Thedrin's little legs pump with increasing rapidity as he closes the distance to the orc that shot him. When close he pushes off the ground and attempts a two footed flying kick...
Annoyed at his ineffectual kick, Thedrin takes his frustrations out on the orc's trousers. He yanks them groundward before kicking out at the orc's ankles, seeking to topple him over...
Sir Respen Bayleef(Male Halfling Paladin-2/ Rogue(investigator)-1/Inquistor-1)
Sir Respen drops his sling and draws his sword as he charges the closest orc, yelling "Foolish ones y'all should of stayed hidden!
as he drives his longsword into the greenskin menace.
Thedrin bends to cut one of the orc's ears off for Soot to chew on, and notices the strange object. Picking it up gingerly by the shiny tubey bits he holds it out to others "Any idea what this is about?"
Gurukk takes a look at the object and then nods,"Gurukk knows what this is, Gurukk has seen it before. Gurukk's tribe once beat a human who had one. It used after a good game of bones. The loser fills up both sides with our strongest grog and has to chug it after he loses. We call it kretchak which means shot, in this case it is a double shot. Important tip is to make sure to clean it out ahead of time. The first time Gurukk's tribe drank out of it there was some funky residue that the human had in it."
"Ooos a good doggy? Yes! You's good doggy! yes you-are! Yes you ARE!" *continues to ruffle, rub, scuffle and other wise commend Soot on a job well done in attacking the Orcs.*
Gurukk cast prestidigitation on the shot holder and fills it up with some good strong ale and holds it out for anyone, "Who wants to do a shot with Gurukk?"
You’ve come to Blasingdell , a small mining town on the frontier, to see if there’s anything to these stories. Your information places the old dwarf-hold lies about three days’ march from the town. Dark deeply forested hills rise beyond the town’s outskirts.
A rough hewn timber fence surrounds the entire place looks like it is used to keep the “dogs” out of town. Here and there are pikes with helmets and what appear to be Orc heads affixed to them.
Perception DC 17
Spoiler:
the thick hair on one head seems a bit odd to you, as you look closer you realize the heads are fake!
Near an opening to the fence you find yourself coming upon 4 guards, 2 human and 2 half-orcs that seem to be in the process of changing out duties...
"Wait, what? Fakes?" Xane's attention is drawn from ruffling the fur of her hound to Gurukk's comment.
Handle Animal: Take Ten =15"Sit, stay!" And she casually saunters closer for a better look at these 'fakes'.
"I mean, really, we can give you half a dozen if you're that hard up for things..." She adds absently, throwing a thumb over a shoulder to indicate the trail the party has just come along.
One of the human guards answers as a bell begins to toll
"You see it is the smell....oops hury inside when the bell stops you will be on the half-orc watch and they will not let you in....Hurry hurry."
As you pass by you notice several bows and other weapons as well as a signal horn hanging on a post nearby.
"Orcs been raiding town for 30 or 50 years, sometimes they raid an outlying farm, the half-orcs are the result, but they get a high honor being raised in town and becoming the night watch. Even their mothers are well respected in the community."
Thedrin smiles as he walks past "Where are the orkies based? - you want the problem dealt with once and for all?"
Sir Respen Bayleef(Male Halfling Paladin-2/ Rogue(investigator)-1/Inquistor-1)
"You know today is your lucky day, your in the presences of Gurukk the holy emissary of the fire god, Xane whose mighty blade can not be matched by any mortal man, Thedrin the mighty giant tripper, and of course last but not least everybodies favorite Bastion of Justice Sir Respen Bayleef are at your service. We can handle any problems your town possess." The halfling takes a bow after he introducees the group.
"Tha orcs got the old dwarven stonghold, they wear scale armor and have dwarf made weapons. A strong bunch they be. We aren't sure where the dwarf hold lies, but that seems to be where they are at."
Brow furrowed slightly with thought, though dismissed as a thought best discussed in private Thedrin makes to continue on. To his friends and party "Find a tavern with some decent ale and rough company?"
"Most places err fine wit yer dog unner yer table lookin fer scraps, not heard o anyone bee givin grief o'er a dog."
Once you enter the local tavern....
”Fierce orc raiders have been apillaging small hamlets, farmsteads, an camps in tha hills north o town.” ”One orc left fer dead was put under tha magic o a hedge magean has told tha orcs ave a lair in a lonely hill called tha Stone Tooth, everyone as been ordered away from tha area. If yer interested yah should talk with tha marshall.”
A mysterious man approaches....
"You lookin to sell that double barrel pistol?"
Points at the item taken from the Orcs.
At the person's comment about the house rules regarding dogs Xane grins happily and takes a table at the inn with Soot beneath.
She calls for the attention of a serving lass and sees about dinner for herself and Soot. Absently she listens to the talk of where the Orcs are at and pays half a mind to the question the stranger asks about the guy's new 'toy'...
"So, what's on the menu? Steak? Mutton? Venison?" She asks, already thinking about the large meal to come.
Xane smiles, nods, agrees and thanks the lass. She peers over at the 'boards' (If any) to see what drinks are available.
Perception:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
"And the mead, tankard, if you'd be s'kind?" She asks with a grin, one hand absently scratching at Soot's head where the dog relaxes beneath the bench.
Then, looking around, she stands...stretches and then 'shuks' out of her armor -leaving it in a pile beside her bench- before sitting back down and waiting for her meal and drinks.
She peers around at the other patrons, including the guy talking to the...guys...
"You lookin to sell that double barrel pistol?"
Points at the item taken from the Orcs.
Gurukk looks at the man and says, "Gurukk is not looking but that doesn't mean Gurukk wouldn't sell it. What are you willing to offer Gurukk for his prized possession?"
"Might I see it's condition before I make an offer?"
Sir Respen Bayleef(Male Halfling Paladin-2/ Rogue(investigator)-1/Inquistor-1)
"Stew and booze down here as well! I mean it is only proper to take the food and drink of our gracious hosts....Soooo make that a pitcher over here!" Waiting for the drinks and food to arrive Sir Respen notices the mysterious man talking with Gurukk. "This is a very rare object and means a lot to my friend we will need a collateral from you to hold on to before you can touch the object. Just in case, you understand don't you sir or mamm."
Thedrin swaggers into the inn and sits next to Xane, slipping Soot the orc ear he collected earlier to chew on. To the barkeep he cries "Stew and hard liquor I think is the order of the day!" before remembering something he should have done earlier... he wrenches out the arrow still adorning his robe and flesh and puts it afore him on the table.
The woman sets a small coin purse on the table and then picks up the strange object, she seems to be checking the moving parts and the parts of the pistol.....
"Pretty good peice o hard-ware I'll give yah 400 gold fer it."
