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Old 03-30-2008, 09:11 AM
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Ch 2: Don't let your sons grow up to be... Soldiers?

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As the morning progresses into early afternoon, the humidity that gave the air a cooler feeling in the dark hours before dawn now caused the heat to cling to your bodies. Your clothing took the feel of layers of seaweed, and those of you with heavier armor felt its weight burdening you down... your scabbards dug into your hips and began rubbing sensitive parts of your body raw. Some of you made mental notes of what needed to be padded... what needed to be repaired and what needed to be replaced. If the last two days were any indication of what your life would be like in the military it was not shaping up to be an easy life.

After stopping for a short lunch Sgt Borne informs you that you will be in sight of Blacklake within a few hours. You had spent a steady 3 hours distancing yourselves from the swamps this morning, and even though you had left them behind the effects could still be felt in the precipitous air around you. The gnarly and overall useless trees around you had disappeared... giving way to open ground. It was different from what you were used to... but still no more hospitable. there were varying grades of hills, and much of the land was pockmarked by rocks and boulders... the ground was hard... volcanic rock lay beneath the surface and though fertile ground was said to be underneath it was difficult to get to. In recent years Lord Blacklake had begun projects to attempt to clear some of this land for farming, but the efforts had been less than steller. The fertile farmlands lay to the west, and more to the south, Blacklake was positioned in the least hospitable part of the island.

The afternoon sun bears down on you... each of you breaking off into small conversations, and eventually silence settles in. Most too winded or tired to talk much. And then it happens! the broken ground begins to smooth out. The mixed hills becoming less frequent and slowly merging into one incline. As the hills merge, the tree cover that you had been missing for several hours returns as well! These trees were fortunate in more ways then one. They were some hybrid of the palm trees seen on the coasts around the island. Tall skinny trees, most no bigger around than a mans leg they were able to bend with the wind and avoid being torn from the ground during the monsoons.

These trees were fortunate in that they made for lousy wood. The good trees having lost the battle of survival long ago to the expanding city they fed. Still, these trees provided shade... and while shade inevitably meant insects, it also meant a respite from the heat!

Mikhail and Sgt Borne spend the day in idle conversation. The former asking all manner of questions of the Sgt. Questions about the distant past as well as the recent past. At times it seems like he has an agenda... though he never presses issues that Gareth is not willing to share. He seems very anxious to get to Blacklake, so anxious he doesn’t stop to bathe in any of the streams or rivers that run like webs towards Port Nemis. Soo anxious is he that he nearly pushes everyone through what meager lunch you were able to put together.

Through it all your 'prisoner' remains silent. When engaged he gives short answers, never rude... but distant nonetheless. Occasionally he can be seen looking up into the sky where only a solitary hark can be seen lazily circling the group on occasion. This seems to bring a slight smile to his lips, though it is gone nearly as quick as it appeared. His face is still bruised, his jaw line purple and his neck red and blue with the clear marking of two hands distinctly visible. Still, he accepts it all stoically and of all present he seems most suited to a life of traveling the road. Occasionally he bends down to pick up some berry, root and even tree bark once or twice. Some he eats... others he just chews silently.

And then almost without realizing it you are at the base of the hill that is Blacklake! The base of the fortress is nearly 200 feet above you with a path in front of you zigzagging back and forth to reach the top. Though you cannot see much of the city from here... the walls blocking much of the view, what you can see is the cascading waterfall that falls down over 175ft into a gigantic pool that feeds the tributaries that make up the swamps that you call home. The roar of the water is almost overwhelming and your mind is unable to fully fathom just how much water must be crashing down in any given minute.

The water, and the sheer height of the hill the city rests on gave it keen defensive advantages. There were very few avenues that afforded a direct assault, and the city had enough fresh water and supplies to withhold a very long siege... though it had been many years since any orc or lizard war party had been large enough to even attempt such a fool-hearty assault. Still, even from here you could see improvements being made to the fortifications above... though on what scope it was hard to tell...

Everyone spends time at the pool... even your new friend takes time to wash his body... and even makes a lame attempt at scrubbing his clothing. It is almost futile, all the water seems to do is stir up mud and send streams of filthy grime and twigs running down his arms and legs... Still, he is able to get much of it off of his face at least which adds to his appearance immensely. For the first time you see the makings of an actual man. Though his beard was scraggy and disgusting with mud you can see he is actually well kept. His hair cleans into a glossy black cut close to his head though still curly and his beard is well kept as well. Smiling he looks at your prisoner "Won't be long now eh?" If the message was heard he gave no indication and the group after a short rest continues on.

The march up the hill takes nearly forty five minutes! A long time for any attacking army waiting for reinforcements. During this time you pass many merchants leaving the city with carts nearly empty of goods. They are all heavily armed... many with hired guards. Though they had little goods on them now, they no doubt had bags of gold and gems to take home with them. Blacklake was fast becoming one of the premier places to offload goods on this island. It took a steady stream of grain from Luftan to keep its citizens fed, and weapons from Rockport to keep its armies fighting. Even the stone that was being used to upgrade its walls was reportedly shipped straight from Rockport stone by stone.

For those of you who have never left Port Nemis, you are in awe as you approach the cities walls. Though much of the wall was sharp wood with clay and mud mortar, many places were being replaced with solid hand-smoothed stone from Rockport. The first area to be upgraded was the cities gate. After turning a sharp corner the gate loomed only 50ft or so from where you stood. Each side of the path was flanked by steep cliffs that had been manually worked to a smooth finish providing little in the way of handhelds. The walls of the city edged up those cliffs and provided a protective position from which to flank any incoming troops... If your army attempted a frontal assault it would find itself hammered from both flanks as it attempted to breach the main gate... and the lack of strategic distance and cover would give your army little ability to use siege engines other than perhaps a covered ram.

The dirt floor ended almost immediately and was replaced by a stone floor matching the cities walls with the crest of Blacklake centered on the ground before the gate in huge black stones. This area provided a small courtyard that extended roughly 25yds deep and 50yds across. To the left is a small building that no doubt served as a guard house of some kind with offices for the watch officer and perhaps a small armory. To the right in a small indentation in the cliff face, were a few tents offering last minute provisions for departing travelers.

Though the sun was nearly below the horizon, the gate ahead was still open. Two tall wooden planked doors with bars of iron running both horizontally and vertically on their faces swung wide to give a small view of the city within. Their were guards everywhere the eye could see, many lighting torches that signaled the start fo the night watch. Each side of the gate had two towers the size of a house worked into the stone wall. There were small slits where archers could be seen gazing down into the courtyard, and soldiers walked the walls both on the cliffs above you, and on the walls ahead. No fewer than 8 guards manned the entrance itself (not counting those inspecting merchants goods).
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Remo walks into what may be his home away from home for the next couple years. He takes in all the sights and architecture of this Blacklake. While Remo has been to other places outside of the city limits of Port Nemis, he has never seen such a structure. Most of the architecture he saw was of an artistic nature attempting to bring beauty into the lives of its citizens. This was was built for function, and to intimidate as well. Remo couldn't help but feel dread as he approached, thinking what it would be like to be an invader trying to take this city. The structure was imposing. It was both evil and good, evil in that it was designed to kill invaders with little effort, good in that it was designed for killing in the protection of those behind the wall.

Remo couldn't help help but stare as he looked around taking it all in. He then shakes his head trying to shake his head of the wonder he saw. It wouldn't do any good looking like a country bumkin on his first day in his new home. Remo turns his attention and starts taking in the people, looking from left to right taking in the people. He looked like a hawk sizing up its prey. Other than that the boy turned man says nothing but follows the course his group is heading into the city, sizing up the people and noting the layout of the streets.
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Tarin followed the main body of the group in through the gate. His feet were killing him, the burst blisters on his heels and the balls of his feet raw and sore. He had done a lot of walking around the woods near Port Nemis, but never anywhere near this great amount of weight to add stress to his totrured feet. His shoulders ached with the strain of carrying the pack. He tried yet again to adjust his pack so it rode lower toward the center of his body, using his hips to balance the load and take some of the stress from his shoulders. He was tired, hungry, thirsty, sleepy, sore, and not completely aware of his surroundings...simply concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other was all his mind could handle for the time being.

As the streets became more crowded he was jostled out of his focused state, causing all the pain to come crashing down suddenly. "Hey...what d'you..." he begins, but then his attention is drawn to the crowd that seems to suddenly appear around him. Eyes roving, he takes in the sights of the walls, the people (much more than any he had ever seen), and other things he had heard about, but never seen. The vision makes him momentarialy forget his pain, his tortured body, his need for water, food, and rest. Until someone stepped on his sore feet, that is.

With a curse, Tarin hurries to catch up to the group, not wanting to lose them in the strange city. He keeps an eye out for any herbalist's booths, knowing that he would soon need to return to replenish his diminishing stocks. He would also ask questions of the local healers, trying to garner any information he could about the local plants and minerals, what worked and what didn't. He would need every bit of knowledge and skill he could muster if he and his friends were to survive this strange land with it's equally strange people.
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I've been here before, but never like this...

The prisoner looked discomforted with the idea of coming to Blacklake while Geoff looked truly disgusted. The pain in his leg never once matched the anguish at their decision.

If I had just killed him...just rolled over, aimed, and finished this damn thing last night...

Staring at the high walls of the fortress it was apparent that the time for such 'heroics' was passed. With genuine concern, Geoff did as much as he could to ease the prisoner's situation, providing assistance whenever it was needed or by spending more time distracting the fool that had hoped to outwit the obviously superior hunter.

There were still too many questions and too few answers. It was like a great puzzle had been laid out before them only to be swept off the table only moments later. Geoff never liked to be teased like that; in fact, he hated it. Secrets were his business and right now it seemed like the greatest secret of their lives was about to be taken away in chains; swept from the table without even a fight.

He looked around sadly, ...and Im the 'weakest' of my friends?

Even in the shadow of the damnable fort, Geoff's resolve was unbroken. As they began the march upwards, the scout took several opportunities to make eye contact with the prisoner; his intent clear even as they drew closer. If there were things worth fighting for in this world then this man was one; he reminded the lad too much of Shrra and Geoff wouldnt hesitate to kill for that girl.

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Rezah looked up at the city that loomed before him taking a vast chunk out of the sky. Thats a mighty impressive wall. He said stopping to admire the structure for only a moment. As they passed through the gate Rezah was amazed at all the people buzzing around. I've never seen so many people in one place in my life. Rezah's eye was caught by a man selling weapons I'll have to remember to stop by here when I pick up some spare change.

Man would Shrra love to see this place. Rezah thought smiling I'd never be able to keep track of her. She would see something pretty and be off before I knew what was going on. Rezah took a glance around making note of all the taverns and other 'important' buildings he might need later in his stay. Hey Sarge which tavern has the best price on Ale I think I might need one or two after that march! Rezah is obviously more impressed by the big city than some of the others. Wow sure makes back home look small huh guys?
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Holy sh!t Rezah...

It was all pretty painful, but Geoff was at least still hoping that they all were feeling some intrepidation...some hesitation. Nope, not Rez though; that kid could sleep through a wildfire he had started. The scout managed to slip closer to the prisoner as the crowd pressed in around them...

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Remo shakes his head. "Something tells me a Tavern isn't in our near future Rez." he calls back.

The young private turns and regards his Sergent. "Damn it.. Bourne is all quiet again, what the frell is wrong with the man... Hmmm.. He must have some bad memories of this place."

Remo then turns his head and regards Mikhail and the prisoner.
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Six years ago Gerard left his home chased away by death and tragedy and came to Port Nemis. He had nothing for him back in Greenvale, he had only his mother and his teacher, Mr. Taft. He never developed any friendships with his peers or the other children of the village. He lived in a haunted home and the children’s stories spread ill gossip of his mother’s witching habits, though she had none. Gerard suffered a miserable existence, but he was young, and he was ignorant to his own sadness, and his idle curiosities and hunger for knowledge had diverted his attentions from his distress.

That stormy night in March changed anything and before April was a few days old he had arrived in Port Nemis. Garret, and the other children were eager to welcome him into their midst, and with their kindness, and his love for Shrra he emerged from the tragedy as no one would expect. They had grown; Remo and Geoffrey made habit of leaving for great durations, and their childhood bonds had been strained by the recent days. Still Gerard reserved a great part of his heart to his companions, perhaps more than any of them would ever know.

Since Gerard’s arrival in Port Nemis, he had never left. He had several forays into the swamps we went alone often, but he welcomed any of his friends to accompany him. Still, through out this journey, Gerard had realized that with each step he took he came to be once more the furthest from home he had ever been. So now, imagine the terrible awe that filled Gerard’s heart as the dark ominous walls of Blacklake broke over the horizon.

Never before had Gerard seen anything so massive, the largest structure he had seen was Timothy’s tavern back home. A slight trepidation comes over Gerard; it is not the city he fears, but what it represents; power and corruption. “So, this is Blacklake?”

“I think I preferred Port Nemis…”
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Walking through the many carts and people crowded into the courtyard it is not evidently clear why all of these people are huddled around the gate but as you get closer everything becomes clear.

The Watch officer is yelling at people to move their carts back. "There will be no more entry tonight. Back your carts up. There is boarding for your horses behind the building there." There are many groans of protest as people begin yelling and arguing with the man. Finally having enough he blows a long slender whistle hanging on his neck. The sound is loud and shrill and the walls above you, where men had been slowly walking back and forth are suddenly quite attentive. Each soldier on the battlements stops and stares straight down.

Pointing to the lit torches on the tower walls behind him, "Those fires means there will be no more entry tonight. If you want to spend the night inside of Blacklake, I suggest you arrive before the night watch next time. There are no exceptions, now back these Gods damned carts up before we back them up for you."

This quiets the merchants and travelers for the most part. Though you can still hear many of them cursing and complaining amongst themselves. This was the penalty of dealing with such a fortress as Blacklake... security was a priority above all else. Still, there was most likely other more profitable reasons for the delay.

The Blacklake vendors along the walls to your right seem to change inventory nearly before your eyes. The last minute supplies and trinkets are quickly replaced by bottles of ale, mead, fresher food and even a special tent that attaches to the cliff wall in a half triangle. The tents were a necessity as the guards would not allow anyone to camp in the center of the courtyard.

Some of the merchants were familiar with this route... and they had brought tents of their own... but others were forced to part with profits they had yet to make... many vendors selling tents for nearly the price of a room in an inn inside. But what was there to do? With the rows upon rows of guards ont he battlements, and the greatest gate this island had ever seen... any arguments only put your cargo... even your very freedom into jeopardy... most merchants paid the price and planned then and there to gauge the hades out of their customers tomorrow...

Michael however would have non of it. Bourne having gone silent again well under halfway up the march didn't seem inclined to speak... let alone give orders. Michael didn't need them. Stepping close to the prisoner he whispers loudly into the mans ear, "Aint no chance ta run now... them weapons won't save yer hide now." Looking at the rest of you, "We damn well ain't sleepin out ere. Follow meh."

Strolling up to the guards he is addressed before he has a chance to speak. The head guard had just started to relax as the crowd began performing their requested duties, stabling animals and settling in for the night. He seemed protruded when he was forced to break his conversation with his comrade and address your group. Still his eyes light up with recognition even if it is not in a friendly way. "Mikhael, I should have guessed. I thought you skipped town weeks ago."

"Ye willnae be rid o' me that easy. There still some folks ere that think I have use. Busy night out ere. Me and these, poking a thumb back in your direction, don't have time ta be hangin around out here. I'm on a mission that be more'n a little urgent if ya know what uh mean."

The guard seems less than impressed, "No one gets in after dark Mikael, not even you. My orders come from up on high and were not about to go breaking the rules for these strangers or for you. You can buy a tent and get drunk out here just like everyone else. Wouldn't be the first, probably wont be the last either."

The guards around him seem to chuckle at this as Mikhaels face reddens and he glares at the guard dangerously. "Listen ye little henpecka, uh be werkin directly for the Commodore on this one. Commodore Lucsious sent me out and uhm ordered to be beck as soon as possible. Now ye don't want me tah tell him tammorah mornin that yere the one who made me, Gareth Bourne and his prisoner sleep on the stone outside while he was up all night waitin do ye? Just open the damn gate and let us in."

The two men stare hard at each other... if the speech had any effect is not readily visible... then the guards face eases slightly. "Snyder, Marque and Josephs escort these men to the headquarters building. Straight there, straight back. If they try anything, kill them."

Three men step forward drawing their blades in unison as the portcullis is slowly opened a few feet for you to duck under. This causes an uproar in the crowd as several men begin yelling and demanding entry themselves. The noise dies behind you as the shrill whistle and shouting cut through the sounds of protest. Mikhael looks back to glare evilly at the guard but before long he focuses forward. Your guards flank you on either side, and one behind you with Mikhael and Bourne leading the way.

Entering the town itself is less intimidating and inspiring as seeing the initial gate. Many of the buildings are straw thatch and weak wood. Much of the wood is very old having been cut fromt eh few good trees in this area long ago. The town has rows of organized streets laid out in a grid unlike anything you have ever seen. The buildings back home are roughly centered around the small town hall which doubles as the market, and the tavern... if there was any road to speak of it was the road leading out of town!

Still, just as the wooden wall around the city was being replaced, there was signs of upgrade here in blacklake. Every direction you look construction of some type was going on. buildings were being torn down and replaced with strong stone structures. Old wood was being replaced with wood brought in from the north... expensive wood that had to travel from the north shore all the way around the swamps by ship, or by land around the mountain and through luftan.

While the town was only beginning to upgrade its buildings, it was a process that represented a great deal of wealth and sacrifice. Everything Blacklake had was imported... from its food to its weapons. It required a never ending supply of treasure to survive let alone expand, and that treasure purchased with blood.

The one structure that was not in need of upgrade was the castle that served as the cities center. Placed high on a tiered hill ringed by many layers of walls was Castle Blacklake. A practical residence that offered a refuge for its soldiers who would no doubt fight to the death before surrendering the stronghold. There was a labyrinth of death traps leading to its gates within gates and those who managed to breach the walls would find a tough battle ahead.

It was a five story structure that was taller than anything you had seen in your life... from this angle it seemed to dwarf even the mountains in the background. From its battlements you could no doubt see far into the north, and you imagined an archer must be able to fire a bow all the way to Luftan!

Streaming around the right side of the castle was the mighty river that flowed over the cliff into the pool far below. The stream had cut deep into the ground and foundation and curved around the castle providing a natural moat on its right flank. The river had cut into the ground below and rather than being level with the floor, it was several yards down below. There were caves and crevices where the poor and destitute were allowed to camp, but they were never seen there or they were arrested. The river cut a swath through the center of town before plummeting to the pool outside of the walls.

The headquarters building was outside of the castle, however it had an unobstructed view. Before you reach the base of the castles first wall there is a bridge spanning the chasm the river runs through. Across the bridge is a small guard tower, and beyond that the military district. The barracks, HQ and all of the training facilities are in this portion of town and access in and out is strictly controlled. New recruits who want to flee must cross one of three bridges... two that lead the way you came, and one that leads to the eastern part of town and into the mountains. There was no escape once you were inside the district and many recruits had died trying.

With your military escort you have no trouble getting inside and you approach the HQ promptly. The building is three stories tall and hugs the lip of the crevice. It is one of he few buildings completely stone in all of Blacklake and it has a beautiful unobstructed view of the castle on its eastern side. This is the side where many balconies sat and the highest ranking officers kept their offices.

Everything happens soo quickly that before you know it you are sitting in the waiting room that leads into the Commodores office. The tension begins to grow. and the only sound for several minutes is a dull dripping of a large water clock along the far wall. The room is rather plain, but the furniture and artwork present are obviously impeccably well kept and extremely expensive. The artwork for the most part displays displays of both large and small scale battles... with many pieces glorifying extreme acts of brutality against lizards... orcs and even plainsman.

And then the door opens with a hollow thud. There is no sign of neglect or creaking hinges but the doors are soo heavy and soo massive... and therefore incredibly expensive, that there is a distinct change in air pressure in the room as they swing open. The stiffest and most professional soldier you have ever seen walks slowly out and turning to face you snaps to attention. He is a young soldier, and everything about him is pristine and well kept down to the very tip of his polished black boots. "The commodore will see you now." Taking a step back he waits for you to enter.

This room, much like the room outside is cold and sparsely furnished. There are no chairs for guests... no comfortable places to sit. Tapestries frame the floor to ceiling windows behind the beautiful desk before you. Each one woven in beautiful patterns accenting purples and reds that were very hard to produce. The window leads to the balcony that has the best view in all of blacklake, the castle itself is the only thing blocking the view of the mountains, and to a man of artistic persuasion it would be breathtaking. The room itself felt as big as the courtyard outside though that was obviously impossible. In strategic places around the room there are 6 guards not counting the man who led you in. He stands behind you with his back tot he door. Each of the guards has their swords drawn with their tips to the floor and their backs to the wall. If they see you they make no motion as they stare straight ahead. Each is in full battle armor... which only adds tot he reverberating sound the door makes as it closes behind you.

There are rows of bookcases with bindings labeled with dates covering the walls and each is adorned with several statues and trinkets of solid gold, silver and gilded wood in various shapes and designs. The man behind the desk in front of you does not fit the office. The ceilings had to be higher than 14 feet, yet he had a stature no greater than 5'5". He was clean, well groomed... but he was not a muscular military man. He seemed more fitted to a life as a tailor or wood carver than a Commodore. Yet there he sat his hands folded before him and as you can easily distinguish, trying to hide a smile on his face.

His clothing was not like the soldier outside. Rather than wear a full military uniform he wore a simple black shirt open around the neck, and black pants that were more comfortable than they looked. His left hand had a ring with a 2ct black onyx stone fashioned into a lions head on his middle finger. His hair was black stubble shaved close in a military recruit style. And while it might accent a tougher soldiers features it only made him look more sickly.

Looking over the group he seems only to focus on Bourne. When the doors slam closed behind you he stands up slowly a big grin breaking out across his face. "Brother Bourne!" He strides across the large room he embraces bourne heartily... the action making him seem even smaller than before. "My how we have missed you! Blacklake is not the same without the great Gareth Bourne." The man is probably no more than 10-15 years older than the lot of you... still younger than bourne by at least 10-20 years though. Still he was beginning to show signs of a hard life. Lines formed under his eyes and around his mouth... he showed signs of stress...

"My God where are my manners... you have brought friends. I am Commodore Luscious, to whom do I have the pleasure of meeting. No doubt Bourne here is traveling with fine warriors."
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Gerard moves through the city streets with a slight hesitation, he stays close to Garret, and a sense of a fear is about him. Despite his novice skill his hands seem near his blades, he maintains a casual appearance but he seems different. Gerard is not a city person, this becomes apparent in an instant. The very moment he ducked under the heavy portcullis, an ominous dread filled him. Gerard had never realized his affinity for nature until now. He had always preferred the outdoors, with free skies and surrounded by life than his home or the shop. Now though, when natural life absented itself from his sight.

He follows the soldiers staying close to his cousin who has since abandoned the crutch and could now easily manage a good walk. Garret had some trouble getting under the portcullis almost losing his balance as he maneuvered himself beneath it. Gerard had improved and while his arm was still in a sling for the sake of his wounded shoulder, and though he no longer felt he needed it but wore it at Tarin’s order. Garret in contrast to his cousin is in awe by the architecture of the city. The great wall and its massive gate garner his marvel, but still the castle seems to dwarf both. Garret is absorbed in the man made splendor, and hardly realizes the cruel intentions of these fortifications.

When the Commodore Lucius addresses them, Gerard his surrounding bringing him to unease he makes a quick reply, “Gerard Orem,” his voice is confident despite the turmoil within. Garret mimics his cousin, and replies “Garret Rose,” and though his voice is not as strong it carries a pleasant amiable note to it. Garret will be buried by his naivety.
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Rezah is amazed by how big Blacklake is. He hadn't spent is whole life in Port Nemis and he had seen a few cities but none of them compared to Blacklake. Outside it was a solid structure, stiff and strong, but on the inside it had life, the city moved and flowed as people busied themselves from place to place stopping to haggle with merchants before slipping into an inn to spend the night or drink away their worries. I could get used to this.. Through all of his amazement he never took his eyes off the guards he hadn't forgotten that they had been told to kill the group if any of them tried to escape, he knew his friends weren't dumb enough to try anything, that was his job, but tonight was not a time for horseplay these guards were well trained and the prisoner that had joined the group on the trail could run off at any moment.

While in the waiting room Rezah meanders around bored rubbing his light beard. hmm, I'm gonna need a shave soon this is gettin a little too thick Rezah mumbles to himself. Just as Rezah began to drop down and do some pushups to make the time pass the big doors opened and they were called into the commodore's room.

As Commodore Lucious hugs Sgt. Borne Rezah barely holds back a snicker, seeing the small man wrap his arms around the bear that was their commanding officer was a great site to see. My God where are my manners... you have brought friends. I am Commodore Luscious, to whom do I have the pleasure of meeting. No doubt Bourne here is traveling with fine warriors. Gerard and Garret both sound off in very much a military fashion. Rezah steps forward Rezah Tarmikos he spouts off quickly relaxing his voice but anything along the lines of hardhead, dipweed, knucklebrain, or anyother various nicknames I'm sure your generals will think up, will generally get my attention just as well.
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Remo shakes his head as he walks through the town. "Such a shame that these folk have to resort to thinking of just themselves. Perhaps it is a blessing I'm here to set an example on how a person should behave." The young recruit watches their surroundings as the procession makes its way through the town.

As they arrive at the Commodore office, Remo figits as the group waits. [i]"This man can cause these guys a living hell if they act out of line."[/b]

As the soldier opens the door, Remo takes a deep breath. "Hmmm... This guy seems OK, maybe this won't be so bad." The fresh recruit stands and follows the group enter the room.. It is then that the stench of these men hit him full force. Remo moves into position looking from one man to the next in a cool calculating gaze. He lets his gaze settle on the Commodore as he greets the sergeant. "This man is trouble, hopefully everyone stays under the radar..." Remo thinks as Rezah begins to speak. "Oh my gods Rez.. You didn't... you stupid son of a b!tch..."

Hoping to distract the Commodore, Remo takes a half a step forward. "Recruit Remo Bosser, Sir."
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Tarin flows along with the group through the city gates, and on to the castle itself. On the way, he kept glancing around at the seeming splendor around him, but couldn't help but feel sadness at the misuse of Obad-Hai's gifts. Here, wooden beams were allowed to rot, making the former tree's life and death a useless waste. There, plants withered under choking conditions, unwatered, forgotten, forlorn. In a such a short time, Tarin had already begun to miss his open skies and forests.

Watching the reactions of the others, Tarin noticed Gerard's reactions seemed to match his own. He made his way to the boy. Nudging the lad, he asks quietly as he could "Hey, you ok? You seem to be...out of sorts with our surroundings. I don't like the press of so many people, among other things." As they walked, Tarin and Gerard continued to talk, and they passed the time in the waiting chamber this way as well.

Upon entering the chamber, Tarin is met by a sight he didn't expect. It was almost like looking in a mirror...almost. The short stature, the slight frame, the short hair, all seemed to fit Tarin's own profile. But the similarity ended at physical appearances. While Tarin's face and eyes showed care and concern for others, this man's face showed only the opposite. The grin was plastered on with practiced ease, and his eyes didn't exactly invite one to converse the philosophies of the universe.

Upon hearing the request for introductions, and listening to the other's reactions, Tarin gives his reply in a voice firm, yet respectful, accompanied by a slight bow of the head. "Tarin Plower, Sir, although those who know me sometimes call me Herbgiver".
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As Lucius comes out from behind the desk, Borne noticably stiffens as the man gives him a hearty hug, the Sgt's arms staying at his side.

...Bloody cocky little f*cking bastard! If this little worm didn't have Him behind him I swear I would wring his neck with my bare hands...Well, if those guards weren't there either too I 'spose...

...Well, maybe I can't wring his neck, but I can give him a "hug"...


All of a sudden a big cheesy smile spread across the Sgt's face, looking decidedly uncomfortable on his hard, hairy features. Brother Lucius! Good to see you again! Suddenly those big broad arms and hands came up around Lucius returning the hug with bear-like fervor as the Sgt. lifted the man a foot off the ground, the tendons popping out on his hands as they squeezed tightly around the Commodore.

He maintained the strong bear-hug a few moments longer before he ungently set the Commodore back on the floor and gave him a "friendly" pat on the back. A rather hard "friendly pat.

So what have you been up to Lucius? Obviously your, uh, accomadations have grown since last we met. Gareth gestured around the room indicating the sheer vastness of the chamber.

...Boys may not know but I do, space is everything in a city, the bigger the room is the greater your power...That's why so much of this is empty, he is showing he can afford to waste space...

...Maybe I can just chop off a limb, will the guards notice if I just slice off his arm? No one would blame me for that would they? Damn, what in the Abyss have I gotten myself into?...
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As the Commodore gives Bourne a hug he is little prepared for the exuberant return! He is lifted more than a foot off of the ground and at first he doesn't resist but his face begins to get red and after a second or two he starts to push off of the big man to no avail. He was not getting down until Borne let him down... that much was obvious. It must have been obvious to the guards to because several of them shift and you can hear their weapons slide off of the floor... though they only lift their tips an inch or soo off of the ground the implication is clear. All six of the men had moved in such unison that it sounded as one clean scrape and though they made no other movements... their training was as complete as it was deadly. If they acted, it would be with unison and brutality.

Still they were not given that opportunity as Bourne uncerimoniously relased the man, whose face was now gleaming red and purple. He quickly composes himself, brushing his shirt and adjusting his belt as each of you introduces yourselves. Only two people do not introduce themselves, the Prisoner and Mikhael. The second for obvious reasons.

Luscious eyes Rezah with almost reflective amusement. He is a bit surprised to hear that you are all recruits and even more surprised at Rezahs introduction. He was in his mind, picturing the young boy being 'instructed' on the proper terms of address before Remo jumped over his thoughts and introduced himself.

These were not warriors at all thought Luscious. They were recruits... what the hell is Bourne doing bringing in recruits??? Was this some peace offering... was the man trying to act like nothing had ever happened? Just waltz back in here like he was on the payroll? Over Lusciouses dead body!!!

Smiling he looks at your prisoner, "And you, what is your name." You seem to notice the man for the first time. In the excitement and trepidation you had almost forgotten you had brought an armed prisoner into the presence of one of Blacklakes highest military officers. With dignity he responds, ironically this is the first time you would hear his name... none of you having thought to ask before... "I am Araos, of house Larianthalas" he seemed to be about to speak more but he was cut off by Mikhael clearing his throat.

"If I may sir. This is da man who dogged me through de swamps for four days, damn near killed meh three times mind ye. Him also stole the package I was carrying and did God's knows what with dat. Bourne there captured im and together wes brought him here. Him aint said much of nothin since."

Luscious, the bravado of an armed contingent of soldiers backing him up still loses a conceivable amount of the color in his face. He looks at the Aaros with new eyes and immediately goes to the weapons on the mans hips and the bow on his back. Unconsciously taking a step back the man almost falls over his desk. He seems about to rebuke Mikhael... most likely for talking about this in front of you new recruits... but any thought he had is interrupted by Aaros.

He stares hard at Mikhael as he gives his report, and then at Luscious. "I am no longer any mans prisoner. I have come here of my own accord to hold audience with Eliazer. You will take me to him and I will be on my way."

The guards shift uncomfortably at this turn of events, the man behind you shifting the most. Mikhael and his bravado are deflated as he begins to wonder if throwing in lots with your group was such a wise idea.

Luscious however quickly recovers. The slimy weasel doesn’t miss a beat! The mere mention of his benefactor gave him courage beyond words. When he talks his voice is faster than it should be, and though he tries to muster authority, it sounds forced and uncharacteristic. "I will decide just who the prisoners are around here, and I will decide just who is going to see who." He begins to slowly walk around his desk, never taking his eyes off of the man.

Sitting in his chair he gives a quick hand signal and the 6 guards along the wall quickly go into motion. In the blink of an eye they form a semi circle, three guards on each side of Luscious swords at the ready and shield held high. Each movement is done with a snap, and as they plant their feet in the ready position they give a slight Huah. The demonstration is impressive and Luscious feels quite safe.

"Mikhael you are Dismissed." The man seems both relieved and crushed... any part he could play in this conflict would increase his purse dramatically! "But... But Lusci... I mean Sir... I mean..."

But he doesn't have a chance to finish. The two doors behind you blast open, being pulled form the outside. They move with such force and power that they nearly slam into the walls smashing the benches you had just sat on.
Everyone immediately turns around as you felt the uncomfortable wave roll over you. Remo trying to turn is unable to maintain balance and falls to the floor on his hands and knees. (I will let him describe his actions more thoroughly). The man who had been guarding the door almost trips over his own feet as he quickly backs to the side to get out of the mans way. The feeling that hits you is extremely debilitating. Your heart flutters, your mind tells you to run... but your feet assure you that you are not going anywhere!!! You want to look away... you want to scream, but your head will not let you look away... it is almost as if your body is forcing you to stare... to understand fully that any cause against this man will only end in defeat. You want to give up... to confess that you burned the scroll to tell him about Shraa... to beg his forgiveness and ask him to kill you mercifully...

He seems oblivious... walking in the room slowly, dressed in brown robes much like those of a monk he is almost unremarkable. His brown hood is pulled low over his face and though you can see the place his eyes should be, only a small twinkle of two orbs can be seen through the shadow of his cowl. His nose is sharp and angular and his mouth near perfect... matching the perfect jawline that is all too familiar by now. Even the lower half of his face is oddly reminiscent of Shraa and Aaros. He walks slowly, methodically. He would not rush for you... for anything. Why should he! He could walk up to you and slit your throat with your own blade after pulling it slowly from your own scabbard... and you would likely not make a move to stop him! Looking into his face... he knew it.

He looks at each one of you in turn... as he does you are forced to close your own eyes... unable to stare directly into his. His voice defies his aura. It is sweet, melodic... seductive and soft... in a word, hypnotic. "Mikhael, Luscious you are dismissed, take your men with you. Douglas," Speaking to the man who had been guarding the door. "Take these recruits to their quarters and inform your superiors of their arrival." Then looking at Bourne the two men staring at each other... Bourne keeping his eyes open by pure force of will... "Oh brother Bourne, you do bring me such nice gifts. Surely you will be rewarded. You will sit on a bench outside and wait for my summons."

Every person in the room but Aaros had been given a very clear order. He commanded as one born into the role. Your mind wanted to obey him... yet like the others you were unable to overcome your immediate response as for long seconds no one moved an inch.

OOCThis is a life changing event. Though you have no way of knowing it at this time very few people ever hear this man speak. Luscious and his immediate guards… Lord Blacklake and occasionally a soldier such as Bourne. However the mere fact of speaking to him and being in his presence.. coupled with a few other events was enough to put Bourne into hiding for a very, very long time! Do not underplay this as I fully expect some of you to be waking up in a cold sweat at night having nightmares about this man… and some of you might not be able to sleep at all… having to wake up and constantly check the windows and door locks… I will repeat my first statement again. This is a LIFE CHANGING encounter. Especially for our good Paladin.
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