October 22, 2008
10:44 PM | 
Posted by
pcbutler |
As the three soldiers continue to fix their cart, The captain walks further into the woods not turning back to look at his underlings.
“We have to get this weapons cart up to the forward garrison. I hear tell that there was an attack a few nights ago.”
One of the men stops working.
“The garrison was attacked?”
The captain makes a face of utter contempt.
“No, you fool! A militia was attacked over on Verdons field.”
Valerie moves to a lower branch straining to listen.
“Hmm, I wonder if that was where Richard was?” She thinks to herself
The soldier moves closer to his captain.
“Sorry sir, but do you mean the Patron’s militia? My cousin marches with them.”
The captain turns.
“Sorry lad, but the way my spy..er..source tells me, all who were marching that night were wiped out.”
“Killed sir?” The soldier swallows hard. “Who attacked them?”
“Can’t really say. He said it was hard to see, what with the heavy rain, but he walked around afterward and didn’t see anything alive.”
He places a hand on the man’s shoulder.
“We’ll find out soon enough, boy. Don’t worry. You’ll have your vengeance.”
The other two soldiers complete the repairs and push the cart out of its hole with the help of a large old work horse.
Valerie moves down to the ground and scurries over toward the cart. The two men see her and one pulls out hunting knife.
“Looks like we’ve found dinner.”
Valerie freezes in mid-stride. She now sees that she has placed herself in between the three soldiers and the captain.
Another soldier pulls out a sling and bullet. "Don't worry this won't hurt at bit!"
Her legs now frozen in terror, she looks around for an escape and with a push of adrenaline she makes a jump under the horse and towards the cart. A bullet whizzes pass as she darts in between legs and wheels.
A voice booms out from the trees. It's sickening undertones of rot, recognizable to only a lucky few.
"Help a old leper to the city gates?"
Richard places one of his wrapped hands on the captains arm. He reels back in sickening repulsion.
"Don't touch me you filthy beggar. How did you get behind me so quietly? Where are you from?"
By this point the captain is trying to hold back whatever was unlucky enough to have been in his stomach from breakfast. The other soldiers cease their hunt and form up behind him, swords drawn.
Valerie takes this as her chance and starts to circle around to get to who she hopes to be Richard.
"Ay, sir, a beggar I am. But that is because life is what it made this poor, decrepit body to be."
The soldiers relax somewhat but keep their swords at the ready.
Richard takes a few steps towards them. As he does, then soldiers step back and keep their distance.
Valerie, now standing just in the treeline, out of view, takes a sniff to the air. She soon realises that this was a bad idea.
"Uh.. what a stench." She thinks as little paws rub her face and nose, trying to clean the almost physical smell Richard has created. "I'm impressed, the old bastard's good at this. Keep the disgust high and no one wants to bother with you for fear of becoming ill."
“We have to get this weapons cart up to the forward garrison. I hear tell that there was an attack a few nights ago.”
One of the men stops working.
“The garrison was attacked?”
The captain makes a face of utter contempt.
“No, you fool! A militia was attacked over on Verdons field.”
Valerie moves to a lower branch straining to listen.
“Hmm, I wonder if that was where Richard was?” She thinks to herself
The soldier moves closer to his captain.
“Sorry sir, but do you mean the Patron’s militia? My cousin marches with them.”
The captain turns.
“Sorry lad, but the way my spy..er..source tells me, all who were marching that night were wiped out.”
“Killed sir?” The soldier swallows hard. “Who attacked them?”
“Can’t really say. He said it was hard to see, what with the heavy rain, but he walked around afterward and didn’t see anything alive.”
He places a hand on the man’s shoulder.
“We’ll find out soon enough, boy. Don’t worry. You’ll have your vengeance.”
The other two soldiers complete the repairs and push the cart out of its hole with the help of a large old work horse.
Valerie moves down to the ground and scurries over toward the cart. The two men see her and one pulls out hunting knife.
“Looks like we’ve found dinner.”
Valerie freezes in mid-stride. She now sees that she has placed herself in between the three soldiers and the captain.
Another soldier pulls out a sling and bullet. "Don't worry this won't hurt at bit!"
Her legs now frozen in terror, she looks around for an escape and with a push of adrenaline she makes a jump under the horse and towards the cart. A bullet whizzes pass as she darts in between legs and wheels.
A voice booms out from the trees. It's sickening undertones of rot, recognizable to only a lucky few.
"Help a old leper to the city gates?"
Richard places one of his wrapped hands on the captains arm. He reels back in sickening repulsion.
"Don't touch me you filthy beggar. How did you get behind me so quietly? Where are you from?"
By this point the captain is trying to hold back whatever was unlucky enough to have been in his stomach from breakfast. The other soldiers cease their hunt and form up behind him, swords drawn.
Valerie takes this as her chance and starts to circle around to get to who she hopes to be Richard.
"Ay, sir, a beggar I am. But that is because life is what it made this poor, decrepit body to be."
The soldiers relax somewhat but keep their swords at the ready.
Richard takes a few steps towards them. As he does, then soldiers step back and keep their distance.
Valerie, now standing just in the treeline, out of view, takes a sniff to the air. She soon realises that this was a bad idea.
"Uh.. what a stench." She thinks as little paws rub her face and nose, trying to clean the almost physical smell Richard has created. "I'm impressed, the old bastard's good at this. Keep the disgust high and no one wants to bother with you for fear of becoming ill."
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