World Revolution

[Dracos]

"Haste makes waste.  We're stable here and until we get more information, rushing off would not be prudent.  I would like to join our allies in the keep, but to do that we have to hear back from Maithias and Farwell.  Additionally, we should give Nathan time to bring the rest of the troops around.  I think our time right now is best spent fortifying this place more, preparing traps, letting the wounded recover, and keeping an eye out on the area.  Hmm..."

Dracos

[Brian]

"That's a plan, then," Roger says.  "Let them all come to us, and then let them all die.  Hah!"

[Dracos]

Dracos grins, "Aye, and feast we shall.  For we have victories to celebrate."

Dracos

[Brian]

"Aye," Roger agrees.  "I'll see t' the additional defenses, first."  He rises, and bows, and then the rest of the commanders excuse themselves, Durin hobbling out last, aided by his brother.

[Dracos]

Dracos, left alone, ponders how tired he is.  If he's not too tired, he heads around camp again, looking out for Liandril.

Dracos

[Brian]

You're a bit tired, andn it'd probably be a good idea to get some rest while you can, but you could stay up a while, yet.

Liandral shows up after you spend a few minutes looking for him.  "Hey," he says, when he sees you.  "Just checking out how the army in general is taking the division."

[Dracos]

Dracos nodded.  "I thank you for doing that.  How are they doing outside the eye of their 'king'?"

Dracos

[Brian]

"Fairly well, for the most part," he says, shrugging.  Dropping his voice, he says, "Most of the dissenters are just saying you're the best choice of a bad situation, and if that's the worst thing that can be said about you, so much the better.  One of your new commanders isn't so keen on you; Sir Norman feels that someone else -- probably Sir Roger -- would do better.  He's not going to oppose you openly, but if you make a mistake, he'll jump on it.

"Sir Willis is on your side, but honestly, maybe a bit too much so.  He's a clansman, though, so you'd have to manage him with a gentle hand.  He thinks that the entire Caribou clan is without any redeeming qualities.  He won't attack them, but I doubt he'd be too willing to help protect them if their forces were together."

[Dracos]

Dracos brushed his beard, his face serious.  "Then I'll have to remember not to pair them up.  Hmm, bleh.  I dislike subtleties.  Oh well.  Thank you Liandril."

Dracos

[Brian]

"Think nothing of it," he says, waving a hand dismissively.

[Dracos]

Dracos, seeing that it is late and has been a long day of brutal jotun slaying, heads to sleep.

Dracos

[Brian]

You're woken some time later by Durin's younger brother, calling for you from outside the tent.  "Lord Bloom!  Lord Bloom!"

[Dracos]

"Aye?"  Dracos shakes his head and gets up, thanking his morning person heritage.  "What is it?"

Dracos

[Brian]

"Dreadmarch sighted south of us, my Liege," he says somewhat nervously.

[Dracos]

"How many?  How well armed?  Send some men to get the troops up and at 'em."

Dracos