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5 yrs ago
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West Elizabeth
Tall Trees
The morning air was already hot as the sun raced into the sky. There was a slight sound of critters hurrying to get a meal in before the heat became too much to bear. Birds chased bugs and deer stepped cautiously through the thickets looking for the best seedlings to harvest.
This was a good spot to set up a home if one wanted to be away from society - or if they wanted to lay low and be hard to find. There was plenty of game, grass enough to keep a pony fed and even a modest stream of fresh water from the mountains. Trees broke the wind and provided shelter and wood while the land was fertile enough for a small garden.
Evidently, somebody had already come to this conclusion. You would have to look hard for it but, tucked under a lovely set of trees, there was a small cottage. An easy walk away from it was an outhouse. Scattered about were tanning racks, lines for drying clothes and meat, a work station and even a small barn fit for only one horse and some tools - horse included. In a clearing with good sunlight was even a modest patch tilled earth. Nothing had sprouted yet but somebody seemed to be building a fence around it. Already there were over a dozen posts sticking out of the ground and a stack of rough cut lumber laying next to it.
It was into this quaint clearing that Savage rode his horse. He moved at a walking pace around some trees and thick brush, putting the building on his right, and moved slowly onward. Although he was armed, both of his hands were in his lap holding lazily onto the reigns. He made it about half way to the house when the front door opened and a man stepped out holding a double-barrel shotgun.
Quickly, Savage lifted his right hand and half looked over his shoulder. "Woah," he called out, at the same time tugging on the reigns to bring his horse to a stop. This action seemed to startle the man with the shotgun who began peering into the trees and brush behind the mounted man.
"Why'r you here," yelled the startled shotgunner. He was clearly past his prime but still fit for his age. A weathered leather hat rested upon his head and he was dressed normally for the time. His brown hair flowed messily from the hat and a formidable beard grew from his face.
"There's a bounty on your head," Savage called back. "Alive. So for both of our sake, don't raise that shotgun. I'm keen on getting paid and I wager you're keen on making bail unharmed."
Silence stretched between the two of them. The man with the shotgun scanned the trees with narrowed eyes, occasionally clenching and relaxing his jaw. He had recognized Savage's raised hand as a signal but couldn't find any evidence of more people.
"How many are ya?"
"Just a few," Savage replied. After another moment of tension, he added, "Your crimes aren't that bad. Give it a week and you'll be back out here. I promise even not to tell anybody where I found you." When the gunman still hesitated, Savage gave his hand a wave. "My arm is getting tired, you know."
"Alright," the fugitive snapped. He gripped the shotgun tighter for a moment then thumbed the hammer down gently and slowly put it on the ground. "Now what?"
"Now walk forward with your hands up, please. Nice and easy."
When the man complied, Savage dismounted and walked to him. His rifle was still slung with his saddle and he made no move to go for his revolver. Instead, he grabbed a short line of rope and made his way over to his soon-to-be captive. Without a word between them, he firmly tied the man's hands in front of him then guided him to the stable to saddle up the horse there. For the sake of safety, he tied his prize to one of the posts while he prepared the horse for riding.
After everything was ready, Savage checked the man for any extra weapons then grabbed his fallen shotgun and placed it back inside his cabin. Then he helped him mount up and took the lead of his horse before mounting his own.
"You comfortable," he said to his captive.
"Yeah," he grumbled.
"You comfortable for a long ride?"
"Yeah..."
On the way out, the fugitive asked, "So, where are the rest of you?"
"Hmm? Oh, they disbanded once I had you tied and mounted on your horse." Savage grinned and half turned to face his man. "Relax. There is no way you would surrender to just one person."
Tall Trees
The morning air was already hot as the sun raced into the sky. There was a slight sound of critters hurrying to get a meal in before the heat became too much to bear. Birds chased bugs and deer stepped cautiously through the thickets looking for the best seedlings to harvest.
This was a good spot to set up a home if one wanted to be away from society - or if they wanted to lay low and be hard to find. There was plenty of game, grass enough to keep a pony fed and even a modest stream of fresh water from the mountains. Trees broke the wind and provided shelter and wood while the land was fertile enough for a small garden.
Evidently, somebody had already come to this conclusion. You would have to look hard for it but, tucked under a lovely set of trees, there was a small cottage. An easy walk away from it was an outhouse. Scattered about were tanning racks, lines for drying clothes and meat, a work station and even a small barn fit for only one horse and some tools - horse included. In a clearing with good sunlight was even a modest patch tilled earth. Nothing had sprouted yet but somebody seemed to be building a fence around it. Already there were over a dozen posts sticking out of the ground and a stack of rough cut lumber laying next to it.
It was into this quaint clearing that Savage rode his horse. He moved at a walking pace around some trees and thick brush, putting the building on his right, and moved slowly onward. Although he was armed, both of his hands were in his lap holding lazily onto the reigns. He made it about half way to the house when the front door opened and a man stepped out holding a double-barrel shotgun.
Quickly, Savage lifted his right hand and half looked over his shoulder. "Woah," he called out, at the same time tugging on the reigns to bring his horse to a stop. This action seemed to startle the man with the shotgun who began peering into the trees and brush behind the mounted man.
"Why'r you here," yelled the startled shotgunner. He was clearly past his prime but still fit for his age. A weathered leather hat rested upon his head and he was dressed normally for the time. His brown hair flowed messily from the hat and a formidable beard grew from his face.
"There's a bounty on your head," Savage called back. "Alive. So for both of our sake, don't raise that shotgun. I'm keen on getting paid and I wager you're keen on making bail unharmed."
Silence stretched between the two of them. The man with the shotgun scanned the trees with narrowed eyes, occasionally clenching and relaxing his jaw. He had recognized Savage's raised hand as a signal but couldn't find any evidence of more people.
"How many are ya?"
"Just a few," Savage replied. After another moment of tension, he added, "Your crimes aren't that bad. Give it a week and you'll be back out here. I promise even not to tell anybody where I found you." When the gunman still hesitated, Savage gave his hand a wave. "My arm is getting tired, you know."
"Alright," the fugitive snapped. He gripped the shotgun tighter for a moment then thumbed the hammer down gently and slowly put it on the ground. "Now what?"
"Now walk forward with your hands up, please. Nice and easy."
When the man complied, Savage dismounted and walked to him. His rifle was still slung with his saddle and he made no move to go for his revolver. Instead, he grabbed a short line of rope and made his way over to his soon-to-be captive. Without a word between them, he firmly tied the man's hands in front of him then guided him to the stable to saddle up the horse there. For the sake of safety, he tied his prize to one of the posts while he prepared the horse for riding.
After everything was ready, Savage checked the man for any extra weapons then grabbed his fallen shotgun and placed it back inside his cabin. Then he helped him mount up and took the lead of his horse before mounting his own.
"You comfortable," he said to his captive.
"Yeah," he grumbled.
"You comfortable for a long ride?"
"Yeah..."
On the way out, the fugitive asked, "So, where are the rest of you?"
"Hmm? Oh, they disbanded once I had you tied and mounted on your horse." Savage grinned and half turned to face his man. "Relax. There is no way you would surrender to just one person."
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5 yrs ago
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I moved the story along to the first night on the road. If anybody needs a scene for any idea they wanted to carry out, just let me know. As always, nobody is going be kicked out for missing an update so feel free to post when you can! I'm aiming to post another update next weekend or sooner if everybody (or the vast majority of players) catches up.
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The day eventually came to an end in Gallant. The sun set in the East as it always had in Terrenum and the city settled into a mostly peaceful slumber. As one might expect, the city didn't have much in the way of a nightlife. There were only a few sources of light scattered about and many of those were peppered about the main road ways. Torches carried by roaming guards on night shift or the occasional brazier could barely compete with the starlight, much less illuminate the streets. Sometimes one could hear cats or dogs or the shrill, frantic cackling of tiny goblins as they fought with rats over scraps.
It being Summer, the days were long and the nights short. The sun began its slow, steady rise from the West and life once again returned to the city.
The fresh members of the Shield Brethren had the previous day to settle their affairs and gather their supplies and equipment. It was decided that all would meet at the gates after dawn had finished its artful display and the sky had settled on just the one color; blue.
By now it would be understood by all of them that this was to be, ideally, a two-day venture. They had enough money in their purse to purchase food for four days and, with just a bit of haggling, to bed down in one of the few fortified plantations or walled farming communities along the way. Since there weren't many roads to take, the odds of them getting lost were low.
Quickly, they would find the weather to be ideal. The sky was slightly cloudy but no sign of rain and there was a cool, salty breeze chasing them from the narrow sea. The road, however, was a different story. The road they followed ran along the South side of the river which leads into Galant. Only days before, heavy rains and quick waters had caused a mudslide which took a large section of the road with it. Already there was a large crew working on rebuilding the road around the damage, however, making their way around this would eat up a significant part of the day.
By the time the sun began to set, they would have two options: find a spot to camp out (which was still considered a bit dangerous even in this time of prosperity and growth) or stop and beg the Traveler's Safety at a plantation along their path. Plantations and walled farms often accepted such travelers for the extra coin and stories they brought with them.
It being Summer, the days were long and the nights short. The sun began its slow, steady rise from the West and life once again returned to the city.
The fresh members of the Shield Brethren had the previous day to settle their affairs and gather their supplies and equipment. It was decided that all would meet at the gates after dawn had finished its artful display and the sky had settled on just the one color; blue.
By now it would be understood by all of them that this was to be, ideally, a two-day venture. They had enough money in their purse to purchase food for four days and, with just a bit of haggling, to bed down in one of the few fortified plantations or walled farming communities along the way. Since there weren't many roads to take, the odds of them getting lost were low.
Quickly, they would find the weather to be ideal. The sky was slightly cloudy but no sign of rain and there was a cool, salty breeze chasing them from the narrow sea. The road, however, was a different story. The road they followed ran along the South side of the river which leads into Galant. Only days before, heavy rains and quick waters had caused a mudslide which took a large section of the road with it. Already there was a large crew working on rebuilding the road around the damage, however, making their way around this would eat up a significant part of the day.
By the time the sun began to set, they would have two options: find a spot to camp out (which was still considered a bit dangerous even in this time of prosperity and growth) or stop and beg the Traveler's Safety at a plantation along their path. Plantations and walled farms often accepted such travelers for the extra coin and stories they brought with them.
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5 yrs ago
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Okay, guys. By no later than this weekend and maybe sooner as my schedule allows, I am going to advance us to the gates on the next morning IC time. You guys don’t have to wait for me if you want to post early but I will be setting up for the two day trip.
Feel free to post in retrospect what you characters do to prepare. If you lag behond bot that’s no problem. Everybody is invited to catch up and enjoy the story!
Feel free to post in retrospect what you characters do to prepare. If you lag behond bot that’s no problem. Everybody is invited to catch up and enjoy the story!
They're some bad motherfuckers. I don't have anything negative to say about them.
@Gunther
Not sure how you don't know how I got that idea.
Thanks for the info! I'm shocked there is a sniper slot open, to be honest. I've done some research on the scout sniper subject so I could probably do the role justice. Let me look everything over again and I'll see what I can write up. Also, I anticipate that this will be first-come so I'm not going to be broken up if somebody swoops in and snatches up the spot before me. Grenades are just as fun to play with!
Not sure how you don't know how I got that idea.
Thanks for the info! I'm shocked there is a sniper slot open, to be honest. I've done some research on the scout sniper subject so I could probably do the role justice. Let me look everything over again and I'll see what I can write up. Also, I anticipate that this will be first-come so I'm not going to be broken up if somebody swoops in and snatches up the spot before me. Grenades are just as fun to play with!
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Please officially welcome Luckless as our newest member!
Do we have to speak French for this? Because I'm not playing a character who has to speak French.
Getting a strong Falkenberg's Legion feeling out of this. I like it so far.
Getting a strong Falkenberg's Legion feeling out of this. I like it so far.
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