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[theyamikami]

Dressed as a servant, I make sure to be in the reception party for the ambassador. I keep a knife and a poisoned needle on my person.

[Coolrune206]

As the meaning of his captor's words sunk in, he looked at the knife. He felt a tingly feeling, and soon after promptly passed out, slumping to the ground.

[DontBanTheMan]

( I need a post from Cheesecake within the next day. His, Saber's, and Coolrune's arcs are currently active; yami's and guin's are waiting until events catch up. )

Sael:
Dressed as a servant, you head upstairs to check to see who the visitor is. To your mild surprise, the ambassador has arrived; two days earlier than expected. Equipped with a knife and poisoned needle, you start blending into the servants, making certain that you'll be included in the party for the ambassador's arrival. Should be a few hours until dinner, though.


Private Torth:
The next thing you know, you're shaken awake by a sharp bump. Despite looking around frantically, you can't make anything out; a blindfold is wrapped around your eyes snugly. It's apparent that you're on a wagon of some sort, but you have no clue where you're going or why.

You must've instinctively lashed out when you woke up, because you can hear someone else stirring in the wagon.

[Coolrune206]

"W-w-w-where am I? Where are we going?"

[DontBanTheMan]

Private Torth:
"No idea. I figure we're either headed back to their homeland, or they're launching an attack on Keyburn. Either way, it doesn't look good." You begin to breath heavily, afraid of wherever and whatever these men are taking you. You feel a hand on your shoulder, "Calm down...we might be able to get out of this alive." he whispers, "I think we're in the rear; if we could get loose, we might be able to get word back to the Commander."

You nod, swallow heavily, and try to keep your nerves in check. "Listen, if you see a chance to get away you take it. Don't think about anything other than getting word to Hussar. You hear me?"

[Coolrune206]

"I'm not leaving without you. You are coming with me."

[SaberToothTiger]

Thomas decided to tell Gauss what's up."Hey, Gauss! Mind if you come 'ere for a second?" The corporal pulled his subordinate to the side for a second. "Well, ya see... We're probably going to be the Vanguard in this battle. Could you do me a favor and deliver those news to Cobble and Harsh later as rumors?"

[DontBanTheMan]

(( I've been busy with graduation and classes; expect more frequent updates from now on. ))

Private Torth:
The other man sighs, "Should've expected such a reaction after what happened earlier." he pauses, leaving you in silence for a minute or two.

"So what's your name, son?"


Corporal Higgins:
Gauss doesn't really seem all that surprised at the news, and nods, "Can do, Corporal. So the Veterans have decided to sit in the rear and let us do all the heavy lifting? Surprise, surprise."


Commander Hussar:
You knock on the door of the officer's quarters, and after a few moments it swings inward. Your eyes meet Lieutenant Butcher's huge, grinning face as he motions you inside, "Welcome, Commander! What brings you to this neck of the woods?" Glancing around the room, you notice Lieutenant Barley and Lieutenant Gray are also present. You don't see any sign of your First Lieutenant, however.

[SaberToothTiger]

Higgins looked more miserable than ever, the thought of being the first to charge prepared, veteran enemy divisions with a band of dirt covered rookies not giving him a second of rest. "Fuck 'em. We'll manage."
If I have an occasion to have any shut-eye, I take it.

[Coolrune206]

"Torth. Eifron Torth. Now let's get off this cart."

[Parsely]

Hussar glanced at his pocket watch. Where's Cornice? He said to no one in particular.

[DontBanTheMan]

( Probably not a LOT of updates today; I have plans. However, expect updates tomorrow and Sunday. )

Private Torth:
"Easier said than done."

The two of you wait in the cart for what seems like hours; through careful manipulation, you and your fellow soldier manage to push your blindfolds further up your head, uncovering your eyes and allowing the two of you to survey your surroundings. A guard marches ahead and to the side of you, but it appears there is nobody behind you. Upon further inspection of the cart and your restraints, it appears that your feet are tied to a pole jutting out of the middle of it. Both your hands and feet are bound.

Throughout the journey, you can make out snippets of conversation, "Ambassador...kill them and...seize the Hills." Soldiers singing can also be heard; they appear to be singing Karrow's national anthem, as far as you can tell.

Cornice nudges you with his foot and whispers, "I think we can probably get out of these restraints if we're quiet...atleast the foot bindings. We gotta get out of here before we arrive at who-knows-where." Speaking of which, it was starting to get dark; if the group were to stop, it would probably be soon...


Corporal Higgins:
You sleep soundly throughout the night; the valley's faint whistling noise being drowned out by one of the other horners. You awake in the morning, feeling refreshed though still shaken from the knowledge that you'll be in the vanguard.  After a quick breakfast, the column gets moving again. "Next stop, Keyburn. Marching formation, men!" shouts the commander. A hearty cheer goes up from the ranks.


Commander Hussar:
Butcher shrugs, "He hasn't arrived back from patrol yet, sir. Not to say that's particularly surprising; the snow must have made it difficult for his unit to stay on track."

[Coolrune206]

"I think we can do this quickly if we do it right...  push your legs as far apart as you can, stretch 'em out, and face me. I'll see if I can just kick through them."

Get his food bindings off first, then have him focus on mine.

[SaberToothTiger]

And now we wait. I really hope the battle is not today. I really hope the battle is not today...

Follow the column. At least try to encourage the men around me with a good horning.

[DontBanTheMan]

Private Torth:
Despite significant effort, you do not manage to kick off his restraints. The material used to bind it is just too tough, and you can't put enough force behind your kicks to break it. Fortunately, none of the guards notice your attempts to free each other. Before long, night has fallen - and the unit keeps moving. It appears that they will not be stopping for the night. "Dammit, this isn't working. Turn around, might be able to get your hand restraints undone."


Corporal Higgins:
You continue to march with the column, encouraging the men with your cheery tunes. The company was only a few hours from Keyburn; hopefully there wasn't an enemy force occupying it when you got there (arc paused; wait for the others to catch up).