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Fires in the dark. Posted by Segev Stormlord. | Group: 0 |
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Segev Stormlord GM, 156 posts Tue 29 Mar 2011 at 18:46 |
It takes several hours to get out to the edges of Trademeet Dale's influence, but as the sun sets behind them, the duo's eyes spot pinpoints of light in the distance on the road. Less than two hours later, they can see they're coming across a camp set - for them - a half-hour from where Merlin saw a cold camp earlier in the day. From this distance, not much can be made out about it, and looking too closely can ruin night vision. The other group is miles and miles back, and won't be here for days, but that's why the faster, stealthier group are on their own, after all. | |||
Merlin player, 98 posts Tue 29 Mar 2011 at 19:33 |
Merlin makes a 'high altitude' sweep around the camp fire, blocking out its direct light with the point of his pinky finger. He then gives Aya a hand signal that he is going to go down and get closer, which he then does. He will in fact land on the the branches of a largish tree near the camp to get an even better look. OOC:Essence Sight Active | |||
Segev Stormlord GM, 157 posts Tue 29 Mar 2011 at 20:26 |
Sitting and chatting with his men, an obvious leader is near the closest of the large tents. He bears a tabard which has a very faint shimmer under essence sight, as if the decorative threadwork around the coat of arms subtly guides natural essence flows of Creation, just a little. | |||
Merlin player, 99 posts Thu 31 Mar 2011 at 00:21 |
Merlin points at Aya, then at the tree, then ground, and lasty the central stockade. He seems to be indicating that he wants her to go scout it out closer and see what is going on. If these guys stole another couple of farms worth of people, they might just all end up dead tonight! | |||
Aya player, 160 posts Sat 2 Apr 2011 at 13:44 |
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Segev Stormlord GM, 161 posts Sat 2 Apr 2011 at 16:15 |
The soldiers look to have been on the road for at least a month, and their prisoners look a bit less tired, but more shocked and dispirited. There's some furtive planning and talking amongst the prisoners, but it doesn't seem to be getting anywhere. There are some tied hand and foot and gagged in separate areas. But most are just allowed to huddle together. A third of the soldiers seem almost embarrassed to talk to the prisoners, while the rest simply seem grim. The stockade itself is really little more than a picket of logs piled around. Soldiers keeping a weather eye on the prisoners, and the threat of spear wounds to any who try to climb over, are really all that keeps the peasants from climbing out and escaping. If Aya's encyclopedic knowledge of modern farming is accurate, she estimates that these prisoners represent the population of the emptied farms she and Merlin scouted out earlier. | |||
Aya player, 161 posts Wed 6 Apr 2011 at 22:23 |
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Merlin player, 101 posts Wed 6 Apr 2011 at 22:33 |
Once back, Merlin finds a stealthy method of getting a decent distance away so that they can share what they have seen. "So, are they the captured farmers or a new batch?" | |||
Aya player, 162 posts Sat 9 Apr 2011 at 04:08 |
"I'd say the farmers....the right number of them, at least." Red eyes almost glow, for a few moments after the change, as she sits down, legs crossing, smoothing her skirt. | |||
Merlin player, 102 posts Sat 9 Apr 2011 at 18:25 |
"It is as I feared then." He thinks for a few minutes. "Perhaps kidnapping one of the guards on their way to the latrine would allow us to interrogate him and find out who is behind this? That or we can just go knock all the guards unconscious or kill them, except their commanding officer. At that point we can take the people back and make sure the commander tells us what we want to know." | |||
Aya player, 164 posts Wed 13 Apr 2011 at 09:01 |
"Sounds reasonable, I suppose. Just..how do we remove them all, before the guards say, start killing the prisoners?" | |||
Merlin player, 104 posts Wed 13 Apr 2011 at 15:07 |
"If we kill all of the look outs first, we can then work inward so that the guards watching the prisoners are the last to fall." Pulling out one of his chakrums she notes that they are made of rough sanded obsidian with a very fine blade. Noticing one of them flying through the air at night would be next to impossible. "However, to make sure that the guards do not do anything foolish you can sneak into the pen?" | |||
Segev Stormlord GM, 170 posts Fri 15 Apr 2011 at 19:16 |
The guards ARE professionals, but they're obviously not used to herding prisoners in these numbers. Their commanders - one for each camp, each obviously a knight of some ranking - keep inspecting the watch, making sure that only those who're supposed to be sleeping are nodding off. | |||
Aya player, 165 posts Sat 16 Apr 2011 at 18:40 |
She settles in to watch, for a bit, trying to chose who to...consume. | |||
Merlin player, 105 posts Mon 18 Apr 2011 at 15:41 |
"Please, be my guest." Merlin gets into a more comfortable position. | |||
Segev Stormlord GM, 178 posts Wed 20 Apr 2011 at 13:52 |
((OOC: Perception+Investigation if you want more details; let me know what you're looking for. Stunts for how you go about doing your looking are welcome, but not mandatory.)) | |||
Segev Stormlord GM, 180 posts Sat 23 Apr 2011 at 17:22 |
Conversations range from speculation about how family are doing back home to concern over whether Trademeet will hire mercenaries to scorn that those "spineless traders" might just learn a lesson from this. Any suggestion that there might be a reasonable explanation is met with stony glares from the oldest of the commanders, and admonishments from the ~30 year old one that they will investigate when they get back to Falan. The youngest one, out of his teens by a year or two, sniffs disdainfully at such talk. He's DEFINITELY the best-dressed of them, with all his armor and weapons gleaming and his clothing in perfect condition. He also keeps himself immaculately groomed, periodically adjusting or primping before his inspections of the prisoners. The first watch is taken by the eldest commander, who sternly orders his own men (except for the three youths joining him on watch) to bed, and strongly suggests the other commanders do the same. The youngest goes to bed almost eagerly, while the third stays up with his men for a bit longer. Before bedding down, himself, he approaches the elder, "Make sure you wake me as soon as your shift is done, Methius. Vaniel will need the morning watch to primp, and I don't mean to have him whining on the way back." "Nonsense, Clavien," is the response. "A fop he might be, but complaining would make him look weak in front of the women. I think he's planning to try to woo some of them, the fool." The utter contempt in Sir Methius's voice for the idea of fraternizing with the prisoners is palpable, and sends Sir Clavien off in uncomfortable silence. Three youths - two in their mid-teens, one barely into puberty - eventually slink off towards the tree in which Merlin hides. The youngest carries a hefty bundle, which he carefully sets out around himself, sitting beneath the base. He lights a small lamp with a carefully polished focusing mirror. Why becomes clear when he begins pulling out chain mail and polishes it very, very carefully and thoroughly. "Oh, come on, Nath!" exclaims one of the boys. "It's gleaming six ways 'til Saturnday! Sir Vaniel won't notice if you skip it tonight!" His tone is exasperated. "Pff," scoffs the other, "Nathier's just scared. He's afraid Sir Vaniel or Sir Clavien will catch him. Sir Methius wouldn't care. ...'course, he'll laugh at us if we have a hangover, but we won't!" The first speaker sighs, "Farithe, he's a squire, for little gods' sake, and he should be participating. Cuisohn says it's a bonding experience. You know how he--" "--gets picked on?" sneers Farithe. "Panil, he's picked on 'cause he's dumb about this stuff!" The boy - Nathier - looks up at the other two. "Thank you for your invitation. I have to do this, though." He looks a bit intimidated, but shoots Panil a grateful glance when the older boy shrugs. "You don't have to. But...well--" "Are you three coming or not?" demands a whispered but carrying voice from a nearly twenty-looking youth and three others about his age, maybe a little younger. "Trademeet beer is s'posed to be some awesome stuff, and we don't want to wait all night, or our watches will start!" With that, Farithe scoffs at the youngest boy for his obsession with scraping off imaginary stains, and joins the others. Panil shoots Nathier one last questioning look. "You sure?" At Nath's rueful smile and grateful shake of his head, the older boy jogs off to join the others in cracking a surreptious cask of beer, doubtless stolen from one of the raided farms. This leaves the very young squire alone with his work, beneath a tree. The light from the boy's work-lamp blinded any of them from noticing the well-hidden figure up in its branches. | |||
Aya player, 170 posts Sat 7 May 2011 at 22:46 |
Stealth is....not really possible. For her, at least. Oh, she can become something small, but, well, that's it. A few idol thoughts bounce around, as she slowly moves out of cover. Hopefully....well, he'll be not too bright, and fall for the old "Attractive female, forget what is doing, and then follow" trick, otherwise she'll have to do something that will make some noise... She peers around the tree, letting enough of her form show to show female, as well as a bit of her face, just enough to hopefully get him closer. | |||
Merlin player, 108 posts Sat 7 May 2011 at 22:57 |
Merlin makes ready to sever the guys jugular veins and wind pipe should things not work out for the best. An obsidian chakrum is ready in one hand and two in the other. Hope she knows what she is doing, but best to be prepared if something goes sideways. | |||
Segev Stormlord GM, 194 posts Sun 8 May 2011 at 06:01 |
So intent is he on his task, and night-blinded by the lantern-light against the darkness, that it takes him a fair minute to notice the feminine form off to the side. Looking up, he jumps a bit, startled. "Oh," he nearly yelps, his voice high and clear, but pitched softly. "I didn't know any--wait," he lowers his voice to conspiratorial whispering volumes even as his tone becomes faintly nervous and accusing. "There aren't any women guards with us! Who are you?" Then a warring thought visibly crosses his peach-fuzz free face, and he adds, "You are not lost or in trouble, are you, m'lady?" in tones that are doubtless meant to sound chivalrous. He finally remembers to scramble to his feet; being rude to a lady is inexcusable. The chain shirt he's cleaning he carefully laid aside just before doing so. He's maybe four and a half feet tall, at most. Probably hoping for a growth spurt any day now. He can't seem to decide whether he's supposed to be smiling warmly or looking stern and manly. Fortunately, he hasn't raised his voice above a stage whisper thus far, as if the night were pressing in to muffle the sound at the edges of his lamp's light. | |||
Aya player, 171 posts Sun 8 May 2011 at 22:58 |
Thankfully, she doesn't care. Knowledge knows not of right or wrong, it merely is...and so must be any seeker of it. Perhaps to show his help, she can make use of something in an upcoming plant, or something... Her lips move, as if she's trying to speak. A slim pair of fingers draw across her throat, as she makes a frustrated face, as if something is keeping her from speaking. | |||
Segev Stormlord GM, 196 posts Tue 10 May 2011 at 14:24 |
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Segev Stormlord GM, 203 posts Wed 1 Jun 2011 at 00:52 |
Seeing nobody around him anymore, the confused and somewhat exasperated boy returns to his duties. Merlin is left to his own devices regarding how best to handle this situation, now that the Lunar is off studying other potential targets. She'll be several hours at this, at LEAST. | |||
Merlin player, 113 posts Thu 2 Jun 2011 at 19:20 |
Seeing where Aya has gotten herself off to, roughly 200 yards away from the camp, he heads up into the sky to finish what has been started. Leaderless, I wonder what the common soldiers will do? Diving Merlin activates his armors Cloaking Device and Air Dragon Form. As he nears the camp he comes down about 3 feet above the heads of the soldiers and flings a single chakrum out at the oldest of the 3 leaders, which he has lined up to be in his flight path. The officer should be stunned into inactivity by the time I swoop by grabbing him under the arms and lifting him out of the camp. (OOC: Flurry of 3 actions: Attack from range using BREATH-SEIZING TECHNIQUE, Grapple, and move. Fly Silently to Surprise = 14 successes Chakrum = 8 successes (Target is being attacked unaware: DV 0) Damange = ((10,2,2,6,10,9,3,7,10,10,4,2,2,1)) Take soak off the right till you get to min damage on the left) With a 4 lethal soak that would be 6 stun damage so he would be down 6 dice to defend himself for the grapple. Grapple = 6 successes (Attack may still be from surprise, Dif 4 to detect)) |
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