Weather: Normal for season (warm); light wind, Light rain
Location: Fort Hope (Omaha, NE)
Ley Line: Very Large (three quarters mile wide, 2000 feet tall, 75 miles long), stretches 75 miles north of the fort (Whiting, IA)
- Light: Daylight
- Visibility: -1 from the rain
Life settled into a routine at Fort Hope over the next few days. Reveille was blown at 6 am and breakfast served at 7. Alpha shift was on duty at 8 am, with patrols sent out into the area within a five mile radius of the fort. With the mercenaries the Trailblazers had brought, Lt. Winston was able to form three more squads, and so sent out a Legion and a mercenary patrol each day, with the second Legion and mercenary team held for defense of the base. The third mercenary team kept watch on the docks and the beach. The Legion tech squad started directing the laborers in construction of the new buildings and earthwork expansions.
Of course, the 101st SET wasn’t required to do any of this. They could pitch in where they were able. Vik helped draft up the plans for the workshop, garage, and generator, once it arrived from Castle Refuge.
Unfortunately, there was the issue of Nazo to contend with. Lt. Winston wasn’t happy with the murder of one of his legionnaires. But there was only her word to go by. A few inquiries discovered that Colonel Hunter had been acting a bit strange the last few days, the wear of the weather and poor conditions weighing him down. And there was the fact that they had no real way to contain a person of her abilities in these conditions. So Winston contented himself with Charlemagne’s vow to take responsibility for her, and she was put on strict probation and confinement to her tent. Thomas was able to smooth-talk and quell any discontent among the other Legionnaires.
The third day after the team’s arrival at the fort, one of the sentries spotted something in the distance to the north. It proved to be a Splugorth slaver barge, but it stayed at a distance, seeming content with observing the fort and not at all inclined to mix it up with an entrenched force.
The night before, a massive thunderstorm had blown through the area. Torrents of rain came down, and even a couple tents were blown over. It was worse in the camp outside the walls with nothing to protect them from the wind, with blown tents and the moat around the fort filling with water. There was even some flooding inside the fort.
The storm had mostly passed, and only a light rain fell now as reveille was blown, awaking everyone from the miserable night. Though the SET has no official duties to rouse to, they are soon interrupted in their tents by a legionnaire.
“Lieutenant Winston needs you in the command tent.”
Lt. Winston stood in the command tent staring at a map on the table when the Trailblazers arrived. Beside him stood a sopping wet young Legionnaire courier who was trying to warm himself with a cup of hot coffee. Winston was scowling and trying to light a damp cigar. When he spotted Ashley, he jammed the cigar under her nose.
“Make yourself useful,” Winston said gruffly. Apparently the bulldog boy had just as miserable a night as everyone else.
“I just received word of a situation that’s developing,” Winston said as his aide brought in another hot cup of coffee. Winston added a generous amount of brandy to it. “Seems there’s some big action building down south in Arkansas near Castle Refuge. Some nowhere town called Gloom. A two-bit would be world conqueror is amassing an army to attack the down and the Castle is sending the whole bloody Legion to meet it, calling in all their chits, they are. There was lots of timey-whimey bullsit that I didn’t understand, but it doesn’t matter.
“What matters is the Legion’s left its bare ass hanging out in a room full of horny hangdogs. Some holier-than-thou religious cult down in Pecos, in their eagerness to answer the Legion’s call, practically cleared out their town of New Alamo of anyone half decent in wielding a weapon or magic. Turns out they were a pretty damn important part of the monster ecosystem down there, keeping the vamps in line. Now we’ve got reports of increasing vampire activity in the area, and even of vampires moving south, under cover of darkness.
“So the Legion needs you. Not in Gloom. The 13th is taking care of that after they wipe those Black Company bastards off the face of this rifts-forsaken earth. Your job is to hie on down to New Alamo and make sure all those kiddies and old folks don’t become Scooby snacks for vampires.”
Winston indicated the map. “New Alamo’s coordinates are there. Map is pretty crude, but should get you there if you can navigate. We’ll expect you back once all the fighting in Gloom is done and the Magdalenas can get back to their rosaries and Hail Marys.
“You have any questions? Grab chow and kit out. You leave at 0800.” Lt. Winston glanced to Charlemagne to see if that was okay.