Building Life Among Undeath - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
26/7/476
Log
The City Gates, many solders and a few craftsman and mages stand ready, waiting for transport. An imposing armadillo stands on a platform, a very familiar vixen standing next to him. "Here is our mission beings! We are marching on Mossy Stone, this time..." and he looks to the vixen, ".. we.. aren't trying to destory the undead, but hold them back, while the craftsman and mages construct a bastion against them. The plan.... is to build a small camp that will become a town." He looks again to vulpine who just smiles back. "As soon as you are all ready, we will load up te transports, bring everything you think could help! Lets move!" A roar of mixed cheers, yes sirs, and general confusion.
The City Gates, many solders and a few craftsman and mages stand ready, waiting for transport. An imposing armadillo stands on a platform, a very familiar vixen standing next to him. "Here is our mission beings! We are marching on Mossy Stone, this time..." and he looks to the vixen, ".. we.. aren't trying to destory the undead, but hold them back, while the craftsman and mages construct a bastion against them. The plan.... is to build a small camp that will become a town." He looks again to vulpine who just smiles back. "As soon as you are all ready, we will load up te transports, bring everything you think could help! Lets move!" A roar of mixed cheers, yes sirs, and general confusion.
Sveta remains silent throughout the armadillo's speech, the goshawk instead climbing in one of the transports without further comment after giving Lady Mirana Solacious a dip of her head. There's nothing she really needs to bring along save herself, her spear and shield, and soul gems, of course. Anything else...well, whatever's in her head should be good enough, and she feels comfortable enough with improvising with whatever's at hand, should the situation call for it. Besides, Mossy Stone is not an unknown quantity - she's been there before.
Coming on time for once is the coat wearin' lion himself, armed with coat, musket, and even a crossbow strapped to his wrist. Must've been a sale at the market or something! Much like the goshawk, Dio listens without a word and nods in approval as he rapidly boards one of the available transports. It's been awhile since he's been in something that could compare to mercenary business. Just like old times almost.
Shaytalis starts off to marching with the others behind the lead officer. She nods to Dio, "It is good to see you again. Is your gryphon friend not available?" She looks around, "I do not know the others here. And I have not spent a great deal of time in Mossy Stone. Their numbers were too many for me alone."
Briar Listened quietly while standing in the midst of the crowd with his cape wrapped around his slim body like a cloak. As the undead who roamed the village were mentioned he adjusted his armor. Glancing behind him his short bow was within easy reach. Slightly nervous about the whole scenario he gripped his axe's handle. Once the speach was finished the otter clampered up into one of the available carts, too bad it wasn't a boat.
Meyna approaches the... caravan's not a bad word for it as she figures. She looks around to see if she needs to sign in, check in or just prove that she's there to shoot the other side. From there, she climbs onto a transport and begins to examine her bowstrings for frays. She doesn't particularly know anyone so for now, she just scans the assembled mercenaries. Freeswords, same thing really. To no one in particular she says, "So are we being paid per.. uh, whatever we collect or is it just a flat rate?"
Rixo shuffles onto the scene, no more and no less equipped than usual. "I am sorry that it has taken me so long to arrive. I came as quickly as I could, once I heard that something was happening." The woman takes a moment to adjust her helmet before looking around to see who else showed up. Some new faces, some old ones. "Are we expecting anything unusual out there? Or just the standard stuff?"
Mirana nods to the armidillo who rolls his eyes, "Fight the undead with life and love.. what ever is the Good King... Ok, lets load the transports!" Nothing more then covered carts really, but they will do. The various beings load in, one stopping to say to Meyna, "You will be payed, but the glory of fighting the undead, what more payment do you need!" says the obviously overzealous tigeress. Everyone is nodded to as the solders shift around, packs and gear loaded in. Mira walks up to everyone, giving a slight curtsey, "Thank you, Sveta, Dio, Rixo, Ren... Shaytalis, and everyone else for coming, Mirana for those who don't know me, there is a transport spacifically for you all," she says gesturing to a cart still empty, "I
Mirana nods to the armidillo who rolls his eyes, "Fight the undead with life and love.. what ever is the Good King... Ok, lets load the transports!" Nothing more then covered carts really, but they will do. The various beings load in, one stopping to say to Meyna, "You will be payed, but the glory of fighting the undead, what more payment do you need!" says the obviously overzealous tigeress. Everyone is nodded to as the solders shift around, packs and gear loaded in. Mira walks up to everyone, giving a slight curtsey, "Thank you, Sveta, Dio, Rixo, Ren... Shaytalis, and everyone else for coming, Mirana for those who don't know me, there is a transport spacifically for you all," she says gesturing to a cart still empty, "I'll be joining you in that one." She says walking back over to it.
Sveta dips her head, then bows slightly before leaving her transport to join Mirana in hers. "If you were anyone else, I would object on your coming with us, Lady Solacious, but I trust you have your Creator devices to defend you despite your condition. Still, it will be my pleasure to lend you my shield, if need be." She turns back to Dio and waves him over. "Please, my dear Lion of Supreme Confidence, will you not join us? I do not have cream pie to tempt you with today, but I hope you will grace us with the pleasure of your company anyway."
"Gryphon friend?" The lion cocks his head to the side, clearly quite confused at the vixen's question. "Can't say I've ever 'ad one of those before." The glory of fighting the undead... An interesting concept, even bringing a chuckle to him. As Mirana approaches, he stands up and walks out of the transport he previously boarded and walked towards the vixen. "Lass! It's been awhile. An' our own reserved wagon too! How nice of ya." Tucking at his coat in typical routine, he strides down and enters the wagon of extraordinary beings. "Ah, my sweet Bird of Divine Cookin'. Didn't pack a lunch fer all of us? A shame, as I'm sure it could've boosted morale to massive levels."
Briar blinks realizing that the red fox is asking that he ride in the same cart as her, well not just him in particular, just the freeswords it seems. Nodding his head he hops out of the transport before climbing up into the now next to empty cart. Once on board he offers his webbed paw in greating. "Briar's the name adventuring's my game." He flashes a quick smile before sitting down.
Meyna raises an eyebrow and says, "There's no glory in re-planting a corpse. Just kill them and move on-... stop them with love?" She puts her hand over her eyes and mutters to herself before shrugging it all off and leaning back against the side of the transport. "Meyna" She offers, head still hanging back as she watches the sky.
Shaytalis asks of Mirana, "The objective is to push them back, but not kill them? I am unclear on this point."
