knighthawk — Roleplayer Guild

There are dozens of tales of what one man can do by himself and a thousand more of parties of brave heroes coming together to overcome all obstacles. He would like to think he is a hero for a different cause. For now his cause is death, Hades was his guide for many years while never leading him astray and for now the guidance had brought him to this island at the keepers behest. 

Atop his summoned mount, he commanded it to paw up some dirt before he dropped ten silver coins into the divot then covered it again with the earth. He paid his coins to Charon before the fights to square his debts ahead of himself. Who knows how many lives got turned around by such a small find as a few silvers by the roadside in his lifetime of travels and leaving the coins before each fight? Perhaps enough to lower the river of blood his soul waded in.

Thinking about his summoned mount, he held out his right arm as one wand of willow wrapped in centaur hair glowed, calling four light horses ready to be mounted already set it bit and bridle with riding saddles. As well as two ponies for the small folk. They wouldnt hold up in a fight and they would only last a few hours, but that would be enough for todays raid.

"Athinar, Ekusha, Shukra, Torens. Emily and Twitch.

In his ear, a blood red pearl spoke with the keepers voice. Octavius would be damned if he was going to literally let anyone in his head, so he had worked with the other magicians to make a pale imitation to the dragonheart. All it could do was pick up broadcasts, but that was enough for him to get his orders to follow. 

When the kill order came, the kobold let out a quick, sharp whistle in order to draw attention to himself before he started to explain himself quickly. "Three teams; Execute, Secure and Contain. Team Execute needs to head to the Church and the Manor; Priests and Nobles are the traditional leaders and rallying points of communities like this and they need to be dealt with quickly. Break or kill them at your leisure. Team Secure needs to secure the blacksmith, both granaries and at least one barn right off the bat. Team Contain needs to ensure that no one escapes and that the farmers don't rally around a sub-leader. Pick whatever team best suits your abilities and try to keep collateral damage as low as possible; We want to be able to loot the place when all is said and done and we could always use more prisoners. Go!"

Octavius was impressed, for a boom-happy lizard he had quite the sound mind. He liked the lizard and had made a pony for him to use to ease his troubles considerably. Hopefully it could return the favor.

I don't suppose you have anything in your pouches to make things easier for the rest of us?

As the mass of monsters, demons, and other servants of the Master surged forth, whether to set up a destructive spell, entertain themselves with pointless manipulations of the doomed townsfolk, or otherwise get ready to rampage, Clotho descended to Twitch's side on gossamer wings.  Rather than touching the ground beside the kobold, she hovered in the air, her wings moving too quickly to be seen by any but the sharpest of eyes.  “I get the feeling,” she chirped in a vibrating voice, “That few of our supposed allies will obey you.  Their loss...it is a fine plan.  One that I wished I had come up with, but I am more proficient as a field commander.  You may rely on me and mine to form team Execute.  Hunt well.”

The hexblade tipped his hat to the insect queen, someone else who wasn't so caught up in herself to follow sound planning. Too bad she wasn't more like tinkerhell, the bugs made his skin crawl in a bad way. With one less to do, he could focus more on the other things. 

I'm going to take one long ride through the center of town to make sure all the others are taking up team 'secure' for the blacksmith and granaries or 'execution' on the church where you suggested. If everyone is doing a job without my help, then I'll keep riding through town to work on rounding up the northern farmers to work as team 'contain'. Take one pony and any horses they dont, you got two hours.

He waited a moment to see if anyone wanted to return the favor of the horses before he was off, the enchanted greatsword drawn and dragging through the air beside him as the hoof beats thundered. As he rode, he adjusted the glamour of his armor from leathers to those of dwarven platemail in his size of silvers and golds he had polished for a year as a squire. He didn't bother to run down any farmers in the southern fields, let them take care of those, he needed to get to the town center itself to see what he could do. 

As he came to the center of town, he rode around once in a great circle while casting his spells to enchant and befuddle. If he could manage it, he would try placing his hexblade curses upon one of the priests to shake their resolve before his 'warhorse' rose up on its back hooves for an impressive sight. To all gathered he hoped to be the shining beacon all look to in a crisis.

"CITIZENS! Come to me! We can not win, but we need not die over wheat and wood. We will rebuild, but only if we survive! One and all, to the Dairy farm!"
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