This will be the last miniturn ever created... today. HAH! Didn't see that coming, did you?!
...But yes, it will be the last miniturn until the next turn.
Take it back to the cave and look for more, quantity can count
You take it back to the cave. Your mother doesn't move much.
You go out and look for another. [2]: You find a thin rat. It spots you before you can make a move.
Anthrmarux smiled in response, and ran a hand through her dark brown hair, parting one of the darker almost-purple locks (which roughly matched her scales, the perceptive would note)-one which had developed an annoying tendency to fall in front of her eye, blocking her vision. She considered it amazingly silly.
"Oh, General, you'll have to tell me one day. I so enjoy your stories-romance, heroism, chivalry...maybe because it was always so strange to me, was why I find them was so intriguing.
And, I am glad to hear you're...hmm, good friends with my mother, I suppose. Or worthy adversaries. I suppose to comes to the same thing, but what would I know-being so young and defenseless." She replied, more with a undercurrent of playfulness, than malice.
She looked to a nearby wall, where there was a rough map of Isrand. Anthramarux tapped the point where she knew the bandits were residing. She spoke, steadily and calmly, with measured cadence and practiced oration. Anthramarux really liked to talk, also.
"There. I counted about 40 bandits in the camp, well supplied, well led and with a deal of permanent construction. They shot me with arrows. Annoying. I have your healers to thank for attending to me, anyway.
I've been contracted by what might be safer for all us to refer to as a higher power-of a divine sort-to retrieve a certain item from the hoard, and return it to a place of worship. Secondary to that effect, will be killing them all, naturally-or arresting them, whatever you like.
While I could surely deal with them myself-eventually, over a few weeks or months-but I thought it might be nice to enlist your forces help. There's a better chance of me obtaining my goal, and considerably less danger to myself. On your end, a threat to the local area will be removed-permanently. Less chance of them escaping, too. I'd be force to run most of them off, and they'd just reform after I left. This way, we can reduce the camp to embers, and stamp out any chance of them returning to power. There's a great deal of hoarded loot, as I mentioned, as well-some of which, I might take if it passes my fancy-I am a Dragon-the rest can be distributed back to it's rightful owners, or back to Isrands coffers. I probably couldn't carry it all myself, anyway.
In a more tactical sense, why should we not? We clearly need to lay the groundwork for future strategic collaboration. I need to prove myself an ally and friend of Isrand-and you need to be able to trust me, one who will be residing and defending your land for many generations." she stopped to take a breath.
"Thus, while I cannot promise we will not 'butt heads' in the future, this is a good as start as any, is it not? All that is required, is the will to act."
Villius taps the table for a few seconds.
"And I thought I rambled." He smiles, for a few seconds, before becoming serious.
"Gunstun, since you likely know each other more than anyone else, you'll take the 3rd Battalion and arrest those bandits. Failing that, make sure to come home with the fewest casualties possible. Am I understood?""The Third, sir?" Gunstun raises his eyebrows.
"Yes, the third. They need exercise, and a little mountain walk would get them back in shape." He smiles, somewhat jokingly-mean.
"I understand, sir, but... a battalion?"
"More chance of avoiding bloodshed if there's more men with you. And as I said, they need exercise. The order is final, Gunstun..." He apathetically raises his eyebrows.
Gunstun nods his head. "Isrand Rise, sir."
"Isrand Rise."Both you and Gunstun leave the building. Before you leave, you notice two of the infantrymen that were playing cards punching another while the other one looks on. The infantryman by the door bits you goodbye as you leave, looking at the two fighting. Gunstun facepalms as he leaves.
Gunstun goes to the right side of the building (viewing from outside the entrance) and picks up a horn, and blows it. IT IS VERY VERY LOUD. After he blows it, he shouts out "Third Battalion, form up!"
Suddenly, everyone leaves the center of camp while about 500 men enter the center of camp and form up in lines. Some are awake and in their armor, some in partial armor. Others are just in clothes, while still others are in even less clothes and look very drowsy. Some appear thin and have pointy ears, others appear short with thick beards. Five men in high quality armor run out of a large building the left and stand up in front. One appears to be very short and with a thick beard, another very thin and with pointy ears.
Gunstun walks up and talks to the five men. "Tallisae, Jonric, Urec, Pallas, Lollard, we've got a bandit problem in the mountains. Guess who's up for the job? We've got a teenage dragon that will lead us to them. You've got ten minutes to get your men in gear. Am I understood?" He says, sticking his thumb backwards in your direction as he mentions you.
They all nod without question, taking a fairly apathetic glance at you before turning around and shouting orders at their men. Quite quickly, the nice line disintegrates as the men not in full armor run back to their tents while those in full armor pick up rations and supplies from a building to the right. Gunstun returns to you. "We'll follow you in ten minutes. Do you want a horse or are you going to turn back into a dragon again?"
Merysta swished her tail through the air a few times as she looked over her surroundings. Something red, she felt, ought to show up against the rock walls of the cave... but she didn't see it anywhere out in the open. Her mother hadn't gone back to the hoard to put it away, so that meant it was still in here. Therefore... it must be hidden! A stunning display of logic for such a young creature. The little dragon started looking for nooks and crannies that it might be in, thinking this was kind of fun.
You go looking for the rock. [Int:2]: You check a bunch of nooks and crannies, spending most of your time on those that slope ...upwards. Obviously, you haven't found it yet.
Aleia tried to bite the net. If she is successful, run away again from the creature. If not, try to roar or something.
EDIT: Bolded my action.
You try to bite the net. Considering it's a net, it's very hard for your teeth to bite down on anything. [Agi:1]: You get your horn stuck in the net in an awkward position, and do not make any progress in biting through the net. In fact, you likely have gotten yourself stuck. You roar, but your head is stuck pointing away from the creature so the creature is not scared.
The creature drags you to the larger creature that he rode and puts you on a bunch of wood boards. He also starts tying the wood to the larger creature. The first creature that you met is seemingly unconscious.
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