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Post by halonachos on Jul 7, 2015 18:23:40 GMT
"Oh, this?" Milo said as he then began trying to cover the bandit's mouth with his hands in an attempt to muffle the screaming. "We were talking about that scroll, how to read it, and he seems strongly against the idea of having to read it again himself. Something about hearing and seeing things... basically I think he's gone near mad because of it."
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Post by Korsera on Jul 9, 2015 12:38:36 GMT
Sorelia had kept quiet, simply preferring to go to bed and nap as much as possible. The last few days hadn't been kind, and she doubted those still to come would be any nicer. After the incident with the paper and the odd writing, it was easier just to put it to once side and sleep. It would go away. Someone else would deal with it. But sleep was hard to come by in the cabin they'd been assigned; the darkness seemed almost unnatural, and every so often something would make a noise outside - or so she thought. Then she told herself it was simply her imagination, a trick of the mind. But could she be certain? Who knew what lay beyond the boarders of the town? She could hear, vaguely, hushed whispers between the captive and Milo. She shuffled slightly, trying to wriggle in such a way that she could hear them better from the bed without arousing suspicion. But the whispers remained just that, slender remnants of words passing by. Without context, they meant nothing. She guessed they must have been talking about the paper, but it was just that: a guess. That is, until the captive started screaming, and Milo clamped his hand down over his mouth. Then the Tribune was up, spear in hand. She took stock of the developing situation, then swept herself out of bed as lightly as possible, making a beeline to stand between the Tribune and Milo.
"We were talking about that scroll, how to read it, and he seems strongly against the idea of having to read it again himself. Something about hearing and seeing things... basically I think he's gone near mad because of it."
'There's no cure for madness.' She cast a gaze down at Jakobe. 'Maybe we should take him outside. It might calm him down a little.' It was an open question, but her attention was on Milo as she asked it.
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Post by Lord Harrab on Jul 9, 2015 14:20:06 GMT
Try as she might, She who walks with thunder couldn't get used to the feeling of sleeping on a bed, so her sleep, light as it was under the boughs of the dark forest, was easily disturbed by movement, which she identified and ignored, then screaming a scant few minutes later which she did not. The bandit was being ineffectively restrained by the smiling one, and the rest of her fellow mercs where in various states of alertness as the Ancient one once more bellowed and postured, this time reasonably. She noticed her short-sword was in hand and half drawn without her realizing it. A good sign old habits remained. "We were talking about that scroll, how to read it, and he seems strongly against the idea of having to read it again himself. Something about hearing and seeing things... basically I think he's gone near mad because of it." 'There's no cure for madness.' Sorelia had positioned herself between the the old one and the prisoner. 'Maybe we should take him outside. It might calm him down a little.' "Why are we responsible for him at all?" She who walks with thunder interjected, "If we have to nurture and feed this wastrel for the entirety of our posting here, i say we send to join his band beyond the veil. As for the scroll, we should do as the carriage driver directed. It is of the Dark, and if it is to speak like you civilized folk claim all marked paper does, i do not wish to hear it." she turned her gaze to the smiling one, "there is also the question of why our guard was whispering to the prisoner at all. To do while the rest slept implies plotting and secrets."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2015 17:42:58 GMT
Iulius glared daggers at Milo, "I agree with She-who-walks-with-thunder, it's pretty damn suspicious that he decided to whisper with the man late at night rather than wait till morning and converse with the group." He rested the butt of his spear on the floor and relaxed slightly now that the immediate danger had passed. "But I disagree about burning the scroll, there may be something useful we can gleam from its text now that we know how to read it."
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Post by Korsera on Jul 9, 2015 21:00:04 GMT
First the tribal girl, then the Tribune levelled their accusations against Milo. She looked at each of them, and sighed. 'Or you're both overreacting. We've been here less than a day. I'm sure that Milo was just trying to look out for the rest of us.' She started smiling as disarmingly as possible. She knew why they were afraid; it was a reasonable fear, that of treason. She just simply did not believe the man on the floor was capable of it. 'Besides, Milo's nice like that.'
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Post by coolyo294 on Jul 9, 2015 21:19:49 GMT
"I agree with Sorelia." Garth said. The noise and clamor had woken him but he had not deigned to rise from where he was laying. His head was propped up by one hand and the other was clutched tightly on the hilt of his greatsword. "Milo seems like a trustworthy guy. I'd hate it if you lot did him in so early into this little adventure."
"Now Mr. Bandit on the other hand, he's the one screaming and waking us all up in the middle of the night with mad babbling. Certainly the more villainous figure."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2015 21:31:17 GMT
Iulius snorted at Sorelia's speech, "With all do respect miss, you are allowing your attraction to Buchkeller to influence your actions, which is a dangerous choice. All we know for certain, is that he was sneaking around to converse with the captive in secret, we don't know if he's telling us the truth or lying, we don't know what he was planning to do either. For all we know he could have been working with them, he certainly was no help fighting them."
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Post by halonachos on Jul 9, 2015 22:58:18 GMT
Milo frowned for a bit during the entire accusation.
"For all we know he could have been working with them, he certainly was no help fighting them." Iulius said rather bluntly of him.
"Well for one, I've never been in actual combat. I've done my sparring and some training for the trip and of course to help fulfill part of the duties of my faith..." Milo looked rather sheepishly at the group, "but truth be told I've never killed anyone. That whole scene was kind of new to me, despite growing up in Zell, because I've never been a participant."
"But, but as to why I was talking to him it's because nobody else seemed too interested in learning more about what he knew. Iulius told him to be quiet and wait until we got to town, Madame-Anger hit me with a rifle, the driver told us to burn the scroll, and everyone else kind of just went quiet about it. I didn't..." Milo paused, "I didn't want any of you to interfere with me getting any more information about the scroll. I did so with the best interest of this community in mind and..." another pause and Milo spoke less surely, "I've, I've never been accused of trickery... I mean if I was then surely I would have kept the scroll itself a secret, right? But no, I shared everything I had found with everyone here and what happens?" Milo looked at Iulius with disillusion in his eyes, "I get accused of subterfuge and hit with a damned rifle butt.".
Milo stood up and walked over to his bed, he sat down, looking away from the group. "I don't know what led you two to be so crucial of others, but by the Goddesses." he continued sullenly, "Your distrust will only fail us all."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2015 23:28:52 GMT
Iulius sighed, he had been to harsh on the boy, like a green recruit Milo needed guidance if he was to live through his first real battle, he had made a mistake assuming that his fellows were experienced fighters, he would not repeat it. Casting his spear aside he walked over and sat down next to Milo, throwing his arm around the boy's shoulder like an older brother would, "Milo my boy, I have misjudged you. I took you for a fighter, not a raw recruit. There are many lessons you will need to learn if you wish to grow old like me, the first one is don't go sneaking about behind your comrade's backs. I apologize for accusing you of treachery, and tomorrow I shall teach you how to fight."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2015 23:41:21 GMT
A loud thud, moonlight spilling into the darkness of the cabin, silhouetting a Large, burly man, who actually takes up more then the doorway, being much bigger then even Iulius or Garth, and clad fully in scale except his head, where one could see in the shifting light was covered in countless scars and donned by graying black hair pulled back in a short pony tail.
“who. Screamed.” his expression, chiseled from anger and annoyance given form, lit only by the lantern extended in his hand, dares all to speak more words then necessary, as does the war hammer he easily wields in one hand, as he meets everyone, locking eyes for at least a second, before moving on.
Eventually, a finger points to Jakobe, mumbling in the fetal position in near a corner.
“What. Is his problem?” stern, his teeth grinding against each other. The impression he gives is that he would end this nonsense with his hammer if it was up to him, most likely silencing more then just Jakobe, despite him being the only one making any noise.
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