"Medium grade, lad. Best we could afford for my guard. Mine is plate and is likely what saved me from death's embrace."
William stepped over to whisper something in Swiftaxe's ear and the noble simply nodded and said, "Right then."
He took a final bite out of his meal, finished his mead and stood up from seat.
"Enjoy yerselves, don't mind me, I must apply that damn ointment and rest for the evening."
The Dwarf began to walk a little ways from the table before he stopped and turned, "Ah yes, I wanted to hunt in night, but my men reported droves of Whiters not far from the gates. We'll go out early to find the demon if he walks in the day. We can better defend ourselves from Whiters if we meet them. Night to you all."
William bowed to Swiftaxe, before turning to the party, "Please enjoy yourselves, if you'd like to finish your meals in your rooms our waitresses will take your trays up for you."
"Daenien..." he started, "The staff have also brought the herbs that you've requested to your room with a mortar and pestle. If you need something more please ask one of the servants to assist you."
Post by Jerevan Languorem on Aug 11, 2011 1:31:41 GMT -5
"Thank you, sir," Daenien replied. He stood, ignoring his still full plate. "I'll get working on it now. It's not the kind of thing you want to leave until later..." With that, he bowed and left, heading back to his room. The first thing he did when he entered was to look around for the herbs.
Skul wiped his teeth with a napkin. Somehow, during the course of the conversation, he had cleaned spotless about five plates. They were completely clean, not a speck of debris on them. None of them remembered him doing more than taking smaller bites. Skul pushed out his chair and produced his hat from under the table.
I am stuffed, thank you. Relatively speaking. He made a low bow, hand across his stomach.
I will retire for the night.
He did so, without another word.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
Jericho stood and bowed to lord swiftaxe. He managed to gather a small plate of food for later, and respectfully denied te servants offer to bring it up for him. But then he thought for a moment, and let the waitress carry it up to his room, but not before asking if she would like any of the food. He then whispered in her ear:
The waitress looked a little confused but did as she was instructed by William and attended to the needs of all the mercenaries,
"Yes sir, how may I serve you?"
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Merryweed, Blackwatch, and Bloodcurse were all up in Daenien's room, along with a mortar and pestle made of volcanic rock. There would also be thin, even cut sheets of paper in order to place the mixes in. There would be a note on the desk,
When you're done with the mixes please alert the guard stationed outside your door. He will then collect your samples to be distilled into vials. For your work you will be given a small portion back as thanks.
Jericho, once they had gotten back to his room, motioned for the waitress to sit anywhere she liked. Jericho wanted a better story, one from an honest, hard working person under Switaxe's rule.
How does Swiftaxe treat you and the other staff? You will not be in trouble, I swear that i will not tell swiftaxe what you say, I just want to get an opinion of one of his staff.
The maid looked at Jericho with a confused expression, she had no idea what the dragon born meant to say.
"Lord Swiftaxe treats us just fine. I don't know what you've seen in other manors but we're not disrespected. There are times when he gets upset, yes, but he does not take it out on the staff. Except William perhaps."
she giggled at her last comment, "If that is all sir, I will return to my duties."
Post by Jerevan Languorem on Aug 12, 2011 18:21:47 GMT -5
Daenien inspected each instrument carefully. "Good enough," he muttered, before reading the note. He cursed quietly at the mention of a guard outside his door. He'd hoped to sneak out of his room during the night to see if he could steal something valuable, but he supposed it couldn't be helped. In a different situation he'd probably do the same. In fact, he'd've likely set them up in a nearby inn. That did little to dismiss his irritation, of course.
With a sigh, he sat down and began the long, painstaking process of carefully crushing up the materials separately, mixing their juices into a clear, viscous mixture, and finally placing the mixture on the pieces of paper. He made sure to breath as little as possible, but all the same he felt a little light-headed. "I hate Merryweed..." he murmured, before getting to his feet and knocking on the door. "The poison's ready," he said shortly, irritable after the long process.
The guard came in, thanked Daenien, and took the mixes. The thief would not see anything till the morning.
And so it came, the morning fog was light and hugged the ground as Swiftaxe and his men prepared a single wagon. They loaded it with firebottles and a crate of the poison that Daenien had crafted. When the party had arrived, one of the soldiers walked up to the thief,
"For you sir, 3 vials of the Hunter's Folly Swiftaxe said to give you. Though these will be yours alone. The rest is intended for our blades."
Swiftaxe had mounted his horse, his armor was steel plate and his axe steel as well.
The preparations were just about done and the gate that lead West of the town was opening to let them through.
"Right then, watch yourselves out there, the damned Whiters are about and won't let up on any advance. We will roam for six hours and return afterwards."
OOC: This adventure has dragged on long enough I think and so this will be the final act of course. I had more planning but posting has been a bit draggy on this one, myself being part of it.
Skul, Zane, you both are half of this kill team, will you be on enough to cap this adventure or should I just postpone it? Or perhaps go as far as to leave you two out of it with some of the reward?
Last Edit: Aug 14, 2011 1:57:07 GMT -5 by Serenity
Post by Jerevan Languorem on Aug 13, 2011 20:59:52 GMT -5
Daenien nodded slightly and took them from the guard, slipping two of them into his pockets carefully. He pulled out his switchblade carefully, jerking it so that it snicked out, then applied the third vial of poison to it. He snicked it closed, then replaced it in his hidden jacket pocket. "Right, I'm ready," he grinned.
They set off, Swiftaxe and a few of his men on horseback while our heroes traveled on foot. They traveled on a man made road, once used by the people to get to the coal and iron mines that made them economically secure.
The ride was quiet usually, even after an hour there were no signs of even the Whiters, Swiftaxe had only communicated with an officer of his guard consolidating the reports that they received. A natural, or unnatural mist took up the forest floor, yet no Whiters were present, though the many that were reported could cause it either way.
At the end of the 3rd hour, still no sign. Swiftaxe shouted out about a rest station up ahead, once used for the workers for the mines further ahead.
When they arrived at the station, it was nothing more than a stable and kitchen building on one side of the road. The outpost had no walls to protect it. Before the full take over of the pale monsters this was the first of many smaller settlements to be overrun.
The hunting caravan took a rest, a few of the men starting to pass out rations from the wagon. It wasn't hard to tell that the guardsmen were nervous, even while a few shared idle chatter among themselves. All the while, none noticed that the fog on the forest floor was becoming denser.
They were waiting for them to stop, waiting to surround them all. The pale monsters with the red glints in their eyes and the fog that followed them wherever they went.
"Light the bottles!"
Two of the armed men got on the back of the wagon and began to light the cloths, bringing them and pulling back their arms.
"When they cross the road, throw them!"
The Whiters just stood at the edge of the road, on their side, for a while as if studying them, or waiting for the caravan to do something stupid. There were to many to count, as if a legion of them hid within the trees this whole time.
Actions and outcomes of enemies will be decided by the players. You can't RP the NPCs.
Then they attacked, the massive mob crossing the road in an ocean of terror. The guardsmen threw the bottles, the fire erupting as they smashed into the heads of Whiters or on the ground. They kept throwing them to try and disorient or discourage the mob. They kept coming...
Many crossed the road, and more were still to come. The soldiers unveiled a pot of something from behind the wagon and lit it on fire. The soldiers dipped their blades in the honey like mixture to see their steel roar with the flame, Swiftaxe did the same.