World Revolution

[Dracos]

The first thing Dracos does once he's caught his breath is glance around the battlefield to see if there's any points of heavy resistance still happening.

He checks his wounded leg and breathes out.  "A bit late to the party are we, Nathan?  Good to see ya made it anyway."  Dracos jabs playfully, heading over towards Nathan.

Dracos

[Brian]

The dreadmarch force of twenty thousand soldiers did haul a good hundred or so supply wagons, most of which you charged past to get to their forces.

The battlefield around you is clear, except for the priestesses (and their vassals) tending the wounded Storm-riders.  The pikemen that Nathan encountered are finishing off any wounded or just knocked out orcs and ogres with the military precision you'd expect from such, and Lord Roger is (quite enthusiastically) leading a force of about a thousand foot-men in a charge that's going to push the last remnants of the attacking force into the trench in about a minute.

The total losses for the storm-riders, even with their defensive positions, probably number in the hundreds, though with the priestesses around, this may turn out to be less.

[Rezantis]

'"Late? Late? Rez hefts his Portable Light Source for emphasis, "I think my timing is, as usual, nothing short of perfect!"

And frowns.

"Hows the leg? Not looking so good there . . ."

[Dracos]

"No.  It doesn't.  In fact it stings a good deal.  I think I probably should have it seen to.  Orc got a lucky hit with a spear.  Though he didn't last long afterwards."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"Yech," Rez winces in sympathy, "Well, I brought your army back for you.  And, as a special one-time bonus, we even brought the Gatemaster with us."

[Dracos]

"Ah...now, let me see if I can find a priestess to heal this as I don't like spilling blood all over the place, and we can see how Loremaster Eske has managed."


Dracos looks for a priestess to heal his wounds.

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"Oh no you don't," Rez grabs Drac's shoulder, "You'd have to be a complete moron to try walking to a healer on that."

Turning to one of the stormriders that followed him, he calls out an order.

"Go and get one of the priestesses, or failing that a healer of some description.  Lord Bloom's being an idiot again."

There is a short pause as the stormrider runs off.

"So how's your killscore going, anyway?'

[Dracos]

"Ah, tis but a...very painful leg wound.  Fair enough.  I'll stay here."  Dracos grinned weakly.

"hum..." Dracos ponders ponderously.  "Think I'm at about tweleve heads, countin' the Jotuns of course as one a piece.  Yeself, Nathan?"

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"Awww . . . you know, I think you're beating me." Rez counts on his fingers, "The mess in the pass, an ogre down south, three jotun in that ambush - although really I have to credit at least one of those to Alex - two more orcs and two more ogres in that charge."

Rez hums.

"Technically you're winning. I'm not sure how many of the goblins and the like I got in the fight way down south, it's sort of a blur - and if you can't count them, they probably don't count.  Do orcs that I sent running away, screaming into the trench count?"

[Dracos]

"Got to get 'em with your own blade.  And it'll be a measure for you to keep better count!"

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"Pfft. See, that's where I have a problem."

Rez glances meaningfully at his still glowing sword.

"This is an awesome weapon, but the orcs start -running-!  How am I meant to catch up if everyone runs away?"

[Dracos]

"Oh blaming your sword, Nathan?  Come now, you've got to have a better reason than that!"

Dracos laughed, his spirits cheered by the idiotic bantering.

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"Well, that and the fact that I'm getting higher quality kills. How many of your kills were orcs, hmm?"

[Dracos]

"Whine, Whine whine.  It's got a blade and can shout, don't it?"

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"It can stab too, apparently. Man, you need to work on your defense . . ."