Welcome to Gaia! ::

Orcus smiled. "Good then, let's go." Orcus began to sing an old Dark Elf song in a dead language as he marched of to the east. He pulled out his drill and wore it proudly on his shoulder as he marched and sang. He felt nostalgic of the old days of great adventurers that fought to the very last breathe and didn't think twice about it, mostly because they couldn't.

Orcus stopped and just barely looked back at Ty as he continued. "Me neither. This songs sounds much better when a professional sings it. Though there aren't a lot of professionals anymore." He shifted his sight again. "It's a really old song."

Orcus nodded to himself a bit. "Thanks. Oh and..." He went searching in his sleeves and under his robe. He slowly pulled a war scythe out from his right sleeve. "Here!" He stopped and handed Crimson the staff-like weapon. "It ups offensive magics and helps out with lopping demon heads. Now let's let them know we're coming." Orcus began singing a tune that most all old elves knew by heart. It sounded like a pledge or a rhyming incantation. He repeated it over and over and with every time he finished came a faraway boom and a burst of low level energy.

Orcus looked at the seemingly lost traveler. He stopped his singing and a burst of light rushed through the clouds above. "Friend or foe, young one?" Orcus pointed his drill at him. It was a hand-crank drill that took some force to use. The tip was made of a precious metal that was seconded only by diamond. "It doesn't matter, if the demons come this way then your as good as dead anyways." Orcus laughed to himself and returned to singing and marching and with that returned the distant booms.

Orcus watched the new person interact with those whom he was traveling with. Orcus stopped singing once he noticed that he wasn't getting a response to his war song. What he had been singing was a war song that let the opposing army know that you should fear your adversary. It used to be common practice but it was usually answered with a call of lightning. "The demons have either quit or have all died. I know they are fond of the old days, they should have responded by now."

Orcus' ears began to bleed. "Please stop!" Orcus used his robes to clean himself. "I'm good with not having them come to us." He smiled politely and headed eastward to see what had happened to the demons.

((Nuts to you too, buddy! lol))
Silas took a deep bow, sweeping his right hand outward as he did so.
"You may call me Silas Parrish, the misplaced guardian of the timestream!" He went on to explain that he had visited many worlds, many timelines, and many places, and he admired the English Victorian style, the most.
"Well, now what do we do?"