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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4357039" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Cold Visitor: Part 4a – Silas’ Encampment</strong></p><p></p><p>The storm didn’t abate. Lieutenant Orgun and his men had to tie a rope to each of them to make sure no one got lost in the icy hazy that ate at their skin. Orgun’s group led them to what at first appeared to be a slightly darker area of sky. As they walked further, the wind died down for a merciful moment. </p><p></p><p>A stone building was visible, with more buildings to the sides. The path of the torches led straight to the structure, which was made of several small buildings built side-by-side. </p><p></p><p>“None of the construction looks skillfully done,” said Beldin.</p><p></p><p>“It’s warm,” said Dril. “Warmer than out here in the cold. That’s good enough for me.”</p><p></p><p>A short distance ahead of the main set of buildings stood a guard post. From the small hut came a call, “Who goes?”</p><p></p><p>Lieutenant Orgun spoke with the guards for a few minutes before they were escorted inside. </p><p></p><p>The room stank of sweat, mold, and unclean living. Eight pairs of bunk beds dominated the room in rows, with a footlocker at both ends of each bunk bed. The floor was strewn with a chaotic jumble of clothes, weapons, armor, and other random items. </p><p></p><p>“So much for military discipline,” said Ilmarė. </p><p></p><p>From the barracks, they were led into the mess hall. Two large wooden tables, each capable of seating at least twenty people comfortably, dominated the room. Around the edges of the room were many shelves, pots, pans, dishes and foodstuffs. The whole arrangement was well organized in comparison to the barracks, as evidenced by the many foodstuffs neatly labeled. On one wall was a target for darts, while another shelf held a chess set, several books, and piles of cards. Most importantly, there was a stone fireplace on either end of the room. </p><p></p><p>Two people were waiting for them in the mess hall. A severe-looking, muscular woman with short hair and piercing eyes stood next to a shifty-eyed man dressed in robes. </p><p></p><p>The woman addressed Vlad. “I’m Captain Penser.” She nodded to the man at her side. “This is Silas Fedders, Court Wizard to Duke Adolphos val’Tensen. The men tell me you’re val’Tensen’s Bailiff.”</p><p></p><p>“I am,” said Vlad. “These are my companions: Kham val’Abebi, Beldin Soulforge, Ilmarė Galen, and Nauris Dril.” Penser nodded at them each in turn. </p><p></p><p>“I don’t suppose you’re reinforcements,” Penser said glumly.</p><p></p><p>“I’m afraid not,” said Vlad. “We were…traveling ourselves when we were drawn here.”</p><p></p><p>“Near as we can tell,” said Silas in a mincing tone, “the cultists, perhaps the Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign, created a planar conjunction between this world and our own. The two have overlapped, causing the unnatural weather.”</p><p></p><p>Orgun nodded. “We’ve led patrols out to get help, but they always end up back here.”</p><p></p><p>“It’s a small plane,” added Silas. “A prison of sorts.”</p><p></p><p>Dril stepped forward. “What can you tell us about the creature beneath the ice?” </p><p></p><p>Penser looked at Silas. “I don’t know of any such thing. Do you, Silas?”</p><p></p><p>Around them, other Green Griffon soldiers began to gather round, their curiosity roused by the strangers. Most of the men were content to stare at Ilmarė. </p><p></p><p>Silas’ eyes narrowed to slits. “No,” he said slowly. “I don’t. What did you find?”</p><p></p><p>“The King in Yellow.” Kham was warming himself by the fire. He didn’t bother to turn around. </p><p></p><p></p><p>“This plane has been hijacked by the Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign.” Dril took a menacing step forward. “Whatever it is under the ice is going to get out. It may take hours. It may take days. But eventually, it will escape. And then we’re all going to die. Any questions?”</p><p></p><p>The soldiers shifted uncomfortably where they stood, silent.</p><p></p><p>Penser dragged Dril away from the others by his elbow. “Listen. This is my command and while you are in this compound you will follow my orders. The morale and well being of my men are MY responsibility and I will NOT have you just walking in here and undermining it. If we’ve got a monster then we will deal with it like any other threat. Do I make myself clear?”</p><p></p><p>Dril crossed his arms and nodded.</p><p></p><p>“Good.” She turned back to look at Dril’s companions. “I don’t suppose you have any news of the outside world?”</p><p></p><p>“As a matter of fact, we have a talented bard in our midst.” Kham smirked over at Ilmarė. The elorii glared daggers at him.</p><p></p><p>“Sing! Sing! Sing!” the men shouted.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė sighed and hopped up onto the table. “Stupid humans,” she muttered. Then she took a deep breath.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4357039, member: 3285"] [b]Cold Visitor: Part 4a – Silas’ Encampment[/b] The storm didn’t abate. Lieutenant Orgun and his men had to tie a rope to each of them to make sure no one got lost in the icy hazy that ate at their skin. Orgun’s group led them to what at first appeared to be a slightly darker area of sky. As they walked further, the wind died down for a merciful moment. A stone building was visible, with more buildings to the sides. The path of the torches led straight to the structure, which was made of several small buildings built side-by-side. “None of the construction looks skillfully done,” said Beldin. “It’s warm,” said Dril. “Warmer than out here in the cold. That’s good enough for me.” A short distance ahead of the main set of buildings stood a guard post. From the small hut came a call, “Who goes?” Lieutenant Orgun spoke with the guards for a few minutes before they were escorted inside. The room stank of sweat, mold, and unclean living. Eight pairs of bunk beds dominated the room in rows, with a footlocker at both ends of each bunk bed. The floor was strewn with a chaotic jumble of clothes, weapons, armor, and other random items. “So much for military discipline,” said Ilmarė. From the barracks, they were led into the mess hall. Two large wooden tables, each capable of seating at least twenty people comfortably, dominated the room. Around the edges of the room were many shelves, pots, pans, dishes and foodstuffs. The whole arrangement was well organized in comparison to the barracks, as evidenced by the many foodstuffs neatly labeled. On one wall was a target for darts, while another shelf held a chess set, several books, and piles of cards. Most importantly, there was a stone fireplace on either end of the room. Two people were waiting for them in the mess hall. A severe-looking, muscular woman with short hair and piercing eyes stood next to a shifty-eyed man dressed in robes. The woman addressed Vlad. “I’m Captain Penser.” She nodded to the man at her side. “This is Silas Fedders, Court Wizard to Duke Adolphos val’Tensen. The men tell me you’re val’Tensen’s Bailiff.” “I am,” said Vlad. “These are my companions: Kham val’Abebi, Beldin Soulforge, Ilmarė Galen, and Nauris Dril.” Penser nodded at them each in turn. “I don’t suppose you’re reinforcements,” Penser said glumly. “I’m afraid not,” said Vlad. “We were…traveling ourselves when we were drawn here.” “Near as we can tell,” said Silas in a mincing tone, “the cultists, perhaps the Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign, created a planar conjunction between this world and our own. The two have overlapped, causing the unnatural weather.” Orgun nodded. “We’ve led patrols out to get help, but they always end up back here.” “It’s a small plane,” added Silas. “A prison of sorts.” Dril stepped forward. “What can you tell us about the creature beneath the ice?” Penser looked at Silas. “I don’t know of any such thing. Do you, Silas?” Around them, other Green Griffon soldiers began to gather round, their curiosity roused by the strangers. Most of the men were content to stare at Ilmarė. Silas’ eyes narrowed to slits. “No,” he said slowly. “I don’t. What did you find?” “The King in Yellow.” Kham was warming himself by the fire. He didn’t bother to turn around. “This plane has been hijacked by the Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign.” Dril took a menacing step forward. “Whatever it is under the ice is going to get out. It may take hours. It may take days. But eventually, it will escape. And then we’re all going to die. Any questions?” The soldiers shifted uncomfortably where they stood, silent. Penser dragged Dril away from the others by his elbow. “Listen. This is my command and while you are in this compound you will follow my orders. The morale and well being of my men are MY responsibility and I will NOT have you just walking in here and undermining it. If we’ve got a monster then we will deal with it like any other threat. Do I make myself clear?” Dril crossed his arms and nodded. “Good.” She turned back to look at Dril’s companions. “I don’t suppose you have any news of the outside world?” “As a matter of fact, we have a talented bard in our midst.” Kham smirked over at Ilmarė. The elorii glared daggers at him. “Sing! Sing! Sing!” the men shouted. Ilmarė sighed and hopped up onto the table. “Stupid humans,” she muttered. Then she took a deep breath. [/QUOTE]
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