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Seeing the frightened children inside the tavern, and realizing their peril, Oren remembers a story he read in the magical manual of leadership that he had found years ago. It was a chapter on getting people to do what you wanted them to do. The allegory was that, if there are children inside a burning house, the best thing to do was offer them toys...
He whispers a few words to Kerwin, who nods and gives a wry smile. Then Oren shouts, "Come one, come all to the greatest display of Curiosities and Magic on this side of Zarahen! With the aid of my lovely assistant, I shall give you just a taste!" With that he tosses his dragonscale cloak to Daybreak, who lays it out on the ground with a flourish before him like a picnic blanket. The two were in telepathic communication, clearly, as the dryad-turned-tiefling conceals a smile at something Oren had silently said. Then he takes something from his pack, concealing it under his arm as he announces in his best showman's voice, "Come and see the highly magical Key of Opening, stolen from the Palace of Beholders, able to unlock any door or safe, magical or mundane! Imagine that!" He lets the key go and with Kerwin's clandestine help, the ordinary key begins to glow slightly as it floats over the blanket. "Yes indeed, everything we have here is real and authentic! Come and see! Next up, the Holy Hammer of Mountainbound, with magical properties so rare, it must be shunted away in another dimension for safe keeping." The warlock raises his hand and in the air above him his hammer begins to materialize. "And this is just the beginning! Come and see for yourself!" he shouts, hoping the children's insatiable curiosity will win out so they can avoid using force. |
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Between the appeal to safety and the offering of a 'magic' show, some of the kids cautiously make their way towards the door of the tavern.
The first to emerge was a wiry boy with tousled hair and wide eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. "Magic tricks? Pretty Ladies?" he asked, stepping out cautiously. he asked, stepping out cautiously. Following him was a shy girl, clutching a tattered doll to her chest as she looked around nervously. A braver child, a girl with pigtails and a defiant stance, marched out next, her chin held high. "You better have some good tricks, mister," she said, trying to mask her fear with bravado. Behind her, a small boy with a smudge of dirt on his cheek trailed, his thumb in his mouth, drawn more by the promise of food than the magic show. However, not all the orphans were convinced. A stubborn boy with a mop of curly hair stood defiantly, peering out the 2nd story window, arms crossed over his chest. "We don't need your help," he declared, his eyes flashing with mistrust. Beside him, a cautious girl with a braid nodded in agreement, her expression wary. "We've survived this long without anyone," she added, her voice tinged with suspicion. "Get back in here!" the boy demanded. "Come on, Finn! You too Mara. Jax, Tessa, don't stay there either!" The young boy, presumably Jax, pulled his thumb out of his mouth to explain. "Rolf says the tavern is the best place to hide from monsters."
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Oren watches with some amusement as the children pile out one by one. He had never had kids, but he was still young, and some day thought it might be nice. Would they have horns? he wonders absently.
The warlock nods and says, "Well done to you, to all of you! You survived this long, in the middle of a war, and that is no small thing. But my friends and I have seen the terror that is on its way, and we have the answer you need. This!" From his pouch he withdraws one of the opalescent black dragon scales. "This is more than help... this scale is a genuine scale from the underbelly of a black wyrm. I should know, since it killed it myself." He let's that sink in, and before the skeptical comments follow, Oren continues on brusquely. "Shortly after the dragon died, I had a cloak created, enchanted every single scale to protect me from fire," he makes an explosion sound, eyes wide. "From poison," he gags, rolling about and almost falling over from his feigned toxicity... and getting at least a few chuckles out of his audience. "From... from the walking dead," he pantomimes a zombie with outstretched arms, "and even from otherworldly terrors... like what's coming." "Yes, if you stick with my friends and I, just for a few days, here's what you'll get. You'll get food: fresh, hot and tasty food with clean water. And you'll each get one magic dragon scale. Yes! Years from now when you're all grown up, you can look at that scale and remember the time you used it to escape the great titan! Because each scale, when near my cloak, carries the same enchantment. So I'm offering you the chance to get out of that tavern, get far away from this war, and get a very rare, genuine black dragon scale of your very own to keep in the process." "And what do I get, you may ask? Well, let's just say I always wanted an audience for my magic show, and I have plenty more stories to tell, just ask him." At that moment, Lux appears in a flash of smoke tumbling over the ground to land near the cloak with a flourish. "Unless you're afraid of traveling with an imp?" he adds, raising an eyebrow at Rolf. |
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Oren and Adelaide did a decent job in convincing the children to come out of hiding from the Tavern, at risk of being demolished, and join them out front. All except for Rofl, who defiantly stayed in the building. Lux had returned from his scouting trip, and reported from Oren, before turning his attention to the audience.
"The road is mostly clear. A couple of Zarahenian mooks are stationed at a makeshift bridge, watching the same thing we are. They shouldn't cause us any problems. But uh, the wagon won't fit over it. Just the horses." He then turned to the kids, who were expecting a show. Surprisingly, the sight of the small imp didn't seem to bother them much. Not compared to what these youngsters had been dealing with over the last few weeks. Gallindan offered the children to pet Celebangolad, and have some food. The large Elk, however, was more something that did frighten the kids a bit, and they didn't dare go near it. Gallindan didn't have long to worry about that though, as he noticed a shift in the Titan's direction and speed. It was now directed in a sprint, directly towards the Tavern. The traveling crew would need to leave now to avoid being caught in its path, or that of the soldiers from both armies, flaking the giant, fighting it out. Aaric also noted the danger. "We should get the kids on the wagon, and move, NOW! We don't have time to chase that last kid out of the tavern." Isabella and Daybreak both gave horrified looks at Aaric, and his willingness to abandon a child. They couldn't ignore the danger of staying though, and the rest of the kids did seem eager to leave, now that the danger was getting very close.
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"Get the kids on the wagon then, and get moving. We'll see what options we have at the bridge when we get there." Oren looks at Aaric, "We're not leaving him behind. I'll go in. Perhaps someone else might come with me. The rest should get moving."
"Rolf!" He presumes that was the boy's name. "I'm coming in and not leaving without you. Please don't make this harder than it has to be. The titan is on its way and if you delay any longer, we will all die. Do you want your friends to die?" He points to the rest of the kids getting loaded on the wagon. "We're all depending on you. I'm coming in now. I hope you'll see the sense in us all leaving together." |
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Rolf was scared. He had learned to live by reading people, and Adelaide was serious. The young boy disappeared from the window and burst down the stairs. A moment later he burst out the door onto the bridge, which crossed the river, and upon which the tavern was built. Rather than run towards Adelaide though, he ran in the opposite direction, towards the oncoming danger.
On the wagon, Kerwin, Isabella, and Aaric loaded up the kids, then took off north to avoid the danger. That left Oren, Gallindan, Adelaide, and Daybreak outside the Tavern. Before any decision could be made about chasing Rolf, a couple of mercenaries rode horses over the bridge towards the group. Their signal marked them as members of the Ironclad Vanguard. Rolf had managed to evade them without being detected. One of the riders took his horse a few steps forward and called out to the small assembly of travelers, "This tavern has been cleared. No rest here, it might not even be standing by the morning." He paused for a brief moment, taking in who it was he was talking to. The mercenary realized that these travelers were well-armed, had mounts, and outnumbered them 2 to 1. He became very cautious, unsure of which side of this conflict the group was on. Although neither drew weapons, both mercenaries put their hands on hilts. "You wear no insignia, but you are no merchants. Which officer do you report to?"
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The wagon took off north, Kerwin and Aaric on board, though Isabella jumped off to follow Adelaide's instructions, and chase after Rolf, before it got too far. Seeing the two armed men ridding across, she chose to ford the river using some stones that were near the tavern, and look for the boy. Keeping to the shadows, although she was not an expert at that skill, she managed to avoid the armed men's detection.
Searching for Rolf was a task that would probably have been futile, were it not for the help of a small imp, who prodded Rolf just enough to make him abandon his hiding spot, and run right into the arms of Isabella. She motioned for the boy to be quiet, and both of them took a new hiding spot behind a barn, where they could keep an eye on the armed men and the interaction they were having with Oren, Gillindan, and Adelaide on the other side of the river. The Ironclad Vanguard men listed to the chiding of Adelaide, about children in the tavern. "Well, you have our thanks then for getting them out of harm's way." Their posturing had softened at the mention of Captain Garrick Stonehelm. "If you spoke with the captain, are you here to help corral that Titan then? Or did he give you some other job? Either way, you need to get moving. This bridge isn't going to be here much longer." The sounds of hooves and warcries from the other side of the bridge, closer to where Isabella and Rolf were hiding loudly. Mounted soldiers from both sides of the conflict were pushing their direction, both trying to get the other to change course. "Bah, curse the gods," cried out the solder who had remained quiet so far. "Those Zarahenian bastards are having no problems pushing our boys out of the way. Keelen, we have our orders." Solemnly, the first solder nodded, and the pair turned back to the bridge under the tavern, one on either side. Keelen ran underneath, holding a pack of something strange Kerwin might have been able to identify, then came up a few moments later, without the pack. The other guard used his flint and steel to light a rag on fire, that was wrapped around the tip of a crossbow bolt. "Cover your ears, this is going to be loud!" Loud was an understatement. The guard fired his firebolt, hitting the pack beneath the bridge, and an explosion larger than a dozen fireballs shot up directly into the air. The blast was much stronger than the pair had thought it might be, or they would have backed further away from the tavern. Now, they found themselves crushed under a pile of rubble and stone. There was little chance they would have survived the blast, and even if they did, it would take a crew many hours to clear out enough of the rubble to find their bodies. The job was done though, where the tavern and bridge once stood, was not an impassible pile of rubble, jagged timbers, and burning debris. This wouldn't stop the Titan from crossing, but it made the whole of the dangerous river now impossible to cross by foot or swimming. The undercurrents of the river would be difficult for any professional swimmer to cross, let alone a man wearing armor. Oren, Gillindan, and Adelaide were also not spared from the debris, as it blasted in their direction. Now they were stuck on this side of the river. The wagon with Aaric, Kerwin and the orphans was far away enough that they couldn't see it in the dim light of the fading day. On the other side of the river, Isabella and Rolf were hiding, with no clear way of getting to safety before the nearing conflict would reach the river.
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