An interesting thought

[oliver]

The King is going to war, and when the King is going to war it means the people go to war and the kings sits around and hopes for the best. Most people dont have a choice, just like you.
A small group of people are waiting to leave their town and all their families and friends to go to some ship to go....fuck it. You dont really have a clue whats going on, all you know is that you are now standing outside the town hall with a few good luck charms and what you could scrounge as weapons watching your friends pile into wagons and set off ahead of you.
Bread and water is passed around and some old man is giving you a pep talk on how great the cause is and what good people you are. You all could not give a fuck and use the time to make some friends.

As the wagon sets of out of the gate and down the road the setting sun looks as if it has set the village on fire as orange light blinds you and leaves your last image of your home as black and orange. Not the best of images.

Some of you have personal gaols in life, and others just want live a happy life. All the same you are now all following the same winding road to war. With its riches and its bloodshed.

Ok now any questions on the surroundings and situation should be posted in Pink.
Any actions that are quiet or sneaky should be posted in blue,
Any actions that are what might be called a full frontal attack with all guns blazing should be in red,
And any actions that are at an easy relaxed pase should be posted in green,
I will post in pink for story and orange for any attacks or actions against you.
Any none game conversation or rules such as this should be left normal colour.

[oliver]

The Wagon heads away from the sea, slowing winding its way up into the mountians. The 8 people in the back of the wagon look out across a black see and a dark landscape.
Far off you can see the lights of the great fortress to your left, straight down across the forest is your home town on the sea.
To the right, far off is tall snow capped mountians that run across the western sky till they disapear behind the sides of the wagon.

The wagon seems to trundle for days. You sleep in it, you eat in it and only a few times a day do you get to stop and stretch your legs and do your business.

On the last day after traveling up and along the edge of the mountians you begin to climp again, the fortress lights have always been visable at night and some of you have kept in your minds eye your home town. The wagon seems to tilt as if it is thretening to throw you out the back. It seems to push up the hill and you can hear the horses struggle.

All of a sudden the wagons levels out and a blackness pulls itself around everything, the cold shocks you all at once and the sweat that had driped from the tired muscles as you tried to hold your grip turns to ice.
The Wagon has entered a cave. Huge doors close behind you and as the sound of many voices bounce from the cave walls.

As the wagon stops and your eyes have not yet ajusted fully someone comes to the back of the wagon and starts pulling you out. The move with the hand that pulls and stumble ontp hard stone floor.
Tired and cold you are led up what seems like a thousand steps of stone in small passageways you file forwards and up, just watching the feet of the person infront.

The door seemed to apear quite suddenly and everyone bustled through into a huge hall. Tourches pured light into the room as huge fired burnt at either end. The room was a bustle with life as men in armour and kings colours sat around, talking and eating. You are ignored by all but one man. The man seemed new, but he had been leading you the whole way. He waited now for everyone to get iused to the huge hall before speaking.

[oliver]

You are all filed into a room with six beds, Only your group ocupies the room.
Shorty you are led up some stairs onto the roof of the moutian and fortress.
YOu are shown a mess area and the tiolets.
That is the extent of your knowledge of the fortress.
Also you known to you is the the basement and the stairway down.
All you are told is that do now enter closed doors and keep out of peoples way who are more important then you. Eg everyone.
The man leaves

[oliver]

You are left alone

[Avareii]

I check out the basement.

[heiron]

search room

[CheftoadThe Boss.]

search tiolets

[oliver]

The basement is a massive area with loads of poeple and equipment, Men in the kings colours are prepairing seige weapons and standing in sections.
You are largly ingnored

[oliver]

The room is very basic, stone walls and tall cealing
The beds are below then average

[CroMag]

Piss on everything.

[Avareii]

What kind of siege weapons? Can you be more specific?

[oliver]

Eyes are raised as you search the tiolets, you find nothing but a shartage of tiolet paper. The system is largly effective though as the smell is not very strong. Everything seems surprisingly clean for a barrax tiolet

[Avareii]

Also are there bugs in the mattresses? Wait, are there even mattresses?

[oliver]

The seige weapons are mainly massive crossbow thingys and a few of the massive contraptions that you dont recognise

[heiron]

Throw jeordy at tiolet

[oliver]

NO to mattresses, The beds are made of a wooden frame with rope creating a cradle. One blanket is suplied.

[CroMag]

Go TO Messhall

[CheftoadThe Boss.]

take tiolet paper

[oliver]

Jeordy is dropped as brad attemts to throw him at the tiolet. Brad your arm is slightly injured(Right). Not badly but you may want to be careful with it.

[heiron]

join cromag to messhall

[CheftoadThe Boss.]

follow cromang

[Avareii]

Attempt to get closer look at siege engines.

[oliver]

The messhall is crowded with men sitting around in tight groups discussing the war. As you move in a loud horn is sounded from somewhere above. Everyone pushes past you in a few seconds, heading for the roof

[heiron]

Head for roof

[CroMag]

Ride Heiron

[Avareii]

Stick around in siege engine room for as long as i can and see what happens.

[CheftoadThe Boss.]

Question horn from Messtender

[oliver]

The seige weapons are made of wood. Held together with metal brackets. Some are more basic held together with rope. Their main uses are flighing shit at shit and a few seem to be for shooting men. As you look closer you see same sort of cloth bound together in bags with lots ropes, As you look closer a loud horn sounds from above and the men dressing in armour or carrying weapon head towards the roof

[oliver]

The messtender in basic english describes the horn as a warning drill or attack. It means that poeple need to go to their designated meeting area

[Avareii]

Attempt to discreetly check contents of bags, act inconspicuous if noticed and/or yelled at.