[GRIM TALES] Wulf Ratbane's SLAVELORDS of CYDONIA

[Rodrigo Istalindir]

NP. Just been a while, and without all the archived posts to go to, I'm a little fuzzy on names and such.

 

[Rodrigo Istalindir]

I apologize for not responding sooner-- my email notification is just NOT working on this thread.

It's been iffy for me, too.

 

[Fenris]

The swaying palaquin gave Rawley's already upset stomach something else to worry on. He looked at his companions, caked in grime, sweat and the foul ichors of their captors.

"Just so me and Brin...er rather, just so I get this straight," he started, still shaking from the scene they'd just left. "One big shot killed another bigshot, using palooka here to cover his tracks. All hell breaks loose and Bill disappears."

He parts the curtain of their conveyance slightly, counting heads.

"'Suppose it's too late to make our own escape," he mumbled, then aloud. "What the hell do we do now?"

"I think you have summed it up well, there Mr. Sutton. While I hate the though of leaving a man behind, at this point any attempt to leave may well be suicide. Aside from our lowly status and these bloody collars, factional fighting has used us and abused us. The only good thing is that we were not immediately executed. That means that our benefactor still deems us valuable and perhaps even innocent. Maybe we should seek an audience with him and offer our services. We are not incapable ourselves, and though this culture is still foreign to us, sometimes the outside observer can notice things a member cannot. As for Bill, we can only hope that Mansarat was able to save him or another guard loyal to our own." replies Haskins as he sneaks peeks out the palaquain to see where they are going and gain a better layout of the city.

 

[Old One]

Brigitta

Brigitta rages inside.

'God*damn snakes and crocs and turtles and the rest. We almost got killed in some stupid internal squabble and now Bill was gone.' She didn't take too kindly to almost losing her own head, either.

"A pox on the lot of them...," she grumbles softly.

Suddenly, her eyes fly wide and she sits straight up, like a charge of electricity was coursing through her blood. She remembers the medical account she had read about the decimation of the native peoples of the Americas after the arrival of the Europeans. She fumbles absently for her medical kit while looking around at her companions for bumps and bruises.

"Here, let me take care of those," she offers.

Trying to remain calm and casual, she metions off-hand, "Have any of you ever suffered from Smallpox?"

~ OO

 

[Wulf Ratbane]

You're sick and twisted, OO.

 

[nakia]

So Brigitta is up for biological warfare induce genocide?

Sounds like a plan!

 

[ragboy]

Rawley unconsciously reaches up to the scars on his neck and then adjusts the strip of cloth he keeps tied there. The year he spent dying in a South American village washes over him, forgotten torture in the harsh light of their current confinement.

"Um." He clears his throat. "I've may have had 'em. It was some kinda pox, anyway."

OOC: So, I don't know if he's actually had smallpox. I just had a protracted illness as his background reason for being such a weakling. Can we run with that Wulf?

 

[Wulf Ratbane]

Rawley unconsciously reaches up to the scars on his neck and then adjusts the strip of cloth he keeps tied there. The year he spent dying in a South American village washes over him, forgotten torture in the harsh light of their current confinement.

"Um." He clears his throat. "I've may have had 'em. It was some kinda pox, anyway."

OOC: So, I don't know if he's actually had smallpox. I just had a protracted illness as his background reason for being such a weakling. Can we run with that Wulf?

Sure.

 

[Rodrigo Istalindir]

Just remember none of the other PCs have had smallpox, either

 

[Fenris]

eh, Teddy and I will live through it