Patrol Leader Omast Frum's page

Omast looks at Rory and smiles at his young protege. Jagrik's patrol hasnt returned; but it only left this morning at dawn. At this point they are likely setting camp half way between here and the river. We have posted outriders a few hours away in several directions, the ones more likely for an advance. None of them have returned. so no.

Standing in For Jagrin Grath who is out on Patrol, I Omast Frum, Senior Member of The Trunau Militia, am present and ready to speak of the status of our military presence.

Omast nodded and simply said yes Councillor because from Sara's voice there was no discussion available.

He walked back to Katreza bed area and took up post watching over the sleeping Seer.

Omast takes the bottle from Rory in an unsteady hand, pulls the cork stopper off and downs it in one long gulp. Before lowering the bottle his face had contorted into a visage that everyone recognized as one that has drank something horrific. Something so foul they can't smile. He cocks his head to one side and closes his eyes briefly, shaking his head.

His eyes open wide then and he groans. And suddenly there's no red on his eyes and doesn't look to be drunk

shall we? he motions for the others to enter Clamor.

The group sees Omast look around . His crying stops. He dries his eyes and stands up, brushing help away, on unsteady feet. He brushes off his clothing adjusting his armor and weapons. Then he looks at the group and says, still slurring his words right. Ok let's get to Clamor. Rory sorry for being outta sorts.do me a favor. Go to Gorkis Meeson at this an that an being me one a his sober up drinks. Hell know what I need

Then he heads down the trail.

The sobs lessened to quiet tears as in his inebriated state he listens to the group lecture, cajole, or be sympathetic towards. The inconsistency does nothing to bring him out of his immense sadness. I lived him like a son *hiccup*. I failed him. *Sob* I should have known*sob*. ...he glances through eyes reddened from drinking and crying at Rydell...then Imara. others missing Brynia? Othden? What's do you know. Tell me!!!!

The sheet of water fell all over Omast and Phoenix. Omast drunkenly stammers and stutters but he stops sobbing. he stammers out Wha...huh...what was that. where. Huh? then he glances at Shel Soft. Im not soft woman! have ye no heart.

shocked by Rory's tone and words Omast was briefly taken aback and nearly fell over again. Then he growled and said very low You fergit who youre talkin to boy!. He put a hand on his sword hilt, and glowered drunkenly at the halfling as he was weaving as only a drunk can.

Im Captain Omast *hiccup* Frum of the Trunau Militia. An You Private Rory ...CORNELIUS...don be needin to say anthin to a superior...*hiccup* Officer no matter what authority you say you have. ...then he paused. Who gave you that authority again...and then once more he paused as your words sank in. and he looked at the ground and said Roderick. oh yeah. Roderick *sob*...boyo I shoulda been there to protect you. *sob* No. Roderick. I shoulda been there *sob* and he sank to the ground. his butt firmly planted on the dirt trail sobbing.

The older Militia Captain was well into his cups. As he stood unsteadily with Ovrils aid. He looked at the fortune teller through bloodshot eyes. The group had never seen him this way. He wasn't a known drinker. He stood swaying pushing Ovrils hands off when he tried to guide him toward Clamor. He slurred his words horribly as he responded

Sara? Why's she wante? No no
Agrit.tol me to scrub off the white swords. Sos to work I go. Councillor morninghaek can wait til councillor ...what's her last name again...agrinsdar...ish obeyed[

When the chicken got in front of him and then flew to his head Omast stumbled backward cussing and turned in a circle shaking his head. The rope got tangled around his feet and he fell backwards sliding a good 10 feet down the trail

Omast Frum, The Grizzled old Veteran of Orc Campaigns Had lived in Trunau most of his life after coming from Lastwall. He reigned up before the gates and turned to his men glancing at them all astride horses. He always viewed his men as he would his kids. He glanced down at Rory and nodded to the Halfling astride his wolf.

Ok Men good job on Patrol. We ride to the stables and then take care to settle your horses in first before heading to your barracks and cleaning up. Once your horses have been seen to, you are off duty until Morning of the 5th of Lamashan. Enjoy the festivities. The with a look at Rory, Obviously you dont have a horse to see to, so see you day after tomorrow at the Longhouse. Good Job!

He then turned and spurred his mount through the gate and around up the switchback to the gates going into the Inner Compound and out theother end to the main part of town. Waving at townsfolk as he went.