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The Slaughter of Brightling's Bay (RP to come)

imported_Losk
24-06-2004, 05:02
Prologue (Secret IC)
“General, the scouts you sent have just returned,” Colonel Pik announced as he entered the tent. The man that the Colonel addressed, General Frost, was a tall and muscular man. He kept his pitch-black hair in a warrior’s tail that hung just below his shoulders. “Have the leader of the scouts report to me in fifteen minutes,” General Frost ordered as he took a large gulp of ale.
Fifteen minutes later a very nervous Corporal entered the tent. The General made him hold his salute for ten minutes while he finished his meal. “Report,” he ordered as he briefly returned the salute.
“It is as you feared, General Frost. The villagers of Brightling’s Bay are indeed planning to block the port until they get a voice in the way the province is run.”
“What of their military strength?”
“Some two hundred farmers with short swords and a dozen Ogres. There is a rumor that a tribe of kappa will help them block the port but we were unable to confirm this.”
The general smacked the table so hard that it splintered. “Damn rebels! I’ll teach them! Go tell Colonel Pik to see me!” The Corporal left the tent quickly and minutes later Colonel Pik entered.
“You sent for me, General?”
“Yes. Prepare two vessels* for a long march and then battle! We are going to kill all the rebels of Brightling’s Bay!”
“Shall I send a messenger to General Freloc for permission, General?”
“I don’t need permission from some god forsaken demon! Go do what I ordered before I have you skewered!” Colonel Pik gulped, saluted and then left. The gleam in Frost’s eyes left no doubt that more then the rebels would die.

A dawn the next day General Frost was inspecting his troops. He stopped in front of one soldier whose shield wasn’t quite polished enough. “What’s your name soldier,” the General barked angrily.
“Private Kemp, General!”
“Colonel, put Private Kemp on report!” Stupidly Kemp, who had just been conscripted three weeks before, decided to object. “Wha-,” he gets no further as General Frost’s sword is plunged into his stomach.
“Colonel,” the General said as he wiped his blade clean on the grass.
“Yes, General?”
“Keep him on report.”


*A vessel is one hundred soldiers.

The next morning the humans start out before dawn. The Ogres, with their incredible speed over long distances, set out around noon and are expect to overtake the humans within four hours. The march is uneventful, other then when barbarians attacked the Ogres, who easily defeated the barbarians. The next day both vessels make camp behind a hill, barely a mile away from Brightling’s Bay.

OOC: More to come later. Please post comments or constructive criticisms.