1868-09-15: The Lord Captain Commander
The Lord Captain Commander
Summary: Rollo Tusca makes a decision.
Date: IC Date
Related: The Siege of Goldhollow pts I-IV, Westwar
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Rollo  

Rollo stood on the wall in the rain and looked down at the carnage that was Goldhollow. He thought of the city in the past tense as so much of it was laid to waste that he had a hard time imagining it making a comeback. Not that it couldn't mind. Just that it was difficult to imagine. Fires swept through streets, most of the buildings around Galenthia's fortifications were little more than one or two waist high walls. The Rain had helped clear away much of the smoke and had put out all but the most stubborn of the fires, especially the one near the cith's former Alchemy colege. He wondered if that place would EVER stop burning.

"Father?"

Rollo turned to look at his son, more or less healed thanks to alchemy and a good medico. The fact that his son had stood against the Blood Axe and not only lived, but by all accounts had wounded the man made him proud. He was right to wear his spurs, he had earned them. He turned back to look at the city. However hsi son should not have had to be in this situation. He made a fist and took a deep breath. "Is the Lord Captain Commander Andrev here son?"

The boy, no, the man took a step forward. "He is father. I urge you to reconsider. I know you are following your heart but duty … "

Making a cutting noise, the Seigneuries of House Tusca cutting him off with that simple gesture. He took a deep breath. "My duty is to the Kingdom of Heaven, Our House, and then our family, all of which is in peril. I will do my duty as I see fit." He turned and drew his blade. THe magnificent Lightsilver and Rose gold weapon glimmered in the light. Water ran down it's fine edge, and he nodded in satisfaction. He locked eyes with his son. "You will be my second. Do not take action to avenge me should I fail." He waited for the boy's nod. "Tell The Lord Captain Commander that one of his Lord Captain's issues the challenge. I will be there in ten minutes."


The fight had been the most intense two hours of his life, and this form a man who had survived Benide. The Lord Captain Commander, Mikel Andrev had been a Hedge Knight, but due to his prowess had risen in the ranks of the Templar Order Militant. He was the finest blade he knew, and this coming from somebody who had dueled the Princess Atreis al'Ramar. He was no Viscount Riene, but he was damned close, and the rapidity of the clashing blades had proven that.

Neither man had asked for quarter. Rollo Tusca, as the challenger, had stated his grievence, and none of the five hundred Templars denied the claim. So the tow had fought. In the end, God's Bloody Blade stood panting over the dying man. He had knelt, held the man's hand and said a prayer for him. Then when he stood, covered in the blood of Andrev and his own, the five hundred Templars, plus the three thousand retinue had knelt. Somebody called out "THE ONE WILLS IT!" The cry reaching every throat in the camp.

It was at that time that the rains cleared. He nodded once and sheathed his blade. He turned to his son who stared at him in awe. "Inform the Baron Thomas Chandus of the Kingdom of Galenthia that the Lord Captain Commander of the Templar Order Militant wishes to speak with him." The boy nodded and sprinted off to obey. He then turned to his senior Knights. "Prepare the Moongazers. Send a rider to the Cardinal's forces. Inform him of my orders for my men with him." He turned and walked back to his tent. He had his wounds to see to, and plans to make.

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