Steam and Sorcery: Hunt for the Wizards
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				Title: <strong>Steam and Sorcery: Hunt for the Wizards</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>05-11-2014, 01:24:14</strong>
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				(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r94/anIrishlad/bab4e793-b373-4e82-a5a9-a80abc177e8c_zps7efe4b7f.jpg) (http://s142.photobucket.com/user/anIrishlad/media/bab4e793-b373-4e82-a5a9-a80abc177e8c_zps7efe4b7f.jpg.html)<br><br><strong>Pointed Eared Savages Butcher Another Family!</strong><br><br>Theo studied the bold, giant letters at the top of the handbill he was reading, as he leaned his back against the railing of SS Flying Greyhound. Little over a day ago, the steamship had passed by the SS Spur, which had sailed from Rafast, capital of the Aiijan colonies. Passengers and sailors from both ships were eager for news and the two ships had come along one another, allowing the crews to trade newspapers, handbills and stories. This exchanged had been a wealth of current knowledge and current options from the colonies, or at least it was to the senior detective, from the Ticknor Detective Agency. <br><br>Or so he thought at first. <br><br>It seemed the Yellow Press was strong in the colonies. Each newspaper and circular had bold headlines about atrocities, with vivid drawings beneath, of some terrible deed, committed upon the humans now settling along the Aiijan coast. Either that, or the Elvanti who lived there were among the worst murdering barbarians the world had ever known. Still, there was some truth to be gleaned from along the pages, there had to be something happening along the frontier to cause all of these stories about attacks by native raiders. <br><br>When Theo finished his stack, he set the rather worthless papers down on the deck and gently lifted the round spectacles from his face. With a careful ease, strange to see from a man with scarred hands, he folded the thin wire frames&nbsp; and tucked them away in a stout leather case, which was slipped into a pocket. Frowning, he stared out across the blue of the ocean, towards the far green-brown of the coast, which was growing clearer, as the Flying Greyhound drew close to her destination. Pulling out his pipe, he packed the bowl with pinch of tobacco and clenched the bit between his teeth. Blue eyes focused on the bowl for a moment before smoke began to rise and he began to puff.<br><br>The Ticknor stood in his shirtsleeves. It had been too warm for the past few days, of this two and a half week voyage, to wear his coat. The sailors had laughed at him one day, as he sat on deck, nearly sweating to death, trying to remain properly dressed and had told him it was cool at sea, just wait until he made landfall. So he had abandoned the wool coat, at least for now and even just wearing his waistcoat, he could feel a little sweat trickling down his spine. What a hellish country this Aiijan Coast.<br><br>----------<br><br>Things were not so peaceful in the Governor's Mansion, in the middle of Rafast. Patrols had reported more burned farms, which always upset Governor Bernard Hughes but with the weeks of reports and pressure upon him, it was driving the poor man man with panic. An old man now, fat with years of easy living, he had once thought his success was set in stone. He had arrived with the first colonists, back when there were separate Rucain colonies along the Aiijan&nbsp; Coast, using his wealth and influence over the years for condense them into a single colony, under his rule. Now though, it would seem history would only remember him as the man who lost one of the richest colonies for the Republic. <br><br>Governor Hughes had spent most of the morning haranguing and harassing his staff, demanding someone do something about the raiders or wanting to know of the help the Home Office had promised had arrived yet. Of course nothing his civilian staff could say or do, could do anything to sooth the old man, in fact they only turned his panic and fears into a towering rage. Which was had lead the governor to call in Colonel Lloyd Morrissy, of the 12th Regiment of Foot, for a two hour ranting about how the current crisis was all the military’s officer’s fault, for not protecting the frontier. <br><br>The Colonel had taken it in a stoic silence but it had left the commander of the Colony’s defenses in a foul mood, when he had sent for Captain Matthaus Lawson and several of his best scouts from the Sulenia Native Contingent, along with a section from his regiment. Ticknor Detectives were supposedly arriving by steamship today and he wanted his addition to the expedition beyond the frontier ready to move, once the Ticknors were here. As the clock struck noonday bells, they should have gathered in the courtyard parade ground of the Regimental Barrack. <br><br><br><br>(interested in joining? Please see the OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=216942.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steam and Sorcery: Hunt for the Wizards</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>06-11-2014, 20:05:45</strong>
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				Matthaus stood in the shade off a side archway as the servants and enlisted busied themselves and impatiently tugged at his collar. The blue wool jacket of his dress uniform had damn well fit him better when he was a softer recruit fresh from the Academy. Still the Captain cut a fine figure in his 5th Cavalry uniform even if it had been sized for the softer man he had been when he arrived in Aiijan six years ago. His boots were highly polished, and the brass buttons of an officer were meticulously aligned and gleamed as the soldier fidgeted in frustration.<br><br><strong>"I cannot wait to get this off,"</strong> he grumbled under his breath adjusting the angle of&nbsp; his pith helmet. Years spent in the back country had forged him like a fine blade, and this sudden summons to H.Q. by the Colonel had been an unwelcome distraction from the recent troubles. The damnable wool uniforms were not designed with the climate of Aiijan in mind, and it had already started to matt his long brown hair with sweat under the helmet. It entirely had placed him into a foul mood. He greatly prefered the native Elvanti cotton garments to his uniform. With a tug Matthaus aligned the embroidered rune of the SNC on his blue armbands before he marched confidently onto the parade grounds to direct the muster as the first bell tolled noon.<br><br><em>'The sooner this folly is done and over with the sooner me and the lads can get back to business.'</em> His boots clicked on the cobblestones as he walked barking the occasional order with the casual confidence of his authority. Once the Colonel arrived it would not be to a bunch of roustabouts in an undisciplined display. Not if Matthaus Lawson had anything to say in the matter anyway.<br><br><strong>"SNC 3rd Scout company, fall in!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steam and Sorcery: Hunt for the Wizards</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>08-11-2014, 06:24:45</strong>
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				Lomasi watched the gathering of the SNC troops with interest. They were a mixture of colonists and natives, pretty much anyone that seemed desperate or foolish enough to join, as they lined up. Their rows were not the perfectly formed rows she had seen from members of the 12th Regiment. When she had watched those troops line up and march in their uniforms and with their new rifles, it was no wonder her people had been driven from the coast by the humans. How could disorganized troops armed with primitive weapons fight against a well trained army with weapons that could kill you before you could get close enough to scratch your foe? Of course, these human were not her foes. In fact, she was among them, sporting the blue armband of the SNC, though she had not bothered to don the headband, that she kept in her pack, slung casually over her shoulder. She did not join the ranks the troops made, instead she stayed off to the side, watching the Captain as he called the company to order. <br><br>She had seen him before, even talked to him once. She'd heard he had even married an Elvanti woman, though as far as she knew that was just a rumor. She studied him as she leaned casually against her spear, both hands wrapped around it to support herself. Lomasi's rifle was slung over her shoulder and her pistol hung at her side as she continued her evaluation of the captain. He was handsome in the way human men could be, and looked amusingly uncomfortable in his heavy clothes. She smirked slightly and then looked towards the SNC company, wondering why they'd all been summoned, and why she was here. She had generally operated alone for the Humans, scouting, delivering messages and warnings, sometimes guiding them through the woods. She supposed she'd find out soon enough and that suited her just fine. So long as these humans didn't expect her to line up and march in file. That was fine for them, but she preferred her own methods.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steam and Sorcery: Hunt for the Wizards</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>15-11-2014, 23:14:30</strong>
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				Colonel Lloyd Morrissy was trying not to look like he was going to take off someone’s head, as he nearly marched from the Governor's Mansion. Damn the old man, there wasn’t much more he could do about the raiders, there were patrols and the forts were manned but the Elvanti would come from beyond the frontier in the night. If he had more cavalry then just the 5th and a handful of companies from the Local Horse, he might have staged counter raids against the natives but as it was, he needed what few mounted troops he had to check the farms and villages. He might have sent the SNC but there was some fear, at least from the Governor’s Office, that the locals might just betray them and run off to join the raiders. <br><br>The Colonel shook his head a little, this line of thought was not helping, in fact it was only , making him more angry. Taking a deep breath, he came to a stop, just in sight of the barrack and quickly made sure his dark blue uniform wasn’t rumbled from his rapid pace, before running his fingers over the massively bushy mustache, which dominated his face. Feeling presentable again, he resumed his path to the barrack, this time at a calmer and slower pace. When he reached the gate, he was met by his aid, Lieutenant Everette Watton and a section from the 12th, which would be put under Captain Lawson’s commanded. <br><br>Not pausing, Lloyd continued on through the gates and into the parade ground. Boots crashed loudly on the stones behind him, as the Lieutenant and the eight man section hurried to catch up, forming a line of blue clad soldiers. Before him, the officer could see a ragged block of troops, standing loosely at what they must have thought attention before a man in proper uniform. Like most of the scout companies found the the SNC (and most other companies), the 3ed was under strength but even if it had been brought up to full, it would have been smaller than a line company. <br><br>“Captain Lawson” said Morrissy, his voice carrying in that command tone, as he stepped around the assembled company and come to stand near the officer he was sending beyond the frontier, as the men from the 12th fell in on the company’s flank, near to where Lomasi stood, “Is your company ready to move?”<br><br>As Lawson made his answer, The Colonel swept his eyes over the company and noticed a single Elvanti female, decked out with weapons, standing by herself. One eyebrow raised in a questioning but demanding arch, as the high pitched wail of a steam whistle, sounded out in the harbor.<br>
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