Sarpedon

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

Nooo! I hate it when that happens *hug* take your time.

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

Oliver nodded when Sanguine pointed out that the undead didn't make the best support for skittish fighters. She was right, so he didn't push the issue. He did have a mind to march over there and explain the situation and let the zombies stand in front and soak up the initial punishment. He didn't go through with it, though, as that would mean first arguing with the Guild Master. As much as he liked a good argument, pissing off the vampire right before a battle probably wasn't the best idea.

The Paladin said nothing as Sanguine did a remarkable job managing the situation to her favour. It was almost like she did this for a living. That was quickly forgotten, however, when another cry went up. This one bore word of the enemy arriving. Numbers were vague, but the warrior caught the words "three score" and wished they had cavalry. A single banner would do much to shatter the resolve of foot-borne soldiers. Bartholmew looked like he was having similar thoughts as he rushed off to lead his own troop. This inspired sudden defiance in the Cleric, and couldn't hold his tongue any longer. "There are only a dozen men there, Sanguine. They've got six times that number against them. They need my help." he growled. He'd wasted too much time already. Oliver didn't even want to wait for his boss' reply, but he did, out of grudging respect for her mastery of the situation so far. "Raise the dead, and I can lead them on a flanking manoeuvre. We'll destroy them completely." his back-up plan was to simply sprint to the aid of the few men determined to actually fight, and start tossing fireballs like they were going out of style. He wasn't going to let a potential ally fall into ruin because of some incomprehensible scheme...

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

All righty, sounds easy enough.

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

Oliver nodded when Sanguine very accurately predicted his plan. "I see what you're saying." he started, then he thought better of whatever else he was going to say. He opened and closed his mouth, and then found different words. "At least support them with as many zombies as you can." he insisted. Maybe if they managed this defence with no more casualties, they could get some extra brownie points. He didn't have a chance to mention any of that, though. Instead he was interrupted by the arrival of a carriage. Hopefully it had Daniëlle in it, and not a bunch of elite glory-hounds looking to ambush the village's defenders.

"You're the boss." he agreed. The Paladin didn't like not helping when he was perfectly capable of it. He wanted to protect these people, to show them that he could be trusted, relied on, even. But he couldn't very well go against his Guild Master if he wanted to get back into her bed again. And she had said they could jump in if necessary. He supposed he just might have to skew his perception of necessary. Depending on the force they were going up against, he might even justify jumping in immediately. It wasn't like they were going to turn on their allies or anything.

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

fixed it!

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

I wasn't thinking half an army... You do have a point, though, sorry about that. I will edit that.

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

Oliver, even knowing that the people confronting them were friendly, didn't hesitate to let his right hand rest on the hilt of his kukri, his hand hidden from view behind his back. The sheriff resolved the issues swiftly, and the Paladin let his arm fall to his side. He didn't move as the still-mounted warrior got off his horse to talk with them like a normal human being. He did note that the man left his weapons on his horse, and wondered how good a horseman he really was, and why he wasn't leading a squadron of cavalry instead of all these footsoldiers. They weren't in a position to start asking questions like that, though.

Instead, they got what sounded like the start of the third degree, until Sanguine saved them from such a fate by using the little knowledge they had to manipulate the situation into her favour. She was surprisingly good at that, and the Paladin suppressed a smile as the warrior confronting them went from stern to bowing. He did chuckle at the scene when one of Burghersh's men commented on his behavior, though.

All humour went out the window when the Guild Master shared their knowledge of an impending assault, and suddenly they were planning a defence. Bartholmew barked orders and asked them for assistance in the same breath, and the Cleric supposed it couldn't hurt to lend more of a hand. "Of course we'll help." he agreed, before offering a shrug to the warrior, and stepping aside with his companion to see what needed to be discussed.

"What even needs discussing?" he asked, "We're pretty well unbeatable, especially if you rez all those scrubs and make our enemies fight their own dead. The village and its people will be totally safe. We got this." Oliver was feeling more confident by the minute about defending the good people of this hamlet, and he wasn't sure what Sanguine could have to say about such things...

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

So I'm going to buy a greatsword, and a bastard sword, and a katana. But I'm thinking I need a sabre too, and I'm not sure what kind of sabre I want. Suggestions?

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

lol, sounds fair to me.

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

That's always good, though.