dent in the enemy forces, if they made a full scale attack Crossley had plans to crush them where they stood.

OOC: I would like to thank all of you, and i am officially back!

Halona nodded at the man's reply to her question, she then turned from the wall and began to walk about the square that the fort was in. It was times like these that the young woman felt useless, she knowing that all she had was a pistol and knowing that even if she had more that the men, especially William wouldn't let her fight. She looked up at a window, seeing William as he watched the troops. Her dark eyes met his, and for a brief moment she wondered if his thoughts ever turned to her.

Crossley looked down at Halona and smiled and nodded to greet her, Crossley was interested by the mysterious young women who he had first taken prisoner but they had developed a friendship and understanding of eachother. He then glanced towards a short coloum of dragoons leaving the fort to patrol the surrounding area,

"And now...we wait.." he said quietly to himself

The young woman gave a slight nod of her head towards William as she straightened her shoulders and began to walk towards the command building that William stood. She walked in to the building, searching for the room that William was in. Finding the door, she knocked upon the wooden door and waited for a reply from the other side.

ooc: realdrunk, i just now read what you wrote and i give you my deepest regrets. Even though you may not know us, or atleast me, our hearts go out to you.

on a happier note, im glad this is coming back.

The young woman gave a slight nod of her head towards William as she straightened her shoulders and began to walk towards the command building that William stood. She walked in to the building, searching for the room that William was in. Finding the door, she knocked upon the wooden door and waited for a reply from the other side.

Crossley stood in the window and replyed to the knock,

"Come in Miss Halona.."

Crossley turned around and he wore his complete dragoon officers uniform, he had recently changed out of his formal attire. He walked over to his desk and picked up the bottle pouring a drink then took another glass from his desk,

"Care for one?"

He smiled..

OOC: Thank you very much, it's a long process but life does go on...it is still some what in the shocking stage. He is the third to die on my street in the last 3 years, im only 19, he was 16 and his name was Lee Edward Butler..may his memory live on, he was a very good person.

Yeah, I dunno if anyone's posting anymore... I'll continue to post if others will, but I'd like to let you all know that I just started a new RP, set in the late Roman Republic. You can either RP as a Roman political character's faction, with intrigue, politics, gang warfare, and province governing, or a foreign tribe/nation, which connect to the scene in Rome. I highly suggest you join, it's going to be really cool. here's the link:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=489901

I know some of you may be wary of a more major RP on an onsite forum, but we may switch it to offsite at some point, and even if it is onsite we'll have a central thread with links to all other threads and their descriptions.

Halona opened the door, leaning back against it as she entered the room.
"You'll never give up drinking, will you? However, since you find it so appealing..."
She walked over towards the table, picking up the glass and bottle and pouring some of the liquid in the bottle in to the glass.
Setting the bottle back on the table she said, "William, I want to help fight."

(OOC: bump)

(OOC: bump)

Halona opened the door, leaning back against it as she entered the room.
"You'll never give up drinking, will you? However, since you find it so appealing..."
She walked over towards the table, picking up the glass and bottle and pouring some of the liquid in the bottle in to the glass.
Setting the bottle back on the table she said, "William, I want to help fight."

Colonel Crossley grinned,

"Halona, that is quite impossible..i cannot allow you to fight, you are a civilian..please leave these matters to my staff and i"

He took a drink of the Brandy,

"I recognize that you feel as if you have no dutys here at the fort but there is only so much that you can do, i am sorry...wars are for soldiers"

He watched her awaiting a responce, he could tell that she was egar to do somthing for the war effort but she was not a solider and probably never fired a weapon in her life.

Halona sighed, "You can teach me, give me a quick lesson in this matter. Nothing is impossible William."

Colonel Crossley laughed then replyed to Halona,

"Alright Halona, you want to fire a gun.."

Crossley chuckled once more then continued,

"I will show you how to fire that pistol you carry around, but don't think because you will be able to shoot you can be on the ramparts when the enemy comes.."

"Accept my terms?"

Crossley took another sip out of the glass awaiting a reply....

Halona smiled, thinking that two could play this game.
"You are mocking me mr. Crossley," she smirked as she held up her pistol looking William dead in his eyes, "I could shoot you with this, I know how to make quite a nice shot with the pistol. However, now that would not be benificial to ither one of us dear William."

Halona smiled, thinking that two could play this game.
"You are mocking me mr. Crossley," she smirked as she held up her pistol looking William dead in his eyes, "I could shoot you with this, I know how to make quite a nice shot with the pistol. However, now that would not be benificial to ither one of us dear William."


Crossley walked out from behind his desk and looked Halona in the eyes and said,

"Miss Halona, i have looked into the eyes of many an enemy..there is no indication in your eyes that would would squeeze that trigger shooting me where i stand"

Colonel Crossley walked over to a glass cabinet and removed a very fine crafted pistol,

"Lets go out to the parade square so i can show you a little of what i know.."

He strapped on his sabre and looked at himself in the mirror straightening out his red jacket,

"Hurry along now.."

Halona smirked again, "I have no reason to wish harm to you William, none at all you have my word."
She watched him gather himself as she lowered her gun, "I must say that I think you a fine man with any kind of weapon, if it is not to bold of me to say."
She followed him out in to the square, the rain from earlyer that day had stopped as she waited for William to make his move.

Crossley strolled into the parade square followed by Halona, soldiers all around came to attention when they seen him. He stopped facing the left side of the fortress,

"Leiutennet! fetch two barrels and several tin mugs from the stores..now"

The dragoon rushed off to carry out his duty, in the meantime two soldiers put a long board across the tops of the two barrels where the tin mugs would be placed. Once the leiutennet returned he placed the seven tin mugs across the wooden board and an eighth was placed on the end,

"Ok Halona, first i will show you.."

Crossley cocked back the hammer on the pistol and aimed quickly, then he squeezed the trigger..

*BOOM* smoke errupted from the barrel..

The tin mug went flying backwards and hit the fortress wall falling to the ground, the hole was right through the middle,

"Now..your turn, grip the handle, stand to the side, hold it outwards, aim, breathe out...FIRE!"

Halona followed Williams instructions after watching the mug hit the wall. She stepped back, cocking the gun, aimed and after letting out her breath she fired. She watched as the mug flew backwards, seeing the hole wasn't exactly in the center like William's hole, however close as she inspected her shot.

Crossley grinned and spoke,

"There! that was a good shot.."

He signaled one of the infantry officers to come over then asked him,

"Pistol Leiutennet?"

The officer waited for Crossley to reload then passed him his own, Crossley adjusted his stance then aimed at one of the mugs,

*BOOM*, he quickly raised the other pistol and fired again, *BOOM*

Two tin mugs flew through the air and hit the wall behind the barrells, he looked at Halona and smiled,

"There! we will not work on that one today though, take another shot..this is how you reload this.."

He passed the Leiutennet the two pistols and started the process of reloading Halona's, once it was complete after afew seconds he said to her,

"Take another"

"I can fire these from horse back aswell, it is complicated but not impossible.."

Halona waited for William to pass her a loaded pistol before her eyes focussed upon him, "You are showing off to me, no need for that Mr. Crossley."
She adjusted her stance again, aiming for one of the mugs and at a quicker more accurate aim she hit the mug in the center and watched it smash against the wall with a satisfied grin upon her face.

Crossley smiled,

"Miss Halona, i assure you, i don't show off.."

He watched as she hit the target once again,

"Bravo! wonderful shot miss Halona..now i think it is you who is showing off?"

He grinned at his comment then looked at the other officers who stood behind him,

"We should put her in with the regulars, yes? aha"

The other red coated officers laughed talking amongst themselves, Crossley looked at Halona,

"You have a talent for this sort of thing, you shoot...like a gentleman?"

He cracked a grin once more while taking his fine pistol back from the Leiutennet,

"Some day i imagine we will have guns that fire mulitiple shots...no damned reloading after every single shot, make things so much easier.."

Halona laughed, "I could be a gentleman, one never knows now do they?"
She smiled as William spoke and then she replied, "You have quite the emagionative mind Mr. Crossley, I have no doubt in my mind that men so obsessed with killing things will come up with such a weapon."
She then looked at William the grin still on her face, "Should we go at it again? Or, do you have something else in mind."