[center][color=aqua][h1]Alberich[/h1][/color][/center]

The party had more or less went with Alberich's barked orders. Each one set out to do the task he had asked of them, although there were some changes in Alberich's plans. Elyria had chanted a spell that cloaked the encampment in an invisibility field, while Ysran used his own magic to summon what seemed to be hundreds of fish. The elf's magic had taken a toll on him as he collapsed, yet Alberich was distracted by the sudden explosion of fish that swarmed the shores and now flopped around on land. The lumberjack was in disbelief, but he quickly came to his senses and pulled out a large net-like sack to gather as many fish.

[color=aqua]"We'll surely be full for days thanks to you, Ysran."[/color] Alberich replied once the elf had came to his senses and handed him an arm full of fish. [color=aqua]"Yet there may be too many for us to eat before they spoil. I wonder if we could use these - along with whatever Kathryn might catch - to convince some of the locals to fight with us. They know the terrain, and we're at a disadvantage in numbers against the orc horde. Their help would be a boon in all regards."[/color] The lumberjack nodded to himself as he drew a knife and prepared a fish to roast over the fire that Elyria had set.

Running the blade against the fish to descale it, Alberich gazed towards the water. [color=aqua]"If you three intend to stick around and fight the Dark Lord with me and whoever else wishes to stay, I believe our encampment should have a name."[/color] The lumberjack stated, brushing fish scales off his blade as he sliced open the belly to remove the insides. [color=aqua]"Since we're camping by a lake and we desire victory over the Dark Lord... how does Victory Bay sound? Cheesy, I know. I was never one for names to begin with."[/color] Alberich  chuckled as he tossed the organs in a small container for later use as bait or to sell to the local villagers. Food was usually hard to come by this close to the realm of the Dark Lord, and every scrap saved could be someone's saving grace.