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Lefen and his allies get into a position in Gholand keep's storage, watching events unfold
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Lefen began to prod the glass windows for an opening, finding one near the side window, and it had been just in time. Bounding around corners, Scarl and his fox companions were alerting sentries in secret, Lefen spotting him just in time as they crawled inside a window to an empty and poorly lit room. The assassins were inside the hall, and one was keeping low from above. Lefen began rummaging around, as he and his companions exited the doorway and into the hallway. They scouted around corners, keeping to darkness and listening for creaks. Markem didn’t really need to worry about these things, so it was no surprise to either of the rogues that there were few guards. One rat in familiar black armor marched through the hallways, bearing the faded mark of Kasg the Craven. The Hare cursed his name.
“Kasg, I grow to hate his ghost, wot!” He whispered “Years ago we defeated him an’ his ilk, and still to this day his shadow looms. I miss the days when vermin were a rare sight in the woods, but since Kasg came down, now the bounders are all over the place! Can’t even go a mile in the woods without tripping over one!”
“Too bad eastern Mossflower is basically lost.” Lefen cursed. “If you folk had taken care of Markem sooner, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”
The Hare became flustered “Wasn’t my decision, lad. My good commander kept Kasg’s other lieutenants at bay. Ol’ Barfoof himself led the charge to kill every last one of those blighters. Killed Pelg the Tall when he fled in the warlord’s armor. Markem was just a horde beast than I imagine, a common warband, easy to maneuver. Not enough Hares to keep all of Mossflower’s problems at bay, ya know.”
“So what are these black-clads doing here then?” Streamwaddle asked, the sea otter fearfully looking around corners.
“No clue, likely just followin any old and successful horde then can get their filthy paws on. They suicidally charged many poor creatures to Tussock, and now they meekly follow this Markem I bet. Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Markem isn’t dead yet.
Markem’s home was a squarish U shape, with the central stone courtyard being where the feast was to be held. The group had seen the preparations, and thankfully it was still fairly light out for the summer, but evening was coming. As Lefen bounded a corner, He saw an opening to the main hall, and within sight was the kitchen.
“Kitchens won’t do.” Streamwaddle reminded Lefen. “If I remember right, an’ logic be dictating, that entire section will be busy. There must be a store room nearby, with a big window for the kitchens. Maybe we can hide in der?”
“It's worth the shot.”
The group mustered the strength and bolted past the kitchens towards the storage hallway, quickly closing the door behind them. When they turned, they stared straight into the face of a shocked hedgehog slave who was picking up a small barrel of honey. Lefen slowly lifted his paw up to his mouth, shushing him. The hedgehog recognized the Hare as Long Patrol from his colorful vest, while he recognized Lefen from the tales the other slaves told.
“Keep up the act, lad.” The Hare whispered. “Just act like everything be normal. Can ya keep any ol’ vermin away from this store room?”
“Aye.” He answered. “Be lookin forward fer me an’ me brothers an’ sisters to be free of deez.” He played at the rope which clung to his neck softly. “Not goot on me throat.”
“Agreed.” Streamwaddle answered back. The hedgehog carried the honey out of the store room, and closed the door. The three then slowly crawled over to a window.
“Plan is simple chaps, we will be back up if our sniper misses. We’ll keep a good eye on Markem, especially if he gets dragged back inside where we will finish him off while his guards search for my comrade. He’s a good shot however, for once he slays that wretched warlord, we will be home free to collect him, and help him out of this place. We’ll be back at camp Tussock to plan our next move against this whole lot in due course!”
“How long do you think it will take?”
“It's too light out now, so it’ll take time. When the sun starts setting, he will make his move and fire. Just enjoy, or dread, this show till it is all over.” The group looked out from the darkness of a window, looking at the feasting grounds with a decent look. It wasn’t comfortable, but Lefen gripped his weapon with grave intent.
The hunt is over Markem, and you and your entire brood will pay a price in blood what you did to my home and all the woodlanders of eastern Mossflower!
FortunataFoxLefen and his allies get into a position in Gholand keep's storage, watching events unfold
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Lefen began to prod the glass windows for an opening, finding one near the side window, and it had been just in time. Bounding around corners, Scarl and his fox companions were alerting sentries in secret, Lefen spotting him just in time as they crawled inside a window to an empty and poorly lit room. The assassins were inside the hall, and one was keeping low from above. Lefen began rummaging around, as he and his companions exited the doorway and into the hallway. They scouted around corners, keeping to darkness and listening for creaks. Markem didn’t really need to worry about these things, so it was no surprise to either of the rogues that there were few guards. One rat in familiar black armor marched through the hallways, bearing the faded mark of Kasg the Craven. The Hare cursed his name.
“Kasg, I grow to hate his ghost, wot!” He whispered “Years ago we defeated him an’ his ilk, and still to this day his shadow looms. I miss the days when vermin were a rare sight in the woods, but since Kasg came down, now the bounders are all over the place! Can’t even go a mile in the woods without tripping over one!”
“Too bad eastern Mossflower is basically lost.” Lefen cursed. “If you folk had taken care of Markem sooner, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”
The Hare became flustered “Wasn’t my decision, lad. My good commander kept Kasg’s other lieutenants at bay. Ol’ Barfoof himself led the charge to kill every last one of those blighters. Killed Pelg the Tall when he fled in the warlord’s armor. Markem was just a horde beast than I imagine, a common warband, easy to maneuver. Not enough Hares to keep all of Mossflower’s problems at bay, ya know.”
“So what are these black-clads doing here then?” Streamwaddle asked, the sea otter fearfully looking around corners.
“No clue, likely just followin any old and successful horde then can get their filthy paws on. They suicidally charged many poor creatures to Tussock, and now they meekly follow this Markem I bet. Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Markem isn’t dead yet.
Markem’s home was a squarish U shape, with the central stone courtyard being where the feast was to be held. The group had seen the preparations, and thankfully it was still fairly light out for the summer, but evening was coming. As Lefen bounded a corner, He saw an opening to the main hall, and within sight was the kitchen.
“Kitchens won’t do.” Streamwaddle reminded Lefen. “If I remember right, an’ logic be dictating, that entire section will be busy. There must be a store room nearby, with a big window for the kitchens. Maybe we can hide in der?”
“It's worth the shot.”
The group mustered the strength and bolted past the kitchens towards the storage hallway, quickly closing the door behind them. When they turned, they stared straight into the face of a shocked hedgehog slave who was picking up a small barrel of honey. Lefen slowly lifted his paw up to his mouth, shushing him. The hedgehog recognized the Hare as Long Patrol from his colorful vest, while he recognized Lefen from the tales the other slaves told.
“Keep up the act, lad.” The Hare whispered. “Just act like everything be normal. Can ya keep any ol’ vermin away from this store room?”
“Aye.” He answered. “Be lookin forward fer me an’ me brothers an’ sisters to be free of deez.” He played at the rope which clung to his neck softly. “Not goot on me throat.”
“Agreed.” Streamwaddle answered back. The hedgehog carried the honey out of the store room, and closed the door. The three then slowly crawled over to a window.
“Plan is simple chaps, we will be back up if our sniper misses. We’ll keep a good eye on Markem, especially if he gets dragged back inside where we will finish him off while his guards search for my comrade. He’s a good shot however, for once he slays that wretched warlord, we will be home free to collect him, and help him out of this place. We’ll be back at camp Tussock to plan our next move against this whole lot in due course!”
“How long do you think it will take?”
“It's too light out now, so it’ll take time. When the sun starts setting, he will make his move and fire. Just enjoy, or dread, this show till it is all over.” The group looked out from the darkness of a window, looking at the feasting grounds with a decent look. It wasn’t comfortable, but Lefen gripped his weapon with grave intent.
The hunt is over Markem, and you and your entire brood will pay a price in blood what you did to my home and all the woodlanders of eastern Mossflower!
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