Armand goes nowhere, keeping his mind on his lightning.
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Armand stays put, watching for signs of activity by the gate and conjuring up more lightning.
Armand sends lighting arcing through the mist.
"Ah, mon frere, truly we represent the nations of the world, do we not?" Armand extracts his dagger and prepares to hurl distracting acid. A thought occurs to him. "Peut-etre lightning may be more acceptable? Thus may the small lizards perhaps think all is of natural origin."
"Certainement. Mademoiselle Tryg, let us venture into the trees together."
"For myself, I shall not approach this pit." Armand displays some rudimentary common sense.
"A distraction, I can provide."
"Enfin. If we produce a distraction to lure these lizards to the gate, we may attack through the gap and hold a position, no?" Armand tries to apply himself to tactics.
Armand re-phrases. "You may see if there is another way in."
"Ah, but we have a weapon of the most secret - Sieur Booj. Peut etre he may circulate the walls and seek a suitable breaching point for a covert attack."
"For myself, I am Armand Duvallier, nobleman and cherished of Chalyse. If your intentions are as honourable as your words, you are most welcome to our company." Formalities over, Armand replaces his hat. "At present, we attempt to demoralise the small lizards. Not perhaps the most noble of quests, but a service to those in need near here."
"Monseigneur Jacen guides us in matters spiritual and tactical. It is a most convenient arrangement." Armand doffs his hat and allows lightning to play around his dagger. "I see that we have the elements in common, n'est pas?"
Armand pays little heed to his surroundings.
Armand nods, mollified, and follows along.
"Enfin, we proceed onwards. My eyesight is not of the best."
"The Legion? It is an army and an area for employment only. It is not important." Armand shrugs expressively. "For myself, I am happy for you to join with us." Turning to the rest of his companions, he adds, "For now we should perhaps return to the encampment and assure them that the menace of small lizards is no more."
"If there was no offence intended, I take none," says Armand magnanimously. "It is indeed a curious tale. Monsieur Booj is most proudly a slave. He was assigned to a unit of which we were formerly a part."
"Booj is a most dear comrade and his honour is as my own. Of what concern is it that he is small? His stature among us is great." Armand's eyebrows start to twitch dangerously at the suggestion that one of his companions might be unworthy.
Armand nods approvingly. "Booj, I am poor in worldly power but I am a nobleman and so have the right to grant knighthood on the battlefield." He touches the goblin on the shoulders with his still smouldering dagger. "So, you are now Monsieur Booj. This is official, you understand and the papers will follow."
"Forgive me, but a simple wanderer is not such an one as you. A simple wanderer will not pause to help in the midst of combat. However it may be, you are welcome, Andros. We will discuss our purpose shortly, but for now there is a matter of urgency and honour to be undertaken." Armand doffs his hat again. "For myself, I am Armand Duvallier. I am most fortunate in my comrades. Voila - Booj, slayer of small lizards. Advance Booj."
"Yuriel, mon frere, there is no need for such disconsolation. The armour, she can be cleaned, the soul also with more honourable foes."
"Descend, mon frere. I salute you." Armand bows extravagantly, but sincerely, in Booj's direction. "So now," he turns to the newcomer, "we may properly introduce ourselves."
"An most excellent solution." Armand doffs his hat at the newcomer and advances into the tower. "The power of Chalyse shall incinerate you, small lizards," he announces, possibly with more optimism than accuracy.
Acid rages from his dagger towards the nearest kobold.
Armand advances slightly, squints upwards and shrouds the top of the tower with unhelpful lightning.
"Courage mon frere. We shall avenge you." Armand's words are not the most encouraging.
"Descend, Booj. We shall assemble on the stairs, perhaps."
"The goo is a gift of the lizard-kin. They are most cunning, if dishonourable in their tactics." Armand gives grudging respect where it's due.
"Small lizard kin - kobolds. They have menaced this neighbourhood and we undertake their containment. Mon frere Booj is atop this tower and annihilates them. As you see, we are in some small difficulty." Armand gestures randomly.
"Bonjour, monsieur. As you see, we attempt to enter this tower." Armand's dagger waves between the tower and the newcomer. The weapon rumbles and sparks with the threat of an imminent storm. "It is to be advised that my temper is not at best at present."
"Well may you quail, canaille. Witness the destruction of your comrades and tremble. Justice is sure for the injuring of my good friend." Acid and bad temper hit the tower and hopefully the kobold. "Bravo, Booj, mon frere. If there should be any remnants, peut etre you may capture him."
Armand steams as his temper grows steadily less controlled.
"Non, mon frere. It is not likely that I will be climbing the walls."
Just as he is about to express his disgust, Armand realises that he misjudged the force of the wind. Something at least has fallen over.
"These are canaille. I shall obliterate them. They offend me and they offend Chalyse."
Distracted both by Booj's amazing ability to stick to walls and his screams, Armand's miniature weather system does little.
"Bravo, Booj. C'est formidable."
"These I recall. They are duplicitous. Be warned of the small canisters."
Startled by the sudden appearance of the kobolds, Armand's readied lightning acts only as a flair to highlight the group's presence. "Now, I am enraged." Tired of his own incompetence, he tries again, hurling another bolt at the snickering kobolds. This time the bolt at least goes in the right direction.
He retreats prudently behind a tree.
"Have I the breakfast brioche between my teeth?" Armand cannot help noticing Booj's expression and naturally assumes that there is some personal issue that the goblin is attempting to draw to his attention.
Armand loses his temper. "Ca, c'est ne pas la politesse!, this is not the action of the honourable."
Armand tries to keep himself safely among the stronger of his friends.
"Certainment. I shall follow."
Armand defers to those with a stronger sense of tactics. As always when battle is imminent, he feels his temper rising as power continues to crackle through him. "The storm will arrive soon, by all means let us climb."
Armand finishes up his manicure and breathes gently on his dagger. "I am prepared. Already I grow annoyed and this is good. Chalyse shall build my fury into a mighty weapon." As usual he looks slightly incompetent, but his dagger crackles slightly.
Armand pulls out his dagger and buffs it casually before paring his nails. "Monsieur Booj is most talented, is he not?"
"It is the hat, is it not?"
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