[center][h2][color=6ecff6]Baulder and the talking pauldrons (Uicle)[/color][/h2][/center]


Caught off guard by the mgaical talking staff Baulder laughed. Thinking about it he could feel his stomach finally getting some semblance of being full. It would not be an issue to get past this. Finishing the breast in between his fits of laughter only took a moment. His mouth still slightly full with food he managed to choke back enough of it to respond. [color=39b54a]"The villagers called me a maw. Never figured out what it meant." Swallowing the last of the bird and then supressing a burp he continued. "I talked to the orcs? Like the garbage told me too, then it told me to talk to you. The Torrin.... how do you talk?"[/color] Baulder said with morbid curiosity.

"Magic." Uicle said shortly, eyeing Baulder with slight distaste (not that it was noticeable. Being a suit of armor had it's perks.) as he choked down the entire chicken breast while laughing. [i]This...this is who we sent to talk to the Orcs. Fitting, perhaps.[/i] The Necromancy teacher thought, as Baulder continued. For a moment, Uicle just stared at Baulder. If he had had eyes, they would have been glancing around pointedly at the College around them, as if to remind the studen where he was. As it was, Uicle raised both hands and shook them slightly, sarcastically saying

 "Maaaagic. We're in the Mages College, for Billant's sake, and I'm a talking suit of armor. How else would I talk? Now, what'd you talk to the Orcs about and did they say anything about how they're getting ready to kill the other Hold?"

Baulder looked at the suit of armor but since there were no eyes to look at he kept shifting his eyes between the staff and the suit's "head". [color=39b54a]"Who's Billant? Oh.... the Torrin orcs I took them down to the Underhaven, they seemed to like it. But they seem to be doing fine, they asked for funding for some projects, tech... something boom? The demons sound like they arn't a problem for them, though they kept pulling their hats over their faces and smiling. I thought that was... odd. They sound like they are selling their "non-magical" defenses to anyone who's buying. Something about the college not being able to help everyone and about how you'd think this place would be better defended blah blah. Did you know that the Oelik orcs make good fertilzer?"[/color]  Baulder said with wide eyed wonder as he kept shifting his eyes between the two places.

Uicle sighed, rubbing a hand across his metal face. [i]Doesn't know who Billant is...[/i] "Great. They're inventing more and more lethal things. And they're trying to get more allies because they've realized what everyone else has already realized. This is...this is wonderful. I'll have to send someone to actually get details out of them. Tyrael? No. We don't want them beaten. Lucilia...no. I'll ask around the Underhaven denizens. Now, if you'll excuse me I have to yell at Khan and Ovak." The Necromancy teacher began to move around Baulder, heading towards the Esyire and the old man.


[color=39b54a]"WAIT! The other orcs, they had something else. It seemed..... more important, they have engaged in civil war. The demons are the reason or something.  Malakaus she wants you to sell her weapons and mages. Close to winning despite something.... coming out of the ravine, whatever that is. They are talking with Tidhome? Something about taking their refugees but it's orc lands or something, I suggested they take them and put them to work seemed fair. Eania wants a trade deal and Dark-jnel? Djarkel, they catch their spies but they seem to be none too worrisome. The Torrin guys are selling weapons to the other side and something about investigating the demons, each side blames each other."[/color] Baulder racked the ever changing landscape that was his brain searching for more information about these orcs. The information seemed to become one blur to him everything being the same as the other said. No distinction between the experiences, no up or down so to speak in time. Baulder's head began to pound with a headache which made his eye twitch.

Uicle drew to a sudden stop as Baulder yelled after him. Slowly, he turned around. "So. Let me get this straight. You talked suggested that the Orcs make slaves out of the Tidehome refuges. Malakaus wants us to sell her weapons and students, and she thinks she's winning.  It's generally a terrible mess with the Orcs blaming each other and getting ready to kill each other while demons invade and Djarkel sends spies in. Anything else that's important?"

Baulder thought for a moment first about getting more bird then about important things. "Oh, some soldier got eaten in Underhaven which was funny. Oh I think the orcs are drunk by now, they should still be there too. The rich coat wearing ones anyways, might be able to get more out of the drunk lads. Is there anything else for me to do or do I keep eating. The garbage told me to get this far but it didn't tell me what it wanted after. Talk to more people perhaps? Is that what it want's?" Baulder began to become lost in all the possibilities of what the magical garbage can could have told him to do.

Uicle paused a moment, sending a golem bird to tell Lucilia to get her bar under control before he had to send Golems in, then focused on Baulder. The necromancy teacher didn't want to have to deal with more 'reports' from the student, but he couldn't just let him run off and chat with anyone he pleased. Uicle had all to easily pictured images of a war being started because of one wrong question. "Just...just keep eating while I go chat with the headmaster and the Archmage about what you've told me."

Suddenly Baulder's seering headache returned which caused his eye to twitch again. [color=39b54a]"Let u-me know of what happens. I quite liked the orcs in Underhaven, they knew how to have a good laugh."[/color] Baulder followed that up with small chuckle, but this time it was at the suddenness and intensity of the pain. He scratched his face and the headache once again receded. [color=39b54a]"Oh, do I look at the helmet or the staff by the way. It's been.... bothering me."[/color] 

"I'll let you know." Uicle turned to leave, but stopped again as Baulder spoke. His smirk could be practically felt as he looked back at the student. "Oh, either or will work." WIth that, the Necromancy teacher left.

Baulder not feeling like his question was actually answered quickly stowed the thoughts from his mind and made his way back over to the freshly replenished food. He grabbed a large slice of something and began devouring it. He acquired a plate and began putting any food that he had never seen before onto the plate, while being irrespective of contaminating the food with others. He was going for whatever the college could now offer him.