The Hassles of Hoff; 'Terror Rising pt1'

Previously on;

 The Famous fighting cocks lead by the brave sgt Quentin Hoff valiantly defended the sea side town of Sandycrece from an angry mob of sea raiders and their GIANT MAN EATING SEA CRAB!. however the action came at a cost, in the chaos of the mele sgt Hoff had been killed, his body lay dead, surrounded by his men.......

-Outskirts of cleft, militia camp-

 Dark shapes moved silently among the trees. At their head a robed figure stalked, intent on the small force shuddering around their camp fire just inside the clearing. A collection of tired old men and scared youngsters. Call this a militia?, hah!, he would crush them, more numbers to add to his flock. He stopped just short of the shadowy tree line, as one the mass of shapes following him stopped dead, some swayed as if unsure of their footing. The Robed figure smiled. He raised his arms dramatically, poised, ready to strike!.

                                                    

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-The beach, Sandycrece-

 The wind had strengthened, it whipped sand into Gingers tear covered face as he knelt over the body of his Sgt. 'We should bury him, give him a dignified sendoff' He said over his shoulder to the rest of the fighting cocks, most of whom were laughing and joking over their camp fires, drinking cheep wine and  tearing at roasting meat. 'I said we should give him a proper send off.....WHY WONT YOU LISTEN?, WHY DONT YOU CARE?!!' he wiped his face against his sleeve and jumped to his feet, storming towards the revel. 'HAVE YOU NO SHAME, YOUR SGT LAYS DEAD AND YOU MAKE MERRY, THE FINEST MAN AMONG YOU AND YOU CANT GIVE TWO SHITS FOR HIM?'. 'Calm down lad, slurred one of the solders through a mouthful of wine, keep ya fuckin powder dry kid......'

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-The lords chamber, Ballent keep-

  '....So you see my position captin....captin....err......'
'D'ballett my lord, Captin Stanley D'ballet' replied the captin, bringing his attention back to the conversation, god these rich bastards could talk!. Just get on with the commission and we can get on with whatever it is you want us to do.
'D'ballet, yes, i think i served with your father in the Umaman, good man...fine mustache.'
'Lord Ballent, if we may return to your offer' said the second solder sat opposite shuffling a stack of parchment. He regarded the old lord with a kind of smirking arrogance that made the old man bristle, lord Ballent puffed out his ample chest and glared at Captin D'ballet. 'I did not catch your subordinates title captin' he spat.
' Sgt Darren Duran, dont mind him my lord, he offends everybody. Now if we can get back to your daughter, Lady Grace is it?, you say she vanished the same night as the Rampant Cocks escaped...'

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-The beach, Sandycrece-

  Ginger marched on the revelers. 'WHY WONT YOU HELP, DONT YOU CARE YOU BLOODY ANIMALS!, HES DEAD, CANT YOU SEE HES DEAD!'. Hot tears ran down his young cheeks, half blinding him. He stomped towards a spit and up ended it sending its contents into the sand, he kicked over ale casks and piles of shields. Strong hands grabbed him round his waste and lifted him off the ground, 'What youz think youz dooin lad' asked Bear as he held him. 'No one gives a shit bear!' Ginger sobbed 'They wont even help bury him!'. 'Help who?' asked bear, swinging the youngster to see the spot where Sgt Hoffs body lay...where it used to lay....bear swung Ginger back around, a familiar weather beaten face filled his vision, twisting its grey mustache 'Now Ginger, i will not have such fuss in the ranks' barked a smiling  Sgt Hoff. As the laughter of the fighting cocks rang in gingers ears, he fainted.

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-The lords chamber, Ballent keep-

 'So its agreed, the price is three hundred gold pieces to return Lady Grace and deliver the head of one Sgt Hoff.' Said captin D'ballet rising from his chair, his hand outstretched. Lord Ballent grasped it and shook it enthusiasticly. 'Champion, cant spare another man on this, need men i can trust to see this through, you come highly recomended'. 'The reputation of the Steel Griffons has travelled far i see, good, good. We will get to it right away. Sgt Duran'. The sgt thrust a contract across the table towards Lord Ballent, along with a quill. The Lord grabbed it and signed. 'Good show, very good' he said to himself. He handed back the papers and the two mercenaries turned to leave. 'God speed to the shitty...er i mean steel griffons!'Lord Ballent cried as they went. For a second the men hesitated.

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-Outskirts of cleft, militia camp-

    The robed figure swept his arms forward dramatically, a powerful wind burst forth sending the closest of the militia sprawling, it blew out their fire and torches. The men in the clearing were plunged into darkness. He sensed their fear, breathed it is as around him he could hear confused orders being barked. He only said one word....'NOW!', as one the figures under his control burst forth from the forest.......


  .......To be continued......


   That's part one, part two will contain things like miniatures and photos and all that good stuff. All that remains is to give a huge welcome to Mr lee Majors, the latest deranged individual to want to actually follow this bobbins!. Welcome sir!. As always feel free to say hello in the comments and of you blog please put a link in there as its great to check out what you get up to when not following this crud!.

......any who, till next time....