Of Beasts and Knights

Horst: "I will make the effort not to."

"Good"

*Horst nods, and turns around, walking back towards his horse and tent*

"I think you doubt them too much."

"Enough."

rodrik earns a glare from the knight

*Horst returns, mounted, with his shield hung from the horse's flank, a heater shield bearing the device of a dragon rearing on its hind legs, jaws closed in a regal pose, and with several black lines protruding from its chest. The paintwork is slighty crude, showing signs of repair, with very slightly different shades of paint. His helm is a visored barbute, offering good vision, but compromising on defensive use against arrows with its large eyeslit. In his right hand he carries a poleaxe, with an unconventionally pronounced top spike, and not one, but two handguards, placed one in the conventional place, but the other much further down.* "I believe we can deal with this."

henry: May sigmar be with you, Horst

*meanwhile, Rosa has got back to marching with the army*

Horst: "The same, henry. well then sellsword, time to show your worth."

*It is at this moment, henry notices a man in red armour riding from the east. from a copse of trees.*

Vorstan: "Care to tell what that was about?"

henry looks in that direction

Rosa: apparently i'm some destined warrior who this khornate woman is going to train or something.

Malden: *Sniff* "I coulda told you that. and i'm not a clairvoiaeanet." *He starts coughing up some viscous black liquid*

Vorstan: "Clairvoy... He's not listening."

*The encarmine rides up.* "Sir henry, i just ran across something... well rather gruesome i dare say."

Rosa:...okay then....

Henry: spit it out then

Encarmine: "I believe i have found our missing patrol. It is... quite hard to tell."

Vorstan: "So, this woman believes you to be a destined warrior. I somewhat agree."

Henry:...Be specific.

Rosa:.... oh how wonderful

Encarmine: "Varied methods, but all rather mutilated."

Vorstan: "You're practically invincible. If you're a bad warrior, you're doing something very wrong."

"....Horst, Check it out."

Rosa gives a highly sarcastic smile

Horst: *he gently pushes his horse into a walk.*

*The encarmine pulls his horse around to follow horst*

Vorstan: "So you're capable of smiling."

henry does not go with them

Rosa: Thought I'd forgotten how.

Malden: *Sniff* "Amazing what good." *HACKING COUGH* "Company does."

rosa:....*looks at the floor* I've just realised I've forgotten what having friends is like.

Malden: "Well... "

Vorstan: *Cuts him off* "Even you cannot be this stupid."

The tzeechian sheild maiden rides on her wolf to the side of Rosa a bow in her hand and a book on her hip eventually a tzeechian bird flies in and lands on her shoulder with a scroll around its neck .

Rosa:...hello

" hello there little cub , are you getting tired?"

rosa: not particularly... and you are?

*She notices the large tzeenchian warrior beside rosa raise his hand to the gigantic zweihander upon his back. His armour bears rune upon rune, painstakingly embossed or etched into his plate in gold, and a few sparkling opal cut stones*

" I am perfectly fine , I was going to say I can give you a lift if youre tired"

"...No thanks...I can walk"

*The warrior releases his grip on his sword, and simply shakes his head, and walks on*

Synt looks at the warrior grabbing out a book " tzeechian warrior catch " she tosses him a book with glowing blue engravings on it " you should read that I got it from aa sorcerer during one of our raids "

*the book stops mid air, levitating in front of him, slowly rotating, allowing him to inspect it without it coming into contact with him*

It appears to be made of flesh of fallen foes holding vaste knowledge clearly a great sorceror once wrote this , on its cover is a carved blue bird.

"Perhaps i shall. Indeed, perhaps."

Rosa: so...what do you want?

Horst: "I only have the one horse. so yes."

" oh nothing just keeping an eye on everyone"

"....yay. I've got a bloody guardian angel. Could have used you a couple of years back. and every day since then."

*meanwhile where thorgar is*

*Thorgar is at the head of the warband, absent mindedly sharpening an axe while he scans the treeline.*

*Reinhard it walking alongside him*

Horst: "Keep your eyes open sellsword."

*heavy footsteps approach thorgar. Earth shaking ones.*

*with a fluid motion, he swings his shield off his back, slides his hand down the axe shaft from holding the blade, and palms the whetstone in his shield hand, ready to hurl it at something*

He sees the cause. A doombull. An unusually large one.

*Does it look angry? is it moving towards him?*

*not angry... well, more than they usually are. But yes towards him*