RP Gathering's In Goroum

[Argo]

AuntyJaynieDarling baulks at Agrats words, "meat shield" She had never thought of it like that before.

She slides up behind Agrat at the door and says in a low voice... " I can feel it ,Agrat... its him.. he'sbehind this and he is in the next port.. I keep hearing the words "Dark Knight".. Is that who he is? Wait.. there's a tavern called the Drunken Knight.. I bet he controlling this from there..."

[Henry Avery]

He runs down the street, shoving them both out of the way of some falling masonry.

I told you Dreadbolt was planning something!

The constant mortar fire has finally disabled the port's defenses, and a small armada has blockaded the port. Through magical means, Dreadbolt speaks to the entire port.

Bow to me, or face the wrath of Lydrian!

[Argo]

AuntyJaynieDarling finds herself bottoms down on the shaking cobblestones. She sits there for a moment as if being sifted like flour..Looking up she sees Agrat maintaining herself and is somewhat annoyed she herself fell over. Suddenly realising she and Agrat had been pushed out of the way of falling debris she gets to her feet and draws her sword ..

[Meliva]

Agrat just get's up annoyed

We were in no danger honestly. Regardless, dreadbolt is being annoying. I came to meet and greet old friends and such, and now he comes along throwing a tantrum.

From nearby a well dressed man who seems to be from the far east comes along and nods somewhat annoyed next to her

Indeed. I don't get to leave this far often, and now this trip is being interrupted.

Agrat nods to him

Hello Abe. Yes, Thomas is being a right pain.

She shouts somewhat annoyed to Thomas using magic so she can hear him.

Why don't you go home brat? Throw your tantrum there rather then annoy us.

[Henry Avery]

Thomas!? I am Admiral Malevance, and I claim this land for the empire of Lydrian!

His armada fires again, decimating large swaths of the harbor district as the mortas blow up government structures, and other ships land a massive army, several times the size of what Azathoth mustered at Tortuga. his Wretch flies around, roasting the pockets of resistance that the army met.

[Meliva]

At this the eastern man Abe sighs in frustration as he speaks back as several large blasts of lightning comes crashing down destroying several ships

You are an angry child, throwing a tantrum over a stupid decision you your self made despite repeated warnings and attempts to avoid it. Then, you decided to attack a port, without even checking it out first with scouts, or you would have found out, that a lot of very important, influential and powerful folks were gathered here today-many being strong mages. Had you know that, you should have then realized that an invasion should be put on hold. Now, you have alerted all of Avonmora to this threat and brought your forces to a very unlikely to win battle.

Abe goes off in a direction, blasting apart enemy forces, while Agrat raises a hand and sends forth a wave of bats and rats. She calls out quietly to a nearby woman

Zeph, sweetie, turn the tides of the wind next time they fire a volley to blow it right back at them. Aunty, why don't you go with my grandson Eloth to fight the men charging in? He's that large armored fellow running into the group over there. Or you can hang back here with us.

She gestures to a roughly 8 foot tall armored men hacking his way into the enemy forces.

[Argo]

AuntyJaynieDarling can stand it no more.

All this noise and confusion .. the strange man,, who is he..Magan? Dreadbolt? Thomas? Who are these people? .. and the enchanted bouquet designed for another... it was getting all too much.
Hitching up her long skirts she snaps a flask of rum from deep inside one of many hidden and ruffled pockets.
Taking a lengthy swig she feels the hot burn in her mouth and as the alcohol enters her bloodstream, all of a sudden everything seems right in the world.

She listens to Agrats suggestions..
"Agrat - Ill stand back here for now.. I can better see where I may need to direct my energy... I am right behind you.. "

[Henry Avery]

Sensing that the battle is no longer in his favor, his remaining forces return to his ships, and he back out of the range of most spells, continuing with the mortar fire.

You won't always be here to protect them! Avonmora will fall, and I will usher in an age of prosperity for those that bow to my king!

[Argo]

Aunty can see all is under control and notes there is time for more rum.

[Meliva]

A powerful gale blows the mortar fire back onto the mortars, destroying them. Abe says confidently as Dreadbolt leaves

I don't need to be here to protect them from you. Your idiocy will do that for me. Attacking a place without so much as a scout force sent first? Killing innocent civilians which will lead to public outrage and opposition? Shouting to the sky where you are from in the first battle, before you even knew it was won or lost? Once your forces are destroyed, I expect Avonmora to launch an attack on your homeland. They will slaughter it's citizens just as you slaughtered theirs. You are a childish fool. You will not bring anything but death, suffering, and destruction acting this way. Sooner you learn that, the sooner you will cease to be a fool.

At that Abe starts to leave.

This gathering is over for me I think. I will return home. Though I do believe I may round up a force to go to his homeland and return this slight.

Agrat nods as she goes back to drink,

Aye. I will stay for a while, and meet some of the other folks in town. Hope we can keep this party going.