NOTW XXIX: Hired Swords - Game Thread

It was just a noob, go back to sleep.
 
OOC: I think comments like that are extremely detrimental to the NOTW community's ability to attract new members choxorn.

If you can't say anything nice...
 
Morning Three

The snowstorm had subsided a bit and the men were still sheltered behind the mountain.

The Adventurer exited his tent, where he was joined by a sleepy Halberdier. "Could you perhaps summon the men for me? That way we might yet make use of your loudness." The Halberdier nodded.

"EVERYONE AWAKEN! TIME TO MOVE! GO GO GO!"

The Adventurer grumbled "Somebody do me a head count.".

The Maceman started counting the people, as they exited their tents and packed for today's march. He quickly came to a pleasant surprise; there were no people missing, and none of them had been murdered during the night. "Sir, they're all still here! Seems like everyone has survived the night!"

With no further deaths to lie heavy on the men's minds, breakfast was actually quite a pleasant affair that morning. Apart from the few people that still ate in obstinate silence, the men were all in an excited buzz whether the attacks had stopped and they would all get home safely, save for the unfortunate deaths of the Captain, the Battlemaster and the Druid. All in all, breakfast was eaten quickly and the men were ready to leave considerably faster than they were the last day.

"Mood's up a bit, sir." the Sharpshooter said to the Adventurer. "But unless I'm mistaken, it's going to be down again in a few minutes."

"How so?" the Adventurer responded.

The Sharpshooter pointed at the sky, his face set in an unmistakable frown. Dark clouds were closing in on the Company fast.

Ten minutes later, they were caught in a hailstorm. The Company went on their way as before, but there was a considerable lot more swearing among the men, ill-tempered at the weather.

The thread is open for posting again. Night falls in 48 (EDIT = This is now 72) hours!
Execution votes in bold, support votes in bold green.
 
Well, I'd still like to know why the adept sithlord447 hasn't contributed at all to discussion. Could it because he's still recovering from the effort it took to freeze our battlemaster?
 
OOC: I think comments like that are extremely detrimental to the NOTW community's ability to attract new members choxorn.

If you can't say anything nice...

I'm just joking around.... :p
 
Dragonslayer says: Nice to see everyone survive the night, although this hail storm iis a ************** ******** ********* ******!!!!!!!
 
Thats a pleasant surprise that everyone is here this morning. But was anyone attacked last night?
 
The big Orc strolled out of his tent, a big sparkle in his eye. Apart from not one but two bumps in the night he slept soundly.

“Ahhh that was a good sleep” He yelled with a yawn​

Despite the hail, he looked very pleased with himself. He surveyed the other mercenaries giving them big toothy grin. He stopped in front of Seon and Stuck in Pi and gave them extra big grins that revealed his ever so sharp teeth. He moved on and gave a little wave to Askthepizzaguy as he returned to pack up his tent.
 
Thats a pleasant surprise that everyone is here this morning. But was anyone attacked last night?

No, but I saw a bunch of people moving around when I got up to take a pee.
 
"Where are those bloody magicians and there no hailstorm spells when you need them!"
 
No deaths? That's good news! However, it might be the silence before the storm. Choxorn, can you tell us more about what you saw this morning?

If adept sithlord447 really hasn't contributed anything to the discussion I suggest we force him to talk. I can always withdraw my accusation.
 
Silently, Malarkh re-entered the camp-site mere moments before the storm hit.
The rain and hail, the ferocity of the freezing north wind, and the savage fury of the storm swept over the group, and Malarkh picked his way between them, ignoring their complaints, stopping next to the Adventurer and Sharpshooter.
"The Illian tundra, the ice fields, have changed little, the paths are as written. But... there are signs of evil moving in this forsaken land. And now, we see Nature's challenge this hostility. I fear these signs, and the threat they bring upon us...
What news is there this past night?"
 
The lizardman moved slowly, the cold of the Illian weather beginning to take its toll on his strength. He adresses the rest of the company, raising his voice almost to berserker-volume:

"I have ssspoken to the wizssard, and the red herbsss are indeed usssed to create a potion of hot blood, which could help me sssurvive thessse blizzardsss, lending my renewed ssstrength to the Company'sss bessst.

However, we need a sssecond herb, known asss the herb Ignesss, to concoct thisss potion."
 
Do you know if you could make such a potion with the ingredients or who could? Although answering this publicly may not be the best idea. It seems like our current priority needs to be getting you what you need to survive.
 
"It is very quiet today! You guys afraid of a bit of hail?"
"Whats more, there seems to be a lack of interest from everybody in trying to find the Illian scum and those murderers that have betrayed us. You guys are mercenary's not bloody flowers. Surely you all can't be afraid of death!"​

The berserker picks up his pace and continues his hail pelted walk in disgust.
 
"It is very quiet today! You guys afraid of a bit of hail?"
"Whats more, there seems to be a lack of interest from everybody in trying to find the Illian scum and those murderers that have betrayed us. You are guys a mercenary's not bloody flowers. Surely you all can't be afraid of death!"​

The berserker picks up his pace and continues his hail pelted walk in disgust.

GM comment: The Berserker speaks the truth. I'm inclined to extend the day by another 24 hours simply because the thread's silent as a graveyard.
 
Adept Sithlord447 Needs to speak. it was said by a wise shaman once that "he who wants to live should talk" and that "Talk needs to be Loud and fast to be reasonable"
 
SIthlord447 should speak up, if he seeks survival.
 
"I am tempted to join in on thisss execution of the sssilentsss, but then we'd have to execute mossst of the company, it ssseemsss. Ssso inssstead, let me re-ssstate my missstrussst in the Doviello membersss of thisss group. Ssstuck In Pi, I would be interesssted in hearing something from you."
 
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