Dangerous ground - RPLOG
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Date
16/11/477
Log
The Airship that had been provided to those whom had replied to the request for help, find themselves first dropped off at Firebough before being loaded in a military wagon and carted up to the encampment. The trip itself takes a good deal of time, as traveling by wagon through the mountainous area is far more difficult than a simple air ship trip. However, as they make their way to the encampment on the ground, it's easy to see the threat of the 'Craige' wasn't taken too lightly, as almost one hundred and fifty men dash around with dozens of cannons to compliment them, strategically placed to keep the camp secured in a firing angle from all approaches.
When the wagon finally comes to it's stop, and the freeswords are ushered off and into the center of the camp, they come to find a regal looking lion with long braided hair and shinning plate armor standing within the commander's tent. "Let me see... No, second squad is far too discheveled for that position, and fourth is a man short... Hm... Now where are those freeswords I requested...?"
Fenris carefully adjusts his long coat and checks his gear as he walks through the camp. "Here we are," he says, "Where do you want us?"
Thelergramor is, as he tends to be, shirtless, wearing a red scarf and his typical mask. And pants, of course. Guisarme, cannon, knife, bow... Armed heavily, obviously. Walks up next to Fenris. "Yep, we're here."
Yvls makes his off the airship, carrying a massive tower shield that peeks over the head of the small folk feline, with an equally large life drinker to boot. He seems to have no problem with his loadout despite the disparity in size, the lynx evidently quite fit in combat. "Give the orders."
Rev leans back against the side of the wagon, and closes his eyes. The rather large wolf soon falls asleep. Prefering to be well rested when theh arrive than even a little tired. And when they to arrive the large man quickly awakens, and takes a moment to adjust his ranger coat. before gathering up his axe, and to strap his Zweihander across his back. Before disembarking the wagon, and being ushered off to the commanders tent along with the others. Upon entering the tent he does slightly adjust the bandages around his left eye. So that he could see out of them a bit better."Well we are here...What is the storh behind these bandits?"
Rainer manages to spend the bulk of the wagon ride asleep as well! Poor widdle guy must've had a late night workin'~ Pardon the snoring. And the drooling. And the near-constant twitching of his right foot that occassionally leads to a jerky kickspasm. Presumably someone has the good graces to elbow him awake when they arrive, so up behind Fenris and Theler he comes plodding, stretching his arms wide with a biiig yawn and swinging to throw one over each of their shoulders as he slumps down from it, brandishing a groggy grin. "Where's the food?... didn't they say there was going to be food?"
Cassidy didn't arrive by airship! She still managed to hear about the happenings, even out in her castle upon the side of Firebough. Bandits in the area? That was no good, so, dressed in her usual red tailcoat and her black skirt, she approaches the wagon to at least make her presence known, offering a smile to Natska. "Can't have bandits too close to home," she says, adjusting her top hat.
"Mmhm," Natska replies, quietly. "Or other things." She nudges the brim of her hat as she examines the encampment, then frowns slightly. "I heard about what happened at the expedition. I don't think they are taking this seriously, are they?" she asks quietly, as they approach the lion.
The Lion looks up as the group enters into his tent, dipping his head gently before motioning to one of the soldiers posted outside, whom closes the flap to give them all privacy. "No bandits, but it is a safer way to explain ravaged merchant caravans until I have more information. My name, is Commander Bennathian Makarius the Third, and I am in charge of the lives of the men in this camp."
The Lion gives one more nod, before motioning to his map table. "The farthest merchant paths have been ransacked lately by what we believe may be Craige that have slipped in somehow. No survivers, burnt wagons and supplies long gone. Shadows be damned, we rarely even find bodies lately. I've called for aid, because I do not have the means to spare to send out to investigate where we think they may be coming from. My men must stand firm and resolute here, and if a large craige threat does appear than we must reinforce the base of Firebough mountain so as to protect all on the mountain. That being said, here, in a small pass that dead ends farther in, we believe the Craige may have entered from. I need you to scout into here, and report if they are present or not."
Fenris almost flinches when Rainer throws an arm over his shoulder. He is well aware that the wolf would not recognize it, but he and Fenris had spent a rather strange evening together. From the fuzzy memories that Fenris had of it, a VERY strange evening. The liger steps up to look at the map and nods gravely. "Probably for the best to try to remove our new friends with as little disruption to the people as we can," he agrees, "I am glad to pitch in."
Thelergramor glances over the people, smiling behind his mask at a full party of people he knows. Approves. Turns back around and has a Rainer arm draped over his shoulders. Once again, approves. "Alright, so, go in, look around, come back? And if they are there, should we eliminate them?" Asking without a hint of bloodlust in his voice. Loads his cannon. "Kind of an important detail."
Yvls watches Rainer and Thelergramor and Fenris for a moment, noting something in his head and mumbling it to himself. More information to collect, wherever he goes. He puts his sword at his backstraps and listens into the commander. "These craige...I wanted to see for myself first hand rather than rely on militay reports. Wherever you send us, rest assured we'll hold the line."
Rev scratches his chin thoughtfully as he considers the details the group had just been give. He nods in agreement with Thelergramor. "That is a decent enough question. Shoukd we eliminate those we manage to find. Or do you believe their numbers are large enough that it would be suicide to do so more or less? Granted I don't exactly have any qualms with putting my life into significant danger to settle the threat."
"So... no food, then." Rainer furrows his brow and glances about as his question goes long unanswered, arm flopping down at his side as Fenris steps away. Head turns and sights are set upon two more members of the merry Divine Sentinels band. "Hey Cass, Natska!" He turns back to look around at those before him. "...that's weird, were they on the wagon? I don't remember seeing them get on the wagon. Or off the wagon. Or on or off the airship, now that I think about it. Although I never went below deck. ...Should have gone below deck, that's probably where the food was."
Cassidy smiles at Rainer from behind her mask and tips her hat. "Hello there," she returns as she regards the lion. "I suppose that is fair. Yes, I will most certainly lend my aid. I would like to see this new menace dealt with swiftly, lest they start to expand. I don't want to wake up to find them pounding on the gates of my new home."
