Its raining, its always raining its seems, the war was long but now its long over, well so they say, fact is there are some things still going off and the high ups say the, with the local lords not having the warewithall to sort the problems out the army had to come and set up camp. Well not all the army, just the buts they did not want or need. All at camp 'Bloody Lost' know this, a ragtag bunch of, lose cannons, nut jobs, old vets, now where to gos and glory seekers. Its the place you get sent when you mess up and the place you go to hide of you don't want to be found. Thats camp 'bloody lost'. But the ladys and lasses have to job to do and for there newly made home land and they, well most try and do it.
Your new to the camp, you in and waiting with your things for your new commanding officer.
Its raining, its always raining.
Your 1st day in a newly formed Troop, just arrived at the mean camp, the 1st thing that strikes you is the siege mentality mentality, a ditch then a wall the about 500' clearing then trees lots and lots of trees miles and miles of trees, water for the camp comes from a small stream, and you see a number of paths leading out into the woods. One of them got you here. A small town has grown up out side the Camp, its very makeshift and only looks 1 or 2 years old, as dos the camp.
The cam looks like this very similar to a roman camp
You have been shown your wood and canvas billet, and told that at 08:00 hours the next morning you will meet your new commanding officer. The billet you are all in is at the top left of the camp as seen on the map.
The time of year is late winter early spring, and its raining.
There are 12 bunk beds - 6 one each side - in your billet and it looks like its bit been used in a week or two, some one has popped the cheap locks on the small chests and they are all empty, there is a wood stove and cooking area but no wood. Its 4pm.
Enter as you wish, you all have a scroll with your orders to be here.
Angelo slithers over to the darkest part of the billet, choosing which ever bunk is there. His shadow covered form is that of a massive man-sized grey and green viper with arms, and a humanoid face. The shadows follow him even into the light, and if you look closely enough, in bright enough light, you can see the form of a human man inside of the shadowy snake thing.
Seeing no one else in the barracks yet, he looks around for the scroll that's supposedly awaiting him here with his orders.
Thran comes walking into the billet, and just randomly chooses bed, glancing around the area as the large black 'dog' comes padding up right behind him, his tail high and wagging as he sniffs the air.
"Greetingsss."
A high pitched voice can be heard singing loudly to the occasional accompaniment of a low pitched growl, moving towards the billet. As the singing moves closer, it becomes obvious that the song is bawdy enough for only the most debauched soldiers. The song comes to a loud end just before a large creature walks in, a small gnome riding atop him. They are laughing raucously together as they come in from the rain. The blue furred creature is looks much like a large cat, except for the extended body and the arms growing from there. The creature looks around the billet, I am Sperril, he says with a bow that nearly throws his rider off.
The rider laughs, climbing back up Sperril's back before adding her own bow, and I am Jensida. The creature and rider then punctuate their introductions by shaking the water from themselves, spraying it everywhere.
A tall human walks in. He appears to be human, but something is a little off, almost an aura around him. He scans the room. This appears to be the right place. Greetings, I am Shazeer, my eidolon is outside, his name is Hanothere. He scans the room again, finding an empty bed to toss his gear on.
In from the door comes a halfling riding a large cat... one that appears to have wings. "Greetings, friends!" he says with a smile, sliding from his ride to a bed without standing or walking. "I'm Kearan--they call me the Short, one guess why!" Kearan laughs as he undoes his pack and begins removing some of his belongings.
The cat nods to the others. "Apedemak," it says in a clear, thin voice, before beginning to groom itself lightly, hopping onto the foot of Kearan's chosen bed.
Two Gnomes come in look at you all, they drop 2 large bags one says holding out a chit and a pen for some one to sign
"Quartermaster us, new locks for your foot lockers, wood and food for tonight, its beans and some mean, don't ask me what. ya bedding and some soup."
once some one signs they head off in a rush.
Jensida jumps off the top bunk of the bed she had chosen and runs up to the men, inspecting them for a moment. She grabs the pen, smelling it. Oh, this pen was definitely made from a red crested swallow. Good choice. Jensida signs where they indicate then starts to give back the pen. She stops half way through, Mind if I keep it? Then without waiting for a reply she thanks the men and stuffs it in one of her many pockets and begins handing things out of the bags.
"Oh, good!" Kearan lets out an excited and happy exclamation. He slides over as Apedemak slips off the bed, and even as the cat hits the floor, the halfling lands on his back. Kearan and the cat stroll over to where Jensida stands.
"Well, how do you do, my fair lady gnome?" Kearan asks, doffing his hat. "Kearan the Short at your service--short relatively speaking, of course!" he chuckles and pets the head of his eidolon. "And this is Apedemak. May he relieve you of that weight?"
Angelo will slither over and take a lock as well as his share of the food. "Thanksss." He looks around at the motley crew that has assembled in the barracks. Noticing the glowing runes on everyone's foreheads, he comments "Not often that you sssee a room full of summonersss. Essspecially not in Nirmithasss. Wonder what we all did to deserve thisss?"
The trooper starts to say something about his pen but the others says
"let em have it, they got Sargent Cooper poor slobs, he'll find any thing they should not have."
The trooper give you an look but gos with the other.
You not others are going into other billets, you do not seem to be the only ones coming here for the 1st time.
The Half-Orc nods the folks walking into the area. "Hello. So you guys got tossed in here too eh?" He says, while reaching down to scritch behind an ear of the large black 'dog' beside him. "The names Thran.
The large canine gives a wolfish grin, his tail wagging as he looks over all the other people and Eidolons coming in. "And I'm Jhock. Good to meet you all." He wuffs.
Wile you get down to the hard task of stowing you things and eating, a Cleric comes to you Billet.
She is in full plate and carrying a handy haversack
She looks around the room counting the PCs'
Then she places a bottle per PC and a healing kit buy the door.
when shes done she says,
"Billet 4 you have been given your medical supplies, use them well, you will get no more for the time being we are running low."
With out another work she walks out and over to Billet 5.
Before you can move to get them a small hand comes round door looking to take one.
Jensida thinks for a moment making tossing motions with her bag. No, she says her brows pulled together, I rode in here, but I've never been tossed before. I think we should try it. She looks over at Sperril who shrugs. She then walks over to him and they spend a few minutes figuring out how he should hold her. After a few minutes, Jensida flies a few feet across the room, yelling happily as she does so. She lands at the feet of Angelo and Thran. Standing she says, I came here to meet Sargent Cooper. I hear he's really well known. I've never met anybody well known before.
"I came here on ordersss." The snake-man says quietly. "Anyone wanna come with me to sssee if we can find out what we might be facing?"
You can see that the small hand that its talking your healing bottles from the doorway is after them all. A little purple ape hand.
A mud-spattered, twig and leaf covered halfling rides into the billet atop what can best be described as a four-legged bush with a beak of thorns. "Hiya! I am Edgerton T. Bodger, scout and adventurer. Please, call me Edge. This here is my good buddy Twigurt." He hooks a thumb at the bush he rode in on.
Smiling, he continues, "So, have I missed anything important?"
Peers at the purple hand, and growls a little. Hey, that's ours!" He says while bounding over towards the door.
The hand drops the bottle and a what can only be called a Monkey Eidolon runs as fast as it can to Billet 2, it gets to the window and jumps in after a moment a tall looking elf looks out at your Billet then closes the window.
Edge sees the little hand, "HEY! Keep your little purple potion pinching paws off those!"
Snaps at the monkey as it tries to run away.
Twigurt's snap missis but only just as it scampers away.
Stomps his little self over to the door the monkey went in, with Twigurt in tow and bangs on the door. "Hey! We're supposed to be working together! Not stealing each others stuff!" Stomps back to the rest of his team.
Issues a low, leaves rustling grow before following Edgerton back.
Kearan laughs as the monkey is driven off. "So, looks like we'll have plenty of opportunities to practice our skills even when not in the field."
The door opens and you see a massive half org looking at you, from behind you see a human and a Dwarf,
he looks down at you,
"Whats the hub bub little man, you looking for ya mummy?
he says and the other gaff-or behind him as he grins at you.
Angelo will slither after Edgerton following the monkey. "He'sss looking for our potionsss. Return them now pleasssse."
The big half Org steps out put his arms by his side and looks you both up and down,
"yessss posssssionnnnsss, hear that boyssss hes lost his potions. Fresh blood thinks he can come in here and odder old Targ around, you best run along, we there fighter here abouts, when them Molthers come over again, we are the ones saving you little back sides."
As if on quie five others come out the building to stand around you.
"Now run along and take ya pet snake with ya"
"Oi, Billet 4! Get out here and help us defend what'sss ourssss!" Angelo calls back into their own barracks, over his shoulder. Turning towards the half-orcs, his eyes narrow, he says "Don't make thisss hard on yourselvesss. We don't want to fight you, but we will have what is oursss."
Jensida hops onto Sperril who begins running out to billet 2. Just give us our things back, and we won't have to do anything about it, snarls Sperril.
Thran is already walking out of the billet, his falchion strapped to his back, loosened. He smells trouble. Before him Jhock is already there, his tail stilled, his ears perked. "Now now, I'm sure we don't need any trouble here. We just want what was assigned to us." The wolf-creature tries the 'peaceful' route, but it looks like he's quite ready to gnaw on something if needed.
Jensida, sitting atop the blue creature, twists her smile into something menacing. I've taken plenty of animals like you apart. I hope you can be put back together when I'm done.
Shazeer stands up listens to the confrontation. He casts a summoning spell and send the creature off on a mission.
As you face off outside others come out of Billet two until there is eight facing you, The last one out is a tall elf. He walks slow as if taking his time to be dramatic. Each has an Eidolon.
With him there Targ faces off Sperril, eh seems just about to start a fight when a voice like thunder sounds across the parade ground.
Some how like magic the word rings in you heads and stops very, not just you from moving for a second. As you look the commanding voice come from a short half Orc now walking towards your gathering, the silence made by that voice is only broken by the sound of his spotlessly steel boot nails click on the wood blanks that form the walkways from hut to hut. hes uniform is immaculately clean, even in the mud and rain all around. The shame of this man is that off a box, built like a brick outhouse he has no nick, massive arms and legs even for his short size. he moves with sharp moves hands snapping back and forth has I marches at you. The look on is face of one of thunder, this tank of a man is not happy at what his eyes are telling.
The effect on the group from Billet two is instant, all their aggressiveness evaporates as they try very hard to look as innocuous as possible.
The large Half Torg says
"We ant doing any thing Sargent Cooper, we just...
he never finishes as Sargent Cooper cuts him off
He points at Sperril
The elf starts to talk in a sickly sweet voice.
"Sargent Cooper this is all.."
In an instant Sargent Cooper spins and walks over to the elf, putting his face in his.
In a soft voice the Sargent.
"You father may be big shot in the city, Vernol but here your all mine, I suggest you shut you mouth before I cut you a new one, are we clear?"
The elf looks at the Sargent for a moment coldly then says.
"yes Sargent we are clear"
"A am sorry, I could not hear you, say that again"
"YES SARGENT WE ARE CLEAR"
"That's better and don't you for a moment ever forget it, Vernol"
Spinning back to Sperril he orders
"NOW TALK!, What you lady's been player at?"
@Shazeer, your gremlin heads to billet 2 stops for a moment when the Sargent calls then heads to the back window, as it looks in it sees the Ape like Eidolon playing with healing kit and 2 bottles. Do you want it to go in?
Kearan had been about to head over to the billet when he hears the thunderous voice of the captain. By the hells, am I glad I didn't head out there... he thinks, shuddering and petting Apedemak's head.
"One of these men'sss eidolonsss ssstole our healing gear Sssir. We were attempting to retrieve it peacefully, when they ssseemed sset on fighting."
Upon hearing Srgt. Cooper, Shazeer calls back the gremlin and dismisses it. He strides outside. Sargent Cooper, Shazeer Mutasf here, I know that at this moment that an ape-like eidolon is in their Billet in possession of our healing kit.
Thran raises an eyebrow at the bellowing Seargent, and stands to attention. Though he seems like he isn't happy to be here, but he knows a strict commander when he see's one, and doesn't feel like pissing one off right now. He motions his fingers over to Jhock, who moves beside him and sits on hia haunches. "Indeed sir. Jhock here saw it, it was a purple ape-like Eidolon."
The wolfish Eidolon wrinkles his nose, muttering a bit under his breath, but maybe not low enough not to be heard. "Purple and somewhat smelly." He says with a wrinkles nose.
Seeing an opportunity, Edge hustles to the Sergeant, stepping between him and Sperril. "Hey Sarge! That elf there, I think you called him Vermint, or something like that. His little monkey was stealing our healing stuff. Twigurt, my bestest buddy, and I chased after it. It hopped in that window there," *points* "into the arms of Vermint who then close the window. I knocked on the door to get our stuff back. I guess I scared them, because they didn't open the door until I gave up knocking and returned to Billet 4." Smiles real big.
The Dwarf and from Billet two Cherps in,
Dwarf
"We never had der stuff, they must a sold it off and thinks to blame us."
Human shunting Edgerton to one side says
"I must protest Sargent, this riff-raff came over here looking to clam our healing equipment has out own, the check of the thing really!"
Sergeant Cooper Rom-rod strait looks on implacably at the barrage of comments.
All falls silent.
Looking at you all he says, and puts a big smile on his evil looking scared and just held on face.
"Is that straps and nails holding hes nose on?? great gods! he's Ugly"
"Well lady's seems we have a dispute on our hands, and the best way to deal with that is a good old style Eidolon fight, We ant got no entertainment or the camp tonight, so it looks like your it. You have one hour to get yourselves ready then muster the lot of ya in the training arena. 18:00 hours SHARP just after chow time. One on one Eidolon to Eidolon, until dismissed, you understand, I will pear you off when you get there. NOW BOTH BILLETS GIVE ME ALL YOUR HEALING EQUIPMENT, Winners can pick one item from that per fight. Whats lefts to be split. NOW GET GET YOUR SORRY BACKSIDES READY, YOU HAVE A CAMP TO ENTERTAIN"
With that he heads into Billet two, a short later the Ape Eidolon some rushing out to his elf master, followed by Sergeant Cooper carrying your healing stuff and another healing kit.
with a nod from Vermint, billet two heads back inside their hut with out a word.
Cooper looks as they go then marches off to you hut not waiting to see if your following him.
Angelo falls in line behind the Sergeant 'marching' as much as a snake can.
Edgerton follows Sarge along, almost skipping.
Apedemak perks its ears and tail up as Cooper approaches, slinking back to the bed. "I don't like this," it says to Kearan, who slides off the cat onto the mattress. The eidolon himself curls up around the halfling, protecting its master's body with its own.
Shazeer and Hanothere follow along as well.