Random Acts of Nerdom

 We headed off to the west, chasing the horns, and see some hastily made barricades, and a giant rock in the path, wobbling to the side is some drunken human, in Trunau guard regalia.  The other's seem to know him, and move up to begin talking to the guy.  He rambles about setting a stone on fire and pushing it into enemy, and cutting logs, and all I can do is hold my composure at the thought of fire as a weapon... it's unnatural. Fire is for cooking, light, and warmth... do you know how long it takes a burn to heal properly, if it ever does?!  This guy is slurring, talking about how he is going to defend this as a last stand when he can barely stand.  This guy is three shits to the wind or whatever the humans say... but being the brilliant mind that I am, I remember Thid had some potions that not only healed wounds but solved poisons, and alcohol is a poison if there ever was one.  The moron must've thought we were giving him a shot of something stronger, ...

So I backed off from these two orcs to get some space to work some magic, literally... but the she-orc (shorc?) came up and smashed the leshy before I could get a spell off, but the dwarf, alchemist by the look of the vials dangling about his person, mixed up a concoction and patched the plant. Which brings the other orc, after barking something in their guttural tongue, up to attempt to hurt this dwarf, who narrowly dodges the blow.  So maybe they're not mooks, as that sounded like a, "Hey, we got a badass sorcerer and friends" comment.  That distraction was enough though for me to unleash the Dragon's Breath spell, channeling a little extra energy to not freeze my new ally.  Of course, it worked to perfection, causing both of them to enter the cold embrace of the grave already chilled. Then the mooks he must've summoned came around the corner, 5 of them bunched all together so pretty, so a Dragon's Breath for them, three of them fully succumb, one of which s...

 "I'M A DRAGON" Why did I say that?! I'm not a dragon and don't prescribe to an ideaology that just because in my bloodline there's someone who did something with a dragon it makes me one. It's only a genetic quirk and like any recessive gene it just makes appearances in the progeny of those of come after. But in this moment, when this city I happened to be travelling through, just so happens to get attacked by a veritable hoard of orcs, half-orcs, 3/4s orcs, human's of less than favorable moral character, and I think I heard someone scream giant, I got carried away.  Giant's have loot, and typically lead smaller races, so the giant is my target, if I can take down the giant then the people will shower me in praise, adoration, and maybe a small token or two of goodwill.  Nothing to put them out of course, I'm not greedy, but travelling is expensive. So these two mooks(maybe), accost me, I scream out the oddest thing, and luckily there's som...