NOTW XXIV - The Age Of Despair (Bannor Thread)

Bannor Squad:

The Fall of Kwythellar was disastrous. All the survivors knew it. Around them, the ground darkened and the vegetation turned to ash and dust. From the burning ruins of the city, fell cries hounded the regiment, forcing it out into the open.

Fearing an attack, the Bannor bared their weapons, but all was silent. Moving back fearfully, the regiment formed up, making ranks around those members needing protections.

The surviving clerics silently prayed, their faith shaken. They prayed for safety and protection and healing…

As they left the outskirts of the city, the Regiment settled, making its camp in a hidden hallow.

They knew they had to decide where to go, where to escape…

NIGHT OF THE WEREWOLVES XXIV – THE AGE OF DESPAIR…


Character list:
Backwards Logic: Crusader (Male- bannor)
PaulusIII: Adept (female - Amurite)
Nictel: Confessor (male - Bannor)
LightFang: Rationeer (female - Bannor)
D'artagnan59: Medic (female - Grigori)
Diamondeye: Swordsman (male - Bannor)
Sepuku: Scout (male - Bannor)
Shadowbound: WarMage (male - Amurite)
TheForestAuro: Archivist (male -Bannor)
Bananalee: Prior (male - Bannor)
Renata: Guardsman (male -Half orc Bannor) - dead morning one
the13thRonin: private (male - Bannor)
Chandrasekhar: Archer (male - Bannor)
Winston Hughes - Servant (male - Bannor)
Niklas: Camp Follower (female - Kuriotate)
Posting is open.

Character role play for today.

(OOC: I guess first post to me...hopefully itll take away the silence fallen over this thread )

It seems that our fight with these foul demons has begun upon another front. The fall of Kwythellar must be advenged!
Is there any among us that carries the mantle of leadership?

"The Sheaim have done it this time. Don't they know we will all be thrown in to Armageddon now?!
We must warn the Upper Council, with our combined forces we will drive this demon spawn from our lands!"

The swordsman sighed and stood up - several wounds and burns covered his body, but he didn't seem to notice the pain from them. He looked at the others before saying, in a low voice: "We should have destroyed them earlier. Although it is our fault, we can yet correct it. And if anyone can, it is us. We are the last hopes of Erebus..." He grimaces in pain and covers one of his wounds with a hand before continuing. "We just need some time to reorganize and let our wounds heal. We fought the demons once, on their home soil. What makes them think we can't do it again on our own premises?"

Realising that his comrades do not yet know who's who, the Servant puffs out his chest and strides into the middle of the camp, speaking loudly.

Ha! These demons hold no fear for a mighty warrior such as myself. The more the merrier, that's what I say!

He stumbles over a small rock, landing head first in a murky puddle. Picking himself up, and wiping the brown gunk from his face, the Servant continues with his increasingly ridiculous charade.

A demon within our camp! Die, foul beast!!

Grabbing a stick, he proceeds to hit the small rock several times. Although the rock suffers no obvious damage from this assault, the Servant stops after a minute or so, looking rather pleased with himself.

Fear not, my brothers-in-arms, the monster is slain! No need to thank me. It's all in a days work for a hardened demon-killer like me!

Diamondeye said:

The swordsman sighed and stood up - several wounds and burns covered his body, but he didn't seem to notice the pain from them. He looked at the others before saying, in a low voice: "We should have destroyed them earlier. Although it is our fault, we can yet correct it. And if anyone can, it is us. We are the last hopes of Erebus..." He grimaces in pain and covers one of his wounds with a hand before continuing. "We just need some time to reorganize and let our wounds heal. We fought the demons once, on their home soil. What makes them think we can't do it again on our own premises?"

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I agree. We fought them when they had the advantage and escaped with our lives, they will not be so lucky.
I may not be a Swordsman hacking apart their great Skeleton armies, but I cannot wait to wet my blade with the blood of a Hellhound. Against one such as I, their fiendish animals stand no chance!
So let them come and taste my steel!

(OOC: Ima Scout )

The adept surveys the burning ruins of Kwythellar from a hill in the Bannor encampment. Quietly, she sheds a tear for the many who had died because the demonic hordes, or worse... those that still lived under the demonic oppressors.

"By all the gods that have not given up hope yet, we need to keep faith in our survival. If we lose faith in that we shall fall to the forces of Despair..."

She turns from the disaster that befell Kwythellar and sits down with the rest of the regiment. A smile crosses her face as she sees the antics of the Servant, who was loudly boasting of his skills against demons and making a theatrical showfight against a rock.

At the very least, she felt that hope had not left this encampment yet.

The swordsman stops and falls silent as he sees the adept descending from the hill, a tear running down her cheek. As if struck by magic, all the rough, brutish energy disperses from his face and he proceeds to sit down besides her, putting a shoulder on her shoulder.
"Is there anything I can do to comfort you, milady? Apart from pounding rocks with sticks, I mean." He tries a small smile as he looks her in the face. "Just say so, and I'll be there. That's what makes us different than them. We're there for each other. Remember that."

Is there a healer in the camp? I have a hangnail ...

"Thank you for your kind words, swordsman. I'm glad to see that even in the ruined place that Erebus has become by now, there is still some good to be found here. Only together will we stand tall against the forces of Despair, and one day we might be able to see Kwythellar in all its glory, rebuilt."

Briefly, she pictures herself Kwythellar the way it was - a city, larger than any on the face of Erebus, bustling with activity and all kinds of creatures. Truly a work of Amathaon's art.

Sadly, reality was different. Agares had corrupted the beautiful city beyond belief.

All I want to say is...

LightFang said:

All I want to say is...

Spoiler :

You guys over in the caravan thread suck!

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(OOC: Paulus, are you the Adept for the 2nd game in a row now? Hopefully we will be more lucky then last time huh? )

{ OOC: I'm desperately waiting for a list of characters to be posted so I can roleplay accordingly. I will make my appearance once I know who everyone is (including in particular their gender). }

Niklas said:

{ OOC: I'm desperately waiting for a list of characters to be posted so I can roleplay accordingly. I will make my appearance once I know who everyone is (including in particular their gender). }

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I didn't get a gender with mine

Can I please be a dude???? Please?!?!

No, you'll be a hermaphodite.

And I'm waiting for the character list myself.

Exhausted from the narrow escape from death, Backwards Logic looked into the eyes of his fellow survivors. Some bore the look of pain, others shock, and others still seemed to have their wits about them despite cheating death. Whether they were oblivious to the carnage or just able to keep their composure when staring into the face of death he didn't know, but the thought was set aside for another day. Instead, he tried hard to recognize their faces and put names and roles to them, but the lack of a character list from the almighty GM made the task difficult if not impossible. "Patience," he told himself. Rumor had it a so-called 'internet,' ("or is it internets?" he wondered aloud,) was necessary for this character list to surface. Backwards Logic sighed. Whatever this strange device was, he figured soon it would be operational and he could roleplay accordingly. For the sake of the others, he could only hope so.

Dropping his belongings, the old man (yes, again) gingerly arranged the maps and scrolls in his bustling pack for the nth time that day. Sighing, he swayed and collapsed on the floor in exhaustion and despair.

"But how...Kwythellar...surely, we must be close to doomed if we are not already!" mumbled the Archivist, pulling a map free as a series of tax scrolls scattered across the ground with the commotion. "Where will we go now?"

OOC @ Niklas: Who are you, Falamar?

OOC: I believe Niklas is something that would qualify as "that girl that follows the guys when they go out to fight and make sure they can relax once they get home".

IC: The swordsman patted the adept on the shoulder before walking over and helping the achivist to his feet. "Are you alright, Sir? Do you need assistance with anything?"

"Oh, no...I've got everything under control, I suppose. I just don't understand how this could happen. You...a warrior always has a job to do, but without a archive how am I supposed to keep track of it! Do you know how many precious texts and books were lost?"

Frowning and looking over the scrolls and maps in front of him, he pointed for the swordsman to look over them, if he chose. "That's all I got out before I ran. As much as I could fit in my pack."