Adventure Role Play

The bandits slowly turned around mostly with confused looks on their faces. Their eyes stared at the doll.

" What the hell is that thing?! "

"Its just a stupid doll"

"Stupid doll? STUPID DOLL!? LOOK AT THE THING IT'S ON FUCKING FIRE!"

"....so? "

" GREEN FIRE! "

" ...and your point is? "

" Eh...wha?...FIRE ISNT GREEN YOU MORON SHES A WITCH! "

" My soul? I...I don't want to lose that I need it! "

" No shit! fuck...alright alright lay off the kid. "

The bandits slowly stepped back and sheathed their weapons in a slight panic. They watched as the doll was going ablaze in her hands and they looked very nervous and unsure.

"Let's not do anything drastic here witch. Were stepping away from the kid. Put down your weapons idiots."The main bandit said and the others complied
 
Sigvald didn't move an inch since the magic doll was brought into the situation. And yet he looked on in silent amazement. He was ready for a fight only a moment ago, but now all of those notions are thrown away thanks to Moonfall's magic. Though for some reason he felt like it was some kind of bluff. Nevertheless, finding out it's legitimacy was not necessary. "Leave this establishment! If you do not, a fate worse than death awaits you!" he ordered with a voice full of zeal.

The farmhands still ready for a retaliation, while the other one rushed in to help the young lad. Dragging him behind Sigvald. "Dust yer' self off lad! This might not be overs so soon." he said with distaste.
 
"Do what the knight says, and I'll promise your souls would be free once you leave the building, deal?" Moonfall asked. She had them just where she wanted them, "And run away quickly, the flame is almost purple." she spoke. And the tall was starting to develop purple flames as well, it was slow at first, but now the entire thing looks to almost be completely purple. Time's ticking, and it looks like they would need to be going fast.

Moonfall was really hoping they'll go now. She didn't want to have to actually curse them once the fire turned purple. Moonfall wasn't exactly bluffing, but she didn't exactly want to do it either. "Oh, young fellow, how about you hang out with us. Okay?" Moonfall invited him. She smiled a little bit.
 
The gang certainly wasn't taking any chances, one by one they dropped their weapons then slowly made their way towards the exit. The group just dashed out the moment they were arm's length at the door. They kept running and running for such a long time until they were no longer seen by the windows.

Moonfall chuckled a little bit, she sighed and tapped her doll a little bit. Pretty soon the flame disappeared, leaving some bits of smoke as well. She casually shoved the doll back into her bag.

"Alright kid. You okay?" Moonfall asked the young man.

"Yeah, sorry... I was supposed to make my way to the capital to deliver some blue prints...They're supposed to be entirely new inventions...One of a kind. You know. For the war." he stated while getting up. The young man was an obvious nervous wreck.
 
Sigvald stared at the young man in pity "Well, whatever they are. They aren't worth getting killed over." he placed his hand on the boy's shoulder "Take a seat, the tavern maiden will give you a drink." he assured him.

"Did I miss out on something?" said the small maid, seemingly missing out on the whole ordeal. The sight of the group just standing there in an awkward silence gave her gooseflesh.

One of the farmhands spoke out to her, telling her to go grab the distressed young man a tankard of ale. Not asking any questions, she did just that. In the meantime, Sigvald alerted notified the rest of the farmhands -who were no longer consuming their meals- to pack the leftovers for later and to get ready to depart. The wagons were more than likely already repaired.

"I hope you enjoyed Hvolnes hospitality." he said half-jokingly "You ready to depart?"
 
Sigvald stared at the young man in pity "Well, whatever they are. They aren't worth getting killed over." he placed his hand on the boy's shoulder "Take a seat, the tavern maiden will give you a drink." he assured him.

"Did I miss out on something?" said the small maid, seemingly missing out on the whole ordeal. The sight of the group just standing there in an awkward silence gave her gooseflesh.

One of the farmhands spoke out to her, telling her to go grab the distressed young man a tankard of ale. Not asking any questions, she did just that. In the meantime, Sigvald alerted notified the rest of the farmhands -who were no longer consuming their meals- to pack the leftovers for later and to get ready to depart. The wagons were more than likely already repaired.

"I hope you enjoyed Hvolnes hospitality." he said half-jokingly "You ready to depart?"


"Thanks, a drink sounds just what I need. There aren't any good drinks like these in Usajmah," he spoke out.

"Wow, Usajmah? No wonder you get kidnapped, I heard that's where the smartest people always go," Moonfall spoke out, then she turned to the farmers who may not know the location, " Usjamah is an island far away, it's famous for being the home of the Magic Council and the famous Jiben Lizi Magic College."


Then Moonfall remembered why they were here in the first place. It's best to get their cargo as quickly as possible. She turned to Sigvald. "We should get going now." The lady told the knight. Then she made her way out of the door.
 
The group made their way towards the supplies they came for in the first place. Everything was in order - in fact, it seemed to be for some time. The crew of the ship were already preparing for a departure. Sigvald waved and yelled "Thank you!" but felt like it went to deaf ears. They quickly went to work, loading all of the crates, sacks and who knows what else onto the wagons. "Prepare the horses, I want 2 horses per wagon!" Sigvald demanded, being met with a simple "Aye!".

Several minutes later, the party was ready to finally make their way back to Innerecy. All of them were ready and saddled, their supplies and leftovers were safely stored away. And finally before setting off, he looked back at the inn they rested at, glaring back at the tavern maid that stood at the entrance. For her sake, he hoped that she had no family at the forsaken city.

"Are we ready, Sir Knight?" one of the farmhands asked.

The knight gave a firm nod, "Aye." as they set off on their journey.
 
The supplies certainly didn't look local at all. They were large wooden boxes that had metal locks on them. A key to open the boxes were handed in, but more importantly, the cargo came with a single book. The book wasn't very big, but it was printed through. Something still very rare for the region. The printed words were in the local language luckily.

"Read these before you use the cargo, the stuff isn't completely idiot-proof. So careful." one of the men told the knight. And he was very serious about it. "Also, try not to get the cargo wet, why would be explained in the book."

Moonfall watched for a moment, just standing back. She wasn't very good with much manual labour, in fact, she could barely carrying anything remotely heavy. She's a rather skinny girl.

"Hold on, can I get my payment now?" the immediately asked one of the men.

"What? Oh right. Here's your stick..." he handed her a simple wooden staff. The guy looked at her like she's crazy.

Normally people would request coins as a payment, or something valuable. Not a wooden staff. But Moonfall was most eager to get the piece of wood. It's something she's been chasing after for quite a while.

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The trip back was going to be a little slower with all of the heavy loads, however they should be able to get there before nightfall. A good trip to and from two cities wouldn't take that long. This time however, Moonfall didn't ride on horse. She didn't quite enjoy it. So instead she was seated on one of the large crates. With two horses per wagon, it was easy for just one person to control two horses at a time. Allowing her to get away with not being by her horse.

"I heard these are a last effort to try and halt the enemy advance. If they work the kingdom would order a lot more and make it part of their budget, until they can produce their own. They're good quality too, imported." she said to Sigvald, "Hopefully when we get back, we have enough time to figure out how to use them properly. We can read through he book in the meantime." the girl spoke out.


They did have a lot of time, in fact a few days after their last victory. So, by the time they got back, things were even doing a little bit better. Some minor repairs were getting started and most people had some sort of medical treatment. A lot of graves were being dug behind the city though.
 
"Would you care to tell me what is in these boxes?" Sigvald asked, giving Moonfall a annoyed look. Not being pleased with being seemingly uninformed. "In the start I've been left with the impression that these supplies would consist of items such as; medicine, food, - hell, even weapons." he stated. "Or am I mistaken? Because it seems you know a lot more about it than I, or even Vorsen." he pressed on even further, the farmhands were also beginning to stare "Unless he knew more as well." Sigvald, by no means felt anger. But a profound sense of annoyance and lurking distrust.

"Fair point, I thought we were transporting food and herbs too." one of the farmhands told his brothers.

"As well as I." another one spoke.
 
"I suppose you can just see for yourself," Moonfall replied. She casually grabbed a key for one of the locks and just unlocked the box. She then stepped into the carriage and forced the lid open. The lid sort of flew in the air and landed in the grass. The inside had a lot of smaller rectangular crates. Moonfall just pulled one out. She was struggling a bit since it was slightly heavy, but it was easy to just pull the lid off.
The inside was weapons. But not swords and shields. They were more like the enemy weapons. Wooden muskets that looked brand new. It was clear the wood was polished. Each crate had two muskets inside. And the large boxes squeezed then crates inside. "They were imported from Rhian. Your king needed to make a secret purchase some months ago, didn't want the enemy to know the shipment was coming. You have gunpowder with metal balls, cleaning supplies and some medicine designed to treat injuries."

She managed to take out a musket to show them. The thing looked a little bit different from the enemy's version, but the difference appeared to be a bit more artistic. And then the lady carefully attempted to put the musket back into the smaller care. And then back into the larger box.
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"Pellets..." he corrected her. The knight wasn't very fond of ranged weaponry. He loathed bows and arrows - muskets even more so. Yet he understood their necessity in warfare. Still, there was no way in hell a knight such as him would resort to using anything that didn't require being swung. Even if it meant a permanent end to his knighthood.

Despite all of this, he found it odd that even he and the order knights weren't trusted with the knowledge of these weapons. He and the order were nothing if not loyal, and the lack of trust was puzzling to say the least...

"All well and good I suppose." he affirmed "But if you don't mind reminding me; why did you find yourself locked away in the Innerecy dungeon. And why does she know about this shipment?"
 
"Laws are governing how magic is supposed to be handled. Technically it's illegal for me to work magic since that's more reserved for your church. That's why I was arrested," Moonfall explained to them, "I know about the shipment because, well I was a passenger on that ship. The ship hopped from Rhian all the way to my home, but couldn't deliver straight to Hvolnes because that would mean crossing waters controlled by Sjerland. So they took a long way for safety. The crew only knew how to speak Hvolian, Sjeric and Riganic, those languages wouldn't be spoken on the new route so they hired me as a translator. I know most languages in the continent so I became a temporary crewmember in payment for the staff."

She explained to them just about everything. "You know Sjerlandic is attacking every bordered country for no reason. It's a huge mess. The crewmembers were really talking about it because of the complicating trade routes. They said that Sjerland took a large chunk of land belonging to Vastadia. That completely shut down the trade from the south. If that route was open you would have gotten the shipment at least a month ago."
 
Sigvald only stared at her with a look that dead in itself. "Well, I suppose that's plausible." he stated "Blazes, it's like things are getting worse by the day. At this rate, the whole world will be plunged into war and no one would even think twice." the knight soon came to relax. Despite everything so far, he still felt exhausted. And the events so far weren't too kind to his mind. Despite this, he had to keep his composure.

The farm hand simply exchanged side-eye glances until one spoke up "I suppose things could be worse. For one, Inneracy could be burning to the ground as we speak. That's why it would be smarter if we kept pressing on?"

This source of wisdom that came from a -likely inbred- villager caught Sigvald off guard "Well said, like a true scholar! We must press on." and just like that, the black knight made the moment a lot more dramatic than it needed to be.
 
"We've had huge empires before of course. I'm pretty sure they the Sjerlandics would burn themselves out eventually." Moonfall commented. But that was just an empty assumption. She had nothing to back it up.

The group resumed their trip back to Inneracy where they would be waiting for the cargo. The trip itself was un eventual, though occasionally the group would sometimes talk about random topics, such as the war. By the time they returned to the city, the day was beginning to get cool. It was the evening and the sun was just a few hours away from going down the horizon. The entire course of the battle and bringing back the cargo seemed to have taken the entire day.

By the time they returned, the city seemed to be in the process of recovering. Many knights were riding their horses around the area to look out for any future invasion or spies.

"Great, we're here," Moonfall commented, "And from the looks of it, the city is just fine. Let's hurry."

And so they made their way through the city gate. Just where Vorsen was withing for them.
 
"Just fine, you say? I'm keen to disagree." Sigvald told the shaman. "I can only imagine the number of wounded within those walls." he murmured as they approached the city walls. He could even see the crack in the wall where Moonfall and Gin were able to escape two days ago. And by the Gods, as soon as he laid his eyes on the battlefield he could feel a slight shiver down his spine. The boot prints were still visible on the wet soil, leaving a repulsing field of mud were there use to be grass. His eyes slowly glanced over the destroyed siege equipment, the destroyed siege towers looked like torn down housed -- he found this fact in particular somewhat elevating. His eyes went back to the main gate, only now noticing the firm silver figure standing in front of it. The sight of his commander didn't give him as much comfort as he thought. Either way, he was happy to be back.
 
"Yeah, I suppose you're right there," Moonfall replied to Sigvald.

Once they entered the city, the knights began to carry the large boxes off the carriage so they can properly take a look at time. They carried each box to a tent where the rest of their resources still remained. None of them dared open them without approval from their commander. Vorsen looked on, closely. He stepped towards the very first box and opened it. Inside was the much smaller rectangular crates he dragged out from the larger box. When he opened those, he found a musket and the classic symbol of the Rhian Unit.

"Exported from Rhian?" he spoke, "I would have liked to be informed of this purchase before it has arrived."

"Sir, these crates have medicine here," a knight spoke, he had opened another box.

This time, Vorsen stepped to that box much quicker. He looked through it to discover small glass jars containing various liquids, some tissues and some cleaning equipment. There was even a small book containing medical instructions. Vorsen reached to it and immediately began reading through the pages.

"Okay, much better medicine. It says to be properly washed before treating any open wound. For the green bottles, apply a few drops of the liquid on the tissue, then place on open wounds. For the red bottle, pour liquid into the provide metal copper cups and have injured drink from it." Vorsen read out loud, "We appear to have a good amount of medicine. Let's treat everyone first before we deal with the weapons."
 
As the knights moved around, examining the medicine and firearms that the group brought -- Sigvald stared emptily into the wagon, seemingly zoned out. He couldn't exactly thing straight, but he had an itch -- a feeling that something was off. By the gods, he couldn't put a finger on it.

"Is something bothering you?" Vorsen asked him in a gruff voice.

Sigvald turned to face him and waved it off "It's probably nothing, I suppose I haven't felt good in a while now."

"In what sense?"

"Well, ever since we departed for Abebubin I felt odd. And I honestly can't tell you why.. Once we arrived to the port, we learned that the wagons were damaged in the transport, so they needed to fix them. In the meantime me and my group decided to eat in the local inn, or tavern -- whatever it was." he blurted out "In short, we were served free food and drink for questionable reasons. Almost got into a swordfight, but luckily the shaman saved us the trouble."

Vorsen raised an eyebrow at this "Did she turn them into swine or something?".

Sigvald chuckled "No, but she did make them fear for their souls." the two knights shared a laugh like two old men at a tavern " Moving on -- after that went to check on the supplies. And that's when I found out about the muskets and the medicine. Not to mention why our sorcerer friend was in the Innerecy dungeon in the first place.".

"And why was she imprisoned?" Vorsen asked.

"Because she practiced magic..." Sigvald rolled his eyes. It was downright stupid.

"... and magic practices are reserved only for the church." Vorsen pinched the bridge of his nose. It was so stupid both of them considered throwing themselves off the city walls.

"In any case, here we are. We should probably get these inside, no?" he turned to the crates behind him. "I hate ranged weaponry." he thought to himself.
 
The rest of the crates were brought to a secure area within the city far from the injured. A few other knights proceeded to begin counting the muskets and other resources that were brought. There was more than enough for the archers. Though most of them had never held a firearm before.

"Mr Vorsen, I think we should let some peasants use the muskets. We need every abled body person to defend the city," one of the knights spoke to his commanding officer.

Some of the farmers and merchants were already looking at the new weaponry. A few of them took hold of them, fascinated with such a well-crafted kind of weapon. None of them was experienced with the sword, and so they'll die instantly in any battle. However, they could learn to reload, aim and shoot in a few hours.

"Weapons aside, we need a strategy. We can't blow up a camp the next time," another knight interrupted


In the meanwhile, people were making full use of the medicine, following the instructions to get all the injured people treated as fast as possible. There were constant complaints about the medicine's taste. It was many people's first experience with that kind of treatment. Some knights were really stubborn about it too, so stubborn that other knights had to force the medicine down their throat.

"YUCK, that tastes like some kind of metallic veggie fusion," a random knight complained, "What is it made of anyway?"

"Mushroom juice mixed with mould. It's not supposed to taste good, it's supposed to keep you alive." a clergyman said to the knight, "The taste is powerful because it's high quality. You can't get any better."
 
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"Just hearing the ingredients makes me feel ill." Sigvald spoke from the background, and shifting his gaze to a familiar face resting on the bade next to the random knight "What do you think? Anticipating your medicine?" he said teasingly.

"Oh definitely, I can hardly contain myself." Gin said sarcastically, his messy black hair spread across the pillow. "But aside from my - soon to be defiled bowels and tongue - how was your journey? I heard you got into trouble."

The black knight scoffed dismissingly "No, there was no trouble. Well - maybe almost. But pay no mind to it." he tried to shrug off me inquiry "And what about you? How have you been? Did the pellet wound heal yet?"

"No not yet, hopefully that cursed concoction your shaman is handling will fix me. I need to be out there helping. Sitting here like a cripple doesn't suit me!" Gin let out, his face contorting into a grimace as his wound started to ache.

"Relax, I'm confident you'll heal in no time at all. Isn't that right Moonfall?" he asked the girl next to him.
 
"Just hearing the ingredients makes me feel ill." Sigvald spoke from the background, and shifting his gaze to a familiar face resting on the bade next to the random knight "What do you think? Anticipating your medicine?" he said teasingly.

"Oh definitely, I can hardly contain myself." Gin said sarcastically, his messy black hair spread across the pillow. "But aside from my - soon to be defiled bowels and tongue - how was your journey? I heard you got into trouble."

The black knight scoffed dismissingly "No, there was no trouble. Well - maybe almost. But pay no mind to it." he tried to shrug off me inquiry "And what about you? How have you been? Did the pellet wound heal yet?"

"No not yet, hopefully that cursed concoction your shaman is handling will fix me. I need to be out there helping. Sitting here like a cripple doesn't suit me!" Gin let out, his face contorting into a grimace as his wound started to ache.

"Relax, I'm confident you'll heal in no time at all. Isn't that right Moonfall?" he asked the girl next to him.


Moonfall made sure to get a bit of the medicine, the one to drink and the one to treat directly on wounds.
"Yeah, everyone would be feeling great again. Just make sure to take frequent baths and try to remain clean," Moonfall confirmed. She had poured a bit of medicine onto a cloth, "Oh, and this part might sting, try not to move..."

Moonfall suddenly pressed the damp cloth against Gin's cut with a good deal of force. The medicine had to really soak into the wound in order to do its job properly. However, the medicine had a tendency to really hurt on a fresh wound. Especially when it really gets in there.

The lady then reached out for another clean piece of cloth with her free hand. Moonfall managed to swiftly wrap the cloth around Gin's wound. She was quick with it.

"So the medicine directly on the injury prevents infections. So any cursed sicknesses don't spread. And the medicine you drink is meant to keep your whole body protected." She explained to the knights. Then handed Gin his own cup to drink from. It wasn't much, "That allows the body's natural healing process to go undisturbed."
 
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