Bah, she loses to a guy who lost part of his power to Heyward? But at least it is making him lose also, gets her out of the way, and gives us a possible mechanism for Heyward to win.
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Hmm… Interesting.
How did Jasen suddenly go from being Black’s slave to torturing him? What kept him from doing that years ago?
Black is now in a bit of a predicament, isn't he?
He's well and truly stuck. He is now Exeter's toy and seems to be limited in what he can do.
He's well and truly stuck. He is now Exeter's toy and seems to be limited in what he can do.
And yet another tree dies. You had beter watch yourself, CatKnight. You'll soon start getting nasty letters. 
So now Black is at the mercy of his horrific creation. What a change in plans for the wicked. And further, once Rutledge's body is desposed of, will it be found? What questions will follow?
So now Black is at the mercy of his horrific creation. What a change in plans for the wicked. And further, once Rutledge's body is desposed of, will it be found? What questions will follow?
Well, first things first, those lyrics for some reason remind of of the song "The night the lights went out in Georgia" Why? Don't ask me, hell I can't even remember when that song was popular, I was only knee hight to a grasshopper at the time. Ask Storey, he might remember the time.
Anyway, back to our story... My oh my has Mr. Black made a big time mistake! I'm liking it! However, I don't think things are going to stay the way the are in that cliff-hanger. I think Jasen will be brought to heel, eventually.
The question is, what sort of mayhem is this going to cause out brave heroes?
Anyway, back to our story... My oh my has Mr. Black made a big time mistake! I'm liking it!
However, I don't think things are going to stay the way the are in that cliff-hanger. I think Jasen will be brought to heel, eventually. The question is, what sort of mayhem is this going to cause out brave heroes?
Draco Rexus said:Well, first things first, those lyrics for some reason remind of of the song "The night the lights went out in Georgia" Why? Don't ask me, hell I can't even remember when that song was popular, I was only knee hight to a grasshopper at the time. Ask Storey, he might remember the time.
The night Chicago died. Or at least those are more lyrics, it's some song on a cd my parents listen to.
That's right, that's the song! Seems for some reason I've got Georgia on my mind. I wonder if that's cause I'm listening to Ray Charles?
Thanks, Passepartout!
I wonder if that's cause I'm listening to Ray Charles? Thanks, Passepartout!
Fulcrumvale said:
Black's too weak to dominate anyone so Jasen gets a new play toy.
Joe
Draco Rexus said:Why? Don't ask me, hell I can't even remember when that song was popular, I was only knee hight to a grasshopper at the time. Ask Storey, he might remember the time.
Just think Draco, your kids already think you're old!
Joe
CatKnight said:
Waaay back somewhere in your story I mentioned that Black as going to have to stumble for Tom to have a chance against him and it seems I was right.
Still you can't keep a good villain down for long so I expect Black to rebound and spread havoc once again.Joe
Storey said:I suddenly feel old.
Joe
Yep, my mother turns fifty in a year. And my dad in '08.
CatKnight: ...GhostWriter: Does a wolfpack count as outside intervention? She did invite them...
no, as they were present at the time i posted.
CatKnight: ...Chesmu finished the last wolf, but rather than helping he fled...
somehow, that does not seem right ! ! after all, why flee after victory? ?
CatKnight: ...Jasen's grin broadened. This was like having a new toy!
what happens to Jasen's powers if Mr. Black also dies? ?
perhaps, Chesmu redeems his actions by returning? ?
excellent update! !
no, as they were present at the time i posted.
CatKnight: ...Chesmu finished the last wolf, but rather than helping he fled...
somehow, that does not seem right ! ! after all, why flee after victory? ?
CatKnight: ...Jasen's grin broadened. This was like having a new toy!
what happens to Jasen's powers if Mr. Black also dies? ?
perhaps, Chesmu redeems his actions by returning? ?
excellent update! !
J. Passepartout: True, but keep in mind he must have initially been stronger than her just to survive this long. More importantly, as you say, that post gives us a pretty good clue what to do about Black.
Fulcrumvale: Power. Black's always had it over Jasen. Now Jasen wants revenge
Chief Ragusa: Yep.
coz1: The trees are already mad at me. They're afraid to write letters though cuz it uses paper, which comes from trees. They're pretty good at e-mail..
Draco Rexus: Black definitely made a bad mistake.
J. Passepartout: Yep, "The Night Chicago Died"
Storey: Exactly. Jasen's freed from Black's control. I actually hadn't planned for Black to stumble this badly, but as the story unfolded....it made sense.
GhostWriter: M...I see your point about Chesmu. My reasoning was this: Yes, he did win - but he was already pretty banged up. He went off to lick his wounds.
Fulcrumvale: Power. Black's always had it over Jasen. Now Jasen wants revenge
Chief Ragusa: Yep.
coz1: The trees are already mad at me. They're afraid to write letters though cuz it uses paper, which comes from trees. They're pretty good at e-mail..
Draco Rexus: Black definitely made a bad mistake.
J. Passepartout: Yep, "The Night Chicago Died"
Storey: Exactly. Jasen's freed from Black's control. I actually hadn't planned for Black to stumble this badly, but as the story unfolded....it made sense.
GhostWriter: M...I see your point about Chesmu. My reasoning was this: Yes, he did win - but he was already pretty banged up. He went off to lick his wounds.
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Cherokee Country
August 1784
"What in hell is this, sir?" shouted General Matthew Allen. He leapt to his feet and spun on the lieutenant who'd burst in. "Where are your manners, to enter an officer's tent without announcing yourself? If you were not commissioned I should have you flogged! Who the ____ do you think you are?" Rutledge's demands weighed on him. He wanted a successful end to this campaign, and Allen very much doubted this was still possible. The Carolinans still had numbers, but not enough to safely storm a fortress and with morale so low, and now this insolent coxcomb...
"Beg pardon, sir," said the flustered coxcomb. "The surgeon's compliments, and will you come to his ward?"
"Why the devil would I do that?" Allen snapped. The doctor had a number of usual cases - heatstroke, exhaustion, a violent illness whose only danger lay in leaving men dehydrated. A major, bitten by a mosquito while taking care of the necessaries, could no longer walk. A dozen cases of what appeared to be spiritual torpor - depression leading to lethargy. Nothing fatal.
"Sir, Mister Rutledge is there and asks for you..."
Allen grit his teeth.
"...and the surgeon begs to say that, should you wish to honor his request, it is now or never." The lieutenant paled. "I may add, sir, that he seems to have encountered a wild beast. There is blood everywhere."
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The ward seemed subdued as General Allen paced past the cots under their awning. Granted they'd be silent anyway in deference to his passage, but faces usually either smiling with relief, or tight against pain seemed troubled. A thin trail, droplets of blood showed him the way to a blanket serving as partition.
"Doctor?" he called, wrinkling his nose at the scent.
The surgeon came out. Blood smeared his smock, hands and sleeves. A thin man in his thirties, with sparse black hair: His medical wig lost on the trail weeks ago. His was a hard, cold face and his bedside manners were non-extant. He met the general's gaze and shook his head. "It won't be long now."
"What happened?"
"Wolves, or I'm a Dutchman. A huge man carried him to our camp and left him with the sentries. They challenged him, but he ran clean away. They brought him here and..." He shook his head again. "He's been asking for you."
Allen nodded. What would Carolina do now? Guerard ill...did they even have a lieutenant governor? They'd want him to somehow win a war without political leadership or probably supplies either. He bit his lip, passed the doctor and pushed through the blanket.
Rutledge lay covered by a white sheet stained red, gasping his last breathes and staring blindly at the overhead tarp. Allen lowered his head, removed his hat and stepped forward. "Sir?"
The lawyer slowly freed his right hand, a mess of flesh, muscle and blood. Allen started to take it, changed his mind.
"Allen?" hissed Rutledge. No longer confident, a desperate plea for some sort of connection at the end.
"Sir. I'm here, sir."
He mumbled something incomprehensible.
Allen leaned closer, his ear to the lawyer's lips. "What was that, sir?"
"..run..quickly."
The general straightened. "Mister Rutledge?"
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"Major, I understand your distress," the doctor said, "but I give you my word, you have already received more laudanum than a man your size can safely endure!"
The major doubled over, protecting himself. "It's not enough, God rot you!" he swore.
"The swelling should go down in a few days, sir. Then I promise all will be well. You can still empty your bladder?"
"Painfully," the major snapped.
"Painfully is better than not at all. I will have my boy give you some liquor. It may take the edge off."
"I hope so. God, if I have to take any more of this..."
A piercing shriek, loud and inhuman shattered the ward. It rose higher and higher, the cry of a damned soul. It broke off suddenly and still no one moved, staring in shock at the partioned area. Two soldiers raced into the tent, rifles poised.
Slowly the doctor rose. "Wait here," he told everyone curtly and passed through the cloth barrier. He found Rutledge dead, half on his side reaching for Allen at the end. The general knelt, his hands covering his face and shaking.
"What happened?" No response. He stepped forward and shook Allen gently.
General Allen slowly lowered his hands and stared at the body. "He's dead."
"I know, General." The surgeon squatted beside him. Glassy eyes. Shock. "Come, General. Let me find you a chair." He lifted his head as Allen stood.
"No, thank you. I have some business to attend to. See to poor Edward, will you?"
J. Passepartout said:
Unfortunately, Black is now in possession of General Allen. Not good news for the Cherokee or Heyward. Allen should have run when he was told to.
Well, we knew that Mr. Black was not done in our story, now our heroes are going to have to switch gears to deal with him being in control of General Allen.
However, this should prove to be interesting. Very interesting.
However, this should prove to be interesting. Very interesting.
Just a quick note: I've started an EU*1* AAR.
I know - three AARs - Cat's insane. Well, I grabbed EU1 through Gamer's Gate two days ago and I'm really enjoying it. I wanted to give it a whirl, and as this game can only go nineteen years at most I thought it'd be a nice diversion.
Resurrection will continue, of course. It might not even lose much speed. This is just something I wanted to try.
C'mon over and watch me go down in flames as I unlearn everything EU2 taught me
I know - three AARs - Cat's insane. Well, I grabbed EU1 through Gamer's Gate two days ago and I'm really enjoying it. I wanted to give it a whirl, and as this game can only go nineteen years at most I thought it'd be a nice diversion.
Resurrection will continue, of course. It might not even lose much speed. This is just something I wanted to try.
C'mon over and watch me go down in flames as I unlearn everything EU2 taught me