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Jericho
"Go kill Darkborne artillery on a ridge, skulk around in ruins, or hunt stags. I'm sure you can pick quickly enough." Audaton spoke dismissively, his footsteps clinking as he now walked upon the stone pavement of the inner courtyard. He'd arrived just in time to hear the men collectively holler at Maria, for ingesting... something. Presumably alcohol of questionable origin. His instincts say it's just normal black market alcohol, or alcohol brewed from hunted game, or worse. But, being a Guardian, and most of all, a commanding officer, he still has to make sure. Spotting a quiet Lieutenant Finn simply packing up his Light dust, unfazed by the whole ordeal, Jericho simply walked up to him, chin sticking forward as he looked upwards at the soldier's eyes.
"What's that... juice made out of?" Audaton gestured at Maria with his halberd.
"Dunno." Shrugged the Lieutenant. This was rather surprising for the Guardian. And usually, a sign for proper concern and punishment, but no doubt, the men would've seen excessive amounts of punishment, given that the Group Commander is... comically incompetent.
"I will repeat myself, Lieutenant. What is the liquid made out of?" He stated, being more serious this time. With a defeated sigh, Finn faced him fully and begun talking.
"With all due respect, sir, more than 500 men have come and gone in this outpost. Fine men, good men, strong men, smart men. We're posted on this useless rock, enduring through rainstorms, droughts, floods, and Darkborne, not to mention Demonspawn, all while the sun is melting us alive, and the winds are trying to scatter our ashes into the air. Half of our original Group was burned alive by a Darkmage, using the alcohol in their bellies." Finn snapped, enough for almost everyone in the courtyard to hear. The once-raucous garrison troopers were now silent, and still, like statues. His anger was enough to make the viscount appear, as a distant face from the upper courtyard looking down in contempt. It was then that Jericho figured out that he bit off more than he could chew, and activated Clarity, just enough for Finn to refrain from doing anything stupid. The Lieutenant's voice became more hushed after that, but the emotion did not subdue.
"Do you know what an entire courtyard of charred corpses smell like? How it feels to just... pick them up and toss them into a pile? They were all men once. Men with families, and lovers. I'll kill that fucking Darkmage with my bare hands if I ever get the chance. Command stopped sending us alcohol ever since. We went one full year without anything to drink. Until a few months ago, when a mage stayed at our outpost on a mission, and brewed us this 'juice' using magic. It tastes good, and we can't get lit on fucking fire after we drink it. The last thing you should worry about is whatever's in the fucking juice!" He finished, quickly walking up back to his quarters. Lieutenant Motley simply shrugged at Jericho, being rather sympathetic to him as he followed Finn up the stairs.
A brief moment of awkward silence ensued, and everyone went back to a subdued normal routine after that, with all the guardsmen generally being quieter. It took a few seconds until Jericho himself regained his full senses, and simply breathed relief. Thankfully, that didn't escalate into anything worse. Clearing his throat, he looked back at the groups that were going to head out. "Well. Let's go. Good hunting." It seems that they've overstayed their welcome for the time being, and perhaps doing some good might solve this conundrum. But for Jericho, his duties now is to inspect the men, and the defenses. He was commanding officer, after all.
After the wee exchange with Finn, the air inside the quartermaster's room was rather quiet, minus all the squeaking puppy-sized rats still present. Everyone resumed with what they were doing, albeit not being nearly as noisy as they'd been. Sculley was no exception to this. The Finn lad had always been twitchy, and the peg-legged quartermaster was one of the only men that had survived here as long as the man. Being one of the 'super old breed', Sculley was rather familiar with Finn, and no doubt he was heading back to his quarters for some... personal rest. Even he didn't know what the Lieutenant gets up to in his quarters, and from the large betting pool surrounding Finn's particular activities, of which Sculley had his money on 'making new water canteens', neither did the guardsmen.
But enough of that. His business is in the here and now. Digesting all the information, and all the fresh items that had been offered up for trade, he quickly spoke, being a veteranswindler tradesman. "A'ight, good deal, gentl'men. Yer stuff is all good, Angelman. Ye get 5 shots, and 5 shots is all ye get." The man told Audun, with a dozen or so rats scurrying towards the cloak and immediately pulling it off the table, and transporting the cloak into the depths of the quartermaster's room. "Don' worry 'bout et, they're kind rats. Still rats, but 'eh." Sculley muttered, as he pulled a crate with five cannonballs, complete with their propellant charges, out into Audun's view, nearly tearing a back muscle while doing it.
"Thank ye, kind rocklady. This'll be fine..." He proceeded to pick up the crystals. These would make as fine condensing lenses for the nighttime spotlights, and in an emergency, shiny bright illuminated smoke to daze some of the higher level Darkborne, given that some magic is infused into them. For her reward, he whistled at the men playing with the 'Supa-Boom', and they threw the bundle of dynamite at him, with sad faces and whining noises more suitable for children than for grown men. This was all Sculley's stuff after all, and his word is the law when it comes to his stuff. Offering it to Spessartite, he nodded. "Put et tae' good use, aye?"
Lightly smacking a few rats off of the table where Aymeline had left her peppermint leaves down, he cupped them into a tighter group, and swept them into a handy burlap sack that he always keep beneath the tables, sealing the entrance with a rope. With a deft whistle echoing through his side of the 'castle', Sculley hollered at everyone. "Food call! Fer' Big Ay!" And like clockwork, all of the veteran guardsmen immediately reached into their pockets for all the food they carried on them. Half-crumbled ash cakes, half-opened cans of pemmican, and even whole burlap sacks worth of apples and fruits, along with other freshly plucked vegetables, were handed over quickly, with the guardsmen nodding and smiling at the Giantess. Soon enough, the random assortment of foodstuffs and medicine came under Aymeline's possession, and the outpost men returned to normal.
Sculley grabbed enough food from the pile to hand over to Maria, along with her stuff. Of course, he had to put down her shortsword to do it, and the weapon was now lost to the rats, as they scurried over it. And then, as a final reconsideration, Sculley also yanked the three-sword abomination from the stooges that had built it, and threw it onto the pile along with the food and medicine. Never can be too careful.
The ruins stood barren, just as they were left when the Darkborne took over. A once-prideful cathedral stood in the center, being the circular structure depicted in the hand-drawn maps. Time has taken its toll upon everything within this place, with moss and decay plaguing every structure. The forever-unfinished scaffoldings and framework that lay frozen in time are scattered throughout the ruins, and the puddles of yesteryear's rains could still be faintly felt through the boots of anyone who would tread here. Scorch marks, as well as overall structural damage could be seen everywhere, and an overall sinister feeling surrounded the area, haunting the stonework of these buildings, that still stood tall through the fires and the flames of war
. From their position, nothing could be spotted with the naked eye. What the intrepid adventurers do now, is up to them...
Elsewhere, the ridge was far off, with the forest returning back to absurdly tall pine trees as they strayed further away from the outpost. Wildlife, some dangerous, most not, stumbled across their paths along the route, with no big incidents thankfully. All the herbivores and small creatures fled from the noise and sight of the group, while the other dangerous animals kept their distance and watched from the shadows. The visage of the trees slowly turned more and more hostile and haunting as they approached their target destination, with branches and leaves resembling knives and talons, prowling overhead, while the pebbles and stones beneath the ground took on the appearance of a predator's eyes, stalking the every footstep of their prey.
As they reached a small clearing, the forest opened up slightly, and the chittering of Darkborne could now be heard just ahead. Battle is almost inevitable at this point, but how it will play out is up to the adventurers...
Near the outpost, however, things had taken a turn for the interesting. More and more men joined Leafa and Skyler's little hunting festival, with even a few gunners joining with their frustratingly inaccurate muskets. The stags that had originally been grazing around have mostly fled, and the hunt has turned into a twisted skeet shooting contest, as fresh stags quickly galloped through the clearing, still en route to some unknown destination. The hunt then turned into an all-out hunt, as the men now shot using their stomachs, not their minds. Rabbits, squirrels, coyotes, foxes, even birds were fair game, and a great many of them were shot down more or less in the edges of the clearing. It seemed to be a good hunt, until a Cavity opened up.
A hideous, humongous and oddly tan-colored mouth in the ground opened up, big enough to engulf the better part of the clearing, and all the hard work of the hunters swiftly fell into its maw, along with a small unlucky tree that was dislodged when the thing opened up. With slight anger and confusion, the guardsmen all gathered around, with a collective question: What now? None of them were courageous enough to approach it, seeing as where there's one Cavity, there are bound to be more around, and it is probably only sheer luck that they weren't standing atop another big one right now. A worrying dilemma.
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"Go kill Darkborne artillery on a ridge, skulk around in ruins, or hunt stags. I'm sure you can pick quickly enough." Audaton spoke dismissively, his footsteps clinking as he now walked upon the stone pavement of the inner courtyard. He'd arrived just in time to hear the men collectively holler at Maria, for ingesting... something. Presumably alcohol of questionable origin. His instincts say it's just normal black market alcohol, or alcohol brewed from hunted game, or worse. But, being a Guardian, and most of all, a commanding officer, he still has to make sure. Spotting a quiet Lieutenant Finn simply packing up his Light dust, unfazed by the whole ordeal, Jericho simply walked up to him, chin sticking forward as he looked upwards at the soldier's eyes.
"What's that... juice made out of?" Audaton gestured at Maria with his halberd.
"Dunno." Shrugged the Lieutenant. This was rather surprising for the Guardian. And usually, a sign for proper concern and punishment, but no doubt, the men would've seen excessive amounts of punishment, given that the Group Commander is... comically incompetent.
"I will repeat myself, Lieutenant. What is the liquid made out of?" He stated, being more serious this time. With a defeated sigh, Finn faced him fully and begun talking.
"With all due respect, sir, more than 500 men have come and gone in this outpost. Fine men, good men, strong men, smart men. We're posted on this useless rock, enduring through rainstorms, droughts, floods, and Darkborne, not to mention Demonspawn, all while the sun is melting us alive, and the winds are trying to scatter our ashes into the air. Half of our original Group was burned alive by a Darkmage, using the alcohol in their bellies." Finn snapped, enough for almost everyone in the courtyard to hear. The once-raucous garrison troopers were now silent, and still, like statues. His anger was enough to make the viscount appear, as a distant face from the upper courtyard looking down in contempt. It was then that Jericho figured out that he bit off more than he could chew, and activated Clarity, just enough for Finn to refrain from doing anything stupid. The Lieutenant's voice became more hushed after that, but the emotion did not subdue.
"Do you know what an entire courtyard of charred corpses smell like? How it feels to just... pick them up and toss them into a pile? They were all men once. Men with families, and lovers. I'll kill that fucking Darkmage with my bare hands if I ever get the chance. Command stopped sending us alcohol ever since. We went one full year without anything to drink. Until a few months ago, when a mage stayed at our outpost on a mission, and brewed us this 'juice' using magic. It tastes good, and we can't get lit on fucking fire after we drink it. The last thing you should worry about is whatever's in the fucking juice!" He finished, quickly walking up back to his quarters. Lieutenant Motley simply shrugged at Jericho, being rather sympathetic to him as he followed Finn up the stairs.
A brief moment of awkward silence ensued, and everyone went back to a subdued normal routine after that, with all the guardsmen generally being quieter. It took a few seconds until Jericho himself regained his full senses, and simply breathed relief. Thankfully, that didn't escalate into anything worse. Clearing his throat, he looked back at the groups that were going to head out. "Well. Let's go. Good hunting." It seems that they've overstayed their welcome for the time being, and perhaps doing some good might solve this conundrum. But for Jericho, his duties now is to inspect the men, and the defenses. He was commanding officer, after all.
Quartermaster SculleyAfter the wee exchange with Finn, the air inside the quartermaster's room was rather quiet, minus all the squeaking puppy-sized rats still present. Everyone resumed with what they were doing, albeit not being nearly as noisy as they'd been. Sculley was no exception to this. The Finn lad had always been twitchy, and the peg-legged quartermaster was one of the only men that had survived here as long as the man. Being one of the 'super old breed', Sculley was rather familiar with Finn, and no doubt he was heading back to his quarters for some... personal rest. Even he didn't know what the Lieutenant gets up to in his quarters, and from the large betting pool surrounding Finn's particular activities, of which Sculley had his money on 'making new water canteens', neither did the guardsmen.
But enough of that. His business is in the here and now. Digesting all the information, and all the fresh items that had been offered up for trade, he quickly spoke, being a veteran
"Thank ye, kind rocklady. This'll be fine..." He proceeded to pick up the crystals. These would make as fine condensing lenses for the nighttime spotlights, and in an emergency, shiny bright illuminated smoke to daze some of the higher level Darkborne, given that some magic is infused into them. For her reward, he whistled at the men playing with the 'Supa-Boom', and they threw the bundle of dynamite at him, with sad faces and whining noises more suitable for children than for grown men. This was all Sculley's stuff after all, and his word is the law when it comes to his stuff. Offering it to Spessartite, he nodded. "Put et tae' good use, aye?"
Lightly smacking a few rats off of the table where Aymeline had left her peppermint leaves down, he cupped them into a tighter group, and swept them into a handy burlap sack that he always keep beneath the tables, sealing the entrance with a rope. With a deft whistle echoing through his side of the 'castle', Sculley hollered at everyone. "Food call! Fer' Big Ay!" And like clockwork, all of the veteran guardsmen immediately reached into their pockets for all the food they carried on them. Half-crumbled ash cakes, half-opened cans of pemmican, and even whole burlap sacks worth of apples and fruits, along with other freshly plucked vegetables, were handed over quickly, with the guardsmen nodding and smiling at the Giantess. Soon enough, the random assortment of foodstuffs and medicine came under Aymeline's possession, and the outpost men returned to normal.
Sculley grabbed enough food from the pile to hand over to Maria, along with her stuff. Of course, he had to put down her shortsword to do it, and the weapon was now lost to the rats, as they scurried over it. And then, as a final reconsideration, Sculley also yanked the three-sword abomination from the stooges that had built it, and threw it onto the pile along with the food and medicine. Never can be too careful.
A few hours of travel later...
. From their position, nothing could be spotted with the naked eye. What the intrepid adventurers do now, is up to them...
As they reached a small clearing, the forest opened up slightly, and the chittering of Darkborne could now be heard just ahead. Battle is almost inevitable at this point, but how it will play out is up to the adventurers...
Near the outpost, however, things had taken a turn for the interesting. More and more men joined Leafa and Skyler's little hunting festival, with even a few gunners joining with their frustratingly inaccurate muskets. The stags that had originally been grazing around have mostly fled, and the hunt has turned into a twisted skeet shooting contest, as fresh stags quickly galloped through the clearing, still en route to some unknown destination. The hunt then turned into an all-out hunt, as the men now shot using their stomachs, not their minds. Rabbits, squirrels, coyotes, foxes, even birds were fair game, and a great many of them were shot down more or less in the edges of the clearing. It seemed to be a good hunt, until a Cavity opened up.
A hideous, humongous and oddly tan-colored mouth in the ground opened up, big enough to engulf the better part of the clearing, and all the hard work of the hunters swiftly fell into its maw, along with a small unlucky tree that was dislodged when the thing opened up. With slight anger and confusion, the guardsmen all gathered around, with a collective question: What now? None of them were courageous enough to approach it, seeing as where there's one Cavity, there are bound to be more around, and it is probably only sheer luck that they weren't standing atop another big one right now. A worrying dilemma.
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