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Post by genericdragon on Jan 23, 2011 23:15:37 GMT
Next session the real campaign begins and everything will change.
Look forward to written prose from the perspective of Alfrick, Raith and Uxa of events leading up to next session.
Give yourselves 20 weeks pay at your increased pay rate of 2 gold per week, (40 gp). Along with your new weapons this more than counts for your hard work.
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Post by genericdragon on Jan 24, 2011 4:47:12 GMT
Year 1217
Waxing 42; Autumn – The fort is poisoned by an unknown assailant. Found to be one of the fortresses own they are brought to bloody justice. The heroes return beaten and are rewarded for their efforts.
Waxing 45; Autumn – An official promotion ceremony takes place. Raith makes no appearance. Three new Sergeants leave the celebration.
Waning 14; Autumn – Uxa challenges Alfrick’s leadership and takes his leave.
Waning 17; Autumn – Alfrick dispatches Mirss to return Uxa to his senses.
Waning 21; Autumn – Raith confronts Erugaar once more, this time for a different purpose.
Waning 28; Autumn – Concerned for Mirss’ safety and in doubt of his own leadership, Alfrick withdraws into his room for extended periods of time. Gallen takes over leadership during these periods.
Waning 31; Autumn – Rywyn is visited by a conversational shadow in his dreams.
Waning 43; Autumn – Alfrick returns to thorough command.
Waxing 1; Winter – Wall shifts are not reduced. Missing two of the dragon sentinels it is impossible to cover all sides of the fort at once.
Waxing 6; Winter – Alfrick begins taking wall shifts to alleviate strain from the soldiery.
Waxing 10; Winter – The weather gets progressively worse. It is unusual, even to the forts veterans.
Waxing 16; Winter – Unsuited for the conditions Alfrick is taken ill. Issaya is assigned to him as a full time medical aid by Gallen. The forts health suffers.
Waxing 19; Winter – Supplies stop arriving. The sentinels report a lair of Ice Drakes near the road to the fort. Unable to mobilize forces to deal with the problem and without proper leadership the fort must wait until the weather clears to act.
Waxing 24; Winter – The dragon sentinels are unable to leave the fort due to the weather.
Waxing 28; Winter – Under the instruction of Gallen a dispatch of ten of the forts most resilient and willing soldiers leave on an envoy to try and attain help. The men are given full absolvence and religious tending by Raith before they leave.
Waxing 31; Winter – The icy conditions freeze many of the doors shut in some cases sealing men outside during the night. Night watch is cancelled.
Waxing 38; Winter – With hazardous temperatures inside the crystals effect soldiers are forced to remain inside for most of each day.
Waxing 42; Winter – Raith invests his spell casting to create food and drink.
Waxing 45; Winter – Nearing the peak of winter the fort is at it’s weakest in decades.
Solstice; Winter – Ice forms inside the keeps walls as the moisture in the air is frozen.
Waning 5; Winter – The weather shows improvement. Night watch begins again.
Waning 8; Winter – Having lost one third of the forts man power many find themselves running double shifts.
Waning 12; Winter – Alfrick is able to return to work.
Waning 14; Winter – The dragons begin patrolling once more.
Waning 18; Winter – Raith resumes normal duties.
Waning 23; Winter – Burials are attempted for those that died of the cold.
Waning 31; Winter – Despite the change in weather no supplies arrive. Due to the forts current condition it is impossible to dispatch soldiers to deal with the Drakes without taking further losses. Alfrick refuses all willing soldiers requests to be dispatched to deal with the problem.
Waning 37; Winter – Gallen begins to implement a new strategy for the men focusing on a break and retreat system that is more manageable with the current numbers. The base principle is that loose formations of men defend a position until they need to fall back past another loose formation. Eventually all men reach the lodge where they have been healed by the clerics effectively doubling the fighting strength of the fort. The concept of running away from a defensive position strikes many men as odd, Gallen insists that with time they will understand the benefits of surrendering difficult to defend (with their numbers) positions. Barador Ledron continues to drill the old methodology to Gallens chagrin.
Waning 40; Winter – The first chapter of this story ends, and the second begins.
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Post by genericdragon on Jan 24, 2011 4:58:08 GMT
Literature posts tomorrow.
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Post by <imaginative username here> on Jan 24, 2011 11:41:09 GMT
Assuming these are RP opportunities, calling dibs on Waning 21, Autumn.
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Post by vaxsgbstpachibgdk3 on Jan 24, 2011 12:32:46 GMT
Waning 31 Autumn Please
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Post by englishpetal on Jan 24, 2011 13:49:26 GMT
Waxing 16; Winter please And I am in today until 6
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Post by genericdragon on Jan 24, 2011 14:01:24 GMT
Oddly enough so am I
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Post by genericdragon on Jan 24, 2011 21:09:25 GMT
Waxing 16; Winter
Gallen’s feet thundered through the halls. He needed to be quick, things were falling apart; Alfrick was acting like a fool and had pushed himself beyond his limit. Gallen slammed through the barrack door and cleared a path through the men towards Issaya,
“You are coming with me, now. No arguments; stay quiet and follow me.”
Gallen grabs Issaya by the wrist and begins pulling her towards the door…
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Post by englishpetal on Jan 24, 2011 21:12:20 GMT
Issaya tries to keep pace with Gallen's considerably longer stride.
"Where are we going? What's wrong?" She asks once they have left the barracks.
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Post by genericdragon on Jan 24, 2011 21:21:54 GMT
He brings Issaya to a small enclave on the ground floor of the lodge, a place visited by few.
"I said be quiet."
He pushes the door open and drags her inside. The room is not decedent, but it is organised. The kind of organisation that could be confused with clutter; loose stacks of paper, a sword lay atop a journal on the desk. It looks natural.
In the centre of the room is a bed covered in white wolf hide, within it is the Prince Alfrick, his scales tarnished and in some cases cracked. His eyes are milky and his breathing slow.
“The fool is vulnerable to the cold. Improving morale by taking shifts is one thing, but crippling yourself is another.”
Gallen backs out of the room,
“He is grievously ill and the cold has made things far worse, subduing him completely. Keep him alive; that is your only objective. If he dies then we’ve not only lost our commander but a prince of the realm.”
Gallen shuts the door leaving Issaya alone with Alfrick.
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Post by englishpetal on Jan 24, 2011 21:35:25 GMT
Issaya looks around the room, taking stock of any changes needed to improve Alfrick's condition. Seeing only the clutter however, she turns her attention to her patient.
"Right, let's see what we can do here." Casting a few spells, she succeeds in making his breathing sound less laboured, and temporarily increases his resistance to further damage from the cold. Saving the rest of her magic to keep his resistances up, Issaya sits on the chair beside Alfrick's bed, and tries to determine how conscious he is.
Softly, she says "Everyone wants you back on your feet, so you need to rest and heal now. I'll be here until you are better, so don't worry, you won't be alone. And Gallen can look after the troops, so all you need to do is get better."
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Post by genericdragon on Jan 24, 2011 21:44:36 GMT
Hours pass into days into weeks. His breathing laboured still and his eyes pale. Magic does not help much to relieve his ails. After thirty days he begins to show signs of recovery.
He looks at you throughout your presence but he does not speak. Eyes now cleared reptilian as ever, but now helpless.
After another week he is able to talk again, and makes idle conversation with Issaya. When he is nearly well enough to return to work his conversation shifts.
“Issaya, can you fetch me an envelope from my desk.”
He indicates the laden desk covered in work and letters,
“The one with the gold seal on it – Broken.”
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Post by englishpetal on Jan 24, 2011 21:48:04 GMT
Issaya looks at the heavily cluttered desk, and rises to her feet. Quickly sifting through the piles of papers and letters, she finds the envelope that Alfrick asked for, and returns the other papers to their orginal positions.
"This one?" He nods, and she brings it over and hands to to him.
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Post by genericdragon on Jan 24, 2011 21:57:59 GMT
The letter is heavy and a lump forms when lifted.
"Yes that one. Remove the contents."
A glimmering chain of gold comes away from the letter. At its end is a single gold scale the size of a spoon head. It feels heavy in your hand as the scale spins and casts a brilliant corona around the room as it catches the candle light.
“One of my fathers scales.”
The realisation of the objects value increases it’s weight tenfold; in your mind at least.
“He gives one to each of his children, a sign of true deific beneficence. Take it; I have no need for it. You have served me well these past days and I wish not to have my appreciation misunderstood, so take that.”
He is staring at the sheets, his tendrils far less limp than they had been before.
“I will need to return to work soon.”
He begins to prepare himself to leave his bed and to resume his labours.
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Post by englishpetal on Jan 24, 2011 22:07:19 GMT
Issaya is speechless. To have been gifted with such a valuable and significant item, simply for doing what she knows Tamara wants her to do...
Knowing the words cannot say what she wishes to express, she says "T-thank you. You've been a pleasant patient to treat." She sighs almost inaudiably. "But, please be careful when you return to your duties. Is there anything else I can do to help or heal you?"
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