Later Afternoon day 33 of Spring 516 AV
1st thread in series:Adventure of a Scientist[1]
2nd thread in series: Lets Hope This Works[2]
3rd thread in series: Experiments of the Mind: Rituals With-in [3]
Flashback to Yargul's experience:
“Hey Yargul. I heard of some supplies outside the city in the bronze woods were cut off. Their Caravan broke down.” Said a concerned citizen by the main gates. “Oi, how many are out thar!” he replied “not sure, I think it is a traveling family with some yung ones.” The citizen said back. “Grab yerself some friends, we will go out within the bell.” Yargul replied as gently sharpening his blades for the trip. “But, shouldn’t the knights go?” the citizen said. “Nonsense, yus know that they already have a patrol out thar, if we come across ‘em we will ask ‘em to come along.” Yargul replied.
Within the bell about 4 other citizens with a variety of weapons joined Yargul and they set off for the bronze woods. Walking their way through where the concerned citizen heard where the caravan was stranded, Yargul was cautious. There was no signs of caravan and this citizen was taking them off the Kabrin road. “By Sylir, did they go in the woods? No wonder their caravan broke.” Yargul said aloud. Suddenly a net fell and captured the group of citizens and Yargul.
Pinned down to the ground, struggling. The group of citizens and Yargul were met by a swift flurry of bandits who were hooting and hollering and overpowered them by sheer numbers. “Rhysol be pleased. Tie them to the stakes!” an older man ordered at the group of bandits. They seemed to be following his orders. “Let their bodies meet the fire’s of torture and their souls consumed by the darkness of Rhysol.” The old man prepared the citizens by taking off their shirts and painting their bodies in a chalk while attached at the stake. Yargul particularly was the ruffian of the group and quickly angered the old man. “This one goes last!” the old man ordered.
Upon observing the rituals, Yargul started to fear for his life, crying and yelling in the like. Just when everything he was about to lose hope all of the bandits started to run off further into the woods. The old man stayed behind. “You told you were out here!” The old man yelled at Yargul. “No matter, you will just be tortured in our hideout and suffer an even worse fate.
With much suffer and using a strange magic the old man subdued a lonely knight as well. It wasn’t long before he led them to an underground outpost that looks freshly made. The old man threw them in cages unfit for even most dogs. Some skeletons were decomposing inside, and various insects plagued the carcass. There were a vast number of bandits, drinking and doing strange rituals in praise to Rhysol. Surely hoping to grab the deity’s attention.
~ ~ ~
Shimoje sat next to the main gates, waiting for everyone to arrive. Soon enough they would be there and ready to head out. He spoke with Sera Reeves a little detailing of the marks he made on the trees and where approximately he saw the rituals being performed. Holding onto his stake he started to carve thread into it as well, effectively turning into something like a drill with a notch at top. “What is that for anyways?” Sera asked him. “Well, it could be used for many things, actually. It can go deep in ground and not risk of being pulled out easily. It can also be turned into something a pry at it.” He answered. “It would have been much easier earlier if I had such a devise earlier to use with that trap back there. If there are more traps I am sure I could think of a way to use it.” Shimoje smiled almost expecting another trap, but was unsure himself what the bronze woods would hold now. It had already been a few days, and the bandits would surely be expecting a visit now that they hold people captive again.
“I don’t have much supplies. What would I expect out there?” Shimoje asked the group of knights. “We have enough in ample for everyone, but the woods are dangerous, are dangerous.” One of the squires replied. “It is likely we should move slowly through the woods not to attract too much attention” Sera started to explain “Noise attracts attention for both animals and those bandits. You might actually have to camouflage your face and skin Shimoje. Dirt would probably do nicely.” She poured some water on the ground kicking at some dirt and creating some mud.
“Why?” Shimoje asked her calmly. “Because you must hide yourself better in the wilds, and that petching bald head of yours is nothing but a target.” She kicked up some of the mud at Shimoje and smiled. Shimoje walked over to the mud and started to smear it all over his skin. His face, arms, neck, and various other parts were covered in the sludge. “When we get out there you could also use bits of the woods to add to your body and make you look like a walking bush, if you wanted.”
1st thread in series:Adventure of a Scientist[1]
2nd thread in series: Lets Hope This Works[2]
3rd thread in series: Experiments of the Mind: Rituals With-in [3]
Flashback to Yargul's experience:
“Hey Yargul. I heard of some supplies outside the city in the bronze woods were cut off. Their Caravan broke down.” Said a concerned citizen by the main gates. “Oi, how many are out thar!” he replied “not sure, I think it is a traveling family with some yung ones.” The citizen said back. “Grab yerself some friends, we will go out within the bell.” Yargul replied as gently sharpening his blades for the trip. “But, shouldn’t the knights go?” the citizen said. “Nonsense, yus know that they already have a patrol out thar, if we come across ‘em we will ask ‘em to come along.” Yargul replied.
Within the bell about 4 other citizens with a variety of weapons joined Yargul and they set off for the bronze woods. Walking their way through where the concerned citizen heard where the caravan was stranded, Yargul was cautious. There was no signs of caravan and this citizen was taking them off the Kabrin road. “By Sylir, did they go in the woods? No wonder their caravan broke.” Yargul said aloud. Suddenly a net fell and captured the group of citizens and Yargul.
Pinned down to the ground, struggling. The group of citizens and Yargul were met by a swift flurry of bandits who were hooting and hollering and overpowered them by sheer numbers. “Rhysol be pleased. Tie them to the stakes!” an older man ordered at the group of bandits. They seemed to be following his orders. “Let their bodies meet the fire’s of torture and their souls consumed by the darkness of Rhysol.” The old man prepared the citizens by taking off their shirts and painting their bodies in a chalk while attached at the stake. Yargul particularly was the ruffian of the group and quickly angered the old man. “This one goes last!” the old man ordered.
Upon observing the rituals, Yargul started to fear for his life, crying and yelling in the like. Just when everything he was about to lose hope all of the bandits started to run off further into the woods. The old man stayed behind. “You told you were out here!” The old man yelled at Yargul. “No matter, you will just be tortured in our hideout and suffer an even worse fate.
With much suffer and using a strange magic the old man subdued a lonely knight as well. It wasn’t long before he led them to an underground outpost that looks freshly made. The old man threw them in cages unfit for even most dogs. Some skeletons were decomposing inside, and various insects plagued the carcass. There were a vast number of bandits, drinking and doing strange rituals in praise to Rhysol. Surely hoping to grab the deity’s attention.
~ ~ ~
Shimoje sat next to the main gates, waiting for everyone to arrive. Soon enough they would be there and ready to head out. He spoke with Sera Reeves a little detailing of the marks he made on the trees and where approximately he saw the rituals being performed. Holding onto his stake he started to carve thread into it as well, effectively turning into something like a drill with a notch at top. “What is that for anyways?” Sera asked him. “Well, it could be used for many things, actually. It can go deep in ground and not risk of being pulled out easily. It can also be turned into something a pry at it.” He answered. “It would have been much easier earlier if I had such a devise earlier to use with that trap back there. If there are more traps I am sure I could think of a way to use it.” Shimoje smiled almost expecting another trap, but was unsure himself what the bronze woods would hold now. It had already been a few days, and the bandits would surely be expecting a visit now that they hold people captive again.
“I don’t have much supplies. What would I expect out there?” Shimoje asked the group of knights. “We have enough in ample for everyone, but the woods are dangerous, are dangerous.” One of the squires replied. “It is likely we should move slowly through the woods not to attract too much attention” Sera started to explain “Noise attracts attention for both animals and those bandits. You might actually have to camouflage your face and skin Shimoje. Dirt would probably do nicely.” She poured some water on the ground kicking at some dirt and creating some mud.
“Why?” Shimoje asked her calmly. “Because you must hide yourself better in the wilds, and that petching bald head of yours is nothing but a target.” She kicked up some of the mud at Shimoje and smiled. Shimoje walked over to the mud and started to smear it all over his skin. His face, arms, neck, and various other parts were covered in the sludge. “When we get out there you could also use bits of the woods to add to your body and make you look like a walking bush, if you wanted.”