Post by dangerouschinchilla on Jan 6, 2016 18:59:52 GMT
(OOC: oh.... I thought he was asking for rolls , lol)
Chin looked thoughtfully at Autumn, and at Davok, and then replied, "'It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.' I suggest we make it to our destination as soon as possible so as to spend the least amount of time in these wastes as we can. Perhaps we could take turns driving the cart while the rest of us sleep in the back....on the sacks of feed." He looked doubtful at the bedding situation, but Chin spoke with confidence and wisdom, like a sage.
As each of your gazes passes over the sandy dune landscape while you ponder whether or not to proceed, you each have a sudden realization and take a look back at Chin's heavy-laden mule-drawn cart. Chin in particular knows for a fact that it is likely that the cart will get stuck in the sand as you travel through the wastes.
"Umm... how are we going to get this cart across the desert? I don't suppose any of you have some hidden magic that you're hiding away." Autumn scratched his chin (OOC: Not that Chin) and an idea popped into his head. "Well, the leader of house Wren can overcome any obstacle!" He points at the wheels. "As a child I loved to go sledding in the winter down hills. I'm not sure quite why sleds were so good at sliding down the hills and brush, but I know merchants and everyone else with a cart hated the snow."
"So what if we take the wheels off and use the cart like a sled?"
Post by dangerouschinchilla on Jan 9, 2016 1:05:33 GMT
Chin stroked his chin contemplatively as well, "Yes I had similar thoughts myself. I worry, however, that the axles would drag too much and dig into the sand making the pull just as difficult. But yes, I think we are on the right track with a sled idea, a way to distribute the weight on the sand."
After pulling the cart a little further towards the sand, Chin goes to work on removing the wheels. It takes about an hour since he has to unload the cart and unhitch the mule first. Milo helps Chin pull off a couple of the boards from the lower sides of the cart and strap them to the bottom with rope, turning them into makeshift skis. They then load the cart back up (wheels included), hitch Maluo back up and are ready to go. His work finished, Milo decides he would rather sleep through the night and hops in the cart for a nice, long nap.
After about an hour of pulling the cart up and down the sandy dunes, Maluo is looking a little worse for wear. Chin knows his mule, however, and knows what to do when he gets like this. It takes almost constant ministering and consoling but Chin manages to keep Maluo moving and the party manages to continue on through the night without any significant loss of time. None of the natural residents of the wastes (if there are any) choose to bother them this night.
As the sun crests over the horizon Davok announces that they are still a few miles out from the area where the ruins are supposed to be found. Maluo is obviously exhausted and the rest of the party (except Milo) is starting show signs of fatigue after traveling through the night without any sleep...
Post by dangerouschinchilla on Jan 9, 2016 15:55:02 GMT
Chin examines his mule and the party in solemn silence as they trudge on. It was a long hard night, and one spent at his behest. They needed rest, and though it pained him, he knew that Maluo wouldn't last much longer. She had already out performed any expectations he had.
"Friends. Perhaps we should take a breather here. I know we are close and I too desire to reach our destination, but I fear Maluo's exhaustion will get the better of her. I also fear that if we press on, we will be unable to handle any residents or defenses left to guard against future raiders. I think a short rest here will be necessary. Perhaps Milo could keep a precautionary eye out for any danger?"
Autumn yawned. "A quick nap is just what we need. Milo, you've already been sleeping, I think Chin has a point that you are probably the one best suited to keep a lookout." Autumn hops in the back of the cart and makes a small prayer before removing his armor for that extra bit of comfort. "Haven't slept in such an uncomfortable place in a while. No offense, Chin."
Autumn tossed and turned, but with so much packed it became apparent that sleep wasn't coming anytime soon. "Hey, Chin, what is an old man like yourself doing in The Second Militia anyway? Shouldn't you be trying to have a family? Settle down and find some decent work?"
Post by dangerouschinchilla on Jan 9, 2016 20:19:12 GMT
Chin lay in his sleeping bag, half buried in the sand to stay cool, kept his eyes closed as he conversed with Autumn.
"No offense taken, tis a wagon not a homestead." Moments later, Autumn, restless, spoke again, rousing Chin from his near slumbers. "That is a good question, M'Lord, one that I oft ask myself. For forty years, I served, I lived, and I gave my life to the Shou army. I was a fine soldier and a great leader and was highly valued. All of my time was spent in planning and waging wars. I never had time to settle down, never met anyone to make a life with. When I was retired, I had no home, no one to go to. So I bought a cart and Maluo here and we travelled west. Past all my conquered lands, past any land I had ever seen, travelling with caravans selling teas and cakes. Travelling with the caravans I frequently had to defend against raiders and vagabonds. No one suspects the old chef man to wield a rapier as well as I. My skills were brought to the second militia by way of recommendation. Some militia members fell and were injured in a raid and I tended to them and returned them to the office where I was offered a job. Welcoming an opportunity to still travel and sell my wares and then get paid for doing that made sense to me. Gives me an opportunity to help people."
Some moments pass, "What about you? what brings you out to the sands fighting someone else's fight?"
"Someone else's fight?" Autumn chuckles at the sky. "Sure, they might hire us, they might use us as nothing more than tools. But every great leader knows how to win in both peace and war. My house is at peace." Autumn holds his arms up to stretch them. "And out here is the war. Once I leave the Seconds, I'll have all the skills to rightfully lead house Wren. Bards will sing tales, I'll have a nice lass to marry, money from the lands serfs tend, power from our allies. All of my family's dreams will finally come true."
"I'm so used to killing beasts, giant boars, stags, bears, all trophies and pelts littering the halls." He sighs in thought. "But here it's hard to tell the men from the beasts. And sometimes I wonder 'are they the beasts or are we?'. What do you think, wise soldier?"
Milo takes being volunteered for lookout duty in stride, happily taking his place atop a nearby dune so he can have a better view. Davok situates his bedroll near the outside of the cart so as to have a bit of shade as the sun rises. He doesn't go to sleep right away, taking advantage of the daylight to go over some of his maps and notes while half listening to the conversation between Autumn and Chin, lightly chuckling to himself when Chin nods off during Autumn's tangent. A few minutes later, Autumn passes out as well.
Autumn wakes with a start, apparently having had some kind of terrible dream. Looking around, Chin and Davok are still asleep. It is late afternoon, almost too late. You would estimate you have been asleep for around 9 to 10 hours. Looking over to where Milo was before you went to sleep, you see him still sitting there atop the dune facing away from you. You hear what sounds like labored breathing coming from him.
Eyes bolt open as Autumn jumps up with a cold sweat and a sickly stomach. Collecting his senses, he realizes that he's safely in the cart, companions on bedrolls. Except for Milo. Autumn just barely notices that something is amiss with Milo, and it doesn't sound good. "Milo? Milo!" Hopping out of the cart, he climbs his way towards the top of the dune to see what the problem could be. "Everyone get up, up, up!" Autumn yells.
But as Autumn climbs the dune, he slows, a chill riding down his back. Eventually, he stops about two dozen feet away from the top. "Someone help him!" is all he can manage before he chokes up.
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Post by dangerouschinchilla on Jan 10, 2016 20:34:01 GMT
Chin bolts up, light crossbow in hand ready to shoot at something. Becoming lucid in a moment, he springs out of bed, with groan, but still quite spry for someone of his age, and runs off to Autumn and Milo. Dropping to his knees before the aged Gnome, "Milo? Milo?" Through checking vitals, (pulse, breaths, eye moments, other reactions) Chin attempts to figure out what is wrong with Milo, and resuscitate if able or needed.
Davok wakes up immediately when Autumn calls out. Peeking around the corner of the cart he watches with concern as Chin zips up the dune past Autumn, positioning himself in front of Milo to look him over. It doesn't look good. His skin looks clammy and his once vibrant, clear eyes have turned a dull, milky white. Reaching over to check his pulse the prognosis becomes clear. Not so much from the lack of a pulse but from his violent reaction as he attempts to cave your face in with his fist.
Davok draws his rapier and tries to clamber up the dune. Chin is taken aback by the sudden violent outburst as Milo's clammy fist connects with his face. The short delay is enough for Milo to make another attack.