Squire Trial: The Purging of Vesper's War Dead.

[Casseiul]

Templi Present:
                
Mordred Casseiul, Squire.

Baronial Guard Present:

Evelyne Thenasa, Senior Guardsmen.

Guardsmen Militia of Yew:

Aries Harper, Lance Corporal.

Ellister, Footman.

Date:

Seventeenth day of September.


Location:

Barony of Cove, Muster point. Republic of Vesper; Vesperian Cemetary.



Preceptor, on the seventeenth day of September and within accordance to the order of my trials, I have assembled a unified force of men at arms hailing from the Barony of Cove and the Militia forces of Yew, where we did muster in good number for a night of holy labour to grant peace and freedom to the risen Vesper dead.
I had chosen to venture into the realm of the Pagan to bring enlightenment, upon there populace so that there folk, high and low may know the Avatars gauntlet is extended to offer them salvation.
First to the muster came good Evelyne, senior guardsmen of the Barons men at arms, second the faithful character Aries Harper, Lance Corporal of Yews Militia, and last to join this assembled host was a footman named Ellister, familiar faces who did partake in Crusade and incursion unto the Doom Gauntlet.
We ensured firstly we had been well provisioned, with bandages and supplies common for a march to battle, lastly to join the packs two torches, soaked in holy oil to ensure the glorious fallen would remain such when our swords and torches ended there enslavement.



MILITARIS VIR LUMINIS

Equipped adequately, and briefed properly by myself to all of the nights incursion, we made our way through the great forests, arms borne and armour worn, for the forests remain still plagued by monsters, we had halted four times I count to bring the verdict of death upon the harpy and the troll kind, whom assaulted us on our path, alas the Avatar would guide us in warding away such evil, already keen to see us fail.
It would not be this day because such a host though small in size, remained high in faith.

Militum Avatari.

Ruins, did greet us as we halted a former encampment no doubt, laid out with stone walls and elder chairs from better days, alas a quiet place to make prayer and remind the assembled, not to show malice towards any Pagan we would encounter, the scars of the war still lingered upon many who had lost friend and loved one during the conflict, sacrifice it must be reminded, no matter how hard the loss.
With the mantra of prayer upon our souls and the sign of the Ankh made, we had come closer to the Republic of Vesper, the sights of there buildings present, with no folk paying us mind or challenging our being we soon came before the wrought iron gates of the Vesperian Cemetery, and before all our eyes did we sight the walking corpses of the war dead.



Sigillum militum Avatari.

We four did make a battle formation, two to the flanks, men of Yew in mail and plate, and beside myself in the centre the senior guardsmen, in the armour Barons choice of plate, regardless the shield of faith defended us, I stepped fourth to challenge the Wytch or whatever Lich did control these minions, but all I received back in answer was the jestfull reply of a goat, a living white goat which did but mock us in the voice of a woman, never to matter we do not play the mummers farce, open did the gates swing and forwards came men of iron driven by faith, and the slaughter of the Wytches minions began, the Guardians flock were numerous, pouring from elder buildings, in small droves they came, unorganised like a peasants rebellion.

But just as I have been tutored by my peers they did attempt to flank us alas our weapons worked the labours of our faith, and again fell the dead, free of the Guardians servitude.
We spared no animal we found wandering that cemetery, for we knew the Wytch had her familiars present, and they did to join the growing pile of her scattered forces, we sought out the source of the Wytch, scouring the crypts till we came upon one with a staircase that descended down.

Together we went and were greeted such heresy, praise the Avatar for I know he shielded our souls from what shocked are gathered eyes, a nest of Wytchcraft; the symbol of the pagan carved into the wall and fed with the corpses of the fallen, torsos the brains the limbs, yet devoid a Wytch or Lich.



Testis sum agni.

Driven by our fervour to annihilate this evil we decided we would pass through the old stone halls, in such hope of locating the source of this bedlam, and so we did and we entered a dark cavern where only the light of our faith would pierce through, and past these ancient halls we came up to witness a land of plenty, as Aries Harper pointed out, Delucia, devoid of much undead and a vast realm, as Ellister of Yew remarked, he had seen almost all of Sossaria, from the corners of the known world, but never had he roamed such fields.
I had decided whatever lurked here it was not the Wytch we hunted, the trails of corpses did not exist here, though I mark it as a point of interest other priority's come first.

Back through the caverns, back through old stone halls, and halting at the site of bedlam, where we did sight a floor board, with a strange sign Evelyne did remark we should not press it and I could not agree more, we had a hunt to continue.



In hoc signo vinces.

From the slits of my helms visor did I take in the aftermath of our fighting, we had rendered the Wytches forces low and piled them all together, as we re-entered the elder building, I spotted a white shroud, a woman's shroud, and it called to me in insult, and I knew then this was the item keeping the Wytches spirit here, for her physical force was now gone.

I yanked it with my shield hand and placed it upon the heaping pile, where Aries Harper had prepared the kindling with Ellisters aid, with the assistance of Evelyne, we struck the torches of faith and allowed there fires to form, where I chanted a mantra of holy prayer and put the foe to the torch, the second flame followed, and the last taunting of the Wytch filled the air only to be killed away as the shroud burned.



With our duties done we departed together, I am confident we struck this location at the correct time, had we delayed the Wytches flock would have only grown greater.


I conclude this report Preceptor.

Signed

Mordred Casseiul, Squire.






OOC - Screen Shots from the event that took place, unfortuantly there quality is rather poor my mistake, for I used my iphone for the photos, though they serve as a reminder of the night and also evidence this event did take place.

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