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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Metus" data-source="post: 2321920" data-attributes="member: 185">Corley felt more at home in the woods then surrounded by the crowds of people, so that’s where he camped at night.  Fellig still kept busy as officers burned the midnight oil and distant explosions and gunshot lightened the sky.  Sabina and Flynn knew where to find him, so when they walked into his campsite the next morning, it came as no surprise.“The captain wants to see us.  Get ready.”  Flynn stared at him with a neutral expression, as well as taking in the campfire and items lying around.  Corley cleaned up and the three of them made their way back through the city’s dirty streets to the palisade.“I need some Khadoran wheat burned,” the captain said after they entered and approached him.  His unshaven face and liquored breath were fast becoming a trademark.  “Use that same tunnel from last time and head up northeast of Gallowswood.  Torch the first four farms you come across.”“What about a little bonus opportunity, like last time?” Corley asked, and his question was met with a humorless chuckle from Shaw.  “I have other people to do that.  More reliable people.  I don’t think even you three could foul this one up though.  Now get out there and burn those fields.”  Corley bit back a retort as the captain turned his back and busied himself with other duties.The lone wolves headed back through the gobber-dug tunnel, heading past enemy lines and going only deeper.  The many miles they walked seemed quite mundane, with their only encounters being a merchant who’s wagon was stuck in a ditch and a warjack patrol, both of which they gave a wide berth.  Indeed, by the time they reached the first farm, they had not been spotted at all.Or so they thought.Kasia was a Widowmaker sniper, one of the tens of thousands of troops stationed at Ravensguard.  The fortress was vital in the war against Cygnar, and the military was just as focused on capturing land as it was on keeping claimed land secure.  Kasia sighted the three from her camouflaged perch in a tree two days before they had reached the farm.  She had her finger on the trigger, but some part of her training told her to inform her commander.  After all, they were not wearing enemy colors, and a mistaken kill of another could just as easily end her own life.  It was a small matter to relay the message back to Ravensguard, and so three elite Iron Fangs were dispatched to investigate.The mercenaries scouted out the first four farms they came across, the farms spanning across a few miles.  Two of them had candlelight coming through the windows, while the other two looked dead.  Captain Shaw had been kind enough to provide four barrels of oil which the mercenaries had carted all the way out here, and they began liberally sprinkling some on the first field.  Soon enough, the wheat was burning brightly, the flames noticeable for miles around.  The three mercenaries quickly sped to the next one.They had little trouble lighting up the second field; this was one farm where dim candlelight shone through the windows, but the three were hightailing it out of there as soon as the first spark was struck.  The next field of wheat presented some problems, as the barking of dogs grew audible at their approach.  Sure enough, trained canines burst through the wheat and immediately began trying to tear apart the interlopers.  Sabina’s horse grew skittish, rearing up and pawing the air.  The sorceress barked out a command and her animal companion joined the fray.  As soon as the dogs had come close enough, Sabina raised her hands, palms facing away, and let loose a wave of fire that rolled over a few of the animals.  The dogs yelped as their fur was singed, but on they came.  Flynn followed it up with a shot from his pistol, and his attack was welcomed in kind by a shot from the farmer sitting upon his roof.  The three mercenaries and Sabina’s horse all fought as best they could – Corley used bow and sword and Flynn tried to reload his pistol when given a chance, with the horse trying to stomp any of the smaller creatures it could.  Sabina slung a pebble at a nearby dog, and that combined with the painful flames enraged the canine and made the sorceress its prime target.  Noting this, the beautiful woman turned to flee, which only made more dogs pick her as the target of choice.  Soon enough, she lay on the ground, unconscious and bleeding as dogs ripped and bit at her flesh.Flynn, Corley and the horse drew back the dogs’ attention and finally managed to end the battle, although all were sorely wounded.  They slung the woman on her horse and lit the flames of the third field.By the time they reached the fourth one, neither of the conscious mercenaries was in the mood for a fight.  They both agreed that Corley should shoulder the barrel of oil and strike the flames for the last time, as he was most adept at moving unseen.  The ranger strapped the barrel onto his back, feeling the sloshing weight pulling him down, and made off into the field as best he could.  Flynn took Sabina and her horse to wait at the edge for their last member.Corley had put a small hole in the bottom of the barrel, so as he walked, a trail of oil had followed him to his destination.  It was almost halfway into the field that he realized he wasn’t alone, however.  Dark shapes moved about him, and the moonlight glinted off metallic items.  The ranger slowly and carefully set the barrel down and unsheathed his longsword, whirling about in the near darkness, trying to spot an enemy.  He froze up as a huge bear of a man, dressed in dark green clothing and wearing an iron mask, parted through the wheat to stand a few feet away from the smaller ranger.  Corley craned his head slightly, his eyes darting from the man in front of him to the barrel behind.  He had weighed his decisions and made a choice.  The ranger spun around and hopped away, dropping his longsword and whipping out flint and steel.  He did not get a chance to strike it as a greatsword rammed through his back, cleaving through flesh and bone to come peeking out through his chest.  He gaped at the bladed point until he felt something tear into his neck, and then he saw nothing at all.Flynn tapped his foot impatiently, staring out over the dark fields and back at the wounded sorceress slumped over her mount.  He waited a few more minutes until his patience gave way; he struck a torch and touched the oily trail Corley had left behind.  He assumed something had happened to the ranger, and if not, well, this would hasten his return.  Even so, he grabbed the horse’s reigns and ran off into the darkness, back towards Fellig.</blockquote>

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