She does say to her party, however, that she's not sure why they don't have a plan apart from reading a mysterious letter to their bosses, supposedly about an investigation into the potential wrongdoing of one of them. She's often been more rebellious and whimsical than the average soldier but she's not used to this.
"The plan is to do what we were told" Slag would reply to Marrow with a gravely cough. "Once we have read the word of Tunon, we will begin our investigation." The warfoged would say as his hand slide to the scroll... holding it tightly in his hand.
"That's assuming, of course, the investigation is received diplomatically and accommodatingly," she says to Slag as they walk toward the tent. Looking back at the rest of the group, she says with a half-smile, "coming, boys?"
"Any violent response to our words would make their lives forfit." The warforged would say. "It would be an act against Tunon... and an act against the dragon king... They may not like what we have to say and may oppose us... but it would have to be done secretly and with cunning" The warforged would say tapping his metalic finger to his chin. "I would be more worried about assasins myself... but lucky fer you... I don't need to sleep so I can keep an eye out fer trouble. " Slag would say with a laugh as he makes his way towards the the people in charge of the fortress.
Tork proceeds to the tent as well. "There is no real fun if you do everything in secret. Assasins and a few who would oppose us will make the real fun of this operation. I would gladly put my welcome sign in the forehead of any willing assasin for fun's... Uhm Archon's sake" says Tork with a grin on his face. His 2 canines are visible from his huge grin, and you can easly notice that one of the canines if broken, and there are dried red marks on his teeth which you assume is blood. You've heard of the orcish crimson guards feasting on fallen humanoids to celebrate after each big victory.
Marrow the guard nods in understanding as you state this. "Very well Servant, I shall hold on to your captive til a member of your group as collected him from me. For Ulthan." And with this, he leaves you to collect the unconscious man.
The party enters Ashe's tent as the twin sounds of Ashe's booming voice and the much subtler but seem to carry a certain power behind them. They fail to notice your entrance as you pass the inner tent flaps, they continue back and forth. You see the immense, imposing figure of Graven Ashe before you if a dwarf grew to the size of a man this is what he would look like. His head bald but for a long flowing beard that spills over the dark purple of his full plate armor, the sigil of the disfavored on his shoulders, a two-handed maul is resting on the ground as an oversized cane, the top overflowing with a chilling blue aura. "That is the fourth avalanche in a week, the mountain path has been completely closed off. The rebels have no means of doing this but either way, the Second and Fourth Cohorts are trapped outside the Valley."
Your attention shifts to what you can only assume to be what was once called the man Nezarat, wrapped in scholarly robes of deep crimson like that of his guard, green mist gently rolls off his body before disappearing. Everywhere the green escapes from the man wheater his mouth as he speaks or the end of his robe as he stands there. His face hidden behind a helm of three faces, each displaying a face of joy, sorrow, and a contorted mix of the two. "Maybe your servants to the traitor Archon are responsible for this? You should have killed them all when we did the same to the Archon of Stone. But I am sure they offer some form of use to you." "You wish to speak of traitors? Why do my scouts every day see Crimson guard defecting by the 10s every day, maybe you cannot control your men anymore, or maybe you do not wish too." "Speaking of failures it was some balding half-wit who believed only a token garrison would be required. I daresay he underestimated our enemy." The insult sends Ashe into action as he takes a powerful step forward, slamming the butt of the maul into the ground. "My agents among the rebels should have warned us long in advance, wheater through incompetence or cahoots this has your stench all over it Nezarat." "Archons, the Servants of Tunon have arrived. We may wish to save this discussion for later." You see the Marshel of the Disfavored speak up getting the attention of the two they focus on the party. Graven Ashe speaking first. "Ah yes the Servants of Tunon, good for them to finally arrive, we can finish the process of cleaning up Nezarats mess."
Marrow looks at Slag, and his neck where the medallion rests, and the place Slag keeps the scroll, and shrugs with a polite half-bow to Ashe that manages to also be a shrug. Her smiling expression reads "well, we can't turn back now so buckle up, buttercup."
Slag would step forward and with one hand pull the talisman from the inside of his robe, allowing the metal symbol to show as it hangs from his neck. With his other hand he would pull up the scroll given to him by Tunon. Holding it at eye level, The warforged would quickly glance over the scroll before opening it. Looking at the men he would speak up as loud as he could manage. "This is the word of Tunon and of the dragon king...." And with that, Slag would rake his metal finger along the wax seal and open the scroll.
Slags voice quickly crescendos to even louder than that of Ashe as he reads the words from the page, a gold light spilling from the letters and encircling him in a golden light. "Due to the failure of the Archons of War and Secrets this Edict of Ulthan declares that unless the capital of the rebel forces, Ascension Hall, is held by Ulthan's forces at the last day of the month, all in the Valley of the Tiers shall perish for their disloyalty, incompetence, or failures. You have until this day, otherwise, all shall perish under the burning wing of Ulthan's glory for your failure. Let this be known by all those loyal to the Dragon King so that all may fulfill his duty." -The Word of Ulthan
Shaking his head as the golden light leaves him.. the warforged would mutter alloud in a raspy metallic voice... "We have 10 days..."
As Slag reads the scroll, Marrow's gaze has been bouncing between the Warforged, the two Archons, and the Marshel, looking to see how they react. As the meaning of the scroll comes to light, she recalibrates and relaxes a bit in the comfort of knowing this mission is fairly straightforward: "go take out the rebels or there will be consequences." She had assumed this was a more involved oversight and investigation mission, and as she looks behind her at the rest of the group, she understands better why Tunon selected them for the task.
Morinvarin will raise an eyebrow as the scroll is read looking less cheerful and more serious, "It seems the Dragon King's patience is at an end." He looks at the other Talons, "We are going to to be exceedingly busy for the next ten days."
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Ildaer nods after Slag finishes reading the edict. "Sounds simple enough," he says. "Get the job done or die. I've done more with less motivation." He nods at Morinvarin. "But yes, it seems as if we have quite a bit to do."
The Archons and their subordinates are caught off guard by the sudden shaking, Ashe holding himself upright by his staff. It is silent for a few moments before a cackling laugh breaks from Nezarat. "Oh... Hohoho... Looks like your stalling is at its end fellow Archon. I look forward to seeing you actually fighting like in the old days." Ashe finishes stabilizing himself as he looks across the room at Nezarat with a furrowed brow. He looks at the party. "Very well, the will of Ulthan is known. We must secure the crossing to the Queen's River, then siege the city of Ascension Hall with all due haste. Nezarat, my men will fight to secure the bridgehead, allowing the Crimson Guard to overwhelm the defenders of the village on the other side. I know what we must do, prepare your men Nezarat." "I don't take orders from anyone, but the troops shall be waiting on your signal." "Tell me, servants of Tunon, do you wish to die a meaningless death, or are you ready to fight once more alongside the Disfavored?"
Tork looks up at the archons, and says with a firm voice "I would say the same as my friends over here, yet i prefer action, not little chit-chatting. Are we gonna act or keep speaking about whom our loyalty stands for? The clock is ticking, chop chop!". Tork seems too eager to get started with all the siege and killing. "Its been a while i haven't been in a siege, since there was none to take over left. This is the chance of a lifetime"
She does say to her party, however, that she's not sure why they don't have a plan apart from reading a mysterious letter to their bosses, supposedly about an investigation into the potential wrongdoing of one of them. She's often been more rebellious and whimsical than the average soldier but she's not used to this.
"The plan is to do what we were told" Slag would reply to Marrow with a gravely cough. "Once we have read the word of Tunon, we will begin our investigation." The warfoged would say as his hand slide to the scroll... holding it tightly in his hand.
"That's assuming, of course, the investigation is received diplomatically and accommodatingly," she says to Slag as they walk toward the tent. Looking back at the rest of the group, she says with a half-smile, "coming, boys?"
"Any violent response to our words would make their lives forfit." The warforged would say. "It would be an act against Tunon... and an act against the dragon king... They may not like what we have to say and may oppose us... but it would have to be done secretly and with cunning" The warforged would say tapping his metalic finger to his chin. "I would be more worried about assasins myself... but lucky fer you... I don't need to sleep so I can keep an eye out fer trouble. " Slag would say with a laugh as he makes his way towards the the people in charge of the fortress.
Tork
lvl 4 | Half-Orc | Warrior
Tork proceeds to the tent as well. "There is no real fun if you do everything in secret. Assasins and a few who would oppose us will make the real fun of this operation. I would gladly put my welcome sign in the forehead of any willing assasin for fun's... Uhm Archon's sake" says Tork with a grin on his face. His 2 canines are visible from his huge grin, and you can easly notice that one of the canines if broken, and there are dried red marks on his teeth which you assume is blood. You've heard of the orcish crimson guards feasting on fallen humanoids to celebrate after each big victory.
Marrow the guard nods in understanding as you state this. "Very well Servant, I shall hold on to your captive til a member of your group as collected him from me. For Ulthan." And with this, he leaves you to collect the unconscious man.
The party enters Ashe's tent as the twin sounds of Ashe's booming voice and the much subtler but seem to carry a certain power behind them. They fail to notice your entrance as you pass the inner tent flaps, they continue back and forth. You see the immense, imposing figure of Graven Ashe before you if a dwarf grew to the size of a man this is what he would look like. His head bald but for a long flowing beard that spills over the dark purple of his full plate armor, the sigil of the disfavored on his shoulders, a two-handed maul is resting on the ground as an oversized cane, the top overflowing with a chilling blue aura. "That is the fourth avalanche in a week, the mountain path has been completely closed off. The rebels have no means of doing this but either way, the Second and Fourth Cohorts are trapped outside the Valley."
Your attention shifts to what you can only assume to be what was once called the man Nezarat, wrapped in scholarly robes of deep crimson like that of his guard, green mist gently rolls off his body before disappearing. Everywhere the green escapes from the man wheater his mouth as he speaks or the end of his robe as he stands there. His face hidden behind a helm of three faces, each displaying a face of joy, sorrow, and a contorted mix of the two. "Maybe your servants to the traitor Archon are responsible for this? You should have killed them all when we did the same to the Archon of Stone. But I am sure they offer some form of use to you."
"You wish to speak of traitors? Why do my scouts every day see Crimson guard defecting by the 10s every day, maybe you cannot control your men anymore, or maybe you do not wish too."
"Speaking of failures it was some balding half-wit who believed only a token garrison would be required. I daresay he underestimated our enemy."
The insult sends Ashe into action as he takes a powerful step forward, slamming the butt of the maul into the ground. "My agents among the rebels should have warned us long in advance, wheater through incompetence or cahoots this has your stench all over it Nezarat."
"Archons, the Servants of Tunon have arrived. We may wish to save this discussion for later." You see the Marshel of the Disfavored speak up getting the attention of the two they focus on the party. Graven Ashe speaking first. "Ah yes the Servants of Tunon, good for them to finally arrive, we can finish the process of cleaning up Nezarats mess."
Marrow looks at Slag, and his neck where the medallion rests, and the place Slag keeps the scroll, and shrugs with a polite half-bow to Ashe that manages to also be a shrug. Her smiling expression reads "well, we can't turn back now so buckle up, buttercup."
Slag would step forward and with one hand pull the talisman from the inside of his robe, allowing the metal symbol to show as it hangs from his neck. With his other hand he would pull up the scroll given to him by Tunon. Holding it at eye level, The warforged would quickly glance over the scroll before opening it. Looking at the men he would speak up as loud as he could manage. "This is the word of Tunon and of the dragon king...." And with that, Slag would rake his metal finger along the wax seal and open the scroll.
Slags voice quickly crescendos to even louder than that of Ashe as he reads the words from the page, a gold light spilling from the letters and encircling him in a golden light.
"Due to the failure of the Archons of War and Secrets this Edict of Ulthan declares that unless the capital of the rebel forces, Ascension Hall, is held by Ulthan's forces at the last day of the month, all in the Valley of the Tiers shall perish for their disloyalty, incompetence, or failures. You have until this day, otherwise, all shall perish under the burning wing of Ulthan's glory for your failure. Let this be known by all those loyal to the Dragon King so that all may fulfill his duty."
-The Word of Ulthan
Shaking his head as the golden light leaves him.. the warforged would mutter alloud in a raspy metallic voice... "We have 10 days..."
As Slag reads the scroll, Marrow's gaze has been bouncing between the Warforged, the two Archons, and the Marshel, looking to see how they react. As the meaning of the scroll comes to light, she recalibrates and relaxes a bit in the comfort of knowing this mission is fairly straightforward: "go take out the rebels or there will be consequences." She had assumed this was a more involved oversight and investigation mission, and as she looks behind her at the rest of the group, she understands better why Tunon selected them for the task.
Morinvarin will raise an eyebrow as the scroll is read looking less cheerful and more serious, "It seems the Dragon King's patience is at an end." He looks at the other Talons, "We are going to to be exceedingly busy for the next ten days."
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Ildaer nods after Slag finishes reading the edict. "Sounds simple enough," he says. "Get the job done or die. I've done more with less motivation." He nods at Morinvarin. "But yes, it seems as if we have quite a bit to do."
The Archons and their subordinates are caught off guard by the sudden shaking, Ashe holding himself upright by his staff. It is silent for a few moments before a cackling laugh breaks from Nezarat.
"Oh... Hohoho... Looks like your stalling is at its end fellow Archon. I look forward to seeing you actually fighting like in the old days."
Ashe finishes stabilizing himself as he looks across the room at Nezarat with a furrowed brow. He looks at the party. "Very well, the will of Ulthan is known. We must secure the crossing to the Queen's River, then siege the city of Ascension Hall with all due haste. Nezarat, my men will fight to secure the bridgehead, allowing the Crimson Guard to overwhelm the defenders of the village on the other side. I know what we must do, prepare your men Nezarat."
"I don't take orders from anyone, but the troops shall be waiting on your signal."
"Tell me, servants of Tunon, do you wish to die a meaningless death, or are you ready to fight once more alongside the Disfavored?"
"No death is meaningless, all serve in favour of the Gorgal, and of the king. Boo shall fight. As always."
"Ser, I am the living nightmare of Ulthan's enemies as always."
"i plan to outlive everyone in this room" The warforged would say with a dark chuckle. "I serve the dragonking and will eliminate his enemies.
Ildaer nods to the Archons. "I am ready to serve the Dragon King's will as always."
Tork
lvl 4 | Half-Orc | Warrior
Tork looks up at the archons, and says with a firm voice "I would say the same as my friends over here, yet i prefer action, not little chit-chatting. Are we gonna act or keep speaking about whom our loyalty stands for? The clock is ticking, chop chop!". Tork seems too eager to get started with all the siege and killing. "Its been a while i haven't been in a siege, since there was none to take over left. This is the chance of a lifetime"
"Let's act! What can you tell us about the rebel defenses?"
(OOC: anyone still here?)
(I am, i was waiting for input from some of the others / DM beforenposting again.)