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"Good to see we're all so well-acquainted with the Grand Marshal. It makes this a lot easier." She explains before nodding at Torien. "Yes, we shall depart immediately. Let us go forth without falter!" She says as she lead the way to the horses. Upon arrival at their stables, she orders the Gnoll to be their guide and the Avian on point.

The gnoll refuses a horse as he is naturally as fast as a horse and begins to sniff the air and points east of the castle.

"That place reeks of death." He says disgusted. "It isn't hard to get at it. We don't have any mercenaries heading there yet, so we don't have to kill anyone yet." He says. "At least I can't smell anyone that way.

The avian takes off and observes the area nearby and the area towards the Death Marshes. She gives a all clear as in nobody is headed east towards the Death Marshes.

The orc is brought a warg instead of a horse, mostly because there was no breed of horse strong enough to carry the orc on long distances.

"Lead the way milady

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TheGM god that humans worshipped would tell him that he can go first and convince a few guys to join his party, do some missions for some fair amount of gold, hire some mercenaries, then convince the tribes and non-human slaves to rise up in revolt against the humans.

"That's brilliant, guv! Why didn't I fink of that? Eh." With that, Connor runs to the tavern and walks in. While he closes the door behind him, he looks around, looking for the most strongest people.

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Iosef gulps, and nods in thanks as he rushes North. He clambers up the side of a building relatively close to the end of the city limits, and waits to pounce onto the nearest horse or wyvern that dares to pass by road or low skies.

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"That's brilliant, guv! Why didn't I fink of that? Eh." With that, Connor runs to the tavern and walks in. While he closes the door behind him, he looks around, looking for the most strongest people.

The GM first says that most strongest is a rookie grammar mistake before leaving rather disappointed. The tavern is filled with people, most of them gathered in a circle and cheering at something.

On close inspection he can see two persons inside the human circle, a orc on one side and a quite buffed human on the other side.

"You better not lose, Mogy!" A elven female behind the orc says a bit annoyed. "I don't want to date that loser!"

"Yeah, only we're allowed to fight for her!" Another human says behind the orc, next to him, another human who looks exactly the same like the one who talked.

A man comes in front of Connor and asks him:

"Who ya wanna bet for, bub?!" The man asks holding a pouch filled with various type of coins, from bronze coins to even rare platinum coins.

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Iosef gulps, and nods in thanks as he rushes North. He clambers up the side of a building relatively close to the end of the city limits, and waits to pounce onto the nearest horse or wyvern that dares to pass by road or low skies.

A young man on a horse slowly trots ny and is genuinely surprised when a hobgoblin pushes him off his horse and as soon as gets on his legs he pulls a short sword out.

"Get off my horse, you inferior beast!" He demands. "Or I will spill your guts right here right now!

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Unfortunately, Iosef is already slamming his heels into the horse's thigh, urging it to go on in a full gallop. He hangs quite precariously from the saddle, but if he can clear the range of the human's swings, then re-adjusting the seat could be addressed later.

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The gnoll refuses a horse as he is naturally as fast as a horse and begins to sniff the air and points east of the castle.

"That place reeks of death." He says disgusted. "It isn't hard to get at it. We don't have any mercenaries heading there yet, so we don't have to kill anyone yet." He says. "At least I can't smell anyone that way.

The avian takes off and observes the area nearby and the area towards the Death Marshes. She gives a all clear as in nobody is headed east towards the Death Marshes.

The orc is brought a warg instead of a horse, mostly because there was no breed of horse strong enough to carry the orc on long distances.

"Lead the way milady

"I would prefer if one of you would." She replies before looking at the rookie. "Rookie! Lead the way! And don't worry, I'm right behind you if anything happens."

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The GM first says that most strongest is a rookie grammar mistake before leaving rather disappointed. The tavern is filled with people, most of them gathered in a circle and cheering at something.

On close inspection he can see two persons inside the human circle, a orc on one side and a quite buffed human on the other side.

"You better not lose, Mogy!" A elven female behind the orc says a bit annoyed. "I don't want to date that loser!"

"Yeah, only we're allowed to fight for her!" Another human says behind the orc, next to him, another human who looks exactly the same like the one who talked.

A man comes in front of Connor and asks him:

"Who ya wanna bet for, bub?!" The man asks holding a pouch filled with various type of coins, from bronze coins to even rare platinum coins.

Connor facepalms and realizes his stupid mistake. "Farkin' accent..." Connor looks in the bag. "The bloody hell is the bleedin' fight for? Gotta be a reason for a good fight, guv. Tell me and I'll cough up me brass."

Sir Gorun of House Gravelbeard was already ahead of the crowd regarding the quest. As nobility, he managed to gather the necessary information to get a head start. Still, travelling was slower perhaps than he had wished. His cart carried plenty of supplies for the long journey, and the mules pulled it steadily on the road towards the death marshes.

The death marshes would prove to be a problem, but Gorun was confident enough in his enchanting ability to believe that perhaps he could take advantage of any aura or sickness that leaked from it. Even if he failed, he would gain experience from having been there. Gorun continued to ride towards his target, sword in one hand, apple pie in his other, reins around his foot.

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Unfortunately, Iosef is already slamming his heels into the horse's thigh, urging it to go on in a full gallop. He hangs quite precariously from the saddle, but if he can clear the range of the human's swings, then re-adjusting the seat could be addressed later.

Luckily for Iosef, the young man is a rather poor swing and misses every swing towards Iosef. As soon as he distances the castle, he can see that on the outside of a tavern a fight was about to start between a orc and a rather big human.

Close to the humans he could see two men, one with a pouch in his hand filled with all sorts of coins and the other simply staring a bit confused at the man.

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"I would prefer if one of you would." She replies before looking at the rookie. "Rookie! Lead the way! And don't worry, I'm right behind you if anything happens."

"As you order, milady!" The rookie says doing a curt bow and riding ahead of her.

"Milady, I don't wish to doubt your judgement, but are you sure that it is wise to let the rookie go first?" The high elf asks.

As they progress, they can see a small village being raised by large group of goblins and murlocs, the leaders of this band being a hobgoblin armored head to toe in steel armor and armed with a longsword, and a larger murloc armored with leather armor and two shortswords. They don't seem to have noticed the group yet.

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Connor facepalms and realizes his stupid mistake. "Farkin' accent..." Connor looks in the bag. "The bloody hell is the bleedin' fight for? Gotta be a reason for a good fight, guv. Tell me and I'll cough up me brass."

"Well, the human that be fighting made a bet with that lass behind the orc that if he manages to beat the big green guy, the lass will do what that guy says for a entire day, if the orc wins the big guy will give them all of his gold.

Then, I be thinking, why the hell not start a bet to give some cash to the people who are right, so who do you want to bet for?"

Sir Gorun of House Gravelbeard was already ahead of the crowd regarding the quest. As nobility, he managed to gather the necessary information to get a head start. Still, travelling was slower perhaps than he had wished. His cart carried plenty of supplies for the long journey, and the mules pulled it steadily on the road towards the death marshes.

The death marshes would prove to be a problem, but Gorun was confident enough in his enchanting ability to believe that perhaps he could take advantage of any aura or sickness that leaked from it. Even if he failed, he would gain experience from having been there. Gorun continued to ride towards his target, sword in one hand, apple pie in his other, reins around his foot.

As he walked towards his target, he reached a small group of people that just reached the area, there was a village in the process of being raided by a combined group of goblins and murlocs, the groups being lead by a hobgoblin and a murloc champion.

Nor the small group of people, nor the raiding party noticed him, yet, they would soon enough.

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Iosef rides on, and re-adjusts his posture so he can sit straight up as opposed to hanging off the side of the saddle by the reins. Gold and petty fights were below him now; he wanted that blade, badly.

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Iosef rides on, and re-adjusts his posture so he can sit straight up as opposed to hanging off the side of the saddle by the reins. Gold and petty fights were below him now; he wanted that blade, badly.

However as he distanced himself from the tavern enough, he could hear rustling in the nearby bushes and a two pairs of red eyes staring at him, he could recognize them as fellow goblin eyes. They didn't seem to be hostile... yet.

*Knight heads out. He pauses near the horses and inhales smelling the black knight he gives a small smile before following her and her group on foot. If necessary he could either help or hinder them he's not really picky. Surprisingly he is quiet footed even though his armor seems heavy.*

Gorun stopped his cart and quickly tossed the remainder of his armor on. The longsword and a stab from a spear might see success against the chain areas of his armor, but the knight knew that short swords and the other weapons would utterly fail against it. And that wasn't accounting for any of the protective enchantments placed on each individual piece in the chain. Seeing the well armored hobgoblin leading the raid, Gorun sheathed his mythril sword into his belt, grabbed a halberd, hopped off the cart and tied his transportation to a nearby tree.

He checked to make sure all the chests were locked an bolted down before leaving, and then mildly wishing that someone would attempt to steal it in his absence. They would fail of course, but it would be well worth the mess he would have to clean up afterwards.

Gorun began to approach the village, not attempting to sneak in nor attempting to make his presence known. They were busy fighting the minimal resistance there, and wouldn't pay too much attention to the village surroundings.

Gorun stopped his cart and quickly tossed the remainder of his armor on. The longsword and a stab from a spear might see success against the chain areas of his armor, but the knight knew that short swords and the other weapons would utterly fail against it. And that wasn't accounting for any of the protective enchantments placed on each individual piece in the chain. Seeing the well armored hobgoblin leading the raid, Gorun sheathed his mythril sword into his belt, grabbed a halberd, hopped off the cart and tied his transportation to a nearby tree.

He checked to make sure all the chests were locked an bolted down before leaving, and then mildly wishing that someone would attempt to steal it in his absence. They would fail of course, but it would be well worth the mess he would have to clean up afterwards.

Gorun began to approach the village, not attempting to sneak in nor attempting to make his presence known. They were busy fighting the minimal resistance there, and wouldn't pay too much attention to the village surroundings.

The guards of the village had sealed themselves in the town hall keeping the attention of the raiders, it was relatively easy for him to get close to the hobgoblin and the murloc champion without them noticing him.

*Knight sees the raiding since he is following the black knight and her group. He pauses then inhales smelling the group but also a dwarf further away. He tilts his head then smiles seems like for right now he would be helping this group by shedding the blood of the raiders if necessary. For right now he waits to see what the black knight and her group will do wanting them to lead the way.*

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Iosef nods at the two red eyes, but keeps his hand on the handle of his sword as he continues galloping onwards. A few meters up ahead, he leans on the horse so his body can be more streamlined, and whips the reins once with digging heels to go a little faster.

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Iosef nods at the two red eyes, but keeps his hand on the handle of his sword as he continues galloping onwards. A few meters up ahead, he leans on the horse so his body can be more streamlined, and whips the reins once with digging heels to go a little faster.

However, a lasso flew towards him and had managed to catch around his left arm. Then he a second later he was pulled down from his horse by the one who threw the lasso.

The person now had gotten out of the bushes and it seemed to be murloc armed with a longsword and armored from head to toe in steel armor made specially for him. Through the visor you could see his red eyes.

"Hmm, a hobgoblin head will get me 30 gold coins." He said contemplating. "That means I'll be able to afford a few days in a nice inn. Don't resist, it'll be better for you if you hand one of your ears over."

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Iosef draws his sword, and chops at the lasso as best he can. Just like striking with a hammer, except with the end of a blade, right?

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"Uh... I'll put me brass on the orc." With that, Connor tosses in two bronze pieces and watches the fight.