[Game Thread] Welcome To Sallisae. Please drive carefully.

[Thorne]

Azamina looks confused for a moment.
"Wait, you have one....oh, that's right. I keep forgetting that the gods split apart....or something. It's really weird, how can a being split into multiple ones? But sure, I'd love to meet her, I'll help any way I can."

[Caput]

Ynda looks baffled by Azamina's words. "It took us a lot of time to work that out. How do you know it?"

[Thorne]

"Er...Well before my forest got destroyed, I started noticing a lot more nature spirits and such who hadn't been there before. There was a centaur sage living in the woods who was really really smart and wise, and he figured it out and told the rest of the forest."

[Caput]

"Okay... Very odd. I wonder how he could have known then. We needed a magical laboratory and a godmote in a box. Oh well."

OOC Just waiting on responses and then we can all arrive.

[Admin RonarsCorruption]

After Fanarath had left, but before anyone has the chance to pick up the dragon's things, Fragrush picks up one of the books and leafs through it. Then another, tossing them loosely back on the pile of things as he was done. He humphs in what appeared to be derision at the dragon's choice of reading materials, and ducked under the archway to follow the mayor. He neglects to account for the height of his axe over his shoulder, and the hook of the axe clips the frame, rending an inch long gouge in the otherwise clean wood, and sending a small spray of splinters behind the cyclops as he tromped unceremoniously forward.

[Caput]

The mayor flinches as he hears the sound, but he seems relieved when he spins around and sees what it was.
"Don't worry, we were prepared to pull the whole thing down, if we got somebody larger. That axe of yours is of cyclopean make, is it not? And yet the last time I saw adornments like those, they were scratched into a sharp rock. Do you realise that the last known occurrence of a cyclopse having enough eloquence to use the word "ruffian" in a sentence was so long ago that there was no such word for him to speak? You are a cyclopse of civilisation, I think, but how have your people's ways survived these long ages?"
The elf falls into step beside Fragrush.

Everyone- You are lead around to the front of a large building, which turns out to be the town hall. It has a row or marble pillars at the front, a mechanical clock, a bell tower and a respectable footprint. In front of it is another vegetable patch, this one presumably having consumed the entire lawn. Beyond that is the town square, bustling with activity.

There are people working among the vegetables until you arrive, but when they see you, they stop pushing their barrows and stare. You see mostly elves but also halflings and goblins. The elves are all adults, but there are children among the smaller races.
A tiny goblin boy points up at Fragrush. "Tall man."

[Admin RonarsCorruption]

"I am rebuilding the cyclops people, this axe is a relic of my dedication in times past. Since then, I have fallen on times I do not wish to speak about. If you are very good, I will tell you the story in the future." Fragrush smiled a little, this man knew more of his people than he guessed, which was impressive and at least he showed promise of interest.

When they reached the town square, Fragrush was surprised that the city was not entirely elves. Tiny creatures skittered about his feet, most not even as tall as his knees. He identified goblins amongst them - another surprise - and simply decided for now that the rest of them must be children. Good strong breeding stock if there were so many of them.

"Tall man." a particularly small goblin says. Fragrush smiles at the creature barely one tenth his height, and replied in the creature's native tongue, "Great Cyclops."

[Caput]

The boy nods. "Yes sir." Seems he's feeling a good mix of interest and terror. A couple of people have started to go back to work, at the other end of the garden.

The mayor looks sombre for a moment. "I'm afraid our past dealings with cyclopses have not been peaceful. There were three living very near here, when I was younger, but that was some time ago. If you wish to rally your people, you will have to go hunting for them first. I believe we have a modest collection of ancient cyclopean objects. I expect you would like to see them?"

[Caput]

Before the cyclops can answer, a loud horn sounds in the distance. the workers set down their tools and the people in the square panic, shoving and shouting in an attempt to get off the street. Somewhere ahead of you, somebody is calling "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall breach! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall breach! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeverybody indoors! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall breach!"

Orriniel hands his book to the mayor and strides off towards the source of the noise. He looks back at the strange assortment of creatures he has summoned and grins like a fool. "Gentlemen and lady, shall we?"

[Xaer QwickBlade]

Fanarath sighs and looks at the creatures around him, "Duty calls. I suppose we must hold up our end of the bargain." He then turns his gaze toward Orriniel and changes his posture to one similar to a cat tensing up before a fight. "Lead the way then."

[Thorne]

"A fight?" Azamina looks nervous, then takes a deep breath and curls her hands into fists, a look of determination on her face.
"Alright, I'm ready."

[Admin RonarsCorruption]

Fragrush nods and grins even as the alarm sounds. "I would very much like to see them. We will discuss them at length amongst the bones of our enemies."

With that, Fragrush turns to the sound of the alarm and runs off, moving far faster than one would expect for a creature of his substantial bulk.

[Fragmaster01]

Riadon wanders after his new companions. Can't even have a few minutes to get settled first. This is shaping up to be a wonderful job already.

[Caput]

The mage leads you through the streets at a brisk pace. The crowd parts for you and then disappears as you get closer to the source of the panic.
You pass a variety of different buildings in a style that would remind you of the nicer parts of ancient Rome, if you knew what that was. The streets curve lazily to accommodate trees, gardens and marble sculptures. It's very clear that this place was built for rich, civilised people who didn't have to concern themselves with practicality.
Orriniel talks as he walks, slowing just enough so that you're all level with him. "I'm tuned to the alarm, you see, so I know which direction to go in, even if I don't know quite what's going on. No doubt we can get you all tuned in too. I'm guessing this is just goblins, but if we're unlucky someone will still be- Ah."

About 10ft in front of you is an elf, lying in his own blood. He's making a nasty gurgling noise. He's in the middle of a street, just at the point where it forks. This is the relatively poor part of town, by the looks of it, since it's lined with little houses and no gardens. A hundred feet or so beyond the wounded civilian, you can see the wall, rising over the roof tops. It looks pretty tall.

From somewhere nearby you hear a weird howling sound. Like a goblin trying to impersonate a wolf.

OOC. Initiative, please

[Thorne]

Dice Initiative:

1d20+5

(12)+5

Total = 17