"Just go mill about for now, it sounds as if the king is almost done." Goldheart replied. "And make sure to stay out of his way, or they'll kill you without hesitation." He added with a nod toward some of the knights around the gate.

"Well, that does sound rather boring. No interesting topics at all?" Uncle Micht'lain asked. "That you're at liberty to discuss, anyhow."

The path would be dangerous with the wet and often angled rooftops, but the houses were close together enough she could make the jumps to almost anywhere in town.

The shaman was shouting and pointing in a language that was likely only spoken by trolls, with what looked to be a massive crystal staff grasped firmly in his right hand. The red crystal swirled with energy, though if it was related to the fires or the portal was unclear.

Tok nodded "I'll just head to my hut near the beach then." as he started to head there.

"Uhhh, for fun, I believe," Astar said. "And revenue."

Alice knew she had one chance to make this work, and her decisions had to be precise. She had to take her time, and make it count so that when Olivia got here, they could act quickly and efficiently. She studied her surroundings, and noted one building in particular quite close to caving in from fire damage. The burst of flames from that house would be quite the visible entrance. She made her way to the house, watching it for the moment it fell, still invisible.

Olivia stood at a crossroads decision. She knew that closing the portal was absolutely imperative, but if she went deeper into the city she ran the risk of not getting out, and trapped inside with several trolls all more than capable of killing her. With no way to fight with fire, that was...certainly dangerous. If she went to keep the troll approaching the gates away, she'd maybe save some lives, but ultimately may doom the city. She hesitated, but eventually ran forward to the next building, heading for the shaman. Her footing slid some as she landed, but the grip she'd made on her shoes held strong.

Through the gates came five figures of various sizes. First was Attrium, the blue scaled basilisk-spawn recognized as the king of the Empire. He rested against his shoulder with his right hand a massive ornate bearded axe, covered in blood and bits of troll flesh that still bubbled and writhed from where it was hooked. His own armor and even face had splatterings of blood on them, though this did not slow the metallic stomps of his plated feet walking across the grass into town.

To his left was an elf with a blindfold over her eyes, her skin wood-like in nature with her legs seemingly non-existent, replaced by dirt that at the front circulated up into the wood-like elf body, the backside circulating the crumbling of its form back into the ground to leave the trail seemingly untouched by time. She carried nothing, her hands clasped together as she was led by the other one to the left side, a dwarf-sized pig-entity of horrifically rotund proportions that held her wrist and led her forward. The two-legged pig creature's face did not possess eyes or eye sockets in any way, its ears pointing around as if eye-stalks scanning the area. It wore no clothes of any kind save for a loincloth barely visible underneath its unspeakable waist girth that likely threatened to crush its legs at any moment.

To Attrium's right was a massive emerald-scaled dragon, crawling on all fours until it reached the gate and stopping. Its eyes were seemingly gouged out at some point, as signified by how limp and flabby the eye lids were. Its hide was marred by massive, deep looking scars of all kinds. Its jagged beard dug at the earth before it finally came to a stop, resting its head fully before accepting it wasn't going to fit through the gate as it was. Sliding down its body and jumping off to land in front of it was a young human looking girl, almost feral in nature. Being a Caucasian, thin child her long brown hair running down nearly to the ground was almost like a coat for her. She wore a tattered shirt and pants, though they looked as though they were kept as clean as could be despite their wear of time. She would be clearly human, if not for the fact that her eyes were a swirling vortex of colors that occasionally formed eye-like shapes at anything that moved, fading back into the tide as the target stopped.

Goldheart approached, keeping a significant distance before kneeling with one arm over the knee toward Attrium. The other guards stood at attention similar to the knights, at least to the best of their ability.

"And which do you care more about?" Micht'lain asked, curious as to the mindset of his nephew when it came to something "fun" that also made money.

As each made their moves, the orb glowed brighter as another troll entered the city via the portal. This one was well armored, carrying a long spear made entirely of metals as well. This one looked significantly more dangerous than the typical, low-technology trolls otherwise present. Trolls possessing metal-work was also unheard of, as they weren't the brightest or most dexterous folk in the past.

When Tok turned to ask the Guard Captain something, he to bowed his head. HIs lord and Idol was here.

“You...will...DIE!” Alice screeched as she pointed a finger at the armored troll and the shaman’s retreating back. She flew forward, arms outstretched as she continued to yell.

Olivia watched from the edge of the roof, unsure on how to aid and, because she knew it was her sister, slightly bemused. Only less-so because of the situation.

Astar wanted to go rest, as the fog had properly returned at this point, but he nodded. “I’ll join.”

(Internet points to whoever can guess which character here is voiced by danny devito)
"Of course." Goldheart nodded. "I'll show you all there myself, if you'll follow me."

"Very well." Attrium looked back to his crew. "Everyone that is following, follow now." He ordered before following.

The pig man snorted, tugging at the elf-like woman's wrist. "Drinks! Drinks, you want water drink?" He asked her in a high pitched voice.

"Yes, that would be...acceptable. Please lead me there. All these homes look the same to me." She replied in what sounded like an exhausted voice, though she didn't seem especially tired in any way.

"Good! Let us go enjoy a meal as family, then!" Micht'lain laughed before leading the way to the dining hall.

The trolls shouted at each other and argued as they ran, until the shaman stopped and turned. The portal disappeared as the staff glowed brightly, pointed directly at Alice. The soldier troll kept running for a moment before turning to witness whatever the shaman was about to unleash.

Tok lifted up his head then started to make his way towards the area. Then paused...as if nerves began to surround him.

Tok took a deep breath and entered the Free Eagle to meet his king.

Tok was still nervous, he could follow them. He could meet his king in person...

Tok took a deep breath and started to make his way to the Tavern. He'll get to meet his king.

Tok was nearly there, his movements getting slower as he approached. He started to feel his heart in his chest. His hero is here...the King is here...