The Adventure - IC/RP

[TearsoftheWorld]

Lealle had arrived at the Green Field outpost just two days ago and already her sword had seen combat. Thankfully her blade was currently resting in her barracks, idle for the time being. Sighing to herself she sat down, practically exhausted from watch duty. As an officer she wasn't required to participate in those watches, but she felt it was necessary to get a feel for what was going on around her, to better prepare her in case something happened.

"Quiet night?" Private Markins had asked her earlier as she came up towards the outpost. Lealle had smiled at him and nodded her head, noting that it would probably be a peaceful night.

"Yes, but remain on alert. Two days is more than enough time for them to recover their strength... but the fields are empty, not a sound to be heard for miles save for the wildlife." she added as she moved into the fortifications.

"I need a bath," she sighed to herself.

 

[macmillian]

I sat very comfortably with my back against the large Oak. I had finished eating before sunset and packed away my things. I spread my leather sheet upon the ground and wrapped myself in my blanket and settled in for the night. My bow close by as was my long knife. I didn't think I would need them hidden here in the thicket under the large Oak tree.

Tomorrow I would go over to the Green Field Outpost and see if I could trade for a new pair of woolen pants and a bag of salt. I was running low on the salt and I was not near a place I could get any without trading for it. I had several good rabbit skins, a strong staff and a bundle of new arrows.

Tonight I would get some sleep and get an early star in the morning. I would like to be back in the woods by mid-day.

 

[Wyldfire]

The figure in the dark finished filling the hole it had dumped the body in. The merchant had never known what hit him and his three companions. The first two had gone quickly with arrows in their heads. The Merchant himself had been more of a problem. In his cowardess he'd thought hiding in his wagon would save him. Therra's sabre had finished it off. Now here she stood with a wagon full of goods that she had no reason having. Produce and cloth wasn't her specialty in fencable goods. Especially when these provisions had been meant for the outpost not too far from here.

A thought hit her suddenly. Why couldn't she sell these goods to the soldiers? Maybe she'd get lucky and there wouldn't be trouble. With the outpost being where it was it was getting to the point that no honest thief could move about without some soldier or the other sticking their nose into their business.

She got into the wagon and snapped the reighs getting the mules into motion. If this works it could be the beginnings of a great new way to fence her takes. With that warming thought Therra headed towards the outpost to do her "merchanting".

 

[Snoozebutton2]

Abel sat in a old weathered chair in the back of the room. He truly hated these godforsaken corners of the kingdom. But these were the places a sword for hire was needed the most. His current abode was a sturdy inn named the Golden Lion. There was hardly anything golden about this inn. It had two saving graces, first it was the closest stables, livestock pens and way station to the Green Field outpost. And secondly while nothing on the eyes, the timbers and stone construction was solid and well thought out. Abel moved the last piece of his bread across the final particles of his once full plate of stew. He mused, "That plate sure looked better covered." The dinged up tin plate was almost as clean as before the stew filled it. He downed the last of his beer, whipping the foam from his mouth as set the eathernware mug down. He stretched in his chair. Enjoying the glow of a hearthy simple meal and listened to the chatter of the other patrons

 

[lauralicious]

Mya lives in a little secluded forest grove in the Gaian woodlands. Mya's mother was an elf, who was raped and impregnated by an evil band of forest faeries. Mya can pass for an elf in the human lands, but nowhere inside Gaia Proper. She stands at an even five feet tall. She has long flowing brown hair, though some of her hair is the color of silver and gold, which makes it sparkle and seem to glow. Her skin is a deep tan, her almond-shaped eyes a deep emerald green. The translucent wings sprouting from her shoulderblades don't allow her to fly, and she has no real control over them, but they mostly move according to her mood. She usually wears a simple little slip, made of elfsilk that can never be stained or torn. She has robes that she wears when she enters human cities, covering herself and her wings. If her mother taught her anything it was that human men were easily attracted by young elfin females.

Mya tends to the little lives of her grove, helping the plants grow, the creatures copulate, all life continuing on its grand cycle in spite of war and chaos and blood. Here... there was peace.


But not lately. She could still hear Mother Earth crying from the pain of battle, the lost departed souls. Mya knew that where there was death there was the potential for rebirth. Sometimes that rebirth just took a long, long time.

Mya sat high in one of her trees, her eyes to the east, to the campfires of the human army, the city rising on the horizon. A band of Orcs was congregating below her, and she kept silent and motionless, knowing she was invisible so high above them, in the dark. She could not understand their language, but she knew from the tone of their voices, and the bloody field between the forest and the human outpost, she knew that they had not been victorious. Her heart ached as their evil presence in the forest began poisoning everything around them. Tomorrow, when they had gone on, she would begin the delicate task of reblessing this forest.

 

[Josheb]

Rym took one last look around his shop and smiled. The inventory was all displayed properly, every piece was in its place. It was openning day for his store and he expected nothing less then banner sales. Rym had to borrow money from the local bankers to finance this place, but it had been worth it. He could offer baubles of great power at a reduced price by using low cost jewelry as his medium. Rym had mastered his basic enchants long ago, and enjoyed casting the same spells over and over again for the last few weeks as he built his inventory. There was nothing here of great value. A few amorous charms, some basic good health charms, some temperature warding charms. Basic things, but hundreds of them. He'd put Shaw's Trinkets, the most famous enchanter in town, out of business in no time.

Rym sat on the stool behind his counter and waited for his first customer. After a few minutes the little bell he'd attached to the door jangled and he looked up. There was a soldier standing there in full regalia. Rym smiled and approached the warrior, proffering his hand. The soldier shook it and didn't let go.
"Are you Rim?" the soldier asked.

"Its pronounced Rhyme. And yes, how may I help you?"

"You have been drafted into the King's army. Report to Green Field Outpost by dusk today. Here is your draft notice and your orders." The soldier handed Rym a scroll. Instead of protesting the elf looked the scroll over. Everything was in order, even the signature on the draft warrent: Major Manuel Shaw. Rym shook his head, thoroughly pissed that his competition would stoop to such a low tactic to run his out of business.

"Everything in order?" the soldier asked.

"Quite, unfortunately." Rym was resigned to his fate.

"Unfortunately? Its an honor to serve King and country!" The soldier's voice took on an angry hue.

"Mayhaps, but today was my first day of business. I borrowed from a banker to purchase this shop. Will the King repay the debt he's forced upon me with this draft warrent?" Rym was quite serious. The soldier was not amused.

"You just see to it that you make it to Green Field Outpost by dusk." The soldier turned and left.

Rym sighed and started planning what he'd do.

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Rym made it to the outpost just after dusk. He'd shown his creditors his draft notice and used it as a leverage in getting out of his debt. He'd given them his building and half his inventory as repayment of the loan. The other half he wore, either as earrings or rings or bracelets, necklaces, lanyards, arm bands, anklets and other jewelry. He was on foot, he couldn't afford a mule, let alone a horse.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Splashing her face with water, Lealle brought her hands to the cloth she would use to dry them with, then placing her hands on her hips she looked around her room.

"Eh, where did I... oh" she said to herself, spotting her sword that was leaning up against the wall. Moving over to pick it up, she pulled it from its sheath, the blade looked as if it has just been made... straight from the fires and yet the metal was ice cold.

"I hope that tonight you can at least sleep a little while longer," she said hopefully, turning the sword around and placing it in its decorated scabbard. There had been a knock at the door not more than a second later, and answering it stood Corporal Richards.

"Ma'am, reinforcements from the Kingdom have arrived. They're awaiting your instructions."

"Thank you," she said in response, closing the door as the officer left the room. Scratching her head Lealle decided to present herself in a more casual manner instead of wearing her full battle gear.

"Probably scared out of their minds, being here." she said to herself as she changed into a fine tunic, the dark fabric resting comfortably on her body. She fastened her belt around her pants, then sat down in one of her chairs and slipped on her smooth black boots. Dressed as she was she would probably fit in at a nobles court rather than the sorely tested outpost.

The new arrivals, well a good deal of them anyways, looked like they hadn't even picked up a sword in their life. She would have to change that. Her eyes darted back and forth over their faces, and she noted a few individuals whom seemed to carry themselves with some bearing. That was some measure of comfort but not much. But she hid her thoughts, putting a warm smile on her face.

"So, you're all here for a reason. And that reason is because you were each chosen to represent your people... your family and friends and provide for them in the most noblest of ways. This place might not seem like paradise, but if you work hard and diligently you will be honored amongst heroes. I want each of you to look at the person to your right and to your left. Gentleman these will be your closest companions save for perhaps the sword around your belt. But don't worry, I'm here so there's no reason to fret." she added with a smile.

Hopefully they would feel a little more at ease as time went on, but more pressing matters needed attending to. She had glanced at a few reports from earlier, and it was noted that there was an urgent need for a new Supply Officer. After checking it over with one of her lieutenants, Lealle lifted her head up to the group again.

"I have a job for one of you, so who wants to go ahead and volunteer themselves?"

 

[Snoozebutton2]

Abel heard grumblings from a few merchants that insurance rates had sky rocketed in the area recently. There was talk of talk of more patrols but several scofted at the mention. One merchant in particular was stealing glaces. He was a thin pale man with the look of a crooked coin changer. Abel had sent many of his ilk to meet their fate. Abel turned away but a moment and looked back and the man was gone. His smile soon returned when anya came with a fresh taggard of beer. It appear a group of the merchants wanted to speak with him. They couldn't have picked a better emissary. While not a young maiden, anya more than made up for with hardened beauty. She was like the last flower to bloom before winter. While some of it's color and freshness had faded it's stark beauty tugged at your heart. Her icy blue eyes had a wisdom in them but when she smiled they had the power to entrall the most hard hearted. Her hair was also platinum though now was a mixture of silver. Though not thin she carried her weight well and in all the right places. Abe blushed when said told him,"These merchants would like to enquire of your services with a sword, I wouldn't mind trying it myself." She winked as sashayed away.

 

[Josheb]

Rym

Rym looked around at the other recruits. They were dressed for war in mismatched armor and most of them had girded on a weapon of somesort. Rym was dressed in fine silk and linen and was covered in sparkling jewelry. He was thoroughly out of place here, and for once it wasn't because he was an Elf in Man's land.

His commanding officer was a woman. While he noted that as not being what he expected he didn't find it particularly odd. Rym had female instructors back at the mage academy. When she asked for a volunteer he raised his hand. He caught her eye before he spoke and held her gaze, wondering if his amour glamor charm was working at this distance.

"I'll help you, but I have to warn you, I have no martial skills whatsoever."

 

[macmillian]

The road to Green Field Outpost ran close to the wood and from that point I walked the road up towards the outpost. Going by the road I would run into guard stations and each time they passed me on. I reached the outer band of defenses and was allowed no further. You register with the corpral and that was passed inside. If some one in the garrison wanted to trade he or she was allowed go and trade. I had arranged my blanket on the ground and set out my trade goods. The four rabbit pelts, the wooden staff and a bundle of fine war arrows. It was early and so I sat and waited. I would wait till noon and then disapear back into the woods.

About an hour later, an archer, no a bowman walked out the gate and the corporal pointed me out. He walk over to me and said I had arrows to trade and he would like see them. I showed him the bundle and I handed him a single shaft to look at. Your are the son of the Marsh Warden and archer with the city forces. I am your adopted brother, and how are the others. Well I hope.

Archer .... "What are you asking my brother Rringleaf? They have returned home and I became a professional soldier

Ringleaf .... I am asking a small bag of salt and a pair of woolen pants.!

Archer .... I see you still make your own composite bow, looks good, but looks can be deceiving. Like arriving at the induction center with four and not five. We suffered for two weeks and then it was over. No bad mark on our records. We didn't even tell who the fifth inductee was. Your safe Ringleaf. I'll shoot you for the lot. I win, no salt, you win, keep you goods and receive the salt. Flight of three /or five.

Ringleaf .... "Flight of three, no more is needed. You brother can shoot first.
I thread my bow and slip my quiver over my shoulder and follow him to the archery field.

We stop at the first position, target 100 feet away. No, as we both shake our heads no. The next station is is at 600 feet away and here we stop.

Archer .... "three flights, your arrows are brown and mine red". In short order he fires all three shots quicky and acurately. Two in the center and one off.

Ringleaf .... I step up and look down range and in the brifest of moments I have fired my flight. Three in the center, two bulls eyes and one just off.

Archer .... " my brother, come that was excellent shooting. You not as fast or as accurate as a full blooded elf, but a little slower, You hit where You aim.

Ringleaf .... "let's recover our arrows and then my stuff and the wager that you lost." He opens his cloak and withdraws two small bags of salt and a pair of brown wollen slacks. I smille at him and he smiles back and I give him the bundle of arrows. I pack up the rest and we walk togethe to the main road. '

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Lealle had folded her arms as she glanced out over the ranks of men, and then her eyes fell upon someone who had raised their hand. A smile came to her face as she called him forward.

"Thank you," she started off. "what is your name?" she asked as she had one of the scribes come forward to mark down some information. The Elf didn't look anything like a soldier, in fact he looked more like a rich town dweller than a fighter. 'Light brown hair... fair skin... good posture... eh he'll do' Lealle thought to herself.

 

[Wyldfire]

The mules hadn't made horrible time. Therra would have to give them some extra feed if this worked. The outpost was just up ahead and she was having to keep her nerves in order. All this was about was "merchanting". Keep it in her head she was nothing but a simple merchant trying to help out the outpost.

She approached the gate of the outpost waiting to see if she would be addressed before she got into the place.

 

[Josheb]

Rym

Rym stepped forward, the rest of the recruits quietly grumbled. His long elvin ears could hear a few of their comments: "Who does he think he is?" "Look at those fancy clothes." "Listen to that jewelry jangle." "God I'm feeling horny all of a sudden." "Well stay away from me you freak." Rym shook his head slightly. He was certainly bedecked today, though he was sure he was the only recruit that had been drafted to secure a monopoly.

"My name is Rym." His voice was loud and clear. Now that he was closer to his new commanding officer he was sure his amour glamour would begin to affect her by now. It was one of his favorite enchants. Women bought considerably more when they were aroused, which was good for business and wasn't why he worked so hard to create it. Rym had created it because the human girls at academy didn't seem all that interested in the quiet Elf boy who spent all of his time wasting paper scribbling. It was a wonderful trinket.

He smiled at his commanding officer. She was a bit shorter then him, with hair down to her shoulders and amazing breasts. That was always nice. Looking closer he saw she had mismatched eyes. Rym had never met a human with mismatched eyes. It was intriguing actually. And she was quite pretty. But he doubted she'd want a dalliance with a conscripted soldier, so he should probably get his mind in the proper place.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

"Rym." she repeated so that her scribe had been able to catch the name once more before jotting it down. It was required to keep a written account of everyone who had been drafted into service for the King and Queen, no exceptions. In any case Lealle stole a second glance at Rym and then a strange feeling came over her for a second. She shrugged it off as if she was avoiding a sneeze and then nodded her head.

"Right, you will follow Corporal..." Lealle had started giving Rym his assignment when another officer had entered into the room, whispering into her ear. Rolling her eyes Lealle finished her thought.

"You will follow Corporal Richards to the Supply Barracks and pick out for yourself a suit of armour that doesn't display your possessions so recklessly." she added.

"Major McDowell you can delegate the rest of the men into their positions, I'll be back shortly." she added and then followed the newly arrived officer back out of the room before dismissing him. Lealle figured she would need to change into her battle regalia if she was to deal with a hostile. An orc... of all races to openly approach a human settlement.

She hadn't bothered to put her helm on, instead wearing the rest of her armour and fastening her cloak in place. It was always a sight to see a Field Marshal dressed in full gear... it inspired courage and was almost comforting in fact. Anyways Lealle had moved out towards the front portion of the outpost with Frostguard sheathed at her side.

 

[Josheb]

Rym

It was only for a moment but Rym saw it. The tell tale sign of distraction people got around his amour enchant. The effect was gradual, minimal at first but exponentially more powerful the longer you were in contact with it. If nothing else, his hitch in the army was going to be interesting.

Rym acknowledged his orders with a nod of his head. He didn't feel like telling her that one of his earrings made thieves with intents on him to grow suddenly apathetic. It was an old enchant, used by many wizards to safeguard their hordes. Rym followed Corporal Richards away from the others toward the supply depot. Once they were out of earshot Richards broke into a grin.

"Alright soldier, what militia did you come out of that they dressed you like some court fop?"

Rym raised his left eyebrow. Court fop? These were merchant silks. Then again, Rym didn't expect a mudslogging grunt to know the difference. That wasn't fair really, these people put their lives on the line to protect his freedom, or rather, he was now a part of said people. Rym grined at the irony.

"I was never in a militia."

Richards turned and looked at the taller Elf. "What?"

"I was never in a militia, I was a citizen this morning. A grateful citizen who supported the army, but a citizen nonetheless."

"Damnit, high command was supposed to only give us trained recruits from the militia. What the hell were they thinking?" Richards came up to the supply shed and started fooling with the lock. "Damnit, I can't open this thing without some light. Hey, can you light that torch up there for me?"

While Richards was fooling with the lock Rym mumbled a few words and wiggled his fingers, a half second later the torch ignited. It wasn't much of a flame until it reached the tar, which caught fire quickly. Richards didn't seem to notice. He muttered thanks as he got the lock off and opened the door. He reached up and took the torch so they could see inside.

"Okay let's see, you're gonna need some armor. And a weapon of some sort. You have any weapon training?"

"None whatsoever." Rym answered honestly. Richards scoffed.

"High command is a bunch of faggots, and not the good kind, you know what I mean?"

Rym was a little surprised at the casual use of the word 'faggot,' and Rym was certain Richards was not referring to a bundle of kindling. However, he didn't want to stand out anymore then he already did in what was going to be his new home for the next few years. If he survived.

"What do you mean?" Rym asked, trying to sound casual.

"Well, take you for example," Richards said as he pulled a sheathed saber off a rack and tossed it to Rym who caught it adroitly, "they sent you out here with no training, not even wo weeks to learn how to stand in a shield wall or man a pike formation against cavalry. Hell, you can learn how to work a crossbow in a day or two and they didn't even teach you that. They just sent you out to an outfit that sees combat almost everyday. That's alot like getting fucked in the ass without any lubrication and the faggot in your asshole not even giving you the courtesy of a reach around. Hell giving you this armor is a waste of time, you're probably going to be killed the first time the orcs attack." Richards paused to hand Rym a full helm that actually fit. "Now that's what I call a bad faggot. A good faggot wil at least give you a blow job to say thanks, know what I mean?"

Rym stood there for a moment, feeling horribly awkward and uncomfortable. He recovered and forced himself to answer, "Not from experience, but yeah, I see what you're saying. I'm pretty much, uh, well fucked."

Richards handed Rym a set of greaves and boots. "Yeah, fucked with your pants on. Here, all we need for you now is a shield and a breastplate."

"Yeah. So," Rym said, trying to sound casual, "What's up with the commander?"

Richards laughed. "Not a bad piece of ass is she? I'd fuck her in a heartbeat if she asked. But don't let her looks trick ya, Lealle can kick more ass then anyone in this outfit. They say she picked her sergeants by having a melee with the entire outfit, and the last five she knocked down were the ones she picked as sergeants."

"Really?" Rym asked rather incredulously.

Richards handed him a breastplate, both front and back. "Nah, I'm just pulling your leg. But she is the best fighter in the outfit. If you live through your first battle it's probably because she saved your skinny little ass. She's a deadly little hellcat so keep your mind on battle and your dick in your greaves. If you offer she'll probably cut it off and if she's interested she'll let you know. Though I don't remember her ever taking pity on one of us grunts before. Nobility you know, and they say her family even has elf blood in it."

Rym blinked. That could explain the mismatched eyes, though there were a thousand things that could explain that. And that Richards hadn't noticed his ears yet was an odd thing, but Rym wasn't going to speak up to isolate himself any further. "Elf blood isn't common?"

"You can say that again," Richards said, misinterpretting Rym's question as a comment. "Alright I'm giving you a full shield. It'll be heavy but it'll give you better coverage. Maybe we can get you a halbred or a pike to go with it. You're too damn tall, you're a natural target."

Rym shrugged, "Not much I can do about that. Alright, I'll show you how to put all that crap on and then you can go report to Lady Laeranir. She needs to know you don't know how to do shit."

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OOC: I tried to make the post realistic, not offensive. If you are a homosexual, try and remember that the views of the character do not reflect the views of the author. Thanks

I hope I didn't take too many liberties with Corporal Richards either. If I did I can edit it to a different character.

 

[Wyldfire]

"Rym." she repeated so that her scribe had been able to catch the name once more before jotting it down. It was required to keep a written account of everyone who had been drafted into service for the King and Queen, no exceptions. In any case Lealle stole a second glance at Rym and then a strange feeling came over her for a second. She shrugged it off as if she was avoiding a sneeze and then nodded her head.

"Right, you will follow Corporal..." Lealle had started giving Rym his assignment when another officer had entered into the room, whispering into her ear. Rolling her eyes Lealle finished her thought.

"You will follow Corporal Richards to the Supply Barracks and pick out for yourself a suit of armour that doesn't display your possessions so recklessly." she added.

"Major McDowell you can delegate the rest of the men into their positions, I'll be back shortly." she added and then followed the newly arrived officer back out of the room before dismissing him. Lealle figured she would need to change into her battle regalia if she was to deal with a hostile. An orc... of all races to openly approach a human settlement.

She hadn't bothered to put her helm on, instead wearing the rest of her armour and fastening her cloak in place. It was always a sight to see a Field Marshal dressed in full gear... it inspired courage and was almost comforting in fact. Anyways Lealle had moved out towards the front portion of the outpost with Frostguard sheathed at her side.

Oh joy here it comes Therra thought to herself as she saw the woman approaching her cart. The damned sentries had raised such a fuss about someone with Orc blood that she was half convinced to turn the cart around and leave but she stood her ground. That's it stand tight like a good little merchant. If you run at this point they'll believe you have reason to run.

As the woman got closer Therra said "Hail to the outpost. Do you all need any produce or fabric. I've got the best prices this side of the Orcish border. No reasonable offer refused."

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Lealle had finally made it towards the outer fencing of the outpost, a sentinel tower high above her that kept watch over the surrounding area. A round walkway had been built around it, leading up to its top until it reached a platform. From there a ladder could be lowered or raised, preventing anyone from below to reach its utmost top. It was these postmen that kept a view on the roads leading to and away from the fort.

"Hail to the outpost. Do you all need any produce or fabric. I've got the best prices this side of the Orcish border. No reasonable offer refused."


"We really have no need for your wares, as we are expecting a shipment of market trade sometime today." Lealle said. The female didn't look like the typical Orc that they came across, so either she was of a different clan or she wasn't a full-blood Orc. Her skin was definitely not consistent with those of normal breeds, but in any case she looked more like a hunter than a travelling merchant. Odd...

"Where are you coming from?"

 

[WinterFrost]

((OOC: Eh. I fell behind. What's going on?))

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

(Not too many posts so shouldn't be too hard to place yourself, but basically The Ladesian outpost just received some new recruits, and currently Lealle is outside dealing with Wyld's character while Josh is getting some armour)

 

[Wyldfire]

Lealle had finally made it towards the outer fencing of the outpost, a sentinel tower high above her that kept watch over the surrounding area. A round walkway had been built around it, leading up to its top until it reached a platform. From there a ladder could be lowered or raised, preventing anyone from below to reach its utmost top. It was these postmen that kept a view on the roads leading to and away from the fort.

"Hail to the outpost. Do you all need any produce or fabric. I've got the best prices this side of the Orcish border. No reasonable offer refused."


"We really have no need for your wares, as we are expecting a shipment of market trade sometime today." Lealle said. The female didn't look like the typical Orc that they came across, so either she was of a different clan or she wasn't a full-blood Orc. Her skin was definitely not consistent with those of normal breeds, but in any case she looked more like a hunter than a travelling merchant. Odd...

"Where are you coming from?"

"I think this might be your purchase then M'lady," Therra said, "I took over this run at the Inn just the other side of the city this outpost is supposed to protect. It seems the merchants who were making this run were hit by thieves. So out of the kindness of my heart I purchased their load and now here I am."

A bright smile followed this story. Therra would bat her eyes at this woman if she had to. Anything to make this new gambit work out. "As to where I am from well let us just say that I'm none to welcome back home. Just too ugly for the boys. They tend to like more tusk on their women."

 

[macmillian]

I walk with my brother the archer (he is a true bowman, one of the best. Our father has taught us both well) I think as we head toward the main watch tower. We see a wagon approach being driven by and Orc and we wonder why would an Orc approach the fort.

I quickly scan the edges of the distant woods to see if there is any treachery afoot. I see no sign and hear nothing. The birds and insects are still busy. If any other Orcs lay in the woods, there would be a different kind of silence.

Archer .... "That's my commander standing by the base of the tower" and he points with his bow.

Ringleaf .... "A striking figure. Is she any good brother?"

Archer .... "Yes, very good. She leads from the front. I wish sometimes she would hold back. All in all, very good."

Ringleaf .... "Will you introduce me, or should I just leave untill the next time?"

Archer .... "Come, My commander would be glad to meet a bowman as great as my brother" and I laugh at my own merriment. We slowly walk to the guard tower.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Lealle looked at the... whatever she was with a little bit of apprehension. She seemed really eager to press her offers for the goods, despite the fact that Lealle had already claimed the outpost had paid for them. Then again... most merchants would drain you of your last penny if they could manage it.

Calling over an armed sentry, and when he came near Lealle ordered him to bring out the Supply Officer.

"We'll do a quick inventory check before you can come into the fort. Do you mind if I look at the goods before we decide to pay for them?" she asked.

 

[Wyldfire]

Lealle looked at the... whatever she was with a little bit of apprehension. She seemed really eager to press her offers for the goods, despite the fact that Lealle had already claimed the outpost had paid for them. Then again... most merchants would drain you of your last penny if they could manage it.

Calling over an armed sentry, and when he came near Lealle ordered him to bring out the Supply Officer.

"We'll do a quick inventory check before you can come into the fort. Do you mind if I look at the goods before we decide to pay for them?" she asked.

"Of course, of course m'lady. Please feel free to take a look at the goods. After all One wouldn't want to offend the authority of these parts now would we? One could end up confused with an Orc doing that." The last was said with a toothy grin that displayed the mouth full of carnivore teeth and dainty tusks.

"Would the lady officer mind if I mauled these fine specimens of manliness while you maul the goods?" Therra said of the men that had walked up as the officer had, "I haven't mauled a couple of good men in a while."

 

[macmillian]

Ringleaf .... "Brother, is your bow still strung. I have a bad feeling and something is not right. I can not say what, but be ready." I unslig my bow and notch and arrow.

Archer .... "I am ready little brother, but I see nothing either."

We stop a distance from the watch tower and wait. I keep sweeping the edge of the woods and the fields for any danger. I do not like being out in the open. I wish I was back in my beloved wood.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Lealle nodded at the woman.

"No, one wouldn't." Lealle replied, and she felt rather uneasy standing there with her. She didn't feel uncomfortable around strangers, only those who seemed... out of place.

"And yes, I would mind if you 'mauled' at some of my soldiers. Some of them have wifes and families of their own, I don't think they need any assistance from you to separate them from that." she added, her hand gripping tightly the sword around her belt. If she had her half a mind she'd have chopped off her head but that wasn't how Lealle went about doing things.

"Perhaps while we wait you could tell me where you come from? You said that you are not welcome in the Orcish realm, and I have not seen you before in any civilized cities."