Round 1
"Look, we have company..." he goes over to Vik and scurries up him to sit on his shoulder.
RD 1
Fizzy steps in front of Rekkla, HookHammer spinning above his head.
By all the pie that shall not be eaten if I die
Fear me for Dark Fizzy is nigh
Fizzy's skin seems to go pale, and his eyes turn red, while his hair bleaches totally white. Strange spirits seem to swirl about him.
Round 1
Torq pulls alongside his group as they gallop towards the newcomers.. "Um why does it look like we're about to fight? Aren't these the men were looking for to help?" Regardless he pulls his heavy mace free of his back and readys for combat.. "Oh i see there being attacked by the Dragonkin.. This should be fun.. And by fun i mean not fun.." He outwardly sighs at the sight of the monstrous figures before him..
Rekka squeals and dives behind Vik. This adventure is getting a bit exciting for her tastes, and she curses in Aklo about ever venturing out of her nest.
"What shall we do Vik? Do I go bitey bitey or wait for them to hurt us?" Waiting on Vik's command.
At the hearing of a parlay Torq sighs a slight breath of relief and slows his horse down.. Then he notices the dragonkin take sides with the others.. Maybe this is the group were looking for.. "Their yelling for a parlay and there obviously not fighting the dragonkin.. Slow your speed and lets be civil please.. A sidelong glance at the two academicians makes his stomach turn though.. Please lets just be civil..
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Galloping up to a halt, Lelouch turns his horse sideways and looks at the people in front of him.
You there! Do you travel from Oleg's?
The boy waits for a response, holding his hand up to those who travel with him, signalling "hold".
Round 2
Feeling force wobble between his fingertips like a Kara-Turan ball, he readies a casting of Magic Missile to target an enemy nearest to Fionn if combat occurs.
Vik looks around and see all the support forming up on him. Emboldened he stept forward and calls to those riding towards them.
"HALT AND IDENTIFY YOURSELVES!"
He speaks to those around him.
"Let us wait and see what they do. If they are bandits, then we shall wipe them from these lands, and if not, I would know why there are here."
Round 2
Torq rides his horse to a stop alongside the rest of his group.. The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife, it seems like hell is going to the perverbial hand basket at any moment. With no reponse from either side he sighs.. "Why must i be the one to talk.. With all these big talkers around here and they leave me to do it.. very well"
Round 3
"I am Torq Sharptooth and these are my friends here.. We come from Oleg's in search of group sent to tame the wildlands by the Swordlords.. We come to aid them in their quest.. Are you who we seek?" He waits for a response..
Rekka squeals, "We're from Oleg's!" Then she adds quickly, "Well I'm not but they are and we're not undeads or dragons or bandits so maybe you're looking for us!"
Round 2
"I am Viklop Kolavar, apprentice to the Swordlord Jamandi of Restov and holder of a charter from said Swordlord to explore and tame this land. These are my associates. Who sent you and for what purpose, for I was not informed that others were also working a charter in these same lands."
He moves a little forward of the group and sheaths his sword.
Round 2
"There was a mixup somewhere along the line," Xantria explained, approaching on-foot after dismounting and directing Tarek and Maxel to stay back, "I'm Xantria - apprentice of Swordlord Larek. We're here to try and deal with the bandits as well. I don't know how much the others were delayed - if at all - but I was supposed to head out with you guys originally."
Vik looks at the woman and is stunned by what she has said.
"Larek! That drun...ummm...is he still a swordlord. Swordlord Jamandi did not indicate anyone else was being dispatched. Do you have a copy of the charter with you?"
Vik moves towards the woman warily, keeping his eyes trained for the slightest sign of deception.
Larek..that drunkard is still teaching! I thought he was removed from the swordlords rolls years ago.
Xantria sighed. "Yes; he's still a swordlord, no; his drinking isn't as bad as the rumours say." Although I think that's more down to just how much booze it takes to make him properly drunk. I still don't know how he can afford so much. "Here's my copy of the charter."
She handed Viklop the document while trying to recall whether she'd heard any rumours about the man. Swordlord apprentices weren't exactly swarming through Restov so, while there were always exceptions, just about every apprentice had at least heard of every other apprentice in passing, if only as little more than a name.
Round 3
He then looks to Fionn and says...something else.
"Má tá na arrachtaigh a bhfuil chuing tú i gcoinne d'uacht, cas do cheann ar an taobh clé.""
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Vik takes the charter with a curt bow. He reads it over, looking for any differences between this one and the one he carries.
Once finished he hands it back to Xantria.
"My apologies Madam for the confusion and the less than warm welcome. Please invite your party to join us and, if you are willing, I would like to know more about you and your group."
Rekka relaxes a bit and peers around Vik at the newcomers. They have a charter, which she certainly never had, so she seems less suspicious. Also they don't look like giant lizards that might eat her.
She mutters to her ferret in Aklo, and it pokes its masked face out of her hood to look at them too.
Round 2 and 3:
Lelouch steps down from his horse and walks over to the group, where he introduces himself.
I am Lelouch Lamperouge and I have been sent by the Rostland Swordlords to aid you in removing the bandit issues from this region. My first step with this is to aid you, but I have been promised the opportunity to establish and rule my own Kingdom here. I feel this can be accomplished through working together.
Lelouch smiles joyfully and holds out his hand to whoever's in front of him.
Friends then.
Fizzy allows his spell to disipate and he stand "tall" hand pressed against his belly, scarf flapping in the breeze, red hair high in the air. Greetings I am Fizzwiddle Glockenfleffor XXII. With me are the Captain of the Fizz, the Lizz of the Fizz and the Fuzzhealer. Then we have the surly dwarf and the Captain's new friends.
Captain, don't we have a charter thingy ma bobber back at the other camp with Alex?
Fizzy walks to each newcomer and slaps them on the thigh in greeting, unless they are his height and then they get the shoulder.
Can we go kill those bandits now so we can get some sleep?
"Precious says I'm out of healing spells for the day." Rekka pipes up.
I am down to one myself
"Torq Sharptooth at your service.. I am knowledgeble in disabling things and making bumps with ole Headknocker here and occasionally im decent at being stealthy.. Um so this is just a guess, but is your group name "The Fizz"?" He shakes the crazy haired gnome's hand..
"Thats some hairdew you got there Fizzwiddle!"
Rubbing his reddend eyes he reachs into his pack and pulls out s stoppered flask, pulls the cork and takes a swig.. "Weve been riding hard all day, perhaps we could sleep some before routing the bandits? Drink?" He offers the bottle around.
Of course the Fizz is not the group name...that would just be silly. The Order of the Fizz is a presitgious order that you must earn entry into. Very mysterious, very important.
Fizzy drinks a little of the booze, he coughs and dances then Prestidigitates his hair Green.
Torq watches the Gnome dance around and smiles.. Gnomes are such a happy race.. "Indeed.. And how does one gain entry into such a prestigious order? And whats all this talk about bandits?" He takes another small swig and puts the bottle away..
Bravery, Intelligence, Friendliness...being Fuzzy or Fizzy helps, a distinct love of cake and pie. Especially PIE!
Fizzy no longer needs to dance, but he finds he enjoys it so he continues.
The good captain can tell you more, but we stopped some bandits back at Oleg's and we are going to rid the Stolen Lands of them tonight.
He strikes a dramatic pose Oh yes there is a dragon about...
Then he goes back to his dancing. He dances over to Rekfla and tries to get her to ance with him, while the fighting types talk about the plan of attack
"Well i would say im to a certain degree all of those things, and ill bash heads for a good pie, so id say what im lacking in the first 3 criteria i make up for in the last.. My favorite is any pie of citrus taste in fact.." He laughs a bit at his convo with the gnome..
"A Dragon you say? Well now thats a bit different than Bandits lol.. Attack tonight? Can we not rest and go at daybreak? Or perhaps tommorrow night? Im Tired.." He takes a seat starts to daydream of pie..
Fizzy stops dancing (with or without Rekkla) and races back to Torq and hops onto his lap (certainly not comfy considering he is a FAT gnome).
Do you have any citrus?
He asks as serious as perhaps anyone has ever heard him be.
The plump gnomes actions catch Torq off guard and before he can interject he's sitting in his lap.. Well this is kinda uncomfortable.. "Um.. Well no i don't.. I think perhaps the reason that citrus pie is my favorite is that ive only tried it a few times and only while in the city.. Although surely we would be able to find some out here in the wilderness.. Perhaps yon Huntsman knows where we might find some citrus.. Can you make the pie if so? And could you please get off my lap?"
After relieving himself of the gnome, he'll appraoch Logan.. Excuse me sir.. This may seem an odd question, but have you ever came across a citrus producing tree or plant in this region? He looks back and gives Fizzy a wink..
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To help clear up some questions:
The charters that Klaus and Xantria have are actually just simple papers saying who you are and you are searching for the original charter.
Now you can tell me otherwise, but that would mean you need to go far South with a group. For each section of the Stolen lands was given to a group of adventurers. Only after a month of no communication would the swordlords send out another group.
It is now morning, about an hour after dawn.
Logan responds to Torq's question, "Citrus, hmmmm, lemons, limes, and oranges can be found south in the Nalmarches though not in large numbers. This area is not that tropical or subtropical where those trees grow wild."
A rush of adrenaline and Klaus' heartbeat picks up. He dismounts, trusting his horse to remain calm in the midst of so many scaly creatures, and approaches the entire gathering. Fionn in particular. Anticipation jolts throug his veins like the cantrip of the same name. An awareness of his appearance is accented by the pump and warm flow of blood from his broken nose. With it draining down the back of his throat, he snorts, gargles hideously, and spits a gobbet of blackish-red matter into the grass as he passes near one of the lizardfolk.
He stands in front of Fionn, staring at him for a while, and then reaches out to offer the entirety of his forearm for a warrior's grip. "Fionn of the Lightning Lance. I was there the day you earned that name."
He holds the grip for a long time. Maybe an uncomfortably long time, before relinquishing it and spitting out a bit more blood through his crimson-stained teeth.
Early the next morning Torq awakes and goes through his normal workout routine, which involves a vigorous whirling session with his flail, Head Knocker, followed by a number of pushups and situps. By the time hes done his bulging muscles are glistening with sweat.. He sets down next to Fizzy and gets a drink from his waterskin.. "The Huntsman tells me that to the south in the Nal Marches citrus may be found.. Someday soon we'll make a trip for some.. Sound good?"
He watches Klaus's greeting from a distance.. "He seems he knows this one from another time" "Morning all.. So today we clobber some bandits yes?" He seems almost excited at the proposition of battle..
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Torq is ready for the next day, but I am not for sure if everyone else wants to do that. We shall see... we still need to figure out some things in the present of one hour after dawn.
Torq you and the new ones have ridden hard for the last 8 hours, both your horses and you are tired.
Fionn greets Klaus warmly, "Greetings, it is nice to have recognition, you know my name but what is yours? Perhaps we should all introduce ourselves, at least those who have not done so already. I am Fionn of the Lightning Lance."
I suggest we just rest. We have not killed any more bandits so they should be none the wiser. I am down to one spell.
But either way I think we should fast forward to the next dusk when we attack the camp. Gets us all on teh same page