The Bold Adventures of Poins--In the Woods!

[Legend]

"We have a world to save. Let's keep that in mind and get moving! Guardians of the Green. Master how am I supposed to work with people like this? Elves who were hat racks? I just can't get my head around it sir."

"I assure you," Norani says, somewhat indignantly, "I didn't mean to be a hat rack. Certainly not for six months."

 

[Rhialto]

Aert regards Marcus calmly. "Nope. Save world first--get axe later." He then turns to Norani and Devon. "Well, that's neither here nor there," he notes. "Now, then assuming you're ready, Obeah Swiftwing will fly you up to the back entrance to Mount Blackfang shortly, and then you can enjoy the pleasures of risking your life against in the semi-abandoned fortress of ungodly necromancers from other, evil worlds." He shakes his cowled head, eyes glowing brightly. "I envy you. In fact, I'd join you if I didn't have to wage an epic battle with Redos the Faceless tonight in Seilen. Be seeing you." And with that he vanishes in a puff of lavender smoke.

 

[jkason]

"I get to ride the bat again?" Liev says with a wide smile. "Consider me ready."

 

[RillianPA]

"Ok, lets go!"

 

[Brain]

Hemaor snorts to himself.

Sure, I'll just fly off to some mountain with these people I've barely met, with no promise of pay, to fight some unknown foe. Why not, I've got nothing better to do.

"Sure, the sooner we leave, the sooner we can die horribly, screaming."

Hemaor grins toothily and caresses his axe handle.

 

[Rhialto]

With a nod, Obeah Swiftwing gets the group onboard the giant bat's carrying basket. Soon, they land at Mount Blackfang. Swiftwing glances at them, and gestures to a fissure in the wall of the fortress before them. "Go through there. Remember--you do not need to engage the Purple Eyes and their forces directly--merely figure out some way of preventing them from gaining anything of value that the Azerai might have left behind."

 

[jkason]

Liev repositions his backpack and gets a grip on his shortspear, then nods to the fortress.

"Alright then," he says gravely. He takes one step, stops, then turns to Hemaor and Marcus, smiling pleasantly.

"Where are my manners? Please, after you."

 

[RillianPA]

Marcus laughs a deep, rumbling laugh. "Aye lad, manners are important." He chuckles again. "So do any of us have skill with the traps and pitfalls we might find in this place? Might be worth looking for them at least, sorry to say, my few skills lie mostly with this axe."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Devon gives them a 'don't look at me' look and says, "I'm of the forest. I don't have any knowledge of such things." He gets off and stands with his badger next to him waiting for the others to come to a decision.

 

[Legend]

Norani absently scratches the back of his neck. "So, would anyone care to lead on?"