It was later in the evening as Ryan and me entered the barracks to get some nice
refreshing ale from the stock. We finished transporting the rest of my furnitures
from my former house , the Tel´Marian Watchtowers in Yew , to my new house near
the Yew-Britain-Vesper crossroad i bought a week ago. That house moving
thingens can make ye really thirsty. I decided to take one from the older bottles from
the bottom to be sure the nay get bad . Would be a shame to waste such a good ale.
Well this was my salvation. A guest of the milita, a civilian from Cove, who had
business with some of the superiors took one of the newer bottles and nearly died
due to some poison mixed into the ale. The colour of his face turned from
white over red to greenish-blue. He throw up the whole content oh his stomach.
I got sick by myself but not from the ale but the awefull smell. That was even worse
than the stinking swamp in Yew. A recruit and me got that honorable order to bring
the civilian to the local healer in Cove. Well the bad thing of beeing a junior
guardsman is to recive orders like this anyway the good thing is you arnt the last
in the command line. So the recruit took the civilian and i ...
i took the responsibility....
As we returned to the barracks everybody was busy. researching bout what happened
to our beloved ale. Some of the guards searched the library for some usefull hints.
Compairing the symptoms the civilian had with descriprions of poisons and that nasty thingens.
I dont know who finally found the hints and came to the conclusion, but as i am
only a junior i nay have to know everything. Never the less we had a suspect, we had
a target and we had a clear order... i guess.
Well actually our first order was to write a report. I nay have to mention who got that
order in particular. So armed to our
false teeth we were ready to kick some Savages
butts. As they were responsible for the completly outrageous and cowardly attack
on our ale depot.. and the poisoning of a coven civilian. We made our way to the lands
of Ilshenear to the swamp surrounded fort, the home of the naked savages. And i nay mean
the Fiddlers Flute in Yew.
Outside the fort our small taskforce met a strange man , a explorer from Britain who
was studying em Savages. He told us bout strange things that happened latly and
that the wild ones got slightly mad or something but we werent there to discuss
their pattern of behaviour but to give em a good whacking. And so we did ...
We rushed in and got into a murderous frenzy. We spared nayone.. savages..woman.. dogs..
chickens (espeially em big fat ones).. Nobody poisones our ale and get away unpunished.
For each poisoned bottle we killed at least one of em. Well maybe we overdid it slightly
but who cares bout em savages anyway.
As we advanced forward we finally found incriminating evidences.. a log with some
notes bout a town of many bridges, a field with highly noxious nightshade and a unholy
altar were the savages surly sacrificed virgins to their perverted, demonic, wild,
naked, strange looking gods. The chieftain and a few stupid henchmen attacked us near
that altar but were brought down by our might one by one.
Having the evidences we came for we slowly made our way back to the entrance.
Leaving lots of slayen savages and the chaos behind....
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