[color=a2d39c][h1][center]Trenton Baker[/center][/h1]
For a long while after the 'God of Evil' finished talking, Trenton Baker was uncharacteristically silent, mulling over what he had been told. He was acutely aware of the fact that Kil'threx seemed to respect him far less than everyone else present - 'mad dog' indeed. Baker had sworn long ago that he would never again serve anyone but himself, but... the offer was tempting. He preferred to win what was his rather than have it granted to him, but a victory over Melaron? There would almost certainly be some plunder worth taking, even aside from whatever bone Kil'threx deigned to throw him. And if any of the other 'Harbingers' wished to betray him... well, they could certainly try.

After listening for a while to the others' plans, Trenton spoke up. "Now then," the dread pirate rumbled, "Let's not lose sight of the issues here. If you in the dress think you can handle all the wizards in the Star tower, be my guest, but we still've got to deal with the sunfucks, as well as the knifey blighters from the Moon Order or whatever they fuckin' call it." A notion popped into his mind, clear and perfect and wicked, and Trenton grinned. "Now... the sunfucks, they'll be a bitch to bring down no matter how it's done, especially if they can form up. Now, maybe the angel or the demon or the dragon can take them all down, or maybe not - but if we can keep them all scattered, that would be even better, yeah? Chaos, whoever said that may not be as dumb as they look. Chaos is the way. Now..." 

The pirate leaned back and kicked his boots onto the magical map the others were studying. "Me and a few of me best boys, we go in quiet-like, through the river," the pirate chuckled, referencing the huge, winding waterway that crossed through the center of the city. "We stay in there till we're good and ready, and then when you guys do... whatever it is you do, we spring out in the middle of the city. There'll be all sorts of folks out, yeah, 'cus of the festival... and, well, when one of you lot makes something dramatic happen, I suppose that a lot of them'll up and croak. Now they're mine, and we've got an army in the middle of the city, and it's only getting bigger - it goes street to street, house to house, tearin' the poor assholes apart and making more of them, till' suddenly it's like a rogue wave o' dead flesh, all sweepin' through the city. At the same time we've got the man in the dress killin' all the mages, the crazy bitch wreaking havoc among the guards, half of the bastards rushing to hold off Masky here, Bloody-boy doing whatever it is he does... I'd like to see the sunfucks get their shit together in the middle of that. They'll be easy pickings for one of you big fellas, and when that's wrapped up I can meet you at the palace to finish things."

The pirate spread his hands wide, looking around the room. "Fuck, am I smart or am I smart?"




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