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<blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 5231135" data-attributes="member: 60965"><p>Session 31, Part 4</p><p></p><p><Notes: Glad you enjoyed it the_orc_within. I wasn't feeling very inspired to write, but saw your post and thought I could write up something even if it wasn't very long. Also, this is the last session. I happens to have been about 9-10 hours of play time though and a <em>ton</em> of stuff happened. I'd guess it's going to be about 30 posts to finish it...></p><p></p><p> Harold stared at Hadral's estate from the rooftop of one of Gleam's sprawling factories, squatting like a gargoyle while a sea of black industrial smoke roiled just below the rooftop. He watched the guards change at the ornate fence surrounding the palatial mansion, watched Hadral's small army of private troops marching in a courtyard. He studied the small three-story officer's barracks set slightly aside from the main estate and planned his attack.</p><p></p><p> <em>She thinks she can attack Harold Trisden and get away with it? With this new power that courses through me I'll get my bow back and reap a bloody swath through her palace with it.</em></p><p></p><p> Squinting at the morning light, he focused on the barracks and <em>stepped</em> off the roof and into the distant building.</p><p></p><p> He was in some sort of indoors outhouse, with room for ten men to sit at once. Only one was there and Harold took three quick steps, grabbing the man's sword from the belt around his ankles and running the man through even as he shouted in alarm. A second later there were three more of them in the room with him, thirty seconds after that, he was again alone and stepping over the bodies and around the corner of a short hallway into what looked to be the main barracks to face a double line of ten soldiers, five kneeling with five standing behind them, the long-barreled weapons called rifles aimed at the doorway Harold had just walked through.</p><p></p><p> In the small space, the weapons firing sounded like being inside a thundercloud, the flash like a dozen lightning bolts. Harold <em>stepped</em> instinctively and found himself standing in what appeared to be an individual room, probably for a high-ranking officer. He winced and clutched at the bloody gouge in his chest. One of the weapon's projectiles had apparently been just breaking the skin of his chest when he'd <em>stepped </em>and others had nicked his arms and legs.</p><p></p><p> Quickly, he opened a small wardrobe and pulled the soiled clothes from the bottom of it, tying off his wounds and wiping his blood from the floor. That done, he scanned the room quickly for more weapons and found none. The room belonged to a woman judging by the cut of the uniform draped over a chair and the notes in the journal by the bedside. As he glanced through its pages, the words inside reminded him of the young soldiers Crystal Towers, even now probably dying by the dozens and hundreds, spending their lives by the hundreds to give the Crystal Towers another day of life against the crushing assault of the dead.</p><p></p><p> <em>And no one will help! Not the Freeholds, not the Black City, not even my companions! Can they not see? Without the Crystal Towers there is no hope, what care I if Iron Sky comes if there is now Crystal Towers left to oppose it? Felskein will fall without us. I </em>must <em>find some way to save my homeland, there must be </em>something<em>!</em> Harold realized he had crumpled and torn the pages of the journal in his clenched, shaking fist. He glanced around and tossed the book under the bed. </p><p></p><p> <em>If they will not help then they are useless, those who stand in my way are enemies of the Crystal Towers and doom themselves. Hadral and all who willingly associate with her will pay the price.</em></p><p></p><p> He slid under the bed and waited, eventually dozing off as he waited for nightfall and bloody vengeance. He slipped off into dark dreams with a final thought - <em>they won't see this coming.</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Sky, post: 5231135, member: 60965"] Session 31, Part 4 <Notes: Glad you enjoyed it the_orc_within. I wasn't feeling very inspired to write, but saw your post and thought I could write up something even if it wasn't very long. Also, this is the last session. I happens to have been about 9-10 hours of play time though and a [I]ton[/I] of stuff happened. I'd guess it's going to be about 30 posts to finish it...> Harold stared at Hadral's estate from the rooftop of one of Gleam's sprawling factories, squatting like a gargoyle while a sea of black industrial smoke roiled just below the rooftop. He watched the guards change at the ornate fence surrounding the palatial mansion, watched Hadral's small army of private troops marching in a courtyard. He studied the small three-story officer's barracks set slightly aside from the main estate and planned his attack. [I]She thinks she can attack Harold Trisden and get away with it? With this new power that courses through me I'll get my bow back and reap a bloody swath through her palace with it.[/I] Squinting at the morning light, he focused on the barracks and [I]stepped[/I] off the roof and into the distant building. He was in some sort of indoors outhouse, with room for ten men to sit at once. Only one was there and Harold took three quick steps, grabbing the man's sword from the belt around his ankles and running the man through even as he shouted in alarm. A second later there were three more of them in the room with him, thirty seconds after that, he was again alone and stepping over the bodies and around the corner of a short hallway into what looked to be the main barracks to face a double line of ten soldiers, five kneeling with five standing behind them, the long-barreled weapons called rifles aimed at the doorway Harold had just walked through. In the small space, the weapons firing sounded like being inside a thundercloud, the flash like a dozen lightning bolts. Harold [I]stepped[/I] instinctively and found himself standing in what appeared to be an individual room, probably for a high-ranking officer. He winced and clutched at the bloody gouge in his chest. One of the weapon's projectiles had apparently been just breaking the skin of his chest when he'd [I]stepped [/I]and others had nicked his arms and legs. Quickly, he opened a small wardrobe and pulled the soiled clothes from the bottom of it, tying off his wounds and wiping his blood from the floor. That done, he scanned the room quickly for more weapons and found none. The room belonged to a woman judging by the cut of the uniform draped over a chair and the notes in the journal by the bedside. As he glanced through its pages, the words inside reminded him of the young soldiers Crystal Towers, even now probably dying by the dozens and hundreds, spending their lives by the hundreds to give the Crystal Towers another day of life against the crushing assault of the dead. [I]And no one will help! Not the Freeholds, not the Black City, not even my companions! Can they not see? Without the Crystal Towers there is no hope, what care I if Iron Sky comes if there is now Crystal Towers left to oppose it? Felskein will fall without us. I [/I]must [I]find some way to save my homeland, there must be [/I]something[I]![/I] Harold realized he had crumpled and torn the pages of the journal in his clenched, shaking fist. He glanced around and tossed the book under the bed. [I]If they will not help then they are useless, those who stand in my way are enemies of the Crystal Towers and doom themselves. Hadral and all who willingly associate with her will pay the price.[/I] He slid under the bed and waited, eventually dozing off as he waited for nightfall and bloody vengeance. He slipped off into dark dreams with a final thought - [I]they won't see this coming.[/I] [/QUOTE]
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