Sarpedon

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

"But I wanna be a hero..." Oliver wasn't going to fight with Sanguine about it, but he certainly didn't like that the vampire didn't seem to be inclined toward heroics. As much as he wouldn't mind being king, what was the point if he couldn't also be a hero? He didn't want to be some lame ruler that no one believed in. The necromancer didn't seem to love his plan, either. The Paladin wasn't going to argue about that, either, he supposed. For someone who's job consisted of fighting people, he was surprisingly non-confrontational.

The next hour passed far more quickly than the Cleric wanted it to. The pair of them downed half a dozen pitchers and the warrior was delightfully and heavily buzzed when Jeeves showed up. Apparently it was dinner time. When Sanguine sighed, the warrior squeezed her reassuringly, as if to silently support her lack of desire to get up and do anything. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to work. If anything, it almost seemed like she'd assumed his support was for the opposite outcome. She suggested they go eat, and Oliver supposed they could manage that. He certainly couldn't argue with another pitcher of beer. "Sounds good to me." he agreed after a moment, giving the vampire another squeeze. He still didn't want to get up, but the Paladin supposed he would manage it, assuming his companion got up first. To that end, he held tightly to Sanguine, or as tightly as he could considering he was at a noticeable disadvantage...

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I've never met the guy, but I think he should try being a little less one-sided.

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But! But...

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Oh, right XD Well, good thing he took the multi-crusade feat, then! :P

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Lol.

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. Oliver would probably support a crusade against a racist theocracy...

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If she did that, he'd probably have to stop being her friend. XD

Olly is still going to do what he can to at least reduce the body count. good rulers don't murder the fuck out of their populace...

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Ah yes, that would do it.

I figgered it was probably something like that. Oliver hasn't quite realised it, but he is making it his mission to keep her under control regardless.

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Oh right, I forgot about that. I figgered it might trigger a bit of a crisis of faith and make him actually pick a side instead of just trying to minimise casualties for the "bad guys".

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what if, like, they do the questing thing, and the Oliver ends up losing his divine powers because he lets too many things slide, and then, in like, a final boss battle or something, he has to finally dust off the massive sword he carts around?

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Oliver grinned when Sanguine assured him she was going to join him. Apparently she was still planning on doing more things afterward, though. Clearly the Paladin was too focused on relaxing to keep up with the list of things his companion wanted to get up to. He forgot his irritation when the vampire locked arms with him, though, and he couldn't help but smile as they returned to the lounge. It didn't take the Guild Master long to start ordering drinks once they were through the door, and the Cleric had to admit, he was a little impressed.

He grabbed a seat while they waited for drinks, and happily welcomed his partner when she joined him. Moving quickly, he even managed to get an arm in behind her as she leaned against him. That made it easier to pull her close, and he grinned to himself as his arm settled around her waist. "What's the plan, Stan?" he asked when Sanguine pointed out that their goals were set. She suggested they go questing, and added that her ultimate goal was to become ruler of this new land. "So we're just going to pull a large-scale Baldur's Gate?" he asked. It wasn't quite the same, but he figured if they became formidible adventurers and overthrew the oppressive lords of the countries, it would be essentially the same thing.

He wasn't sure how he felt about her doing "whatever it takes", but wasn't going to argue about it right now. His job was to defend the weak and innocent, and if that was best accomplished by immolating their oppressors in holy fire, he would do just that. "One step at a time." he assured the vampire, giving her a little squeeze. Their drinks arrived around that time, and he accepted his gratefully. "I say we start with the most ridiculously impossible quest the adventuring guild has to offer. Just blow their minds completely." Oliver suggested after his first swig. It sounded like his companion wanted to hear what he had to say, and he figured the "go big" method was better than the alternative...