Subj : Peace] move 6c
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From : mbottorff@sprintmail.com
Date : Sun Mar 04 2001 12:01 pm

From: mbottorff@sprintmail.com (Michelle & Boyd Bottorff)
Subject: Peace] move 6c
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Colonel Mik shakes his head at Lyfun.  Speaking quietly, he says "No,
we're going to need our weapons.  Edgar, John, come with me.  Mik,
Jeffey, and Lyfun go untie the horses.  Get as much tacking on them as
you can, then come over to the weapons tent.  We'll get the weapons;
we'll give you a couple minutes to take care of the horses.  If the
alarm gets raised, get the horses to us as fast as you can and we'll
bolt.  Ride double if we have to.  Probably dangerous to ride at night
through the trees, but less risky than fighting.  If we get split up,
lets try to meet back at the last inn we stayed at.

The Earl of Sniegrass wispers back "And get my trumpet, too!"



[ Lyfun ]

You already had time to get bridles and reins siutated on seven horses.
There are ten horses here at the moment, some from the new group, some
from the king's "army".  You didn't think you could get saddles on
without it being noticed, but have draped saddle blankets over the
horses.  The young boy immediatly asks "Where are the saddles?"  

"In the supply tent."

"Well, let's go get them, then."

"We don't have time for that."

"You can't exp--

His words are cut off as the older guard covers the kid's mouth.  "This
should do.  We'll have to ride sanssaddle as best we can-- and in the
dark, we'll probably have to lead the horses anyway until we get out
into the clear."

He looks at the boy.  "If your trainers didn't teach you how to ride
sanssaddle, they should have been horsewhipped."

You think the boy's expression is sullen, though it's hard to tell in
the dim light.  "The first time I fell off, they *were* horsewhipped.  I
had the whip right in my hand."



[ Edgar, John ]

You slip over to the tent the weapons are supposed to be in.  Mik looks
at the tent, then says "Deer skin.  Poorly cured.  Why couldn't they
have stretched the skin properly, let it cure correctly?"

You look at him.  He reaches up into his shirt, and pulls out a small
knife with a four-inch blade.  "I'ld rather avoid going through the
front door," he says.  Slipping around back, he holds the knife over the
cloth of the tent.  "Brother John, would you be so kind as to make some
sort of a natural-like noise, one that might cover up the sound of me
cutting?"

Brother John complies, sounding remarkably like a night owl, as Mik
makes a 20-inch cut down the tent, then another cut sideways at the
bottom of the first cut.  As Brother John holds up the cut, Mik looks in
carefully, the slowly reaches in, and quietly pulls out a sword.  Then
another, and another.  He reaches in again, starts pulling something
out-- and it slips out of his hand, falling with a distinct metal
clatter.  You hold your breaths, hoping that no one heard the sound, for
a couple seconds.  Then, as you're letting out your breath, you hear the
sounds from inside the tent of metal being hit together-- not loud, like
someone raising an alarm, but definitely not random noise.

You hear the rest of your group coming with the horses, trying to
approach quietly from near the permiter of the woods.



    [=]
  **   *   B
 *      *
*   X    #A
*       * 
 *     *
  ** **
    *



Key:

*   Tent
#   Tent with weapons
[=] Wagon
X   Fire
A   Brother John, Edgar, and Mik
B   Lyfun; Ger; and Jeffey, Earl of Sniegrass
Note:  surrounding the entire area are trees.  The tent circle is
approximately 30 feet across.   

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