Re: LFG: [5M EVENT] The Sound and the Fury (2020-05-01 2300 GMT)
Posted: Sat May 02, 2020 1:20 pm
My name is William Carver and I am a Forth Circle Scout, Third Circle Thief
Six weeks have passed since the events of Bamor and the nightmares have not stopped. I left Throal shortly after the events of Bamor. The nightmares that I was having were so bad that I was scaring my family who I was still living with at the time. They woke me up once and I nearly attacked them out of instinct... thief training has left me jumpy at times. My family worries about me, and I couldn't talk about what I had seen and what had happened to the people of Bamor. How can you tell your family about other families that killed themselves and their loved ones. The babies that littered the ground, the people that killed themselves in their beds and the actual horror that we had seen and greeted us like an old friend returning home. My cabin is close enough to Throal that I can return there should I be in danger or am needed, but far enough from Throal that I have a quiet place to sort through my feelings about with what happened at Bamor and to bond more with Charlie and Trym. The city isn't the best area for a huttawa and a baby elephant.
I was in my cabin when Semyon Tagarlig contacted Karl Tomsson, Dubhan Goronich, Norg, and myself about a threat to the cloister of silence. We contacted Jael and headed up to the cloister. Once there we found out that the cloister was going to be attacked in a few days. We scouted the location of the advancing group, our initial estimated put them at 35-40 in number and slowly growing in size as more of them gathered. We saw cadaverous people, animals that were corrupted, and some others that looked to be guiding them. We worked to remove some of the numbers that we would encounter over the course of a few hours. After the groups merged and started making their way up to the cloister we numbered them at 60-75. We set up some tracks and built some defenses along with the others that were located at the cloister, and soon the battle was met.
There was a horrible clashing of armies, we broke up into reserves, support and frontline fighters, I quickly lost track of the others in the chaos of the battle and can only accurately report as to what I was doing during the battle. My first task was to counter any stealth until that they had so I counter spying calling out people trying to sneak through our lines. Later in the day I was scouting the enemy lines and saw what was causing our troops to become fearful.. massive boars that were nothing but tusks and they traveled with giant apes of some sort. During a brief break in the fighting we adepts were able to find each other, Jael had also seen the creatures that I had seen and as a group we decided to remove them from the field.
The battle with the boars and apes was fast a brutal. The boars had some sort of ability to heal themselves and the Apes could resist an incredible amount of damage. We were able to defeat them and retreat back to our lines and take up positions in the army once more.
The night was falling and one last clash between the armies was begining, our side had the advantage, as my various instructors have taught me.. press your advantage. I went on the offensive and hunted targets that I could in the enemies reserves, I saw a massive troll that looked to be the leader. He was wielding two axes, I could not get a clear engagement on him and even had I done so I do not think attacking one on one I would be able to defeat the troll leader. As the enemy's lines began to collapse our lines surged forward and the battle was won. What enemies were not destroyed retreated towards a newly founded city of Grakor.
We were exhausted when tragedy struck Semyon's husband was nearly killed. He was preparing some wards should things go south as a last defense of the cloister. Lyrlian a nice old windling lady who acted as our quartermaster was not a windling at all. She did something that broke Semyon's husband's arms in horrific ways and then folded his skull back on itself.. I though that the horrors in Bamor were horrific but I do not know how anyone survives such an attack.
Semyon thanked us for our service and reward us with some items that had been in his family. Norg was given a suit of armor, Karl was given an item and I got a very interesting hooded cloak. He also informed us that training would be provided at a reduced cost should we wish to pursuit that course of action.
There was nothing more we could do here, so we returned to Throal. I returned to my cabin with more nightmares to fill my dreams and thoughts of yet another city of potential horrors Grakor...
Six weeks have passed since the events of Bamor and the nightmares have not stopped. I left Throal shortly after the events of Bamor. The nightmares that I was having were so bad that I was scaring my family who I was still living with at the time. They woke me up once and I nearly attacked them out of instinct... thief training has left me jumpy at times. My family worries about me, and I couldn't talk about what I had seen and what had happened to the people of Bamor. How can you tell your family about other families that killed themselves and their loved ones. The babies that littered the ground, the people that killed themselves in their beds and the actual horror that we had seen and greeted us like an old friend returning home. My cabin is close enough to Throal that I can return there should I be in danger or am needed, but far enough from Throal that I have a quiet place to sort through my feelings about with what happened at Bamor and to bond more with Charlie and Trym. The city isn't the best area for a huttawa and a baby elephant.
I was in my cabin when Semyon Tagarlig contacted Karl Tomsson, Dubhan Goronich, Norg, and myself about a threat to the cloister of silence. We contacted Jael and headed up to the cloister. Once there we found out that the cloister was going to be attacked in a few days. We scouted the location of the advancing group, our initial estimated put them at 35-40 in number and slowly growing in size as more of them gathered. We saw cadaverous people, animals that were corrupted, and some others that looked to be guiding them. We worked to remove some of the numbers that we would encounter over the course of a few hours. After the groups merged and started making their way up to the cloister we numbered them at 60-75. We set up some tracks and built some defenses along with the others that were located at the cloister, and soon the battle was met.
There was a horrible clashing of armies, we broke up into reserves, support and frontline fighters, I quickly lost track of the others in the chaos of the battle and can only accurately report as to what I was doing during the battle. My first task was to counter any stealth until that they had so I counter spying calling out people trying to sneak through our lines. Later in the day I was scouting the enemy lines and saw what was causing our troops to become fearful.. massive boars that were nothing but tusks and they traveled with giant apes of some sort. During a brief break in the fighting we adepts were able to find each other, Jael had also seen the creatures that I had seen and as a group we decided to remove them from the field.
The battle with the boars and apes was fast a brutal. The boars had some sort of ability to heal themselves and the Apes could resist an incredible amount of damage. We were able to defeat them and retreat back to our lines and take up positions in the army once more.
The night was falling and one last clash between the armies was begining, our side had the advantage, as my various instructors have taught me.. press your advantage. I went on the offensive and hunted targets that I could in the enemies reserves, I saw a massive troll that looked to be the leader. He was wielding two axes, I could not get a clear engagement on him and even had I done so I do not think attacking one on one I would be able to defeat the troll leader. As the enemy's lines began to collapse our lines surged forward and the battle was won. What enemies were not destroyed retreated towards a newly founded city of Grakor.
We were exhausted when tragedy struck Semyon's husband was nearly killed. He was preparing some wards should things go south as a last defense of the cloister. Lyrlian a nice old windling lady who acted as our quartermaster was not a windling at all. She did something that broke Semyon's husband's arms in horrific ways and then folded his skull back on itself.. I though that the horrors in Bamor were horrific but I do not know how anyone survives such an attack.
Semyon thanked us for our service and reward us with some items that had been in his family. Norg was given a suit of armor, Karl was given an item and I got a very interesting hooded cloak. He also informed us that training would be provided at a reduced cost should we wish to pursuit that course of action.
There was nothing more we could do here, so we returned to Throal. I returned to my cabin with more nightmares to fill my dreams and thoughts of yet another city of potential horrors Grakor...