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Post by Grozer on Nov 19, 2007 13:28:29 GMT -5
Without a word he stepped quietly through the temple, his boots more blood soaked with each step and the sight of so many bodies causing his own stomach to stir. Ripped... torn... bodies they once were, the stench of death everywhere.
"Get this cleaned up quickly!" He barked watching a few Guardsmen struggling to drag a beholder's carcass from the chamber into the pyre outside.
"When this is done, double the guard at every gate and increase patrols. How you let these men get inside the City is unacceptable!"
With the point of his sword, he prodded two of the dead. Nothing. They werent victims of the horror. Sheathing his sword, he looked back over the room and headed out back into the city.
Passing the numerous guards working and surrounding the temple, he could hear the whispers, soldier telling soldier the strange men claimed there were many more and they would kill the Captain.
"Indeed...", Ranan thought to himself, "...another who wants my head." Something about this time felt strangely different. As he entered the Great Hall he pulled the parchment from his belt pouch, reading as he walked.
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Post by Grozer on Nov 19, 2007 14:35:23 GMT -5
A noticed posted near the barracks door inside the Great Hall:
By order of the Captain:
1. Double the watch at each gate, search any suspicous entrants and ask their business. 2. Patrols shall be conducted continuously until further notice.
All members of the Guard shall report before the Captain for special orders at the end of this tenday. Make preparations before arriving.
//The last part for those Redmist Guards still around, this coming Saturday at 10 am PST. I hope that allows European players to join in.
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Nov 19, 2007 15:35:52 GMT -5
Several tally books in hand Mynian stopped in front of the temple gates and wrinkled her nose. An all too familiar smell drifted through the air. She gazed up a bit as the plume of smoke rose up over the temple wall.
A frown creased her lips. It was one thing to go after someone. It was another to kill others in order to get a message to who you're after. It was another thing completely to slaughter so... so....
Mynian made a disgusted sound and muttered, "Ugly Klauth work."
She continued on her way to the hall.
Whoever these people were, Mynian did not appreciate the fact that they were willing to put by standards in the path of their killing. The guards were doing their duty when they died. The merchants and who ever else was there did not deserve that sort of end.
Did she not expect people to come after the Captain? Of course not, she wasn't daft. It would be a rare tenday indeed if no one would say or think the words, "Kill Ranan Hallomein." She would, though, hope that if they tried it would not be at the expense at those who simply live in this city.
Mynian gave a polite nod to the guard Andril as she headed into the hall, her face carefully neutral. The words were going through her head.
Yeh hurt tha people... mistake number one.
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Post by Grozer on Nov 21, 2007 19:05:37 GMT -5
//ooc: I have been asked by a DM to move this Guard 'gathering' to Sunday at 1:30pm PST. Thanks. //If you are planning to attend please post here or send me a PM if you wish to keep your PC anon. Thanks.
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Post by Grozer on Nov 27, 2007 21:35:27 GMT -5
"Do us all a favor Hallomein, cut your own throat now!"
The words echoed in his head over and over again as he sat quietly in front of the fireplace flask in hand. Crackle of fire and the warmth of bitter spirits were the only company while reliving the meeting in his mind.
He could smell their fear, each of the Malarites that survived the attack reeked of it. The inner rage boiling inside demanded blood, the party he brought laid slaughtered around the floor of the temple alongside so many of the Beastlord's faithful. They laid this trap, they were responsible for drawing him there. Even now he knew he made the right choice, they were needed, even if as bait. He stayed his hand.
Glancing at the crumpled parchment, he uttered the name quietly. Sundar had shown himself barking out to kill the 'vessel' as the room fell into darkness. Howls... screams... the splatter of blood...claws scratching off his armor in every direction he turned. Cleaving for where Sundar had stood there was nothing but air.
The red glow of his sword cutting through bone and flesh seemed not to stop these beasts. Calling to the hells was answered, the Pit Fiend's violent assault began. Swirling flashes of light and rain of fire crashing down..... and then finally quiet as the darkness faded.
That sight he would not forget, his breath was heavy from the battle his armor, helm, shield and sword sprayed with blood, enemy and ally both. Each of them came to stand by him in this time, yet there on the cold stone of floor their broken bodies laid. Had he not used every blessing the Dark Lord bestowed on him that day surely he would have been there as well.
Click
Looking over to see the door handle turn slowly, his thoughts broken, he could not believe the irony of now needing to find a Lathander Priest.... alive.
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