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[Parsely]

I can't see any reason why that could go wrong.

[Travisplo]

We can just cough without raising anything so we can cough normally. And only we can signal him, and only he will know this.

[Parsely]

Day One - Hours Left [9/12]

Dusk sets in and as the temperature drops, the guards untie the horse blanket and wrap it around them to keep out the cold.
Plisk shivers loudly in his tower.

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Station
Captain's Hut - A dried clay building that has a bed, a desk for important documents and a heavy wardrobe with a lock for clothing, weapons and other important items, as well as a wooden door for added privacy and safety
Barracks - A squat, open building made from wicker packed dirt that can comfortably house 20 men; also used to store arms and supplies
Small Tower - Three tall logs leant against one another and lashed together at the top; provides a vantage point for guards
Prison Box - Safely accommodates 1 prisoner
Well - A hole in the ground where water is drawn from

Personnel
--8 Green Militia--
Assal - Spear
Lola - Spear
Hon - Scimitar
Plisk - Autorifle, Scimitar
Jamai - Scimitar
Ghorma - Scimitar
Kensham - Laspistol
Haru - Marksman Pattern Lasrifle

Stores
Total Inventory
2 Spears
6 Scimitars
1 Lasrifle, Marksman Pattern
1 Laspistol
1 Autorifle
1 Starved Horse
1 Healthy Horse

In Storage
2 Scimitars
1 Silk
2 Fruit Wine

Procedure
- Allow merchants and natives
- Run the poor off
- Deal with others as you see fit
- Honour the Sultan

Spoiler: Character (click to show/hide)

Name: Azdna Shey
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing as tall as most men and with wiry muscles hiding beneath her skin of deep-bronze, not many suspect Azdna as female on the first glance. Her deeply inset pair of amber eyes is always ringed with black mascara - obviously needed in such a hostile enviroment. The smallish nose and lips might create a sense of womanly charm, were it not for the near-constant frown of the eyebrows that dissipate them from doing so. Reaching over the shoulderblades, her coalen hair is finely braided in a multitude of strands - and bound with a strip of leather, as not to impede in combat.
Background: Hailing from the streets of the sultanates capital, Azdna made her hardy living as cutpurse, take-and-run, occasional burglary - you name it. A small clash of daggers with a fellow street-urchin somehow acquired her the interest of a merchant, who after a few weeks of gauging and gaining her loyality (mostly through meals, mind her), set her up as his daughters' private guard - not trusting men to do so in fear of possible tarnish. After one was successfully and honourably married of some years later, the same merchant got Azdna a place with the guards. Let's just say that her insight and somewhat underhanded methods of fighting and going about things gave rise to some sort of recognition. Not one that did her good, with things being as they are now.

Possessions
Scimitar
Autorevolver
Order Deposition

[GiglameshDespair]

If we have any spare wood, make a fire near-ish the tower but not close enough things could combust if there was an accident. Keep a bucket of water handy just in case. This will provide light and heat for the three on the ground, while the horse blanket is give into Mr Tower. If they have clothes they can wear under their uniforms permit they to do so.

[Travisplo]

Make a rotating guard so that it changes every, say hour or 2, and the half on break can rest in the captains hut, or the barracks with the silk drapped over a wall or 2, and horse blankets To place over them while they are near the silk wall. Or, if there is any spare wood, use it to support the silk wall so it extends past the barracks, sort of like a tent, but with the entrance being the pinned up silk and wall meeting point.( Oh, and what's the proof on the wine?)

[Parsely]

Day One - Hours Left [9/12]

While everyone is busy constructing the fire, a pair of riders on jet black mounts wearing dark grey robes approach, nearly invisible in the near darkness. They don't carry any visible weapons, but the fact that they haven't revealed their identities and reached the post in complete silence sets everyone instantly on edge. Assal and Lola are still cradling bundles of dry grass in their arms when everyone realises they are there, and Plisk fumbles with his autorifle before shouldering it. You walk towards the two riders, revolver in hand. One of them holds up a hand and you falter, stopping in your tracks. Who are you? The man says in a clear, steady voice.

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Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Station
Captain's Hut - A dried clay building that has a bed, a desk for important documents and a heavy wardrobe with a lock for clothing, weapons and other important items, as well as a wooden door for added privacy and safety
Barracks - A squat, open building made from wicker packed dirt that can comfortably house 20 men; also used to store arms and supplies
Small Tower - Three tall logs leant against one another and lashed together at the top; provides a vantage point for guards
Prison Box - Safely accommodates 1 prisoner
Well - A hole in the ground where water is drawn from

Personnel
--8 Green Militia--
Assal - Spear
Lola - Spear
Hon - Scimitar
Plisk - Autorifle, Scimitar
Jamai - Scimitar
Ghorma - Scimitar
Kensham - Laspistol
Haru - Marksman Pattern Lasrifle

Stores
Total Inventory
2 Spears
6 Scimitars
1 Lasrifle, Marksman Pattern
1 Laspistol
1 Autorifle
1 Starved Horse
1 Healthy Horse

In Storage
2 Scimitars
1 Silk
2 Fruit Wine

Procedure
- Allow merchants and natives
- Run the poor off
- Deal with others as you see fit
- Honour the Sultan

Name: Azdna Shey
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing as tall as most men and with wiry muscles hiding beneath her skin of deep-bronze, not many suspect Azdna as female on the first glance. Her deeply inset pair of amber eyes is always ringed with black mascara - obviously needed in such a hostile enviroment. The smallish nose and lips might create a sense of womanly charm, were it not for the near-constant frown of the eyebrows that dissipate them from doing so. Reaching over the shoulderblades, her coalen hair is finely braided in a multitude of strands - and bound with a strip of leather, as not to impede in combat.
Background: Hailing from the streets of the sultanates capital, Azdna made her hardy living as cutpurse, take-and-run, occasional burglary - you name it. A small clash of daggers with a fellow street-urchin somehow acquired her the interest of a merchant, who after a few weeks of gauging and gaining her loyality (mostly through meals, mind her), set her up as his daughters' private guard - not trusting men to do so in fear of possible tarnish. After one was successfully and honourably married of some years later, the same merchant got Azdna a place with the guards. Let's just say that her insight and somewhat underhanded methods of fighting and going about things gave rise to some sort of recognition. Not one that did her good, with things being as they are now.

Possessions
Scimitar
Autorevolver
Order Deposition

[Travisplo]

"I am the captain of this trail guard post. One of several on this trail. May I ask who you gentlemen are?"

[GiglameshDespair]

"I am the Captain of this guard post, here to enforce the Sultan's laws and give honour to him through our deeds. Identify yourselves."

Like above, but leaving off anything about us being new and more forceful. Not rude-forceful, but firm-forceful.

[Travisplo]

I have this feeling that they are either diplomats, or spies. Maybe something else like that. It's just that they carry themselves that way to me. A clear, steady voice makes a good diplomat, or a good way for a spy to get out of a difficult situation. But lets listen for now. For what they have to say in reply.

[Parsely]

Day One - Hours Left [9/12]

You've hardly finished your challenge when he responds, loud enough to make your heart skip a beat. He retains a steady, uncompromising tone as he addresses you. Captain, you will let me pass immediately. I am an enforcer belonging to the sultan in pursuit of a pair of deliquents. In fact.. He cocks his head. Perhaps you've seen them come this way?

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Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Station
Captain's Hut - A dried clay building that has a bed, a desk for important documents and a heavy wardrobe with a lock for clothing, weapons and other important items, as well as a wooden door for added privacy and safety
Barracks - A squat, open building made from wicker packed dirt that can comfortably house 20 men; also used to store arms and supplies
Small Tower - Three tall logs leant against one another and lashed together at the top; provides a vantage point for guards
Prison Box - Safely accommodates 1 prisoner
Well - A hole in the ground where water is drawn from

Personnel
--8 Green Militia--
Assal - Spear
Lola - Spear
Hon - Scimitar
Plisk - Autorifle, Scimitar
Jamai - Scimitar
Ghorma - Scimitar
Kensham - Laspistol
Haru - Marksman Pattern Lasrifle

Stores
Total Inventory
2 Spears
6 Scimitars
1 Lasrifle, Marksman Pattern
1 Laspistol
1 Autorifle
1 Starved Horse
1 Healthy Horse

In Storage
2 Scimitars
1 Silk
2 Fruit Wine

Procedure
- Allow merchants and natives
- Run the poor off
- Deal with others as you see fit
- Honour the Sultan

Name: Azdna Shey
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing as tall as most men and with wiry muscles hiding beneath her skin of deep-bronze, not many suspect Azdna as female on the first glance. Her deeply inset pair of amber eyes is always ringed with black mascara - obviously needed in such a hostile enviroment. The smallish nose and lips might create a sense of womanly charm, were it not for the near-constant frown of the eyebrows that dissipate them from doing so. Reaching over the shoulderblades, her coalen hair is finely braided in a multitude of strands - and bound with a strip of leather, as not to impede in combat.
Background: Hailing from the streets of the sultanates capital, Azdna made her hardy living as cutpurse, take-and-run, occasional burglary - you name it. A small clash of daggers with a fellow street-urchin somehow acquired her the interest of a merchant, who after a few weeks of gauging and gaining her loyality (mostly through meals, mind her), set her up as his daughters' private guard - not trusting men to do so in fear of possible tarnish. After one was successfully and honourably married of some years later, the same merchant got Azdna a place with the guards. Let's just say that her insight and somewhat underhanded methods of fighting and going about things gave rise to some sort of recognition. Not one that did her good, with things being as they are now.

Possessions
Scimitar
Autorevolver
Order Deposition

[GiglameshDespair]

"Do you have identification? We have been forced to slay a pair of brigands today already. Perhaps they are the ones you seek."

Continue asking for some kind of proof. Show him the corpses of the two bandits we killed earlier.

[Travisplo]

Knew it. But yeah, let's do ^ this.

[Aseaheru]

Friggin ninjas.

Ask id he has a chit, and also for a description of them IF it matches the two bandits show them to him.

[Travisplo]

Friggin ninjas.

Ask id he has a chit, and also for a description of them IF it matches the two bandits show them to him.

What do ya mean, ninja's? It was 2 hours ago.

[Aseaheru]

I got ninjaed by my computer. When i retured there where four responses since when I had last attempted t
It got me again.