"You see your breath in the air, feel that chill up your spine? Note the frost on the ground and the trees bare of leaves? That ain't the weather, my friend. That's death himself, coming to visit."
Thorek held his tools in hand, carefully chiseling away at the stone.
Not like that! Your fingers are too fall apart! TOO FAR APART!
”Shut it! I’m working here!” Thorek shouted. Too late he realized that he had said it out loud. A mother grabbed her child and hurried off, away from him.
Now they think you’re crazy, rather than just a lazy craftsman.
Thorek’s brow furrowed. ”Uncle, don’t ye have a tomb to haunt instead? I’ve got fifteen of these sarcophagi to make, and your criticism isn’t helping.”
Isnt helping? Isn’t helping?! The ghostly voice echoed in his head. Why I was carving stone when ye were still soiling yourself! Milk drinker! Why, when I was YOUR AGE I treated my elders with respect. I-...
Thorek rubbed his eyes. All around him humans were going about their lives, blissfully unaware of the spirits around them. The spirits within him. They came and went, his ancestors. It was hard to control it. He was getting better at it. These days he could almost control when they manifested. Almost. This was not one of those days. Finally, just to shut his uncle up, he held his tools up with his fingers closer together.
Good! Now, there’s no excuse for shoddy craftsmanship. Even if the humans won’t notice it, kin will. Ye don’t want to be laughed at in a hundred years from now when your work starts chipping, do ye? That reminds me, way back-
Thorek stifled a groan. His uncle’s stories were only slightly less grating than his grumbling.
-...and that’s why ye should always keep cheese under your helmet? Got that? Good.
Thorek couldn’t wait until the expedition left. It would feel good to let some of his frustration out on the undead.
Rau sat on a bench outside the tavern, ale in hand, watching the people go by. Although his worn leathers and gruff appearance were not uncommon here near the border, people still seemed to shy away, making room as they passed.
As he watched the families go by, children laughing and adults calmly chatting, he couldn't help but feel out of place. At some point life must have been like this. I'm sure childhood was pleasant, but that was long ago. He knew that, logically, he had once been young and innocent, but all he remembered at this point was conflict. Years with the Accusers hunting down murderers, necromancers, and the undead. Bringing them to justice when possible, giving them to Pharasma when it wasn't. After the Prince fell, he just moved into a similar but less organized life. Wandering the land, alone or in groups, hunting. Still hunting necromancers and undead, but the only justice he provided this time was death, or a return to death. He felt very out of place back in civilization among these innocents.
This is supposed to be nice...relaxing. Why isn't it?
As he impatiently awaited the chance to go back into the fray and carve out some land in Pharasma's name, he flagged down the tavern girl for another ale.
Tomas again sent a silent blessing to whomever it was who had invented the Handy haversack? He had spent most of his coin but at last he had everything he could need for a hunt into Ustalav packed into his.
He hurriedly made Pharasma's sign when he realized he had most likely doomed himself with that thought.
Looking around he tried to see if he could find a comfortable resting spot while waiting?
Volkar confidently strode down the street, cloak billowing behind him. He still wore his uniform from the Crusades, the pattern and coloration marking him as an arcane caster. My father confirmed dead, all of his legitimate heirs confirmed dead. I am now the head of House Neska. Looking about, he saw Thorek Bloodaxe, working on some sarcophagi. Knowing not to interrupt him while working, he continued on until he saw one of the Scouts from the Crusade - Tomas, wasn't it? And there, sitting on a bench outside the tavern, was Rau Venator. He'd never been an official soldier of the Crusades, but they'd fought together a time or two.
Making his way to the tavern, he said, "Rau Venator, isn't it? Volkar Neska, we fought together during the second Caliphas offensive."
Keryn woke early, before the sun cleared the horizon. After making his ablutions and breaking fast, he wandered through the streets, looking for a small clearing or park in which to train. Finding a suitable spot, he knelt and offered a prayer to Iomedae.
Inheritor, please guide me on my path. Let Your will be manifest through me. Aid me in defeating Your enemies, and protecting those in need. Please help me as I strive to live according to Your affirmations, and remember Your Acts. Valor, Justice, Honor. Now, and in all days to come.
He worked through a warm-up, completing set forms consisting of a series of high and low kicks, knee strikes, elbow strikes, punches and 'blocks'. There are no blocks. Everything is a strike! He flowed through movement exercises designed to help react quickly to attacks from all sides. Finally, he drew his weapons, a pair of beautifully crafted kama. One dark of blade, one light. He went back through the basic sets, weapons in hand. Just as a castle has a foundation, so do we have basics. And just as a castle with a weak foundation will fall, so will we fail if our basics are not strong.
Finally, he went through advanced sets designed to make best use of his kama. The blades sung and flashed through the air as they tore into a legion of invisible foes.
Once finished, he sheathed his kama, and set out at a slow jog around the city.
Christian looks up from the paper work as he stands at the gate. Watching the last of the supplies wagons come rolling into the inner courtyard of his makeshift camp. The camp was not ideal but it was defensible. Advances have been made in the months since the arrival of the small mercenary unit. Argent Dracas had responded to the request of aid in reclaiming Ustalav. A defensible position was found with towers and ramparts being built along with a simple defensible wooden wall surrounding the tents of the unit. The men from Lastwall that were overseeing the shipment of supplies waited as the mercenary supply clerks went about calling off the contents of each wagon. A young man approached from within the camp, Christian hearing him coming had turned to acknowledge the new recruit. This was one of the many men and women that joined up with his unit to help with the current task. Most were hired to add to the strength but some were replacements. He had lost friends in this conflict and it never got easier, giving orders that resulted in the deaths of those under his command.
Sir... um...th...there are some missing soldiers. Sir. Two last night and four more this morning.
Hearing the soft snickering of the loyalist men of Lastwall made Christian think the worse for a moment. He had seen almost all of the new recruits this morning and he knew that the veterans would not flee. so who was missing?
Christian handed the paperwork back to the sergeant from Lastwall.
All is in order. We will pick up the last wagon at the trade ground just after the morning meal.Thank you again.
He turns away to head back into the compound. He hears the words that he knew would come after his departure.
Typical mercs...I guess our coin was not good enough for them.
Christian lets the common view of mercenaries run off of him like water on a duck.
Once the gates had closed the young man asked the question he knew was coming.
Sir. why did you not stand...
Christian's voice was soft but commanding not the less. It held a sense of learning that was meant to teach the young recruit some life lesson.
What people assume of you is of no importance...what people actually see of you is... Never worry about what people think they know about you. Strive to show them what you value by your actions. Undersand...?
Looking at the young recruit...
with me...
Christian starts to walk towards the A-Frame tents. The camp was being dismantled and was almost complete. The Camp was to be turned over to the troops of Lastwall. The common fire pit was still giving off some heat and smoke from last nights farewell gathering. The A-Frame tents with their black and red striped canvas, were packed up and all the equipment was being stowed away. The banner of a Silver Dragon with a tower shield clenched in it's claws was just now being lower from the pole. The words written in Draconic, Draco Invictus would no longer fly in this area...at least for now.
who is it we are missing
The new recruit looked a bit confused at first but replied quickly.
um Tarrach, Ulfgar, Telgarr, Karhue, Eldr and Tola...
Christian stops as he hears the names...
are you sure of the names?
the young man nods that his is certain.
Christina turns around in a circle look at those around him.
Isvar, Channon, Tyerst...Leyomi..you are with me and bring a wah-wagon. We might be needing it.
They soon made there way back into town and within a short amount of time they came to a small house that was in disrepair. Sitting or rather slumped on the porch were the missing soldiers. Passed out and still holding drinking horns. Several empty wine skins were scattered around the ground. Christian looked around at the men and women of his unit.
Omah!...I know you are awake...what did you do to them this time. Did you feed them that Vargdrinka again.
As his words rang out the soldiers started to stir and wake up. Grumbling about what time it was and for someone to put out the camp fire.
A little tiny woman, bent with age came out from her home cackling with glee. She appear to have seen more winters than half the group combined.
They always think they can out drink experience. Hehe. No I did not give them Vargdrinka. Fruit Braggot was the choice...
Fruit Braggot!..damn it...Omah you are evil. Beautiful yes but oh so evil. What did they do to be honored with such a gift.
The old woman laughed a bit more as the men and women tried to stand up.
They fixed my roof and rehung the door so that it sits proper...so no more wind and rain will ail my old bones. It was a brew well worth the time and energy and always worth drinking it with good company. I thank you to not be so hard on them young one.
Seeing the hung over soldiers get into the Wah Wagon was chore unto itself. They were destroyed and would be useless for the first half of the day. The Wah Wagon earned it's name by making sure to hit every hole along the road. The soldiers that got taken home in it would be crying by the time the got home. Hence the name Wah Wagon.
The unit was finished with their morning meal and had picked up the last wagon of supplies.
Do you think this is wise? The voice was beautiful and delicate but the underlining tone was filled with an awesome power. Jasrella was an elegant woman who preferred her dealings to be quick, explosive and deadly. She kept that temper in check due to her almost decade of soldier training.
Christian smiled at his XO...It is not ideal but the end of this contract will justify the risk, besides the troops deserve to have their families here with them. Too long have they been scattered all over the lands. It will do them good to know that they are all safe and ready to help us create a home.
I hope this works, it is a big gamble. Not only could we lose all... family and friends alike but this could spell the end of the unit.
Christian turns and looks at Jasrella.
we can not change our past...but if this works...we could create a future.
Standing there alone he watches as the unit disperse into several small groups. They would travel in strong groups that would meet up with the other units that were under contracts. When those contracts were done they would ride for Ustalav. To join in the creation of a home. Lord Christian would remain behind to join a small group that was to help tame the lands. He only hope that he would be here to see his family return.
The letter was brief and almost terse:
Greetings,
You are cordially invited to break your fast with General Manetus Gallispar two days hence at six bells. Present this missive at the main gates of the Lastwall garrison in Grayce.
Recommended arrival time: five and a half bells.
Late arrivals will be turned away.
Your Servant,
Yonge Dalliv, Cpt
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Captain Dalliv motions you into the massive central area of the command tent. The interior is exactly as you anticipated - spartan and functional. Heavily armed and armored soldiers wearing Lastwall tabards stand on both sides of the doorway. A large table surrounded by 10 chairs dominates the center of the room.
The captain motions you toward a side table holding food and drink, "The General will be with you in ten minutes. Please avail yourselves of these refreshments, then find a seat at the table."
Bowing, he turns and strides out of chamber, closing the door as he departs.
Thorek stood with his arms crossed, waiting. He wore a Breastplate, battered scarred and functional. Just like him. A sturdy helmet adorned his head, thick enough to be used as a blunt weapon in a pinch. Aside from that he was unarmed, as he had naught but engraving tools hanging from his belt.
A voice in his head said Now, etiquette demands that you not eat or drink first. Rather, you are to wait, and to appear that you are neither hungry nor thirsty. Then, when-
Thorek chewed on his beard, suffering in silence as his great-grand-uncle bores him to death with long forgotten court etiquette from Brevoy of all places. Damned useless information. He managed to keep his thoughts from the ancient dwarf. Thorek walked over and was the first to grab a piece of cheese. He took a bite, for the sharp flavor. Little jolts like that often helped to temporarily drown out the possession. He wanted his head clear for when the General came. The man was a hero and deserved to be treated as such.
Keryn stood quietly, hands folded at his waist. He wore his best robes, but left his weapons secured with one of the guards, to be claimed as he left.
He looked around at the others, mostly out of curiosity, but did not strike up any conversation. So as not to be rude, he walked over and helped himself to some water and carrot sticks. As he munched on them, he tried to recall what he knew of the general's career.
Tall and clean shaven Tomas has Longbow on his back, well cared for studded leather armor and a nasty looking morningstar at his hip.
'Eat when it's offered, sleep when you get the chance!' Tomas thought of the old soldiers maxim when presented with free food. He quickly takes a loaf, cuts in in half and starts making a monster sandwich with cheese, meat, greens and relish.
He helps himself to a mug of strong tea to wash it down and settles into a chair to eat and wait contently.
Rau steps into the tent, ignoring the food and most of the people inside. The first due to having just eaten at the tavern; the second because most people surrounding meetings like this are not worth paying attention to. He still wears his road leathers, but he did take the time to knock most of the dust off of them before coming.
As he sits facing the tent's entrance, he takes a look around and makes mental notes of everyone present that is "important" enough to be given a seat at the table. Giving silent but brotherly nods to Tomas and Thorek, he studies Brother Keryn out of the corner of his eye.
That one I don't recognize, and he looks to be dressed up for the occasion. Did he spill blood with us to take this land, or is he just a hanger-on wanting to profit from the efforts of others? I'll have to keep an eye on him.
Azorius stands with the others. He is wearing full plate, he has a heavy wooden shield with a heraldry of a white tree on a blue field, attached to this is a shield sconce. He has a morningstar of fine craftsmanship made from cold iron at his hip. The breastplate of his armour is emblazoned with the symbol of Pharasma. A blue cloak adons his shoulders.
He was curious to say the least about the invitation by the general. Perhaps he needed a small group of specialists to deal with a problem.
Volkar strode to the tent, walking on his longspear, with his crossbow upon his back, and presented the invitation. Once shown in, he set the longspear on a weapons rack and looked about at the others gathered, offering a companionable nod to Rau, and another to Tomas, one of the scouts from the Crusade. Both were somewhat withdrawn and quiet, so he didn't push them to make small talk. He noted Azorius - the Pharasmin priest had patched him up a time or two, for which Volkar was grateful, and noticed as well the other human in well-tailored robes. I should look into something like that - after all, I am the head of House Neska now. Heading over to the refreshment table, he began making himself a plate of pastry, cheese, and fruit as he said to his former squadmate Thorek, "Well met, Thorek. Tell me, what do you think the purpose of this meeting General Gallispar has invited us to?"
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”Volkar, blessings of the ancestors be upon you.”
Thorek then, switching to common said:
”If I had to guess, we’re going to be bringing the fight to the undead. General Gallispar is a hero of the reclamation. If he’s summoned us here he’s got a plan to use us. A bloody honor it is, aye?”
Seeing that the newcomers are people he at least recognizes in passing, Rau becomes a little more at ease. With a nod at Volkar, he greets Azorius a little warmer, with actual words. "Greetings, Priest."
If a cleric of Pharasma is involved in whatever this is, that's better than just politicians and generals. Maybe it won't be as bad as I initially thought.
Christian walks up to the tent and stops a few feet from the flaps. His voice could be heard by everyone inside and it was not because he was being loud. He just was being friendly to the guards.
Good gentles...
He nods to them with a simple smile. He stops and looks closely at one of the guards..
Alen...Alen is that...well, well, well...it is good to see you again. I am sorry I did not recognize you with the barbute. Too used to seeing you in the fields dirty hands and all. Tell your mother that we thank her for the tapestry. It is of exceptional quality and very much appreciated. I wish I could talk more but I really do not want to be late for this meeting. Please excuse me and give your family hug for me.
The tent flap opens and a young man enters clean shaven and his clothing immaculate.
My lords...
He nods and smiles slightly at those around the room.
He hangs his red and gold Taldorian travel coat up and turns to the table were he scans the items laid about. The black shirt is tucked in and appears to be freshly pressed. The tiny Silver Dragons embroidered in the collar were bright and seem to shine in the light. No weapon was seen on his belt other than a simple knife for meals. He procures some refreshments and turns to make his way to the table.
As he sits...
Good Lords what a fine day we are having. I am to understand that each of you has received a message as well.
"Good day." Azorius responds with a nod to Rau in turn.
Seeing D'Elegante enter and ask the question he responds to this too. "That is most likely accurate. The General has matters to resolve before speaking with us in less than ten minutes. There are refreshments if you wish to avail of them."
Tomas nods to those he recognizes but is polite enough not to talk around the mouthful he's busily working on.
'Veterans?' He wonders to himself. 'Looks like some dangerous work is to be done.' He decides, feeling happier about what is to come.
"Indeed, my friend. I suppose that's why we're all here." Volkar eyes the other he didn't recognize, then takes his plate and goblet to the table for a seat. "Indeed, we have each been summoned by General Gallispar. I am Volkar Neska. Tell me, what is your name?"
Keryn looks over at the human man who just sat down. "Me? Ah, I am Brother Keryn, of the Sundered Blade Sect of the Church of Iomedae. An itinerant monk in service to the Inheritor." He gives a polite nod.
As Brother Keryn introduces himself, Rau studies him. A follower of The Inheritor? Now his appearance makes sense, they seem to put as much stock in personal grooming as they do their other tasks. At least he's a fighting man not a dandy, and Iomedae herself fought hard during the first war against the Whispering Tyrant before she ascended. He looks over at Christian. I still have to keep an eye on this other one though, I wonder what his game is.
As the others are introducing themselves, Rau finally opens his mouth and brusquely proclaims "Rau. I've fought with some of you, heard of others. Not sure why I'm invited to this table, though." and then goes back to quietly watching the rest of the group.
"Because the General has something that needs doing." Tomas said calmly, his meal now finished and his plate clean.
He took a good mouthful of the black tea. "Looking at who he's gathered and what we've been doing in the past it's pretty clear what that something will be."
He indicates himself and Rau. "People who know the area and how to survive there." Nodding at the others. "And a group that can handle any trouble when we find it."
"Which we will. No shortage of things needing finishing over there." He finishes.
"I am Azorius Var, priest of Pharasma. A variety of skills and abilities will be of use in whatever task the General has in mind." Azorius adds though he wishes they knew more about the task.
Booted footsteps announce the arrival of several individuals. The door swings open to reveal an older human male, clean shaven with cropped gray hair wearing plate armor the color of a stormy sky. The guards by the door straighten noticeably as the man walks past them. He looks around the room, nods, then continues to the table and takes a seat. From his bearing, it is clear this is General Manetus Gallispar.
Other soldiers follow him into the room, including Captain Dalliv. Gallispar holds out his hand and Captain Dalliv places a scroll in it. Dalliv remains near the General while the rest of the soldiers stand at ease behind him.
Moving the scroll to the table, the General rests his hands on it as he speaks in a baritone voice, "I appreciate your presence and prompt attention. I have little time, so I will be direct. We won the war, but lost too many battles. Lastwall saw too many of his children die in Ustalav, along side too many friends and allies. Lastwall needs respite, but the Orcs will seek to take advantage of our situation. They would not dare an assault while so many battle-hardened troops still linger in these lands. But as the Crusaders return home, our numbers will become perilously thin. Belkzen will be watching, and they will undoubtedly seek to take advantage."
"Unfortunately, the situation to our east is far too chaotic to remove all of our troops at present. Undead still roam the lands, and there are any number of additional dangers that inevitably turn up in the aftermath of war - scavengers, bandits, monsters. My men patrol for now, but at some point, I must call them home. That is where you come in."
"I want you to venture into the lands formerly known as Ustalav, and pacify them. Seek out agents of evil and chaos, and when you find them, destroy them. Find any signs of civilization that you can, and lend them aid and support. Give me a chance to get my soldiers out of there without worrying about what happens the day after they leave."
He taps the scroll, "This contains an order signed by Watcher-Lord Ulthun II naming you all as Special Envoys of Lastwall. This is a civil appointment, something like an ambassador. More to the point, your actions and decisions will be supported and formally recognized as legitimate. I must stress that these designations give you no military privileges, so you cannot issue orders, but most will at least give you a chance to be heard, especially since you will bear the seal of the Watcher-Lord."
Gallispar pauses, considering his words, "The Crusade took much out of us, and Lastwall has some hard years ahead. We can face down the Orcs, but our best chance of success rests with having peace along our Eastern border. I have selected this group, with your various talents, abilities, and skills, as the most qualified to lead that mission."
"While I do not have much time, I would welcome any questions you might have. Please speak freely and directly, and I shall answer the same."
DC 20: The General is not one of the Precentors Martial, but rumors say that he has more sway over the policies of Lastwall than anybody else in the land aside from Watcher-Lord Ulthun II.
DC 25: Gallispar is rumored to have turned down a promotion into the ranks of the Precentors Martial due to his dislike of politics. While he can be a hard man with a strict moral code who enforces discipline along very black-and-white lines, he is dedicated to the meritocracy of Lastwall, and insists on fair treatment for all.
At least this one has power, so I can probably trust that whatever he offers in this deal is true. It would be nice to clean up the old lands as long as I can act on my terms.
Rau stands, clears his throat and speaks up, making a longer speech than anyone present has ever seen him make. "Before those who are more politically inclined start asking you about all of the details, I just want to know exactly what this means for me. I appreciate you letting us speak freely and hope I am not abusing that privilege, but I don't know if you understood who I am when you invited me here.
As someone who was born and raised in what used to be called Ustalav, I have a fondness for those lands. I have no allegiance to Lastwall, but I also have none for the old Ustalav or any other country. After what happened with the Accusers I've sworn off any national ties and serve only Pharasma and those who fight her fight."
He continues looking the general directly in the eyes as he continues. "That served you and yours well during the crusade, as whenever I found troops fighting the undead I joined them, but I did it not for you or for Ulthun. I was never a formal member of the crusade, I was just a solo actor who wanted to rid the land of the scourge. If I am to join in this pacification, I want some sort of assurance that accepting this will not make me some sort of Lastwall vassal. I honestly look forward to this task, as it will help clean my Lady's lands, but carrying the seal and acting as an "ambassador" sounds like I might be accepting allegiances that I'm not ready to accept. I speak only for myself, and will join even if others in the group do swear allegiance, as long as I can be allowed my personal freedom and the ability to leave if the group's desires and my Lady's do not align."
"I mean you no disrespect, I just want to be sure that I understand what is being asked of me and that you understand my stance before we come to any kind of agreement."
After speaking his mind, Rau sits back down and waits to see if the general will understand him, kick him out of the meeting, or have him killed for disrespect.
Christian nods as the others introduce themselves. He listens to how each speaks and how they speak.
He nods in respect to the priest of Pharasma.
Father? Var...as always, a pleasure to be in the company of the faithful of The Lady of Graves...
Dealing with the dead...glad to have you here.
He responds to Rau Vanator with a neutral tone.
Gruff and of few words...Dirty, well traveled leathers, a loner. Trapper or a hunter of sorts. A man of the wilds?...he would not be here if did not have skills of some sort.
Rau, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
He gives the same respectful nod to Brother Keryn.
Brother Keryn...."I will learn the weight of my sword. Without my heart to guide it, it is worthless-my strength is not in my sword, but in my heart. If I lose my sword, I have lost a tool. If I betray my heart, I have died."...may the days ahead bring you much honor.
He starts to turn but realizing that he may want to finish what he was saying.
I had traveled with a paladin of Iomedae...Sir Devalin Two Tigers and he was fond of that phrase. I kind of took it to heart and it has help me out over the years.
interesting...never met a monk of Iomedae...curious.
Christian shows a bit more respect to Volkar Neska. He is polite and cordial.
Lord Neska, A pleasure as well. May your future bring your house much honor.
Never met one before...If the stories are true then I hope this one has fallen far away from the Neska tree.
Christian has had some dealings with Dwarves in the past and always it was just the essential. Do not sugar coat anything.
Master Thorek...
Always good to keep a sturdy dwarf beside you.
He turns to Tomas as he speaks to everyone in general.
I am Christian and you are....?
He looks at Tomas with a curiosity etched on this face.
Seeing and hearing the guards react to the arrival of the General.
Christian turns and stands with respect one should give to a person who has truly earned it. He waits for the higher ranker man to sit before he in turn sits down.
Well this will be quick...
Christian listens and waits to see how the others will react. He keeps his poker face up trying to hide his personal thoughts on what just happened.
Tomas nods back politely when Christian introduces himself. "Tomas the Foundling." he answers. "I served the Crusade as a scout and archer. Looks like I'll be doing it again."
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When the General speaks Tomas is silent, he listens intently when Rau asks his questions and waits with interest for the answer. "I would also ask where does the church of Pharasma stand on this enterprise?"
Volkar attentively listens to General Gallispar’s speech. This man turned down a promotion to the ranks of the Precentors Marshal because he dislikes politics, and yet he empowers us as political operatives. He is also nearly as powerful as Watcher-Lord Ulthun II, despite that. This doesn’t happen without the Watcher-Lord’s approval, but how much comes from him, and how much General Gallispar?
There was an opportunity here, no doubt. None of the Ustalavic nobility from before the Crusade were at the dinner...”Has there been any sign of Prince Aduard or any of the old Counts?”
Thorek listened, and held his tongue. Rau was opening a can of worms, and he had a feeling that the general wouldn’t want to be bombarded with questions all at once.
Once the others had asked, Thorek decided that it unanswered, he would ask the general:
* Are there known enclaves of survivors?
* Where would he recommend they begin the process? Are there any existing fortifications recommended?
* What right of conquest is offered?
Christian watches and listens. He keeps his emotions in check as the others ask questions that are not in his mind appropriate or essential.
He is amazed that he was able to keep his face straight when Rau spoke.
Did he really just give the Lone Wolfe speech to a General of Lastwall that just gave us an opportunity to help innocents and bring stability to the region. WOW!!! The maverick has balls, I only hope he will work with us instead of against us or worse for himself.
He has an easier time with his emotions when Volkar spoke.
The Neska is already trying to consolidate his "birth right"....Well it looks like he is just another branch on that tree. I really hope I am wrong though. This country can not handle another Neska tyrant.
He nods at Thorek as he remains quiet.
Like the stone that one....wise.
Tomas speaks his words...
Valid question...where will the religions fall into this...
He listens for a bit more but his mind starts to work and he berates himself for it.
That is enough...you do not know these folk and to judge them is wrong. They are here for a reason and I need to trust that reasoning.
After questions are answered Christian stands up and faces the General.
Sir, Thank you very much for the opportunity. It will do good to bring some much needed hope and stability to the populace of Ustalav. The Gods know that they deserve it.
He pauses for a few second to let his words sink in to the others.
I wish to clarify a few things. I understand the rules of engagement as it pertains to those of evil pursuits. We are to pacify the lands and bring some form of normalcy to the region and eliminate the power vacuum that most likely will come forth when the soldiers of Lastwall return home. Nothing more than that. Should the need arise and we are force to escort some civilian population out of Ustalav to a safer location, do we have an area where we could bring such temporary refugees? What are the logistics on supplies? Do we have any up to date information on the lands that we are entering. Hostile activities, know enemy targets or fortification, friendlies, any bastions of civilization in the area?
He takes a slight breath...
The civil appointment does not give us command of military assets, will they in turn have command over us. Are we to follow a given order from an officer that we feel will be counter productive to our civil appointment and the progress of pacifying the lands.
General Gallispar regards Rau and waits until he is seated again before responding. "I know exactly who you are, and exactly what you contributed to the Crusade. Further, I give you my word that neither I nor the Watcher-Lord has any intention of making you a vassal of Lastwall. In point of fact, we are rather hoping for the opposite."
"As of now, Lastwall effectively controls most of the lands to the east. We have supplies and soldiers, and our enemies are scattered and broken. But we have no intention of remaining there indefinitely, nor to we intend to expand our borders. Our hope is that once you and your companions have proven capable of pacifying the region, you will be convinced to stay on to help build a new realm, leading it and its people into a better and brighter future."
"It should go without saying that we desire a peaceful existence with whatever realm emerges from the corpse of Ustalav, but we do not intend to ask or force its subservience or obedience."
Gallispar turns to Tomas, "There is no more Church of Pharasma in former Ustalav. All of the leaders were killed, and most of their holy places were destroyed or defiled. I know leaders in other parts of the region support our mission to destroy the undead, but I have not inquired about their opinions regarding your mission."
Hearing Volkar's question, Gallispar shakes his head, "Most of the nobles were killed along with their families."
Turning to Thorek, he says, "Most of the larger towns still have a few people living in them, and there are small villages near the Towers we erected - Justice and Honor - both on the main road leading from Grayce and heading northeast. I will see you are given a map. As for where to start, the soldiers at Tower Justice should have a good summary of the region."
"I'm not sure I understand your question about right of conquest - there is nothing to conquer. If, however, you are asking what you will get in return for pacifying the lands, then as I mentioned to Rau, you will have our support in declaring yourselves as the leaders of a new country."
Looking at Christian, the General replies, "Grayce was our main staging point, so it's defenses are strong enough for all but the most powerful of magic-users or demons. But we are already overflowing with refugees. Much better to find a location in your journey, and use that as a refuge."
"And no, the military has no ability to give you orders. Generally speaking, you may find that the military gives you plenty of leeway in your efforts."
Rau smiles. "General, thank you again for letting me speak freely. As this is an opportunity to free my old lands from the undead scourge as well as murderers, necromancers, and others who go against the Lady of the Graves, I am in." He looks around at the rest of the group "It may have seemed disrespectful asking what I did, but I wanted to get the hard question out of the way before we continued. I look forward to working with whoever here decides to take this offer as well."
To Tomas "We will bring the church back to the lands." and to Volkar "The Prince is dead. I was with him as a Royal Accuser and saw it with my own eyes. Most of my order fell as well."
Thorek nodded. ”Aye, ye have my axe.” He stated this with simple finality. It was all that he felt needed to be said.
"Rau, these are grim times and this is not Taldor. Given the place and circumstances few would chastise you for speaking plainly of your concerns."
"There are always survivors every class. House Var are Ustalavic nobility and I received my training as a Priest in Pharasma. There's not an inconceivable chance I'm technically the Prince or the head of the Church... or even both." Azorious gives a bitter smile "That would take far too long to decipher and of little import in any practical way. The harsh truths are plain to us."
"Let's not hold onto what was too tightly in this endeavour. A new country would be wiser, the Prince's position was always tenous with much power in the hands of the Counts. Ustalav was never out of the Shadow of the Whispering Tyrant. It would be prudent in my estimation that once immediate threats have been dealt with that any new government try a different approach. Put simply to progress we must all accept Ustalav that was failed and died, something new must take it's place so the prevent people suffering and the land festering under malign influence."
"I am Azorious of House Var. I have spent my life hunting undead. I hear the call to return home, to cleanse and rebuild anew." His smile becomes a little warmer. "Pharasma is best known as the Goddess of Death but the Mother of Souls has many mysteries, she is also the Goddess of Birth and Rebirth."
Keryn finally speaks up, after listening to everyone. "This seems like a task the Inheritor would approve of. So long as it remains such, I am glad to take part."
Well said, well said indeed.
Standing again, Christian addresses the General.
Sir, you are putting a lot of trust in our abilities and I thank you for that trust. I think all of us here may need some time to put our affairs in order and for us all to understand one another.
He looks at the others around him and then back to the General.
Sir, I do not speak for everyone here but I think we could all be ready by tomorrow morning...By your leave.
Christian turns to leave the tent he politely talks to his new companions.
If anyone wishes to discuss this further, I will be at the Pen and Duck Tavern tonight for some drinks. If not...I will be ready to go come morning and will meet everyone by the gates say 7 bells...
Volkar nods in response to the General’s answer. ”A shame. If any of the Counts did survive, they would likely be helpful as a stabilizing figure for the people of Ustalav. We will have to find another way to bring them hope and stability. People tend to embrace known leaders in times of trouble.”
He nods to the others. ”I look forward to completing this task with you. Hopefully, we can bring peace and safety to those in what was once Ustalav.”
"I'm used to sleeping on the ground, but I'm going to take advantage of one last night in a bed. I'll see you at 7 bells."
Rau listens to the rest of the meeting without comment, skips the tavern, gets a good nights sleep, and heads to the gate to meet the group in the morning.
Tomas stands up when the talk is done. He looks over the others. "It'll be a time before we can stock up on things. Be a good idea to get what you need now. I'm going to have a nice, hot bath while I can."
Nodding politely he heads out after Rau, looking for a good bathhouse.
Keryn offers a polite nod to those gathered, and makes his way out, stopping to collect his kama from the guard. He spends the evening in restful contemplation of the coming task, then sleeps.
In the morning, he spends time in prayer to Iomedae, then dresses in sturdy traveling clothes. He breaks fast with some fruit and water, then makes his way to the gates, arriving just before seven bells.
Thorek nodded, got up, and left. He’d said all that he needed to say. He spent the rest of the day finishing his obligations. He’d be leaving on the morrow, and it would be improper to leave promised work unfinished.
Enjoying his time at the tavern, Christian wonders what the future will hold for him and his people. He was given an opportunity and planed to make the best of it. He was a little surprised that they others would willingly place their lives in people they did not or barley knew. He was able to figure out somethings about them but would rather have a talk to confirm his suspicions.
He looked over at his guest...She was beautiful in more ways than just her appearance. She was more than capable of taking care of herself and as of right now the unit.
I will be leaving in the morning for the wilds that was Ustalav. I want you break camp and then turn over the encampment to Lastwall.
She responded with a nod...
Are you sure this is wise, we do not have the assets to sustain such numbers for long. Is it necessary for an order like this?
She holds up a rolled parchment and looks at him in the eyes.
Christian looks amused for a moment but the serious nature of this meeting hits home.
We can not change our past and holding onto that past will kill us just as assuredly as any blade. It is a gamble, that is true but when it works out...we will be able to make our own future. Now Captain, you have my trust and have earned it.
The XO utters a quick word of arcane power and the scroll ignites into flames. The woman drops the scroll onto a plate and watches as it is completely consumed. She produces a small vial of clear fluid and pours it onto the small pile of ashes. In mere seconds she has a plate of grey black liquid that she soaks up with a bit of bread.
I have already made the arrangements and we will be leaving come morning. I wish I was going with you...keep your head down out there.
She stands and walks out of the tavern with the piece of bread. As she walks out the door she tosses the bread to a stray dog that is by the front door. Sniffing at first but soon enough the piece of bread is devoured. Seeing that the task is done she moves off to the encampment.
Sitting back in his chair Christian watches the people laughing and wonders if he will be able to bring such laughter to the people of Ustalav.
Rau awakens before dawn after a good night's rest. He carefully packs all of his gear making sure that anything he needs is readily accessible, inspects his bow, and heads out. Finding a tree stump near the gate he sits quietly, waiting for the rest of the group while enjoying the sunrise and watching what few people are about at this hour.
This should be interesting. Everyone said the right things last night, but we'll see if their intentions match their words. In any case it will be nice to get away from this and back into the quiet of the wild. Town life doesn't feel right when there are still Pharasma's enemies wandering the old land.
The meeting adjourned, Volkar spends the rest of the day ensuring he has the necessary equipment for a campaign. He expects that they will need to be prepared to rough it quite a bit. As he does so, he thinks on where best to establish a safe place for refugees. Perhaps we should ensure that Caliphas is safe, first. That puts us on the shores of Lake Encarthan, which will reopen trade and will allow us to bring in more food for the refugees. Vauntil holds similar benefits to the north - both are worthy of consideration.
His equipment seen to, Volkar headed for a bath and then his bed for the night. He'd roughed it plenty of times on the road, but there was something to be said for sleeping on a mattress with clean sheets after a nice, hot bath.
The next morning, he awoke with the dawn and did a final check of his equipment, then ate quick breakfast - not too heavy, but one that would give him energy for the morning - then headed to the gate to meet the others before time. Seeing Rau already there, he waved and said, "Good morning," otherwise leaving the other to his thoughts.
I might as well get to know these people better if we're to be traveling together.
Rau nods at Volkar, "Morning", rips off a piece of the bread that he is eating and offers it while gesturing to a nearby stump if the other wishes to sit.
Volkar accepts the piece of bread, then offers Rau a hard-boiled egg in exchange, taking a seat on the stump. A very quiet type - I'll try to get to know him better.
Sitting there, eating bread, he takes a sip of water and asks, "How long have you been with the church of Pharasma?"