Habervast rose and followed the two men outside, he was curious afterall. For good measure, he tipped the world-weary hag with a bucket of IOU notes before he left. Even an evil Overlord enjoyed coinage. How could he afford all those daunting gothic castles where lightning makes an deafening crackle before each one of his monologues? The best way to hurt someone was in his--or her's--pockets. I wonder if this Overlord is a woman? Then Habervast looked around. World-weary hag? Nope. Definitely not a woman, they have better choice in clothing than that. This tavern also smelt like peppermint, this wasn't indicative of the Overlord's gender per se but why? Why peppermint? A conundrum for another life indeed.

When he stepped outside, he breathed in the fresh air. Then he appeared where the trio (Dick, Vark, and Adyeers) were without warning. One was loud, one had a nice moustache, the other struck him as the most serious of the bunch. He wondered just how long they could keep their heads down before word got around that a new batch of heroes had risen to liberate and save the day. It was soon to happen, Habervast figured they had an hour at most given Vark's brazen vaudeville circus act in the tavern. He sure knew one thing: all the pretty wenches had gone. Who was he going to invite to his volatile, loud, pretentious, massive, attention-seeking rager later tonight?

@Assallya@Lady Selune

D'ren sighed and ignored both his general and the mistress as he turned to his pet. "Uh, why would we waste perfectly good metal? Take it to the Fortress of Doom blacksmith and have him turn it into weapons. Duh."

He ruffled the girl's hair with an adoring smirk, and then turned and glowered at both the Voice of Doom and Assallya. "Shut up. Both of ya. Send a platoon of cannonfodder to Giton Village and... get on outta here."

The Infamous laughed evilly as his marvelous pun.

Kita looked in the direction of the blacksmith. "Oh - okays" she said sheepishly. "I'll have that arranged" finished Kita before she gave a little meow as her hair was given a ruffle. She would have to organise for some of the minions to lug the armour down the hallways.

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Suddenly, out of nowhere, Kita felt something like a godly force give her a little bop of the head. Maybe it was large - about as tall as her. Or maybe Kita just got confused and felt a tremor in the earth. In any case, the sudden, external force startled the catgirl making her change into her kitty form. She looked around dazed and confused but otherwise let her kitty instincts take over as she went over to the Evil Overlord's feet and nuzzled them.

The ruffling of the little girl's head caused the blonde sorceress' eyes to narrow. Pure hatred radiated from what was normally a divine countenance that drew men to distraction. How dare that little bitch! The Overlord was her, hers and hers alone!

She was so livid, so filled with rage that she completely ignored the Overlord's statement. After all, she didn't think it was intended for her. Assallya was momentarily taken aback, her azure eyes widening. The Overlord intended on her sending warriors to some obscure village? That was something of a shock. She wasn't a general or a warrior. She had no warriors to call her own. She rather wished she could put together a cabal of magi but she rather suspected that even daring to ask permission to build such a thing would be tantamount to treason.

"I will find a general at once," Assallya answered, not really sure what else to say, "and have the men sent out immediately."

Stepping aside, she released her hold on the overlord's arm for she needed space and placed her right foot behind her left. She then bent her knees and lowered herself, bowing her golden head and displaying her flexibility with the depth of her curtsy.

"Begging your leave my lord."

𝕎𝕖𝕨 𝕃𝕒𝕕! came the sarcastic shout from Vark after the foreigner's tirade. "That's some bloody gay shit you just said, but we'll get it better; 'sides our party needs a bard or talker of sorts." he said, before receiving a call. "Yes mom. Yes, I'll get you the rings of nibellung. Yes I told Wotan - no I won't call him dad - I'd have his sword back, but the door to Walahalla was locked last time. Mom fuck off." he finished before putting it away and glaring at those around him. "Anyway, I recorded all of that and what you said will be a good copy-pasta, on par with the one about traps not being gay perhaps! I shall post this very soon, get quite a few keks from the others I shall."

He tapped his staff on the floor to have his sword appear in his hand, and giggle a little. "Right lads, let's fuck 'em up!" he shouted, to run out and somehow also shoot his gun at the same time despite arms being occuppied. After a minute or two he returned realizing that once again he left without much of a cause.

"Alright, so where are we starting? Let's go perhaps to some hospitals and orphanages and such and ask about some babies arriving under suspicious circumstances; true it'll take too long to wait for a hero to mature but if this hero has some heirlooms we can take his shit that'll help us fight the overlord, right? Or any other ideas?"

Dick rolled his eyes at Vark's comments, and leaned against the wall, waiting for him to come back. And come back he did.

"How about we find a secure place that we know the Overlord doesn't know about, and then work on a plan there? Don't these types of pizda have eyes and ears everywhere? Even pośrodku niczego Giton? You're not nearly sneaky enough, and it's going to get your dupa killed."

@Assallya@SilverRain@Lady Selune

D'ren nodded and gestured dismissively, not only as though he was dismissing her, but also as though he did not care what she did. At this rate the heroes would snag victory from The Infamous if his people didn't start acting like the villainous scoundrels they were.

He looked down at the cat nuzzling his feet and sighed. "There there," he murmured, bending down to pick the cat up. He handed it to Doomlord. "Take care of her."

Then he turned and headed back down the hall.

The elven sorceress considered a great many things as she ran about the keep, arranging for this group of soldiers to be sent out with all abandon. Yelling at dozens of functionaries and using terms only a sailor or one who'd worked in a brothel could possibly use without reddening their ears she whipped things into motion without having to resort to spellcraft. Not that she wasn't feeling the delightful urge to watch someone's heart burst from the fear of the illusions she flung into his head.

What really bugged her was a simple plan. She was long considering playing the role of a captured hero. That way, if the minions failed to bring in these nascent heroes then she could join them and learn their strengths and weaknesses before returning. For one, there was some danger involved and second, more importantly, that would take her far and away from her overlord. The thought of that... cat traipsing about, possibly even sitting in his lap drove her mind to distraction.

No, she'd just use scrying. Sending the troops on their way she hung a small bag of herbs, runic bones with a small pentagram stitched from a single piece of thread embroidered on the side. This would serve as her focus so she could scry wherever the rune bag was and use it as a focal point for her spells.

@Lady Selune

As Kita was placed into Doomlord's arms, the kitty managed to balance herself and find a good viewing spot. She did a kitty smile and mewed happily, wondering what adventures she would be going on. In her kitty form, Kita's cat instincts took over, to which the shinyness of the BOOK OF DAMNATION caught her attention. Kita tried to get closer to it, curiously reaching out with a paw in an attempt to lightly touch the pretty and shiny book.

Doomlord looked down at Kita, who had been placed in her arms, and sighed. Having ahousecat sort of undermined the point of being the avatar of chaos and doom, and having said housecat trying to touch the BOOK OF DAMNATION was probably not the best idea. Gently pressing down on Kita's nose, he lifted the book out of her grasp, the book itself letting out a sad sigh as the cat was prevented from touching it. "Please don't do that Kita. You're mostly human."

Kita tilted her head to the side, the words she heard finally flowing into the human side of her mind. She gave a small nod, followed by a cute meow before hopping off and changing back into her catgirl form. "Sorries, just part of my nature!" she said, embarrassed.