Message #122483

[Logar]

Roleplay from Logar Soul

"M'Lord! News from Lady Quinley has arrived!", Marshal Logar was notified at last of the whereabouts of Lady Quinley and recieved a report written in her own hand.

Now Logar sat, alone, pondering silently once again......

The recent monster activity occuring all over Asylon concerned him. First there were the repeated attacks on Gonophor, then the mauling of Inklen. It was during the battles in Inklen that anomolies had revealed themselves to Logar. The routine eradication of a monster hoard was followed by enemy reinforcements, not once but twice in succession. Organised communication and tactical strategies of that magnitude, performed by a monster race, have rarely been witnessed.

Following the battle for Inklen, Gonophor was once again under attack. Why the interest in Gonophor?
Upon beginning the journey to Gonophor, another anomoly. The monster race had clearly made yet another strategic move.  Echiurfield was stormed by the monster rebels. Nothing unusual there, except that echuirfield is considered the division between the North and South of Asylon...the bottleneck. Taking control of Echiurfield splits Asylon in half and acts as a monster defense to prevent entry into Southern Asylon, therefore protecting the activities occuring in Gonphor. Why the interest in Gonophor?
The fact that Lady Quinley and Sir Brynden were missing only complicated matters.

Following the battle of the 'bottleneck', Logar and Sir Jericho knew nothing of what they will find in Gonophor.

Logar was once again, only hours away from entering Gonophor when he recieved the good news of Lady Quinley. She is still alive after all. But what of Sir Brynden?
What will myself and Sir Jericho find in Gonophor?

Roleplay from Jericho Barrons

Jericho and his men made their way uneasily back to Gonophor. The horrors they have seen fresh in their minds, their hearts hardened against the corpses still rotting by the roadway from the previous rampage. The men no longer retched, instead Jericho could hear nothing but the leathers and armour singing their tune as they marched.
As the trees of the great forest loomed once again in the winter moonlight, white rainbows danced in front of the men. With baited breath, they wondered if a new threat hid on the path ahead. For a light so beautiful should have warmed their soul, instead it  filled them with dread.
With a quick shout, the men picked up the pace to join Marshal Logar, as he too had seemed uncertain of the road ahead.

Roleplay from Logar Soul

Logar pushed forward with his men. Corpses lay along the roadside not only of men and women, but also of monsters. These monsters appeared to be of a lower form, particularly of physical size and strength than those beasts which had already been slain in the many battles that the Kings Guard had experienced.
Is this some kind of genocide taking place here? Are these newly evolved race of monsters, we have already encountered, cleansing their own race of old junk?, Logar thought to himself.

Logar continued with the ongoing encouragement to push his men past the horrific scenes that clearly disturbed the minds of his soldiers. Without giving away any sign of his intentions, Logar marched his men towards a nearby source of light. A slightly rainbowlike beam of light emminated from the ground, illuminating the area of ground and trees around it. As they approached the clearing, the light extinguished abruptly filling the immediate area with darkness.
How does one describe the smell of fear?, Logar thought to himself, Fear always has a unique but undescribable aroma associated with it.

Of all of his men, Logar already knew that this young soldier would gladly come forward to take up the task. A brave and enthusiastic lad by the name of Rothic stood up "I will volunteer M'Lord!"

The hole in the ground was not a sheer drop. Instead it gently sloped into darkness, barely tall enough for a man to stand with his head hunched forward. Rothic was handed a lit torch as he entered the mouth of the dark hole and disappeared around a sweeping bend, the distant torchlight quickly fading.

For 5 minutes Logar and his men surrounded the opening, standing in silence, all looking at each other with raised eybrows, anticipating for something to break the silence. For a split second, the earth gently shook. Now the men stared at each other with puzzeled looks. Suddenly the earth shook again, this time with force. The men were knocked back and fell to the ground. The quaking of the earth denied the men the ability to stand on their feet. Instead they crawled outward away from the hole in the ground.

Logar stopped crawling and allowed himself to look back over his shoulder. As thoughts of that young soldier Rothic ran through his mind, Logar witnessed the hole closing. The hole moved with a likeness to a living entity and was closed shut revealing no evidence of it having ever been there.

Logar thought to himself, Somebody is clearly now aware of our presence here tonight. They are not pleased....