more chaos in the streets The mayor was hard at work, with loonies with swords and other shit that could only be discribed as out of some fantasy book running amok. Well not amok really, they hadn't killed anyone yet, or burned anything down. and the reports that had come back about "orcs" being seen on the outskirts of town, yes he'd read tolken, in fact he'd taught litature to his students before becoming principal then mayor.<br/>of course the getting a small police force into something of a shape was beyond him, of course he was imagining the hordes of mordor, or some other nonsense, so the "deputised locals" a military force would have called them willing conscripts.<br/>as the sun peaked over the mountianside the town was returning to normal, well as close to normal as could be.<br/>the big thing was sending the police to break up any fights by these "wanders" Mayor Charels had made it abundantly clear on the phone. "this land still belongs to the United States of America, and we are going to handle this according to our laws, our systems, and OUR RULES." of course by then he was running of coffie and adriline.<br/>a cruser was dispatched and were on their way to break things up, peacefully was his hope, but they had permission to shoot for non-leathal targets if nessary. arms legs etc.<br/>with everything calm for once, and all problems taken care of the mayor leaned back in his chair, trying to take a few moments to himself, and without intending to, fell asleep.<br/><br/>Aubert: as the sun crested the Elderfrost mount Aubert knelt towards the rising sun as was how all his order greated the birth of the new day, and the glorious rise of the sun.<br/>"beautiful, maker bless and thank you for another day in this world"<br/>of course his prayers were interupted, in the orc infested hinterlands how could they not be. The green skinned monster bore down on the kneeling beastial- he hated that name, Aubert always thought of himself as simply human born to the wrong flesh.<br/>Nontheless it quickly charged him, lightly equipped, a scout in furrs and a spear. Aubert whipped around, sure a priest of epic power could've smitten the orc on sight, or called fire down from the heavens.<br/>Instead aubert made a sign with his hands two fingers raised towards the sky the rest balled up into a fist. he had four words for the command spell "throw, spear, into tree" The orc, weak willed as he was obeyed without question, his mind confused, but his body whipping the spear into a nearby tree.<br/>As he ran to pick up his weapon aubert ran him down, thanks to his stronger legs, there were some things he could thank his heritage for.<br/>In this case he ran the orc down and brought his mace into the side of it's head, leathal or not the orc lost his footing and tumbled down the mountian side. Aubert's eyes followed the body down as it tumbled hitting rocks and trees.  then his eyes beheld what the orc was once trying to scout, a small city had manifested itself over here. Abert made his way down the mountian pass towards the city.