DM
Administrator
Posts: 833
Class: Knight
Gold: 610
Morality: Neutral
|
Post by DM on Jul 22, 2016 15:57:29 GMT -8
He unrolls the paper and looks at it. A painted black hand print is the only writing on the paper. He looks at the vial, and recognizes it as one of Francis Tracu's famed healing tonics, a very rare painkiller that helps the body recover from injuries faster. Marwin eats the paper to destroy the evidence, and drinks the tonic, hiding the vial in his clothes. As soon as it enters his throat, he feels a warm feeling in his chest and his stump starts to tingle. The smell of Merrick's corpse smells stronger than it did before, and he can see a bit better in the cell. It seems the tonic heightened his senses a bit. He feels calm enough to rest a bit more and so he does. He awakens an unknown amount of time later to the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. The door creaks open and two guards come in. "Time for yer execution Lord Hanne." the short one says, "Prince Redfort had a change o' heart."
|
|
Marwin Hanne
Citizen
Posts: 262
Class: Mayor
Gold: 500
Morality: Neutral
|
Post by Marwin Hanne on Jul 22, 2016 16:02:28 GMT -8
Marwin eats the paper to destroy the evidence, and drinks the tonic, hiding the vial in his clothes. As soon as it enters his throat, he feels a warm feeling in his chest and his stump starts to tingle. The smell of Merrick's corpse smells stronger than it did before, and he can see a bit better in the cell. It seems the tonic heightened his senses a bit. He feels calm enough to rest a bit more and so he does. He awakens an unknown amount of time later to the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. The door creaks open and two guards come in. "Time for yer execution Lord Hanne." the short one says, "Prince Redfort had a change o' heart." "Very well." Hanne stands up and dusts himself off. "How am I to be executed?"
|
|
DM
Administrator
Posts: 833
Class: Knight
Gold: 610
Morality: Neutral
|
Post by DM on Jul 22, 2016 16:09:15 GMT -8
As soon as it enters his throat, he feels a warm feeling in his chest and his stump starts to tingle. The smell of Merrick's corpse smells stronger than it did before, and he can see a bit better in the cell. It seems the tonic heightened his senses a bit. He feels calm enough to rest a bit more and so he does. He awakens an unknown amount of time later to the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. The door creaks open and two guards come in. "Time for yer execution Lord Hanne." the short one says, "Prince Redfort had a change o' heart." "Very well." Hanne stands up and dusts himself off. "How am I to be executed?" "Hanging." he says gravely. The guard behind him just stands, waiting. The short guard walks into the cell and throws a sack over Hanne's head. Hanne hears the cell door close lightly. As the guard begins to bind his hands, Hanne hears a grunt and he stops. After a few seconds of struggle, the room falls silent. Hanne stands still unsure of what to do, when the sack is ripped from his head. The guard from earlier stands in front of him He removes his helm, revealing a bald head, clean shaven beard and black hand face paint. "Sir." he says, "My name is Tigs, Thorin sent me." the young black hand puts his helm back on, "We're getting you out of here. I'm going to put the sack back on your head and bind you and we're going to walk right out of here. Do you understand sir?"
|
|
Marwin Hanne
Citizen
Posts: 262
Class: Mayor
Gold: 500
Morality: Neutral
|
Post by Marwin Hanne on Jul 22, 2016 16:27:30 GMT -8
"Very well." Hanne stands up and dusts himself off. "How am I to be executed?" "Hanging." he says gravely. The guard behind him just stands, waiting. The short guard walks into the cell and throws a sack over Hanne's head. Hanne hears the cell door close lightly. As the guard begins to bind his hands, Hanne hears a grunt and he stops. After a few seconds of struggle, the room falls silent. Hanne stands still unsure of what to do, when the sack is ripped from his head. The guard from earlier stands in front of him He removes his helm, revealing a bald head, clean shaven beard and black hand face paint. "Sir." he says, "My name is Tigs, Thorin sent me." the young black hand puts his helm back on, "We're getting you out of here. I'm going to put the sack back on your head and bind you and we're going to walk right out of here. Do you understand sir?" Hanne nods and bows his head.
|
|
DM
Administrator
Posts: 833
Class: Knight
Gold: 610
Morality: Neutral
|
Post by DM on Jul 22, 2016 21:53:07 GMT -8
"Hanging." he says gravely. The guard behind him just stands, waiting. The short guard walks into the cell and throws a sack over Hanne's head. Hanne hears the cell door close lightly. As the guard begins to bind his hands, Hanne hears a grunt and he stops. After a few seconds of struggle, the room falls silent. Hanne stands still unsure of what to do, when the sack is ripped from his head. The guard from earlier stands in front of him He removes his helm, revealing a bald head, clean shaven beard and black hand face paint. "Sir." he says, "My name is Tigs, Thorin sent me." the young black hand puts his helm back on, "We're getting you out of here. I'm going to put the sack back on your head and bind you and we're going to walk right out of here. Do you understand sir?" Hanne nods and bows his head. Hanne looks down and sees the short guard, his eyes popping out of his head and his face blue from asphyxiation. Tigs puts the sack back on him and binds his hands. He leads him out of the cell, and a blast of cold air hits him. He leads him down a seemingly endless hall and hears a voice mutter, "Poor sod. Redfort likes to watch them squirm." he hears the sound of a heavy door creak open, and he feels the night air on his body. He can hear the shouts of people cheering and celebrating. The hood is pulled from his head. He looks around and sees the celebrations are coming from a huge bonfire, made from the tents and wood from the camp, about 150 feet ahead. Above the bonfire is a post with a rope connected to it, on the bottom of the rope is a Mercian soldier, being strangled to death and cooked in his armor. Pulling the rope to choke him, Marwin can make out Mathias Redfort, surrounded by a mob of celebrating citizens and soldiers. After a few seconds of thrashing the soldier stops moving and the crowd cheers louder. "Sir we need to get to the docks, there's a boat waiting for you, are you ready to go?"
|
|
Marwin Hanne
Citizen
Posts: 262
Class: Mayor
Gold: 500
Morality: Neutral
|
Post by Marwin Hanne on Jul 22, 2016 21:57:46 GMT -8
Hanne nods and bows his head. Hanne looks down and sees the short guard, his eyes popping out of his head and his face blue from asphyxiation. Tigs puts the sack back on him and binds his hands. He leads him out of the cell, and a blast of cold air hits him. He leads him down a seemingly endless hall and hears a voice mutter, "Poor sod. Redfort likes to watch them squirm." he hears the sound of a heavy door creak open, and he feels the night air on his body. He can hear the shouts of people cheering and celebrating. The hood is pulled from his head. He looks around and sees the celebrations are coming from a huge bonfire, made from the tents and wood from the camp, about 150 feet ahead. Above the bonfire is a post with a rope connected to it, on the bottom of the rope is a Mercian soldier, being strangled to death and cooked in his armor. Pulling the rope to choke him, Marwin can make out Mathias Redfort, surrounded by a mob of celebrating citizens and soldiers. After a few seconds of thrashing the soldier stops moving and the crowd cheers louder. "Sir we need to get to the docks, there's a boat waiting for you, are you ready to go?" "Very ready. Lead the way."
|
|
DM
Administrator
Posts: 833
Class: Knight
Gold: 610
Morality: Neutral
|
Post by DM on Jul 23, 2016 13:15:51 GMT -8
Hanne looks down and sees the short guard, his eyes popping out of his head and his face blue from asphyxiation. Tigs puts the sack back on him and binds his hands. He leads him out of the cell, and a blast of cold air hits him. He leads him down a seemingly endless hall and hears a voice mutter, "Poor sod. Redfort likes to watch them squirm." he hears the sound of a heavy door creak open, and he feels the night air on his body. He can hear the shouts of people cheering and celebrating. The hood is pulled from his head. He looks around and sees the celebrations are coming from a huge bonfire, made from the tents and wood from the camp, about 150 feet ahead. Above the bonfire is a post with a rope connected to it, on the bottom of the rope is a Mercian soldier, being strangled to death and cooked in his armor. Pulling the rope to choke him, Marwin can make out Mathias Redfort, surrounded by a mob of celebrating citizens and soldiers. After a few seconds of thrashing the soldier stops moving and the crowd cheers louder. "Sir we need to get to the docks, there's a boat waiting for you, are you ready to go?" "Very ready. Lead the way." Tigs cuts the rope binding his hand and stump, and they take a back alley leading to the docks. The moonlight reflects off the water, illuminating the night. The docks are dead and empty of all people for the most part except for a silhouette standing at the end of a dock. "That should be Thorin." Tigs whispers, they make their way to him and sure enough, it is him. He stands waiting for them, "Sir." he says, "I'm glad you made it, I fear Lord Reyne and Commander Merrick weren't so lucky? As for the black hands...." he looks gravely, "Only 5 of us made it sir."
|
|
Marwin Hanne
Citizen
Posts: 262
Class: Mayor
Gold: 500
Morality: Neutral
|
Post by Marwin Hanne on Jul 23, 2016 13:34:38 GMT -8
"Very ready. Lead the way." Tigs cuts the rope binding his hand and stump, and they take a back alley leading to the docks. The moonlight reflects off the water, illuminating the night. The docks are dead and empty of all people for the most part except for a silhouette standing at the end of a dock. "That should be Thorin." Tigs whispers, they make their way to him and sure enough, it is him. He stands waiting for them, "Sir." he says, "I'm glad you made it, I fear Lord Reyne and Commander Merrick weren't so lucky? As for the black hands...." he looks gravely, "Only 5 of us made it sir." "Hmmm... Im afraid we were all tested by fire. You've all shown yourselfs to be the most elite group of soldiers I know to exist. How many of my men made it back?"
|
|
DM
Administrator
Posts: 833
Class: Knight
Gold: 610
Morality: Neutral
|
Post by DM on Jul 23, 2016 14:21:55 GMT -8
Tigs cuts the rope binding his hand and stump, and they take a back alley leading to the docks. The moonlight reflects off the water, illuminating the night. The docks are dead and empty of all people for the most part except for a silhouette standing at the end of a dock. "That should be Thorin." Tigs whispers, they make their way to him and sure enough, it is him. He stands waiting for them, "Sir." he says, "I'm glad you made it, I fear Lord Reyne and Commander Merrick weren't so lucky? As for the black hands...." he looks gravely, "Only 5 of us made it sir." "Hmmm... Im afraid we were all tested by fire. You've all shown yourselfs to be the most elite group of soldiers I know to exist. How many of my men made it back?" "As for your army sir, a good handful managed to flee and board Lord Sargen's ships." he points down below the dock to a small rowboat, "My lord, you and Tigs will be using this boat to sail to directly to Ironford, its small enough to avoid detection. I won't be coming with you, but I will see you in Ironford. This is the best opportunity we've had to gather intelligence on the future-tyrant." he salutes Marwin, "Godspeed sir."
|
|
Marwin Hanne
Citizen
Posts: 262
Class: Mayor
Gold: 500
Morality: Neutral
|
Post by Marwin Hanne on Jul 23, 2016 14:29:20 GMT -8
"Hmmm... Im afraid we were all tested by fire. You've all shown yourselfs to be the most elite group of soldiers I know to exist. How many of my men made it back?" "As for your army sir, a good handful managed to flee and board Lord Sargen's ships." he points down below the dock to a small rowboat, "My lord, you and Tigs will be using this boat to sail to directly to Ironford, its small enough to avoid detection. I won't be coming with you, but I will see you in Ironford. This is the best opportunity we've had to gather intelligence on the future-tyrant." he salutes Marwin, "Godspeed sir." "Godspeed." he says, soluting and entering the boat.
|
|
DM
Administrator
Posts: 833
Class: Knight
Gold: 610
Morality: Neutral
|
Post by DM on Jul 23, 2016 15:15:55 GMT -8
"As for your army sir, a good handful managed to flee and board Lord Sargen's ships." he points down below the dock to a small rowboat, "My lord, you and Tigs will be using this boat to sail to directly to Ironford, its small enough to avoid detection. I won't be coming with you, but I will see you in Ironford. This is the best opportunity we've had to gather intelligence on the future-tyrant." he salutes Marwin, "Godspeed sir." "Godspeed." he says, soluting and entering the boat. They get into the boat and Tigs says, "Rest m'lord, you're going to need it when we get to Ironford. We're going to see the king!" he says with a smile. They row out of the harbor and down the river, and they row for Ironford. [New Thread]
|
|