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[King_of_the_weasels]

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You do know that Palisades are pretty much 100% wood right? There's like one example were they aren't 10o% and that's clay.. plastered over wood.

Edit: then again we can just assume you're talking gibberish.

[EveryZig]

After following the dwarf for a short time, Sven realized that he had gone with the wrong group, as the Lieutenant was the one who was supposed to give them their gear. Embarrassing and inconvenient, but he figured trying to change groups now wouldn't help things.
Woodworking wasn't really Sven's thing, but he supposed it wouldn't hurt to look for problems with the wall.

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I am starting to think my posting when I am low on sleep may lead to absentmindedness becoming an actual character trait of Sven.

[King DZA]

Rising to his feet and dusting himself off, D'zelik felt he now at least had a good idea of his immediate surroundings. He then began to wonder whether or not the lieutenant noticed that he only had one other soldier following him when he left, despite clearly thinking he had called upon two separate names. It would certainly explain why he was taking so long.

In order to ensure they didn't have to stand around doing nothing for much longer, and also to try and get a better feel for the town layout, D'zelik grabbed his things off the ground and headed in the direction he last saw the lieutenant walking in, to see if he was still in need of any help.

[Tiruin]

Leiara tapped her foot on the rough ground, waiting was getting them nowhere. The Lieutenant wanted to give them a tour if they had time, but there was none for training and such. She didn't even get to see what enemies they were supposed to be up against, other than the stench that hung in the air. Waiting was also, boring.

She turned towards the man beneath the 'Tavern'. "Hail, friend. Are you a citizen of this town?" She stepped up towards him, admiring his work with the knife. "Excuse me for inquiring, but is all this 'normal'? Or is this place a zone of respite from the battle?" She glanced around for the Lieutenant, he was taking his time.

[thatkid]

With the Captain...
(2, 8+1, 10+1+2)
Flint is rather brusque in his duties, but nonetheless spends a good amount of time examining each section before moving on.
The palisade is mostly made of wood, and has clearly been hastily thrown together. In this haste to build it, the soldiers have made use of a low-lying stone wall that was likely once used by shepherds and farmers, or perhaps just as a simple marking for the road. As near as Fibleck can tell, this support is in rather good condition despite having been weathered by years of existence.
Sarek, on the other hands, notices that several of the planks of wood that make up the palisade have begun to rot. In fact, he recognizes signs of what can only be a termite infestation in several areas of this rot...though they are rather minuscule.
Sven, meanwhile, has not only noticed this infestation and rot but something else: If one were to follow the rot to the base, where the palisade intersects with the stone wall, the stone has become cracked. A thick red moss has begun to grow there.
All three of you cannot help but notice that some of the wood has been burnt, and that blood has begun to dry in several places.
"Ahoy, Toby." a voice rings out, coming from a lithe, sun-haired man with long pointed ears who stands nearby. A great-bow, covered in intricate markings, hangs across his back beside a quiver full of black-shafted arrows and intricate tattoos cover his tanned skin. He glances to the Human, Dwarf, and Gnome and gives you each a curt nod in turn. "These your new ones, then?"
Your Captain gives him a sneer of derision, before glancing back at you- there's a noticeable softening in the sneer as he does, though it remains all the same. "Alis." he finally greets the man after a moment, choosing not to answer the question as he turns back to examining this portion of the wall.

With the Lieutenant...
(8)
Following his quick mapping and memorizing of the area, D'zelik feels as if he may be better suited to making use of the tactics of the village- or at least this portion of it. ((OOC: This means that he'll gain some sort of small bonus to rolls regarding the layout of the area, provided it doesn't change much. It may come in handy!))
He quickly rushes away to follow Lieutenant Ward into the General Store. Once within, the Lieutenant can be seen muttering angrily as he walks away from a bald, apron-wearing gnome female, who stands behind the counter, and further into the store. Cooper Young, a nondescript young human, slowly follows behind. "Alright, uh...grab some of those packs there, they should be full and ready to go. Canteens, too, we'll need about ten." Lieutenant Ward explains, glancing back to you both. "I...uh...do either of you know how many people in the group need weaponry? Cooper? Young?"
"Ah...'m Cooper Young, sir. Think y' got the names mixed up." the human replies, "That there gob's name is D'sellicks."
The Lieutenant's eyes widen in surprise.

Outside the Tavern...
The bearded man looks up, quietly passing the finished horse to one of the nearby children. "Oh, I wouldn't say I live here." he replies, voice calm as a still pool of water, "But I've been here long enough to answer any questions you might have."
He smiles, wrinkles forming around his eyes, "I wouldn't say anything about this is normal. You know..." he pauses, standing up and moving away from the group of children before speaking in a hushed voice, "Used to be a pretty lively place, Oakrest. A lot of good people died, though, on the front."
He sighs sadly, looking to the children behind him before continuing on, "It's more or less a respite now, though, if you'd like to call it that. We use it as a bit of a base for launching operations- used to use it to resupply the Oakrest Fort before it fell. Might I be so bold as to ask for your name, young Lady? By the looks of you and the people you're here with, you're here to fight."

[EveryZig]

"Captain, a section of the wall seems infested with a concentration of rot, termites, and some kind of red moss growing from sizable cracks in the foundation. The presence of all of these in one place seems more than coincidental."

[Flintus10]

As the captain snubs the elven man Sarek steps forwards  "We are indeed the new recruits friend. I assume that you and our captain are somehow acquainted? I think that you should both probably know that these palisades will have definitely seen better days. He points towards the rotted sections. " Our small friend is right, surely something must be done about this? Captain?"

[Tiruin]

Leiara regarded the man, tilting her head a bit to the side, and smiled. "I am Leiara Talderin, a huntress of the Felian Clans. Every hand that could wield a weapon or craft a pole was sent, or as far as I know, to help in the battles.

"I am here to fight, but with good reason to. I'm under the command of one Lieutenant Ward, who is busy getting supplies. Is there anything that you know about our foe? And before I forget, may I ask of your name too?"

[King_of_the_weasels]

Wesley leaned against fence of the bar's veranda.  "Hey." said a young voice, "Hey Mister!" the voice repeated.
"What?" Wesley barked at the young kid next to him.  The boy couldn't of been any older then nine.
"Are you a soldier?" the kid asked.
"No kid, I'm dressed like this cause I'm spying for the Masked Man." he replied dryly as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
"Really?" The kid asked. Wesley sighed.
"No." Wesley placed a cigarette between his lips and sparked a match. The kid looked over his shoulder then back at Wesley.
"Can I have one?"
"One what?" Wesley mumbled as he lit the tip.
"One of those" pointing at the cigarette.
"What? No kid."
"Why not?"
"Cause they're bad for you, that's why."
"Then why do you smoke them?"
"Cause I'm a bad man." Wesley spoke readily as he shook the cinders from his fag.
"No you're not!" the kid insisted almost as readily.
"Oh and I assume your some sort of expert on strangers?"
"You're a soldier, soldiers are good men." the kid spoke half assured. Wesley couldn't help but laugh at his naivety.
"Heh, sure kid."
"My pa was a soldier."
"I'm sure he was a great man." said Wesley condescendingly.  The kid looked down, clenching his tiny fists.
"At least he weren't no coward!" he yelled. Wesley squatted down to eye level, staring the kid in the eyes, cigarette between his fingers.
"What makes you say I'm a coward?"
"I.. I can just tell you are." the kid stuttered, but held his ground.  Wesley smirked, and stood back up.
"Can't you go bother your parents kid?" The kid looked back at the ground and didn't respond,"No... no of course you couldn't." Wesley said as he ran his fingers through his hair rubbing the back of his head.
"What's your name mister?" the kid asked not looking back up.
"Wesley."
"Are you gonna kill those things Mr. Wesley?" the kid asked staring up at him. Wesley sighed.
"I'm certainly gonna try kid." 'Not that I have much of a choice'.  Wesley could tell the kid was trying his best to hold back the tears.  The kid turned his head away from Wesley.
"Good." he said as he ran off.  Wesley watched the kid leave before looking at the burnt stub of his cigarette, dropping it to the ground and stomping it out.

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Gave myself something to do.

[King DZA]

A look of slight irritation could be seen on D'zelik's face as his name was yet again mispronounced. He might have bothered trying to elaborate it's proper pronunciation, but judging by the accents many of the people here seemed to have, his name would probably come out a mangled mess regardless of how they tried to say it.

"The little one. He's going to need some kind of weapon. Armor, too.", said D'zelik, grabbing several canteens off of the store shelves.

[EveryZig]

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Would the following item be fairly simple to produce with my current level of magic:
Mage Fuse- A small stick or twig about an inch long that, when a command word (determined at item creation) is spoken, catches fire like a match, burning until consumed by the fire or extinguished. The pseudo-enchantment lasts for one day before going inert.

[Phantom of The Library]

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Woops, misread, I though we were looking at a wall.  Am I right in that Fibleck has not yet noticed the crack?

[thatkid]

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You are right in that. Fibleck either hasn't noticed the crack, or is only looking at a spot where there is no crack.
EveryZig: That looks like a rather simple first circle spell...so yes, once you've got a spellbook containing the rituals and words required.

[King_of_the_weasels]

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*refresh refresh refresh* Siiiigh

[thatkid]

With the Lieutenant...
Lieutenant Ward nods. "Aye, alright. Uh...you two mind grabbing the covering? Leather armor's found in the back, over there. I'll get the rifles and shot, and a few swords."

He turns and moves down one aisle. Cooper shrugs, and begins to head off. As he goes, he attempts to make some small amount of conversation "So, goblin, yer from the desert?"

Outside the Tavern...
The bearded man glances past Leiara to watch Wesley's conversation with the child, though he occasionally glances back to the elf to indicate his attention. "It's a pleasure, Miss Talderin. Would I knew any Felarian, and knew what your name meant...you can tell a lot about a person that way. Lieutenant Ward serves under Captain Flint, if I'm not mistaken? He's a...capable swordsman, Flint."

He pauses a moment, thinking. When he speaks again his voice is distant. "What do I know about the enemy? They're different...that's for sure, and certainly terrifying. Some men," he glances in the general direction of Wesley for a brief moment, "need more motivation than just honor or glory to fight these sort."

"I'd tell you about their weaknesses, what we know and what we don't know," he pauses and takes a deep breath, "but each one's different, we've found. Some go down faster if you destroy the head, others'll keep going till nothing's left. I'm sure either Lieutenant Ward or Captain Flint will explain things once you're in the field, you'll learn faster that way, but if there's any kind of tactics or organization involved with them it's a safe bet there's someone else nearby calling the shots. A necromancer, maybe, or just one of the few intelligent ones. Don't let that fool you, though...they're just as dangerous when they don't know what they're doing. Maybe more so."

With the Captain...
Captain Flint steps closer to the wall where Sven and Sarek have pointed out the weaknesses. He squints, leaning in. "Yes...I have noticed that as well. It will be rep-"
He is cut off by Alis. "Interesting! Most don't notice the blood moss until they know to look for it," the elf comments, grinning, "Eyes of a hawk, gnome! Eyes, of a hawk."
Flint shoots him a glare, and then continues unabated: "...reported, as usual. Perhaps something will be done about it this time."
"Ahh...you can't blame the workers, Toby," Alis replies casually, "With the recent attacks, it's a bit hard to get the lumber they need."

The elf shrugs, turning away from Flint before the lean man can muster a reply, and speaking to Sarek directly. "Ah, friend? I suppose we can be friends, sir! I am Captain Alis," he offers a flourishing bow, "But you may call me Alis. We are newly made friends after all! And you three might be?"

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Was waiting for everyone to reply.
Then I realized everyone had replied, after a fashion. heh...