[ic] nameless II: the seventh from seven

[Velmont]

"I be right, thanks for asking. But what beu doin' all dressed up soldier like?

A sudden look of concern.

"An hoobe lookin' afteyu goats?"

Feeling uneasy, Hewik reply "No, not really... I'm in the militia now, that why I looks like that, it is the outfit they gave me."

 

[NeuroZombie]

Sadoloth stands, arms akimbo, awaiting for the small talk to end. desperate men breed suspicion runs through his head as he senses the fear behind these mens posturing. He keeps his eyes open, just in case the humans do something rash, which is always likely.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Oscar shakes his head at Nate. "Please refrain from taunting the citizenry. We're here to protect them not make them fear us." he turns to Hewik, "Or laugh at us. Pull it together people."

 

[doghead]

"No, not really... I'm in the militia now, that why I looks like that, it is the outfit they gave me."

"Aye. That be militia kit alrights. Well you be lucky now Hewik."

"haahahaaha, always the funny one. trying to take the mick aye? I bet they're still as good as teh day I fixed 'em."
"Guess you've heard about the goblins?"

Hoggins scratches his head and nods.

"We heard.

"Would you be wantin' me to pass on your regards to Mistress Emina? Or would you be wantin' to do tha yourself like?"

Deadpan again. Though the others snort and burst with merriment at Nates crimson features. Emina is a regular doll.

"My name is Corporal Cromwell. We're here on Seven malitia business," Cromwell breaks in. "We need to see Borgue Pruss on a matter of great urgency."

"Right you are then Master Cromwell. Pruss shouldn't be hard to find."

Hoggins again. Seems to be the unofficial spokesman here.

Meanwhile Oscar tries to get a little order into the band ...

" 'nd where you be off to then Jips. Think they can find their way into town themselves I suspect," Hoggins adds to Jips, obviously, as the man starts off down the path with you. "Being that its jus over there an all," he adds with a shrug in the direction of the village about a mile a bit down the road.

So Jips waves you goodbye and wishes you well along with the others, leaving you to march the last mile and a bit by yourselves. Well, not quite by yourselves, as there are quite a few people at work in the fields and "Hoys" and "Heys" ring out as you pass them.

There is a small crowd awaiting at the gate. A couple of guards and a half a dozen from the village.

 

[Velmont]

"Aye. That be militia kit alrights. Well you be lucky now Hewik."

"yeah, lucky..." he said, trying to show he is happy.

 

[DrZombie]

"Would you be wantin' me to pass on your regards to Mistress Emina? Or would you be wantin' to do tha yourself like?"

Deadpan again. Though the others snort and burst with merriment at Nates crimson features. Emina is a regular doll.

Nate stands there going beet red. Why the old... I'll... BUGGER... I'll say,.. no, that would make it worse. I'll just shut up now.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Oscar raises his eyebrow and comes to Nate's defence. "My good sir. While I'm sure your cow Emina is a fine passtime for people of your station in life. Nate and the rest of us will simply be on our way once The corporal has finished his business. Now Good Day to you sir." Oscars tone of voice could cut rock and looks directly into the farmers eyes waiting to see if the old man will try a comeback.

 

[doghead]

~ flashback - on the hill overlooking the town still ~

"My good sir. While I'm sure your cow Emina is a fine passtime for people of your station in life. Nate and the rest of us will simply be on our way once The corporal has finished his business. Now Good Day to you sir."

There is no comeback. Just a moment of absolute silence. Frozen silence.

Shattered by some stiff nods and a couple terse farewells.

"Good day to you, my Lord." "Good day." "Good day My Lord."

You can feel chill of that silence up and down your neck as you continue down the path to town.

~ back to in front of the town gates ~

 

[Argent Silvermage]

ooc: Oscar showing his 8 wisdom. LOL This is sure to bite him in the butt some time later! LOL

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Cromwell lets the rest of the situation pass without any comment until Oscar's outburst. "That will be quite enough, Officer De Reign, Officer Ay'Tennar." He turns to the townsfolk. "Thank you for your time, citizen." He says nothing more on during the trip to the town, his face neutral. Once they reach the center, he begins looking for the Bourge.