Hapenlok confined
Meanwhile an unhappy Hapenlok is confined and put under guard in the Landing on Thursday night. Whispers reference the Witch Raznel…
Category: Towns
Topic: Wehnimer’s LandingDate: 08/19/2016 02:09 AM CDTFrom: GAROFALOASubj: And Then….After the debacle of the previous night, Hapenlok was confined to the barracks, stripped of duty. and was guarded by no less than four elite guards.Under the watchful eye of Captain Stormyrain he was disarmed. and dispelled. His weapons and armor stored in a crate.
ALl he could do was submit.
It wasn’t like Torre. When he defied all to return to his wife, and his home under seige.
All he could do was comply. and pace. and stew.
“Try to get some sleep,” said Stormyrain, Gently.
Right. Like i could sleep…..But strangely enough, that was exactly what he did. for a few hours. Until the nightmares.
Scarabs. bloodworms. Blood Rain. The cackling……Oh, yes. That Cackling.He awoke with a start, a shout. The guards next to him drew their weapons.
He ignored them.
He went out to the courtyard, his captors moving as fast as their heavy armor would allow them.
The men in the courtyard all stopped. stared at him, some expressions neutral. some avoiding his gaze, and others giving gazes of outright hatred.
He ignored them. It didn’t matter.
Find Raznel. Find what was taken.
For one of the few times in his life, he felt helpless.
Alone.
Outcast.
He glanced at his badge, and tabard.
Years spent defending this town. All come to this. he thought(out loud…more habits which made his guardians exceedingly nervous)
He startted to mutter to himself.
Enough was enough.
If this wasn’t enough to make them listen.
Enough.
A vision in his head, Raznel in flames.
He took off his badge, looked at it. Years of defending this town.
One of the men, from the other squad. A snide remark in passing “Traitor Scu-URGH!”
All four guards were required to pull Hapenlok off the person who made that remark. He was forcibly removed back to the barracks.
His trips outside were curtailed. Thankfully, he wasn’t chained to his bunk. They had no orders for such an occurance. Yet.
on the way back upstairs, he asked to be brought to the armory. His badge and tabard were placed with his weapons. Not as long as Raznel breathed could he consider himself in the Militia. Too much was at stake.
He was a caged animal. He spent most of his waking moments, pacing the floor at his bunk.
Muttering.
Not saying much.
The guards were nervous.
They thought they could see flames in his eyes.
Their minds must have been playing tricks on them.
(To be continued!….see you guys tomorrow!)