Gameplay

Tell us what your orb looked like? Other than roundish, I mean. Maybe we can clear up exactly who it is you mean to kill here...

"So is that the only reason we are on this gods-foresaken island, to find your orb?"

"The orb was black as night and swirled with power and mists. It was once in a fountain here, helping to keep an old friend company, unil I left and somehow lost my satchel." He replies.

An orb of some kind of power, interesting development. This one is certainly interesting. Though the "holy quest" types over there could be a threat Fenkas. Kind of like Delrind in the village. They won't understand you, not the things you do or the reasons you do them. Fenkas thinks to himself as he watches the interchange between all the interested parties.

So we need to seek out this old friend of yours?

Now beginning to question his situation a little more than had mere moments ago, the half-Orc chimes in once again. "Ok, so that’s...something." Krayt motions to the newcomers. "Have you all found any fountains during your travels here?"

"If by friend, you mean the twisted form of the Oracle, yes, we met her." The prince replies with a scowl.

"It's true, we've met the Oracle. The orb has been destroyed."

"Then it is most definitely you we have come to kill." Altharid replies with a snarl.

FUCK Krayt thinks to himself.

"Hey now everyone stay calm.". the half-Orc puts his hands up "Altharid, are you certain that is our next course of action? I appreciate you guys saving me back on the boat and all but I don’t really know what is going on right now."

Akanoth's hands rest easily by his side, but a dangerous light flares in his eyes, "Tell me, Altharid, why I should kill them for destroying your orb. It hardly seems like any of my concern."

"Do you believe these holy warriors," he spits on the ground, "Will let you just leave once they know you are in league with the dark mistress? That you have set her free upon this planet once again? Or how about the gift you delivered for the ancient one? The town you left deals with the black death now, a curse delivered by you. I guess I should be the one asking, why should I bother to help you? Perhaps the group standing over by the woods watching can come to your aid?" Altharid gestures o some figures off in the distance.

Crimson Crusade group sees one of the figure motion right to you.

They have defiled an artifice, there punishment is already set out before them... we must take there souls to recompense which ever god that orb belonged to

"Well, let's get it over with, then," Akanoth says to his companions with a shrug, "Which one of you wants to start it?"

Tethys is shocked to be pointed out, but doesn't do anything but watch to see what happens.

At Akanoth's prodding Krayt shakes his head back and forth slowly, gets a firm grip on his mace and grits his teeth, "This is not my fight, but if no one has any better options, then I guess it is what it is."

Thaazur yawns. "Well it was wonderful chatting with you all, but if it's to be a lowly brawl I certainly have much better things to do. So long!" The ebon-skinned man starts to leave.