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Cassilda shrugged inwardly, it seemed a needless risk to aid the lord, but if it bought them favors in the town perhaps it would be a worthwhile trade. She briefly considered going to the bandits and selling them information about the impending attack. It would be a quick profit, assuming she lived, but what would it gain her. A few gold pieces here and there didn't matter when there were greater prizes to pluck.
For a long moment she considered it, before surrendering to the convience of the current situation. Maybe this captain knew what he was doing after all.
"Three or four prisoners," she said consideringly, her hand toying with her veil.
"Sometimes they don't survive, best to have spares," she concluded.
It would be a simple matter to pin the survivors between the gate and their own force, then shower them with crossbow bolts, and stone until they surrendered. She pulled the veil up over her nose and mouth.
"I am ready when you are captain."
For a long moment she considered it, before surrendering to the convience of the current situation. Maybe this captain knew what he was doing after all.
"Three or four prisoners," she said consideringly, her hand toying with her veil.
"Sometimes they don't survive, best to have spares," she concluded.
It would be a simple matter to pin the survivors between the gate and their own force, then shower them with crossbow bolts, and stone until they surrendered. She pulled the veil up over her nose and mouth.
"I am ready when you are captain."
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8 yrs ago
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I'm always interested in getting to know another member of team witch!
Obviously we should follow Cassilda's plan to maximize profit (for Cassilda).
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8 yrs ago
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A jaklope?
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
We should have the breakfast we were promised! Then maybe split up to pursue our investigation. I have some ideas to get us started till naril returns
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OK let's have @lady horatio subdue the creature and we will move on from there
Cassilda considered it. As opportunities went it sounded golden but that was always the time to be extra careful. She came slowly to her feet, toying idly with the veil that hung around her neck. She had to admit it was a hell of the group. She had heard of some of the mercenaries around the table. Some by the boasts of their friends, and some by the curses of their enemies. Others were knew to her of course, but the kingdom was crawling with mercenaries these days.
“I am Cassilda, suffice to say that I work in enchantments,” she said curtly. It was possible that others had heard of her but if not, there was no advantage in expounding further. She also neglected any mention of her skill with the sword, best to keep something in reserve.
“Assuming your information is correct,” she began skeptically. Information gained by torture was frequently unreliable, not because people withstood it, but because they became too eager to spill their secrets. She deliberately avoided using the title of captain, underscoring that she had not yet accepted his terms. His concern for conscience was troubling.
“Would we not be better served to attack the keep while their main force is away from their stronghold? Then when the others return, their numbers thinned, laden down with loot, we can mop them up.”
There was the downside that the lord and his retinue would be dead, but it had the compensation that all his wealth and goods could then be ‘confiscated’ by his gallant avengers.
She traced a rough plan of the tactic on the dusty surface of the table with her finger. It might be even better to incite to ogres to attack the keep somehow but she didn’t want to appear too clever for her own good, not this early in her interaction.
“I am Cassilda, suffice to say that I work in enchantments,” she said curtly. It was possible that others had heard of her but if not, there was no advantage in expounding further. She also neglected any mention of her skill with the sword, best to keep something in reserve.
“Assuming your information is correct,” she began skeptically. Information gained by torture was frequently unreliable, not because people withstood it, but because they became too eager to spill their secrets. She deliberately avoided using the title of captain, underscoring that she had not yet accepted his terms. His concern for conscience was troubling.
“Would we not be better served to attack the keep while their main force is away from their stronghold? Then when the others return, their numbers thinned, laden down with loot, we can mop them up.”
There was the downside that the lord and his retinue would be dead, but it had the compensation that all his wealth and goods could then be ‘confiscated’ by his gallant avengers.
She traced a rough plan of the tactic on the dusty surface of the table with her finger. It might be even better to incite to ogres to attack the keep somehow but she didn’t want to appear too clever for her own good, not this early in her interaction.
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Kenya greatfully accepted a glass from Max. The liquor itself smelled like rocket fuel and reminded her of the horror stories her aunts had told about the Balkan wars.
She took Max by the hand and squeezed briefly, hopefully comforting the older man.
"My sole contribution was to make a basement slightly warmer and smell slightly better," she declared wryly. Ritual magic was rarely particularly useful on the fly.
She tilted back her head and drank down the shot, its illusiary heat filling her body.
"We probably should check into the library when the cryomancy fades. I'd be interested to know where he got a copy of some..." She trailed off with a sigh as Baron took offense to Coal's comment.
"Must we?" She asked wearily. She couldn't claim she liked Coal or even disagreed with Barons comments but the constant rancor was wearing on her.
"Boys," she whispered dispairingly.
She took Max by the hand and squeezed briefly, hopefully comforting the older man.
"My sole contribution was to make a basement slightly warmer and smell slightly better," she declared wryly. Ritual magic was rarely particularly useful on the fly.
She tilted back her head and drank down the shot, its illusiary heat filling her body.
"We probably should check into the library when the cryomancy fades. I'd be interested to know where he got a copy of some..." She trailed off with a sigh as Baron took offense to Coal's comment.
"Must we?" She asked wearily. She couldn't claim she liked Coal or even disagreed with Barons comments but the constant rancor was wearing on her.
"Boys," she whispered dispairingly.
Padra died sometime during the night. The first Cassilda was aware of it was when she tried to turn over in his arms and found herself stuck fast. She awoke in the dark, certain that something was wrong. Within moments the facts started to flood into her mind. His flesh was cold against, there was no sound of his deep breathing.
“Padra?” she called, quietly but insistently. There was no response. Panic started to well up in her breast. Thrashing, she tried to free herself but Padra’s arms, already set in rigour held her like iron bands. Guilt and fear wared within her, she should never have spent the night with the man.
Twisting like an acrobat, she managed to place her foot next to the crook of his elbow. Steeling herself, she shoved hard, the full power of her straightening body behind the blow. With a creaking pop the elbow gave way and she was free.
Cassie scrambled to her feet, her skin felt oily and soiled where it had pressed up against her former lover. She spat a word and a pale fire limbed her right hand, just bright enough to illuminate the inside of the tent.
Padra’s eyes stared sightlessly at the canvas ceiling, his tongue slightly protruding from his blue lips. She bought her left hand to her mouth to forestall a sob. Another one Gods help her. Padra had been a kind man and a fierce fighter, a rare combination. Mercenaries didn’t survive by being overly sentimental though, the first task was to distance herself from the corpse.
Shivering at the chill morning air she snatched up her armor and dressed quickly, pulling on her black leather armor as rapidly as she could, belting on her long sword with practiced ease. She collected the few coins she and Padra had left and shoved them into her satchel. Leaving Padra’s corpse and other possessions she tore open the flap, saddled the horse and rode of into the dawn, the few tears she permitted herself streaming down her cheeks. Another one, another man dead in her presence. She had done nothing, woven no spell, wielded no weapon, and yet still they died. Cursing the fates she rode into Shantytown.
Hours later the dwarf found her haggling over a few scraps of what once must have been a spell book. She was dressed in her blackened leather armor, with a dark grey cloak and a black veil, which concealed her mouth. The long sword hung at her belt along with several knives and more arcane implements. Cassilda accepted the invitation politely. Under normal circumstances she might have declined the invitation, but with Parda dead, she had no real plans, perhaps this presaged a change in her luck.
The horse had a hard time picking its way through the broken terrain at the base of the hill. Eventually she dismounted and lead the beast carefully up the darkening hillside to the flickering torch that served as a beacon for this meeting. Occasionally she fancied she heard the sounds of watchers in the dark, but perhaps that was her paranoia.
Reaching the watch tower she pushed inside. The dwarf, a man - presumably Kayden - and a gnome stood around a strangely shaped table. They all looked up at her as she entered. Reaching up she unhooked her veil and let it fall around her neck. Covering your mouth as a spell caster was as bad as the bulge of a concealed weapon in a warrior's robe.
“Captain,” she said with polite coolness, putting a little question into her tone, she hadn’t yet decided if she would honor the title or not. She nodded at the gnome, noting his firearms.
“You must know who I am, if you sent me the note,” she said to the human before turning to the gnome.
“I assume there are others coming, should we wait on introductions?” without pausing she sat down at the table and sipped at the slightly bitter ale.
“Padra?” she called, quietly but insistently. There was no response. Panic started to well up in her breast. Thrashing, she tried to free herself but Padra’s arms, already set in rigour held her like iron bands. Guilt and fear wared within her, she should never have spent the night with the man.
Twisting like an acrobat, she managed to place her foot next to the crook of his elbow. Steeling herself, she shoved hard, the full power of her straightening body behind the blow. With a creaking pop the elbow gave way and she was free.
Cassie scrambled to her feet, her skin felt oily and soiled where it had pressed up against her former lover. She spat a word and a pale fire limbed her right hand, just bright enough to illuminate the inside of the tent.
Padra’s eyes stared sightlessly at the canvas ceiling, his tongue slightly protruding from his blue lips. She bought her left hand to her mouth to forestall a sob. Another one Gods help her. Padra had been a kind man and a fierce fighter, a rare combination. Mercenaries didn’t survive by being overly sentimental though, the first task was to distance herself from the corpse.
Shivering at the chill morning air she snatched up her armor and dressed quickly, pulling on her black leather armor as rapidly as she could, belting on her long sword with practiced ease. She collected the few coins she and Padra had left and shoved them into her satchel. Leaving Padra’s corpse and other possessions she tore open the flap, saddled the horse and rode of into the dawn, the few tears she permitted herself streaming down her cheeks. Another one, another man dead in her presence. She had done nothing, woven no spell, wielded no weapon, and yet still they died. Cursing the fates she rode into Shantytown.
Hours later the dwarf found her haggling over a few scraps of what once must have been a spell book. She was dressed in her blackened leather armor, with a dark grey cloak and a black veil, which concealed her mouth. The long sword hung at her belt along with several knives and more arcane implements. Cassilda accepted the invitation politely. Under normal circumstances she might have declined the invitation, but with Parda dead, she had no real plans, perhaps this presaged a change in her luck.
The horse had a hard time picking its way through the broken terrain at the base of the hill. Eventually she dismounted and lead the beast carefully up the darkening hillside to the flickering torch that served as a beacon for this meeting. Occasionally she fancied she heard the sounds of watchers in the dark, but perhaps that was her paranoia.
Reaching the watch tower she pushed inside. The dwarf, a man - presumably Kayden - and a gnome stood around a strangely shaped table. They all looked up at her as she entered. Reaching up she unhooked her veil and let it fall around her neck. Covering your mouth as a spell caster was as bad as the bulge of a concealed weapon in a warrior's robe.
“Captain,” she said with polite coolness, putting a little question into her tone, she hadn’t yet decided if she would honor the title or not. She nodded at the gnome, noting his firearms.
“You must know who I am, if you sent me the note,” she said to the human before turning to the gnome.
“I assume there are others coming, should we wait on introductions?” without pausing she sat down at the table and sipped at the slightly bitter ale.
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