Fantatic Waltz

[Bjorn]

"Well, an annoyed orc probably doesn't fight very well.  Makes it easier for me to kill 'em, see," Bjorn replies, as he notes how Lammermore has drawn his men up.

[Brian]

Lammermore's men are standing in formations (spears at the ready) two men deep, ten men wide.  Currently, they're arrayed like a capital letter V, with the point directed towards the still-sealed gates. Lammermore stands in roughly the middle, and you're standing a few paces behind him.

"How do you annoy an orc?" Breke ponders briefly.  "I suppose cutting their friends in half might work."

[Bjorn]

Bjorn nods gravely.  "That's generally considered to be very boorish behaviour," he says.  "I approve."

Studying the men around him one more time, taking note of the placement of the trebuchets and the general distribution of archers, he mutters to himself, "Planning's all done.  Nothing but the work left."

[Brian]

Breke nods, but doesn't draw his sword.  Neither have you, or Lammermore, though, and the guards are already carrying spears.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn eyes the chain he's still holding.  "Do you want to lose the leash?" he asks, quietly.

[Brian]

"Not yet," he says back just as quietly.  "Just hang on until it gets in your way.  Then stick close to me."

[Bjorn]

"There isn't much in the way of shopping out there," Bjorn remarks.  "If I get seperated from any of you, then it won't be by choice."

[Brian]

Breke nods thoughtfully at that, but says nothing.

[Bjorn]

Lapsing into silence himself, Bjorn waits.

[Brian]

While you're waiting, you see Paul cross the courtyard and speak with Lammermore briefly.  Whatever he says, Lammermore seems to agree with it, because he nods.

[Bjorn]

Trying to keep his mind off... what's next, Bjorn watches Paul and Lammermore.

[Brian]

Paul delivers his speech to Lammermore and the assembled men, which finishes just as Radagast and Astryd's spell takes effect.  Lammermore does look just like an Archon, even close up.  The same Archon that you tackled to the ground not too long ago.

His sword is the same, and now looks somewhat small for an Archon.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn grunts, and looks around, quickly, to survey the reactions of the nearby army.

[Brian]

They look like they're ready to destroy some orcs; Paul's speech seems to have left them pretty pumped.  The moon is now invisible, behind the walls of the mountain.  Behind you, on the towers, great lights turn on, spilling the bright, flickering light of massive flames across the courtyard and, presumably, the battlefield you can't see.

"There we go," the Lammermore Archon says.  "Ready?"

[Bjorn]

"You should be asking that of them," Bjorn says, with grim humour.