Welp, I'm sick with something. Feel free to continue without me. Assume Fiora that is on a sugar high from the double butterscotch ginger ales she had for breakfast.
*Anduin awakes after memorising all his spells, whilst putting on his robes, prays to the morninglord, before going to his library to collect a few scrolls to read.*
Ah! Adventure beckons, but not after a healthy, hearty breakfast!
*Anduin sits while a flesh golem brings a plate of selected cuts of meat and cheeses and a loaf of bread.*
Thank you. Fancy joining me?
Rarrrgh...
No?
Rarrgh…
More for me then.
*Anduin shoos the golem away with his fingers and the disfigured, collection of anatomy shuffles away.*
Hmmm... What is this meat? Oh! You've gone... probably don't want to know anyway...
So, after having breakfast and chatting for a bit, the party heads out towards the Satchel and Anvil. On the way, they run into Harvey again. “Good morning!” Harvey greets them with a smile. “Crazy weather last night, huh?”
"Indeed, the fog was thick." Vaga replies to Harvey. Vaga is a trusting person, (almost) never judging people by their thoughts or alignment, instead judging only by actions. Harvey has so far not done anything to earn mistrust from Vaga, so he's completely open with him.
"We actually went out into the mist yesterday and had ourselves a little adventure. We could have used your aid actually. My powers were to meager to defend the team but we lived to tell the tale thanks to the battle prowess of a friend. How did you spend last night? In deep contemplation?" The last questions is asked honestly as Vaga finds it hard to believe most people actually sleeps during the night and assumes most spend their nights sitting on the floor in deep trance and meditation just like he does.
“Oh, yes,” Harvey says without hesitation. “I was contemplating the number of puppies in town! You know, you have exactly 47 puppies here. All of them were brought here from elsewhere, which makes sense, as there aren’t many puppies that are indigenous to this region. Anyway, Butter and I have to get going. We’ve got an important mission to complete.” With that, he starts heading towards the Satchel and Anvil.
When the party enters the Satchel and Anvil, they see Emeril pacing across the floor. She looks up and sees the party enter, and she says “Good timing. We have a problem.” She then notices Harvey, who waves and says “Hello! Are you the mercenary I’m supposed to escort?”
Emeril’s grips the hilt of her katana as she says “There’s been a change of plans. We’ve spotted a force of orcs coming down from the hills, armed and looking for a fight. It seems your king has had a change of heart.” She narrows her eyes at the halfling, who gives her an inquisitive look. “What do you mean?” Harvey asks.
Roan bursts in suddenly behind the party. “Five thousand,” he says. “The approaching force is five thousand strong. However, they may simply be testing our defenses before sending a larger army. We need to take advantage of this time to form a plan.” He also notices the others and says “Once we’re done with this little problem.” He looks straight at Harvey, who is still sitting on Butter, confused.
What! Tell Orcs to PLAN for a battle and they will just up and charge at the enemy.
*Anduin uses a piping professional voice*
Shall we attack during darkness as humans can't see in the dark?
*Anduin uses a weedy croaky voice*
No. LET'S CHARGE!
*Anduin begins a conversation with himself*
Surround them with our superior numbers and let them starve a bit before going in and killing the last famished remnants?
No. LET'S CHARGE!
Shall we spread ourselves out a bit, so we can form a pincer movement, assail the fortifications with ladders to west, fire to the east, ballistae from the south and battering rams to the north gate, causing the defenders to stretch their resources and allowing us to find the weak spots in their defenses that would result in their capitulation and defeat?
No... What? That requires leadership?
Oh wait... Are you asking me?
Maybe.
I ain't asking... I cannot let more beings meet their gods early and become enslaved for all eternity... I must save them... As many as can before it is too late...
But your quest.
My quest.
*Anduin raises his hands to cast a portal spell and pauses unsure what to do.*
Harvey doesn’t say anything. Instead, he snaps his fingers while Butter backs up, and they both meld into the stone wall behind them.
Emeril and Roan exchange looks, and Roan says to Emeril “He could be anywhere now. Should we split up and search for him?” Emeril nods. “Do it,” she says. “I want answers, and right now he’s the only possible lead we’ve got.” Roan nods to the party and says “You heard the lady. Let’s go look.” He heads outside.
A moment later, Roan finds the party again and asks “Did you find him? If not, we need to get back to the store. Emeril has a job for you.” He turns and starts walking back.
The party heads back inside, and Emeril waves them over. “I’m sure Roan already told you, but I have an urgent mission for you. With so many orcs on our doorstep, we need all the help we can get. That means we need the help of our mayor, Sir Stralchus. The man was a knight back in his youth, and his estate is heavily guarded against intruders. If you can somehow get inside to talk to him, perhaps you can appeal to his sense of honor and convince him to aid us.”
"You don't even have to ask, of course we will aid." Vaga says assuredly.
"Strange mayor who locks himself in when his city is under attack. Very well, let's head over their and ask for attendance. I am sure they will let us in to talk to him once we have explained the situation."
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Ah! Adventure beckons, but not after a healthy, hearty breakfast!
*Anduin sits while a flesh golem brings a plate of selected cuts of meat and cheeses and a loaf of bread.*
Thank you. Fancy joining me?
Rarrrgh...
No?
Rarrgh…
More for me then.
*Anduin shoos the golem away with his fingers and the disfigured, collection of anatomy shuffles away.*
Hmmm... What is this meat? Oh! You've gone... probably don't want to know anyway...
"We actually went out into the mist yesterday and had ourselves a little adventure. We could have used your aid actually. My powers were to meager to defend the team but we lived to tell the tale thanks to the battle prowess of a friend. How did you spend last night? In deep contemplation?" The last questions is asked honestly as Vaga finds it hard to believe most people actually sleeps during the night and assumes most spend their nights sitting on the floor in deep trance and meditation just like he does.
Emeril’s grips the hilt of her katana as she says “There’s been a change of plans. We’ve spotted a force of orcs coming down from the hills, armed and looking for a fight. It seems your king has had a change of heart.” She narrows her eyes at the halfling, who gives her an inquisitive look. “What do you mean?” Harvey asks.
Roan bursts in suddenly behind the party. “Five thousand,” he says. “The approaching force is five thousand strong. However, they may simply be testing our defenses before sending a larger army. We need to take advantage of this time to form a plan.” He also notices the others and says “Once we’re done with this little problem.” He looks straight at Harvey, who is still sitting on Butter, confused.
What! Tell Orcs to PLAN for a battle and they will just up and charge at the enemy.
*Anduin uses a piping professional voice*
Shall we attack during darkness as humans can't see in the dark?
*Anduin uses a weedy croaky voice*
No. LET'S CHARGE!
*Anduin begins a conversation with himself*
Surround them with our superior numbers and let them starve a bit before going in and killing the last famished remnants?
No. LET'S CHARGE!
Shall we spread ourselves out a bit, so we can form a pincer movement, assail the fortifications with ladders to west, fire to the east, ballistae from the south and battering rams to the north gate, causing the defenders to stretch their resources and allowing us to find the weak spots in their defenses that would result in their capitulation and defeat?
No... What? That requires leadership?
Oh wait... Are you asking me?
Maybe.
I ain't asking... I cannot let more beings meet their gods early and become enslaved for all eternity... I must save them... As many as can before it is too late...
But your quest.
My quest.
*Anduin raises his hands to cast a portal spell and pauses unsure what to do.*
Emeril and Roan exchange looks, and Roan says to Emeril “He could be anywhere now. Should we split up and search for him?” Emeril nods. “Do it,” she says. “I want answers, and right now he’s the only possible lead we’ve got.” Roan nods to the party and says “You heard the lady. Let’s go look.” He heads outside.
Fiora hears faintly what sounds like the cry of a large bird, coming from behind the building.
"Strange mayor who locks himself in when his city is under attack. Very well, let's head over their and ask for attendance. I am sure they will let us in to talk to him once we have explained the situation."