07-06-2014, 02:34 PM
GM POST
"M-May..." Smitty winced, holding up his hands in a please-don't-hurt-me way. He glanced around at the burning building and the soldiers he knew were on the other side and gulped. "Loo-No. No, alright? I dunno where these guys came from, because not even three days ago, this shithole was just Lycians and none of 'em were soldiers!"
"All our scouts came back with clean reports, so I dunno what's going on, May!" Smitty paused to breathe, panting from the stress, but kept his mouth shut when Fess actually had the balls to interrupt him and Maynette's conversation.
"The boy said his father was killed by those soldiers prior to escaping to us. I am worried that they have slaughtered everyone."
"Hah!"
The fallen Lycian knight, who had so far been silent, as though he'd been unconscious the entire time, started to laugh. His armor, shimmering in the distant flicker of the flamelight, shook as the man's laughter grew louder and more mocking.
"Slaughtered, you say, you simpering wench?" The knight spat, eyeing the two women and Smitty with a look of mixed pity and revulsion. "Slaughter would be a blessing compared to the fate of your low-born scum!"
"M-May..." Smitty winced, holding up his hands in a please-don't-hurt-me way. He glanced around at the burning building and the soldiers he knew were on the other side and gulped. "Loo-No. No, alright? I dunno where these guys came from, because not even three days ago, this shithole was just Lycians and none of 'em were soldiers!"
"All our scouts came back with clean reports, so I dunno what's going on, May!" Smitty paused to breathe, panting from the stress, but kept his mouth shut when Fess actually had the balls to interrupt him and Maynette's conversation.
"The boy said his father was killed by those soldiers prior to escaping to us. I am worried that they have slaughtered everyone."
"Hah!"
The fallen Lycian knight, who had so far been silent, as though he'd been unconscious the entire time, started to laugh. His armor, shimmering in the distant flicker of the flamelight, shook as the man's laughter grew louder and more mocking.
"Slaughtered, you say, you simpering wench?" The knight spat, eyeing the two women and Smitty with a look of mixed pity and revulsion. "Slaughter would be a blessing compared to the fate of your low-born scum!"