Siege of Rheon!!

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

The door opens with a crash as the Rivan King runs in. He obviously didn't expect to be running into Milliways, but relief breaks on his face as soon as he recognizes where he is.

"Well... that was certainly helpful."

*I do make things EASIER on occasion.*
If only to balance the many many times you make things incredibly difficult.
*Well... yes.*

He looks chagrined for a moment before looking around. There are difficult ways and easy ways to do things, dignified ways and simple ways to do things. As was usually the case with the Rivan King, with Garion of Riva and once of Faldor's Farm, he went with the easiest... and the simplest.

"ANY FRIEND OF MINE. ANY PACK MEMBER. ANY PARENT. ANYONE WHO WOULD WORK AGAINST SOMEONE WHO HAS STOLEN A CHILD FROM HIS MOTHER'S ARMS." And he considers for half a second, weighing a couple of things in the back of his brain before finally belting out "AND ANYONE WHO'D LIKE THEIR BAR TAB PAID IN FULL" He's not against mercenaries. "COME SEE THE TALL BLONDE MAN WITH THE GIANT SWORD AT THE BAR."

Pause.

"AS SOON AS POSSIBLE."

Cough.

"PLEASE."



[ooc: If you'd like to get started before they finish talking, the threads are here]

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[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

[ooc: for slowtime until I get home, with both characters]

Michael looks up from his place by the Bar, and offers Garion the grimmest smile imaginable.

"I'm there if you want me."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

"I'll take any help I can get," he answers. "Armies are one thing, but I don't know what could be waiting in that city. And I also don't know where they could be keeping my son."

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe's sword is already honed - he intended it for Wells' mission, but this is just as important.

"Need a veteran?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"Veteran is just another word for expert at surviving. I'm sure we'll find use for you, sir."

He puts out a hand.

"Garion of Riva. My son's in that city."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir is not a parent, nor does he need his tab paid in full.

But he is against stolen children, on general principle.

So a man of Gondor approaches the tall blonde man with the giant sword, hand resting on the pommel of a big sword of his own. "You require assistance?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He nods to the other man.

"Yes. Yes I do."

He holds out his hand.

"King Belgarion of Riva, sir. And you?"

[grovecj.livejournal.com]

"Heya. Do I have 15 mins to grab some stuff back home?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"No time passes here, but I'm not staying here too long. Fifteen minutes, though, that I can give. That much is fair enough for help."

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Wolf, here, now.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion.

Very very fricking appreciative.

"My friend."

He looks to Wolf.

"After all this is over, we have some talking to do. I'm glad you're here."

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

That gets attention, all right. Gimli's just coming in from the forge to get something in the way of a light lunch, but that's forgotten immediately.

"What's happened?" the Dwarf asks as he strides up to the tall blond man with the giant sword.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He sighs and walks to Master Gimli.

"They stole my son," he answers, "and this is our best guess as to where Geran might be."

[2nd-feanorian.livejournal.com]

The poor man seemed so very desparate...

Maglor got up from the piano where he'd been idly playing by himself, and went up to the fellow. "Can you use an elf and his bow?" he asked, quietly.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"I can most certainly use a bowman. Lelldorin will be glad of the help, and perhaps even the competition."

[souvlakifan.livejournal.com]

Well, of course he'd work against someone like that. He is still a cop, even if he's a dead one.

Schanke heads over to the swordsman and nods a greeting. "I've been a cop most of my life. You got somebody that's taken a kid, then I'll be happy to help you bring 'em home."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He looks the man up and down, but he'd known Rhodar, so he'll not discount someone just because of how they look.

Muttonchops notwithstanding.

Not so much a warrior... but a keen, decisive mind is behind those eyes. Useful. And a lot of heart. Definitely.

"I don't know what a 'cop' is, sir, but if you'll help to return my son to me, I'll gladly take you along."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"Sir. I would be honored to help."

Besides, Mace could use the exercise.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He nods to the gentleman.

"Then I'd be honored to have you. We'll be taking a walled city... may I ask your experience?"

[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

"Hey, if you have a good fight happenin, I will do it fer free." The Main Man is bored. So, why not?

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"Just... nothing too explosive. My son's in there."

[guides-the-way.livejournal.com]

'It's a good idea,' he murmurs, as he slides up beside his friend. 'But do you think it's strictly allowed?'

Not that he's against some bending of the rules. Others might not see it the same way though.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He taps his skull.

"Got the okay, though... as you're there already, I don't think it'd be wise to bring another."

A small smile.

"I don't believe the world could hold two of you."

[kurosakiboy.livejournal.com]

Ichigo is only fifteen, so he's not a parent, and he gets his fair share of allowance, so his tab is pretty well paid. But, well, anybody snatching babies is NOT cool with him.

So, teenage kid with a large sword strapped to his back approaches, the blade wrapped in a fine white cloth that seems to grow from the hilt. He rubs the back of his head, glances around, and then asks simply. "You need help, I guess?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"I need all the help I can get. You would be..."

[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

Prue doesn't know Garion from Adam but she isn't one to tolerate kidnapping.

A woman of about 5'3" appraoches quickly, "I'm Prue and I wont tolerate someone stealing a child away." she declares very businesslike.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He raises an eyebrow.

"Well met, Mistress Prue. Might I ask what skills you'll bring to the battlefield?"

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda comes down from her room ready for her morning workout which fortunately means that she is ready for a fight because when she hears what happened and then see's who it is that is asking for assistance she volunteers without hesitation.

"Garion, count me in."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"Wait at the door and we'll head out in a few minutes."

[cuttingslack.livejournal.com]

[And then I had a test! And then I came back! And then I tagged!]

"Holy fuck, Garion," Slack answers, practically shooting across the bar. "Is Ce'Nedra okay?"

That's Slack for you -- having never had one of her own, she's usually very concerned for the mindset of good mothers.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head.

"She's... she's not well."

She's practically catatonic.

"She could use a friend. Someone to bolster her."

IE PLEASE COME

[playintheblues.livejournal.com]

And there's a sixteen-ish looking person in large blue cape with his own Very Large Impressive sword.

"Where to?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

"Rheon, on the border of Drasnia in my world," he answers automatically before looking to the speaker. "And you would be?"

[necessary_child]

Sam looks up from his lunch nearby. "I'm in. What do you want doing?"