loren
Well no one had attacked anyone else yet. The Launceleyn took that as a positive sign. Still, as Jigano rattled off his instructions, the summoner kept a wary eye on the little gathering. At this point, he was willing to follow along with the bard’s orders. Or at least try.
Yeah, see Loren wasn’t a woodcutter or strong enough to haul off a tree. Nor was he a builder or a carpenter: he’d been a farmer, and chopped wood, and done minor repairs, but that was about it. Luckily, he had other skills that could help them in this task. So as he made his way into the woods, he wandered a bit aimlessly until he found a tree that looked a little bigger than the rest. Maybe it was an oak? Whatever. Again, trees were not his specialty.
Not even bothering to try and chop it down himself—his talents lay elsewhere—he summoned an ogre. It was an ugly brute, but very, very strong. It took the axe from him and methodically whacked at the base of the trunk at his command. Before too long, the maybe-oak started to topple; before it could go too far, the ogre caught it, then started dragging it carefully back through the edge of the woods, where he assumed they were reassembling. Loren walked by its side.
Yeah, see Loren wasn’t a woodcutter or strong enough to haul off a tree. Nor was he a builder or a carpenter: he’d been a farmer, and chopped wood, and done minor repairs, but that was about it. Luckily, he had other skills that could help them in this task. So as he made his way into the woods, he wandered a bit aimlessly until he found a tree that looked a little bigger than the rest. Maybe it was an oak? Whatever. Again, trees were not his specialty.
Not even bothering to try and chop it down himself—his talents lay elsewhere—he summoned an ogre. It was an ugly brute, but very, very strong. It took the axe from him and methodically whacked at the base of the trunk at his command. Before too long, the maybe-oak started to topple; before it could go too far, the ogre caught it, then started dragging it carefully back through the edge of the woods, where he assumed they were reassembling. Loren walked by its side.
Never judge a book by its cover.
