(alowyn) Peace at all costs...

[Elrid]

Elrid was not a happy man at the moment. A scouting party of raiders had come back to tell of their spoils. They had all been doing so well with not attacking villages mindlessly and this party thankfully not of his scouts went out and massacred a village. He got wind of there being a person that had run from them but they were sure that they'd shot the girl down. Of course no one had seen where she got off too and she was still alive the last time they saw her. Of course Elrid being the logical man that he was sent word off to Aloywn to meet him on the outskirts or their encampment and away from prying ears.

Elrid had a great respect for the fallen Saxon Princess. He did consider her family far better rulers then that of Cedric's flesh and blood in a sense. Yes Alowyn's father had been Cedric's brother but the two men were completely different. Elrid at least had has his whole family when Alowyn's father had been in control. Elrid was getting sick of the bloodshed. He knew that the Sarmatian Knights so no good in them. Maybe with Alowyn's help and her alliance with Arthur they could start thinking different. He was sure that was a far cry in the future but could a man at least have some hope.

Elrid was stern and serious most times on top of that he was a man that would protect what he had left at all costs. Yes he had his weaknesses but no one really mentioned them if they knew and not many knew of them anyways. He walked out to the meeting place he had indicated for Alowyn and waited his back against a tree and weapons on him just in case he met with foe instead of Alowyn. He took a deep breath and surveyed getting lost in thoughts about Bethan. The only woman to take his complete soul away from him. However he knew at the current standpoint he could not have her. He let his thoughts wander while he waited.

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[Alowyn]

Giving the leather reins a gentle tug, Alowyn waited until her black stud had slowed to a stop. Turning around in her saddle, she looked behind her back, looking around cautiously. She was no longer at Hadrian’s Wall, she was in Saxon land. The same land that she used to call home, until her father’s death. But now, she was unwelcome by most Saxons, including her cousins, with the exception of Kendall, and a few others. Today, though, she was planning on meeting with Elrid, one of the chieftains. She didn’t him very often, but Wryn would occasionally deliver letters containing information from Elrid, to her. Once she had made sure that no one was following her, Alowyn squeezed her legs, sending Bron forward.

Alowyn was taking a big chance just by coming here. She had struck up a deal with Arthur about defeating Cynric, and reclaiming her throne. But if one of his spies spotted her, and word got back to him, she was pretty sure he would think she was a spy for Cynric. Things were slowly getting better, and Alowyn was doing everything she could, to make sure it remained that way. It would be an understatement to say that if this little trip went bad, she would be mad at the world. Tilting her head back, Alowyn gazed up at the sky. It had already been snowing at Hadrian’s Wall, but the weather was different here. The precipitation came down in the form of rain, but temperature was dropping. So, it wouldn’t be long before it turned into snow.

The horse and rider duo rode for an hour or so, before Alowyn pulled the war horse to a slow walk, watching as the mud splattered everything around them. A few minutes passed before the horse and rider came upon Elrid, at their meeting place. ”Elrid.” Alowyn said curtly, giving a nod of the head, before sliding her sword into the sheath near her saddle. Grabbing the saddle horn, she slung her leg over, before stepping down, and turning around to face him. ”What was so important that you summoned me down here?” Aly asked, tilting her head to the side, hoping nothing extremely bad had happened.

her outfit – look in the icons & a cloak, her horse, her falcon.

[Elrid]

Elrid was thinking about what he was going to say to Alowyn and how she would react to what he said. There was no doubt that he was completely loyal to her cause and yet he could still stand loyal to the stupid person. He never used his name often. He really didn't like Cedric's son and he hated Cedric just as much. Of course he could pretend. Play spy and double agent with such ease and dignity that I never matter much to him. However gauging the others attitude at times was not easy. Still he respected Alowyn very much. He would do anything for her and that included die to protect that which she held dear. If she was found out by their own people he'd hurt the first person to lay a hand on her. If it be Arthur's men then he would have plenty of explaining to do and well he didn't want to ruin the peace for all of them. He was not that type of man. He had to be serious and calculated.

Bethan came into his mind along with his son. He hoped that they were safe for the moment. He would go crazy if anything happened to them. That's why he was so angry with the raiders that had gone out and mutilated a village. Of course they probably wouldn't live long to speak about it though. It was senseless and he hated senselessness. No one mounted attacks in winter. As a matter of fact even though they could stand the cold and such they would not attack unless they had the right supplies and other things. No it was just stupid to do such things at the moment. Now was the time for calculated strategy and probably kidnapping. He let out a soft sigh and his hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Someone was coming.

His eyes opened. He didn't know that he even had them closed. However as he opened them he saw Alowyn coming up to him. He stood back up and made another double check around the satisfied that no one had followed him or her for that matter. He gave her a nod as she said his name and watched her dismount. Chivalry had not died on this man but the woman before him did not need a man putting down a coat or anything for her. No chivalry with Aloywn was something totally different. Still he held himself to a higher honor code then most Saxons. She faced him once again after she dismounted and being the woman he knew her to be went straight for business.

"I called you here because of information I have. Raiders are going out to the villages closer to the Wall of Hadrian. I do not know if this has gotten back to Arthur just yet. One of the raider groups met with a young woman as they were mutilating a village. They said they shot her and were sure she was dead but no one saw her body for sure. Has anyone come to the Wall injured?" Elrid knew the description of the victim and knew her to be somewhat familiar to him. He was not sure why but it was probably because of all the people that had kidnapped over the years. He stood there not saying anything more waiting to be told any information she had.

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[Alowyn]

Alowyn leaned forward, giving the war horse a gentle stroke, keeping him quiet, listening quietly. She didn’t hear any angry voices or horses stepping around, so she was going to assumed she was still under the radar. Aly, for the most part, wasn’t welcome in Saxon land, and she knew that for a fact. She had betrayed her own people, but in the end, it was for her own good, and the people’s common good. Whenever she gained her crown and authority back, things were going to change. Aly was going to return the Saxon society back to the way it had been whenever her father had ruled. Instead of focusing on gaining more territory, they were going to focus on themselves. They were going to stop raiding and destroying helpless villages, and the war with Arthur was going to come to a stop.

The war had lasted five years, five years too long, and as soon as Alowyn had the power; she was going to end it. It was a waste of supplies and man power. Not to mention the fact that most of the blood that had been shed; was innocent blood. Whenever it came down to the war, Alowyn gladly stood by Arthur’s side. He was a King who was only interested in protecting his people. The fact that he was willing to bargain with her, just proved to her that he was a great man. A much better man than Cerdic or Cynric. So yes, you could most definitely say she was glad to take a stand beside Artorius Castus. Alowyn was willing to do whatever it took to get the crown back and defeat Cynric. After all, her parting words to both Cerdic and Cynric had been, ” I will bring you down when you are least expecting it, that's a promise.”

It didn’t take long before Alowyn saw the meeting place that she shared with Elrid, and him sitting there waiting patiently. Gripping the leather reins, Aly gave them a soft tug, pulling Bron to a stop whenever they had come upon Elrid. Murmuring a soft hello, Aly gave a curt nod, before stepping down off the horse. They had known each other for a while, and by a while, I mean years. Elrid was one of the very few that Aly trusted. She had him, Kendall, and a few spies in the Saxon armies and that was it. Whatever news they could give her, was important, and extremely helpful. Turning around to face Elrid, Aly allowed one hand to rest comfortingly on Bron’s neck, giving him a stroke every once in a while.

Alowyn soon found herself listening intently as Elrid relayed the information, her brows narrowed. Lady Marina had been found near death, and brought back to the wall. Whenever she came too, she had told them a group of Saxon’s had ambushed her and trainee’s. Marina and her group had split up though, and she had managed to kill the Saxons that followed her; so the trainee’s must have allowed some of the Saxons to get away. ”Lady Marina was injured by Saxons, but she killed her attackers. Her soldiers must have allowed a Saxon to escape or something by accident.” Alowyn said, thoughtfully. Aly allowed a soft sigh to escape before continuing onwards, ”Arthur is aware, and none to happy about it, nor is Marina. Marina has been on a war path every since her attack – which means she is healing.”

her outfit – look in the icons & a cloak, her horse, her falcon.