Eeiys had been somewhat confused by a certain man’s actions when he had watched him approach from a distance, only to heartily greet them with a big “Hello there!”. While Eeiys did see this as an unusual thing for a clearly armed man to say to another clearly armed man and a clearly armed goblin, it would be better than approaching with intention to attack, especially in such open plains. Eeiys had called back hesitantly with a calm “Greetings, traveller. What brings you to us?” all the while keeping a steady eye on the hulking, uncannily Orcish figure also encroaching on their position. The Knight pretended not to keep his eyes trained on the creature; not hard to do given his obscured face. The clumsy beasts were not the smartest in Enduwin, and if it had the intention of attacking (it was more likely in this case because where Orcs go, death surely would follow) he would much prefer it to think it had the element of surprise, than to go headfirst into a battle with it. It was an unusually large one, after all.
It had gotten to about thirty feet, raising it’s hand, or drawing it’s axe, when suddenly….
“This way. Over now, come this way!” A voice boomed. This was no ordinary voice, it was the voice of somebody of intent, amplified by powerful magic. It shook Eeiys for a second, and he jumped up in response with his hand on Frost’s hilt, fingering the cruciform guard and study hilt, refamiliarising himself with his trusted weapon’s every inch. It’s design was flawless, a perfect weapon in his eyes. In his haste to jump up, he did not consider the implications of surprising the Orc who was now clearly visible, though to Eeiys’ relief, he too seemed to be distracted by the voice that had just thundered across the plains. He did not think to look back to see how Dssialii was responding to this, nor the swordsman who had approached a few minutes prior. He guessed it would be hard to miss. That only left him to wonder exactly who was the source of the voice and what they wanted? Was it the reason he was here? Was it another mage of inexplicable power? Eeiys’ mind shuddered at the thought. It had a clear point of origin, a very obvious direction of emission, and the exiled Knight had figured within his own mind that the only logical way to progress from his current predicament was to follow it. He would probably regret it later, but this whole sordid affair had piqued his curiosity somewhat.
He turned his head to the Orc after the last echo had passed them. It was a huge, sickening looking creature, around seven feet tall and grossly muscular, with bumps and veins and scars all so clearly visible against his rugged, furrowed, black-green skin.
“I hope you don’t plan on trying to kill me,” He half-shouted at the beast who was still some distance away. He was still on his guard, ready for the creature to lash out; he just couldn’t help himself with slightly aggressive and definitely dangerous banter. “An Orc tried that once.”
He released the grip of Frost, now feeling a little more confident in himself. If the Orc made a move, there was still thirty feet between them for Eeiys to react. “I felt sorry for him choking on his own blood, so I took both of his hands to balance out the pain. No sense in being too cruel. The poor beast deserved a better death.”
Eeiys began to walk, never looking back at Dssialii for he did not want to break his concentration regarding this Orc who may or may not have been there to make an attempt on his life, and he did something a little unusual. He began to walk; briskly, in the direction of the booming voice moments ago. “I don’t now why you’re here, but if you truly are here for blood, we can do it another time. For now, though…” He spun on his heels to look back at the Orc, “Duty calls.”
Again, he began to walk, searching for whomever could have been the source of such a powerful call.
