Eternal
Captain Eckers is probably just venting, you doubt if he’s actually going to do anything. Besides the captain is about the only one you can slightly relate to around here and he’s always been all right with you so you decide it wouldn’t be a good idea to report him.
You return to your duties as usual without giving it anymore thought. In the passing months, the captain never spouts off anything else to you so you figure you were right in your assumption that he was just venting. Nothing to major worry about except the increasing boredom of not having much to do at the fort. You haven’t seen a gnoll in months now and you don’t really like it. They’ve never disappeared for this long of a stretch and it makes you suspect they could be up to something because you refuse to believe that they’ve just decided to leave you alone.
The next time you see the captain, you tell him that you’d like to take a platoon up into the hills to scout out the area, and while he says he’d like to send you, he has his orders.
“But you said yourself, that we could do a lot more good if we just went into the hills and wiped out all the gnolls.” You point out.
“I know what I said that day, and perhaps I shouldn’t have spoken out like that to a subordinate. (sigh) Look, despite my feelings on this situation I know I’ve damaged my career enough as it is. If I go disobeying orders, I’m just going to get myself in deeper. Besides if the gnolls have been as quiet as they have been perhaps we did kill them all, or at least scared them so much that they won’t attack ever again.”
You of course aren’t convinced, but there is little you can do. If the captain is content on sitting on his hands you’re going to have to do some hand sitting yourself. It’s very frustrating.
Year 41
“They’re breaking down the doors!” a soldier yells.
“Hold ‘em dammit! Don’t let these hyena bastards step one foot into this fort!” Captain Eckers commands.
The captain can order everyone all he wants, but the fact is those gnolls ARE breaking down that door. They have an overwhelming superiority of numbers on their side and even of reinforcements did arrive right now, you’re still sure that it wouldn’t be enough to save you in time.
As you grimly prepare yourself for the onslaught that’s about to bust through the doors, you think about how bad of a choice you made seeking to find your place here in this kingdom of cowards and fools. If you’d stayed with the Empire instead of leaving it, you wouldn’t be in this situation now. Even if you failed to keep it from collapsing, you would’ve at least died honorably in its service.
But this? There will be no honor in this death. You’re going to die, because your superiors and their superiors were either too timid or idiotic to do what was necessary and you’re an even bigger idiot for following along into oblivion.
No more time for regret now though, the gnolls are breaking through. Already the first soldiers still trying to keep the doors shut are screaming their death cries from the axes cleaving into their flesh and spilling their innards onto the floor. Captain Eckers displays a pitiful showing as a gnoll with a halberd severs his head from his body before he can even attack once.
As for you, you make the gnolls earn every inch they step into the fort. The first two that step to you have their heads blown to gooey pieces with your flintlocks, and then you resort to tried and true methods of slaughter.
You hack down several of their number before suffering any major wounds. Even then, you continue to fight with the determination of ten men. The bodies of gnolls pile up, the blood is everywhere and you’ve just suffered an injury that should’ve rightfully killed you, but you continue to fight. All the anger you feel at this situation is being directed utterly towards the gnolls until it finally burns itself out and your body pushes itself past its limitations of physical exertion.
An axe cleaves into your skull, followed by another into your arm, severing it just enough to hang from a bit of tendon. You fall to your knees, then to the floor and that’s when you feel another axe to your back destroying your spine. A finally kick by a hefty boot to the face and the gibbering laughing howls of the gnolls is the last thing you hear.
You return to your duties as usual without giving it anymore thought. In the passing months, the captain never spouts off anything else to you so you figure you were right in your assumption that he was just venting. Nothing to major worry about except the increasing boredom of not having much to do at the fort. You haven’t seen a gnoll in months now and you don’t really like it. They’ve never disappeared for this long of a stretch and it makes you suspect they could be up to something because you refuse to believe that they’ve just decided to leave you alone.
The next time you see the captain, you tell him that you’d like to take a platoon up into the hills to scout out the area, and while he says he’d like to send you, he has his orders.
“But you said yourself, that we could do a lot more good if we just went into the hills and wiped out all the gnolls.” You point out.
“I know what I said that day, and perhaps I shouldn’t have spoken out like that to a subordinate. (sigh) Look, despite my feelings on this situation I know I’ve damaged my career enough as it is. If I go disobeying orders, I’m just going to get myself in deeper. Besides if the gnolls have been as quiet as they have been perhaps we did kill them all, or at least scared them so much that they won’t attack ever again.”
You of course aren’t convinced, but there is little you can do. If the captain is content on sitting on his hands you’re going to have to do some hand sitting yourself. It’s very frustrating.
Year 41
“They’re breaking down the doors!” a soldier yells.
“Hold ‘em dammit! Don’t let these hyena bastards step one foot into this fort!” Captain Eckers commands.
The captain can order everyone all he wants, but the fact is those gnolls ARE breaking down that door. They have an overwhelming superiority of numbers on their side and even of reinforcements did arrive right now, you’re still sure that it wouldn’t be enough to save you in time.
As you grimly prepare yourself for the onslaught that’s about to bust through the doors, you think about how bad of a choice you made seeking to find your place here in this kingdom of cowards and fools. If you’d stayed with the Empire instead of leaving it, you wouldn’t be in this situation now. Even if you failed to keep it from collapsing, you would’ve at least died honorably in its service.
But this? There will be no honor in this death. You’re going to die, because your superiors and their superiors were either too timid or idiotic to do what was necessary and you’re an even bigger idiot for following along into oblivion.
No more time for regret now though, the gnolls are breaking through. Already the first soldiers still trying to keep the doors shut are screaming their death cries from the axes cleaving into their flesh and spilling their innards onto the floor. Captain Eckers displays a pitiful showing as a gnoll with a halberd severs his head from his body before he can even attack once.
As for you, you make the gnolls earn every inch they step into the fort. The first two that step to you have their heads blown to gooey pieces with your flintlocks, and then you resort to tried and true methods of slaughter.
You hack down several of their number before suffering any major wounds. Even then, you continue to fight with the determination of ten men. The bodies of gnolls pile up, the blood is everywhere and you’ve just suffered an injury that should’ve rightfully killed you, but you continue to fight. All the anger you feel at this situation is being directed utterly towards the gnolls until it finally burns itself out and your body pushes itself past its limitations of physical exertion.
An axe cleaves into your skull, followed by another into your arm, severing it just enough to hang from a bit of tendon. You fall to your knees, then to the floor and that’s when you feel another axe to your back destroying your spine. A finally kick by a hefty boot to the face and the gibbering laughing howls of the gnolls is the last thing you hear.
