Number 10 - Bastion's page

Bastions fists tighten on the tabletop and he focuses all of his attention on Feorina. "It has nothing to do with value, Grand Diplomat and everything to do with the fact that this one and his brothers and sisters are free thinking sentient beings. We are not property to be sold, nor are we slaves to be traded away. Haven is a place of freedom and this one was assured that before he agreed to follow our leader here. If this is not the case this one can promise he will lead his brothers and sisters from here at the drop of a hat and you can cut your own stone and tend your own food!" Bastion struggles to relax visibly, idly gripping his shears and stroking them calmingly before going completely still.

Tuning in to Verio's conversation, Bastion nodded slowly. "The Warforged armored like this would make a good unit to be used as the Councils personal bodyguards on the battlefield. We are all strong capable people in our own rights but in a large pitched battle, which is what this one is planning for as it is a worse case scenario, having a unit of heavily armored Warforged to act as guards would be helpful!"

"I find this plan acceptable!"

Bastion spends much of his days implementing the new training regime the Heir has had him set forth, preparing the men and women of Haven for battle, should it come.

Bastion took the swing and barked a soft laugh. "This one is amused by Hisses attack. He is right also... They are ill equipped for warriors of their prowess and this one will see that the Warforged see to that over the next week. Now if there is nothing more? Good. I think I will go take a circuit of the force river. I will see you fleshy ones in the morning!"

Klokk. <<<Yes my Lord I did. I have questions but they are not important, just wild musings. Maybe some time when you are free we can cover them. Till then I have a question, is their anything you specifically need me to do in the next while?">>>

Bastion laughed softly, patting Girianar on the back. "This one can not read your mind young friend. This one saw you get uncomfortable when he mentioned telepathy and guessed it was the reason. This one was merely making a joke. No need to worry about your memories and thoughts from this one anyway!"

To Fabricator.<<<To you however I can not make the same promise little brother!>>> He turned to stare at the smaller Warforged slowly, his head tilted to the side in an accusatory manner.

He laughed softly. "Another joke. How wonderful. This one is quite the trickster it would seem!"

'I wonder if I have confused the new people as to the mannerisms of Warforged enough yet?'

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Leaning in close to Girianar, Bastion whispers softly. "We know all your secrets. Everything!" The large adamantine soldier sits back, studiously not looking at the young archer.

Bastion speaks up, shaking his head softly to clear it. "This one feels as if he is eavesdropping with all the mind to mind communication he is intercepting. Can we speak with our tongues? This ones head is buzzing and as this one can not imbibe alcohol, this one can not be drunk!"

Bastion made a noise akin to clearing his throat and turned to Usul. "Usul Stonescale as to that this one has been thinking on what your people would be best suited in doing, if you will permit this one to make a suggestion. Your people are naturally more attuned to the wilderness than this one and his own therefore, you and yours are indeed the obvious choice to accompany the Explorer and the Marshall during their trips. You and yours would be an auxiliary force mostly used as scouts and flanking forces, if that sounds like something you all would be happy with!"

Bastion begins to laugh softly before patting Girianar on the shoulder. "This one agrees with your punishment. Come along. Let us go find the Lizardman and then we will go to the Tavern. This one believes this is where your meeting with Klokk will happen. We should also station some of the Lizards here before we go. You want to command them? This one will see to the Warforged!"

<<<"Destroy anything that sets foot on this bank. If there is need of me, send a message by the usual manner. Keep on your toes!">>>

"Ready to leave?"

When the young Marshall is addressing him, Bastion is actually in the middle of viewing the scenes on the island. His mind being so detached from his body by the strength with which the sending is coming through, he completely misses what is being said to him. When the last scene cuts out and he comes careening back in to his own mind with the force of a catapult, he takes a sudden step back, drawing his hammer as he does.

He stands there in shock for a moment, staring around in confusion before he shakes his head sharply to clear it. Relaxing slowly, he re-slung his hammer from his belt, before addressing the young man.

"This one must apologize, this one was... Lost in telepathic communication. What is it this one can do for you?" Bastion listened intently to the problem as it was repeated, before he nodded and planted his Tower shield in the ground. "Well it is a simple task of breaking up duties. The defense of the Force River and Haven itself, along with the marshaling of the main core of the army, will reside with this one. The defense of the outer reaches and the marshaling of the auxiliary forces, those taken on excursions and the like, will reside with you. You may also be called upon to lead if there is a party to go through the door. This one thinks this is fair. Do you agree?"

Bastion turns to look at Fabricator before he begins to laugh softly. "Little Brother this one thinks he is not the man for the job. Perhaps it would be best if the Heir took up that particular speech!"

Bastion is currently the General

"The rest of the Council is arriving today little brother. This one is not sure whether the Leader will be with them or not. This one hopes as this one has reports that need to be cleared. Though this one supposes now that the Heir can sign off on them too. This one is content with just the Heirs signature now!" Bastion nodded and stared off in to the undergrowth.

Bastion? Why? Hahaha

I doubt it. Verio and the others have not been to Haven yet after all!

I'd say the groups that are together have probably already met before

Bastion nods and takes a step back, keeping an eye on the woman. "Sometimes this one envies the Breathers but old age always chases that from this ones mind!" He says telepathically to Fabricator.

Bastion studies Feorina with his head tilted to the side for a moment, before moving to stand by her, placing a gentle but steadying hand on her shoulder. "If it comes to it allow this one to fetch a horse from the outpost for you Diplomat Feorina!"

Bastion straightened before bowing as deeply as he could in his armor. "This one is flattered by your words Diplomat Feorina. We, my brothers and this one, are working hard to make more for ourselves. We wish to be more than weapons. You have shown this one much kindness with your words and this one thanks you!"

Sorry I did not get much sleep last night and I got confused!

"Yes. This is truly the beginning isn't it? A new chance for our family!" Bastion nodded softly, idly caressing the petals of the flowers at his waist. "This one is excited for the trials to come. A chance to prove ourselves out of battle will be pleasant!"

Rolling his shoulders slightly, as if loosening a heavy pack or an ill strapped shield, Bastion treads his way slowly towards the meeting point. With such unrest and danger still present in the area around Haven, Bastion goes armed at all times, his Warhammer tapping slightly against his leg as he moved, making a dull ringing noise.

As he walked he kept his eyes fixed dead ahead of himself, but cast his gaze further afield. Everywhere he looked there lay that wild untamed beauty that he had come to expect from his time here. Uncultivated wild flowers mingled with the underbrush, a path leading through thorns and ferns, winding and dancing trails of color. 'This is what this one is fighting for!'

As he walked the sensation of pressure and tension in his shoulders began to ease, his gait became longer and smoother and his muscles relaxed gradually. He stopped for a brief moment, leaning his Tower Shield against a tree and knelt beside the path. Taking a delicate looking shears from a pouch on his hip he began to collect wild flowers slowly, carefully. He drew a small pouch from his belt, one filled with a minor alchemical magic, the ability to preserve the life of flora placed within it and began to fill it with the flowers he cut till it was a veritable bouquet of purples, reds and whites.

When his task is complete and the flowers are stowed safely at his belt (the bag hiding only the roots and leaving the petals bare to the world, appearing very much like a canvas wrapped bouquet), he straightened, brushing the loam from his knees. 'Now this one can start that garden he has been meaning to. This has been a worthwhile trip thus far. This one is pleased!' Head bowed, he carefully brushed his fingers over the flowers at his hip, ruffling the delicate petals but leaving them unharmed.

In a couple of moments he strode in to the meeting place, his Tower Shield back in place and a slight building or pressure in his shoulders. "Greetings. This one is not late I trust Magister?" Bastion inclined his head to Feorina before turning to Reznit.

"Explorer a bright day this is. Good weather and fortune to you!"

His head turned till he found Fabricator to whom he saluted and began to speak to telepathically. "Greetings Brother. How goes your work?"

So I am gonna write a full background for Bastion when I can. His Profession is Florist. He tends Banzai trees in his off time. He sees it as a way to create life. He is trying to balance out the bill he rung up with Death during the Great War, before he ceases to function.

"Modifications completed!"

"This one is ready to help in any way he can!" Shrugging his shoulders slightly to shake some imagined tension, Bastion stands before Klokk, his white lens glistening brightly. "Master this Outpost is easily defended. This one is ready to deploy the legion at any time!"