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Ringmaster
Guest
I am Inqusitor Kyras and I write this record, as a log of our doings as we perform gods work. May it stand as a witness to our deeds when we are called before the great judge and prove us worthy. It has been a week since we began the slower journey to Barrow, Alaska. All the usual procedures have been put in place and all civilians have been turned away, due in no small part to our influence. We shall be all alone in this place, before we engage the work of the Malleus Maleficarum. We are the Witches Hammer and before our might, all will flee back to shadow.
To engage me in this work, I have brought a retinue with me. All consisting of either experienced sellswords of which they are a dime a dozen, as well as fresh meat as I do not anticipate this as being little more then a bread run. A few stand out in my mind, those who have some measure of fortitude.
One of them is the test subject. The Damphir of which there has been so much controversy to allow in our ranks. I have found him a meek person myself, but I suspect this is due to the hostility he rightly deserves among our time. Such monsters in sheeps clothing, in my experience always fall. Its merely a matter of when, not if.
The other is a random scholar I snatched in case we've need of his skills. Cunning enough I suppose, but his psychic gifts has not earned him the skills greater men have worked towards. Still, there is always need of such folk and we shall see as soon as we land.
Of the sellswords, I have hired six. Enough and sufficiently so. I have little stomach for such filth but if danger is around, they will be on hand and little will be lost for it.
I have just had a crew member inform me that we are near. Time I go and inform the lot what exactly, we are up against.
God give us victory.
-K
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CAST
Tai @Michale CS
Elaine 'Lane' Murphy @Thuro 116 Pendragon
Ashton Ferris @The Silver Paladin
'Mysterious Stranger' @Forrest
Lucifer Anghelscu @Ringmaster
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It had been two weeks since you have all boarded the converted oil tanker and sailed by sea off to Barrow, Alaska. The crew are dour, superstitious to a lot and chosen in particular for their ability to keep their mouth shut. Not really much for conversationalist either, regarding the lot of you cursed for coming to Barrow around this time of month, when the days become endless night and the howl of the arctic winds hold sway over the isolated lands. They are Inuit and perhaps they are right to suspect, but no matter.
As hand picked members of Inquisitor Kyrus retinue, it is both a great honor and a great responsibility. The world known only in moonlight must remain so, that peace might remain and it is this reason why you are sent to Barrow. Besides the Inquisitor himself and you are the following.
At least four in the garb of the Executor uniform: all of whom wear the white trim on their sleeves denoting their junior status. While dangerous in their own right, their presence shows that the Inquisitor does not anticipate a major threat. They have mostly chosen rooms around the Inquisitor in the front cabins of the ship.
Which is what the others are for. Six merc's, all from a variety of backgrounds and some carrying weaponry that is certainly illegal should the mundanes catch us have staked their claim in the ships hold.
Besides Ashton, there is only one other adept aboard the ship. A woman with an unearthly air, hooded and cloaked who keeps to herself and hasn't been seen since you all boarded the ship. Besides Kyrus, she is the only other highest ranking figure out of all of you.
And so here you are.
One last meal in the ships galley as a group. The Executors eat quietly and somberly somewhat in comparison to the more loud and talkative mercs.
A final supper, before those among you discover what lies beneath....
@Michale CS @The Silver Paladin @Forrest @Thuro 116 Pendragon
To engage me in this work, I have brought a retinue with me. All consisting of either experienced sellswords of which they are a dime a dozen, as well as fresh meat as I do not anticipate this as being little more then a bread run. A few stand out in my mind, those who have some measure of fortitude.
One of them is the test subject. The Damphir of which there has been so much controversy to allow in our ranks. I have found him a meek person myself, but I suspect this is due to the hostility he rightly deserves among our time. Such monsters in sheeps clothing, in my experience always fall. Its merely a matter of when, not if.
The other is a random scholar I snatched in case we've need of his skills. Cunning enough I suppose, but his psychic gifts has not earned him the skills greater men have worked towards. Still, there is always need of such folk and we shall see as soon as we land.
Of the sellswords, I have hired six. Enough and sufficiently so. I have little stomach for such filth but if danger is around, they will be on hand and little will be lost for it.
I have just had a crew member inform me that we are near. Time I go and inform the lot what exactly, we are up against.
God give us victory.
-K
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CAST
Tai @Michale CS
Elaine 'Lane' Murphy @Thuro 116 Pendragon
Ashton Ferris @The Silver Paladin
'Mysterious Stranger' @Forrest
Lucifer Anghelscu @Ringmaster
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It had been two weeks since you have all boarded the converted oil tanker and sailed by sea off to Barrow, Alaska. The crew are dour, superstitious to a lot and chosen in particular for their ability to keep their mouth shut. Not really much for conversationalist either, regarding the lot of you cursed for coming to Barrow around this time of month, when the days become endless night and the howl of the arctic winds hold sway over the isolated lands. They are Inuit and perhaps they are right to suspect, but no matter.
As hand picked members of Inquisitor Kyrus retinue, it is both a great honor and a great responsibility. The world known only in moonlight must remain so, that peace might remain and it is this reason why you are sent to Barrow. Besides the Inquisitor himself and you are the following.
At least four in the garb of the Executor uniform: all of whom wear the white trim on their sleeves denoting their junior status. While dangerous in their own right, their presence shows that the Inquisitor does not anticipate a major threat. They have mostly chosen rooms around the Inquisitor in the front cabins of the ship.
Which is what the others are for. Six merc's, all from a variety of backgrounds and some carrying weaponry that is certainly illegal should the mundanes catch us have staked their claim in the ships hold.
Besides Ashton, there is only one other adept aboard the ship. A woman with an unearthly air, hooded and cloaked who keeps to herself and hasn't been seen since you all boarded the ship. Besides Kyrus, she is the only other highest ranking figure out of all of you.
And so here you are.
One last meal in the ships galley as a group. The Executors eat quietly and somberly somewhat in comparison to the more loud and talkative mercs.
A final supper, before those among you discover what lies beneath....
@Michale CS @The Silver Paladin @Forrest @Thuro 116 Pendragon