Post by Horas on Nov 12, 2008 16:33:37 GMT -5
Brandon felt like he was on fire as he watched Runestone burn in the distance, his hands shook and some leaves on a tree behind him began to burn. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself. It wouldn't do to let the anger control his flames, no.. the anger would be served for another task. Brandon now looked like a regular mercenary, a mercenary that could speak Braavosi. It happened to be extremely usefull when you were attempting to infiltrate an enemy camp, a Braavosi camp at that. There was about 6 000 Braavosi men, and well everyone could not know eachother.
He snuck in the camp making himself out to be a sentry returning from duty, he sat down amongts their campfires and if the men were observant enough they would notice that the fires became a bit bigger and hotter. He listened into the talks, about how they were doing with the pillaging, the food supplies, which captain was the best battle commander and who the second in command was. He learnt that the first few days.
The second day he had started poisoning the food supply, it was nothing drastic like he had done on the ship of Aotah at Hellholt but it was enough that the rate of camp sickness increased. The mercenaries were likely to view that as bad food more than anything else, though of course the next day even more people were sick. Not the commanders though, not yet.
The third day a few mercenaries got into an arguement that ended up with blood shed, it happens when about 50 men eat meat that has been coated with basilisk blood. One of them happened to be a friend of the second in command, he wasn't too happy with the people involved which ended up hanged in some trees to get the rest of the company to learn the value of dicipline.
After the fourth day he had seen heard the mercenary captain speak, as he allready had heard the second in command. Their voices was easy enough to learn, it came natural when he had some magic control over sound. How easy was it not to give an order that the men guarding the food should be changed, and then sneak in and contaminate the food. Obviously he did not have enough poison to kill the entire company but you did not need poison to make food bad and people sick. Corpses, piss and shit did that job for you. Lucky for him that the second in command had made nearly 50 corpses available for him.
The fifth night dissent had nearly started in the camp, people were talking about a curse. A curse they had gotten after the sacking of Runestone, and it did not help the slightest when Brandon imitated the captain's voice when he could not be seen and spoke of vengeful ghosts. That put a fright in someone. Mercenaries were simple people, they could be made to believe most of the things.
The sixt night he made his way to the second in command's tent, focusing on his magic to prevent any noises from his movement and from the shearing through the canvas. Silent as a shadow he stepped over the bed of the second in command and forced poison down the man's throat. The man could have screamed his lungs out but Brandon had focused with all his willpower that the sound would be heard in the other end of the camp instead. The body spasmed before it lay still, no sign of poisoning was present and Brandon made his way unnoticed out of the tent. Obviously the next day the camp was in worse shape, as the tales of vengeful ghosts spread. "I swear I heard the second in command scream," some would say and others would shake their heads. "I was sleeping closer to his tent than you, and I did not hear anything". People would call eachother liers and more fighting amongst themselves was done untill the Captain put an end to it by hanging some more. That did not sit particularly well with the mercenaries.
The seventh night, he snuck into the captain's tent and ended his life by sliting his throat. The Captain greeted the dawn with a smiling throat. He made his way out of the tent and to the outskirts of the camp. A sentry spotted him, but he responded with the captain's voice that he would take a round himself. There were trees surrounding the camp, for cover, and soon Brandon had set fire to them all. The grass was dry and the fire spread onward to the camp, people were panicking and especially so when they found their captain dead. Brandon raced to the horses along with the other Braavosi and rode out of the area. In the confusion he made his way away from the mercenaries and to the west. Brandon felt slightly sorry for the people in the camp that were sick, he knew how painful it was to get burnt, too bad the sick people were to weak to move very fast.
Results
Brandon sabotages the Braavosi Mercenaries in Vale, the commanders are dead, food supply contaminated or gone, 1,000 number of people die of sickness/burnt to death. 2,000 of people are weakened should they attempt to fight soon. A further 1,500 desert from the cursed company and scatter into the surrounding countryside, becomeing disorganized bandits. The Mercenaries are disorganised and demoralised by the events.
Brandon increase poisoning from near Grand Master to Grand Master
Brandon increase espionage from master to master+
He snuck in the camp making himself out to be a sentry returning from duty, he sat down amongts their campfires and if the men were observant enough they would notice that the fires became a bit bigger and hotter. He listened into the talks, about how they were doing with the pillaging, the food supplies, which captain was the best battle commander and who the second in command was. He learnt that the first few days.
The second day he had started poisoning the food supply, it was nothing drastic like he had done on the ship of Aotah at Hellholt but it was enough that the rate of camp sickness increased. The mercenaries were likely to view that as bad food more than anything else, though of course the next day even more people were sick. Not the commanders though, not yet.
The third day a few mercenaries got into an arguement that ended up with blood shed, it happens when about 50 men eat meat that has been coated with basilisk blood. One of them happened to be a friend of the second in command, he wasn't too happy with the people involved which ended up hanged in some trees to get the rest of the company to learn the value of dicipline.
After the fourth day he had seen heard the mercenary captain speak, as he allready had heard the second in command. Their voices was easy enough to learn, it came natural when he had some magic control over sound. How easy was it not to give an order that the men guarding the food should be changed, and then sneak in and contaminate the food. Obviously he did not have enough poison to kill the entire company but you did not need poison to make food bad and people sick. Corpses, piss and shit did that job for you. Lucky for him that the second in command had made nearly 50 corpses available for him.
The fifth night dissent had nearly started in the camp, people were talking about a curse. A curse they had gotten after the sacking of Runestone, and it did not help the slightest when Brandon imitated the captain's voice when he could not be seen and spoke of vengeful ghosts. That put a fright in someone. Mercenaries were simple people, they could be made to believe most of the things.
The sixt night he made his way to the second in command's tent, focusing on his magic to prevent any noises from his movement and from the shearing through the canvas. Silent as a shadow he stepped over the bed of the second in command and forced poison down the man's throat. The man could have screamed his lungs out but Brandon had focused with all his willpower that the sound would be heard in the other end of the camp instead. The body spasmed before it lay still, no sign of poisoning was present and Brandon made his way unnoticed out of the tent. Obviously the next day the camp was in worse shape, as the tales of vengeful ghosts spread. "I swear I heard the second in command scream," some would say and others would shake their heads. "I was sleeping closer to his tent than you, and I did not hear anything". People would call eachother liers and more fighting amongst themselves was done untill the Captain put an end to it by hanging some more. That did not sit particularly well with the mercenaries.
The seventh night, he snuck into the captain's tent and ended his life by sliting his throat. The Captain greeted the dawn with a smiling throat. He made his way out of the tent and to the outskirts of the camp. A sentry spotted him, but he responded with the captain's voice that he would take a round himself. There were trees surrounding the camp, for cover, and soon Brandon had set fire to them all. The grass was dry and the fire spread onward to the camp, people were panicking and especially so when they found their captain dead. Brandon raced to the horses along with the other Braavosi and rode out of the area. In the confusion he made his way away from the mercenaries and to the west. Brandon felt slightly sorry for the people in the camp that were sick, he knew how painful it was to get burnt, too bad the sick people were to weak to move very fast.
Results
Brandon sabotages the Braavosi Mercenaries in Vale, the commanders are dead, food supply contaminated or gone, 1,000 number of people die of sickness/burnt to death. 2,000 of people are weakened should they attempt to fight soon. A further 1,500 desert from the cursed company and scatter into the surrounding countryside, becomeing disorganized bandits. The Mercenaries are disorganised and demoralised by the events.
Brandon increase poisoning from near Grand Master to Grand Master
Brandon increase espionage from master to master+