Yours Truly

"A hero's work is never done I suppose, and I don't think I need to warn the rest of you to not stick around and wait for the lasers to hit you now do I?," Immanuel said just before he activated his rocket boots and attempted to fly up to evade Paulina's barrage and lay down suppressing fire in their general direction with his twin gae bolg plasma berettas. Keep using the 2, if I didn't dream up that mechanic where we can remove a chosen number if we don't use a hyper in a round then remove the next 2, wish for Immanuel's jetpack back for increased speed with added thrusters strategically placed for additional mobility.

Atton turned to stare at the newcomer for a few moments before he said, "Quite frankly I wouldn't be surprised if this is a regular occurence on this world, or in some other we have yet to visit, we've allready seen men fly unassisted after all." He straightened out his uniform a little before he said, "My name is Richard Atton by the way, and is throwing yourself through a random portal a regular occurence for you miss..?"

The polite man raises one of his eyebrows as he heard Alexandria's claim, and he let out a slight chuckle before he sarcastically said, "Yeah sure why not lady, of course you're an AI, and I'm Cypres the godking of the Grove affordable apartment block, it's nice to meet you," he turned around for a moment to face the rest of his gang with a 'can you believe this drek?' expression before he turned back again and said, "But for real though, just don't cause any trouble in there and you won't hear anymore from us...unless you break the elevator with the sheer weight of all of the fancy gizmo's you're carrying." After all of this was said and done Solomon slowly crept out of cover as he finally realized that the situation had been defused somewhat, and he coughed a little to get the polite man's attention before he rather uselessly said, "We're just visiting a friend I guess, if you could call him that," and took a couple hesitant steps towards the door as the gang collectively decided to not pay much attention to the oddly dressed skinhead of a nerd.

Liliya would get a slight sense of...resolution when the healer finally allowed the gang members to get a look at her 'meager' possessions, a positive kind of resolution of course, as her fleeting glimpses of the future inform her that she is at the very least highly unlikely to die in the next few seconds. The long haired man went through the coin purse's contents for a few moments before he realized something and stood back up to say, "Nope, she's clean, no one's got real silver around these parts, at least, no one paying us for protection , but just try to stay out of walls next time alright? And stay safe, I don't think I have to tell you what happens to young women wandering through the streets of Seattle at night with a purse full of unmarked valuables." The man makes an effort to hand the coin purse over to Heidrbun without invading her personal space before he dusted himself and took a couple of steps back behind perfectly acessible cover, "Alright....now are the rest of you lost too or something? Or do you actually have business here?"

In truth Immanuel didn't actually need to be picked up and taken out of the splash zone, since as wounded as he was the man could still fly worth a damn, which is exactly what he did while he tried to inject a healing potion, absorb the epithet card, and possibly help Owen get away from the damned thing all at the same time! After that he'd try and fly inside of the nearest subreactor and introduce it to a fun concept called 'Getting shot by a pair of berettas firing rapid fire incendiary anti material plasma .50 cal rounds' until it seemed ready to blow, and Immanuel activated a Mobilitat+ to get the hell out of here. (This is pretty placeholder) Alter to 5, absorb Hecate and activate it's powers, chug a healing potion, push Owen away from the falling Gashadokuro, blow up a subreactor with your brand new and improved gae bolg plasma .50 cal berettas, and use Mobilitat+ [4] to get out before it tries to take him with it.

Alexandria and Mar's entrance was greeted by every single gang member conspicuously reaching for their concealed weaponry, ranging from small pistols, machetes, that one girl carrying around a pipe everywhere for some reason, and in the case of the long haired ork standing right in the thick of it, absolutely nothing, because unsurprisingly enough he didn't feel like dying tonight. He tried his best to keep his cool as he calmly said "Whoa there! Now just hold on, none of us here were about to do anything rash weren't we?". "We were just having a polite discussion with this young woman here about boundaries and why walls aren't meant to be stepped through right gang?," this statement caused a bit of affirmative sounding murmurings among the gang as they slowly moved their hands away from their holsters. "And I just wanted to get a once over her belongings to make sure she didn't steal anything on the way out you read? Just doing my civic duty and watching out for my fellow man, of course that was before she stumbled back and started acting out a retro chipdrama but you get the gist, right?," he took a slight step back when he said this, presumably part of his ongoing quest to not be within punching distance of the walking greek statue and the suited orc. Solomon begrudgingly moved on to hide behind a much less bulletproof wall as Alexandria moved on, and he turned around slightly to quietly say"That might work actually, assuming they knew her by name of course, for all we know they're just a bunch of psychopaths who decided that dressing up as one of the arcology bombers was a good way to earn respect," before he peeked his head out again to get a better look at the situation.

Hildebrund The pointy eared man sighed a little as he heard Hildebrund's reply, "Wait wait...let me get this straight, what you're telling me is that not only did you also don't know where you are, or who you need to get to, only that you heard of a place where someone might need a doc and decided to head there?," he let out another sigh as he tried to wrap his head around her response and worked out a response, which he was just about to do when another gang member yelled out, "OH FOR THE LOVE OF, JUST GIVE HER A PATDOWN AND TELL HER TO GET OUT OR SOMETHING." Everyone Else (Theme) Meanwhile, as the rest of the party turned around the corner they spotted yet another gang crowding in front of yet another building, except these were dressed in an all too familiar mixture of blue and white, and the platinum blonde hair at least one of them was sporting seemed a bit...familiar. "Oh God she's multiplied!," Solomon yelled out as he squinted at a particular example and realized just how much they were trying to look like a certain...meteor chucker, causing him to quickly duck behind Alexandria and say, "Alright so apparently Lexiel has a fanclub now, which isn't....great, especially since they're right in front of the apartment Harlequin's in, of course it's not like they can stop us from entering by force anyway....but pissing them off might be a bad idea if we want to operate openly anywhere around here without you know, being harassed all the time, anyone here have any ideas?." Hildebrund As the pointy eared man turns around to yell affirmatives at his friend, you spot a rather strange group of...people? turn around the corner, I mean sure one of them seemed to be a robot statue, but everyone else seemed...mostly human at least, if a bit heavily armed and armored for the occasion, were they members of this gang as well?. It was at this point that the pointy eared man turned around to face you again, and he sized you up once more before he said, "Alright chummer, I'm going to need you to state your belongings and put down that pack of yours, I need to make sure that you didn't steal anything from that apartment you phased through."

Loadout Jun charges towards the beastmasters and attempt to start poking and cutting them down. Normal Move: Needle of Agony on Beastmaster 1, deals 4d6+Dex damage and afflicts them with 1/4 of the damage dealt in Agony stacks (Presumably still active) Meteorite Shield Core: Activates upon being struck by a projectile, reduces the damage taken from projectiles by 50% for one round then goes on cooldown for one round.

Heidbrun (Theme Song) The pointy eared man gave her a bit of an odd look and stared directly into her eyes for a moment, as if he was...looking for signs of something before he turned to look at the sides of her head and said, "Oh, did Estevan call you? I know that he's really desperate for help,, but I didn't know that he could afford a poindexter....well then, that's something I'll have talk to him later then, after you heal his ailing mother of course, I'm not heartless after all," there was a brief and awkward pause after he finished speaking, as if he was waiting for you to say or do something in response before he said, "Estevan did call you right? Because unless you're just too shy to ask for directions, then I'm going to have to take you in for causing static chummer.".

Solomon gave Halley a bit of an odd look as the eight of them continued walking towards the flat that was supposedly 'just around the corner from here this time I swear', "Because people always want and need a safeish place to sleep on the cheap, and these hotels are...usually at least one of the two, that and besides you can't stay jacked in to VR all the time, that's a good way to burn your brain out." He stopped for a brief moment to peek inside of an alleyway before he shrugged his shoulders and continued with, "NERPS actually, it's a term for 'whatever fad the general public thinks is interesting now, which uh, can be basically anything by this point...it's been a while. Also not really? I think the credstick I have is still valid for..30ish nuyen? Which is uh...not really enough for anything." Heidbrun Well this is one unfriendly looking street you just found yourself in, if the small squad of people dressed in white over blue glaring at you suspiciously was any indication. Judging from the way they were positioned around the entrance stair way they were on, it seemed as if they were in the middle of a conversation when something quite suddenly grabbed their attention, and since they were all staring directly at you and the apparently slightly glowing wall you uh, apparently walked through.... It took a few awkward moments and a lot of gesturing before one of their number, a young man with pointed ears started walking towards you, adjusting his long and flowing platinum blonde hair a little as he put on a two tusked smile, and tried his best to not look like someone more used to dealing with social situations by threatening to snap someone like a little twig when he said, "Hoi! Good evening, are you lost chummer? Because no one's supposed to be walking through walls in Angel's territory, 'specially not through any under our protection," in as non threatening of a tone he could muster with his deep and rumbling voice. From this distance you can clearly see a symbol of a crimson edged halo made out of lightning backing the number 46 on the right breast of his white feather trimmed blue jacket.

Stella bravely bravely ran towards the approaching threat for some reason, brushing past Dagda as she tried to get close enough to the enemy to hit them with her sword later (Dash 60 Feet to O16, dodge action). Garry decides to follow her example! Running up to P18 and firing a bolt of flame at his target! A very very small bolt of flame that missed it's mark, and drew the attention of the remaining black skull soldiers.... Dagda, not being one to be shown up by some woman he just met in a bar, decides that since charging is in vogue this season, that he should definitely charge past her and leap out to smite the soldier with his warhammer! (17 attack, 5 damage) landing a decent blow on the black skull soldier's tough armor, noticeably denting their armor and knocking them back a bit, causing them to switch stances with a surprising amount of speed, holding his weapon as if it was a particularly short spear. Jay D took a deep breath as she raised her musket, sighted her target, and somehow managed to land a shot at the Black Skull soldier right in front of Dagda despite being both out of her weapon's effective range and having to deal with his big ass covering up a decent amount of the target, (Attack 18, 13 damage!), which dealt a surprising amount of damage to the black skull soldier, tearing out a chunk of their composite armor and exposing what seemed to be a dark wooden inner armor. Black Skull Soldier 1 doesn't feel so good. A third Black Skull Soldier steps up to the fray! Bringing his intimidating weapon up to aim at Dagda and ward him off of his ally! (10 Attack), which completely and utterly missed because life is pain. Something landed on P7, a canister of sorts that quickly exploded and covered the alleyway in rolling darkness, preventing anyone from seeing anywhere beyond the two houses beside the entrance to the alley!. It is now Flora's turn.

Immanuel did what seemed reasonable to him at the time, which was lie there in pain for a brief moment as he tried to grasp for a healing potion with one hand, and grasp at the largest collection of barbs with the other, immediately tearing the entire damned thing out and chucking it at the approaching gimp as soon as the wave of morphine flooded over to him, and chugging the entire damned potion bottle. He staggered onto his feet in a crouching position and rearranged the priorities of his wishes as he summoned another railgun in his hands, sacrificing bullet dodging, maneuverability, wall phasing, and plasma speed and damage for one thing, and one thing only, a hopefully excessive increase in his ability to aim his railguns and the amount of damage they deal, okay maybe that was two things. He charged up a Leistungsverstärker in his pair of railguns as he brings the two of them to bear, and he said absolutely nothing as he opened fire at the sniper, one liners can wait. Immanuel chugs a healing potion and uses Sofortige elektromagnetische schienenkanone-Erstellung [4] and Arcane Infusion: Leistungsverstärker [5] after removing Hecatus's gae bolg from himself and sacrificing all of the four wishes he has for extremely increased accuracy and damage potential with his railguns to make the shots he is firing at Hecatus actually hit and mulch the fucker. He is also altering the roll to a 6 because why the fuck not let's do this.

Solomon shrugged and took a couple of steps towards the exit after he heard Liliya's question, "Honestly, Mar stands out a lot more than the rest of us over here, he's the only one who bothered to put on a suit after all, and besides, most people in Seattle has learned to ignore anything that isn't obviously their problem, no one's going to risk their life by being the hero who called lone star on some oddly dressed and heavily armed career criminals....especially with how much they charge.." He peeked his head out of the alley for a moment to try and get his bearings before he set off towards the east, "And yeah Friedhold has it right, we should get moving before some thrill gangers decide that we're an easy mark." As the party walked out into the brightly lit city streets they would notice how the crowds milling about the streets seemed to part to accomodate them, a sea of black, green, white, grays and god knows what else that seemed united in their unwillingness to be around the party. The streets they passed by had some brightly lit storefronts advertising foodstuffs, soy based or otherwise, clothing, increasingly elaborate and oft impractical weaponry, restful sleep, virtual reality experiences, legal recreational drugs, and whatever a 'NERP' is with a cacophony of sound, which mingled in with the murmurings of the crowd, and the sound of seemingly countless ringtones and beeps going off to create a suffocating, cramped, and noisy atmosphere, broken only by the occasional quiet space occupied by what one could only assume were gang members or policemen. Thankfully by this time the eight of you were getting close to the flat by now if Solomon could be trusted, and no one has stepped up to bother you yet, possibly due to how much the eight of you seemed to be somebody else's problem.

Mar-Downtown Seattle-October 31 2064, Seems to be Night o Clock (Clustertopia) Mar would notice a brief flash of multicolored light as he entered the portal, just before he noticed something, something quite familiar. He was no longer inside of the grand if...still slightly musty insides of castle, and he was instead greeted by the sight of a familiar looking alleyway, with garbage strewn around the edges in already rotting bags, somewhat encircling the former resting place of that one dumpster Dackly outright stole, it seems as if the city cares little for it's trash receptacles, or how badly their alley smelled. The relative quiet was disrupted by a slight humming and popping sound as Solomon entered into the scene with a very brief flash of multicolored light illuminating him from behind. He lazily waved at Mar as he tiptoed around the piles of garbage and said, "Hey! The clown said that he'd meet us in person once we made it to his flat, it's apparently just around the corner from here. We should probably wait for the rest to get here first though." After he finished saying this the portal flashes a couple more times in rapid succession as the rest of the party stumble their way inside of the increasingly cramped, and not very well lit alleyway that leads out to a thankfully siren free, yet bustling city street.

Mot rather strangely found himself floating above the dirt road for a moment, and with a flip of a switch he quickly activated the G-Diffuser he had before he landed down on the dirt road harder than any man seated on a motorcycle would want to land. He then performed a cursory check of his surroundings and his equipment and put on his helmet once more before he said, "Well I'll be darned, an actual honest to God angel, didn't expect to see another one of you so soon. My name's Mot, and I reckon that it would be a mighty fine idea to introduce ourselves before we head any further, seeing as I haven't met most of you before."

The Harlequin stopped to consider something before he chuckled a little and said "You're not planning on stealing the entire East Coast Stock exchange are you? Because no thumbdrive can hold that much data in one place, not in time anyway,and not that you'd want to, most of it is just old and outdated junk they're archiving, and as for additional payment...I can only say that I have my ways, I can find a buyer so long as you can find something worth selling." He then turned slightly to face Halley, giving her a bit of an odd look before he said, "She's doing as much as she can to help, but with the amount of reports we're getting of people flatlining seemingly at random in the Matrix, we've both agreed to try and keep thing as analog as possible until this situation is resolved, and by this I meant that I sprayed her with trode mesh jammers and told her to not jack in to immediately die just before I went here." He let out a slight sigh as he mimed checking a nonexistent watch and continued with, "Aaaand oh hey look at the time! It's 'Can we wrap this up somewhere else O'Clock' already? Huh, well in that case do any of you mind if we continue this interesting conversation over in my flat before a certain someone fucks up the matrix some more? We can just take the portal leading to Seattle you conveniently made to get there."

The Harlequin raised an eyebrow at the other minstrel's tone of voice before he said, "You know, if you were actually paying attention I wouldn't have to repeat myself right? But anyway, Deus is an artificial intelligence who likes to appear as an old man with facial hair best described as a white beard growing out of a white beard for some reason, he has no physical presence, existing entirely as constantly rewriting lines of code floating around in the matrix, constantly plotting to find a way for his servants to fully compile himself in Ultraviolet hosts, such as the surprisingly vulnerable server banks the east coast stock market installed for the Novatech IPO, and now since he actually managed to pull this off, he apparently plans to wage war against the rest of the world to become the Godking of the entire Matrix as he wishes he could be, which is a suicidal plan that's practically guaranteed to fail, after what promises to be a short but excessively bloody war that is, one that we can't afford to fight, not when something even worse is apparently coming." He slumped back against a wall and pocketed his scrolls before he continued with, "And after what happened last time I'd try and hire local, but the only runners I know who could take him on in a fight, fair or otherwise would probably fry themselves along with him at best, and I'd leave it to the corps, but that could take ages. Which is why I'm offering the eight of you a chance to make a tidy sum and help save a world at least one more time." "That still doesn't tell us what your daughter has to do with any of this,," Solomon asked just as the harlequin finished speaking, which caused the man to let out a slight sigh before he said, "Oh that, one of her runner chummers flatlined in front of her while jacked in to the matrix, she thinks the Deusche might have geeked him, because he died the moment before Deus finished compiling."

Tarja prepared a bolt of divine power in her hands and (Dex save 6) proceeded to show the ridiculously slow skeletal soldier how it was done, turning up the heat a little on them and dealing (4 points of damage). Although it didn't seem to mind it that much. Bregovich let out an unintelligible stream of words that someone as young and innocent as Tarja shouldn't have to hear as he took aim and fired at the first Black Skull Soldier (Natural fucking 20, 11 piercing damage), which seemed to give it pause for one glorious moment before it started to slowly walk towards the group again. He then shouted out, "Is that fire? Fire is only thing that stop it regenerating!," as he ran the fuck away and reloaded. (25 feet of movement to O27, bonus action reload) It is now Stella's turn, Dagda's thing is counted after Garry and Stella's so don't worry, I'm not going to forget about it

Atton took a couple of deep breaths to center himself as the oracle as brought him up to speed, "Alright now that I have learned more about the situation, I now feel that I should apologize for our previous comments Miss Histoire, and I hope that you understand that this was all just a misunderstanding, at least on my part, since if the criminal syndicate you speak of is as dangerous as you say they are, then I don't think that this is a problem that we can just ignore, especially since we already did agree to help." He straightened out his uniform a little and put his hat back on before he continued with, "Now if what I'm assuming is correct, and that this 'CFW Judge' fellow is a part of the syndicate attempting to plunge the world into chaos, then I feel that it would be wise to hasten our introductions, my name is Richard Atton and I'm going to have to ask for my half track and crew to be sent over here as well, since there's no reason for us to give the enemy an advantage this one time."

The Harlequin scratched his chin a little as he casually searched through his array of scrolls until he found a particularly interesting one, "I asked some of my associates about this before I came here, and while I don't really understand their terminology myself, but apparently the Novatech IPO servers were advanced enough to naturally form an Ultraviolet grade processing environment in the matrix, which is apparently the only kind of environment an AI can fully compile itself in, and I think that means that all you really have to do afterwards is cut off access to the greater matrix and let the Novatech wageslaves deal with getting him out of their Intranet, he's not that much of a threat when he's decompiled." He then coughed a little and glared at Liliya before he said, "I'm not made out of nuyen, and don't give me that look Solomon, I'm telling you the chip truth, I don't have an angel backing me financially like last time, no exec or corp wants to touch us just yet, not after that shitshow in the Aztechnology crater, but if you really want a bigger payday I'm sure that there's some business to be made if you manage to pull off a datasteal in the middle of it all, there's a lot of financial data floating around in there after all...just waiting for someone to snatch it"

Atton looked a mite bit miffed from being packed like a sardine in that closet, and he wondered exactly how he was supposed to get a whole half track in here before he said, "I'm going to have to agree with the extremely patriotic woman on principle here, extradimensional paramilitary organizations shouldn't be called in to curtail anyone's right to protest, and honestly the police should be the one handling international crime syndicate you mentioned, and honestly, everything except for locating the goddess seems to be a job the proper authorities should be dealing with...except of course for the catch I presume you are going to tell us all about next?"

The Harlequin nodded slightly and pulled out another scroll before he said "Alright I'll try to keep this as simple as possible, there is an evil artificial intelligence by the name of 'Deus' is a megalomaniac dick that is trying to take over the information superhighway, also known as the 'Internet' or 'Matrix' from the Novatech IPO servers-a megacorporation, or as you might know it, a really large gang or sovereign nation that was forced to go public with it's stocks and decided to invest in some servers with ridiculously high processing power, which is apparently a perfect staging ground for said evil AI to base himself and his army of really really nasty teenagers with magical powers over technology who actually believe he is the one and rightful Godking of the Matrix." He took a really deep breath before he continued with "I want you to break into the formerly secure facility where the IPO servers are kept, flush him out of the damned servers without completely torching the damned place, and do it all without blowing up the facility, or massacring a bunch of misguided teens. There are no other rules of engagement, at least not ones I could explain to you, the Matrix isn't really my forte you see, but my daughter could explain more IF SHE WASN'T BUSY SLACKING OFF, but anyway the building itself is a standard underground megacorp facility full of traps and tight corners and security measures, sort of like a dungeon where you might be watched at any moment and everything you see might be trapped. Although thankfully Deus hasn't had the time to properly entrench himself in there, so he's had to shut some of them off to accomodate his small army of drones and wannabe shadowrunners." The man rummaged around his pockets a little in search of something as he casually threw the scroll through a visibly annoyed Solomon, "And as for a reward, is the eternal love and gratitude of a world no longer living in fear of randomly dying when jacking into the internet not enough for this band of heroes? Because I have a drekload of money and magical items that says 'Pretty please cherry on top do this before someone else frags it up', I'm willing to offer around 100,000 of your US dollars if you need an exact figure, but in nuyen since no one actually uses dollars anymore."

(Theme Song) After the seven of you finished up with whatever business you had for the day and gathered in the ballroom at the urging of several floating books, you could hear a slight 'popping' sound in front of you, just before a quartet of drones quickly flew through a breach in space and fired several beams of light at an empty point in space, slowly but surely tracing out the shape of...a man, a thin man wearing what appears to be an ancient and well used suit of full plate, decorated chiefly by a red tabard with gold trimming and a lying, but watchful lion emblazoned on the chest, an old scabbard containing a plain arming sword was on his right waist, and he made a bit of a show of keeping his gauntlet-ed hands away from it. The man cracked his neck to the side a little as the drones put some finishing touches on his head, revealing a mane of wild red hair, a pair of pointed ears, and a painted face with a tired looking expression. He leaned against a wall and started to fan himself with his hands before he smiled a little and said, "We have a mission for you, should you choose to accept it," as the drones powered down and fell down to the floor. "What the royal highness meant is that he fucked up and now he needs our help to stop the world from ending...again," said an all too familiar figure as he slowly slid inside of the room and passed through the hologram Harlequin. "Oh buzz off, I didn't come all the way here just to have the castle's jester hose my wiz entrance." Solomon let out a sigh before he pointed at all of the drones literring the floor and replied with, "Well you didn't have to try and impress them with this overly embellished nonsense, whatever happened to just dropping them into an alley?", the Harlequin shook his head slightly before he said, "Because funnily enough, we don't have the time to do that now, you know the little Deusche your merry band of fuckups met back in Seattle? Well guess who just tried to take over the Matrix." Solomon raised an eyebrow at this as he leaned back and asked "What? Deus? Wasn't his metaphorical body supposed to be cooling in a shallow grave after he pissed off the Azzies? How in the hell is he back?," Harlequin stifled a laugh as he replied with, "White power!...no seriously that's his excuse, it's apparently what he's calling the elite of his own personal army of Otaku, the 'Whites', and no, they're not as harmless as they sound, they've geeked a lot of badges, runners, and SINners." He rolled his eyes as he stopped speaking for a moment to pull out what appeared to be a scroll, and leaned down to read it as he continued with, "On our holy crusade against the false gods of the Matrix, may Deus corrupt their data and release zero days on their encryption, and yes, someone actually wrote that, it's on the Shadowlands, posted by some drekhead called xxxTEnsion21xxx after the attack on the Novatech IPO Servers, which they took over, now do you see why I'm asking for your help now?." Solomon shook his head slightly before he asked, "No actually, nothing you just said implied that you wouldn't be better off if you hired local talent, especially since I don't know why you of all people would have even a tiny mote of interest over a crusade that'll last all off three weeks before the corps bag and tag him," to this the Harlequin could only sigh, put on a rather serious facial expression, and said, "It's...it's because of my daughter," which was an answer that elicited laughter from Solomon as he said, "Since when did you have a daughter? And which blind and deaf pixie chaser let your ugly ass put a baby in her?", this response caused the Harlequin to let out a sound of frustation before he said, "It could happen! I'll have you know that I've-why are we even talking about this? Look, does anyone else here have any actual questions? Anyone who isn't the flying poindexter."

Since I am a complete madman I am going to download this and then die halfway through the Bug mono since why the fuck not, will post my progress here prolly if no one minds.

"It becomes a real masher of a gun...well alright then, I give in! I'll fork over the lance, since I don't think that Mar would actually mind now that I think about it, especially if it can still hold a candle to the old Orcish Mercy." Mot slowly but surely unhooked the massive whopper of the alleged lance as he slowly lifted it up in one hand, and took a couple of steps towards the pot and Dackly herself.