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Post by DM One on Jan 26, 2013 10:39:42 GMT -8
(OOC I am bored at work, and thus I shall step in to post)
Just under an hour had passed by the time Boris and Tanis had returned to the city and informed their superiors of the situation, and Sven's death. Outrage had been the initial response, roars and explanations of anger had filled the meeting room for the Knights of the Academy. Promises of retribution and spilled blood were made and oaths promising the deaths of Tristan and the odd elf. Immediately following the meeting two dozen of the Academies finest young Knights were amassed at the entrance to the city. All mounted, and heavily armed, wearing their finest armor. Backing the Knights were members of the city guard, split up into 5 groups of five, each with the bloodhounds needed to track Tristan's sent. Some of his belongings which had been confiscated during the initial hunt were brought to be used by the guards and their bloodhounds. The half elf would be found and so would his companion. News had already been spread throughout the city distributed by the highly respected paper, "Ira Today." Leading the hunt and in charge of all of this was Tanis, the well respected Lieutenant in the Academy. Nudging his horse to the front of the line of men gathered by the gates, all of whom were bristling in anticipation at being set loose. "Today, we face two violant criminals," he yelled out, his voice echoing out and dominating the area. " One of our companions, one of our brothers, Sven was cut down today by the evil and vile Tristan Aleona!" he continued, pausing for just a moment waiting for the cries of outrage from Guards and Knights alike to die down. "We will not stop until than half elf scum is brought to justice! We will find him, and bring him back in chains and he will hang for his crimes!" yelled Tanis, his normally calm demeanor completely replaced by sheer rage. "Let the dogs hunt the bastard down! Three Knights per group of Guards. If you see him attempt an arrest, if he resists do what needs to be done. Alright men lets move out!"
On cue the large oak doors swung open and the men poured out through the city entrance. The hunt was on.
(OOC so, be smart and be creative because I am going to do everything I can, within reason, to find you guys)
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Jan 31, 2013 13:39:25 GMT -8
Following Tristan quickly led to Brenden feeling very lost. Some sort of weird swamp was the only thing he could tell about where they were. It smelled very strongly and very weird. They had gone in deep enough that he thought he'd never smell anything normal again. Deciding to stop to complain Brenden sits on a rock and asks Tristan who he is.
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Post by Tristan Aleona on Jan 31, 2013 13:51:17 GMT -8
Tristan had not left Durmstaldt since he first came to the city years ago, and this swamp was definitely not something his family had passed through on the way to the city. It was becoming increasingly obvious that Tristan was better off in cities than in nature. Especially this swamp. The smell was worse than a tavern on payday, and the mud was absolutely destroying his dress. So much so that as his elf companion sits on a rock, Tristan reluctantly removes the dress and carefully folds it up before placing it in his pack.
He suddenly felt much more masculine and less caring about people, perhaps his dress was cursed. Or maybe he was crazy.
"My name is Tristan Aleona," says the thief in response to his companion, "you might say I specialize in procuring valuables from unwilling sellers at a very low cost. Who are you?" asks Tristan as he sits on an adjacent rock and pulls out some of his rations. Now was as good a time as any to eat, so it seemed.
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Jan 31, 2013 14:35:30 GMT -8
Eager to please his new found company Brenden quickly sees a few bugs he knows to be edible and eats them. He offers one to Tristan and speaking with his mouth full say "I'm brenden and you might say I make big messes all the time. Plus I mix liquids to make cool explosives. Who were those guys and why do they dislike you?"
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Post by Tristan Aleona on Jan 31, 2013 14:44:27 GMT -8
Tristan manages to hide his slight uneasiness as Brenden begins to sloppily eat bugs and politely declines his own with a wave of his hand before biting in to an apple he packed. Still, as messy as this elf seemed, his explosives could be useful. Perhaps he could also help Tristan to improve his own grenades.
"Don't mind them, just some city guards from my home town. I had a bit of an argument with a wizard there, things got heated, some people died as a result. It was entirely not my fault but those knights are certain that it was me. That corpse you tripped over was one of their buddies. They seem to think I have something to do with his death."
All of this brought un-enjoyable feelings to Tristan, so he uncorked one of his fire flasks and took a swig before offering some to Brenden. The fire flask left a nice burning sensation from his throat, down through his chest and in to his stomach, leaving the thief a bit more relaxed but he did not dare to take another sip. "Don't drop it. It explodes on impact. Much like yourself I enjoy mixing things for explosives, and smoke of course. So as one bomb maker of elven descent to another, what brings you to Durmstaldt?"
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Post by DM One on Feb 4, 2013 13:03:46 GMT -8
All around the country side surrounding Durmstaldt the sounds of horses, barking dogs and clanking metal filled the air. Each hunting party was made up of five guardsmen, three knights of the Academy and a pair of the finest hunting dogs in all of Durmstaldt.
Tanis and Boris lead the first group into the forest. Accompanied by a third Knight named Jeffery, an unimpressive knight incapable of thinking for himself and just all around a very bland man. But he had passed all of the tests with a mediocre score and could fight so he was a Knight, although not a very important one at all.
Tanis watched his group advance steadily, the dogs sniffing everything around in an attempt to pick up the Elf's trail. The Knights thoughts turned to his fallen friend Sven and the travels Sven, Boris and himself had shared. The goblins slaughtered, the Orc hunting parties they'd torn to shreds and the hundreds of other foul creatures the Trio had vanquished over there any years together. But these once happy memories were not tainted with rage and hatred for this murdering fowl mongrel they now hunted. "The hounds have caught his sent m'lord!" yelled one of the guards holding the dog’s leashes. Snapped from thought Tanis's mind came to the matter at hand.
"Can they track him?" the Knight asked, watching the hounds pull hard on their leash, all teeth and noise as they lunged and barked at the forest ahead.
"Yes M'Lord, they can," responded the guard. "Then turn them loose captain," said Tanis, his voice devoid of emotion.
At the Knights command the leashes were dropped and off the dogs shot into the forest. Spurring his horse into action the group followed. Jeff, Boris and himself leading the troupe their horses in full gallop, and the remaining guardsman following behind them. Within minutes the group was brought to the start of the swamp. The dogs snarling and barking as they jumped back and forth and the swamps edge, eager to continue the hunt and find their prey but not excited at the prospect of running through the fowl smelling swamp.
Reigning in his horse Boris looked out into the swamp, using his great height and position to attempt to spot the fleeing criminals.
"We'll have to continue on foot Tanis, the mud will be too thick for the horses and I cannot seem the pair from here," said Boris.
Nodding Tanis turned to one of the younger guardsmen he motioned the boy over as he himself dismounted.
"Lad I have a job for you. You are to remain here with our horses and wait for the other parties to join up with us," said Tanis looking down at the 15 year old boy.
"But Sir, how will the others find us?" he asked.
Grinning Boris withdrew the finely crafted antler horn he kept tucked into his belt. Sucking in air Boris put his lips to the horn and let out a huge bellow. Echoing through the surrounding area sending nearby birds scattering in all directions.
Tossing the horn to the young guard Boris turned to his horse and began to take off the heavy plate armor.
"That's how," said Tanis, turning to his own horse to follow Boris's lead.
Noting the inquisitive look on the guards face Tanis couldn't help but laugh.
"In the mud everyone is slow and sluggish but with our heavy armor on we'd be even slower. Our chain and leather should be enough to protect us and without the weight of the plate we'll be able to move better."
"Let’s find these gutless bastards," muttered Boris as he finished strapping on his weapons.
Boris, the biggest of the three Knights had chosen his trusted broadsword. Much bigger than any of the other members of the party Boris could swing the blade with ease and a speed that was much quicker than anyone of his size should have. In addition to his broadsword he also carried a long sword strapped to his hip.
Jeffery, a man of average size and height took the traditional sword and shield used by many Knights in the Academy. Again, he's a pretty boring man.
Tanis, the lightest and thinnest of the group carried two short swords across his back and his long sword in his right hand with a dagger in his left. Preferring a quick light combat to Boris's heavy handed approach to things.
The four guards who followed each carried a sword and shield with chain armor and metal helms. They're pretty normal guards.
As the group pushed into the thick mud, which went up to knee height on everyone but Boris, the giant turned back to the boy.
"Count to one hundred. And every one hundred seconds blow the horn as loud as you can until the others come. The Knights will know what it means and it shouldn't take long at all."
The group would find the two criminals and bring them back in chains. The rest of the hunting parties would be there soon, and would surround the swamp. There would be no escape.
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