After the Great Bane, the mountain forests around Perdition thinned by disease and tree-cutting by the droves of men that now came in waves to Yrth. The Keepers were eventually cut entirely from their brothers to the West and East and their fall from grace was slow but unstoppable. Though they had protected their charge for generations, the Keepers became decadent in their ways, selling off empty cells to the highest bidder and purging the filled cells of their contents to those sorcerers or Church Priests nefarious enough to desire their contents.
Judoc looked up from the text at the sound of raised voices from the room adjacent. He had now reread the same two sentences several times and he still felt that there was something significant he was missing in translation. Giles had pointed out the text in the Necromancer's journal several days previous, pointing out that if these
Keepers had been selling the contents of the cells than perhaps there was nothing to worry about after all. Judoc was unconvinced on this point for other entries in the journal mentioned that the apprentice had been there for months, attempting to exploit and open the cells at
Perdition. Instead, it was the two words,
Church Priests that gave him pause. The reference was decidedly Christian... and the capitalization made Judoc think there was a reference he was missing. If only he could read the original text... but the slanted, foreign writing, copied painstakingly by the necromancer remained resolutely indecipherable on the opposite page. Judoc sighed, he doubted that the answer even
mattered but never the less he couldn't get the question to clear from his mind.
"Are you even listening!? Giles's voice reverberates through the walls though the silence that follows is even more telling. Giles had been trying to convince Captain Brashear for weeks of the importance of sending out another party to squash the new threat. Though Brashear had been over the moon when the party returned, Necromancer's head in hand, Giles's near incessant badgering with requests and suggestions had begun to wear through his patience and eat into his good will. Giles had insisted first on increased relations across the border, trade with Tabuk and the Wizard's own village, the building of a bridge to span the Makarem to facilitate commerce and diplomacy, a christian mission, an engineering corps to assist with road construction and water retention, not to mention the full military assault of any hostiles left at
Perdition.
Though Brashear's answers had started first with the obvious fact that he didn't have any
authority to deliver on
any of those requests it seemed to do little to curb Giles's incessant requests. More recently Brashear had taken to shutting down the conversation as soon as it started with sharp reminders that Giles's place was to watch over his Platoon and not to fuss over border relations.
As Judoc expected, the audible fuzzy tones of Giles's agitated voice pick up again for a short moment, before the conversation goes entirely quiet, yielding to the sounds of footsteps approaching the door to the group's small room.
"Insane!" Giles spits the moment the door is shut behind him.
"I grow ever fatigued of this accursed institution and its refusal to see what is clearly in front of its face!" He walks a few feet into the room, sinking onto a wood stool that is one of the meager furnishings present.
"Oh it's not all that bad." Terri chirps in a placating voice as she thumbs the string of her new compound bow, testing the weight of the pull.
"Really we've known for weeks that the Captain wouldn't send a unit with us right? I mean, look at all the trouble that they went through on the last mission and even then they weren't allowed to send troops. We'll just have to go and do it ourselves again."
Giles glares back at Terri with resentment, his jaw set forward and his words slightly dulled by clenched teeth.
"Captain has said the final word has come back from Raphael that there will be no military expedition on Wazifi lands again... that there isn't
any room for interpretation and that no military assets shall be used in any such undertaking!"
Terri glances back, her brows arched in concern, though her tone stays level and conciliating.
"But we'll just have to go do it ourselves then right? You can lead us and we'll find Perdition, just long enough to make sure that the apprentice has been apprehended and that whatever evils it is keeping remain safely locked up."
Giles closes his eyes and squares his jaw, letting the quiet sit for several moments before before he answers.
"That's just what I'm saying." He opens his eyes, glaring slightly at Terri as if the whole mess is
her fault.
"No Army assets are to used in the expedition... No tools, no weapons, no horses, no soldiers. I have been told in no uncertain terms that if I leave my post here than I will be tried for desertion." Giles flinches his head toward Finn, who seemed of late to be making most of the decisions overall for the group.
"Captain rightly admits that he doesn't have any power over any of you, says he'd be right happy if you investigate further and that you are welcome here whenever you pass by but I can't so much as step out the gate with you to wave goodbye."
OOC: I'm keeping the thread closed for now, these cut scenes are an effort to fill in some of the back story between the actual first post in the thread and the months that have passed since assaulting the necromancer's tower. No need to respond to these posts when the real first post of the thread is actually filled in. If you have questions though about anything that happened, feel free to ask in OOC or private.