Regar first Act - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
12/3/476
Log
The village on the edge of the dry tongue has requested aid from any freesword with a blade. They seek aid as they are under assault from the living dead and many bone dragons, they attack under the cover of darkness adding to thier numbers with each kill. A Caravan dispacted by the ID is sent to take care of matters. Kilsa Ironsoul is standing near the cart with a checklist and special orders, She waits around looking with eyes as hard as her forge anvil. "Muskets, Swords, powder, spare wheels, wood." She counts off the checklist waiting for her aid to arrive. "And.... The Creation Beaker.." She taps the side of a solid metal cart with a cannon attached.
Angus quriks an eyebrow at the 'Creation Beaker' "Isn't that a little bit of overkill Lady Kilsa?" He chuckles and shakes his head as he belts on his new Rapier, a solid steel blade with a swept hilt guard. "I thought we were just fighting undead and bone dragons."
Tilly follows behind Angus keeping his new cloak rapped tightly around him and hood hiding his face from view. stopping next to the cart he take a moment to inspect the large cannon though he keeps his distance from the badger.
"So... question." Rainer sits up atop the handy nearby haycart where he'd been sprawled and relaxing as everyone else made their preparations, "How do you know when an undead ... is dead? I mean, know for certain it won't get back up again. Since dying obviously didn't stop it the first time."
Ictus hmms as he looks over his equipment and looks to Angus then the cannon, "True... Though if their numbers are huge..." he shrugs and looks at Rainer with a chuckle
Garma wheels his cannon up to the cart, preparing to help load it up. "That's a fine weapon you have there." he says, looking up at the cannon with a smile. "So someone help me get mine on the cart and lets get going, we got a job to do and it isn't here right?" he says with a laugh, flexing.
"I would normally not send something like this with you but after the report I got form Marie I think this would atleast help against a dragon the size of four lowball fields. I can't come with you since I have to prepard to invite a blackback into my home to discuss an upcoming trial and I'm under the Good Kings order to recieve them today." She looks to Rainer and chuckles, "Well I've always just smashed them into paste so even if they weren't ded they weren't a threat." The badger nods sagely before looking at Garma's cannon and easily lifting it to the cart. "Expect heavy resistance. Expect anything and for the love of the Creators please don't die. I really wish I could come but I've put off this meeting long enough." She says with a smile as a small rabbit with stars painted into his fur walks behind her. "Ah lady Ironsoul I will have them there and alive or my Caravan ain't worth its crown." The rabbit smiles and spits on the ground, "The names Vic and I'm the Caravan guard. AND I LOOOVE MAH JOB!" He pulls two muskets out and smiles. "Get on and we will get you there faster than you can fart out a low ball." He give kilsa a smack on her butt. "Mr. Vic do that again and I'll feed you to my forge." She says grabbing the rabbit by his ears and lifting him to eye level. "Ahhh your no fun. You would have laugh that off when you were a little girl." Kilsa shake her head and drop the rabbit. "No. As a kid I would have just punched you." The old rabbit chuckles and hops on the Creation Beaker and smiles. "No matter I can't wait to fire this pretty little thing." He says while the group is getting inside of the other carts.
Angus smiles as his eyes drift to the rest of the group."The size of four lowball fields, sounds like we are in for some fun." The bunny who appears gets a look of suprise from the fox before he starts to laugh at his antics. "With him around we might not even get to fight, should just give him the crown for it." He then turns to Kilsa and frowns sligthly "Take care and don't get to bored now...and I'll make sure to kill a few for you Lady Kilsa." He says, before he walks up to the Badger and gives her a hug.
Tilly looks over in surprise at the mention of the size of the dragon they would be fighting, a bit nervous for a moment but he doesn't let it show. "so when shall we be heading out?"
Rainer mmfs at the badger's answer. "Maybe if I use the flat sides of my swords." While the jackrabbit is making a jackass of himself he rolls off the heaping pile of hay and onto his feet, arching his back with an audible cracklepopping of bones. "What's this about lowblows? Lowblows work on undead?" The wolf makes a couple kicking motions with his right leg, pivots on the heel of his left, and saunters over to claim a spot on their transportation.
Garma raises an eyebrow as Kilsa lifts his cannon up with ease, laughing and hopping up to sit with it. "No he wouldn't be going alone, why would he need this cart if that was the case?" the crab asks, starting to polish his weapon. "So blow them apart, and do what it takes to survive, don't get hurt. Got it." he adds, looking over the group and wondering quite visibly if this was possible. A cocky rabbit to lead the charge helps a lot with this analysis.
Kilsa returns then hug with a smile. "Come back safely Sir Angus." She gives the fox a gentle peck on the top of his head before sending them off. The cart ride is incredibly fast as the old rabbit show off his agility by hopping form the cannon to the cart with all of the group. "As we ride to place that we probably shouldn't be going to let me give you a funny story of my youth." The rabbit smiles, "I was once a pickpocket. I remember taking a nice little harvest off of the market place and deciding to spend my coin on some exotic ladies at the port." He smiles and licks his hand before smoothing out his thinning head fur. "I got with this lizard lass from cliff side." He smiles at the guys, "We were all hot and heavy when she lets out this roar that would make a zombie shit his knicker then I was under a dragon that took up most of the shack." He chuckled and shook his head, "That was how I broke my hip the first time." He gave a lechorus smile. "Now the second time I feel into the quarry while chewing on some herbs that I didn't know were poisonous. Opened my mind and I remeber dreaming of the Creators to tell me to ride in a cart and shoot things. Speaking..." A large sand cat is chasing the cart and Vic chuckles before putting a shot into each of its eyes. The cat is sten backward head over heels before dying. "Stupids cats don't have a lick of manners when an old feller is telling his stories. The rest of the trip is idle until sunset where the group reaches the town. There is a nervous looking Rhino with a pike standing guard, he waves to the carts that come to a stop on the the sandy ground. Welcome to Hollisten village, home of the best milk that crown can buy and the best females this side of Promise." He looks a little nervous before finishing, "Also currently under attack every night by our loved ones. If you want to turn back we can send letters to you once this problem has been taken care of." The rhino says with pleading eyes. The village is small with a population less than three hundred as it sits over looking a cliff that leads into the drytongue flats, many small houses dot the area but there is few folk outside the only ones out seem to be merchants packing up there wares. A place with a red door frame and a bustly bovine sitting on a stool enjoying a small bit of candy with a steaming glass of milk.
