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<blockquote data-quote="sasnak" data-source="post: 3224223" data-attributes="member: 17088"><p>Back in Diamond Lake, Thokk, a youth member in the Diamond Lake Militia, was startled awake. He bolted upright in his armchair in the barracks common room, the place where he had stopped to rest a moment after his night shift. Apparently he had rested his eyes for longer than he had planned and, bleary now, they fixed on the face of Connor, stood back from him. </p><p></p><p>“Mornin’ Thokk. Boss wants to see you in his office asap, somet’ about a meeting he said.”</p><p></p><p>Thokk brought his hands up to his face, rubbing his sleepy eyes awake. </p><p></p><p>“Come on, come on. We haven’t got all day trooper,” Connor laughed to him as he passed round Thokk’s chair, “could be the next war, this.” </p><p></p><p>Thokk tossed him a glance from over the back of his chair just as Connor filled a cup with water. </p><p></p><p>“Oh, don’t give me that,” Connor smiled back taking a sip. He continued facetiously, “get out of the wrong side of the chair this morning did we?” </p><p></p><p>“Enjoy peeling potatoes, Spudder?” Thokk passed back, getting up out of his seat. “How many this time?” </p><p></p><p>“Five. What could I do though? They were resisting arrest,” Connor shrugged jovially. </p><p></p><p>“But you were at a bar drinking,” Thokk interjected. </p><p></p><p>“Yeah, but I was on duty,” Connor shrugged again. After a moment the two burst into laughter. </p><p></p><p>Thokk left Connor in the common room and, leaving the building, walked across the yard towards the captain's office. Cutting across the yard, he briefly watched some of the troops practicing drill manoeuvres. By the looks of things they could have been practicing for a public showing, but it was so hard to tell. The officers liked to add a bit of variation into drill manoeuvres to stop the troops from getting bored or complacent; he had heard nothing about any planned public demonstration of force though. </p><p></p><p>For a moment he pondered whether the meeting he had been called to might be to inform him of just such plans, but he quickly shook the thought from his mind; as far as he was aware he was the only one in attendance, it was far more likely to do with the arrests he had made the previous night. Avoiding the morning’s drill, the young fighter entered the building again, and traversed the stairs to the top floor. Approaching the captain’s door he gave it a firm couple of rapps before being called in. </p><p></p><p>“Ah, Thokk, come in,” came Captain Tolliver Trask’s typically firm greeting. Thokk entered, closing the door behind him and approached Trask’s desk. </p><p></p><p>Behind Trask, sat on the sill of the window overlooking the yard, was an older man. He was smartly dressed, his staff propped up in the corner of the room by the captain’s personal drinks cabinet. </p><p></p><p>“This here is Allustan, one of the elders of Diamond Lake. I have told him a lot about you, and it seems he has a job he could use your help with.” Tolliver turned to Allustan, “now if you will excuse me, I will let you discuss the matter in private. Good day, Allustan.” </p><p></p><p>“You also Tolliver; and thank you.” </p><p></p><p>With that, Tolliver left the room. </p><p></p><p>“So, Thokk, I believe you shall be coming of age soon. Soon you shall have to choose between a life here in the local militia,” Allustan swept both hand and gaze across the room, obviously signifying what Thokk had already seen of the place throughout his training. “Or,” he continued, bringing his gaze back to Thokk, “a life down in the mines.” Allustan gave a slight shrug; Thokk just gazed back, rather nervous about where this, seemingly rather one-sided conversation, was headed. </p><p></p><p>“I understand you are responsible for several arrests last night. Tolliver tells me you show a lot of promise.” Thokk said nothing, remaining at attention, wondering what it was all this had to do with him. “I am here because I can offer you a third choice. If you wish I can give you the opportunity to become an adventurer. All you need to do is a job for me.” </p><p></p><p>Thokk merely replied with a cautious nod, wondering what this might be leading him into. Allustan then explained that the job was to assist a band of adventurers hunting evil in the Whispering Cairn. </p><p></p><p>“There is a woman in the cells that you arrested last night,” Allustan continued. From there he pulled out some papers from a bag at his side and tossed them so that they landed over on the desk in front of him. “Those are her release papers, she is in your charge now. Take her with you, she will help you by acting as a healer.” </p><p></p><p>After that Allustan bade the young Thokk good luck, and Thokk made his way down to the cells. He showed his papers to the guard on duty, and got the key for the relevant cell. He passed down the corridor, found the cell, and called inside to the woman lying slumped in the corner. </p><p></p><p>“What is it? Don’t shout so loud,” came the reply, as she righted herself slowly and used the arm that had been dangling loosely over her head to rub her face. </p><p></p><p>“You gotta come with me,” Thokk answered, the key clicking in the latch as the cell was unlocked, a screech coming from the door as it opened. </p><p></p><p>“Ahhhhhh!” The young woman placed her hands over her ears, her eyes like slits. “Do you mind not making so much noise! That hurts!” She slowly lowered her hands before properly looking at Thokk. “Wait, I think I remember you. Last night. You were the one who put me in here. Finally come to you senses I see. Right, which way to the nearest...” </p><p></p><p>“You’re not free,” Thokk interrupted, “says here. You’re in my charge now; you have to help with the mission first before you’re free.” </p><p></p><p>“Wha...?” The young woman stopped, her mouth a gasp a moment. “Give me that,” she continued, snatching the papers from Thokks grasp before he had a chance to pull them away. She read through them intently, until her head rose from them again. “Fine,” she replied defiantly, “but you owe me a drink, and the party afterwards had better be a good one.” She paused a moment, handing the papers back to Thokk. “Well? Lead the way!” </p><p></p><p>----------</p><p></p><p>As they travel to the cairn, we return to the events unfolding within...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="sasnak, post: 3224223, member: 17088"] Back in Diamond Lake, Thokk, a youth member in the Diamond Lake Militia, was startled awake. He bolted upright in his armchair in the barracks common room, the place where he had stopped to rest a moment after his night shift. Apparently he had rested his eyes for longer than he had planned and, bleary now, they fixed on the face of Connor, stood back from him. “Mornin’ Thokk. Boss wants to see you in his office asap, somet’ about a meeting he said.” Thokk brought his hands up to his face, rubbing his sleepy eyes awake. “Come on, come on. We haven’t got all day trooper,” Connor laughed to him as he passed round Thokk’s chair, “could be the next war, this.” Thokk tossed him a glance from over the back of his chair just as Connor filled a cup with water. “Oh, don’t give me that,” Connor smiled back taking a sip. He continued facetiously, “get out of the wrong side of the chair this morning did we?” “Enjoy peeling potatoes, Spudder?” Thokk passed back, getting up out of his seat. “How many this time?” “Five. What could I do though? They were resisting arrest,” Connor shrugged jovially. “But you were at a bar drinking,” Thokk interjected. “Yeah, but I was on duty,” Connor shrugged again. After a moment the two burst into laughter. Thokk left Connor in the common room and, leaving the building, walked across the yard towards the captain's office. Cutting across the yard, he briefly watched some of the troops practicing drill manoeuvres. By the looks of things they could have been practicing for a public showing, but it was so hard to tell. The officers liked to add a bit of variation into drill manoeuvres to stop the troops from getting bored or complacent; he had heard nothing about any planned public demonstration of force though. For a moment he pondered whether the meeting he had been called to might be to inform him of just such plans, but he quickly shook the thought from his mind; as far as he was aware he was the only one in attendance, it was far more likely to do with the arrests he had made the previous night. Avoiding the morning’s drill, the young fighter entered the building again, and traversed the stairs to the top floor. Approaching the captain’s door he gave it a firm couple of rapps before being called in. “Ah, Thokk, come in,” came Captain Tolliver Trask’s typically firm greeting. Thokk entered, closing the door behind him and approached Trask’s desk. Behind Trask, sat on the sill of the window overlooking the yard, was an older man. He was smartly dressed, his staff propped up in the corner of the room by the captain’s personal drinks cabinet. “This here is Allustan, one of the elders of Diamond Lake. I have told him a lot about you, and it seems he has a job he could use your help with.” Tolliver turned to Allustan, “now if you will excuse me, I will let you discuss the matter in private. Good day, Allustan.” “You also Tolliver; and thank you.” With that, Tolliver left the room. “So, Thokk, I believe you shall be coming of age soon. Soon you shall have to choose between a life here in the local militia,” Allustan swept both hand and gaze across the room, obviously signifying what Thokk had already seen of the place throughout his training. “Or,” he continued, bringing his gaze back to Thokk, “a life down in the mines.” Allustan gave a slight shrug; Thokk just gazed back, rather nervous about where this, seemingly rather one-sided conversation, was headed. “I understand you are responsible for several arrests last night. Tolliver tells me you show a lot of promise.” Thokk said nothing, remaining at attention, wondering what it was all this had to do with him. “I am here because I can offer you a third choice. If you wish I can give you the opportunity to become an adventurer. All you need to do is a job for me.” Thokk merely replied with a cautious nod, wondering what this might be leading him into. Allustan then explained that the job was to assist a band of adventurers hunting evil in the Whispering Cairn. “There is a woman in the cells that you arrested last night,” Allustan continued. From there he pulled out some papers from a bag at his side and tossed them so that they landed over on the desk in front of him. “Those are her release papers, she is in your charge now. Take her with you, she will help you by acting as a healer.” After that Allustan bade the young Thokk good luck, and Thokk made his way down to the cells. He showed his papers to the guard on duty, and got the key for the relevant cell. He passed down the corridor, found the cell, and called inside to the woman lying slumped in the corner. “What is it? Don’t shout so loud,” came the reply, as she righted herself slowly and used the arm that had been dangling loosely over her head to rub her face. “You gotta come with me,” Thokk answered, the key clicking in the latch as the cell was unlocked, a screech coming from the door as it opened. “Ahhhhhh!” The young woman placed her hands over her ears, her eyes like slits. “Do you mind not making so much noise! That hurts!” She slowly lowered her hands before properly looking at Thokk. “Wait, I think I remember you. Last night. You were the one who put me in here. Finally come to you senses I see. Right, which way to the nearest...” “You’re not free,” Thokk interrupted, “says here. You’re in my charge now; you have to help with the mission first before you’re free.” “Wha...?” The young woman stopped, her mouth a gasp a moment. “Give me that,” she continued, snatching the papers from Thokks grasp before he had a chance to pull them away. She read through them intently, until her head rose from them again. “Fine,” she replied defiantly, “but you owe me a drink, and the party afterwards had better be a good one.” She paused a moment, handing the papers back to Thokk. “Well? Lead the way!” ---------- As they travel to the cairn, we return to the events unfolding within... [/QUOTE]
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