NOTW XXIV - The Age Of Despair (Bannor Thread)

[Chandrasekhar]

"I say we go to the Lanun. The orcs are as likely to kill us as to help us, and retreat would just put us back where we started, but maybe we can get the seafaring people to help us. Sure, Hannah the Irin might be less than hospitable, and there's a cult spreading among them that worships beings scarcely less horrifying than the ones we're running from, but the pirates have an odd sort of honor, and if Falamar welcomes us, I'm sure that at least four of our number will be, uh... well-provided for, I suppose."

 

[Winston Hughes]

I've always wanted to go on a boat!

Arrr. Swab the decks, me hearties!

Lanun it is.

 

[Diamondeye]

The swordsman sighs: "hmph. At least, it's better than Clan lands. Can't see why we wouldn't want to return to Bannor, though, and I am maintaining my vote for that solution."

He then looks the servant: "You think the title 'galley slave' fits you better than your current? Great thinking."

 

[Winston Hughes]

I've always wanted to practice my art in strange and exotic places. Why do you think I signed up for this little jaunt in the first place?

I must admit, though, I'm a little bored of cleaning up blood and guts and broken teeth all the time. It'd be nice to have a bit more variety, you know? Maybe the Lanun have some buried treasure I could polish.

 

[Diamondeye]

"Mhm, I see, wiping your own already-eaten breakfast from a shipdeck is better than wiping a bit of blood off weapons and armor? What do I know... All I'm saying is that I like the Bannor alternative better still. Are there no more alternatives?"

 

[thomas.berubeg]

Voting is Closed

Post in a few hours.

 

[thomas.berubeg]

Evening 1​

There was a distinct and oppressive air over the regiment as it made it’s preparations for departure. The soldiers all crouched around their fire as the votes and proposals for the retreat were tallied.

The Scout Sepuku produced from his pack a supply of strange dried fruit, which he passed around, giving everyone a boost of energy. Nevertheless, the Regiment sat in Silence around the fire that Winston, the servant, had started. As the cold, dry wind of Hell coiled around them, seemingly sucking ever bit of vitality they had, the tally was announced.

“Friends.” Spoke the Confessor, “Friends. We have chosen to strike back to our homeland, to try to salvage what is left of it. May Junil be with us. We march tomorrow at first light.”

The soldiers sat around for a bit longer, melancholy, but as the night rose and the stars were clouded, one by one, they set off for their tents.

Backwards logic -Bannor lands
PaulusIII -Lanun lands
Nictel -Bannor lands
LightFang -Bannor lands
D’artagnan59
Diamondeye -Bannor lands
Sepuku
Shadowbound
TheForestAuro -Bannor lands
BananaLee -Bannor lands
Renata -Clan
the13thRonin -Bannor lands
Chandresekhar- Lanun lands
WinstonHughes -Lanun lands
Niklas -Clan


Night People, please send me your posts

 

[D'Artagnan59]

OOC: I'm going to be in Vermont until Wednesday and will have limited access to a computer (I'm currently on it now despite being in VT).

 

[thomas.berubeg]

Bannor Morning 2

Though the timepieces all said that it was morning, the sun seemed to belie it. The Sky was a dark, heavy grey, weighing the sky down. It seemed to all those who awoke that morning that the roof of the world was bearing down upon them, held up only be the mountains of the Khazad, in the distance.

The regiment in an orderly manner, quickly folded up the tents, not really looking at each other, each doing what they needed to prepare the camp for its abandonment.

It was only when the Regiment formed up into the formation that it was noticed that a tent still stood. Looking around, they realized that one of their number was missing. Renata, the Half Orc Guardsman, who had saved each of the regiment many times over, was no where to be seen.

Fearfully, they walked towards the tent, dreading what they’d find inside. Rightfully so, as the stench of death greated their noses. Renata lay on his couch in a pool of his own blood.

Spoiler :

Renata was an innocent

The Men looked at each other in shock, but, as they gazed helplessly at the dead man, demonic howls filled the air. The Confessor cried “FLY! FLY! The spawn of hell is upon us!” Pell-mell, the Regiment ran…

Voting is Open

 

[Sepuku]

I know that we have to flee but I still feel bad not being able to properly bury Renata. May Junil watch over his body and make sure that none of these foul demons ravage it in our wake...

 

[Diamondeye]

Breathing through his teeth during the first part of their hasty retreat, the swordsman gasps: "May Junil ... (breathing pause) Have mercy... (again) On her soul."

OOC: I'm really busy the next couple of days, and will be almost unreachable on msn. Throw me a PM if you need to talk to me - that's also the reason for the short reply. Sorry.)

 

[Nictel]

The Confessor does a quick prayer for Renata along the way.

"I think we need to find some sort of shelter, preferably a place that is well defensible!"

 

[Winston Hughes]

Still running as fast as his legs will carry him, the Servant looks back over his shoulder at the rest of the group, who are trailing some way behind.

What's that, Confessor? Hole up and wait for the demons to pay us another visit? No thank you!

He slows to a halt, allowing the others to catch up.

But I suppose it might be a good idea to catch our breath for a minute. It seems that running and talking don't go well together...

So, who murdered Renata, then?

I'd put money on it being one of our little group who did the deed. If it was demons they surely would've killed the lot of us.

Maybe it was that silent guy - the War Mage. He'd do well to speak up soon...

On the other hand, I imagine the killer being pretty strong if he was confident of killing a mountain of muscle like our half-orc Guardsman. The Swordsman and the Crusader look pretty beefy - maybe one of them did the deed.

Or perhaps it was the Private.

 

[Diamondeye]

The swordsman stops for a second; "I honestly have no clue. But those who're silent would be a good guess. Warmage, unless you speak up, you have my vote.

Anyway, less talking, more running. Let's put some distance to this hell."
The swordsman begins running again, keeping close to the servant to hear what he should say.

 

[TheForestAuro]

"We're all doomed, we're all doomed, we're all doomed! They've come, invisible demons in the night!"

The archivist grabbed his things hastily, tripped overhimself, rolled over and just breathed in his panic.

 

[BananaLee]

Demons in our midst - there is dirty work afoot but running isn't going to help. Let us pace ourselves on our trek back to the homelands, lest we have no energy to fight.

Who is this demon amongst us? Or even these demons? In the absence of any other evidence, I shall point at a random silent person. Ronin, speak and I will change my vote.

 

[LightFang]

The Rationeer ran in a very distinctive style. It looked like a rather quick shuffle, but at the same time once; she was somehow able to look completely as if she were merely taking a leisurely stroll, but at speeds normally reserved for a sort of gasping, exhaustive run.

Tsk tsk, this will complicate matters, she said, delicately understating the situation.

 

[Diamondeye]

"I believe that's enough time to allow for a reply... Shadowbound, speak up."

 

[Chandrasekhar]

"Ronin spoke up briefly yesterday, to support returning to the Bannor homeland. On the other hand, I don't think our WarMage, Shadowbound, has come forward at all yet. Maybe he's too busy summoning demons? They say that the Amurites are completely unscrupulous in pursuing magical power, after all."

 

[Sepuku]

I agree that Shadowbound has been acting suspicious. We need to stand together to fight, not hide in the shadows and watch others fall while you do nothing. Speak now Shadowbound or let your silence condem you.