[OOM] Bad goes to Worse
Aug. 7th, 2013 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fluffiest_archadianReport NN(T1)5, Lieutenant Sherral Maduin, 7/8/704OV.
Fourth Day Post-Midlight Shard Activation.
We reached the downed airship in good time – better than I expected, even, and with minimal trouble – but the people in it must have drawn the dead to them. Although we cleared the mob, it was not without the loss of a soldier, and Judge Zecht exhausting himself by manipulating the Mist around us to his aid.
Within we found a about six soldiers, with medical supplies, weapons and uncontaminated food, and an experienced combat medic around my age, Lieutenant Kara Tellurin. The airship was too badly damaged to be salvageable, and even if it was, it wouldn't have flown in the Mist storm.
We took a few hours to rest and prepare for the trip back. Lieutenant Tellurin informs me that their group numbered nine four days ago, but that three of them have already died from either injuries or the Mist sickness. She gave both Zecht and myself a check-up, and confirmed that I'm healthy.
Zecht, it seems, has begun to sicken – she noted some discolouration on his skin. He insists he is fit to lead still. It is not my place to question him.
We have set off for the rendezvous point.
Our numbers stand at thirteen.
Report NN(T1)6, Lieutenant Sherral Maduin, 8/8/704OV.
Fifth Day Post-Midlight Shard Activation.
Upon our return to the main group, we found nearly all of them dead. In most cases they seemed to have fallen on their swords, but there is evidence that one or two were restrained and disarmed and instead died through repeated self-inflicted impacts to the head.
Only Snuffles survived. We found him comatose from the Mist sickness.
Judge Zecht surmised what had happened quickly. We have been pursued from the palace by a banshee, a spirit whose voice can cause any who hear to commit suicide. Lieutenant Tellurin was visibly shaken by what we found. I assisted her in administering medical care to Snuffles, and as we continued on our march, carried him.
He awoke towards the end of the day, his condition seeming much improved. The medicine seems to be having the desired effect.
We made a camp at a Kiltia temple. With only a few entrances and sturdy walls, it is easy to defend even with our limited numbers. Lieutenant Tellurin and I took the first shift on patrol, but only had problems with a few errant walking dead who were quickly dispatched, and did not seem indicative of a larger force.
As we came off our shift, Snuffles was there to greet us. Given his usual disposition, he seemed very calm, but he was unsteady on his feet. He led us down to the Kiltia's basement, where we found nearly three dozen dead bodies of Nabradian worshippers, un-animated as of yet, having seemingly all committed suicide using whatever means were available. We burnt the bodies to keep them from animating, and said prayers to send them onto Faram.
We now number ten.
Report NN(T1)7, Lieutenant Sherral Maduin, 9/8/704OV.
Sixth Day Post-Midlight Shard Activation.
A soldier died in the night. There is little explanation for it, he simply did not wake up. We assume he was sick.
Another's condition had rapidly grown worse, and we have discovered a new symptom – old wounds reopening. Moving him would've surely mean death. Judge Zecht spent the morning isolated with maps, attempting to decide the best route to take.
Kara Lieutenant Tellurin is increasingly distant towards me. She is shaken by what we saw last night, and by how quickly we are falling, and I fear that I, muddy and bloody and ill-equipped for social situations as I am, am little comfort.
Numerous soldiers suggested we abandon the sick man and move on without him. Snuffles was among them, spurring them on from the rear with sly remarks. Pragmatically, they were perhaps correct, but I was incensed by the suggestion nevertheless. When they attempted to physically preventKara Lieutenant Tellurin from treating him, a fight ensued.
I fared well, and took down several, before Snuffles snatched me and, with unnatural strength for one so small and so ill, lifted me and bore me down – and through – a wooden table. He had me pinned and dazed and was delivering punches to my head when we were interrupted by Judge Zecht.
I feel I could have taken him.
Snuffles was ordered to patrol the perimeter while I and the other participants in the fight received medical treatment. According to Lieutenant Tellurin I may have sustained a concussion.
The sick soldier died shortly afterwards anyway.Kara Lieutenant Tellurin insists that someone has contaminated our supply of medicine, citing its seeming acceleration of his condition. I do not know whether to believe her.
We have continued our march. We number eight.
Fourth Day Post-Midlight Shard Activation.
We reached the downed airship in good time – better than I expected, even, and with minimal trouble – but the people in it must have drawn the dead to them. Although we cleared the mob, it was not without the loss of a soldier, and Judge Zecht exhausting himself by manipulating the Mist around us to his aid.
Within we found a about six soldiers, with medical supplies, weapons and uncontaminated food, and an experienced combat medic around my age, Lieutenant Kara Tellurin. The airship was too badly damaged to be salvageable, and even if it was, it wouldn't have flown in the Mist storm.
We took a few hours to rest and prepare for the trip back. Lieutenant Tellurin informs me that their group numbered nine four days ago, but that three of them have already died from either injuries or the Mist sickness. She gave both Zecht and myself a check-up, and confirmed that I'm healthy.
Zecht, it seems, has begun to sicken – she noted some discolouration on his skin. He insists he is fit to lead still. It is not my place to question him.
We have set off for the rendezvous point.
Our numbers stand at thirteen.
Report NN(T1)6, Lieutenant Sherral Maduin, 8/8/704OV.
Fifth Day Post-Midlight Shard Activation.
Upon our return to the main group, we found nearly all of them dead. In most cases they seemed to have fallen on their swords, but there is evidence that one or two were restrained and disarmed and instead died through repeated self-inflicted impacts to the head.
Only Snuffles survived. We found him comatose from the Mist sickness.
Judge Zecht surmised what had happened quickly. We have been pursued from the palace by a banshee, a spirit whose voice can cause any who hear to commit suicide. Lieutenant Tellurin was visibly shaken by what we found. I assisted her in administering medical care to Snuffles, and as we continued on our march, carried him.
He awoke towards the end of the day, his condition seeming much improved. The medicine seems to be having the desired effect.
We made a camp at a Kiltia temple. With only a few entrances and sturdy walls, it is easy to defend even with our limited numbers. Lieutenant Tellurin and I took the first shift on patrol, but only had problems with a few errant walking dead who were quickly dispatched, and did not seem indicative of a larger force.
As we came off our shift, Snuffles was there to greet us. Given his usual disposition, he seemed very calm, but he was unsteady on his feet. He led us down to the Kiltia's basement, where we found nearly three dozen dead bodies of Nabradian worshippers, un-animated as of yet, having seemingly all committed suicide using whatever means were available. We burnt the bodies to keep them from animating, and said prayers to send them onto Faram.
We now number ten.
Report NN(T1)7, Lieutenant Sherral Maduin, 9/8/704OV.
Sixth Day Post-Midlight Shard Activation.
A soldier died in the night. There is little explanation for it, he simply did not wake up. We assume he was sick.
Another's condition had rapidly grown worse, and we have discovered a new symptom – old wounds reopening. Moving him would've surely mean death. Judge Zecht spent the morning isolated with maps, attempting to decide the best route to take.
Numerous soldiers suggested we abandon the sick man and move on without him. Snuffles was among them, spurring them on from the rear with sly remarks. Pragmatically, they were perhaps correct, but I was incensed by the suggestion nevertheless. When they attempted to physically prevent
I fared well, and took down several, before Snuffles snatched me and, with unnatural strength for one so small and so ill, lifted me and bore me down – and through – a wooden table. He had me pinned and dazed and was delivering punches to my head when we were interrupted by Judge Zecht.
Snuffles was ordered to patrol the perimeter while I and the other participants in the fight received medical treatment. According to Lieutenant Tellurin I may have sustained a concussion.
The sick soldier died shortly afterwards anyway.
We have continued our march. We number eight.
