[ic] nameless III: lost and found


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"Why you litlle piece of "
Nate surges forward, only to be held back by Fredar.

"Yes, Craddoc, run back towards the village. I'm sure the sarge would love to hear your stories. As for Cromwell. We'll bury him here and I'll dig the grave myself. I'd rather spend the afternoon digging a grave for him then living with the thought of you taking his body with you as a kind of trophy. As for the orc : do with him as you wish, I care not. Knowing the sarge and you, he'll pay for what he did."

Nate spits on the ground between Craddoc's feet and deliberately turns his back on him, going to his pack to find a short shovel, and starts digging.
 


Garival stands off slightly, watching the proceedings. He is content to let things play out for now and he waits to see what the others do.
 

Fredar makes solemn eye contact with Nate, as if to say "Do you want help?" If he doesn't, or before Fredar starts digging if Nate does want his help, he addresses the shaman. "He [*indicating Craddoc*] is right. He should bring the orc back to the Council. They won't care as much that you didn't come back with us if they've got him to question. Nate and I are still going to find the temple." He turns to the halfling. "Hadarook?" Whatever answer he give, Fredar nods, and turns to the newcomers. "What about you two? Two ways to help your town: go tell the council what happened here so they can discuss it more, or come with us try to get something done about it without getting killed."
 

Garival barely glances at Fenix before responding. "I have been called a young hot-head before," he says steadily and quietly. "In this, perhaps they are right: I am not willing to wait for the council to debate any longer." He pauses and looks Fredar in the eyes. "I will go with you."
 

Fenix smiles and stands up from stripping the orc bodies of usefal items. "Hmmm so ya think tha listenen to the council talk for a few days is would actually help? I'll leave that for your companion to report back as that's what he feels is right. I'm fa fa more interested in this temple you mention. If your up for more company, my dogs and I will come along. M'thinking I might want to put on some this armor tho, even if it didn't save these."
 

In the hill top ruins.

Craddoc backs off a couple of steps as Nate turns upon him. Craddoc flushes slightly at Nates tirade, but says nothing until Nate is finished. Craddoc stiffens as Nate hawks a gob of spit between Craddoc's feet. But with a visible effort he restrains himself.

"You are mad Nate. All of you," he says with a sweep of his hand to encompass those who have signified they will take up the search, "are crazy. And you two," he looks at Nate and Fredar, "will be marked as deserters. If you ever come back.

"Hadarook, you are coming with me, right."

Hadarook looks towards Nate, then Craddoc, then Fredar.

"I have family in Trolluc. I will return with Craddoc to Killingtom. And anyway, it will be harder for them to dismiss the word of two people."

***

Nate digs a grave. The body of Cromwell is washed and prepared as best you can. No one feels particularly comfortable giving the last rites, but you manage something that seems reasonably appropriate.

***

Craddoc and Hadarook prepare to leave. Under the watchful eye of the two worgs, Craddoc and Hadarook bind the orc's hands behind its back and lash a length of rope around its neck. Craddoc collects Oscar's horse and he and Hadarook mount up and head out of the gate and down the hill.

***

The gear is stripped from the fallen orcs. They carry very little, a short spears, heavy maces, slings, shields and some other odds and ends. Each is dressed in a form of leather armour, but of slightly heavier construction. Probably Hide armour, thats what the orcs always wear, right? The armour of the shaman is marked with some small symbols, embossed into the material itself. The shaman's spear is marked with similar symbols.

Nate hasn't had much experience with armour of this sort. But he has enough experience of armour to have a fair idea of how it would work. It would provide about the same protection as leather armour. The clasps and fittings are well made, minimising the restrictions to movement, and the extra coverage would make it harder to bypass than leather armour.

ooc: Burial is the most common form of funeral rite (One of Ketteneks domains is Earth). Although, in a world without the 'parish priest', I'm not sure how this works. Would any cleric be suitable? Would a trip to the nearest temple be called for? If you have any ideas, let me know.

Are you burying Cromwell with his gear? Nate would know that his mace and armour are of fine quality. And the armour is reputed to be blessed by Kettenek.

ORCS: Each of the Orc warriors has the following items. That would mean three sets. Nate (Craft (Armour and Weapons) is able to tell you that the Hide armour is of unusually good construction.
* mw Hide Armour (15 lbs.)
* Light Steel Shield (6 lbs.)
* Shortspear x2 (6 lbs.)
* Heavy Mace (8 lbs.)
* Sling +10 bullets (5 lbs.)
* Misc travelling gear (flint and steel, small knives, etc. if there is anything you want, ask.)

The Shaman has the following items. The armour is similar to the warriors' armour, but marked with some runes and symbols.
* mw Hide Armour (15 lbs.)
* mw Shortspear (3 lbs.)
* Heavy Mace (8 lbs.)
* Spell ingredients
 

doghead said:
"You are mad Nate. All of you," he says with a sweep of his hand to encompass those who have signified they will take up the search, "are crazy. And you two," he looks at Nate and Fredar, "will be marked as deserters. If you ever come back.

"Deserters? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought I was the most senior member of this outfit. With the death of Cromwell and all the rest, Gods, they're all dead that means that I am in charge, private. Wich means that unless you want to be marked as a deserter you better do as I say. Private Craddoc. So I order you to return to the village with the prisoner. If he is delivered safely you will report to your commanding officer and do as he says, while I continue with the mission as I was ordered; You are free to go. If I hear anything about desertion when I return they better kill me the moment I set foot in the village, or by the Gods I will quieten your tongue permanently. Now get your ugly face out of my sight before I do something I will not regret."
His voice, while calm and silent at the start, rises in anger and he ends up shouting the last words at full voice, one hand reaching for his mace.

OOC : Cromwell will be buried with the gear of one of the orcs he defeated. Nate will don his armour and take the mace (if the armour fits and if he's proficient). If the armour doesn't fit Nate will still try to take it along.
 

Hadarook, male hafling scout.

Hadarook steps in between the two men who tower over him.

"Easy now boys. This would be just what they want. Us fightin each other an all."

Hadarook pauses for a moment, brow furrowed in thought. Finally he nods.

"Nate's got the right of it I think. Splittin up is the best way. We need to get this one," he shrugs in the direction of the orc, "back to town. But we can't afford to ignore what the goblin witch has to say. If she had wanted us dead, she could have found an easier way to do it I recon. Them worgs alone could have taken us to pieces."

"So are you two going to wise up, or am I going to have to give you both a whuppin?"

He raises his hand like one about to smack a naughty child.

"I will if I have to you know. Don't think I won't."
 

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