"My name is Joh Rutner and just a mere two days ago I was contracted by an anonymous representative of the West Kingdom to
retrieve the King's daughter from captivity in the caste of the infamous sorceress Morgana. To be perfectly honest this gig kinda has me
torn a bit. See a search and rescue really isn't a preferable job for a mercenary such as myself and I get the distinct feeling that my
team feels likewise. On the other hand the sheer sum of gold we've been offered and the fame this quest will no doubt procure will
surely make this worth the time. From what I understand Morgana is trying to bait princes, or at least that's the way the way the
contractor put it to me. Now frankly we don't have a prince at our disposal nor do I wish wish to attempt seducing a possibly
psychopathic sorceress with my feminine wiles so instead I've procured the services of a berserker. Sure he's not a prince or even close
to it for that matter, more of a brutish thug if you ask me but I'm sure he'll make for one hell of a distraction. His name Robert Pied and
he will be working along side our token mage Clayton Spryle, lanky as he may be the man is an expert illusionist and an expert in
explosives which is pivotal to this missions success. Our third groupy is less of an actual person and more of a golem built out of what
I'm going to go ahead and assume is clay. Personally I think he smells, though Clayton insists the thing is an asset to our group. Our
forth and final member excluding yours truly is Nicholas Oliver a fearless tracker,deadly marksman, and resident suck up."
The four stare curiously at their leader with varied reactions as she monologues from atop a freshly cut stump only mere feet away from
the roaring camp fire as though she were the only one there.
"You forgot to mention me roguish good looks and my proficiency with my sword."
The archer teases prompting a stern glare from the youthful merc as she stoops upon stump and playfully grumbles with a cute pout
"Get em Robby." She demands softly. No sooner had the words a large armored hand playfully smacks the archer in the back of the
head prompting the entire group save Nicholas himself and the faceless golem next to Clayton to elicit hearty chuckles. The lumbering
armored behemoth of a man then steps from the shadows and takes his place next to his companions huddled about the fire.
"When do we strike?" The beserker demands following a brief and slightly awkward silence.
To Clayton's credit he attempts to answer the query but is swiftly interrupted by the archer to his chagrin "Only goofball over her knows
that." He casually points at Joh to emphasize just who he means.
Again the mage attempts to speak but finds himself interrupted once more by the master tactician herself. "We're enacting our plans at
sunrise." She gives Robert a quick glance that flickers over to Nicholas. The beserker follows her intent and promptly smacks him lighty
upside the head once more.
Come morning a tall man draped in monk's robes has arrived at the castles main doors with an escort that looks to be a large man
covered head to toe in concealing armor. With them they've brought an old battered wagon which bears a couple of plain crates labeled
Cabbage. The pair press the cart to the door whilst the monk proceeds to procure an oil can from his sleeve which he uses to draw a
trail of flammable liquid in the dirt leading up to the cart as they retreat to a safe distance whereupon he he sparks the goop into a
flaming fuse of sorts. As you can guess a massive ear pounding explosion blows the castle's front doors to bits and much of the
doorframe as well for that matter. This in turn allows the large brute to rush inside through the cover of smoke' mace hoisted high and
spiked shield at the ready as he sounds a battle cry "PRINCESS SARA!" He bellows obnoxiously as he charges through smashing his
surroundingly blindly in hopes of procuring the witches attention personally while the disguised mage rushes to joint the others at the
structures rear. Strangly enough a second beserker enters the building in silence upon the monk's retreat.
Meanwhile upon the castle's back two figures one male and other female are scaling the castle wall to Sara's room via grappling hooks
shot through her window. Both are dressed in near identical ranger outfits made of enchanted red dragon scales that should presumably
keep them from being affected by Morgana's magic. In addition they wear identical red tribal masks that depict the face of a fierce
dragon.