Game Thread (HoaL) The Barracks - Page 2

zevonian · #16 06-15-2010, 12:44 PM

SammThaa looks at all the gear strewn about the room. He scans for anything that would indicate that someone here is of rank higher than him. But then it occurs to him that a proper officer wouldn't be crammed in here, and wouldn't leave his gear in such a mess.

SammThaa walks over to a batch of untended gear, swoops it up with his one huge, free arm, and places it next to another mess of equipment. He then stands where what he picked up used to be. "No, it was not full."

Nasrith · #17 06-15-2010, 01:09 PM

In E13, the noise that SammThaa had made as he moved the equipment brought even more groans from both of the men resting there. The one that had previously been speaking grumbled, "Fine, make room. Don't expect us to help you when the others get back though."

With that, he rolled over, shoved his face into his pillow, and once again tried to go to sleep.

Colten laughed nervously. "Did I want to join another division? You think I want to be here at all? I'm getting out of Marali as soon as I can, my father be damned."

When Le'Dant began talking more about religion, Colten rested his chin in his hands and payed attention. When he finished, Colten responded, "Well, you know, it does sound like there's more to it than I thought. I'll give it some time. Say. why are you in the army?"

zevonian · #18 06-15-2010, 01:14 PM

He considers just picking the man out of bed and throwing him out, but this is likely his assigned room as well, and that would be improper. SammThaa faces the open doorway, looking for officers walking by. Barring anyone of importance coming into view, he waits for the arrival of the others.

Aedur · #19 06-16-2010, 10:19 AM

"Was but a choice I made at random. There are many paths to my goal, but this one I liked the most." He realizes of course the young man cannot comprehend the meaning within that sentence, but he cares not. "I admit, that at first I had no concern for anything but that goal, but I see that as a servant of Pelor... and of course Vaup, my duty demands that I help the people of our land."

"Why do you wonder, and why don't you want to be here?" He asks with a half-concerned reaction. "I don't want someone like him covering my back, that's for sure!" The idea of forcing someone to be a soldier seemed odd to him, because they never had any heart. "Is there something else that draws your attention? A position, and ideal, a person?" His emphasis on the last word clear, seeing if he had found someone else trying to gain the sound mind of a confused woman.

Nasrith · #20 06-16-2010, 10:55 AM

The wait was longer than you had probably expected, but eventually three considerably drunk men stumbled into E13. Two of the men made their way shakily to a bunk bed. One of them flopped down and was immediately asleep on the lower bed. The other attempted to climb his way to the top bunk. He was about as successful as any other drunk would have been at climbing a ladder, though. After his climb came to a room rattling end, he probably decided that the solid floor was comfier than an elevated bed anyway. The third and undisputedly largest man stumbles past you, paying no attention to you at all. He replaces the equipment that you previously shoved off one of the beds with his own massive body.

Colten looked at Le'Dant confusedly at first, but shook his head in understanding once the religious connotations were clarified. "Just curious," he answered to Le'Dant's first question. To the second, he replied, "No, not a person or a position. This place is just too confined. I need to be free, to travel. I could make a living doing that just fine. I'm quite good with the flute. Much better with one of those than with magic. Not like anyone cares about what kind of musician you are here, though."

With that, Colten flopped back onto the bed frustratedly, having finally admitted to someone else what he didn't like about the arrangement that was his life.

zevonian · #21 06-16-2010, 01:42 PM

SammThaa did not place any of his things in the room. Armor still worn, quivers still on his back, he stayed, spear in hand until others arrived. To no surprise, they were drunk. To some surprise, they ignored him.

These men should be more cooperative. They are unlike how allies should be. I do not wish to force any out simply to make space.
"Assigned room. E13." He rapped the blunt end of his spear on the floor twice.

oocSo, I take it no actual Officers walked by so this could get sorted out. As SammThaa knows of no precedent to simply find another room, he thinks he is meant to stay there. And, he isn't one to back down from drunk idiots.

Benoni · #22 06-16-2010, 02:02 PM

Entering Marali's fortress, Midge nodded to the soldiers on guard duty tonight. The sun had been down for hours, and he was getting tired; he wanted nothing more than a good night of sleep. Hopefully morning and his first assignment wouldn't come too soon.

As he approached the barracks inside the fortress, Midge kept an eye out for signs of trouble. Surely his activities had been noticed, and he was worried about how much attention he'd receive as he returned. He also hoped the rest of his squad was asleep by now.

Entering his quarters, Midge was dismayed to find it was not so.

"Le'Dant," he said in greeting. "May the light of Pelor grace your every step," Midge mumbled as he climbed to his bunk above that of his new friend.

Aedur · #23 06-17-2010, 04:15 PM

As Colten finishes his sad story about his life's deli-ma, Midge makes his entrance. "Hello Midge, welcome, home." Le'Dant replies with a friendly remark at their current dwelling. Then returns his attention back to his new friend. "So it's not that he won't be a soldier, but just doesn't want to be "trapped"." Like many things, Le'Dant relates the boys circumstances to the world of his god Pelor.

"He is like the rays of Pelor, yearning freedom from the source of his power, but, those rays too are powerful." Looking at the young man who is frustrated with his lot in life, Le'Dant tries to be sympathetic, after-all, son of the master of arcane is not a hard life he was sure, not to the likes of a fisherman's son. "You know, once you are graduate, they will send you out of the city, you'll have chances to explore, this time you spend here, is invaluable to the other assets you may acquire. So your life is music, but knowing how to defend yourself is no small matter." Standing he reaches over to pick up his spear, grasping it with both hands he holds it before Colten. "This spear is not the word of Pelor that I love, but there are those who would end my joy of spreading his light, and knowing how to defend myself makes my life easier, and better, for I can help those who are weaker than me."

Before returning to his bunk and placing his spear on the wall, facing in the proper direction, Le'Dant looks to see if any of his words had fallen on Midge's ears. He doubted it though.

Benoni · #24 06-17-2010, 05:09 PM

As Midge sat on his bunk removing his gear, he listened to Le'Dant's conversation with the other soldier. After his stressful evening, he really just wanted to sleep, and he'd kind of hoped that Pelor would have set with the sun. Or at least that Le'Dant's enthusiasm would have. It wasn't as though Midge himself hadn't uttered a quick prayer to that god this evening. And who knows, maybe that was the reason he still lived.

With his weapons and armor safely stowed away in his pack, Midge swung his feet over the bunk and addressed his companion.

"I'm all for helping the weak. I sure feel weak at times, myself," he said. "And in ways, I am glad to be in the army. I guess I just hope I have a chance to do some good, that I don't get any of my friends killed, and that I don't get killed myself." Midge laughed then, a short bark of amusement. "Of course, my father always says there are only two kinds of people in the world. People who are like hammers, who strike upon the world trying to leave their mark; and anvils, people who are struck upon. Many seek to be the former kind, but I've seen how many hammer's my father went through. He only ever had one anvil, though. Those kind of people, he always said, are the kind who can take a beating, and keep taking it. They're indomitable in their unquenchable persistence. And the funny thing is, the first kind of people can't do anything without the latter kind.

"So, Le'Dant, which kind of person are you? Or which do you hope to be?"

Aedur · #25 06-17-2010, 05:36 PM

"Your father is wise, but even then, the way of the world is not set in stone." Looking over towards his companion, all while laying on his back in his own bunk. "And I too hope never too allow my friends and comrades to die when I can change it." He says looking at Midge intently and hoping he knows the words to be true. "I don't know about being a hammer or anvil. I never look at it like that, but if I did, I would be both, because to be open to idea's and allow yourself to be changed for the better, you must bend old ways; and to up hold your beliefs, you must be willing to be struck, and to strike those who would stand in your way."

"How about you Midge, do you wish to be indomitable? I don't see you wanting to only ever take a beating for your beliefs, sometimes, it is better to strike back." His head turning to the recruit he asks something similar. "And you Colten, do you desire to be a hammer, or an anvil, or neither, I don't think your forced to be."

Benoni · #26 06-17-2010, 05:52 PM

"I've wanted to be a hammer my whole life. But I wonder..." Midge trailed off for a moment. "I wonder if that's what I'm really suited for. I've struck, and struck, and struck, and it doesn't seem that I do anything." Midge thought about some of the cons he'd been involved in pulling off. Some of the best had involved a double setup. On one side you press the target, and keep pressing until they feel they have no option left. And then on the other side, you offer them a way out. Only, that's when you close the trap and leave them wondering just what happened. The parallels to the current conversation were somewhat disturbing. "Maybe it's time I spent some time being an anvil," he concluded, laying back on his bunk.

"And you Colten..." he heard Le'Dant ask, his eyes closed.

Nasrith · #27 06-18-2010, 08:56 AM

While the rapping from SammThaa once again brought groans from the soldiers who weren't passed out, it also brought a visitor. The woman that had given you your room assignment peaked her head in. You could tell she was tired and probably still frustrated from having to figure out all the room assignments. "Is there a problem in here," she asked in a half commanding, half sleepy voice.

Colten had watched nervously as Midge entered the room, probably fearful that he would have to leave. He certainly didn't want to disturb anyone's sleep. Still, the way he watched Le'Dant speak, it appeared he found the conversation fascinating. "I… I don't know. I should probably go. Thank you," he called as he rushed out of the room.

Geewhizbatman · #28 06-18-2010, 10:34 AM

Annlee has regained her bouncy step as she walks beside Bart back to the room. She chuckles and looks up at him, "So, did ya learn everything you wanted? I think he made a pretty good case for Birek, I mean if you were a spineless deserter and all."

zevonian · #29 06-18-2010, 01:58 PM

Good, she is here. No need to get physical.

SammThaa motions towards the most vocal of the room's inhabitants. "That one says this room is full. This is the room you assigned. Should another one be checked for vacancy?"

As he looked exactly as he did when he met the Officer, she could tell that he was ready and willing to move without any trouble.

Barrowss · #30 06-18-2010, 05:35 PM

Bart has been thinking to himself since his talk with the man in the cell. Annlee's question snapped him back to reality. "Hmm? Yes, I learned quite a bit from the gentleman actually, and the case he made was decent enough I suppose.

He glances to Annlee. "Traitor is the word you should use, not deserter. A deserter abandons his military when they need him because he is coward, a traitor is one that switches sides. " He pauses for a moment. "And even then, your only a traitor to the one side. Keep that in mind.

Bart examines the labels on the door's to depict witch room he has been assigned, then enters and heads straight for the chest set out for his personals.