Lawrence remained seated as he turned his body back to the table. He started to calculate the distance between the many different towns and cities of Britannia. During this time he was calculating the marches, travel time between each place before reaching the north of the massive island. But he knew something else, he needed a spy network if he wanted to confirm his suspicion and the rumors that come to him. So he began to think and would stay there thinking of making a couple of fast runners for this to work.
Grant leaned on the table as Hull was at work
“What do you need me to do? I can’t be bored for days in end.” He asked, examining the map once again.
“What do you need me to do? I can’t be bored for days in end.” He asked, examining the map once again.
Lawrence still deep in thought said to the Horsemen of Death,
"We are within the South-Western Portion of Britannia, I need a spy network set-up and to do that I need to hire some fast and stealthy men. I need you to go around the other towns around this one and find some men that will be useful for the cause while at the same time not heading near the recently captured Camelot which held by the Demons. currently."
"We are within the South-Western Portion of Britannia, I need a spy network set-up and to do that I need to hire some fast and stealthy men. I need you to go around the other towns around this one and find some men that will be useful for the cause while at the same time not heading near the recently captured Camelot which held by the Demons. currently."
((Just chillin not knowing wot am doing))
Bos didn’t know much about these lands. Her own country didn’t have much written history about other places. There was even little on its own history. Most facts about the past were told through stories. So events often got mixed up or something along those lines. It was impossible to tell whether something actually happened or not.
Therefore, she was going in almost completely blind. It wasn’t abnormal. Bos wasn’t scared of the unknown, she simply didn’t know the best course of action. Not yet anyways. For now she’d lay low. Keeping her aura and magic out our to a low. So at best she could pass off as a semi skilled sorcerer of sorts. Or to anyone without an ability to real magic levels, just a normal person.
Being new into town Bos wasn’t sure where the best place would be to stay the night. So she began to wander. Looking for anything semi decent in terms of inns.
Bos didn’t know much about these lands. Her own country didn’t have much written history about other places. There was even little on its own history. Most facts about the past were told through stories. So events often got mixed up or something along those lines. It was impossible to tell whether something actually happened or not.
Therefore, she was going in almost completely blind. It wasn’t abnormal. Bos wasn’t scared of the unknown, she simply didn’t know the best course of action. Not yet anyways. For now she’d lay low. Keeping her aura and magic out our to a low. So at best she could pass off as a semi skilled sorcerer of sorts. Or to anyone without an ability to real magic levels, just a normal person.
Being new into town Bos wasn’t sure where the best place would be to stay the night. So she began to wander. Looking for anything semi decent in terms of inns.
Strife, after hearing that one of the Sins was one of the previous Fairy Kings. So he was going to get info. One Way or Another. Even if the Continent will hate him for it.
He would walk out the tavern and would summon the Phantom Horse,and would set a course to the Forest.
He would walk out the tavern and would summon the Phantom Horse,and would set a course to the Forest.
As he finished his plans and routes he said, "Grant while you head to the south I'll head North-West to the Gower Peninsula. The Kingdom of Swansea is mostly uncontested there and with a large population of around 300,000, I can make not only an outpost but an actual Foward Operating base there. But I will be making a third base in Cardiff which lies between this town and Swansea. However, this room will remain as the main base. So I shall be taking my leave brother." He then grabbed a backpack and said his final goodbyes before setting out.
As he left the Tavern he notified one of the older recruits of his first mercenary group that he was leaving and once they gathered up in the next days, have march to Cardiff where they join the other recruits (once he gets there).
After that talk, he walked to the outskirts of the village and summoned his Horse and began his trek to Cardiff and Swansea.
As he left the Tavern he notified one of the older recruits of his first mercenary group that he was leaving and once they gathered up in the next days, have march to Cardiff where they join the other recruits (once he gets there).
After that talk, he walked to the outskirts of the village and summoned his Horse and began his trek to Cardiff and Swansea.
In a few days time, Strife would reach the forest. He seemed to enjoy the place as the wildlife was fun to hunt, the berries were edible enough, and the quiet was enough to make his decision, and the
So the plan was simple, he would wait until the Sin came here, then would ask them questions. If they didn't answer, blow the brains out. Surely a former king would still care about his people.
So the plan was simple, he would wait until the Sin came here, then would ask them questions. If they didn't answer, blow the brains out. Surely a former king would still care about his people.
A few days have passed (around 4) and Lawerence arrived at the Town of Cardiff. It was a fairly large town and was peaking into city-level but wasn't quite there yet. Lawrence had arrived a few hours ahead of his original schedule which a welcomed surprise. Once there he would de-summon his horse and walked into a large bar. There he would take a sheet of parchment paper and wrote and drew on it. It was a fairly simple thing he made but it was quite effective, it was a flyer that said he was recruiting for a mercenary company and any who wished to join would meet him out of town a mile away in a nearby farm.
After he was finished making it, he admired his work and placed it on the bulletin board, and left. Lawrence thus began wondering the town and watched as children were playing games and barters between stalls were being made. But something did catch his eye, he saw a warehouse that looked a bit worn down and said was for sale. There was a sign that told of the sellers and where they were located at and what time they were open. Under his mask, Lawrence smiled as he walked his way to the sellers location.
After he was finished making it, he admired his work and placed it on the bulletin board, and left. Lawrence thus began wondering the town and watched as children were playing games and barters between stalls were being made. But something did catch his eye, he saw a warehouse that looked a bit worn down and said was for sale. There was a sign that told of the sellers and where they were located at and what time they were open. Under his mask, Lawrence smiled as he walked his way to the sellers location.
Meanwhile Bos still had no new leads. She was beginning to wonder if either she was doing something wrong, or the report had been false.
She sat at a corner table in a bar. Her back to the wall and making it neigh impossible for others to come up behind her. Not that she sensed any danger at the moment. It was just a precaution. Bos took notice of who came and left. Her attention focused as one stranger posted a notice on a board. They had similar things at taverns in her country. It was probably a job, and in all honesty if Bos was going to be staying longer than she thought she’d need to find a way to make cash. Of course she had plenty stored away back home, but there was no way to transfer it to her pocket. No way to notify the gold keepers that she’d withdrawn money.
Bos stood up and made her way to the board so she might inspect the notice. Mercenary work. Might be good. She could fight and stuff. At least that’s what Bos thought mercenaries did for their work. Plus, it definitely looked more appealing than the other jobs. . . .
((What does it say needs to be done to contact ppls and stuff??))
She sat at a corner table in a bar. Her back to the wall and making it neigh impossible for others to come up behind her. Not that she sensed any danger at the moment. It was just a precaution. Bos took notice of who came and left. Her attention focused as one stranger posted a notice on a board. They had similar things at taverns in her country. It was probably a job, and in all honesty if Bos was going to be staying longer than she thought she’d need to find a way to make cash. Of course she had plenty stored away back home, but there was no way to transfer it to her pocket. No way to notify the gold keepers that she’d withdrawn money.
Bos stood up and made her way to the board so she might inspect the notice. Mercenary work. Might be good. She could fight and stuff. At least that’s what Bos thought mercenaries did for their work. Plus, it definitely looked more appealing than the other jobs. . . .
((What does it say needs to be done to contact ppls and stuff??))
War would eventually find the Sellers place as the door was slightly opened. Lawrence entered through the door and into an office like area, he looked around heard noises in the back wonder towards. Once there he saw two men argue over something that he did not care about when one of the men saw him and stopped arguing with the other,
"Justin a customer!" He yelled towards his partner, "Sorry about, I am Winston and this is my partner, Justin, were a retailers firm that helps sell the buildings in this town of ours and I can tell when someone wants to buy, now what would you like to purchase" Said Winston. Winston was a moderately sized and somewhat overweight blonde male with good quality of clothes on and spoke with sopofiscated accent that was mostly reserved by the Upper Class.
Lawrence said to him, "Of course, I wish to get that warehouse within the south-eastern portion of this town."
Winston and Justin looked at him stunningly, they looked at each other and nodded, "Well sir... the thing is... It's part of a large estate that is a seventh of the town, you see it used to be own by a man called Zaratras over in the Kingdom of Liones far north of here but since his death, no one has claimed it as theirs and as such we had to sell it. But you're the first buyer we had to buy this place. In total it will cost around 30000 Gold to buy but by looking at your gear it seems money won't be a problem... But that place gives me the creeps for some reason but I'm sure you will get used to" Winston laughed.
Lawrence then placed his hands into his battle jacket's pocket and it seemed he magically conjured 10 Large Bags from his pockets and placed on the floor near him. The Partners were silent as Justin than slowly walked behind and looked for a map and the deed. It took a few minutes but he returned the map of the Estate and deed to it, he remained dumbfounded as he saw the bags of Gold.
Lawrence in his mind was yelling at himself as he brought 100000 gold, 300,000 Silver, and Unaccountable amount Coppers. But he carried as he took the deed and looked at the map. It was a large hold the Hull had bought and didn't know it was this large, The map showed in the Front there was large Gatehouse that looked upon the rest of the town and at the end was a large Manor/HQ where the former owner basically spent most of his time. There was a large Tavern, around 14 Towers, and many different houses that littered the Place. In total Lawrence estimated around 25,000 men can be stored here, which in his eyes was a win. And so he took all the necessary papers and sign the deed under his name Lawrence Hull and proceeded to head to his newly purchased base.
Back at the Tavern, the paper he posted was getting attention by a few former Holy Knights who fled from the east and by the younger males there who saw it as an adventure of a lifetime. The paper basically said that "are you bored, do wish for adventure and calling, or do you need money to pay yours or something else in entirely, if this you then head to Rabdrige farm in two days, its the largest one west of Cardiff. But if you don't make then I or a representative of mine shall be in this Tavern where you can be recruited from. "
"Justin a customer!" He yelled towards his partner, "Sorry about, I am Winston and this is my partner, Justin, were a retailers firm that helps sell the buildings in this town of ours and I can tell when someone wants to buy, now what would you like to purchase" Said Winston. Winston was a moderately sized and somewhat overweight blonde male with good quality of clothes on and spoke with sopofiscated accent that was mostly reserved by the Upper Class.
Lawrence said to him, "Of course, I wish to get that warehouse within the south-eastern portion of this town."
Winston and Justin looked at him stunningly, they looked at each other and nodded, "Well sir... the thing is... It's part of a large estate that is a seventh of the town, you see it used to be own by a man called Zaratras over in the Kingdom of Liones far north of here but since his death, no one has claimed it as theirs and as such we had to sell it. But you're the first buyer we had to buy this place. In total it will cost around 30000 Gold to buy but by looking at your gear it seems money won't be a problem... But that place gives me the creeps for some reason but I'm sure you will get used to" Winston laughed.
Lawrence then placed his hands into his battle jacket's pocket and it seemed he magically conjured 10 Large Bags from his pockets and placed on the floor near him. The Partners were silent as Justin than slowly walked behind and looked for a map and the deed. It took a few minutes but he returned the map of the Estate and deed to it, he remained dumbfounded as he saw the bags of Gold.
Lawrence in his mind was yelling at himself as he brought 100000 gold, 300,000 Silver, and Unaccountable amount Coppers. But he carried as he took the deed and looked at the map. It was a large hold the Hull had bought and didn't know it was this large, The map showed in the Front there was large Gatehouse that looked upon the rest of the town and at the end was a large Manor/HQ where the former owner basically spent most of his time. There was a large Tavern, around 14 Towers, and many different houses that littered the Place. In total Lawrence estimated around 25,000 men can be stored here, which in his eyes was a win. And so he took all the necessary papers and sign the deed under his name Lawrence Hull and proceeded to head to his newly purchased base.
Back at the Tavern, the paper he posted was getting attention by a few former Holy Knights who fled from the east and by the younger males there who saw it as an adventure of a lifetime. The paper basically said that "are you bored, do wish for adventure and calling, or do you need money to pay yours or something else in entirely, if this you then head to Rabdrige farm in two days, its the largest one west of Cardiff. But if you don't make then I or a representative of mine shall be in this Tavern where you can be recruited from. "
More people seemed to take an interest in the job posting that Bos thought. Maybe the people of this country weren't wimps like most of those Bos had met in her homeland. There was a reason there were more specialty groups made with a powerful few than large armies. Bos just hoped she wouldn't be having to compete for a job. Not like she'd lose, but she would rather this be as easy as possible. She had plenty of magic and raw power. Alas her strategists, Abstinence, Diligence, and Kindness, weren't present to help her should she need more brains. To be honest, Bose had enough common sense to lead but left most of the planning to her subordinates.
Taking a deep breath Bos turned to look around the tavern. It'd be hard to see through her dark-tinted glasses if not for her naturally enhanced eyesight. She had no clue how to get to either location posted on the job notice. So she'd have to find the man who posted it or the representative mentioned. Who was it? Bos probably wouldn't be able to tell at first glance.
Taking a deep breath Bos turned to look around the tavern. It'd be hard to see through her dark-tinted glasses if not for her naturally enhanced eyesight. She had no clue how to get to either location posted on the job notice. So she'd have to find the man who posted it or the representative mentioned. Who was it? Bos probably wouldn't be able to tell at first glance.
Lawrence arrived at the newly bought estate and the outside like earlier looked a bit worn down but could be easily fixed. He through the nearby door nearby the gate and unlocked and went into the main street of the large land he now owned. He saw much abandon but maintained houses, The Tavern which had seen better days, Towers that needed to be manned and The Manor. He walked towards the Manor and saw a separate building connecting into the manor. It was the barrack, which surprised him but it made him smile slightly.
Once inside he saw the large but empty rooms which sadden him all the gear was taken out and it did leave him a dilemma. He needed gear and uniforms but his Shipment wouldn't arrive until a few weeks and even then it needed to be picked up at the drop off point. So he knew he needed to use a bit of magic. So after taking off his backpack he sat down in the middle of the room while he started to conjure a spell that would last only a few seconds. Red waves began to surround him as a small openings began to form in different places around. After a few more seconds crates began to appear from these openings in reality and crates of different sizes began to spew forth into the room.
Lawrence would stay like this for 15 seconds before 80 crates were in the room. He had summoned them from storage out of the Horsemen's homeland. Lawrence after his spell readjusted his hat and stood up. He walked to one of the crates and ripped the top with gloved hands and saw the uniformsand smiled and now knowing the helmets were in another. He went to another crate nearby, opened, and this time his smile grew, it was the Needlers. To him this what his Company needed. Now he needed to wait until tomorrow at 10:00 a.m for his recruitment at Rabdrige farms to call his excursion here a success.
Once inside he saw the large but empty rooms which sadden him all the gear was taken out and it did leave him a dilemma. He needed gear and uniforms but his Shipment wouldn't arrive until a few weeks and even then it needed to be picked up at the drop off point. So he knew he needed to use a bit of magic. So after taking off his backpack he sat down in the middle of the room while he started to conjure a spell that would last only a few seconds. Red waves began to surround him as a small openings began to form in different places around. After a few more seconds crates began to appear from these openings in reality and crates of different sizes began to spew forth into the room.
Lawrence would stay like this for 15 seconds before 80 crates were in the room. He had summoned them from storage out of the Horsemen's homeland. Lawrence after his spell readjusted his hat and stood up. He walked to one of the crates and ripped the top with gloved hands and saw the uniformsand smiled and now knowing the helmets were in another. He went to another crate nearby, opened, and this time his smile grew, it was the Needlers. To him this what his Company needed. Now he needed to wait until tomorrow at 10:00 a.m for his recruitment at Rabdrige farms to call his excursion here a success.
At the time, the Sins had been on their way to find more people to help out. After a bit, King's natural tie to the Fairy King's Forest seemed to tell him that someone was there that wanted to speak to him. King told Meliodas about this and they decided to head there. It would be a couple of days until they get there, but they would arrive nonetheless.
Lawrence was busy cleaning up the main HQ as the inside there was much dirt, dust, and cobwebs the liter the Manor. At the moment he found himself in what he considered to be the former War Room as there were maps that in barrels, pieces that were on tables and swords, and shields that were left in the building. Lawrence knew where he would spend most of his days during his times in the city as he really didn't rest but if he did it would a short power nap.
As he settled in the room, his mind wandered to his brethren. He wondered how Strife was fairing, how Grant was doing, and where was the Horsemen of Famine at. As he let his thoughts get the better of him, he pulled a chair from a stack and placed it near the table. He then sat down in it and began to wonder and plan his next course of Action before tomorrow.
As he settled in the room, his mind wandered to his brethren. He wondered how Strife was fairing, how Grant was doing, and where was the Horsemen of Famine at. As he let his thoughts get the better of him, he pulled a chair from a stack and placed it near the table. He then sat down in it and began to wonder and plan his next course of Action before tomorrow.
Strife was getting impatient.
And not your normal type of impatience. No, by now there were at least 6 corpses with a hole in their head. Which left the fairies to plead for their lives. Not only that, he was bored.
So he looked at the fairies and decide to play a game. He would let them go and think they would have a moment of freedom, only to shoot them in the back, and ask where was their former King, and if they didn't answer in 5 seconds, he would shoot them.
This cycle continued until one told him that he was coming. So he decided to leave, taking what he thinks is the strongest, especially the one-eyed one. Then loading a Lava round, he would see fire to the forest, leaving with the survivors to bring them to Lawrence.
And not your normal type of impatience. No, by now there were at least 6 corpses with a hole in their head. Which left the fairies to plead for their lives. Not only that, he was bored.
So he looked at the fairies and decide to play a game. He would let them go and think they would have a moment of freedom, only to shoot them in the back, and ask where was their former King, and if they didn't answer in 5 seconds, he would shoot them.
This cycle continued until one told him that he was coming. So he decided to leave, taking what he thinks is the strongest, especially the one-eyed one. Then loading a Lava round, he would see fire to the forest, leaving with the survivors to bring them to Lawrence.
Hull was keeping himself busy by cleaning up the War Room and all-round making the place look spiffing. He continued to clean and was planning to clean the rest of the Manor and the Barracks to get the recruits in a somewhat cleaner and militaristic style of living while serving under him. To him having good hygiene, good manners, good eating habits were the makings of a great army.
But as he was cleaning something came into his mind. He then looked North of the room and sensing something. He concentred on that area and found out why. Through his connection to the other horsemen, he was able to sense Strife was putting his own plan in motion. In his own mind, Hull said to himself, 'Be careful brother, there are dangers all around us. I hope you remember our training in the art of battle.' He stopped thinking of what was happening and continued his plan like normal.
But as he was cleaning something came into his mind. He then looked North of the room and sensing something. He concentred on that area and found out why. Through his connection to the other horsemen, he was able to sense Strife was putting his own plan in motion. In his own mind, Hull said to himself, 'Be careful brother, there are dangers all around us. I hope you remember our training in the art of battle.' He stopped thinking of what was happening and continued his plan like normal.
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