OOG: This is a dreamlike vision that is pervasive. Any who read the following may perceive the dream.
Nevin Kendrick had never been to the isles. It had never really suited him. To be this deep in the heart of it, he'd seen no other human in days and it was a bit unsettling. He walked down the street looking at a single phrase on a scroll held in his hands "The Wayward Breeze."
...
Nevin sat at the bar and ordered wine. He would have preferred an ale but wanted to keep up the air of his station for the conversation that was to come. The barkeep delivered the drink and Nevin caught his eyes.
"Giordia told me about you." Nevin said, locking eyes with the barkeep.
"That woman always had a propensity to talk to much. Probably the best sailor I've ever worked with though..." The barkeep cleared some nearby mugs and began to clean them with a dirty rag, without straying too far from Nevin.
"She said you were a general so great you redefined military tactics among the Children of Camulous."
"Camulans, we are Camulan. It's been a long damn time since we were children young man." The barkeep's brow furrowed, Nevin hurried to correct his faux pas.
"My apologies, I only meant to suggest that you were supposedly a tactician without peer and that I could really use someone like you in Ashbury." He stared intently, having made it this far into the isles to talk to this man he assumed that his identity would already be known.
"Nevin Kendrick, I am Grondrik Windwalker. I'm afraid however, that you have come a long way for nothing. War is no longer my trade."
Nevin stood up, he knew this would be difficult and had worked with this man's students to come up with the right pitch to convince him. "It's an impossible war. Giordia said you didn't believe in no-win scenarios, I suppose she was wrong." He finished his wine, stood up and made his way towards the door.
"Wait. Come on back and brief me on the situation..."
Nevin sat at the bar late into the evening briefing Gondrik on the war, the ogres, elementals, the Ashban military and the fate that had befallen Ashbury.
Gondrik stopped Nevin after some time. "Young Duke, you have yourself a general. But let's get one thing strait, I need to reorganize your military in my image. Your current structure is… Lacking."
Nevin Kendrick had never been to the isles. It had never really suited him. To be this deep in the heart of it, he'd seen no other human in days and it was a bit unsettling. He walked down the street looking at a single phrase on a scroll held in his hands "The Wayward Breeze."
...
Nevin sat at the bar and ordered wine. He would have preferred an ale but wanted to keep up the air of his station for the conversation that was to come. The barkeep delivered the drink and Nevin caught his eyes.
"Giordia told me about you." Nevin said, locking eyes with the barkeep.
"That woman always had a propensity to talk to much. Probably the best sailor I've ever worked with though..." The barkeep cleared some nearby mugs and began to clean them with a dirty rag, without straying too far from Nevin.
"She said you were a general so great you redefined military tactics among the Children of Camulous."
"Camulans, we are Camulan. It's been a long damn time since we were children young man." The barkeep's brow furrowed, Nevin hurried to correct his faux pas.
"My apologies, I only meant to suggest that you were supposedly a tactician without peer and that I could really use someone like you in Ashbury." He stared intently, having made it this far into the isles to talk to this man he assumed that his identity would already be known.
"Nevin Kendrick, I am Grondrik Windwalker. I'm afraid however, that you have come a long way for nothing. War is no longer my trade."
Nevin stood up, he knew this would be difficult and had worked with this man's students to come up with the right pitch to convince him. "It's an impossible war. Giordia said you didn't believe in no-win scenarios, I suppose she was wrong." He finished his wine, stood up and made his way towards the door.
"Wait. Come on back and brief me on the situation..."
Nevin sat at the bar late into the evening briefing Gondrik on the war, the ogres, elementals, the Ashban military and the fate that had befallen Ashbury.
Gondrik stopped Nevin after some time. "Young Duke, you have yourself a general. But let's get one thing strait, I need to reorganize your military in my image. Your current structure is… Lacking."
