Heavensward

[arroganceandangst]

Coming to Ishgard

The Crystal Braves's betrayal still fresh in mind and only the Warriors of Light, Alphinaud, and Tataru accounted for, Cid Garlond whisks our heroes away to Coerthas to avoid detection of the crew they thought were friends. They find themselves in Ishgard where they are greeted warmly by House Fortemps and granted sanctuary, much to the displeasure of King Thordan and his Heavens Ward.

Alphinaud's despair about being unable to "Save Eorzea(TM)" comes to a head and Tatarus and the Warriors of Light set him straight. Together they move forward to find their scattered friends and allies and move forward. Meanwhile, the Dragonsong War begins to set back into motion after years of an unease and tense ceasefire.

Amongst the chaos a strange and desperate from another world slips into our Eorzea with the intent of saving their land at the cost of ours.

Welcome to Heavensward, I hope you packed your furs.

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[talkingtrashtank]

Rhok also takes an order of hot tea to go with the meal, quick to dig into his portion once it arrives. As he eats, he tries to put together the best picture of the Ogre.

“Steropes himself isn’t the biggest threat,” he explains, taking an empty cup from the table and setting it up between them. “He’s big and he’s nasty with a wide cleave with his club, but the real danger are all his minions.” He takes the shakers and puts them beside the cup, “They circle him like dogs waiting for scraps, and the ones that can’t get close hide out in the trees and ravines around his stomping ground. They aren’t scouts so they won’t go out of their way to attack people unless he tells them to, but it means for every one of the inner minions you slaughter, two on the outside see their chance to prove themselves to him.” He sounds like he’s seen this happen before, because he has.

“About two weeks ago I watched a company of Temple Knights march right into the eye of the storm and get picked off by the small ones.” He takes a swallow of hot tea, barely tasting it and eyeing the small diagram of discarded utensils and napkins on their table. “I joined for long enough to help some of the stragglers escape but unless we come up with a way to deal with his little honour guard then the two of us won’t cut it. He hits as hard as you expect when you’re in front of him, but being surrounded on all sides by the little ones with no relief will get an off-tank swarmed and killed.” Which brings them to O’rhok giving Ara a patient look, still holding his cup by his mouth.

“Thoughts?”

the last bit is mostly just a poke about the plan we kinda mentioned in dm, feel free to ignore

[arroganceandangst]

Aragibal does not eat as quickly as O'rhok, seeming to take his time as he listened to the description of the beast they were tasked with killing. The description of the minions was interesting to him - fighting big game was nothing new to Aragibal, but the idea of this target having minions that would cause issues was a bit new to the mix. It would be an excellent challenge.

He was quiet as he looked over the little display that O'rhok set up to explain the situation, listening carefully as O'rhok described the event with the Temple Knights. After being asked for his thoughts Aragibal took a drink from his tea as he took a moment to consider all of this information that O'rhok dumped on him. He set his cup down and tore a piece of bread in half and started spreading some butter across it as he spoke, not looking up to meet O'rhok's gaze as he spoke - more a sign of thinking rather than lack of respect.

"I am used to fighting big things that hit hard - the bigger and harder they hit, the better the challenge. Where I am from I had a group of friends that would always accompany me on the hunt. I cannot say I've ever been in the reverse situation - I'm in a handful of hunting networks so I always have had the ability to call for help if something was too large for me to do alone."

He took a bite of the bread, chewing and swallowing before speaking again. "This isn't a time to call for help, however, because this is a test for us. Normally I just hit the target really hard until it's dead. I could probably hold the attention of the minions while you take care of Steropes?" Aragibal either did not understand the sheer number of the minions, or he severely underestimated them. Either way, Aragibal was not the strategic planner - that was always his friends, he just always pissed the big bad things off so his friends could actually carry out a plan.

He gave a small smile, attempting at a joke. "The little ones aren't a problem if they can't hit me, right?" He meant mostly that he was just agile, but that may just spark an idea in O'rhok.