[ic] nameless III: lost and found

Hadarook, Halfling Male.

Hadarook will wheel Dross in front of Craddoc, bringing his spear up.

"Don't. No' here and now. The worgs alone would shred us."
 

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"Stop!" the Goblin sharman barks as Fredar gets towards the end of his play. "You I will trust for now," she says pointing to Fredar. "You will wait here and find out who this rider is. But you have some questions to answer after this."

She snarls a command at the other goblins, then whistles to her worg. The giant beast wheels around coming up alongside her. She mounts up in one fluid movement.

"We will be watching you." she adds, probably unnessessarily. And with that she heels the beast and joins up with the other two goblins. A moment later they dissappear from sight down the hill.

Craddoc angrily bats away Hadarook's spear. "Do that again and I will kill you there and then," he mutters.

In the distance the rider disappears from sight behind some trees before reappearing then dissappearing again, still moving quickly. Finally you get a good look at him as he crosses the stream that you followed to the hill and hits some open ground on the other side. Cromwell.
 


ooc: Sorry. Er, ... good question. Fredar joined the seventh in Trolluc, didn't he. So he would have seen Cromwell at some point I think. Craddoc spent some time with Cromwell in the inn after the earthquake, so he definately would recognise him. Nate obviously knows Cromwell well. How about this ...

"Cromwell," Craddoc grunts in surprise as he recognises the rider. "Stone the crows."
 

The Madgref, I presume? Or whatever the hell it was they called him. Great. I'm sure they won't read anything into this. What is he doing here? I thought Nate said he'd been arrested. Questions later, idiot. Get him up here without her launching a fireball at him first. "Cromwell? Is that you, Sir?" Fredar calls down to him.
 

"Cromwell. Thank the Gods. Now at least someone will know what to do." Nate says.

All of the sudden, evrything comes back to him. The loss of his friends, the trek through the Goblin-infested lands, the disappearance of Hewik, the lashing, the rage It is as if seeing his old comrade opens up all of the old wounds all at once. Nate grunts and sits down heavily, as if punched in the stomach.

"You basterd" he whispers. "You abandoned us"
"No you didn't. You were lost. Just like the rest of us"
He then starts to cry, or laugh, or both at the same time.
 

Cromwell takes one hand off of the reins and raises it in silent greeting, continuing to guide his horse up the hill. When he gets within fifty feet, he slows down to a trot, and ten feet away he halts the horse and dismounts. He surveys the group for a moment, giving those he recognizes a nod, his face expressionless. He sees Nate on the ground, and offers him a hand up. Assuming it's accepted, he pulls the man up perhaps a little forcefully, and they end up briefly in an embrace.

"It is proper," Cromwell mutters it Nate's ear, "To salute when an officer approaches." His voice is so entirely expressionless that it is impossible to divine the seriousness of the comment. Cromwell lets Nate go, and a corner of his mouth twitches. A smile? Whatever it was, it's gone now.

The greetings done and the emotional brouhaha out of the way, Cromwell returns to business. "For those of you who may not know, I am Coporal Cromwell, and I will be assuming command." His tone is formal. "Private Ay'tennar, report. What is the situation?"
 

Fredar frowns momentarily at Cromwell's first comment, and his impression of the man varies considerably over the next fifteen seconds. This guy's got a pole up his backside almost as far as the sergeant does...He and Nate seem glad to see each other - that's a point in his favor...Assuming command?! Just like that? Who the hell does he think -- wait a second -- he takes command, and everything goes to hell, it's on him, not you like it might have been if he hadn't shown up. So shut your mouth, and do what he says, idiot. Fredar stands a little more upright, waiting to hear Nate's summary.
 
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"Yes, Sir. Well, let's see. After you got sick, things got quite tense. Lisa got murdered in the inn, with Savoleth disappearing. Wich doesn't make sense at all. He left some of his stuff behind, stuff you'd expect him to take along if he'd make a run for it. I tried to confront someone in the village, but he attacked me with magic and then his house caught fire. He might have gotten away. When this is all over I'm gonna find him. Anyway.We continued here, through goblin-infested lands. We lost Hewik on the way here. We've met a goblin-shaman who claims a new king has risen, with the help of a human traitor, and tries to unite all the goblin clans to raze the human lands. We got to town, trying to warn them as we were ordered. The sergeant didn't believe us, and when I got a little sarcastic he had me whipped for speaking up. And now they sent us out to convince the shaman to come to the town and have a discussion with the town leaders. And they expect us to get her to come to town alone and unarmed. Oooh yes, and Craddoc over there just wants to kill every gobbo he sees. That's about it, sir, except for the two wolves in the tower over there. And the fact that the goblins have surrounded us by now. She's kinda waiting to see who you are." Nate summarises the events since last time they met, in his own special way.
 

DrZombie said:
"Yes, Sir. Well, let's see. After you got sick, things got quite tense. Lisa got murdered-

"Beyond that, Private," says Cromwell, his voice kept forcefully even as painful memories swirl through his head. "I was... arrested," he says, the word coming out painfully, "not amnesiac."

Anyway.We continued here, through goblin-infested lands. We lost Hewik on the way here. We've met a goblin-shaman...."

Cromwell winces at the mention of Hewik, and clears his throat. "Perhaps I should clarify. I came here by way of the town, and informed of the mission. I wondered what stage you have reached."

That's about it, sir, except for the two wolves in the tower over there. And the fact that the goblins have surrounded us by now. She's kinda waiting to see who you are."

"... I see." Cromwell is remarkably unphased, and pauses for a moment int thought. Kettenek, I ask for your blessing in my coming endeavors. Guide me that Justice may be done, as is your will. Amen. "This... shaman... does she have a name?" he says quietly looking around. Once he is informed, he raises his voice.

"Kettenek's blessings be upon you, Priestess," he says. "I am Corporal Cromwell, of the militia of Seven, and commander of these men. I was... seperated, and eager to rejoin them. I hope I did not give offense."

ooc: Nate, hope you don't mind the cutting off/editing. If you wish to react differently to Cromwell's interruptions, feel free; if you want to add anything else, I'm just assuming you got to say what I've quoted.
 

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