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<blockquote data-quote="Ralts Bloodthorne" data-source="post: 6259697" data-attributes="member: 6390">The soldier, with no rank or accomplishment pins on his gold edged crimson sash, nods nervously at the Scout-Captain's words before stammering: &quot;Y-yes, Scout Captain. I believe there is a building containing some refreshments.&quot; He points at one of the stone buildings with a missing door just a few buildings down the main street. Thankfully it still has a roof and is not on fire. &quot;It will only be the local swill, though. Whatever swamp-juice the tuskers or pirates swilled down.&quot; He begins moving down the dock, shoving a pair of Lagoo slaves out of the way, shouting &quot;Make way for the Scout Captain, you swine.&quot; One man falls into the water, flailing around and screaming, but the soldier ignores the slave's cries to begin moving down the dock.&quot;Find master place to live?&quot; Sheeoga, one of Scout-Captain Smythe's slaves, a self-appointed leader, asks. &quot;No fire, clean fast?&quot; The others pick up Smythe's luggage without prompting, used to their master's actions.------Lord Captain Hargalan nods, his face still blank. He turns to the soldiers beside him, making a moue of disapproval as he sees one of his drawn up guard leading Scout-Captain Smythe down the dock, and waves at them. The men salute and then gather around the Bishop and his servants as the Lord Captain leads the Bishop down the dock.The street smells of fire, gunpowder, spilled blood, and death. One tusker, his bestial green face contorted in fear, darts out of an alley, but only gets two steps&nbsp; before a musketball takes him between the shoulderblades and leaves him dying on in the gravel of the street. The lead soldier doesn't slow down, just stabs the dying tusker in the back without losing a step. A heavy female tusker throws herself on the dead bull tusker before three of the soldiers exiting the house grabs her by her limbs and drag her back into the house.&quot;The Lord Bishop has undoubtabley made arrangements with the palace staff or his own servants to provide you accommodations.&quot; The Lord Captain says, waving at the squat building with the minarets on the hill. &quot;These heathens had no church, just altars to their heathen gods and demon lords that the Lord Bishop ordered destroyed.&quot;As your party draws near the dead tusker he motions at a Church Soldier coming out of the building. &quot;You, drag that trash to the burn pit before someone important trips on it.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Ralts Bloodthorne, post: 6259697, member: 6390"] The soldier, with no rank or accomplishment pins on his gold edged crimson sash, nods nervously at the Scout-Captain's words before stammering: "Y-yes, Scout Captain. I believe there is a building containing some refreshments." He points at one of the stone buildings with a missing door just a few buildings down the main street. Thankfully it still has a roof and is not on fire. "It will only be the local swill, though. Whatever swamp-juice the tuskers or pirates swilled down." He begins moving down the dock, shoving a pair of Lagoo slaves out of the way, shouting "Make way for the Scout Captain, you swine." One man falls into the water, flailing around and screaming, but the soldier ignores the slave's cries to begin moving down the dock. "Find master place to live?" Sheeoga, one of Scout-Captain Smythe's slaves, a self-appointed leader, asks. "No fire, clean fast?" The others pick up Smythe's luggage without prompting, used to their master's actions. ------ Lord Captain Hargalan nods, his face still blank. He turns to the soldiers beside him, making a moue of disapproval as he sees one of his drawn up guard leading Scout-Captain Smythe down the dock, and waves at them. The men salute and then gather around the Bishop and his servants as the Lord Captain leads the Bishop down the dock. The street smells of fire, gunpowder, spilled blood, and death. One tusker, his bestial green face contorted in fear, darts out of an alley, but only gets two steps before a musketball takes him between the shoulderblades and leaves him dying on in the gravel of the street. The lead soldier doesn't slow down, just stabs the dying tusker in the back without losing a step. A heavy female tusker throws herself on the dead bull tusker before three of the soldiers exiting the house grabs her by her limbs and drag her back into the house. "The Lord Bishop has undoubtabley made arrangements with the palace staff or his own servants to provide you accommodations." The Lord Captain says, waving at the squat building with the minarets on the hill. "These heathens had no church, just altars to their heathen gods and demon lords that the Lord Bishop ordered destroyed." As your party draws near the dead tusker he motions at a Church Soldier coming out of the building. "You, drag that trash to the burn pit before someone important trips on it." [/QUOTE]

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