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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2015 7:43:50 GMT
Jakobe, about to answer Milo, goes silent at Iuliuses uncomforting words, letting his head go back to merely hanging. "I agree with the zealot" pipped in the Driver, "we'll deal with all this once we arrive.” with that, the silence reigned king for the rest of the journey. <><> A yell from the Carriage driver, the sudden moonlight as he opened the Front door to show himself, shook the 5 passengers from their thoughts or sleep, drawing them to the conclusion that they had arrived at their destination. As they heard the Doors to the giant gate close behind them, they knew their new home now surrounded them. Stepping out, one by one, into the night, they were assaulted by an underwhelming settlement. Sparse houses, and a barricade cutting nearly half of it off, for whatever reason,with men seeming to be patrolling it. and few people to be seen, and those few were armed and clearly served a purpose. One could only guess as to what was hidden out of the torchlight, in the darker parts of this town. “Welcome! Welcome! Oooohhhhh, welcome welcome my new friends!” an elderly voice, from a elderly man, suddenly snapped the newcomers to look right, where a enthusiastic man, oriented in typical Unmentionable mayor robes, walked up to each of them ,forcing a handshake as he introduced himself, a smile much to wide always on his face, his eyes hidden in shadow by the shifting light. “my name is Jenkins, mayor Jenkins to be exact. Welcome to our, err, still developing community! With your 6 new comers, one oddly in ropes, that brings us up to....22 members! Wow! Been a long time since we have been so big! I think this might just be a turning point in this towns history, don't you Don?” Don ,who happens to be the Carriage Driver, snorts, and disappears into the shadows, most likely heading to wherever one sleeps or drinks in this town. With two men already unloading the carriage, Mayor Jenkins motions for the 6 men, including Jakobe, to follow him. “now, im sure you all have many questions and many things to discuss, but that can wait til mourning,yes mourning is a wonderful time, after breakfast of course, but not before lunch! Perfect time for questions! As for now, sadly, ill have to shove all of you into one house. Only 3 beds, but we have plenty of blankets to make some sorta....floor cushion out of!” opening the door to the biggest house in the upper right of the enclosure, inside the darkly lit room is a single room with 3 beds shoved in a corner, a massive pile of blankets in the center, but otherwise not even a place to mount a lantern in the sparse building. Leaving the door open to the newcomers, Jenkins does a small bow. “ill see you in the mourning, Mr,Grimm, our arms master, will get you in time for breakfast, ill make sure of it! For now sleep, sleep and ignore the sounds!” with that, the man leaves. One cant help but notice the skull hanging from the back of his belt as he disappears into some other part of the 'town'. “ill...ill take the ground.....” Jakobe says, and skulks into the darkness, slumping into the corner furthest from the beds.
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Post by coolyo294 on Jul 5, 2015 7:59:56 GMT
"I'm good with the floor. Thunder walker, you and your consort sound like you need a bed though." Garth said with a smirk as soon as Jenkins left the room. He propped his sword against the wall and flopped down on the floor. Eschewing a blanket and not even bothering to take his armour off he simply crossed his arms behind his head but did not make any attempt to sleep yet.
Instead, he pulled out the strange black gemstone he'd found on the bandit. It was the size of a large pebble and black as jet. Most curiously it seemed to suck in all the light around it. If he was lucky the stone would turn out to simply be some strange natural phenomenon. But if he were unlikely, which seemed to be the most likely option in these cursed woods, the stone could harbor some sort of fell magic. Either way Garth could not know for certain so he tucked it back into his waist pouch for safekeeping. Hopefully someone in the town would know what it is.w
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Post by halonachos on Jul 5, 2015 11:30:00 GMT
"Well, he seemed awefully polite." Milo said of the curious mayor, "But to the matter of beds, it's only polite to allow the women the beds. And I shall take the burden of sleeping on the remaining bed, perhaps we should tie Jakobe to... something" he trailed off as he looked around the room.
"It's not that I don't trust you Jakobe, but I'd rather keep honest people honest." With a snap of his fingers, "We can tie him to Sir Tribute, he's big and scary and I'm sure Jakobe wouldn't be able to steal away from him."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2015 18:15:28 GMT
Iulius scowled as he propped his spear and waraxe against the wall, "If you are going to address me by rank Mister Buchkeller, at least address me by the correct one, Tribune." He slowly removed his sword from his belt and stripped off his heavy Fulliron armor and placed it into a compact pile before turning around. "Now then, you and the rest of the women are free to take the beds, and if you wish to immobilize our captive, try stabbing his leg." Having had enough of the bickering of his companions for one day he laid down parallel to the wall, and ignored them.
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Post by Lord Harrab on Jul 6, 2015 1:52:40 GMT
She who walks with thunder was amounts the last to enter the house set aside from them, choosing to linger outside, it was obvious to her why this town was doing poorly. Typical "civilized" mindset. They sought to impose a stationary settlement on a world that was always moving, shifting, and trusted in soldiers and wooden walls to keep the darkness out. She who walks with Thunder was certain she would die here, all of them would. it was comforting, in a way, after two years in an invader's army, to know she would die under the trees she had been born under. The large warrior referred to her with a Pets submission as she entered and mentioned something called a consort, in regards to another thing he called a bed. She regarded him critically, no probably not a genuine submission, the large one was fond of jokes and gentle annoyances so she simply snorted derisively and moved away to examine the furniture. Presumably they where the beds she had heard mentioned. Another "civilized" idiocy. Too heavy to easily move when the Tribe did, although they did have ground clearance to presumably avoid rainwater and pests. She gave the wooden thing a kick, then sat down on it. The others were discussing the prisoner, but the old warrior had simply removed his armor and turned away from them, expecting them to obey and that he would have no responsibilities. Like he was the cheiften. "Idiot,"she muttered, setting her pack beside her on the bed and resting her rifle across her lap, arrogance like that was poison here, a slow death. "Bind the prisoner's ankles and tie them to his wrists," She suggested, leaning back to regard the others, " i am surprised this town doesn't have a jail, civilized lands seem so fond of them. If we cannot not simply execute him, we will have to set a guard, and i am unsure of Tribune Iulius Praetorius ability to stay wake for long periods, tired as he is by the battle, the rest of us will have to split the night cycle between us so the ancient one can rest." She picked her teeth thoughtfully then continued, "a guard might well be a good idea regardless, one can never be too cautious in the Dark."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 4:09:41 GMT
Iulius slowly rose from where he laid, this whelp had annoyed him for the last time today. He was a Legionary, a Tribune no less, he was counted among the ranks of the greatest warriors in history, and he was considered great even by their standards, he would not, could not, allow a barely bloodied barbarian to disrespect him. "Listen here youngling." He said approaching her slowly, "I have been killing men since before you took your first steps, I fought my first battles whilst you were still suckling at your mother's tits." He stopped mere feet from her, taller than her even if she was standing he certainly towered over her when she was seated. "When you have killed a thousand warriors in as many minutes, when you have watched you battle brothers die by the dozens, when you have marched for 100 miles with out stopping for food nor sleep, when you bear the scars of two decades of campaigns, when you have been broken and rebuilt by years of training and warfare, when you have broken enemy forces ten times your size, when you have proven yourself to the most brutal, most elite, and most prestigious army in the world, and earned the right to be counted among their commanders, then, and only then, will you have earned the right to rest as I do, then, and only then, will you have earned the right to be considered my equal." He turned and walked back to the wall, laying down again before resuming speaking, "And if you wish to prove yourself to the Legion, the first thing you must learn, is respect for those who are above you. And if you wish to challenge my authority, then I will be happy to teach you the strength of the Legion firsthand, few survive the lesson."
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Post by Lord Harrab on Jul 6, 2015 4:55:30 GMT
"Respect is earned, not given when demanded Ancient one."She who walks with thunder replied calmly. " and i care not for your boasts. Any boy with his first spear makes such claims around the campfire." She reached into her pack and pulled out her rifle cleaning kit again before continuing.
"We stand in my lands, where shadows kill and intent cuts like any blade while senses mislead and darkness waits. You claim to have survived two decades of war, You are fortunate to have only fought men in your lifetime. I survived in these Woods, a place where Gods go to die, are you certain you can dismiss what i have learned in my life so easily because i did not earn it standing in formations and killing on orders? "
She looked down to her rifle and began to clean it as lovingly as you would a child.
"we are off your battlefield and into mine, remember that, ancient one."
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Post by halonachos on Jul 6, 2015 11:48:29 GMT
"Come on now, we can't be calling each other names already." Milo said as he took his muddy armor off and began to change his shirt. "Tribune Iulius is old, but with age comes experience, She whowalks with thunder might be a savage but she has some redeeming qualities, and Girth might be a musclehead but he can swing a sword pretty well."
Milo quickly donned a new shirt, brown from dye instead of mud, and put both hands on Sorelia's shoulders, "Scorelia here may be distant but she can throw a mean dagger.". Milo quickly removed the hands he had on her and walked towards She who walks with thunder, "You should be less of a fatalist, yes the forest is dreadful but I'm sure no gods have died here, especially not mine. So cheer up, you're young and have a full life ahead of you." He continued to Iulius, "You legion type are all.the same blood and guts types, still.doesnt mean you have to be so damned grumpy. You'll get your chances to kill so at least you've got that to look forward to." Finally he made it to Garth, "And Girth, be nice to her, she doesn't understand our culture and I got.her name.wrong on accident. Who knows, showing her kindness might just save your life one day." He said while slapping the man on the back.
"As to splitting up the shifts, excellent idea. I don't mind taking first watch."
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Post by halonachos on Jul 7, 2015 2:39:03 GMT
Milo waited for the others to begin drifting off to whatever dreamworlds they inhabited before waking Jakobe, Iulius had cut him off in the carriage but he would have his answers now... and he had his entire watch to get them.
-whispered between Milo and Jakobe- Jakobe takes a moment to refocus on consciousness, and another to digest your question, before he suddenly gets a bit fearful.
looking quickly, everyone else is either asleep or preoccupied, so he turns back to you.
"You...did see the stamp right? in the wax?"
"Yes, the stamp did look rather... official." Milo said quietly, "So are you telling me you got it from the government?"
Again, Jakobe looked around before answering.
"yes....we were....hired...by one of the three holy kings of the unmentionable....he said the gods told him to make sure this illegal town was destroyed.....but...."
Jakobe stops, looking more nervous then you have yet seen him.
"Don't be afraid lad, they are not anywhere near here. We are well beyond the reach of their church." Milo assured him, "If he was a holy king then why was the scroll written with dark magics?"
"That's the thing....this town...its not illegal...its...known and allowed....yet one of the very kings of the country funding it says otherwise, but can only destroy it through hired thugs?"
he shakes his head,and shivers so hard you yourself can almost feel the fear,as if it was a physical presence in the room.
"and i....i don't know....never seen magic, so is it really so easy to say its....dark magic? but...no....maybe you're right....with...with how one must read the scroll....no kind god would invent such a method...."
"What is the method?" Milo asked, "If we can find out how this is all happening then maybe there are much bigger things than just this forest about."
Jakobe, slowly, meets your eyes.
"The crystals, you have to shove the points of the crystals into your eyes. only then will their darkness allow one to read that language....and hear it too...." tears are pouring from his eyes, and hes suddenly tucks his head between his legs.
"Please don't make me do it, the voices hurt, they still talk to me, when i sleep, horrible things, things i cant understand and thus hurt. and their everywhere in this damned forest, voices from every shadow,
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"Saying and speaking things no human should have to...directly into you mind!" Jakobe screamed in terror as he shrank into a fetal position and shook.
"Uh, hey, it's alright friend." Milo said as he looked around. "I mean, we're exorcising your demons, they are leaving your mind and your body through your tears!" Milo shouted back as he patted the man on the shoulders and arms, "Yes, crying is very good you're showing good human emotions!"
"Well this is one way to make a secret not a secret," Milo muttered to himself, "secrets aren't good to carry around anyways."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2015 16:55:19 GMT
At the sound of Jackobe's screaming Iulius jumped to his feet and grabbed his spear, wheeling to face the source of the panicked screams he stopped when he Milo seated next to the bandit. "You had better have a damn good explanation here Buchkeller." He said lowering his spear, but not discarding it.
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