The Portal (Army)

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Johnny and his followers disembark from their various ships, and (after some difficulties with the largish crowds) group more or less together just past the docks. People are clearly surprised to see such a large group of well-armed and organized people, and what are obviously the city's guards are watching you warily.
 

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Astor bounds down the ship's gangplank and onto the docks. Taking a moment to savour the joy of being back on blissfully unmoving land, he pushes his way through the crowds with the rest of the group, coming to a halt once clear of the crowds.

"Looks like we've drawn a bit of attention." He says quietly to Jonny, nodding towards the guardsmen. He stands at his ease, keeping his hands occupied with his lute, and obviously well clear of the rapier hanging from his belt.
 

Ansila makes his way down his ship's gangplank and looks round the dock. People seem to be milling around aimlessly, so he starts pushing his way through the crowd round looking for some order in all of the chaos. Spotting the Dwarf who had started organising people on the Island, he wonders over and joins the small group that had started to gather round him. Saying to no one in particular "Hi I'm Ansila the Monk. Well we're in Lindor, so what do we do now"

OOC: As far as I can tell no one in the "Army" has introduced themselves, so I suggest we start./OOC
 

Tyreus will approach one of the guardsmen. "We were sent here to help. Think you could introduce us to who's leading you guys?"
 

"Hi Ansila, I'm Astor." Astor returns the monk's greeting with a nod and a smile. "I'm a musician, and apparently have a few magical tricks these days. Always a nice addition to one's repertoire... And if you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll be right back."

He quickly makes his way over to where Tyreus is talking with the guards, and speaks up.

"Hello, my name is Astor Evensong. My friend here speaks true. We are all warriors called forth from the world of Earth by the Archmage Manadu, so that we might aid you in your defence of the city against the incursions of the orcish hordes. There's a fairly large number of us, so if we might speak with someone as to the correct place to barrack ourselves and so forth, that would be most helpful.

"Also, this good gentleman..." Astor gestures towards Johnny. "... is our commanding officer. If he might speak with the officer in charge of the local forces, they can confer as to how best to deploy myself and my fellow warriors."


(OoC: Diplomacy +10)
 

As he disembarks from the ship, Dorin thinks to himself Ahh...dry land, much better...never did like the sea. Looking about he looks for the other dwarf who seemed to liken himself to be a leader. He walks up to the gathering group noting the suspicious looks that the town guard is directing their way. Well Johnny looks like we should keep these folks calm ere we wind up in some cell
 

Aelynn looked about, listening to several people introducing themselves and decides to follow the example. "Hello Ansila, I am Aelynn. I'm a wizardess, and you bring up an interesting point. I'd suppose we should go to areas that need protecting and, well, protect them." she says frankly, shrugging.
 

The guards exchange a few quiet words with each other, and two of them dart away, each going in a different direction. Out of the remaining 9, one (who has a pin of an eight-pointed star on his collar, probably a mark of rank), replies.

"Yes, I heard something about that... I thought it was a rumor, but apparently, it is true."

Noting the ever-increasing number of newcomers as ship after ship unloads, the guard leans closer and confidentially says the following to Astor (although Tyreus is close enough to get the gist of it).

"I don't think that there's enough rooms in the city to hold you all... I'd suggest that you see to finding rooms, FAST. Your leaders will probably get better rooms, maybe even invitations to stay at some Lord's manor... but the common soldiers will get screwed. There are inns all over town, but the best affordable ones are out that way (he points) a little past the Theater District. Incidentally, the better brothels are out that way, too."
 

Johnny walks down and sees the person with the pin of an eight-pointed star on his collar. He over hears the guard talk about lodging. Saluting him crisply, "Hello good sir, I am Johnny, Lord of Folly Beach, thank you for that information on Inns. However, like you pointed out, the common solidier will be SOL. Seeing how we are all common solidiers, I think we should set up a cantonment, where we can all keep together. I doubt we have money to pay the Inn keepers. Excuse me sir," Johnny looks around and spies a person milling around. "George, be a good man and grab several people and get those tents that the sail maker has been working on for the last 12 days. Bring them out and than I will direct you where to take them."

Looking back at the Guard, "Where is a well drained field we can set up Camp? What? Thank you for those directions." Johhny grabs another person and giving him the camp location he has him join the other tent bearers to lead them to the campsite.

Turning back to the guard, "I will need to go teach these common soldiers how to make a tent. Do you have anymore information for us? ........Can you send your CO to us as soon as possible. I want to create a manageble chain of command and avoid jurisdictional discreapancies. Thank you for your time." Johnny salutes and crisply executes an about face and marches toward the camp.
 

Ansila nods in acknowledgement, "Astor, Aelynn. What say we follow our glorious leader." Putting words into practise, he follows Johnny to the campsite.
 

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