The Irregulars

[Niezck]

Because we have the ... Shao looks around suspicously, before whispering to the King. Destroyer!

[Perducci]

The king gives a little chuckle. So it may be true, but I'm not sure what this Destroyer is meant to destroy. Hopefully not my home. He leans forward and places his chin(you guess) on his hand(again breadmen anatomy is a little odd) which rests on his knee(well the bend in his doughy leg anyway).

So what have you come here to do?

[Jayngfet]

"Belchack claims something or other about you guys halting his work"

[Psionic Dog]

At this point Rae takes a half step forward and breaks in: More specifically, Belchack has sent us with a message for you and your people. The time for you to live here is coming to an end, and we have been sent to lead you all to a new land. Belchack's work with you here has ended, and he shall work no more wonders until your people reach a new home. We have heard stories of how the living dough grows short, perhaps it is his sign for you to prepare to move on.

[Perducci]

The King frowns. That is grave news. I must think of how to prepare our people... He calls out to Yib, who springs from behind a door. Apparently he was listening...If you would like to consult our Oracle, I can have Yib fetch her. It is customary to consult her in times of great decisions.

[Jayngfet]

"I would like to see this ...oracle, of yours" Time says

[Perducci]

Without being summoned, a twisted figure of a breadman emerges from a puff of smoke. Unlike most breadmen, who are a delicous looking golden brown, this one is of a much darker complexion(? I'd assume). It stands there gazing at you through deep black eye-dents.(Seriously the breadman anatomy makes no sense at all).

Neither the King nor Yib make a move or sound. The Oracle pounds the ground with a dark walking stick. It then points it at you all but says nothing.

[Psionic Dog]

Rae'gnol looks from the king to the Oracle to his companion, and then back to the Oracle.

He then reaches over and gives Tim a soft push in the direction of the Oracle.

[Jayngfet]

Tim detects evil, while saying "Hey, what the hell is up with these prophecies. I've had it up to here with it and want answers NOW!"

[Psionic Dog]

Rae's eyes widen at those words and he takes a slow quiet step aside to separate and disassociate himself from Tim before speaking himself.

"As we just told this royal breadman, Belchack has sent us with a message for you and your people. The time for you to live here is coming to an end, and we have been sent to lead you all to a new land. Belchack's work with you here has ended, and he shall work no more wonders until your people reach a new home. Already in our short time here we have heard how the dough of life grows short. Do you know of any other signs that confirm this report and could convince the King to prepare his people?"

If after a moments pause the oracle doesn't reply he starts to repeat himself in Draconic.

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[Perducci]

The Oracle looks away from Tim and stares straight at Rae. I have seen much of your work. For the Fool will oft precede the Destroyer, prattling on about peace as the plans for death are made.

[Niezck]

Shao nudges Rae, and whispers softly to him. I think that means you're the fool ...

[Perducci]

This attracts the Oracle's attention. I have seen you as well... It's voice grows more ominous. And lo, when the sky is darkest and fire burns the earth the Traitor will strike down his sickened enemies!

[Jayngfet]

"You've been rehearsing this haven't you?" Tim says in tones empty of belief and filled with still more annoyance.

[Falconknight06]

Wow, it really has your numbers doesn't it James says to the three whose nicknames have been told

[Perducci]

The Oracle then turns to James and gives a slight bow.At last, the Savior speaks...the world will benifit from the peace and prosperity you spread. I welcome you all. (Doesn't sound like it).

[Jayngfet]

"Yes, all hail the savior, perhaps he shall save us from the madness you've all been afflicted with"Tim throws his hands in the air at this "I'm a freaking fighter with a farming implement. Do you honestly expect me do be able to destroy anything. I mean look at us, the average guardsman's gear costs more than our things would probably sell for altogether!"

[Niezck]

Traitor! I'm not a traitor ... Am I? I suppose I have betrayed my family ... I never wanted to be a farmer. My father said singing was for losers ... Shao drifts off in self contemplation.

[Perducci]

Off to the side at the doorway you hear two guards ponder this aloud.

1-Really? Our gear isn't that nice.
2-I don't know...maybe our weapons are exotic to them. Worth more.
1-I suppose that could be true. He's right about selling though. No one here would pay money for any of their gear. Not much anyway. It's not like we could us it well.
2-True...but it is nice getting a bit of odd flattery from The Destroyer.
1-Maybe we should shut up. Sound carries in this room pretty well.

The King shushes the guards. Yib giggles. The Oracle stands there menacingly...or something. Odd fellow.

The Oracle begins to speak again. If we are to leave, you must do something to make the move possible. There is an artifact outside of our village. The voice grows more ominous...or something. In the end of days, a chance to birth anew will show. The Wild Ones hold the Key!

The King takes over from here. If you can find this artifact, we will go find a new home. We've only heard rumors of it and have no idea of what it does or even looks like. Our soldiers have sent out men to find it, but none return.

[Falconknight06]

Do not worry your majesty, we will find this item for you James says, posing heroically

[Jayngfet]

"Let me guess, the wild ones are made from some sort of other kind of dough, thus making them Pumpernickel people and therefore inferior in every way?" Tims voice is filled with so much sarcasm you can nearly see it in the air.

[Psionic Dog]

Rae stands stiff, wilted, and unmoving in shock and disbelieve, his jaw still sagging open with jumbled muted protests pouring softly forth in a mumbled jumble of languages which combining flawlessly into pristine gibberish.

Eventually, empty of either wind or words he blinks and strengthens, starched stiff by self-righteousness.

"As the chosen messengers of Belchack we may speak only of that which we have been charged to do and can not say if those titles are the product of a misunderstanding, delusion, past, or future: But tell us know where beyond your walls the artifact lies and what you know of its form and we shall bring it forth while you prepare the people." He states stiffly.

[Perducci]

The King's form begins to shake with anger. He opens his mouth to yell but the Oracle silences him by calmly producing a small map with an X on it. He hands it to...James. You will find what you seek there. As for you, Destroyer, no the Wild Ones are simply those who refused to join with the King. They live by their own laws. In fact, one might say they are our equals, though of a much different temperment. Much like the difference between your companions and you.

With a poof of smoke, the Oracle is gone. Their King gives you a nod as he shoo's you out of his throne room.

[Jayngfet]

"Odd fellow wasn't he?" Tim says, a thoughtful look on his face.

[Falconknight06]

Thank you your majesty James says bowing and almost falling over, still a little drunk.

[Psionic Dog]

The half elf stays silent until they are outside the palace.

"The oracle? Odd indeed. Either a being of great power, or an eccentric illusionist playing us all for fools. I don't know which to hope for."

[Jayngfet]

"Way I see it it's just some jackass wizard who saw us coming and decided to make things difficult. I swear the only way for those prophecies to be more ridiculous is for them to be less vague."Tim replies "After all, I highly doubt that my scythe could do much cutting, and the only other thing I have any other experience with is daggers and axes, so it's not like I'd be able to wield some ancient sword of doom. Not to mention a good deal of it seems entirely observational. Being called the fool who prattles on about peace would be much more prophetic if you were not JUST prattling on about peace."

[Perducci]

Yib has followed you and decides to chime in with his opinion. I think he smells weird! We going on a trip? He tugs at Shao expectantly.

[Niezck]

Shao looks down at Yib, then up at the king, with a concered look (whatever that may be for a kobold.) I think you'd best stay here Yib. It might be dangerous! I'll tell you all about it when I get back, okay? I'm a good storyteller!

[Jayngfet]

"Sorry Yib but I don't think thats a good idea. I don't generally want this to end in violence but even hypothetical danger's too much. Besides, you've got to go pack your things, you're moving remember?"