Waterbrick Down

"So you just left your family? Just like that?"

"Oh, I get it. It'd be like me calling you a green human! But you're not, you're an orc." Polly smiled with understanding and opened up a small pocket notebook. The girl wrote down the different types of green-skin making note to put Miderun under "Orc" and the name Skrull under "Ogre". Polly gestures to the Elf, "You don't have to sit all by yourself you know, we've got an extra spot up here." So saying Polly moves Mr. Sanders from his stool to her lap. As her legs don't quite reach the floor, Polly rocks them back and forth between the rungs, humming a little ditty before pausing. "So Miderun, if Baltarok is so far away what made you want to leave your home to come all the way over here?"

Polly nods as Miderun lists off the different green-skin races. "Sure seems confusing. Why not just call them Orcs? Short Orcs, tall Orcs, pig-nosed Orcs, stupid Orcs, cruel Orcs, and wise Orcs?"

"Yik, remind me not to go there. Bric'lin's a city, silly. It's just north on one of the trade routes from Eubric. So is everyone from Baltarok an orc like you?"

"As you were saying, full of wryvens and dragons and stuff. I'm from Bric'lin myself."

Polly skipped back up the stairs and plopped on a stool next to Mideron, she set Mr. Sanders on the stool next to her. "I guess so, did you know they're raffling off free stuff? This place must bring in quite the cash. You told that Dyric guy you're from Balta...Baltarok? Where's that?"

As she signs up for her first quest, Polly sees the notice for the lottery. "Huh, free stuff. Why not?" Polly and Mr. Sanders sign up for the lottery.

"That's it? Well I can handle that." Polly pops off her stool and heads down the stairs seeing the sign-ups for Quest 109 she affixes her and Mr. Sanders names. She looks at her bear. "50 Gold Mr Sanders, that's like 45 more than we ever got for an allowance. This is going to be a piece of cake."

"Well that's a relief." Polly caught herself. "Not that I couldn't take care of an evil scary monster or anything like that. So you just wait around until someone comes rushing in here shouting for help or something like that?"

Polly wasn't sure about the assassin. He was really old and he looked it, but she had been always taught to at least answer someone nicely when asked a question. "Polly and this," holding up her bear, "is Mr. Sanders. We were here to collect a bounty on an ogre, but apparently he isn't here right now, so we're going to look for other stuff to do. What do you have to do to join this organization, do you have to kill something big like Mideron did over there?" Polly indicates the orc barbarian at the bar.

During Sorrows long disorientation on the nature of Heroica, Polly had slowly inched her way forward and hopped up on a stool to listen to the aging assassin more attentively, or get a better look at his decay face, but no one could tell the difference. "Wow! So did all that work for Heroica do that to your face?"

"Well I was here for other business, but that seems to have been postponed." Polly shot a rather aggravated glance at Dyric. "And of course I've got a home, but I'm not going back there. What do you mean organization? I thought this was just another bar where big tough heroic types liked to hang out?"

"Aren't some of you a little old for the heroica business?" "Why would anyone want to be saved by a skeleton, ew."

"As I said, I'd be happy to layout where yours are but we might have more pressing issues, young mage."

"A whole month!" Polly's lip trembled a little. "What now, Mr. Sanders?"

"Polite his smug little face. If he's not hiding him, I'm sure he's going to collect the bounty himself, Mr. Sanders." Polly's face drooped a little at Dyric's mention of Skrall's quest. "Well maybe he and I will come to some sort of arrangement then, when is he supposed to get back?"

"Not deaaad. We'll just bind him up and stuff."

"Magwin here wants the location of Alistair's personal door, something about an artifact. I am only obligated to inform the true owner of their door's placement." "I just want to see if he truly does have the Crown of Helvetia in his possession." "And what good would it do you to know such a thing, if we're going to "die" anyways?" "It'll at least provide someone with a way out, should these heroes fail in their 'rescue' attempts, something I find hard to doubt."

Polly holds her bear up for the elf's inspection. Annie notes a momentary glearm of purple in the bears eyes as the little girl holds it up. "This is Mr. Sanders! And of course I mean you. I mean you have a really cool shield and a really awesome sharp... um whatever that pole thing is. I'm sure between the three of us we could take down this Skrull fellow, goddess killer or not. I'm sure the rogue was just exaggerating anyways, hall talk and all that." "Honest or not, he should have settled his debts, but I'm not the one he needs to settle them with. For an assassin of light, you sure seem to not like facing it." "Definitely harboring a fugitive."

"Ah, Alistair is quite resourceful, I knew he would find a way to communicate with the outside world. No need, to justify your actions heroes, I can see you're telling the truth. I can get you a map to your doors, but there are still the matters of the undead outside the door and the sword at my throat that I think we should attend to first." "Who else would you expect but necromancers to manage over a hundred undead workers to keep the pocket dimensions of the city of Eubric and the surrounding area in smooth operating conditions? It's an ingenious system." "Um... not a Paladin." "Yes, I can plainly see and tell. Cherubian is the name of my people, but I won't bore you with the details, suffice it to say we're a very long-lived race, immortal for all practical purposes, and we don't take too kindly to dishonesty from any individual. Isn't that right, Magwin?" "You useless truth-loving piece of..." The were-vulture pauses a brief moment and collects herself, "Have you made a decision, thrall or informant?"

"I don't know, the sign said something about late child-support and other debts. I'm just here to...to... Wait, did you say a goddess?" Polly paused a moment, before turning to the orc. "Ok Miderun, fifty percent for your help in bringing the ogre in. Perhaps we could hire some other heroes who aren't particularly chummy with the accused and go on a quest of our own to find this ruffian." So saying Polly glanced up as an Elven knight turned up at the bar. "You, you look like a capable woman of action want to help me and my Barbarian bring in a hostile ogre? There's gold in it for you." Polly tried to put on her most winning smile.

Everyone's a teenager or younger so far.

"Might be trouble, Mr. Sanders. He's probably harboring the ogre as a fugitive." "He's got some debts and there's a bounty out on his head. Friend or not, you aren't going to stand in the way of justice, right?"

"It's Magwin and I hardly doubt that a bunch of rag-tags like you will be able to do what a cohort of Paladins could not. No we are going to die, it's just a matter of when." "Then why are you so insistent of knowing the location of Alistair's door? Besides, you should know that the threat of death means nothing to a Cherubian, given our reincarnation." "Not if I raise you first as a thrall." "Wouldn't last long, you're about as drained of ether as I am."

"I shouldn't have any issue carrying it if ya want, though might be a bit difficult if I have to use a bow." Skrall took a sip of his cider. "Amazin' what they can do with technology these days, pretty soon they ain't gonna even need heroes like us to do all the grunt work."