RP Session 3: "The Diemen Gambit"

Putting the setting sun at their backs the small party rode into the restless no-mans-land. Even the air between the two realms was stilled, as if the elements themselves held their breath through these few tense, liminal miles. A small contingent of Medoerean scouts, lightly armed and atop swift destriers, broke away from the small camp by the gates and rode behind them for a mile or so before breaking off and returning home. Some at least must still be travelling this way for them to pass out of Medoere without question, but entering Diemed would certainly be quite another matter.

As they drew closer at a cautiously nonchalant pace the true scale of the Dieman camp grew clearer. A cohort of the Duke's elite infantry obvious in their imposing plate and mail, a party of Diemen regulars with halberds and bows, and a full cavalry company under a freelance banner. A force no less than six hundred strong if they were at strength, and many of their number veterans, greater in both number and quality than Caerwil's defenders.

The line of the border might be invisible but crossing that imagined barrier was subtly palpable, and within moments a party of riders broke away from the outskirts of the Diemen camp and rode towards them.