Bogey Down

[Heff 2460]

 

 

"Samuel this is  Gioseffo. Edgar's a war hero now. He's got your operations playbook and he's got a blank check. Give me what you've got on Edgar, and I'll take care of the rest."

Watchman Gioseffo Gradic, Before Operation: Saltpanned

 

09:00, 17th of the Grand Harvest, 1547 - Felsen, The Barracks

The Watchmen had toiled endlessly in the fields of war, the stench of bodies and grime of trenches still clinging to Gioseffo's nose as he made his way into the Bastille. The riots at the gates had been nothing compared to the shoah that the Gradic and the Guards had seen in the battlefield. Men dropped like flies about him, the arrows of the Dunamites pierced thick plate, thin skin, and thinner hearts. It was done, the war was finished when the last blade cut through Orenian flesh. He had barely made it out alive, if it wasn't for his pal Philip's quick-thinking he'd have been dead beside the Emperor's Men. 

09:40, 17th of the Grand Harvest, 1547 - Felsen, Homebase

It was to be a routine operation, he told himself. Him and Samuel would go in, trail Edgar, and take him in. They'd be the heroes, they'd be celebrated in the streets of Felsen. He donned his ghillie suit, strapping it up tight, packed his sandwich in his Captain Balthazar Lunchbox (TM) and strapped in his crossbow, as well as his knife. He met up with Samuel outside the gates of the city, who was in his usual getup. Good, they'd have an excuse if they got caught. Oh we're just here to visit Samuel's family! Yah right, pal. 


 

01:23, 18th of the Grand Harvest, 1547 - Peremont, Behind Enemy Lines

It'd been hours. Samuel had been forced to mingle and interact with the Savoyards, with his kin, his brother. The infamous Edgar and the honorable Samuel seemed quite at odds at first. They'd abandoned each other at an early age, taking directly opposite paths. But it'd been nearly all night, the voices of the two still ringing from the courtyard. They sounded friendlier, more likely to love eachother. Good, it'd be an easy ******-n-grab, thought Gioseffo. The sudden rustle of leaves shocked him, sending him rolling down into the moat besides Peremont, landing besides the smashed skulls of Felsenites taken from the earlier raid. Oh, said the fat boy aloud. The ground shook, a boy about his age, about his height, but twice his muscle, landed in the moat beside him, curved blade drawn. Kazik. One of Edgar's right-hand men. The two burst off like furious rabbits, but soon the Felsenite was taken upon by the Ulmsbottom youth. 

 

02:30, 18th of the Grand Harvest, 1547 - Peremont Courtyard, Behind Enemy Lines

That bastard. He looked at Gioseffo with disgust, with malice even. He felt nothing but pure hate, pure evil as he shook his head slowly. That bastard. He'd betrayed them all. He'd betrayed the mission, Delta Force, he'd betrayed Gilbert and Giancarlo, and Balthazar. Or had he? Perhaps not, perhaps he'd save me. Perhaps he's playing along, thought the Gradic. He'll come back, he'll pull out his knife and cut me loose, we'll go home hero- The foreign blade ripped through the ghillie suit, through the uniform underneath, through the fat layers of skin. The Gradic fell, he fell hard. "Cut off his head like they did to Emery and send his body to the Felsenites." 

 

04:30, 18th of the Grand Harvest, 1547 - Peremont Courtyard, Behind Enemy Lines

The citizens of Peremont awoke at the rucuss of men shouting. Rumors were going about of a spy, an enemy, gang wars? No. There was a pig that had found its death in the Peremont courtyard, sent to the Imperial Capital as a gift. 

[HeroOfDuLoc 1935]

Jaromir sheds a tear for the fallen man.

[lawnmowerman 3040]

 

Kazik orders a veteran to plant the plump guardsman's head on a pike, tone dominant and stern. As soon as he had gotten behind a door, his glance drifted swiftly about, palm clutched against his tensed abdomen. He'd slump his forehead against the thick walls of Peremont, gargling out a few pukes of disgust after committing the malicious deed. He crumples together beside the vomit, whispering to himself."

 

"For our cause, Kazik."

[Zhulik 3559]

 

"White Riders be Ridin Tonight, yee doggy." States a humble lawyer with a potato sack over his head. 

Out back a tree with a noose hung, ready to lynch some degenerates.

 

[Burkester 1247]

"interesting."

Says Josef of Vladov

[tilly 5115]

(( i thought it said @Bagley down. i was more interested in that ))

[=Nkruma= 65]

Nkruma Frostbeard would give zero shits. "Noice."

[Heff 2460]

7 hours ago, Wiseacres said:

(( i thought it said @Bagley down. i was more interested in that ))

((Thank you for your completely irrelevant and idiotic comment. 

[tilly 5115]

((   ))

[CheekyNolan 5420]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.