[RPG] [BT][Rio] Gorch - Flaying the undead scout, er, dead

[Alex]

/Gorch was roaming the outer streets of Rines at sunset, watching his 
men wander round, their number dwarfed by the gargantuan city. Still, it 
helped to keep an eye on the populace, and being on scene gave the 
people hope - not to mention it was a good way to make sure the best of 
the best of the fit-to-fight-in-these-godforsaken-times got pressganged 
into service.

News came in from outside the walls that a leaderless and relatively 
small undead unit had been sighted heading across the countryside to the 
city. Gorch was not unduly worried, ordering his men to start preparing 
for sentry duty on the walls overnight. An advance group, however, had 
appeared to infiltrate the city already. You could tell by the screams 
coming from the north-eastern section.

Leaving the matter to his captain, Gorch watched from a secure distance 
as his men ambushed the undead group, who looked rather disorientated, 
and dragged one captured and bedraggled corpse up, slicing and dicing 
the tthers with ease. Throwing him at the floor before Gorch, the Duke 
looked at it with distaste./

"A wonderful specimen I'm sure, Wilhelm, but do I really have any need 
for an undead drone with a fondness for human flesh?" Gorch remarked drily.

"Yessir. We've beaten some information out of him, sir. Could be useful, 
in my opinion." Wilhelm saluted smartly, glaring at the men behind him 
who were snickering slightly. With a swift kick, he flipped the undead 
over, who was drooling in the dirt and apparently laughing soundlessly.

"So," Gorch asked of the corpse, "What was your mission here?"

/He waited for a few seconds, then kicked the prostrate figure./

"Captain, I believe this to be a waste of my time, if he won't 
cooperate, see to it that his corpse is dismantled in the most painful 
way you can think of and then hang him on the walls as an example to the 
rest of the horde."

/The undead jerked spasmodically for a few moments before spitting out a 
single word, almost incoherently./

"What did you say?" Gorch demanded of the thing sharply?

"Jonathon!" The undead opened his eyes clearly now, and cackles with 
renewed fervour. "He sent us here to probe your defences, and oh how I 
welcome death compared to the failure that otherwise awaits me!"

/As the corpse descended again into incoherent bouts of coughing and 
muttering, Gorch shook his head and turned away./

"Wilhelm, continue with the original plan and then prepare for an 
assault, I will see about commissioning some militia backup. Should make 
your job easier, eh? And if you have time, take your lads down the pubs 
- the gods know they've deserved it."

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Scout Captured (just in)
Your men bring you an enemy scout who was captured while trying to 
gather information about the region. You can beat out of him that he was 
sent by Jonathan, who has his camp in Avengmil currently.

Sir Gorch Exiled
Duke of Rines, Marshal of the Army of Riombara

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