MTG Salvation

Sling nodded, apparently happy with that as an explanation.

"Ahh, and this as well!" This time he motioned towards Grehym's glowing blade.

Arro arrived on the scene, wielding his thrones now and casting visage on himself to ensure that no one would be sure of his secret if they happen upon his public identity.

"It seems you need mercenaries. I'm here to help."

Magnus strolled in to the camp, and sought out the gathering of warriors. "Greetings to the ones who seek to end this preposterous elven claim of superiority. My name is Magnus, and I come to offer my aid." He says with an incline of his head. "Who among those gathered is in charge?"

Bleu followed behind Magnus. She let him do most of the talking. She listened as she memorized the way each person sounded as they spoke. "What he said." She said in a voice that wasn't hers.

Earnest counted the newcomers on his fingers and turned to Sum'era. "I own a tavern in the city. When I gets it back, I want you to come work for me. Extra if you dance. Welcome all! YES, we're all here to see justice served! Me and my kin have been kicked from our homes! And by kin, do I mean humans? No, I mean kin through love and fraternity! We've been driven from Greevan, man and elf and nadrask alike. And we're going to take it back!"

"When authority figures use their power for unjust purposes, the only response is to take that power away."

And Arro is wielding a thorned bow, not a thrones now.

Earnest glanced back and forth between all the mercenaries, smiling ear to ear (and with a wink to . "Alright, ****ers, feast well tonight. We're bursting through in the morning!"

Sling got himself a drink and sat himself away from the rest of the group. After a few moments he laid out an oily rag and began disassembling his pistol, using a selection of small tools where necessary. He laid each piece out in what seemed to be a specific place, the action seeming to calm him immensely.

**Nadim sauntered up, resplendent and slightly wobbly.**

Nadim - I hope I am not too late, I have come to aid in the liberation of Greevan, a cause near and dear to my heart.

"It is never too late!" Ernest slapped a large hand across Nadim's back. "We're heading out in the morning. Get some food in yeh in the meantime. Gonna be a long day tomorrow.

**Nadim took a seat with his food and looked about.**

Nadim - So...anyone for a game?

Arro was NOT for a game. He was just up for sitting in a corner and being Emo.

**Lumarin looked up from honing his blade, glanced over at Nadim, and shook his head.**

Arro notices Lumarin, and decides to go be Emo with company.

"I see you are a Cleric. I presume this means you are committed to fighting corruption?"

Lumarin - As a Cleric it is my duty to expose corruption and stop victimization. As a peacekeeper it is to make sure those deemed guilty do not escape justice. I am not sure this would technically qualify as either, but I am not here in any official capacity. What is happening feels wrong, and it is my duty as a man to stop it, whatever my affiliations.

Arro nods in agreement and sits down next to Lumarin.

"You are a man after my own heart. Greevan was my home once, and now it is no home to Nadrask? gets under my skin."

Sling- I'm with the cleric, this exile just feels wrong.

Sling was in the process of running an oily rag and a few brushes and poles through the pieces of his pistol, taking care to make sure each movement was correct. He turned to Nadim.

Sling- What sort of game?

Colt arrived, wearing Cee on his shoulder and dragging Arl and Doc by their hair.

"Rainbow Girl, the next step in cementing your reputation as a fierce opponent who must never be challenged is to engage in open combat with an enemy who has no desire but to kill you, and prove to the world that you are more lethal than they are. Your targets will more readily surrender to one who has the steely gaze of death in her eyes."

Having recently joined the Peacekeepers, Juris was pointed toward the need of mercenaries to help the recently exiled peoples of Greevan. After travelling to the city, he walks toward the blockade looking for Earnest Ernest.

Juris - Hello, can someone direct me toward Mr. Ernest? I've been told of his desire to take back the homes of the wrongfully ousted people of Greevan, and I'm here to lend my hands to his cause.

"i would've come willingly Colt!". Doc said in mild pain