For the Horde!
Barik sighed, nodding at Orphie.
"It seems like it. Well, there goes the element of surprise. We'll have to follow you, Karrima," he sighed. "Where is your camel? You couldn't possibly have traveled three days into the desert on foot like this."
He moved to attend to the camp, turning his attention to the tiefling making food.
"How is breakfast coming along, Ifrit? We will need to eat to maintain our strength."
I can still hail the Horde even though the company has shamed us. Strength and Honor even if Blizzard has neither.
Omega Overlord. Or superjwren329. Either or.
"Then I guess we'll just have to make due~? I mean, if we have to charge in, can't we be smart about it? Like, make an ambush or something?" Feli yawned slightly and stretched, finally bouncing back to their usual self.
The half elf's smile brighted a little more as they nodded a little at the introductions.
"Well, it's nice to meet ya, Karri~! I've got nowhere near as many fancy titles so just call me Feli~!"
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
David stretched, as he walked over, "I heard something about breakfast. All wizards need a good breakfast," he commented.
Princess Warlock
To say Ifrit made a mess of breakfast was a understatement. She might of gotten scared of the half orc women running to camp. She might of been worried about the past couple of day. Or even if she could trust herself. Well anyway that all add up to a pretty muh breakfast. "It not my best", she said with a sigh and a blush.
They can't for the life of them understand why nobody liked being ruled by a group of manic depressive demigods - 4chan
David stared at the food, picked it up and sighed, "Okay here let me. I have experience touching things up."
Unfortunately he wasn't thinking straight as he had just woken up, pointed one of his gloved hands right at the plate... and blasted it with firebolt...
He stared at the results and began to mentally kick himself.
Orphie lets out a deep and obvious sigh at 'we're not going to be able to talk out way in'.
"Well, seems I'm going to have to do some like, really swish combat stuff then. Maybe weave in magic, too, yes?"
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.