Led by Regular Scout Leanne Martin-Melior

Attended by

Captain Raiden Harper-Morana
Junior Guardsman Sheriam Palmer
Junior Arcanist Thomas Aylmer
Guardsman Recruit Hope Tyrell
Guardsman Recruit Joaquin Quincil


We were told we would be making Covian history, that our lives though they may be brief on this bloody expedition will go down in history like the war heroes of old.  Leanne had a plan, an amazing and very cunning plan though she let on it were partly devised by Pickles. That we would use this new contraption of a "Moveable blockade" in a crate. To trap the Golden Wyrm an' thereby be able to slay it without loss of limb or life as what usually occurs.

Leanne 'ad us by the balls so to speak an' led us on this merry adventure full of optimism and the belief we could not fail. She had us up near the valley that leads to the pit of death and we stood there waiting as she set up the blockade and make her way back ter say its ready.  We were calm an' trusting in our leader. Bu' before we knew it Leanne were running back to us screamin' it had flew over the blockade and was now tearing its way towards us. So we did like any reasonable person would do, we ran.  We pegged it hard out of there with tha' ball of Golden screaming flame-throwing, limb ripping, beast, hot on our heals.  I cast a quick invisibility on meself as did the lass Hope an' we let the others find their own way. I think we lost one nameless recruit in t'valley as it were torn limb from bloody limb infront of our eyes, leaving just a pair of smoking boots.

When we'd recovered ourselves an' no longer felt our hearts were trying to rip themselves from our chests we slowly made our way back to the Valley. This time Leanne set up the blockade infront of us, shutting the beast off from it's nest.  Yeah tha's going ter make it happy I thought, an' soon enough the beast arrived to find its way home blocked. Needlesstersay it were bloody furious. It roared, it cursed, it near bit the Captain in 'alf a few times. But we stayed put and we gave it the battle of our lives.  

All through the night we fought it. An endless barage of spells tha' left us arcanists hoarse and worn out. (Been needing a week of sleep an' food after this) We fought through t'next day, still standing though our feet were weary, our hands and arms aching and our words jus' a whisper as we continued casting our spells.  Until eventually we had worn the Wyrm down an' took its life. Leanne lept with a cheer an' cut a claw from the beast, holding it aloft as 'er prize.

Tha' day we did fight like heroes an' I reckon us'll go down in history as t'smallest patrol ter bring down a golden Wrym.


*signed*

Jaoquin "Gutter Mage" Quincil.

Yer left me off the report ye eijit.  I were t'one healing yer arses.

*signed*

Jaoquin "Gutter Mage" Quincil

The young lass Hope an' me took a stroll around wind earlier this evening. Her brother told me that she aint been herself much since her being abducted but the chance to cast a few spells soon had her spirits up. We made our way through the tunnels to the marbled city. I aint been there before probably kept out on account of my past behaviours but nay one said a thing to me. Well except tha' one bloke in the library telling me to shush. Nearly put a bolt up his arse for that but figured I best not get the lass into trouble.
We had a good look round and found plenty of places to study, eat and sleep in and a curious looking house with a pentagram in it, didn't look too cosy but could be interesting.
Another odd thing were the bank had been changed into some kind of mess hall. Tables and chairs everywhere with plates of food on them. Was wondering where all the people could be and found most of them lurking about a room with reagents and as the lass found a bat wing.

After exploring the town as much as we could we set about on our other task to defend it. The tunnels seemed to have a lich at every turn and in one corner was a pair of demons. We worked as a pair with one of us attacking and the other healing an' soon managed to fight our way around the place felling liches and stomping on them as they hit the ground. Once we'd racked up our needed death count we headed on back so I could join the next patrol.

Tonight it were jus' me an the lovely Sergeant about so she decided ter take us on a bit of a dungeon crawl. First we headed to Despise for a bit of Ele bashin' just t'stretch our muscles a bit an' so she could gage how well I can perform. Seein' as we did so well as a team she decided we'd hit something a bit harder so headed to the Trogladyte cave near Trinsic. Things did get a bit tougher an' it nay helped with how fast these things were getting up after falling. In fact one time we 'ad ter retreat outside where the Sergeant helped me up an' then promptly shot me with an arrow an' then the pack horse went and got bit by a snake and everything went ter the dogs.

Bu' eventually we pulled our stuff together an' began ter make short work of them. In fact we killed that many our bags were bulging with stuff for the craftsmen and gold for the coffers so we had ter retreat home.



*signed*

Joaquin "Gutter Mage" Quincil

Founds this place up by the outpost looked empty so I done the lock anyway it's somethin' like 15x17 I reckon. Three floors an' 5 rooms. Got a nice tree out the front but reckon I'll chop it down fer firewood in the winter. Number of residents is me unless I get a room mate or someone t'pay rent. Owned since today an' its Private too so keep out like.

*signed*

Joaquin "Gutter Mage" Quincil

Put down some of those banners near the banks. Decent cover for checking them out.

*signed*
Joaquin Quincil

[Appearance]

Name:Joaquin Quincil
Age : 24
Hair : Blonde, dyed Red.
Eyes : Dark brown almost black.
Height : 6'2
Place of Birth : Britain

Appearance

Joaquin is rugged looking his nose has been broken several times and he has a scar on his throat where it was almost sliced during a fight. Despite that he's kept himself fit and he has the lithe muscular build of a martial artist. He dyed his blonde hair red and keeps it tied back in a pony tail that reaches his shoulders. He keeps saying he'll get it cut one day. Joaquin has a small goatee on his chin that he likes to keep neatly trimmed. The growth of hair helps him look older or so he says.

Background

Joaquin grew up on the streets of Britain after realising he had some arcane abilities his parents sent him to the lyceum in Moonglow for training who promptly sent him back again after a couple of weeks. On his return Quin spent his first time in prison for petty theft as he stole a loaf of bread for two hungry orphans. At the age of 15 was then sent to Magencia to further his training in the arcane in the hope it would help to educate his mind and lesson his rebellious tendancies. Two years later he returned to Britain and after a month was jailed again for three years for Arson on a tavern. He swears to this day it was against the owner who was taking advantage of his young barmaids. In a last attempt to instil some discipline into Quin the Britain Arcanists enrolled him where he stayed for a few more years until his recent crime which he was given the choice between life imprisonment or joining an Army or Militia where he would learn to control his "criminal" tendencies or die in the process. Joaquin chose to join the Army and decided Cove suited him best. 

There I were thinkin' we'd be having a scrap with this Vesper lot but turned into a big let down. We hauled back ter Cove an one of them greenies said someone's been in the Office and made a right mess of it.

Next thing I'm being put on detail an' having to clean the damn room out. I dunno what them Vesper lot eat and drink but it stank. The rug was soaked and had some nasty mess on it. The Chair was soaked. These people must have held back everythin' they had an' let it loose in there.  Half the books were ruined 'ad ter put them on the fire.

Only thing fer tha' rug and chair was to throw it in the bay.  Jus' hope whoevers room that was aint going to mind buying a new rug an' chair.





*scrawled*

Joaquin "Gutter Mage" Quincil