[b][i][u]The Funny Fire Fellow[/u][/i][/b]

Ricon leads the way, through the field, heading a little off their true direction to Sulfrey. As he goes his fire sprites flit and flutter about. Zipping along to peer and giggle a the group already following him. One of them at the rear of the small group no moving waving to the others who haven't yet fallen in.

In the meantime Ricon calls back, an intro it seems, "Some call me the Sky Cowboy. Some call me the bandit of love. Others still call me Clarence the Clearer. And yet more talk of me being the oliphant of love." He chuckles a little, as two of his sprites giggle and coo as they orbit him in two different directions almost like they are dancing around him as he speaks. He nods, and waves to the others to catch up, "Truth is I'm a Picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover and I'm a sinner." He chuckles dancing abit as he walks, "I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight looter. I do my magic in the sun!" He chuckles, "But after all that, you can call me Ricon Fields, one of the most powerful pyromancers in recorded history. Dubbed the Infernomancer named after my strongest spell."

He stops briefly to look back at the others who haven't come along, "Now as for why we don't try and fight the reavers Mr. Viktor. How many are we exactly." He spends a moment to count. Having to stop and restarts maybe twice because of the movement of the group, "Nine? Nine of us? Some of us are giants or ogres, or vampires sure. But that's just nine of us. I've seen those reavers in action Vik." Oh great he's already calling people familiar names. He nods, "Anyway those Reavers don't come in small groups Vikky, they come in hordes usually. When they raid into the East and Westlands they come in great waves of howling men and slavering harridan women. It's why I rarely every went into those lands. I saw a great sea of them once fall onto a border outpost. They swarmed the gates and battered them down with great half giants with axes and hammers. And pulled down the stockades with grappling hooks made from the antlers of great eight point deer horns. They took everything of value to them, leaving behind much of the precious metals. But any semblence of food, drink, fur or bone or beast. They took with them and swarmed back into those east steppes."

The man with flaming eyes and fire dancing at his shoulders shook his head, "Even with all my power over fire and the heat of the inferno, I don't think I or us all together would be able to take on a horde of five hundred of them or maybe even more. If they decided to reave out of those hills on us." He motioned, "If you think you're lucky feel free. Honestly, we'd have better luck taking on one of the Sulfreyan border patrols their pikemen, archers and drake riders would be easy pickin's for a group like this. Never more then fourteen in one of their patrols. Hell even if we're luck we still may catch sight of one of them on our way to Sulfrey. They're all up and down these lands." He motions ahead and then down in the direction they came from, "Heck even the ground locked of our group could likely take out one of the Sulfrey milksops." He sighs, "But then I'll leave it up to you if you want to head into those hills. The Warden told us to get to Sulfrey, find the three, and their information and then try and come out of this alive after trying to kill the god-king." He sniffed, "Fat chance of that. I hear the guy can crush a person with a point of a finger. No amount of fire magic is going to stop that kind of power." He shrugs and continues the trek.