Post by marijn on Jun 11, 2012 10:50:32 GMT
Since I can't remember any real events, I decided I will make them on my own, Here is the sixth of the series. The characters are inspired on you... But well, the events here never happened. Enjoy! (You can once again, only if you log in, download the PDF at the end)
Tales of the Stormwind Regiment
Marijn pushed a stack of paper to the side of the table he was sitting on and rested his head on the dark wood of the table. He coudn’t help but think about that poor Irene, thou the only victim of the gas attack was her, her injuries were quite severe. She now lied in a bed at the cathedral, a few priests looking over her. Somehow, it felt like it was his fault, if only he had dragged her along that evening, she woudn’t have been there at the attack. Then again, he coudn’t have foreseen it, and the attack could have just as much happend at the bar he was in.... Yet, if that happend he’d atleast have a clue on who did it. Once again they had no culprit, no eye-witnesses of anyone. Three attacks in a row, and still they had no clue who could have done it. Marijn grabbed a pile of papers and glanced at them. The paper said ‘Wanted, dead or alive’ and under it a picture drawn from the description he had written to the drawer. It kind of looked like him, but just a little off... He coudn’t blame the artist thou, he himself coudn’t do it any better. Underneath the picture stood the reward of a hundered gold pieces. Thou is was a drastic measure to place a bounty so high on someone, it had to be done. If this continued even more innocent people would be harmed by the will of a single man. And that was certainly not what he wanted. Under all other things on the poster stood a line with ‘Information that can lead to his arrest will be rewarded.’ He just hoped that there would be anyone, that might have seen him.
The day after he had put up the posters plenty of people came in, and reported they had seen the man. While multiple people spoke of the man residing in duskwood, the same amount of people spoke of the man residing in the Redridge mountains. While more reports came in, all wanting the reward a set of places was spoken. The places the man had been seen or heard about the most had been Duskwood, Redridge Mountains, Arathi Highlands and the Alteric Mountains. Some reports were about Westfall but it seemed unlikely that he would be there, since Marijn lived there he checked up regualarly, there were also some places in Kalimdor. And so Marijn gathered a group of scouts.
“Fall in!” Ilyanain yelled harshly. A group of twenty man formed two lines infront of her. Both lines counting ten people. All of them wore the same blueish leather as Irene. While their clothes were all the same, their weapons differs from each other. While normal guards are forced to use the regular sword and shield, the scouts wore the weapon they were most comfortable with. And that counted from swords, daggers and pikes. To maces, hammers and axes. Ilyanain glanced at the pile of papers he got earlier from Marijn and sighed. Why did it had to be him that adressed them... Normally they would let the head of the scouts handle it, but seeing it currently was Irene, that was a no go. On the paper stood wich of the scouts went where. And for every scout an induvidual paper on wich the mission was written together with things they should look out for. It was good that Marijn had taken some initiative to getting this man, but sending out nearly all the scouts seemed abit dire. “Right, when I call out you’re name, come forward and i’ll give you the direction you’ll be headed. I hope you understand that you are to stay hidden from anyone. The target we are after may not know we are after him, and besides from that, he is very, very dangerous. Do not engage with you’re group. Instead head back to Stormwind and give us the information so we can get him... Understood?” from the group sounded a all in one ‘Sir, yes sir.’ Ilyanain nodded slightly and cleared his throat “Alright, first up... Scouts Yetch, Crowblade, Raindow and Detcher. Come on up, you four will be headed towards Redridge Mountain.” The four grouped up infront of Ilyanain and all received a few papers with the mission and some other importent things. “Right, go get you’re things ready. You’ll be leaving this afternoon.”
A while later after all the scouts had been given their mission and where they had to go, Ilyanain went back inside and met up with Marijn. “Say, do you think the scouts will find someone?” Marijn glanced over his shoulder before scribling something down on a paper and showing it to him. Ilyanain glanced at the paper wich read ‘If they can’t find him, who will?’ He shrugged slightly. “I guess you’re right about that... But what if he’s here in Stormwind?” Marijn stood up and smiled widely. He placed his finger up at the sound of the second bell. “What about the bells?” Marijn smirked and walked down the stairway and gestured him along. Downstairs it was already crowded, more then normal. Even outside the command center it was crowded with guards. Marijn wrote something down on his paper and showed it to him. ‘If he’s in the city, we’ll just have to find him, right?’ Ilyanain nodded and together the two walked outside. Marijn held up a note again ‘If you will?’ he nodded slightly and placed his hands around his mouth before yelling “Privates of the Stormwind Regiment, Fall in outside!” After the yell a line of guards marched out the command center. Forming four lines of ten people per line. Fourty guards, ready to search the streets. Normally the command to gather every private is not allowed, most of them are bussy doing other importent things for the city, but this time... It had to be done.
“Alright.” Ilyanain said. “Today we have an importent thing to do, after multiple wild assaults from what we beleive is the same man, we will do a troughout search for the whole city... Everyone will be split up in groups and search their own sector. You will not engage should you find the enemy, he is considered extremely dangerous. We will infact be searching every home, please ask for their co-operation. If not, use a little force. Just don’t end up hurting anyone... I will now continue to split everyone in to teams and you will receive further information from the one in charge of you’re group.”
After the groups had been split up Marijn stood together with his group at the Trade District. After having searched more homes then they usually do in a year they had completed their section and went back to the command center. As expected he wasn’t hiding in the city... There could be some news from the other groups who were still searching, but he doubted it. No sane person would stay in the city while constantly attacking it. Once arrived at the command center he sat down with his group. Thou it was incredebly annoying dealing with certain citizens who refuse to co-operate, one of his privates had done a particular good job. He remembered him from some time ago. Private Dorian Dreadwood... He was the one who had managed to calm down a group of pissed off citizens when there were no superiors nearby. The citizens had most likely started a riot if it wasn’t for him. And now, during the searches he had conviced most of the citizens to calmly let them search their homes. While others just tried to force their ways in. Yet, this was not the time to be concerned about promotions or the likes... Now, they had to find the cold hearted killer that had been roaming around. If non of the groups would find him here, then all they could do is rely on the scouts. The soonest they would be returning was in a week... Till then they just had to sit tight. He glanced around the group who were all patiently staring at him and sighed before scrabling something down and showing it to them. The second they read it they jumped up, trew a salute at him before walking up the stairs towards the dressing room. Marijn sighed slightly and rubbed the back of his head.
Marijn glanced at the Cathedral and let out a inner sigh. After a while of waiting it had become clear that he wasn’t found in Stormwind, and the rest of the guards had been send away to finish whatever they were doing. Only a few groups were still searching their sectors. It was a pain to wait for the results of the scouts, but in the mean time he could visit Irene... Ever since the gas attack she had been unconcious, but he had gotten word that she had woken up a hour ago. And so here he was... Infront of the cathedral, ready to walk in... He stood there, glancing at the place like a statue. After a few minutes of blankly staring at it he noticed people were staring blankly at him. Wondering what the guard was up to. He sighed and walked in, why was he feeling so nervous in meeting her, he had ran over the situation... It wasn’t his fault she ended up here, far from it... Yet it still felt like it... After a few greetings from the disciples and after receiveing a free book over the Holy Anethion, Marijn finally made his way to Irene.
He slowly shoved into the chamber, he had imagined some people would be here that basked in the fact that she was alright. Yet there was no one, no friends nor family... She looked up as she heard someone enter her chamber. She greeted him with a faint smile. Marijn grabbed his notebook and shredded of a page. It was good he wrote some things before entering. ‘How are you feeling?’ it said. Her smile dissapeared for a second before she forced it back on her face. “Ohh... I’m alright... My left arm is a little less thou... When I woke up I haven’t been able to move it...” Marijn was shocked, that the gas had such a awfull side effect. And all becouse he wasn’t there on time, again he failed to protect his privates... Marijn sat down on a chair next to her bed and let out a faint smile. He shredded another piece of paper of before showing it. ‘I’m sorry for what happend’ it said. She glanced at Marijn and saw trough the fake everlasting smile on his lips. “You coudn’t help it... I had just bad luck...” She glanced at her arm and once again pushed up her smile. Both of them knew that without her arm she would have to quit being a scout. Marijn scrabled something down unto a paper before showing it to her. ‘Just rest, i’ll get the one who did it.’ Marijn smiled faintly and stood up, Irene was going to say something but she didn’t know precicely what to say. And so Marijn walked off. Leaving her all alone.
“Sir, sir!?” Marijn glanced around and saw a private running towards him. It was the one he had met a couple of times before, private Dorian Dreadwood. Once he finally arrived at Marijn he stopped for a second and rested on his knee’s, catching his breath. He then looked up and spoke, a tired but strong voice “Sir, you got to come back to the command center, they caught the one who started the gas attack on the command center!” Marijn perked an eyebrow and without any hesitation walked along with him.
After hearing about how a group of privates together with Lance Corporal Cadaemus found some sort of lab where they produced the gas, and then arrrested someone Marijn had went straight towards the cells. He entered the cell and looked around. His eye fell on the new comer. He glanced at Dorian to confirm it and he nodded. He went inside and closed the door behind him while Dorian went back up the stairs. He stopped infront of he newcomer. An elfish girl, seemed no older then twenty, but then again elf’s grow to a much hgiher age then them. He kneeled down next to her and stared at her for a second, she in turn peered back in suspicion. Marijn scrabled something down before nearly pressing it into the girls face. ‘Are you the one who used the gas to attack this place?’ The girl slowly nodded. Marijn wrote another note before showing it ‘Why?’ was all that the note said. She glanced up at the man and sighed “I was payed to do so...” Marijn pushed another note into her face ‘by who?’ it said. She shrugged slightly. “I only met him once just outside the Pig and Whistle, he payed me up front... It was some guy in a set of dark clothes...” Marijn nodded slightly. He pulled of his broom shaped helmet and placed it on the ground next to him, he scrabled something down on the paper before showing it ‘Are the side effects permanent?’ The woman tapped her chin and shrugged “Who knows mister guard, I think it slipped my memory.” Marijn nodded sadly before grabbing the wrists of the elf, he unlocked the heavy chains wich tied her to the wall. She glanced at him, not sure what to expect. The second after she could feel the strong hand of Marijn grab her by her hair and pull her along. She let out a shriek in pain as she dragged along over the floor towards the door.
Marijn unlocked the door and dragged the elf out the cell before closing and locking the door behind him. While the elf was slowly getting up in pain Marijn already started climbing the stairs and she was forced to be dragged up by her hair. The pain she felt, it was awfull. She never expected the guards to be so violent. She hit her nose on a step up and she started to resist even more. Tiredlessly she tried to resist the strong grip on her hair, but every move she made was more painfull then the last. She saw how everyone was looking at her, yet no one even bothered to help her of this brute. Marijn dragged her out the command center and into the dirt. Haflway she nearly lost her pants, but the man didn’t seem to care. With tears in her eyes she fiercly tried to resist but futile. The man slammed her against a blood covered pole behind the command center, she glanced at it before moving her hands to her head, now she noticed, the man had pulled so hard it had even started to bleed.
Marijn grabbed the elfs wrists and pulled them around the pole before handcuffing them. She now stood there, her arms on her back and around a pole, with tears in her eyes she softly sobbed. She noticed the man walking away and let her body take over control. Her legs started to shake in fear and the tears started to crawl over her cheek. She never imagined that they would torture her for a gas attack, no one was around anyway. With blurry vision she saw the guard come back, this time he was holding something in his hands. She blinked a few times to get the tears out her eyes to look at what he had gotten. He dragged a long whip over the ground, and after looking a little bit more she was shocked, the whip was covered with tiny iron spikes all over it. She tried to move away, backwards but all the could do was watch as the man got closer with the whip in his hands, the smile he had before had dissapeared as water in the hot sun. With a broken voice of pain and sadness she spoke “I-I’ll t-tell, you!” The man perked an eyebrow so she nearly yelled it again “I’ll tell you, i’ll tell you! P-please, stop this! I’ll tell y-you!” The man grabbed his notepad and scrabled something down again before holding it only a few hairs away from her face. All the note said was ‘speak then’. The looked at the ground for a second before finding the courage to speak against the man. “A-alright, the gas I used is the Methori gas. I was experimenting with it becouse it had a high possible curing behavior. Yet, the gas with the wrong components could also be very deadly, depending on how much you inhale of the gas the more muscles become inactive, in the end you’re brain shuts down...” Marijn glared at her as she stopped speaking “B-but I didn’t know there was anyone at the time! I swear!”
Marijn sighed slightly and glanced the elf over, maybe it was true that she didn’t know, but this doesn’t take away the victim she made... The elf was staring at Marijn, her eyes red from the tears. She had helped the man, so now atleast the pain would stop, jail didn’t matter aslong as the wasn’t being hurt, she never intended to hurt anyone... Yet from the guards expression she could read books, it was clear that one of his friends had been paralyzed by the gas. She wanted to apologize, but she knew it woudn’t help her at all. Atleast there woudn’t be any more torturing now she told him... The man lifted his arm with the whip after a few seconds before lashing it down, sendind the spiked whip tearing over her stomach. With a loud bang she looked at her stomach, the skin already shredded of. She yelled out in pain as the stears starting flowing again, soon after she could feel a second blow tearing of more skin. Why did the man continue, she didn’t understand... She had told everything and still the man continued! She felt a third and a fourth blow, one over her chest, tearing bits of cloths and flesh of. She felt another three over a wide area on her legs and then a final lash across the face. She felt the spikes tearing their way trough her cheek. Her whole body hurt, was she going to die from blood loss... She tried to move her arms but futile. The pain was so unbearing, the feeling of you’re skin being ripped of. And a few seconds after the last hit, she blacked out.
Later she woke up on her old spot in the cells, she looked around for a moment and saw a few people glancing at her. After she moved abit she could feel the pain shoot trough her body, it still hurt so much. A tear rolled out her eye and started it’s long journey over her cheek. She lifted up her shirt and glanced at the places where the sking had been thorn off. Where it had been open now only laid blood red scars. Someone had sealed the wounds while she was unconcious. She sighed painfully before leaning against the cold wall, there was nothing she could do...
Marijn kneeled down next to the elf, she in turn stared at him, she was so tired she could barely move, even if she moved, it hurt. Marijn held up a note to her ‘What’s your name?’ it said. She sighed and ignored him, why would she give him her name... She coughed loudly as she felt a hard plated pucnh into her stomach, the pain scatterd troughout her body, reaching all her scars. “Ughh... M-my... n-name is... Lissy...” Marijn nodded and scrabled something down on a paper before showing it to her ‘Can you make something that disables the effect of that gas?’ she peered at the paper and nodded slightly. Marijn smiled an joyless laugh at her.
A few days later, and after hours of watching the girl make posions and sorts of gas she finished two syringe with the antidote. “How do we know this will work and not just make it worse?” Ilyanain spoke. The elf looked up at the man and frowned “I guess you’ll have to trust me...” Marijn nodded and scrabled something down before showing it to Ilyanain. “You’re right Silverstorm... I don’t fancy betting lifes on the line...” He turned back to the elf and sighed “Just know that you will not live if you lie to us...” Irene who had been sitting at a chair watching the conversation stepped forward. “Don’t worry Cassel...” She said. Ilyanain shrugged “It’s you’re life Silversong...” Irene nodded and took one of the two syringe’s and let out a nervous sigh. She rolled up the sleeves from her left arm and moved the arm onto the table. It nearly seemed like dead meat. She grabbed her belt and slowly sqeezed it around her arm before looking for a nice vein. She placed the needle on it before letting it slolwy penetrate her flesh. She pushed in the liquid by pressing on the end. Once everything was in she pulled it out and sighed. “Now we wait, I guess...” Marijn nodded and scrabled something down onto his noteblock before showing it. ‘I’ll take the girl downstairs.’ He roughly grabbed the girl by her arm and started to drag her along with him. The girl who had still some ingredients in her hands dropped them on the ground with a groan. Again with the violence, she could walk back to the cells on her own, damn guards...
“Sir?” Marijn glanced over his shoulder and saw private Dorian Dreadwood with a hand to his head to trow a quick salute. “Sir, I have awfull news...” Marijn perked an eyebrow and this time turn around to face him “The scouts have returned, except two groups. All six scouts from the two groups have gone missing, and none of the others had been able to contact them... Both groups were scouting the Redridge Mountains.” Marijn nodded slightly. He pushed some piles of paperwork together and scrabled something down before handing the paper over to Dorian. ‘Go get corporal Cassel, private Silversong and lance corporal Cadeamus.’ Dorian quickly nodded before tossing a salute towards Marijn and walking away. Marijn glanced after Dorian and smiled. Finally they could make some progress instead of sitting on their asses all day long.
And there they stood, the two corporals, the lance corporal and Irene. “Alright...” Ilyanain started “I’ve heard of the missing scouts... What should we do?” Marijn tapped his chin a few times before scrabling something down. ‘We go there along with five privates’ The other two glanced at the paper and nodded. “Nine people seems to be a reasonable number, yet we have no idea how many await us... It could be an army...” Cadeamus said. Ilyanain shook his head slightly. “I doubt it will be a large force, considering we only tracked them down recently... It there was an army people would have noticed...” Irene nodded slightly and glanced at her left arm. Thou it was currently wrapped in a bandage and hung with a cloth on her neck she was already happy she could move it again. She had to keep it in there for the next week thou, her muscles slowly had to re-wrap themselfs. She looked back at the other to join in on the conversation. “Well...” Irene spoke “I think eight should be enough, for each one of us a private to help with. That way we already have teams in case we need to devide outselfs.” Marijn nodded, it was a good idea to each have their own privates. Though Irene was a private herself she was most qualified as officer, but that would wait. For now they had to focus on their main goal. Marijn scrabled something down and showed it ‘I’ll take private Blaire Ivers.’ The group peered at the paper before slowly nodded. It was a good choice, they all knew that. Even thou she was fairly new to the regiment she had proven her worth over and over again in multiple ocasions. Ilyanain rubbed his chin. “Alright, i’ll take private Dorian Dreadwood.” He was also a very understandable choice to pick from. A good private. Irene smiled “I’ll ask if Samantha wants to join me, it would be handy to have a good medic in case we need it.” The rest of them nodded in agreement. Cadeamus frowned, most of the good privates had been taken. He wondered who he should pick. Private Kia Linaris, thou he had heard she had some problems with drugs... He coudn’t rely on someone as weak as that. Pherhaps Sivodat Bull, a strong man and as large as a small ogre. But also not someone he could be counting on. It was a tough question on wich private was suitable, after all... Those privates could be holding their lives in their hands if things didn’t work out, and to have someone incapable would be signing themselfs up for a death trap. The rest of the group impatiently stared at him while he was thinking over who to pick.
Marijn sighed and scrabled something down onto a paper before holding it out to Cadaemus. He in turn peered at the paper and perked an eyebrow. ‘Why don’t you pick private Palmore’ the paper said. It would be a logical choice, if you rules everyone else out... He was a new guy, but he had been quite good at following orders. Cadeamus shrugged “Fine, fine... I’ll take him...” Ilyanain nodded “Good, then we have the team sorted out to move... I suggest we go as quick as possible. How about in two days on friday?” Marijn nodded in agreement and so did Irene and Cadeamus. “Very well.” Irene said. “Friday will be the day... So I suggest we all go find our partners and then pack you’re survival gear. We’ll be sleeping outside, so you better bring something warm aswell.” And so the group seperated to prepare for what they coudn’t possibly prepare for.
Tales of the Stormwind Regiment
Marijn pushed a stack of paper to the side of the table he was sitting on and rested his head on the dark wood of the table. He coudn’t help but think about that poor Irene, thou the only victim of the gas attack was her, her injuries were quite severe. She now lied in a bed at the cathedral, a few priests looking over her. Somehow, it felt like it was his fault, if only he had dragged her along that evening, she woudn’t have been there at the attack. Then again, he coudn’t have foreseen it, and the attack could have just as much happend at the bar he was in.... Yet, if that happend he’d atleast have a clue on who did it. Once again they had no culprit, no eye-witnesses of anyone. Three attacks in a row, and still they had no clue who could have done it. Marijn grabbed a pile of papers and glanced at them. The paper said ‘Wanted, dead or alive’ and under it a picture drawn from the description he had written to the drawer. It kind of looked like him, but just a little off... He coudn’t blame the artist thou, he himself coudn’t do it any better. Underneath the picture stood the reward of a hundered gold pieces. Thou is was a drastic measure to place a bounty so high on someone, it had to be done. If this continued even more innocent people would be harmed by the will of a single man. And that was certainly not what he wanted. Under all other things on the poster stood a line with ‘Information that can lead to his arrest will be rewarded.’ He just hoped that there would be anyone, that might have seen him.
The day after he had put up the posters plenty of people came in, and reported they had seen the man. While multiple people spoke of the man residing in duskwood, the same amount of people spoke of the man residing in the Redridge mountains. While more reports came in, all wanting the reward a set of places was spoken. The places the man had been seen or heard about the most had been Duskwood, Redridge Mountains, Arathi Highlands and the Alteric Mountains. Some reports were about Westfall but it seemed unlikely that he would be there, since Marijn lived there he checked up regualarly, there were also some places in Kalimdor. And so Marijn gathered a group of scouts.
“Fall in!” Ilyanain yelled harshly. A group of twenty man formed two lines infront of her. Both lines counting ten people. All of them wore the same blueish leather as Irene. While their clothes were all the same, their weapons differs from each other. While normal guards are forced to use the regular sword and shield, the scouts wore the weapon they were most comfortable with. And that counted from swords, daggers and pikes. To maces, hammers and axes. Ilyanain glanced at the pile of papers he got earlier from Marijn and sighed. Why did it had to be him that adressed them... Normally they would let the head of the scouts handle it, but seeing it currently was Irene, that was a no go. On the paper stood wich of the scouts went where. And for every scout an induvidual paper on wich the mission was written together with things they should look out for. It was good that Marijn had taken some initiative to getting this man, but sending out nearly all the scouts seemed abit dire. “Right, when I call out you’re name, come forward and i’ll give you the direction you’ll be headed. I hope you understand that you are to stay hidden from anyone. The target we are after may not know we are after him, and besides from that, he is very, very dangerous. Do not engage with you’re group. Instead head back to Stormwind and give us the information so we can get him... Understood?” from the group sounded a all in one ‘Sir, yes sir.’ Ilyanain nodded slightly and cleared his throat “Alright, first up... Scouts Yetch, Crowblade, Raindow and Detcher. Come on up, you four will be headed towards Redridge Mountain.” The four grouped up infront of Ilyanain and all received a few papers with the mission and some other importent things. “Right, go get you’re things ready. You’ll be leaving this afternoon.”
A while later after all the scouts had been given their mission and where they had to go, Ilyanain went back inside and met up with Marijn. “Say, do you think the scouts will find someone?” Marijn glanced over his shoulder before scribling something down on a paper and showing it to him. Ilyanain glanced at the paper wich read ‘If they can’t find him, who will?’ He shrugged slightly. “I guess you’re right about that... But what if he’s here in Stormwind?” Marijn stood up and smiled widely. He placed his finger up at the sound of the second bell. “What about the bells?” Marijn smirked and walked down the stairway and gestured him along. Downstairs it was already crowded, more then normal. Even outside the command center it was crowded with guards. Marijn wrote something down on his paper and showed it to him. ‘If he’s in the city, we’ll just have to find him, right?’ Ilyanain nodded and together the two walked outside. Marijn held up a note again ‘If you will?’ he nodded slightly and placed his hands around his mouth before yelling “Privates of the Stormwind Regiment, Fall in outside!” After the yell a line of guards marched out the command center. Forming four lines of ten people per line. Fourty guards, ready to search the streets. Normally the command to gather every private is not allowed, most of them are bussy doing other importent things for the city, but this time... It had to be done.
“Alright.” Ilyanain said. “Today we have an importent thing to do, after multiple wild assaults from what we beleive is the same man, we will do a troughout search for the whole city... Everyone will be split up in groups and search their own sector. You will not engage should you find the enemy, he is considered extremely dangerous. We will infact be searching every home, please ask for their co-operation. If not, use a little force. Just don’t end up hurting anyone... I will now continue to split everyone in to teams and you will receive further information from the one in charge of you’re group.”
After the groups had been split up Marijn stood together with his group at the Trade District. After having searched more homes then they usually do in a year they had completed their section and went back to the command center. As expected he wasn’t hiding in the city... There could be some news from the other groups who were still searching, but he doubted it. No sane person would stay in the city while constantly attacking it. Once arrived at the command center he sat down with his group. Thou it was incredebly annoying dealing with certain citizens who refuse to co-operate, one of his privates had done a particular good job. He remembered him from some time ago. Private Dorian Dreadwood... He was the one who had managed to calm down a group of pissed off citizens when there were no superiors nearby. The citizens had most likely started a riot if it wasn’t for him. And now, during the searches he had conviced most of the citizens to calmly let them search their homes. While others just tried to force their ways in. Yet, this was not the time to be concerned about promotions or the likes... Now, they had to find the cold hearted killer that had been roaming around. If non of the groups would find him here, then all they could do is rely on the scouts. The soonest they would be returning was in a week... Till then they just had to sit tight. He glanced around the group who were all patiently staring at him and sighed before scrabling something down and showing it to them. The second they read it they jumped up, trew a salute at him before walking up the stairs towards the dressing room. Marijn sighed slightly and rubbed the back of his head.
Marijn glanced at the Cathedral and let out a inner sigh. After a while of waiting it had become clear that he wasn’t found in Stormwind, and the rest of the guards had been send away to finish whatever they were doing. Only a few groups were still searching their sectors. It was a pain to wait for the results of the scouts, but in the mean time he could visit Irene... Ever since the gas attack she had been unconcious, but he had gotten word that she had woken up a hour ago. And so here he was... Infront of the cathedral, ready to walk in... He stood there, glancing at the place like a statue. After a few minutes of blankly staring at it he noticed people were staring blankly at him. Wondering what the guard was up to. He sighed and walked in, why was he feeling so nervous in meeting her, he had ran over the situation... It wasn’t his fault she ended up here, far from it... Yet it still felt like it... After a few greetings from the disciples and after receiveing a free book over the Holy Anethion, Marijn finally made his way to Irene.
He slowly shoved into the chamber, he had imagined some people would be here that basked in the fact that she was alright. Yet there was no one, no friends nor family... She looked up as she heard someone enter her chamber. She greeted him with a faint smile. Marijn grabbed his notebook and shredded of a page. It was good he wrote some things before entering. ‘How are you feeling?’ it said. Her smile dissapeared for a second before she forced it back on her face. “Ohh... I’m alright... My left arm is a little less thou... When I woke up I haven’t been able to move it...” Marijn was shocked, that the gas had such a awfull side effect. And all becouse he wasn’t there on time, again he failed to protect his privates... Marijn sat down on a chair next to her bed and let out a faint smile. He shredded another piece of paper of before showing it. ‘I’m sorry for what happend’ it said. She glanced at Marijn and saw trough the fake everlasting smile on his lips. “You coudn’t help it... I had just bad luck...” She glanced at her arm and once again pushed up her smile. Both of them knew that without her arm she would have to quit being a scout. Marijn scrabled something down unto a paper before showing it to her. ‘Just rest, i’ll get the one who did it.’ Marijn smiled faintly and stood up, Irene was going to say something but she didn’t know precicely what to say. And so Marijn walked off. Leaving her all alone.
“Sir, sir!?” Marijn glanced around and saw a private running towards him. It was the one he had met a couple of times before, private Dorian Dreadwood. Once he finally arrived at Marijn he stopped for a second and rested on his knee’s, catching his breath. He then looked up and spoke, a tired but strong voice “Sir, you got to come back to the command center, they caught the one who started the gas attack on the command center!” Marijn perked an eyebrow and without any hesitation walked along with him.
After hearing about how a group of privates together with Lance Corporal Cadaemus found some sort of lab where they produced the gas, and then arrrested someone Marijn had went straight towards the cells. He entered the cell and looked around. His eye fell on the new comer. He glanced at Dorian to confirm it and he nodded. He went inside and closed the door behind him while Dorian went back up the stairs. He stopped infront of he newcomer. An elfish girl, seemed no older then twenty, but then again elf’s grow to a much hgiher age then them. He kneeled down next to her and stared at her for a second, she in turn peered back in suspicion. Marijn scrabled something down before nearly pressing it into the girls face. ‘Are you the one who used the gas to attack this place?’ The girl slowly nodded. Marijn wrote another note before showing it ‘Why?’ was all that the note said. She glanced up at the man and sighed “I was payed to do so...” Marijn pushed another note into her face ‘by who?’ it said. She shrugged slightly. “I only met him once just outside the Pig and Whistle, he payed me up front... It was some guy in a set of dark clothes...” Marijn nodded slightly. He pulled of his broom shaped helmet and placed it on the ground next to him, he scrabled something down on the paper before showing it ‘Are the side effects permanent?’ The woman tapped her chin and shrugged “Who knows mister guard, I think it slipped my memory.” Marijn nodded sadly before grabbing the wrists of the elf, he unlocked the heavy chains wich tied her to the wall. She glanced at him, not sure what to expect. The second after she could feel the strong hand of Marijn grab her by her hair and pull her along. She let out a shriek in pain as she dragged along over the floor towards the door.
Marijn unlocked the door and dragged the elf out the cell before closing and locking the door behind him. While the elf was slowly getting up in pain Marijn already started climbing the stairs and she was forced to be dragged up by her hair. The pain she felt, it was awfull. She never expected the guards to be so violent. She hit her nose on a step up and she started to resist even more. Tiredlessly she tried to resist the strong grip on her hair, but every move she made was more painfull then the last. She saw how everyone was looking at her, yet no one even bothered to help her of this brute. Marijn dragged her out the command center and into the dirt. Haflway she nearly lost her pants, but the man didn’t seem to care. With tears in her eyes she fiercly tried to resist but futile. The man slammed her against a blood covered pole behind the command center, she glanced at it before moving her hands to her head, now she noticed, the man had pulled so hard it had even started to bleed.
Marijn grabbed the elfs wrists and pulled them around the pole before handcuffing them. She now stood there, her arms on her back and around a pole, with tears in her eyes she softly sobbed. She noticed the man walking away and let her body take over control. Her legs started to shake in fear and the tears started to crawl over her cheek. She never imagined that they would torture her for a gas attack, no one was around anyway. With blurry vision she saw the guard come back, this time he was holding something in his hands. She blinked a few times to get the tears out her eyes to look at what he had gotten. He dragged a long whip over the ground, and after looking a little bit more she was shocked, the whip was covered with tiny iron spikes all over it. She tried to move away, backwards but all the could do was watch as the man got closer with the whip in his hands, the smile he had before had dissapeared as water in the hot sun. With a broken voice of pain and sadness she spoke “I-I’ll t-tell, you!” The man perked an eyebrow so she nearly yelled it again “I’ll tell you, i’ll tell you! P-please, stop this! I’ll tell y-you!” The man grabbed his notepad and scrabled something down again before holding it only a few hairs away from her face. All the note said was ‘speak then’. The looked at the ground for a second before finding the courage to speak against the man. “A-alright, the gas I used is the Methori gas. I was experimenting with it becouse it had a high possible curing behavior. Yet, the gas with the wrong components could also be very deadly, depending on how much you inhale of the gas the more muscles become inactive, in the end you’re brain shuts down...” Marijn glared at her as she stopped speaking “B-but I didn’t know there was anyone at the time! I swear!”
Marijn sighed slightly and glanced the elf over, maybe it was true that she didn’t know, but this doesn’t take away the victim she made... The elf was staring at Marijn, her eyes red from the tears. She had helped the man, so now atleast the pain would stop, jail didn’t matter aslong as the wasn’t being hurt, she never intended to hurt anyone... Yet from the guards expression she could read books, it was clear that one of his friends had been paralyzed by the gas. She wanted to apologize, but she knew it woudn’t help her at all. Atleast there woudn’t be any more torturing now she told him... The man lifted his arm with the whip after a few seconds before lashing it down, sendind the spiked whip tearing over her stomach. With a loud bang she looked at her stomach, the skin already shredded of. She yelled out in pain as the stears starting flowing again, soon after she could feel a second blow tearing of more skin. Why did the man continue, she didn’t understand... She had told everything and still the man continued! She felt a third and a fourth blow, one over her chest, tearing bits of cloths and flesh of. She felt another three over a wide area on her legs and then a final lash across the face. She felt the spikes tearing their way trough her cheek. Her whole body hurt, was she going to die from blood loss... She tried to move her arms but futile. The pain was so unbearing, the feeling of you’re skin being ripped of. And a few seconds after the last hit, she blacked out.
Later she woke up on her old spot in the cells, she looked around for a moment and saw a few people glancing at her. After she moved abit she could feel the pain shoot trough her body, it still hurt so much. A tear rolled out her eye and started it’s long journey over her cheek. She lifted up her shirt and glanced at the places where the sking had been thorn off. Where it had been open now only laid blood red scars. Someone had sealed the wounds while she was unconcious. She sighed painfully before leaning against the cold wall, there was nothing she could do...
Marijn kneeled down next to the elf, she in turn stared at him, she was so tired she could barely move, even if she moved, it hurt. Marijn held up a note to her ‘What’s your name?’ it said. She sighed and ignored him, why would she give him her name... She coughed loudly as she felt a hard plated pucnh into her stomach, the pain scatterd troughout her body, reaching all her scars. “Ughh... M-my... n-name is... Lissy...” Marijn nodded and scrabled something down on a paper before showing it to her ‘Can you make something that disables the effect of that gas?’ she peered at the paper and nodded slightly. Marijn smiled an joyless laugh at her.
A few days later, and after hours of watching the girl make posions and sorts of gas she finished two syringe with the antidote. “How do we know this will work and not just make it worse?” Ilyanain spoke. The elf looked up at the man and frowned “I guess you’ll have to trust me...” Marijn nodded and scrabled something down before showing it to Ilyanain. “You’re right Silverstorm... I don’t fancy betting lifes on the line...” He turned back to the elf and sighed “Just know that you will not live if you lie to us...” Irene who had been sitting at a chair watching the conversation stepped forward. “Don’t worry Cassel...” She said. Ilyanain shrugged “It’s you’re life Silversong...” Irene nodded and took one of the two syringe’s and let out a nervous sigh. She rolled up the sleeves from her left arm and moved the arm onto the table. It nearly seemed like dead meat. She grabbed her belt and slowly sqeezed it around her arm before looking for a nice vein. She placed the needle on it before letting it slolwy penetrate her flesh. She pushed in the liquid by pressing on the end. Once everything was in she pulled it out and sighed. “Now we wait, I guess...” Marijn nodded and scrabled something down onto his noteblock before showing it. ‘I’ll take the girl downstairs.’ He roughly grabbed the girl by her arm and started to drag her along with him. The girl who had still some ingredients in her hands dropped them on the ground with a groan. Again with the violence, she could walk back to the cells on her own, damn guards...
“Sir?” Marijn glanced over his shoulder and saw private Dorian Dreadwood with a hand to his head to trow a quick salute. “Sir, I have awfull news...” Marijn perked an eyebrow and this time turn around to face him “The scouts have returned, except two groups. All six scouts from the two groups have gone missing, and none of the others had been able to contact them... Both groups were scouting the Redridge Mountains.” Marijn nodded slightly. He pushed some piles of paperwork together and scrabled something down before handing the paper over to Dorian. ‘Go get corporal Cassel, private Silversong and lance corporal Cadeamus.’ Dorian quickly nodded before tossing a salute towards Marijn and walking away. Marijn glanced after Dorian and smiled. Finally they could make some progress instead of sitting on their asses all day long.
And there they stood, the two corporals, the lance corporal and Irene. “Alright...” Ilyanain started “I’ve heard of the missing scouts... What should we do?” Marijn tapped his chin a few times before scrabling something down. ‘We go there along with five privates’ The other two glanced at the paper and nodded. “Nine people seems to be a reasonable number, yet we have no idea how many await us... It could be an army...” Cadeamus said. Ilyanain shook his head slightly. “I doubt it will be a large force, considering we only tracked them down recently... It there was an army people would have noticed...” Irene nodded slightly and glanced at her left arm. Thou it was currently wrapped in a bandage and hung with a cloth on her neck she was already happy she could move it again. She had to keep it in there for the next week thou, her muscles slowly had to re-wrap themselfs. She looked back at the other to join in on the conversation. “Well...” Irene spoke “I think eight should be enough, for each one of us a private to help with. That way we already have teams in case we need to devide outselfs.” Marijn nodded, it was a good idea to each have their own privates. Though Irene was a private herself she was most qualified as officer, but that would wait. For now they had to focus on their main goal. Marijn scrabled something down and showed it ‘I’ll take private Blaire Ivers.’ The group peered at the paper before slowly nodded. It was a good choice, they all knew that. Even thou she was fairly new to the regiment she had proven her worth over and over again in multiple ocasions. Ilyanain rubbed his chin. “Alright, i’ll take private Dorian Dreadwood.” He was also a very understandable choice to pick from. A good private. Irene smiled “I’ll ask if Samantha wants to join me, it would be handy to have a good medic in case we need it.” The rest of them nodded in agreement. Cadeamus frowned, most of the good privates had been taken. He wondered who he should pick. Private Kia Linaris, thou he had heard she had some problems with drugs... He coudn’t rely on someone as weak as that. Pherhaps Sivodat Bull, a strong man and as large as a small ogre. But also not someone he could be counting on. It was a tough question on wich private was suitable, after all... Those privates could be holding their lives in their hands if things didn’t work out, and to have someone incapable would be signing themselfs up for a death trap. The rest of the group impatiently stared at him while he was thinking over who to pick.
Marijn sighed and scrabled something down onto a paper before holding it out to Cadaemus. He in turn peered at the paper and perked an eyebrow. ‘Why don’t you pick private Palmore’ the paper said. It would be a logical choice, if you rules everyone else out... He was a new guy, but he had been quite good at following orders. Cadeamus shrugged “Fine, fine... I’ll take him...” Ilyanain nodded “Good, then we have the team sorted out to move... I suggest we go as quick as possible. How about in two days on friday?” Marijn nodded in agreement and so did Irene and Cadeamus. “Very well.” Irene said. “Friday will be the day... So I suggest we all go find our partners and then pack you’re survival gear. We’ll be sleeping outside, so you better bring something warm aswell.” And so the group seperated to prepare for what they coudn’t possibly prepare for.