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The colossus simply nods, reaching down and gripping the bard's forearm and giving his hand a stern shake, a form of handshake he'd not seen except in some warriors. The golem then releases his wrist and collects his weapon. "Something you're going to need to know. I'm a very old golem. I'm prone to berserk when damaged and I can't be healed easily, so don't get close to me if a fight begins. If the fight ends and I'm still standing, keep your distance, I'll eventually calm down." he tells his new comrade, his tone intimidatingly serious.
 
"Huh.. I didn't think Golems could get angry. Learn something new every day.. I'll try to remember all that." the steel of the golem's hand chilled Lenelia right through his clothes.. almost like the sting of winter's bite. 'Good metaphor, write that down,' the Bard thought to himself. He turned around, suspecting his new Golem buddy would follow. Lenelia was going back the way he came, back to the Bathelonian capital, and from there he could probably arrange a transport to Yunakai. In the back of his mind, he wondered if this Golem would freak out civilians and guards.


"I guess I'll tell ya a bit about me, too. I'm magically inclined, as a Bard.. but I can't make people fly, like you're asking. No, no my specialties are with things like.. empowering, enfeebling, illusions, and my favorite.. Talking people to death." he gave a slight laugh.. knowing he wasn't joking. 


Hours passed, and soon, they were almost out of the swamp. As he saw the light in the distance, and the road back to the Bathelonian cities, he turned around, eyeing the golem up and down. 


"Got a name, big guy?"


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(The way he gets upset, I'd guess he's uncertain of his own gender at times. Would make for an interesting dynamic, huh? A Transgender Bard?)


"Dreadnought. I've been called "Dreadnought The Ancient", as well. My friends call me Dread." he answers, walking with his executioner's axe in his grasp, his right hand holding near the blade, almost like it were a sword with an extremely long handle. "And that's some impressive magical ability. Hopefully it does some good in a fight. So what's your name?"


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Moments after the two would go upstairs two people would enter the inn. One, a bear of a man with long chestnut hair, wearing a suit of knights armor, whilst the other was an alluringly fair maiden in tight leather armor, with scales of bronze sewn into it. Both strangers were armed, the man with a sword and shield, the girl with a bow and a short spear slung over her shoulder. The knight would stay by the door as the maiden would proceed forward to the inkeeper. "Good day, sir. My father and I would like to rent a room from you, prefferably one with two beds. Will that be alright?" The maiden asked, her voice like honeyed silk. When she spoke, the knight would stride foreward, and stand next to her. Were the inkeeper to look the man in the eyes, he would realize that the knight was completly blind, and there is only one knight who is blind but still able to do battle. A knight by the name of Sir Edward Blake.


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"Lenelia. Lenelia Vaterian. Don't really.. have any fancy titles quite yet. I just play music in the street and send thugs crying with my venomous words." he brushed a hand behind his hair, taking in a deep breath and exhaling a sigh.. this would be an interesting journey, for sure.


As the two of them exited the swamp, Lenelia followed the beaten dirt path back to the Bathelonian city from which he had came. Strange, how his priorities had changed so. He had entered that swamp looking for a Druid village, and instead he made a friend. As Lenelia considered the appearance of Dreadnought.. he at least hoped he was a friend. 


After about half an hour with no incidents, they arrived at the city. Lenelia didn't plan to stay, though. He needed to arrange transportation to Yunakai! To his convenience, he knew where a horse-pulled coach station was.. it was just a matter of getting there without having Dread causing a scene. 


"Needless to say, Dread.. at first glance, what with your blackened body and red eye, you're a scary looking fellow.. but from what I've experienced, you seem fairly civil. I am curious to see how you'll convince those spell flingers over in Yunakai to help you get back to the floating Alethea." 


As the commoners gazed in Dread's direction.. they all stared. Some were considering turning tail and running away, but.. he wasn't rampaging, wasn't destroying or killing. It lead them to stare in mesmerized amazement.


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~The Next Day~


Natha would awake early, placing a hand on his head, before sighing. Though he may have been immobile and quiet that night, his sleep was anything BUT restful. Nightmares plagued his mind, visions of the past and of his sins, and the demon blood in his veins....it called to him, it pulled at him. Every day, he felt the primal part of him pulling at his sanity. IT was nearly maddening. Opting to use his time awake as progressively as possible, he would wash up and head into town, selling his hunting goods and restocking his supplies. He would ask gather materials for his own forging, so he could make repairs on the road.


He could understand why Maeve liked this village. It was very....disconnected with the rest of the world.


He would walk towards the male, Garen. "Excuse me, sir...I wanted to say thank you. You've shown me great kindness and generosity when I have done nothing to deserve it....I want you to have this, I hope it can express my gratitude." He said, before holding out his hand. In his hand were a pair of jeweled earrings. The Sapphires were flawless, and the earrings were made from pure gold. It looked like a master had crafted them. Detailed on the gold were flowing flower designs. "I forged these with my own hands, the designs were my work, and they should fetch you more than a fair price or be a lovely gift....May the winds be fair, and the waters be calm for you and yours. Thank you again. "He said, bowing his head, before sitting down, waiting for Maeve to join him. His mind would then drift towards Alethea, and his face would get a far off look, as if he wasn't really there.


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"Well, Leny, I'll be honest. It's either they do that, or they learn why I've lived so long. My wife and I seeded that forest. We grew it and nurtured it like it were a child because we couldn't have children of our own. I'll be damned if I'm going to let a bunch of demons move in and poison my child." he replies, his tone easily expressing his displeasure. He didn't reach for his weapon, but his motions were far from relaxed; his hand clenching into a fist and his body adopting a tense stance. His red eye then looks back to his smaller comrade and he sighs. "I'm not a violent person, even if that's my purpose. I don't enjoy fighting, but I'm unnaturally good at it. I'm thankful for my Berserking. It means I don't have to remember the fights... Just the aftermath."
 
"A wife, eh?" It took every ounce of willpower Lenelia had to not freak out about how this towering behemoth of steel.. could marry. It raised so many questions.. questions he'd save for later. "I'm glad for ya. Me personally.. I'm still young, for my kind. Not quite ready to settle down." He knew, as a halfbreed between Human and Elf, he had lived maybe a tenth of his life at this point. A longer life than a Human's, but shorter than an Elf's.. stuck between two worlds. How poetic, he thought it.


As they reached the coach station, Lenelia readied a gold coin, as the ride came into view. Pulled by four horses, it seemed like. The mustachio'd driver came into view, his mustache drooping in shock at the sight of the Warforged. Lenelia quickly caught his attention, though, sticking the gold coin into his hands, looking him in the eye.


"Friend and I need a ride to Yunakai. Can you manage that?"


"Yunakai..?" the driver pondered this question briefly, before shaking his head.


"The whole nation's at war with itself, right now! Why in blazes would you wanna head down there!?"


Quickly, the half elf came up with a lie.


"Got family down there that I need to shelter from that civil war. Why do you think I've brought Big Steel with me?" he paused, gesturing to Dread. "He's so tough you could blast him with a cannon, point blank, and the cannonball would just bounce off."


The driver looked over Dread.. his height, his axe, and his steel shell.. to him, it seemed to check out.


"As long as he ain't too heavy for the horses, I guess.." nervously, he pocketed the gold and complied, seating himself and motioning for the two of them to board. There was no roof to the coach's passenger area, so Dread's height wouldn't be an issue. He eagerly climbed aboard, setting his lute into his lap as he seated himself.


"Coming? Time's a wastin' those Casters might kill each other at any moment!" his tone was more.. eccentric, than it was demanding.
 
"Can your horses pull your carriage and an additional 1200 pounds?" was Dreadnought's simple response as he gets ready to climb up onto the carriage.


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"The carriage is designed to carry 20 people.. the uh, average weight of which is say.. 160 pounds each? The horses would have a hard time dragging 1200 pounds around, but with wheels? Near effortless, I say!" the coachman proclaimed. His mustache perked up as he gave a crack of the whip, and the horses began to move. The carriage creaked and stalled at first, but when the team of four horses gave it effort, it began to move forward. At this, Lenelia sighed with satisfaction, leaning back in his seat. A smirk lay across his face. Mission accomplished, he thought.


"So uh.. that axe of yours.." it may have been his imagination, but he could have sworn the axe had.. screaming faces upon it, or something of the sort. "I take it that you've had that for a while? What could you tell me about it?" alongside his Lute, Lenelia had an ink quill and paper, of which he had already started writing on. A closer inspection would reveal it was just the Bard's observations of things he had met today: a Geltinous Cube, a few gators, Dreadnought, and the coachman.


((And to answer your question from earlier, I wouldn't know about a transgender Lenelia. His insecurity about being called a woman stems from stereotypes he picked up on; like how women are supposedly, weak, frail and subservient to men and their whims. To him it's a biting insult not only to himself but the strong, independent women he sings of. At the same time, Id imagine he could flawlessly dress in drag and pass for a woman.))
 
(That's not a Transgender, man. A Transgender is when someone identifies psychologically as a different sex than what they're born with.)
Dreadnought watches the bard pull out the quill and parchment and releases a simple grumble before beginning to explain about his weapon. "It's a cursed weapon called The Berserker's Axe. It's not unique, but it's quite rare. I'm an unstable golem. Old technology and unfinished magic. Because of this, I can occasionally go into a "Golem Berserk". During which, I lose all reason and attack anything that moves. But I hit harder and with more accuracy. But everything's just a red blur until the berserk ends. This axe allows me to willingly tap into that berserk and direct it. I still can't control it, but it lets me more easily hold it back until I need it." he replies, placing the poleaxe against his shoulder as he sits on the floor of the buggy in order to get some much-needed space. His position puts him at eye-level with Lenelia, the intensity of his singular red eye gleaming brilliantly, illuminating the surrounding metal structures of his armored face. With the close distance between them, Lenelia can make out a deep cut going down the entire left side of Dreadnought's face, over his eye where the eyepatch now resides.
 
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Lanister would look towards the guards again, before squinting his eyes. "Those aren't regular mercenaries....Those are Virtue Mercenaries, the illegal mage mercenary company. They originally come from home, the Rose Kingdom. What would they be....ah, that would explain some things... THAT is going to be a problem. " Lanister said, before standing. "Troy had close connections to the Virtue Mercenaries. They're probably with Yaro's people out of retribution towards the Royalists....Most likely he promised them payback in return for services. They are going to be difficult to convince." He said, knowing full well that they likely wouldn't have a friendly attitude towards anyone coming in. Hunted by the Rose Kingdom, and a vendetta against the Royalist Yunakai, they'd be very untrusting of others..


Opting to travel with everyone else, Lanister would re-approach the group, before speaking to everyone. "There are Virtue Mercenaries ahead. I know everyone is probably stressed, being this deep in unknown territory, but I ask that you do NOT provoke anyone. Yaro has his lands locked up tighter than a misers purse, and if we're going to get through, we'll need to do it with caution, which means NO broom stick riding Cecile. We haven't seen any other Wilting Rose Renegades yet, but it's not unlikely that we will start seeing them. Just.....everyone, please stay safe." Lanister said, before turning towards Aizen and Yoren. "Master. Aizen, I shall follow you, and watch your backs."


Yaro would think. "Knowing Troy, that book will likely be indestructible, and it would reside back in the Rose Kingdom.....Now that I think about it, we should have someone head there, and retrieve the book and Muramasa, Troy's blade. Should've grabbed that when I murdered that bitch Kuvira...."He said, as he would then hear someone walk up.


It was Chalondra. "Forgive me for interrupting your meal, but did I hear you say this....Troy, had a blade called Muramasa?" She asked.


Yaro would look over. "What is it to you?"


"Please, you must tell me where she is! Lady Muramasa has been missing for so long. "Chalondra said, almost desperately. She was acting the part perfectly because she actually WAS desperate to find Muramasa.


Yaro would raise an eyebrow towards Prudence. "Lady Muramasa....You know anything about this, Prudence?"
 
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Lenelia took some brief notes on what Fread was saying. He found it odd, how he knew exactly how it functioned. Then again.. This golem has had centuries to figure it out. It made more sense, given the time gap.


"Right then," Lenelia commented, scooting his legs up and out of Dread's way. "All I need now is to see you in action and I think I got the material for a new melody." he fiddled with his lute, plucking a few strings.. nodding to himself as it seemed to be in working order.


"Coachman.. how long is it from here to Yunakai?"


"At our pace? I'd say maybe three and a half hours to get to the capitol."


"If it's all the same to you, our destination isn't the Capitol. We need to head South."


"May I ask why?"


"Because that's where my family is."


Nodding to himself, the coachman gave another crack of the whip, spurring the team of horses to move faster. Now they moved at a trot. The buggy started hitting a few more bumpy segments, but otherwise, it seemed quite leisurely. Lenelia kept his eyes on the surroundings.. wary of how bad people and hungry beasts would attack transports like these. Since their destination was different, there was no telling how long it would take.


(But for plot urgency's sake I will make it shorter than 3.5 hours.)


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"Are you certain that's what they are..?" Aizen questioned Lanister, trying to eye the posture and gaze of the guards.. indeed, they looked militaristic in nature, but their expression, their eyes, bright and energetic, it didn't seem like an experienced mercenary's eyes. With a shrug, Aizen simply went with it.. figuring it was better to overestimate a foe than to underestimate. If Yoren had a plan, though.. Aizen would follow it. He wasn't particularly skilled at being a leader.


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Klaus looked to Mizuki, and rather than wait for an answer, he snapped his fingers, recalling something he had in the basement.


"Before our big venture, I think I have someone locked in the basement. Wanna go and pick at his innards?" he asked her, rising to his feet and setting Ms. Kinder in the seat he rose from.


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Dreadnought sits in relative silence as the journey stretches on, his poise relaxed and his dark armor slightly shimmering in the afternoon light, the knicks and scratches visible even in the twilight hours. "For the record, I can't see in the dark, Elf. I hope your nightvision is good enough to keep us from getting ambushed when the sun goes down. If the day hasn't changed since I remember, it should be nearing dusk when we're an hour out from the destination." he comments, his red eye darkening until completely blackened, as though closed. 
 
Maeve woke up long after Natha had left, feeling rather re-energized considering she'd been constantly on the move ever since her battle with Yaro. Hopping out of bed, Maeve washed up and mended her clothes as best she could before heading downstairs, where she found Natha holding out some rather expensive looking earrings to Garen, who was thanking the man profusely and going on about how his wife would love them. Curious, Maeve watched for a moment, before leaving the inn. She planned to visit the small town's smith in hopes he could offer her a better weapon, one to replace the side-sword she'd long since lost. She looked up at the cloudy sky; it seemed like it would rain soon, since this place was often too warm for snow. 

A few hours of observing and haggling later, Maeve returned to the inn with a short sword hanging from her side. It was a simple weapon, but one that would serve her well. Natha was sitting at one of the tables now, and Maeve took the seat across from him. "Any plans you have, or should we eat and head off towards the capitol city?" she asked. 


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Natha would jump as he was brought back to reality, before looking towards Maeve. As he began thinking of what other preparations he could make, as he had done his shopping already, his eyes would turn towards her blade. While it was a rather....Oh, he couldn't even pretend, the thing was as basic as basic could get. Simple steel and leather, and the thing was probably not sharpened properly. Did none of the humans believe in quality work anymore? Then again, given that Natha was a Master Smith, His terms of quality were fairly high. Even still, he would speak up.


"My purchases have been made, and I've gathered some useful intel.....But, if it is all the same to you, I would like to work on your....weapon." He said, pointing towards the sword. "No disrespect, I am sure the smith who made it was very fine, but I believe I can work it to suit your needs more, plus give you an extra hand when we fight the demons." Natha said, obviously trying to help Maeve as much as he could, considering how her last fight with the Demons went.
 
South Yunakai--



Oromis was preparing to show Cecile his technique again when Sir Lanister rose to the front of the group and started to speak, commanding the attention of all who were present. She glanced to Oromis with raised eyebrows and a playful, accusational stare when Lanister mentioned the importance of keeping out of trouble throughout their journey. She figured this was intended for Oromis with his explosive personality. 


She then blushed when Lanister's next concern at hand became over her. "No broomstick riding?" She whined, "can we use any magic?" She glanced to oromis again, disappointed if they wouldn't be able to practice, but understanding the importance of remaining undiscovered in enemy land. She made no further complaints about it; perhaps they would still get an opportunity. 


It was then the group began to move forward, at last stepping onto the main road. There was a main road that stretched through the center of the Yunakai to its southern tip, and this was the road they woud take for the majority of the trip. It was paved in large, flat stones and along the sides of the road were banks of sand and palm trees. They would pass numerous cities on this road, but still much of it was long, empty stretches of lonely land. 


The princess tried to remain quiet during the first hour of their journey, but she didn't fancy travelling in silence as the other men there seemed to. Lance, Aizen, Lanister, Oromis, Yoren, Edwin... they were all being so quiet. 


Cecile peered ahead at a rickety old bridge extending over a swampy marshland. They would have to cross it, she realized, doubting the swaying bridge could possibly be safe. Knowing Oromis wouldn't care for her worries, Cecile hurried closer to Lance, grabbing his arm as she leaned in and whispered to him, "I don't think its safe". 


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A pair of servants returned to the dining room, each carrying a large platter of food. There was bread and a variety of fruits arranged alongside several pastries. Prudence began nibbling at a pastry. She was pleased to find it stuffed with a cherry filling. 


"The Rose Kingdom...", muttered Prudence when Yaro brought the kkingdom up as the likely resting place of Troy's book. 


It was then Chalondra entered, causing the young mother to jump slightly In surprise from her chair. Howevr, she relaxed upon seeing that it was chalondra. She turned her attention back to Yaro as he continued to speak. She felt a sick feeling come over her as she was reminded of Muramasa. Yes... the powerful demon blad of Troy. She hadn't thought of it in all this time, and suddenly realized she had no idea where it could be. Could it really have been left in the RK for all this time? She reflected on the bufoon Thornton and how he likely had no idea of its importance. 


"I know that if its in the Rose Kingdom, we must retrieve it before it falls into the wrong hands". Indeed. perhaps it would soom be time to pay their Rose neighbors a visit. 


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Maeve rose her eyebrows, curious, but shrugged and drew the basic blade, twirling it to hold the hilt towards Natha so he could take it. "Sure, why not. Have a blast with it; a little extra punch couldn't hurt. Just don't ruin the balance, it fits well for me. Not the best sword I've ever had, but it works," she said. "I'm going to wander while you do that, but I'm sure you'll find me," she added, and before Natha could reply Maeve was out the door, wandering the wooden bridges of the small town aimlessly. She chatted with some of the locals, but was caught off guard when the peaceful atmosphere was broken with angry shouting. A small child, clutching a valuable trinket, was racing towards Maeve, running from a furious shopkeeper.

"Outta da way, miss!" the girl yelled with her strange accent. Frowning, the assassin caught the child by her torn coat, stopping her. "Please, miss, I gotta feed mah fam'ly," the girl pleaded, looking back with scared eyes at the shopkeeper, who had slowed. 

"Thank you, ma'am. If I could please have my trinket back," he demanded, hand held out expectantly. Maeve paused for a moment, thinking. 

"Maybe this kid could work for you, as repayment for stealing your necklace, and you would help her by feeding her family," Maeve suggested, and the man growled. 

"Can't trust no thief," he protested gruffly.

"I promise you I won't take nothin' anymore!"

"Fine.. The war's hit us all hard, I suppose." Despite being isolated, Reef-shallows had been heavily taxed to support defense against the Southern Rebellion. Satisfied, Maeve turned and left in the same manner she'd left the inn, seeming to just disappear. Her previous skills as Kuvira's 'advisor' had been a great help, and so she supposed that was one reason to thank the dead queen.

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Lance nodded in agreement with Lanister, barely concealing an amused grin at Cecile's 'plight.' He was content to spend the journey mulling over what might happen if the group made a wrong move, and what might happen if they passed undetected through South Yunakai. Could they actually end the Rebellion with a few strategic strikes before it began? He hadn't realized just how quiet the group had been until the reached a treacherous looking landscape where it seemed the ground would sooner sink into water than be stepped on, with a worn and possibly useless bridge swinging lightly in the wind over the swamp. Lance looked down at Cecile as she clung to his arm.

"We'll just have to find out how much it can hold, by sending the lightest of us first and going from there. Better some get across than none. Lucky for you, princess, Aizen has enough height difference to maybe be lighter than you.. Lanister, what do you think?" Lance made a point of not asking Edwin, knowing the Emerald Knight would probably throw a fit about putting Cecile in 'danger.' The Bathelonian king would rather she learn from mistakes or injuries and overcome her fears than cower all her life, even if it made him feel a little bad.


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"I've got it covered, friend. If I see trouble headed our way I'll let you know." Lenelia stared skeptically at Dreadnought, though briefly. Could he seriously not see in the dark with that glowing eye? To the Bard it seemed like a major flaw in design. Every three seconds, Lenelia would crane his neck around, scanning for anything hostile approaching. In the darkness, all appeared as various shades of grey. Out in the distance, he spotted game; deer, oxen and the like. He then turned around to view what was behind him. He saw a quadruped atop a hill. It wasn't moving.. it seemed to be staring at them. Lenelia couldn't tell right away what it was, but it had a burly, thick, and had a tail.. it put the Halfblood at unease, setting down his lute and he began to cradle his crossbow, instead. 


"I uh... something's watching us from atop that hill." he mentioned to Dread, pointing to the hill in question. As he did so, more figures appeared beside the four legged beast. These were humanoid, some short, some normal sized.. all of them were watching their carriage. 


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"Are you calling her fat?" Aizen abruptly asked Lance, as he suggested Aizen could be lighter than that thin princess. "With all due respect, your highness.. all this gear I'm carrying? Blades, light armor, rope and tools.. probably makes me heavier than her. Not to mention I am broader and more stout.. If I dropped all of it, then maybe.. I'd weigh less." although it was just Aizen's logical analysis, as he mulled over his words it seemed kinda like he was trying to humiliate a king; which wasn't his intent at all. Rather than try to apologize, he simply shrugged, and curiously eyed the bridge be would have to surely cross first. He placed his first foot down on the first plank, giving it a little weight.
 
"Driver, we seem to have company. On your guard." Dreadnought states, turning and tapping the coachman's shoulder to get his attention. Dreadnought's hold on his weapon tightened in preparation of what was to come. If a fight broke out, he was going to use every ounce of his willpower to direct himself head-long into the enemy so he could attack them, instead of his allies if he lost control.
 
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The coachman nodded, and got the horse team to maintain their steady pace. Lenelia turned around, a bolt already notched and loaded onto the crossbow. His expression turned grim as he saw one of the shorter figures point at them, then all of them, even the quadruped, began to rush down the hill, the sounds of loose plates and clanking weapons grew on his ears.


As they got close enough, Lenelia could tell what these were, now. The short ones were Goblins, the taller ones were Bugbears, and that four legged beast was an Owlbear. Four goblins, two bugbears, and the single Owlbear. Without hesitation, Lenelia loosed a crossbow bolt, setting it down and readying his Lute as he watched the Goblin be pierced, and fall dead. The rest did not halt their advance as their comrade fell dead. 


"Get ready, Dread!" the bard called back, knowing he'd Inspire the golem the moment he rushed into the fray. 
 
(Owlbears are savage monsters, not goblinoids. You can't even train them.)


Dreadnought merely releases a furious shout as he rises to his full height, leaping from the coach and bringing his immense poleaxe down on the Owlbear as he lands atop of it, stopping its run with his sheer weight. He then tumbles and rolls with it, coming to stop on his knees in the middle of the beaten path, now in the middle of the enemy ranks.
 
(Read through the Owlbear's entry in the Monster Manual. It takes a very long time to do, but an Owlbear can be somewhat tamed; Goblin tribes and Hobgoblins are capable of turning them into mounts or shock troopers, for example.)


The owlbear prepared a screech, only to get caught in its throat as the Warforged stopped it, feeling a biting pain in its back. Despite that, it wasn't quite dead yet. Its brown feathers began to be stained red, as it tried to rise to its feet, growling deeply.


The bugbears halted their advance, deciding they, as the bigger goblinoids, would rip into the Golem. The two of them attacked from the side and from the flank, swinging their morningstars in an attempt to kneecap him.


The goblins, however, continued advancing towards the carriage. Knowing time was of the essence, Lenelia strummed a single chord of the Lute, watching as his Bardic essence flew to Dreadnought, filling him with Bardic Inspiration. Next, he drew his Rapier and shield, and flew from his seat, plunging his Rapier into the nearest Goblin skull, and pulling it out all in one swift motion. Now there were but two Goblins...
 
The swings for Dreadnought's legs strike home, knocking him to his knees. He catches himself with the handle of his axe, using it to stay upright. His visible eye glowed a deeper red now and the eyepatch over his covered left eye flickered a similar red, only far fainter through the dark fabric. "Shouldn't have done that..." he says in a deep growl, effortlessly rising to his feet. He then brings his weapon down upon the Owlbear's skull, slaying it instantly as the blade rips into it like it were a piece of ripened melon. He then spins on his heels, swinging at neck height of the hobgoblins with his large poleaxe.
 
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