I don't mind things slowing down to keep the game running, but I understand you've got stuff to do.
If you are ending the game completely I'll stay spoiler free again, since I might get another chance to play down the line.
Thanks for the game.
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"Whoo!" Umbriak trundled over and smacked Farod on the back. "Congratulations on ye victory."
"Aye, defences sorted! Now finish him off! HADOKEN!"
"Och, I hate it when they go inivsisiable. Sneaky."
Umbriak grunted at these vanishing shenanigans and hoped Farod would try an area spell to hit the mage regardless.
Umbriak offered his tactical view of the situation. At volume.
"Nae clue," Umbriak replied cheerfully. "He's good though. Be surprised if yon challenger is his equal...but ye cannae always tell a book by the cover. Could be a...maths...book."
Umbriak wandered past the gathering, then wandered back when it looked like there was going to be a fight of some kind. That seemed mildly entertaining. He blinked when he realized Farod was apparently one of the fighters, but started looking around to see if anyone was taking bets...
Umbriak perked up at that. Finally, an option he could get behind. And he had plenty of rope, at a pinch. "Oh, I shall have one of 'em to ye in a whisker of time, and the other when I can get be wee sneaky. Back in a sliver." The Dward clanked away to bring/abduct Farod.
Sighing, Umbriak added, "Aye, this I know. But are there any methods that I can do now, or can purchase from ye, or can get someone here to cast for me?"
Umbriak found someone who could, hopefully, answer his question - how could he break someone out of an Enchantment?
Umbriak winiked at the other two. "Ye probably guessed already, but I'll meet ye both in a short while as I go speak to yon wizards about a thought I've had. Dinnae get into nae trouble." If no one stopped him he clanked off...looking for someone to help with his Enchantment questions.
"Aye, a party is simple enough. Talking Elves down from being 'right' aboot everything less so, but we'll see what can be done."
"Ye speak sense there," Umbriak agreed wryly. "So I assume ye wish to send us on jobs outside the city, given the people are overwatched with magics?"
Umbriak nodded at that, and also asked, "I have nae objections in some tasks. What are you of mind to have us do?" His pet 'dispel the damned enchantments' project would have to wait until Farod wasn't there to object.
Umbriak looked taken aback for a moment at the idea of being made to speak in a Zone of Truth, but nodded. "I have nae objection if you have none to speaking thus as well, of course. And ye can speak to the two I mentioned. They should confirm my words."
"Infernal is a tad tricky, true. But that as may be," Umbriak pressed, hoping for a certain advantage due to the public nature of the scene, "Ye will fulfil the word given to us, aye? When the translation and decoding is complete."
Umbriak rolled his eyes in annoyance. "How much worth is taken land when Ragesia takes all of it? Which it will. Nae squabbles there, nae divisions. One will, to rule the world under dragon flame. Nae one nation has the strength to fight them off alone, and like the red dragon of lore they'll gobble each morsel down, one by one, 'till all reside within yon belly." Irritated, the plate-clad berserker wasn't especially addressing anyone, but wasn't keeping his voice down either. He was tempted to headbutt someone to get his point across, but had other buisness. Looking to the Elf, he moved over. "My name be Umbriak Embersworn, a citizen of the Gate. I made a wee deal with one of yours, and ask that ye contact Clathan in far Shahalesti. He should have information that might help - aye, and information owed to us. As promised by Shealis in Gate City, as it fell. I humbly ask, in sight of all here, that ye show both willingness to aid and honour of agreements made by sharing thus."
"Tis fine, you didnae." Umbriak replied as he wandered out after everyone else. The Dwarf was slightly perplexed as to why there seemed to be an entire Elven strike force here, but he wasn't frightened. They were too tall to be that dangerous.
I admit, I saw the size of the post and just moved on. But yeah, I don't know many feats that'll do it. VMC and Classes aplenty. The only feat I can think of is Orphean Music.
Umbriak watched and studied, each of the speakers. He kept his mouth shut for now, because he wasn't clear on the protocol - whether it was his turn to speak when he chose or if, as a guest, he needed to be called. He wasn't sure if they should mention the need to contact Clathan in Shahalesti, since it was now only he and Torrent who knew of that little bargain. Perhaps it would be enough to get help for Lycaeum, if they kept their word. The information about the Torch was useful, and was a detail he filed away. He wasn't immune to fire, but he was resistant. With a little work he might be able to make it through a mere curtain of flame and get to it himself. Of course, the chances that there was nothing else defending it was thin...but it was the kernel of a plan. The situation with the refugees was something they needed to take in hand, perhaps by them. He would rather keep them out of the fight, bar those who volunteer to fight. And to make sure there were not spies among them... He wasn't sure about this Wayfarer performance but assumed it was some kind of trick. And as for nations giving up their lands to Ostalin, he shook his head. It was short-sighted and stupid.
Well, clanking in an intimidating manner was nice, but Umbriak could usually managed to be intimidating all on his own. After thanking and paying the smith for his work he moved outside, stretching, and set off walking. He headed home, still wearing the armour so as to get used to its weight
Cheerfully undressing, Umbriak stood to get the final measurements done.
Umbriak continued to the blacksmith.
Umbriak was sadly not there and continued to the blacksmith for his armour.
Umbriak made some breakfast, as was tradition at this point.
It wasn't bad, and taking a toasted cheese and bacon sandwhich with him while he left the rest of the food for others, the berserker went to check on the armour and see if the alterations were done yet.
Umbriak thanked them for there time and returned to town, stopping off at an armourer to get the suit of Full Plate he'd taken rezised for his bulky, squat frame. He didn't like the idea of waiting until they went to the school, and if things didn't go as he'd hoped he would have to take more active measures.
Umbriak essentially tried to find out if his 'fellow' wizards might have the means and skills to help him break the enchantments he was sure were holding his friends in thrall to the wizard. Since he wasn't sure the church would help, and he wasn't sure more...drastic options were the right answer, he hoped they might have something that could give him a hand.
Umbriak waved the others off. "I have a wee question for the gentleman - my own buisness, ye ken, about magics. Nae need to waste your time while I ask. I shall see ye back at the house."
Umbriak, as a Dwarf, was fairly resistant to poison. But it was a valid point.
Umbriak perked up. It was a smart question. It made him wonder if perhaps these gentleman might be able to help him with other matters, too - something he hadn't considered before.
"I suspect a certain wizard will nae travel further than this," Umbriak noted as he considered. He would have to make sure he did the things before they left. "But an introduction would be much appreciated."
"I'm a wizard," Umbriak said. Aware that he did not exactly have a robe and hat, he added, "Tehechnically speaking."
Looking at the strange figure in mild confusion for a moment as he tried to place all the pieces, Umbriak nodded. "'Tis an impressive variance of things, aye. I can, myself, only alter my size to one more suited for the current situation, and a few basic tricks similar."
"For now," Umbriak replied, nodding his thanks to the priest. Well, he wasn't sure how workable the plan was, but perhaps he could do something along those lines himself at some point. Until then he'd have to see if a Priest would be willing to come to the house, and how he could distract the damned wizard.
Umbriak clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Then unless ye know another way to remove the effects of mind controling magic, I shall have to consider other plans..." Well, the wizard needed to sleep sometime. There were...options...then.
Umbriak kept hunting for Dispel Magic. He didn't mind.
Umbriak was fairly determined to find at least two scrolls, and preferably more. He didn't have the power to make the spell himself, and so needed to buy it.
"I cannae see it being a trap, true, but it doesnae have to be something good for us. On the other paw, she will nae we are in town sooner rather than later. We made nae secret that we were here, after all, and so if it be a trap or something without our best interest in mind then it might be best to walk in, prepared." Umbriak shrugged.
Umbriak considered. "Honestly speaking, I suspect she already knows. We were nae subtle about our arrival." Whoops. "If you nae of a decent inn to grab some grub of an eve, we can speak to here there."
Umbriak scratched his head for a moment. "Nae, I have no memory of such a lass. And I am usually good with names. Did she, by chance, mention a way to contact her again should we be seen?"
Umbriak was confused. He knew something was going on, and it was clearly melting Farod's brain as they moved down the street, but he had no idea what it was. It seemed likely it was some kind of magic, but the lack of gestures, words and material was...wrong. But there were ways around this, and he intended to spend the gold to check. Maybe he'd get three or four of those scrolls... His eyes shot up as the baker called them over. "Aye, Master Baker? What service can we be to thee?" He glanced over at the bread, assessing it.
Umbriak raised an eyebrow at that change of mood, and glanced at the Wizard. "Well, to buy him a wee present, at least. And I have a couple of other errands I wish to run." He popped back out the door, considering things. He was certain the wizard was using mind magic...was this another example?
The Dwarf popped his head back around 'door'. "Aye?"
Umbriak's eyes narrowed. She wasn't a little girl, nor a silly teen, but a grown woman who could make her own choices. Or should be able to make her own choices. The temptation to strike the old man down was strong, but murdering a man was beyond Umbriak even as his anger bubbled. But this was going to end. He mentally added another item to there list - a scroll to dispel magic. He was nearly certain that it was magic that Haddin was using to enhance his will. If Umbriak successfully used such and the girl was still loyal, then he'd support her. If she revealed that she was dominated...well, Umbriak had a selection of axes for the occasion. Nodding politely to Crystin and adding, "Then by your leave, lady," he walked outside before the urge to punch the wizard grew too strong.
"Today I believe we intend to acquire a gift for Torrent's ally, to smooth the passage to our next point." He glanced over at the young woman. "If ye would be willin', a feminine touch might me we buy a wee bit somethin other than booze." Glancing at the wizard, he added, "She will be safe enough, ye have my word. Nae vagabonds are likely to argue." He'd also need to take that plate armour to the blacksmith and get it re-sized for himself.
Well, late night was when the best alcohol was served. Or at least that's what it seemed like at the time. But since it had a decent chance of leaving you blind and with a headache like a thunderstone had gone off in your skull, it was probably better to rest.
Umbriak installed what cooking supplies he could acquire into the area designated 'kitchen', on the theory that it would be the best place to put them. "Dinnae matter if we nae go this day, a bottle of somethin fine will never go amiss."
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