Siege of Rheon!!

[wellthrownstone]

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

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[rebelheartalien]

[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]

"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."

[rebelheartalien]

"I'm a telepath, Garion. If he's there, I'll find him if I have to scan every mind in the city."

[wellthrownstone]

He shakes his head.

"But you should be careful. The longest standing enemies I have have some sorcerers who could so some horrible things to your mind if it was open and searching. It's not safe."

[and_far_away]

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

"Need a veteran?"

[wellthrownstone]

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."

[and_far_away]

"Richard Sharpe." He shakes hands. "Tell me more about this city."

[wellthrownstone]

"It's walled," a source of high annoyance even as he knows it won't cause problems much longer, "but we'll be pulling that wall down. There'll be open fighting to get us into the city, followed by street battles and barricades, more than likely."

He looks to Sharpe.

"Think you can handle it?"

[sonofwhitecity]

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]

He nods to the other man.

"Yes. Yes I do."

He holds out his hand.

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

[sonofwhitecity]

"Boromir of Gondor." He shakes Belgarion's hand heartily and gets straight to business. "What has happened?"

[wellthrownstone]

"My son was taken," he answers, the rage still seething through his voice even if he looks relatively calm. "Our best guess puts the kidnapper within the city we're camped outside."

[grovecj]

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

[wellthrownstone]

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."

[grovecj]

"Be right back." CJ ducks out, into sunny San Fierro... and in only 12 mins with a sword strapped to his back, along with a backpack. He is loaded for battle. "Just tell me who are f*ckers who so sh*it like stealing children."

[wellthrownstone]

"They're a group of cultists, yokels and ignorant religious fanatics who take issue with my choice in wife," he answers, the level of his irritation rising as he speaks. "And the child they took was my son."

[notjustananimal]

Wolf, here, now.

[wellthrownstone]

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."

[notjustananimal]

Wolf almost grins. Almost. "Yes, we do. We definitely do. What's going on?"

[wellthrownstone]

He looks to Wolf.

"Has Jason spoken to you? Or... did you receive my letter?"