All text by Neil (aka Steffen). Minimal layout by CHP.
Recruitment.
After our most excellent wins in trial combat over our most distinguished Company Sergeant we were given the honour of yet another trial combat and again the winner was me. That is of course I was disturbed while eating a nice sandwich and was forced to try and hit one of my friends and of course I do not like to do these things so I prudently camouflaged myself behind Barske Bart, which of course did not help. Several bruises later I was allowed to go back to bed and relax, hey who ever said that combat does not result in something good.
Unfortunately we were informed that our distinguished Nattens Herre Priest was called back to the temple and thus had to leave the militia. How the heck does she pull something like that? I doubt the Ratcatchers guild could do that for me.
After yet again an excellent breakfast, Oatmeal with to little Oak, we were informed that we had our first duty in the sewers, or more correctly in the waterways, which of course is not as bad as the sewers - were is the challenges. I was given the dubious honour of guiding this exalted group of potentials through this endeavour, as someone said we did not need a seasoned corporal to lead us. Who is that bugger - it must be one of the strong-arms. At least I don't remember who said anything, properly because I myself was using my mouth - to eat of course. Down in the waterways we saw some giant rats, quietly munching away at litter and other unspeakable things. I still wonder how we can deem this a good and safe way of getting "clean" water. At least we did not see many and everything seemed clean enough.
Breakfast ? ? ? ? Yet again down to the underground. Home sweet home? If you can even contemplate the word sweet in relation to the sewers, but at least everything was the same old familiar stench and darkness. No light is fun. We chased away several giant rats, from their feeding frenzy on a local horse carcass, we pushed it back in the channel to let the water flow again, so the rats will have to find it at the next place where it get stuck. There was no sign of anything out of the ordinary. Only the strong-arms in the group wanted to bash every rat they say! Why I asked we are the invaders here they are just doing their job of cleaning up the place and as long as they don't disturb us we should not disturb them. The food after this trip was excellent and the bar very quiet! It may have something to do with the fact that most forgot to take a dip in the local bathhouse. We need to get a free pass to that! Captain Nobilus, or whatever his name is, should keep up his end of his deal and make that happen, how else can we be the heroes he so craves - smelly heroes? That will be the talk at the court.
Sewers here we come! A good breakfast for change - guess what?
................. Oatmeal and a piece of bread - wow. I managed to scope two portions - who went hungry.Today the rats were somewhat agitated and we had to bash one as it bit at one of us, Grulfine jumped into the channel for the first time chasing it. Someone needs to sacrifice oneself in this Nobilus Quest.
In remembrance of lost breakfasts, I dedicate this to Mrs. Cravenwatt . . .
. . we did not get any today. The service the service. Vakse Viggi must have eaten it. He seems to eat almost if not more than little me! Competition on this particular field is not ideal. We went down into the sewers again and the rats were definitely agitated over something and we had to fight several times and we all ended up in the shit one or several times. Is that what the mean with loosing ones virginity? The others said it smelled awful, but hey you get used to the most.
I beat Vakse Viggi to the breakfast through today, I do not know if the others got any, but I think they did . . . . . Sated on Oatmeal and half a slice.
We went to the sewers on or regular route scanning for trouble and obstructions. We did not find any obstructions, but several severed rats - It looked like the bottom half of the rats were bitten off, never seen anything like it. Put a Danger mark on the wall. The rats were still agitated - obviously - like the rest of the group. When back up I had a chat with my farther and he had not seen any such marks before, except maybe in the lower levels, but the "Hunter Fish" which could do it had never been sighted in the upper sewers. But he would also keep an eye out. Not that he gets into the sewers very much after the militia took over the job in the Docks.
What a meal - - - the key word here is What! - - - - What was it. Viggi I'll have to look after him a bit more.
We went into the sewers again patrolling shit, when suddenly we were rushed by several rats, but they did not attack except for pressing themselves by us in a rush. This indicated that something must be coming and I quickly indicated from which directions and the Bashers took position in a Y section of the sewers. Elfine, Crux and I in second line and Skiller and Grolfine in the front. Down the sewer came something what I would name it a Dracine, tail, snout, teeth and small useless wings, two hind-legs and two small front legs. I flashed it early on blinding and confusing it slightly and the Bashers started chopping at it. We all had our fun with it - and I tried to save it for scientific purposes, I hear they pay more live than dead, or maybe for advanced pest control. We may find another one later. But alas it was dispatched and taken to the surface and we got to go to the local bar for a meal after this and one more step on the Noblius Quest was fulfilled.
The morning was celebrated with a feast - a bucket of water in the face from Barske Bart - and the yell that we needed yet more education. - - - What can that flopper gast Teach us. NO breakfast of course. After a long morning doing pointless pointers with small little sticks we had the "Glorious" honour of meeting our Noble and enlightened leader the Lortshit of the barracks and founder of the Noblius Quest . . . . . I forgot his name can anybody tell. I think he should chose a bit more wisely in his XXth in command Barske Bart. He informed us that we now were "upgraded" to night duty in Fishy, bloody hell what an upgrade. But at least we got the afternoon of to sleep and relax, much to Barske Barts displeasement. This . . . . a reward for dispatching a small monster in the sewers into yet another smelly place and fish on top of that. We got issued with real "wooden" batches from the Militia, giving us law authority in D3T. . . . . WOW. But at least we can now where weapons and get through the gates without paying.
Dinner - Fried Rat meat with sewer Sauce . . . . At least that is what it tasted like . . . . And I know.
We Were issued with lanterns, rations (jujube) and sent to the Fishy gates just before Nightfall and more or less pushed through the gate. Looking forward to an exciting night I lead the guys around Fishy showing them the different main streets . . . . I am certain that Crux knows this district better than me but alas the dubious honour of finding a relaxing place was given to me. At last we found ourselves on the Beach and I was leisurely relaxing on one of the fishing boats when 5 big brainers from Fishy came out of the alley bitching about me being rude and annoying. It was Fisker Hans who was the load one. I can take a lot but being yelled at by a fisher when in "official" duty is bloody hell not in the book and I yelled back that he should move away from the beach and go home. He then started to get physical, trying to hit me and that I can not stand in any event, and in lack of a bludgeon Baton I had to use my sword. A mage with a Sword - - - What a way to go . . . . But luck follows the brave and I made them pull back someway where they started conspiring. Within my right as a lawful representative of the D3T I politely but firmly asked them to disperse but without the backup of my group it resulted in me standing alone against 5 persons with Sticks. I almost got him but they battered me to the ground, at which point Grulfine rushed to protect my prone figure and the rest of the group started helping out and Elfine put Fisker hand to the ground with a wellaimed arrow although the rest of the scoundrels managed to get him away with them. For good reasons I can not say waht Skiller and Crux did, but the other ensure me that they eventually joined in the fray.
Thanks guys I could have died. You may disagree with the arguments, but we need to stick together as a group - we are the law after all and not individuals standing around on a beach. We can argue among ourselves and find out what and hows outside situations but to be honest I think we could have avoided any bloodshed and fighting if you had backed me up. Hit me afterwards if you must, but as a group we stand a much better chance. I think we need to think a little about formation in open confrontation. An intimidating line is better than 5 individual along distributed around. Bow or sneaker alike. As a result of this little battle I was incapacitated the next day and was not there when Basse Brian took my place.
ZZZZZZzzzzzzzz - Breakfast - Lunch - Dinner ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz
The group tell me that they were send on patrol again in Fishy this time with Basse Brian and that he soon showed them a secluded beach site, with no overview what so ever and that he provided them with a barrel of Beer that he and Skiller promptly drank. If you have to Take "Gifts" then at least make them worth you wile guys. That is just course for trouble - I say all or nothing. If we are to patrol Fishy then make us do it right.
Breakfast - - - EAT EAT EAT - - - Tra La La La La - - - Munch Munch . . . .
I am alive. Although the previous night story does not please me. We should be able to do better.