[ic] nameless III: lost and found
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doghead
thotd
The barracks are only a short walk from the hall, a little back the way you came set back behind the buildings on the main street. They are easily identified by the tall (at least three stories!) tower that arises out of them. At the entrance to the barracks, the corporal holds up his hand and tells the small group that have followed you that its time to go back to whatever it is they should be doing. "This is not a carnival. You can see these men later at the tavern if they are up for it." A couple protest, but the corporal just tells them that he has his orders. "The Landcarl is here, and The Lady's cleric will be soon here to see them them. But take it up with the sergeant if you wish." There are a few mutters, but generally they all disperse quietly, mostly in pairs, talking intently.
You enter them through a large gate, large enough to take two men abreast or one on horseback. The main doors are closed, but a smaller one built into the larger remains open. Inside is a surprising large open area. The barracks were obviously built to house much larger garrison in times of trouble. Around the cental area, on three sides, runs a single story U shaped building. Numerous doors and windows line the interior walls of the enclosing building. But with the exception of the area around the gate, the barracks have a disused feel. Indeed, there are some chickens and a goat wondering around junk piles at the far end of the yard.
The corporal turns right and leads you in through one of the doors. Its a mess or common room of some sort. There are some tables and benchs. Its here that he tells you to dump your stuff. "There is some water in those jugs, and probably some dried fruits and ricecake over there. Help yourself." Another man stumbles into the room through the door behind you. The corporal gives him a pained look, then tells him to get water for washing and have some food sent over from the tavern - some soup and ryebread for now. "That," he says with a shrug, "was Ghest."
"The sergeant will be here soon," he says. And with that, steps outside.
You enter them through a large gate, large enough to take two men abreast or one on horseback. The main doors are closed, but a smaller one built into the larger remains open. Inside is a surprising large open area. The barracks were obviously built to house much larger garrison in times of trouble. Around the cental area, on three sides, runs a single story U shaped building. Numerous doors and windows line the interior walls of the enclosing building. But with the exception of the area around the gate, the barracks have a disused feel. Indeed, there are some chickens and a goat wondering around junk piles at the far end of the yard.
The corporal turns right and leads you in through one of the doors. Its a mess or common room of some sort. There are some tables and benchs. Its here that he tells you to dump your stuff. "There is some water in those jugs, and probably some dried fruits and ricecake over there. Help yourself." Another man stumbles into the room through the door behind you. The corporal gives him a pained look, then tells him to get water for washing and have some food sent over from the tavern - some soup and ryebread for now. "That," he says with a shrug, "was Ghest."
"The sergeant will be here soon," he says. And with that, steps outside.
Seonaid
Explorer
Garival, resigned, follows to the barracks. It feels wrong to dog these men like this, but something tells me it would be for the best . . . He watches sternly as the crowd disperses, then quietly goes to the common room with the others. He waits outside, then accosts the corporal as he's exiting. "What is this all about, corporal? Do you believe the reports of the goblin masses threatening our borders?" From his tone, Garival is not sure what to believe.
doghead
thotd
"Well," the corporal begins slowly, "I think that the sergeant's the best man to talk to about this. But there has been talk amoung some folk. But you know that, the tracks and some sightings."
He glances towards the gate.
"But walk with me, if you like." The corporal first disappears into a door on the other side of the gate, only to emerge a minute later with a canvas bag. He then heads off across the yard to the other side. There, there are two sturdy beams of wood set in the ground in the shape of a X. On the upper reaches of the arms are leather straps. On a nearby peg he hangs the bag and then from it removes a small tub of fat, which he proceeds to rub onto the straps, working the leather as he does. Finally, he tests the buckles.
Garival knows the corporal to some degree. A dour man, not given to imagination. But good with letters and numbers apparently. He's considered a bit soft, but few seem to have bad things to say about him. As the corporal works, he talks.
"As for massing in the forests ... aye well, who knows what really goes on in the deep forests. T'is been quiet for near on twenty years. Most would like to see it stay that way. But if wishes were pigs, we'd all be sick of bacon."
Meanwhile, the sergeant arrives with Rhys and Owen, and heads into the mess where the others are washing up.
The sergeant addresses himself to Nate. "No point in hanging about. It doesn't get any easier. Strip to the waste, son. And someone wash his back."
The sergeant turns to Rhys. "You can start on the others. But keep some mojo in hand for Nate."
ooc: You have the following wounds (reductions to life pips)
Nate (2-Lightly Wounded), Fredar (3-Lightly Wounded),
Hadarook (3-Lightly Wounded), Craddoc (4-Lightly Wounded).
DrZ, do have a level 2 gng character sheet somewhere? Could you update the rg thread. I need your soak score. At the moment it looks like 2 [Con]
He glances towards the gate.
"But walk with me, if you like." The corporal first disappears into a door on the other side of the gate, only to emerge a minute later with a canvas bag. He then heads off across the yard to the other side. There, there are two sturdy beams of wood set in the ground in the shape of a X. On the upper reaches of the arms are leather straps. On a nearby peg he hangs the bag and then from it removes a small tub of fat, which he proceeds to rub onto the straps, working the leather as he does. Finally, he tests the buckles.
Garival knows the corporal to some degree. A dour man, not given to imagination. But good with letters and numbers apparently. He's considered a bit soft, but few seem to have bad things to say about him. As the corporal works, he talks.
"As for massing in the forests ... aye well, who knows what really goes on in the deep forests. T'is been quiet for near on twenty years. Most would like to see it stay that way. But if wishes were pigs, we'd all be sick of bacon."
Meanwhile, the sergeant arrives with Rhys and Owen, and heads into the mess where the others are washing up.
The sergeant addresses himself to Nate. "No point in hanging about. It doesn't get any easier. Strip to the waste, son. And someone wash his back."
The sergeant turns to Rhys. "You can start on the others. But keep some mojo in hand for Nate."
ooc: You have the following wounds (reductions to life pips)
Nate (2-Lightly Wounded), Fredar (3-Lightly Wounded),
Hadarook (3-Lightly Wounded), Craddoc (4-Lightly Wounded).
DrZ, do have a level 2 gng character sheet somewhere? Could you update the rg thread. I need your soak score. At the moment it looks like 2 [Con]
Maerdwyn
First Post
Fredar takes off his armor, but avoids the food, and waves off the healer for now, saying quietly to him, while still looking over at the Sergeant and Nate and scowling slightly. "Thanks, but I'll wait until we're all ready for it." If Owen doesn't start to, Fredar goes over and quickly washes Nates back in preparation for the whip, then withdraws.
Seonaid
Explorer
Garival, human male 2 (landcarl)
Garival nods and accompanies the man as asked. He does not offer to help with the corporal's work but does listen respectfully to his words. "I suppose I'll just take out another patrol or two, to see what turns up."
He waits as the men are whipped, watching silently. Such comrades, to all bear the one's punishment. It is not quite wistfulness that colors his thoughts, he who spends much of his time alone. When it is over, he motions to the sergeant, intending to ask him the same questions the corporal just answered.
Garival nods and accompanies the man as asked. He does not offer to help with the corporal's work but does listen respectfully to his words. "I suppose I'll just take out another patrol or two, to see what turns up."
He waits as the men are whipped, watching silently. Such comrades, to all bear the one's punishment. It is not quite wistfulness that colors his thoughts, he who spends much of his time alone. When it is over, he motions to the sergeant, intending to ask him the same questions the corporal just answered.
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doghead
thotd
"Right then. Lets get it done. Corporal, see to it."
The corporal leads everyone outside. Nate is taken to the X, and his wrists strapped in. Before stepping back, the coporal leans over and says something quietly to Nate
Nate:
The rest of the seventh, the sergeant, Ghest, Garival, and Rhys and Owen stand about 20 feet back. The sergent nods and the corporal begins.
The first stroke leaves a bloody line across his back, and the corporal leaps back as if bitten. He fingers the whip butt nervously.
His next two strokes are tentative. The second and third leave more of an angry whelt than a wound. The corporal glances in the sergeants direction, but the sergeant stands impassively, his face expressionless. The corporal licks his lips nervously before raising his arm again.
The fourth stroke is firm, and once again leaves a bloody line across Nate's back. Nate slumps forwards, his weight hanging from his arms. The sergeant nods to Ghest, who grabs a pitcher of water he had brought with him, and the two cross the ground between themselves and Nate. Ghest dumps half the contents over Nates head, and Nate comes up spluttering.
"Look at me," the sergeant commands. "Whats your name son?" "Who am I?" "Where are you?" After Nate responds to each of the questions, he nods. "Two more then its done," says the sergeant flatly before walking back to where he started.
The fifth stroke slaps wetly against Nate's back. The corporal flushes bright red.
The sixth stroke leaves a third bloody red line across Nate's back. Nate slumps back into unconsciousness.
ooc: 31 points non lethal damage. 3 points lethal damage. see ooc thread for details. I've fudged the rules a bit (ie: the lethal dam). But feel free to let me know if I have made any mechanical errors.
The corporal leads everyone outside. Nate is taken to the X, and his wrists strapped in. Before stepping back, the coporal leans over and says something quietly to Nate
Nate:
"Feel free to curse up a blue streak. Custom has it that a man is not held to account for his language under the lash. It helps," he concludes with a shrug.
The rest of the seventh, the sergeant, Ghest, Garival, and Rhys and Owen stand about 20 feet back. The sergent nods and the corporal begins.
The first stroke leaves a bloody line across his back, and the corporal leaps back as if bitten. He fingers the whip butt nervously.
His next two strokes are tentative. The second and third leave more of an angry whelt than a wound. The corporal glances in the sergeants direction, but the sergeant stands impassively, his face expressionless. The corporal licks his lips nervously before raising his arm again.
The fourth stroke is firm, and once again leaves a bloody line across Nate's back. Nate slumps forwards, his weight hanging from his arms. The sergeant nods to Ghest, who grabs a pitcher of water he had brought with him, and the two cross the ground between themselves and Nate. Ghest dumps half the contents over Nates head, and Nate comes up spluttering.
"Look at me," the sergeant commands. "Whats your name son?" "Who am I?" "Where are you?" After Nate responds to each of the questions, he nods. "Two more then its done," says the sergeant flatly before walking back to where he started.
The fifth stroke slaps wetly against Nate's back. The corporal flushes bright red.
The sixth stroke leaves a third bloody red line across Nate's back. Nate slumps back into unconsciousness.
ooc: 31 points non lethal damage. 3 points lethal damage. see ooc thread for details. I've fudged the rules a bit (ie: the lethal dam). But feel free to let me know if I have made any mechanical errors.
Seonaid
Explorer
[ Whoops . . . Okay: ]
Garival winces as the first blow hits, and turns to the others to gauge their reactions. He then looks back as the punishment is completed. He hadn't expected it to be this brutal and has to restrain himself from shouting for the healer to hurry. This isn't my affair, no matter how important their news is. He scowls furiously to avoid having his emotions march plain across his face.
Garival winces as the first blow hits, and turns to the others to gauge their reactions. He then looks back as the punishment is completed. He hadn't expected it to be this brutal and has to restrain himself from shouting for the healer to hurry. This isn't my affair, no matter how important their news is. He scowls furiously to avoid having his emotions march plain across his face.
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