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Peake and his squad encounter the Whispering Death. [Skyard]

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  • Located in Venora territory, 2 days away from Warrick, 4 days away from Andaris City. The terrain is moderately flat unless stated in RP.
  • Each Square is approximately 1 square meter (square yard, more or less).
  • Company of 6 Knights total, 6 horses, 2 wagons.
  • Intense rain, moderate fog. 15th break of the day. (3:00 PM)
  • (9+10, b+c) and (15+16, I+J) are sink holes.

  • First Zone. The road/clearing (3+4, a to L). High presence of leaves. Entering the leaves breaks stealth completely. Movements detected 10 squares in every direction. (Its not logic with rain, but its like a penalized zone)

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    [Upper section of the map]
  • Second Zone. Thick forest (13 to 21, v to L). Thin trees, moderate height. Low bushes.


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    [Lower Right section of the map]
  • Third Zone. Dry forest. (11 to 21, k to s). Dry trees, low height. No bushes. Reduced visibility. Movement speed reduced by half. Inaccessible to mounted units.

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    [Lower Middle section of the map]
  • Fourth Zone. Old forest. (6 to 21, a to k). Old trees, very tall. Big bushes, frequent clearings. Easily climbable trees.

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    [Lower Right section of the map]
Assets
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5 Individuals 1 Individual 6 Individuals (2 strapped to wagon, thus unmovable) 2 Undividuals
Armored Armored Unarmored N/A
Each unit counts as one turn Counts as a turn Travels twice as fast N/A
Melee Combat (35), Ranged Combat (35), Shield (25), Mount (25), Unarmed Combat (15) Has a beard Trained Horses Contains Supplies and weapons (both melee and ranged)
Rules
  • Three turns per post.
  • Movement limit 5 units per turn. (Double for mounted units)
  • Roll 1d10 for actions. (Shooting arrows, climbing, disguise, etc)

[Roll 1] - Hurtful failure. The PC harms himself.

[Roll 2] - Disgraceful failure. The PC fails miserably, and is very exposed.

[Roll 3] - Failure. The PC fails his actions without any consequence.

[Roll 4] - Acceptable failure. The PC commits a mistake. The action is successful, but the result is disappointing.

[Roll 5] - Neutral roll. Succeed or fail, depending on the players wishes.

[Roll 6] - Action successful. The PC's action is successful, yet the results are nothing otherworldly.

[Roll 7] - Proper execution. The PC's action is performed, and the result is satisfactory.

[Roll 8] - Good execution. The PC's action is perfomed with grace. The result is very satisfactory.

[Roll 9] - Excellent execution. The PC's action is performed with excellence. The result is exactly as intended and very precise.

[Roll 10] - Majestic execution. The PC's action is so good, they are allowed to perform an additional action. (Roll again for the second action)
IC
33rd of Ashan
Venora Territory
15th break

Damned be the rain. Two days of damp travel, exhausting and hard on the traveling squad. The leads of Peake’s investigation pointed out that the necromancer he was tasked to eliminate had moved on from Andaris, and thus this disgraceful adventure began. Peake Andaris, nobleman in the mud. Just like his squad, he was already sick of the traveling even if they were merely 48 breaks away from reaching Warrick, the next step of the infinite trail. If only the sun could’ve shined in the horizon to give the armored knights a chance, he would’ve been in a much better mood. Even the horses were grumpy, not only because they got to either carry men wrapped in heavy plates or had to drag wagons, but because they too were exhausted long ago. Of course, they wouldn’t get a break, not until the rain cleared and the group could properly rest. If only they had a few squires to remove the plate at night… Laments and complains was the only thing they had. That, and the cold the flesh below the armor felt.


“Halt!” Called out Peake, Steward of the Moseke Knights and utmost responsible for the five men, six horses, two wagons and one objective of the squad. “15 bits of rest. Rills, try to start a fire. Peerio, secure the horses and feed them. Katao, get our rations. Dalaisu… go find yourself a tree. Make sure you don’t moon us, you fat animal.” Raising his visor, Peake inspected the territory that opened before them. The road was walled in the north side, and to the south raised a forest of diverse flora. The beginning of the forest was approximately five yards away, safe distance to spot any of the fauna that may roam around. Even if something was brave enough to try and take a piece of one of the horses, the party would see it. Peake dismounted his horse a bit later, the men already having done the same and starting to obey the orders given to them. Pear Rills, a man born and raised in the wild was in charge of starting a fire, something that was obviously impossible to do with the heavy rainfall that was haunting them all. Peerio took a hold of the horses and began feeding them the carrots that rested in one of the wagons, the feed being useless in the rain.


Katao, also in the road, looked into one of the wagons and began extracting the rations that were basically waterskins filled with a highly nutritive soup. For traveling men like them, Knights that were better suited for swinging swords around instead of doing anything else with their lives, solid food was something only to be found between civilizations. Here, when time was pressing, when they couldn’t even remove their armor at night, soup was more than enough. Peake removed his helm, squirting his damp beard from all the gathered humidity, and moved towards Katao, taking one of the waterskins and drinking vigorously. Despite all the nutrients it contained, some individuals like Vorko Dalaisu couldn’t process it correctly, reason why had been shifting awkwardly in his saddle for the last two breaks. The rumble of his stomach could be heard for miles, surely, and more than once he had glanced towards Peake, begging with his eyes for a stop to discharge his bowels. Peake had been postponing this, of course, mostly to amuse himself, yet now he finally gave the man some mercy.


It was Dalaisu the one, and only one, that had hurry in his body, running with fervor despite being an overweight knight whose motions were funny rather than imposing. To think such a goof managed to get a knighthood was something Peake couldn’t comprehend, yet Vorko never complained when a few laws had to be skipped due to Peake’s methods. His grunts and moans causes a few smirks amongst the men as Vorko ran towards the forest and already imagined how good he’d feel once he squatted down and found some satisfaction. So much hurry the man had that he ignored anything else salve that perfect spot, that perfect tree he wished to hug before releasing the beast that had tormented him for the past few breaks.


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The torrential downpour brought about an air of morose to the once beautiful scenery that was the Forest. Cold, deep breaths exited the boys lungs and mist manifested from in between his lips momentarily only to dissipate in mere trills. He heard quite a few sets of footsteps, and the feral childs nostrils flared as he attempted to inhale the scent of his soon to be prey. However he could only smell the water from the rain droplets which descended upon his cranial structure. The ground grew increasingly wet and slippery; until it became a much more thick concoction of moist dirt. Skyard nearly slipped as he attempted to adjust his bare feet to the nearly frictionless ground. He felt as if he were going to slip with each and every perpetual step that he took. He heard the brief “squish” beneath him as he felt the strange sensation of cold water and mud wash over his feet. He caught a scent, and he could smell something that was incredibly foul; the smell of feces.

Anyone with a nose could recognize the stench of a bowel-movement, and he paced forth rather slowly. Only to see a silhouette of a figure; the figure was incredibly bulky. Skyard had no knowledge about what armor was, and he tilted his head to the right side. Whoever the person was seemed to have rested in a somewhat squatted position. The feral child did not enjoy the presence of others in his home; especially when they came in large groups like this one. He felt threatened, and disrespected simultaneously due to the fact that he had the audacity to empty his bowels in Skyards forest. Therefore Skyard decided that he would loose an arrow in the direction of the unknown person.

He took a series of steps forward in order to close the distance between them. However with each and every step he took the smell only became more pungent. The feral child prepared himself for a slaughter fest, and perhaps a tasty meal as he uplifted his longbow. Clad in no more than poor quality furs; he made hardly a sound as he approached. He attempted to be stealthy, and cautious with each of his motions as he advanced to C8. He took a moment to pull back the string on the bow and proceeded to place the arrow at the right side of the bow. His index, middle and ring finger came in contact with the right side of his visage as he prepared to fire. With both of his eyes open, and a somewhat decent amount of fog coverage he loosed the arrow toward what he thought to be the cranial structure of the squatted person.

dice roll The strike had been successfully executed in much the same fashion he predicted. The moment he loosed the arrow; the slight sound of a whispering wind followed the trail of the arrow. Despite the fact that he had not been a master with the use of the bow the conditions provided by the weather were perfect in the sense that he had a fairly good amount of coverage. Despite the fact that he aimed for what he thought to be the cranial structure, the arrow impacted the Suprasternal notch of the man. Which caused a loud scream to erupt from his lungs spontaneously in response to the immense amount of pain delivered all at once. Skyard knew that he would not dare move any further than where he was. If he advanced he would likely be met by several other people, and Skyard was likely to be significantly physically weak compared to his opponents. The person that he had just shot appeared to have a massive body, and with that being said he stepped back to return to the cover of the dead Tree.

He calculated his next move, and the next plan of action would simply be to wait until he could seize the next opportunity. Aomaru had not been with him at the time, and he was rather thankful that his comrade was not present. Due to the fact that if he were the cover would have already been blown; the hunt had not begun quite yet. He would wait until he could see more than one target in order to voice himself to the opponents. However he would launch psychological warfare against any of the others who approached, and monstrous growls exited his esophagus. The growls were so deep that one might easily mistake them to be demonic, and not a typical product of nature.
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The tasks went on, no matter how fastidious they were. The men could barely see three yards away from where they stood, and that only brought more anxiety to each and every last one of them when it was combined with the cold rain that mercilessly hit their armored bodies. All of them had their helmet on, as Peake had forbidden them to remove it. They could only do so whenever they reached the fort or a village, a harsh decision that even Peake himself hated. His beard was so damp it seemed it was going to freeze right there, right on his chin, which was a truly terrifying thought. His beard was, after all, his precious possession. Thankfully, all he did was boss his men around, and so the strain that the cold caused in one’s body was not felt as harshly on himself as it did on his men. Everyone worked, all salve Dalaisu, whom was off somewhere fertilizing the countryside with his surely horrendous shite, one that could bring nightmares to whoever witnessed what came out of that rather disturbing man. It was a recurring nightmare for Peake in those heavy days of heavy drinking.

Suddenly, something more disturbing came out of Dalaisu, more disturbing than his own excrement – his scream. Loud and clear despite the rain, it was moderately near by the proximity of the origin point, all five remaining men looking towards the source they couldn’t see because of the fog. As sudden as the scream, all four men immediately shot their eyes towards Peake, whom was partially shocked by the surprise. Merely a moment of doubt slowed him down, yet he refused to remain idle for any more time. “Rills! Go!” Rills drew his long sword as he began moving (w,4) south, directly towards the source of Dalaisu’ screams that rocked the very world. His armored feet passed through heavy patches of some kind of leaves, which made a very loud noise with every step Rills took. The heavy pouring and the somewhat intermittent screams of Dalaisu somewhat confused the man, whom ended up in the middle of the fog, slowing down more and more as he was somewhat confused as to where to continue. The visor on his helmet didn’t quite allow him to see much, and the helmet itself numbed his sense of hearing. (A, 8)

Meanwhile, Peake mounted his horse, which took him quite a while due to the hindered movements caused by the rain, cold and the urgency itself. Instead, he yelled out orders. “Peerio! Mount your horse and go with Rills!” Peerio obeyed, immediately, already seething for action, his reckless behavior and eagerness for battle driving his feet with speed, moving from his position (y, 1) towards his horse, (x, 3), which he’d mount in a heartbeat, turning around and yelling out. “Quick, pass me a shield!” His yell was directed towards Maddoshka, of course, whom was relatively close (t, 3). Maddoska moved from his position towards into the wagon (t, 2), and ruffled through the weapons. Retrieving a kite shield made of wood, with the design of the Knighthood shining on the outer side, Maddoshka tried a gamble that could very well be fatal if he failed – tossing the shield towards Peerio instead of running towards him. [Dice Roll] Maddoska, the experienced and most veteran of them all, man whom refused to be promoted just to avoid losing in touch with the people of Kingdom, did not disappoint, tossing over the shield towards Peerio in an elegant manner, perfect for a catch. It was up to Peerio to retrieve it in the air, as he had it very easy, and if he succeeded he could march on towards the screams very easily. [Dice Roll] Unfortunately, Peerio did not succeed, the shield merely hitting him in the helmet, the knight leaning over his horse dangerously, almost about to fall, something that would take him more than just a bit to recover from.

Peake did not witness this, thankfully, as it was going on at the same time he was trying to mount his horse, because otherwise he’d make note of what goofs he was commanding. “Maddoshka, get in the wagon and tell us what you see! Katao, stay there and keep an eye out!”




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