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The Conqueror Cometh: He Speaks
Date of Scene: 13 August 2020
Location: Shawarma Palace - Manhattan
Synopsis: Conan briefs mighty heroes on the foe they face! Shawarma is enjoyed by all.
Cast of Characters: Conan the Cimmerian, Wolverine, Pixie, Iron Man, Phantasm (Drago), Spider-Woman (Drew), Spider-Man
Tinyplot: The Conqueror Cometh


Conan the Cimmerian has posed:
The Shawarma Palace is not particularly busy tonight. That has a lot to do with the sign on the front door that says: 'Closed for Private Function'. Below that on a sheet of paper is a hastily scrawled 'Mighty Heroes Welcome'. Inside, the restaurant staff is hard at work preparing food for... well, the owner of the restaurant was given a couple of ounces of gold. That goes a long way.

Seated on a chair that overlooks the majority of the establishment, Conan waits for guests to arrive. He's dressed immaculately in a tailored three piece charcoal suit that looks more at home on a corporate raider than an actual, honest to god, barbarian raider. Still, he kind of pulls it off.

Currently, he's talking to one of the Shawarma Palace's employees, "After pursuing her into the icy wastes I was set upon by her brothers, sons of Ymir! The mighty giants fought well! They were massive creatures and experienced murderers, but they were no match for me even though I was exhausted from battle. After slaying them I let her go, however, and returned to be on my own."

Wolverine has posed:
Nearby, in the back near the kitchen, there was only a flickering of fire and smoke revealing the presence of someone...or something, within the obsidian embrace of the darkness. The light nearby flickers, as though about to go out, and then flickers back to life. With a sniff, you can tell that it is the smell of a very fine cigar...cuban perhaps.

The shadow was wearing mostly black and dark brown clothing. Overcoat. Boots. Cowboy hat, yes, a Canadian Stetson not unlike what a Mountie would wear. A patch was located on his left eye, obscuring the colour of that eye. Looking at his right eye, however, and you can readily ascertain the colour. That one eye looks at the scene and with a sniff, and then, the short, stocky man frowns.

Reaching up, Patch, aka Logan, aka Wolverine grabs his cigar, removes it from his pale, red lips, and exhales. He doesn't say a word. He just looks at Conan, as though, knowing he was a fellow out of time...like himself.

Pixie has posed:
Oooh Shawrma! She's never been before but it looked good so here she is, and not really aware of any sort of big important meeting going on. Megan is clearly here for the food alone. "Oooh, this place is cool.." she murmurs as she looks around, inhaling all the sights and smells..

Iron Man has posed:
"Fine fine fine... no really, it's not a big deal. I just assumed that a place that calls itself a 'restaurant' would at LEAST have 18 year old Macallan. At LEAST! But it's cool... I'll just have a... what were those drink sizes again?"

Standing near the counter, an oversized hunk of red and gold metal seems to be attempting to get top shelf booze off of the poor cashier. Eagle-eyed afficionados will no doubt recognize the hunk of red and gold metal as IRON MAN (Circa like... 2018). The Classic Armor that he's taken to wearing the past week or so seems to still be working just fine, despite having a clunky gray battery pack stuffed into the spot where he usually would keep an Arc Reactor.

The poor cashier just stares blankly at Iron Man for a moment, before answering meekly.

"Uh... we have Big, Extra Big, and You Can't Handle It."

For a moment, the hunk of metal is silent. Then, his electronically-filtered voice sighs softly and he replies.

"Okay, I'll have an Extra Big Soder-Cola. Please and thank you."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
There was no invite extended to the Phantasm. There was no 'Oh hey come on over.' Oh no. Nick found out about this gathering the simple way. The studio he spends time at is in the same area of town and The Shawarma Palace has a window. Plus, Conan's not hard to pick out.

Well, it just so happens after the last encounter. Nick's been digging through Strange's library. Not only is he a bit unhappy with the lack of Strange to talk to, but amount of information on their time traveling barbarian's enemy, while present, is a bit to be desired.

The raven quietly drops into the room, perching upon a door frame in the back as he looks quietly to the group, lifting a wing to wave it to Megan as he sees her.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Granted, it isn't going to be beef jerky and Pop Rocks, but it's been a long time since Jess has had Shawarma, and she's actually looking forward to it. She's watching Tony negotiate a very non-vintage, very ginormous soda with the cashier, and she snickers lightly behind him, crossing her arms across her chest and shaking her head. "That's why you bring the good stuff in a flask, Boss. You got room for a flask in that thing?" Her nose crinkles as she grins and nudges the clanky billionaire.

"Oh...I'll have the 'You Can't Handle It'...because it sounds like a challenge to me." She winks, and steps aside. She's dressed in jeans and a black tank top beneath an espresso leather blazer and matching boots. She tosses her dark hair back over her shoulder and peeks over where a few others are visible.

Conan the Cimmerian has posed:
Eventually the employee Conan is talking to manages to extricate himself from the situation and return to working. This leaves the Hyborian era warrior with the ability to focus on his actual guests. Rising from his seat he says with volume and clarity, "Welcome! I am glad to see warriors such as yourselves have chosen to gather to learn of the quest we must undertake to slay the wizard Riath Thalm."

He begins to pace, "We will eat as we speak, for I am as generous as my money allows me to be. Eat your fill and drink the..." Looking around he tries to figure out what there is to drink, eyes settling on Iron Man as orders, "Fizz drink." Heading for the counter, he points, "I would like many slices of each meat, the flat bread, the vegetables and..." He inhales deeply through his nostrils, "That sauce." Finally, he completes the food portion of his order, "And feed the bird over there some meat, as well. He is a worthy ally."

"Smoke, join us and eat," Conan tells the guy in the cowboy hat. "We must be strong for the ordeals we will face!"

He's asked for his drink size, "I will also take the challenge of the 'You Can't Handle It!'

Wolverine has posed:
Patch returns the cigar he was puffing on, back to his lips, and ignores the glare from the Shwarma employee that tries to ask Patch to put the cigar out...and then saw the glare from the little man and thought better of it. Leaning against the wall, Patch accepts the beef sandwich from the little man and "crunch!" takes a large bite. Munch. Munch. Munch.

Looking at Stark as he enters, Patch frowns. Of all the people...one of the few who could recognize him from the hat alone. Looking away, Patch next spots Megan...and realises the Pixie could also spoil his cover. So far...0 for 2. Pulling his hat over his face, his eye next lands on the newest arrival...

...and it was strange. No scent. No "feeling" of the man...no heartbeat...and did he just...appear? Random. Shaking his head, Patch exhales with a big puff of cigar smoke, and ignores the glare once again.

Jessica. Another person who could probably id him. Darn super heroes...listening to Conan, Patch takes another bite, and remains quiet as Conan calls him out. "Smoke" is as good a name as any. Tipping his hat and holding up his sammich, Patch smiles, and lets the Barbarian know...he was in...

Iron Man has posed:
When Iron Man's cup of carbonated sugar water arrives, he looks somewhat disappointed. Or rather, he looks as if he looks disappointed, but it's impossible to tell when he's inside the old 'Bullethead' style armor.

But his shoulders slump a bit. That's probably a good clue to his emotional state.

Collecting his cup, and managing not to squish it in the Old School Armor's much clunkier gauntlets, Iron Man nudges the incognito Spider-Woman back, apparently over his disappointment already.

"Of course, Jess. You know Iron Man don't go nowhere without his Trusty Sidekick!"

Surely he means, J.A.R.V.I.S., right? Or maybe Rhodey?

Could be Pepper. Or... Happy's probably a stretch, but maybe?

Wrong!

Removing the very heavy, very solid old helmet with his free hand, Tony sets it down on one of the tables nearest the Center of the Action. Flipping it over, he presses a button, and a metal tube suddenly sticks up from inside the helmet, near the mouth piece. Not exactly a 'flask' so much as just his whole helmet has a drink reservoir in it. One that was apparently full of booze.

"Pretty sure this scotch has been in here for a decade, but... hey, feel like rolling the dice with me?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
It is a rather sizable gathering. The bird cocks his head to the side, giving an amused smile, which does not fit with what ravens are known to do. "Unfortunately I cannot eat or drink while I am like this. But, I am curious. What I found in the library raised more questions than it answered." He looks to Conan, "But you, I'm impressed."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn peers around and doesn't know much about this whole evil sorcerer ember thingy, but being a part time member of the magical community, it does affect her. She glances at Logan, noticing her fellow Xman first and nods and smiles at him before grinning and waving at the raven. She of course recognizes Tony and smiles and waves to him next before moving to join Conan at his table. "Um..Hi! So you're this mighty warrior guy I've heard so much about? What's this about an evil sorcerer then?"

Conan the Cimmerian has posed:
After taking a sip from his mighty soft drink, Conan looks over the assembled warriors and nods his head seriously, "It is good we are all here." He heads towards his table and plops down in the seat, "I will tell you what I know of the Sorcerer Supreme! Thalm is an ancient being, even in my time. He is unkillable through normal means, according to the wise men of my age. Blades can slice him, I have personally split his skull, but he regenerates instantly. He is rumored to have many defenses against magic. The way to kill him is with a combination of magic and weapon, we need to find artifacts from ancient times that predate his last deal with the evil god he serves and use them to forge something to end his life."

Conan is quite serious, "Should we fail in our mission Thalm will bring Raze, the unearthly god he worships, to our world to rain down destruction." He looks at Tony, "Sky Man, that beast he summoned is nothing compared to Raze." Then his gaze travels to the talking bird, "I do not deny that I am impressive. There are tales sung of me in my day."

Next, he looks at Pixie, "I am Conan of Cimmeria. I am indeed a mighty warrior. I have come to your time to slay the wizard Riath Thalm before he summons a god to break the world."

Wolverine has posed:
Patch remains in the back, watching Stark for a few moments, then going back to chewing on his shwarma beef sandwich. With extra beets...those purple pickle things that were tasty...anyway, in between bites and after he puts his cigar out...somehow...

Patch looks at the bird first, blinks, and then turns back to the middle eastern kid. "Too bad you don't have beer here, kid..." That to the "waiter" that had handed him his sandwich. "This would go great with a Keith's."

Looking over at Pixie, Logan allows himself a semblance of a smile, a quick nod, and a motion to his lips with a finger, almost a "shhhh" - keep a secret. Evil sorcerer...another one...looking at Conan as he speaks...and a Sorcerer Supreme? Good times.

"Well, Conan, if you need warriors, I am here. As for weapons...I can handle that part...magic, not so much."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Want me to blow on the dice?" Jess asks Tony with only a hint of snark. She glances around at the others and leans aside to him. "I'll take a little of your brain juice."

Jess straightens up a little to address the others. "And I'm here to offer my webs to assist in the vanquishing of this...Thalm gent. If, of course, we are sure he needs vanquishin'."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"So extremely ancient weaponry?" Phantasm asks, folding his wings as his talons have him perfectly balanced-ish on the door frame. "Any particular ones or just 12,000 years old or more?" He idly wonders if Duncan would even have something of that nature, or perhaps he knows of some museum that has the 'real deal' somewhere. He doesn't dare mess with anything in the Sanctum without at least Wong's guid-. Morgana maybe?

The beak twists into a frown as he considers the possibiities.

Iron Man has posed:
"Heh. Let's behave, Jess. The world might be ending again."

Does it really count as an admonishment to behave like a professional if the guy who's giving said admonishment is busy pouring Helmet Scotch into his co-worker's Shawarma Palace soft drink?

Probably not. Good thing the Avengers don't have an HR rep.

They could really use a good attorney, though.

"Of course, if the world ends sooner than we planned, I'll take you up on the offer."

Smiling a bit sinisterly beneath his immaculately-trimmed mustache, Tony proceeds to add a little bit of somethin' somethin' to his own cup, stirring it around with the straw and then setting the helmet back down on the table with a loud 'THUD!'

"Ancient weapons. Magic stuff... yeah, I'm following."

Something seems to dawn on Tony all of a sudden, and his eyes go wide with surprise.

"Hold on a sec! I just now realized, this is that SAME GUY that I was telling you about. Oh man, I didn't recognize you without the groin flap. Lookin' good, Conzy."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn blinks slowly at Conan, shivering g a bit at the thought. "But...But I thought Doctor Strange was the sorcerer Supreme, only..no one seems to know where he is at the moment.." she pouts a bit, "But if he's all magical and stuff, ai wonder how mu soul dagger would affect him?" she smirks.

To Conan though, Megan nods, guessing as much, "Hiii, you can all me Megan..Or Pixie! Nice to meet you Mr. Conan.l.So how do we find this scary evil sorcerer guy?" a curious brow is arched at Logan and the apparent secrecy though she does nothing more to betray him.

Of course she's starving so by this time she's ordered a ginger ale and a chicken shawarma with all the toppings. Cuz why not?

Conan the Cimmerian has posed:
"Excellent, Smoke," Conan says to his new acquaintance. "We shall put your weapons to the test before this is over."

The well dressed barbarian begins plowing into his food, just demolishing it. He'll come up for air when the bird asks him questions, "Magical artifacts. I do not know where they are, but I have spent some time studying a map of this time and have determined that we are somewhere across the Western Ocean from the lands that I wandered. With more detailed maps I may be able to identify cities that were ancient even in my time."

Tony gets his attention again and the Cimmerian studies him for a moment before nodding his head, "Yes. I am quite striking. The Emperor of LexCorp provided me with this clothing after the watchmen of New York and Metropolis continued to bother me about not wearing a shirt." He adds then, "I have traveled in the belly of the massive metal serpent and ridden in the tower transportation boxes. The science of this time is indeed impressive."

Wolverine has posed:
Puff. Cigar. Shwarma. Crunch. Tasty. Puff. Looking at Conan. Nodding to Stark. Looking at Megan. Leaning against the wall, and looking quiet, strong, and togther. Like an 80s movie.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica looks nonplussed, from Tony to Conan and back. "You...didn't know?"

She looks back to the others, and takes her veritable tub of soda, circling the room to observe those who have arrived, or who were already in attendance. She's more interested in observing than mingling, now. She watches "Smoke" narrowly, respecting his facade, but furrowing her brow as she moves past him.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The raven turns his head looking over to Tony, his head tilting curiously before looking back to Conan. "Ok so magical 12,000 plus year old artifacts. No idea where or what they look like. Or if they may have been already taken from their resting place... Well. This just gets more and more fun."

Conan the Cimmerian has posed:
To the young woman, Conan says, "It is good to know you, Megan. Thalm is a being I cannot track. Someone skilled in the use of magic may detect when he casts his spells, but I do not trust wizards. They should be put to the sword."

Then he takes a big gulp of his drink smacking his lips afterwards. It seems to be quite refreshing to him. Looking at his bird acquaintance he says, "It will be a difficult quest indeed. We may need to sail the Western Ocean."

Spider-Man has posed:
Evening patrols on an empty stomach are generally a bad idea, and Spidey started today's patrol early to catch a couple of "Almost Daylight" robbers, then a couple muggings, oh and a good old-fashion B&E, and... well you get the picture. He happens to be in the area, and had someone tell him this place was great, though he never did get around to asking what Shawarma was.

Fwip! He catches the nearby building, swinging closer and realizing something's going on. At the entrance, he slowly lowers himself upside-down in standard spidey pose, reading the sign a few moments. Huh. With a shrug, he flips to the ground and opens up.

"Helllloo?" he says, "Sign says Might Heroes wanted and, I don't want to brag, but I've been really hitting arm day hard." He sees the gathered and blinks behind his mask a few times. Apparently whatever he was expecting, this was not it.

Iron Man has posed:
"S-G-G-G-G-L-U-U-U-U-U-R-R-R-R-R-P!"

Looking down at his already-empty cup, Tony bitterly regrets not telling the cashier to go easy on the ice.

That's how they get you.

"I deserve this, I should have realized that 'Extra Big' really just meant 'Medium'..."

Looking back up, Tony sees the newcomer entering, and the expression on his face is basically the same one you'd expect if he was one of the partygoers in a movie trailer when the record unexpectedly scratches because the nerdy kid walked in.

"Is it still not a crime to run around town in your Underoos?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The bird gives an aside glance at Conan's statement of not trusting wizards. "Or at least browse online first to see if someone's found something of that nature." He clears his throat, "Also, not all magic users are bad people. A lot of them use their abilties to heal and protect others. Our own sorceror supreme is actually a good one and puts himself at great risk to protect this world on a frequent basis."

The Raven glances to the door, giving a wing wave to the entering Spidey.

Wolverine has posed:
Finishing off his sandwich, and noticing that his cigar was at the end of the burn, Patch looks down mournfully at both, and says, "Dammit. I need a beer." Looking up at Conan, Patch says, "Okay. Barbarian. Let me know when you need me, I'll be there. Don't worry...I'll know."

Winking at Pixie as he walks by, Patch says, "Be safe kid. You know that Slim would not appreciate you being here. Use me as an excuse, I'll back you up. Respect."

Looking at the bird, Phantasm, Patch adds, "Nice disguise. Be safe. See you around." Next he moves towards the door, and uses his two fingers, points to his "eyes", then points at Stark, and says, "I got my "eye" on you Stark. Be safe."

Last, the two spiders. "You two. Spidey. "A nod to Jessica. "Spidey." That to Parker. "Try not to get stuck in this web eh?" Then, he was gone. Out the door.

Conan the Cimmerian has posed:
At the newcomer's arrival, Conan nods and says, "Welcome, Net. If you are indeed a mighty hero then join us in our feast. We prepare to slay the Sorcerer Supreme!"

Thumping himself on the chest he says, "I am Conan of Cimmeria. Called Conan the Destroyer by some. I have been a soldier, a thief, a slave and a nomad, but now I am something else, a traveler through time."

The bird is given a strange look, possibly mistrustful, "Are you certain of this? Wizards sacrifice the undeserving and worship dread gods. They are good only for stealing from and decapitating in my experience."

Conan looks at Smoke and nods, "I shall call upon you. Good evening. May the gods witness your deeds."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn sighs a bit, nodding slowly to Conan, "Well, I'm not an extremely advanced wizard like Dr Strange, but I *am* one of his students and might be able to pick up a trace of these...Artefacts if I know what I'm looking for. I also happen to be friends with a certain very powerful fae.." she stops herself from revealing more of her friend than that. "I can ask her fir help in finding them.."

She glances towards the door and smiles and waves at Spidey. "Hi!" she greets him cheerfully before turning back to her meal..

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
ARWK ! "He doesn't mean Strange," The raven offers quickly in explanation to the newcomer, "He means a time traveling one that's gone evil.."

At the mention of a powerful fae, he looks over to Megan curiously.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Pff, you're just jealous of my stylish, comfortable outfit. Really breathes well." Spidey retorts. "Plus, I don't fight crime in a suit with a paint job that was stolen from a jet ski." He's totally not jealous. Nope.

"Ah, it's Spider-man, not Net, don't listen to him. Also, pretty sure he can't smoke in here..." he says after Patch leaves. And then he registers what was said. "Ah, what's your beef with Dr. Strange? Did he go evil? Are you evil? Oh, is it a clone? Does he have a gotee? Oh, wait, he has one normally. Oh man, maybe he is evil."

Spidey pulls up a chair, or rather just hunches against a wall, pulling his legs up as if he's sitting. He cocks his head lightly and waves back to Megan, it's good to be polite, then looks over at his arachnid counterpart, "Oh, uh, hey. Didn't know the meeting of the Spider-Council was convened."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica nods slightly to Spidey. "Webhead," she says with a playful nod toward Spider-Man. "Get some food. If ya need someone to vouch for your mighty heroism, I'll back you up." Her tone is light-hearted, with no hint of actual ribbing, much less disdain. She takes a sip from her Vat O Soda, and looks to the others, as she moves back toward her seat.

Iron Man has posed:
Under his breath, Tony mutters "Damn. How'd he find out about the jet ski?"

By now, Tony's drink is long gone, so he's started to loudly crunch the ice cubes with his teeth. Every time there's a lull in the conversation, the sound of Tony chewing ice cubes breaks the awkward silence.

It's fortunate that the old armor had a leg-locking feature built in, because the chairs here probably wouldn't like the weight of the Old School Armor. But as it is, Tony can 'sit' without actually putting any weight on the chair.

He really needs to get back into one of his new suits.

"I'll run some stuff through our computers back at Avengers Mansion. If the stuff you're looking for isn't in our database, then it either doesn't exist, or you really don't want it."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The raven glances over towards Conan, "It appears there are Gods and spirits you don't know of. Unfortunately your sorceror supreme only highlighted the bad ones."

The bird looks over to Tony, "I'll go speak to the people I know of to see if they can shed a bit more light on things. More of a hail mary but, well, we are probably overdue for some grace. Are you okay with me stopping by later to see what you found out?"

Conan the Cimmerian has posed:
"You study to be a wizard?" Conan asks Megan, seeming shocked by her admission. "I do not know how to react to this. Is the bird right? Are wizards of this age not all evil?" Then he continues, "What of the fae?"

His attention returns to Net, "Spider-Man. I have no knowledge of your Strange Doctor, I seek the head of Riath Thalm. He is responsible for summoning monsters and wishes to break an even worse creature to this world, his dark god: Raze."

"I have no means of contacting you, my allies, but I stay at the Avengers Mansion and can be found there sometimes, or messages can be left. I read and write your language quite well."

Bird gets his attention again, "I know of many gods. Some are good, some are bastards. Some, like the chief among my gods, Crom, are useless."

Spider-Man has posed:
Spidey would protest the 'Webhead' comment, but his mask literally has a web pattern over his head so that ones a bit of a wash. The mention of food reminds him why he came here in the first place, and he nabs a few quick morsels and eats, via the trick of rolling just the mouth area of his mask up.

"Different Sorcerer Supreme? How many guys get to use that title at once?" He grows a bit more serious, listening after a few moments, "So this Taco Supreme Sorcerer," Well..a little more serious, "Is bad news? Like, doom, gloom end of the world stuff? I guess the big question is, how bad is it and how can we stop him?"

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn blinks slowly, shaking her head, "Umm well not all wizards are evil, and I'm not really a wizard, just a part faerie.." she flutters her wings as if to stress them. "As for Dr. Strange, he is a good guy, but I dunno where he is at the moment." she glances only briefly at Nick and shrugs, "Well I'm afraid to reveal too much of my friend, but I will say her magic rivals Dr. Strange's. If you're at the Avenger's mansion, I suppose I can always reach you there." she munches more in her food hungrily, guzzling it Down with ginger ale, "Mmm this is good stuff!"

Iron Man has posed:
"Man, where were all of these magicians at when I had my sixth birthday?"

Disengaging his Pneumatic Seating Assists, Tony slowly stands up, armor creaking as if it's been a while since its last oil change. Probably a decade, roughly. Sitting in storage is terrible for vintage Iron Tech.

"Really would have saved me some therapy bills if there'd been a magician. My parents hired a MIME!" Suddenly, everything about Tony Stark makes perfect sense.

Clomping loudly with each thudding step of his heavy Rocket Boots, Tony begins heading toward the door with his helmet tucked under his arm. He's retracted the Emergency Alcohol Deployment System and is running through a manual pre-flight check before beginning his VTOL ascent.

The 'manual pre-flight check' mostly consists of touching various parts of his armor to make sure they're still bolted on.

"Let me go crunch the data, Cone-Bone, and I'll email you the link to my Dropbox account. Just make sure you're using a Starkphone to view the attachments, because the files won't work with any software from my COMPETITORS! Won that lawsuit."

And out he goes, jamming his helmet down on his head with a heavy thunking sound, and blasting off as soon as he's a few meters away from the door.

People in the street take pictures.

Most of them do that with their Starkphone.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The bird lifts up a wing, "I've got a couple spells up my wing as well. Plus the shape changing and the...other stuff."

Once he gets no answer from Tony his wings jut out, seemingly giving a 'thumbs up' effect with one feather sticking out higher than the others. "Alright great. Later then. Will just find out later then."

He pauses before flying off his perch, he sails towards the opposing wall, Doing another corkscrew pattern of flight to clear the open doorway before arcing upwards to the sky in flight. That, does not merit picture taking.

And he probably just got the restaurant marked down a letter grade by doing that.

Conan the Cimmerian has posed:
"We must kill him, Spider-Man, lest Raze be unleashed and untold catastrophe follow. In order to end the wizard we must gather mystical artifacts from ancient times and forge them together into a weapon which can slay him," Conan explains to the Webhead. "We will work to find items that can work, quest for them, and return them here so that a master smith can form them into a blade or bludgeon with which to spill Thalm's blood. Without it Thalm is unkillable."

"I was curious about the wings," the suited raider says to Megan. "I have seen many things in this land and I cannot know what is science and what is magic and what is miraculous. In my Age anything beyond siege weapons was clearly the work of magic. Here, the giant metal transportation serpent is technology."

"Now, though, I go to drink! I have had my fill of food and must quench my thirst for spirits," the large man declares as he rises to his feet. "I will be at the Avengers Mansion where the cold chests have more beer than I drink in a night."

A look around and a deep nod, "Thank you all, mighty warriors. We will soon find the artifacts we seek and deliver a deathblow to our enemy. Good evening and may the gods smile upon you all!"