Blood Rage of the Wastes (All-Orcs Giantslayer)

Game Master Thackery Baxter J Thorington

Current Battle Map
Sketch of Redlake Fort
Marching Order

Heading to Fort Redlake

The Town of Trunau

The Hoard of the Horde(loot)

Map of Belkzen

A slightly modified Giantslayer campaign featuring an orcs-only cast.


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Female Half-Orc Witch (Scarred Witch Doctor) 1; HP 14/12; AC 11/ T 11/ FF 10; Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +4; CMB +1, CMD 12; Per +2, Init +2; Speed 30 ft;
Enlarged, Mage Armor:
Init + 0; AC 13/TT 13/FF 13; Ref +0; CMB +2, CMD 12

I'm assuming my foe is dead/decommissioned/out of action - if not I'll move my pic back to where I was and attempt to finish the job...


Ya, all foes are out of commission. They're either dead or dying. Basically, I'm ignoring frenzy for the moment because it just prolongs fights


+2 init
AC|HP:
{HP:70|E:74/74}{AC:28|T:17|FF:26}
{Character look} Current AC:26
Saves|Skills:
{R:+9|F:+8|W:+9} {intim+20}{Stealth+5}{K(all)+8}{Perception+8}

Intim: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20+4 if im larger than the orcs

Thoku grabs the body of the big orc by the legs using him as a club he swings in a wide arc destroying the tent and sending the tarp flying. Thoku looks at the orcs inside grabbing the dead orc by the legs, his mussels bulged as he rips the body in twain

"THE BLOODIED ONE HAS COME FOR YOU " he screams


Aid Another (Intimidate): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

The still enlarged Shakraal unleashes her own bloody scream, form washed with viscera and skull spattered war fang held high.


hp 18/18 | AC 12, T 12, FF 10 | CMB: -1, CMD: 11 | Fort +4, Ref +4, Wis +6 | Init +4 | Perc +4, Darkvision 60 ft

"Let us gather the gestating twisted nail b@+!$ for sacrifice and return victorious!"


updating on Tuesday (mom flies out Tuesday morning). Life will return to its schedule then.


btw, cool ways to aid another. :)


Intiatives:

Fleshripper: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Choot Othul: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Shakraal Kringsdaughter: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Thoku Blood Drinker: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Grell: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Gurtru: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Thrall: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10
Hakak: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Shrogkar: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Kern Dead-Eye: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Kraq Skysplitter: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Tent Orcs: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3

Choot flexes and black flame bursts out from his body in a nimbus. The flames burn through Shrogkar's tent and burn the two. Shrogkar and Gurtru snarl in rage as the black flames burn into them.

Thoku grabs the body of the big orc by the legs using him as a club he swings in a wide arc destroying the tent and sending the tarp flying. Thoku looks at the orcs inside grabbing the dead orc by the legs, his muscles bulged as he rips the body in twain. "THE BLOODIED ONE HAS COME FOR YOU!!!" he screams to the darkening cave above. The Thunderer hears his mighty battle roar and answers with a challenge of his own lighting strikes Thoku, setting the blood covering him on fire.

Shakraal lifts her warfang into the sky and unleashes her own bloody scream. Her form is draped in viscera and the life of the orcs of the Twisted Nail.

intimidated?:

DC:16
Thoku rolled a 24 so that's 8 over. But, shakraal's 30 (she's still large) adds 2 to his roll for 26. that's 10 over. Shorgkar is shaken for 3 rounds

The tent collapses to the ground revealing shrogkar and Gurtru standing to the sky. It is an awesome display of power, and Shrogkar recoils back at the fierce strength of the Bloodied One and the Hexcrafter.

damage counter:

Shrogkar: 1
Gurtru: 1

next up are Hakak, Kern, and Kraq.


Grell, warcat of Rull companion:
hp 61/61 | AC 21, T 11, FF 19 | Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +2 | Acrobatics +11, Perception +5, Stealth +9 | Current animal focus: None
Razorbeak:
hp 31/31 | AC 16, FF 13, T 13
Male half-orc Hunter (Packmaster) 7 | hp 70/70 | AC 22 26, T 12, FF 21 | Fort +8, Ref +7, Will +6 | Animal focus 7/7 min | Perception +17, Survival +13

Kern and Grell move around their hulking blood-covered ally to each swing at the big, intimidated orc.

double-axe: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Grell slips in the newly-lain blood, missing her claw attack, but kern takes a vicious swing with his axe and scores a glancing blow.


hp 18/18 | AC 12, T 12, FF 10 | CMB: -1, CMD: 11 | Fort +4, Ref +4, Wis +6 | Init +4 | Perc +4, Darkvision 60 ft

Kraq steps up and blasts the two orcs with colors from his fingertips,

Color Spray!(T3 and T4) D/C 16


Gonna send a pm for Hakak player


hp 38/38 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | CMB: +8, CMD: 20 | Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +7 | Init +4 | Perc +9, Darkvision 60 ft.
Druid Spells:
2nd (3/day)--Barkskin, Bull's Strength, Bull's Strength | 1st (4/day)--Burning Disarm, Entangle*, Longstrider, Magic Fang* | 0th (4/day, at will)--Create Water, Detect Magic, Detect Poison

Sorry, missed the post.

With a roar, Hakak and Fleshripper launch themselves at Gurtru.

Hakak, charging: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 4 + 2 = 23
Damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (4, 1) + 6 = 11
Fleshripper: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 2 = 27
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6


Male Shadow's Status | Orc Cleric 3 (Undead Lord) /Sorcerer 4 (Ghoul Touched Bloodline) | HP=72/72 | 7/7 Channels | AC=20 | Init. +2 | F +7 | R +3 | W +12 | Per +6 | Cold Resistance 5

Back, once Round 1 is resolved, I will post a Round 2 Action.


talked with Hakak's player he's OK with the redirect

Initiatives:

Fleshripper: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Choot Othul: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Shakraal Kringsdaughter: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Thoku Blood Drinker: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Grell: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Thrall: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10
Shrogkar: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Hakak: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Kraq Skysplitter: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Gurtru: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Kern Dead-Eye: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

The Rest of Round 1
Roused by the war-calls and blade songs, four warriors burst from their tents, war-fangs, and great tusks held aloft to strike. Naked, they are unarmored, clearly their battle lust overwhelmed their need to rut. Their bravery shall prove their undoing, as they have not clothed themselves in warskins of metal and hide.

Seeing new prey, Fleshripper springs forward, unleashing a great warsong into the air as it charges across the camp raining spittle from its terrible jaws. It tears past Shakraal, and the hexcrafter feels its battlelust fall upon her. The spinosaur launches into the air with two great thrusts from its legs and lands on one of the guards.

The dino rolled a natural 20, does this mean it actually critted?:

1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 2 = 16 yup crit double damage

Its jaws clamp hold of the orc's neck and squeeze. Bone shatters, flesh tears, and blood rains like the life-waters of Rull as the mighty slave of Hakak attacks its master's foe! The great lizard's teeth rip and rend, closing together as they grind through the warrior's neck. Until, with a flick of coiled scaled muscles, the guard's head flies off from its shoulders, and the body collapses to the ground. Greedily, the warlizard begins to feed on the corpse's remains.

Kern's mighty warcat rushes toward Shrogkar. His thick claws dig great rents in the earth, parting soil like flesh. But, they do not part flesh, and One-Eye's great beast is unmanned in his failure.

Shrorgkar stands amid the ruined hut, undaunted by the battle prowess of the warriors of the whelp-tribe. With a contemptuous sneer he takes a single step backward away from the One Eye and his deadly double-fang. The shaman of the Twisted Nail breathes in deep, his muscles tense with strength. Then, he releases a mighty warcry up to the blue cavern. His Rull-noise is powerful, and carries through the camp of the Twisted Nail! It stirs up the soil, dust and bone shards and blood mingling together to seem like armored corpses flying through the air towards Kern!

Shrogkar's Cause Fear on Kern:

DC 12: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 Ya, he's afraid. But, for how long is he unammaned?
Rounds of Fright: 1d4 ⇒ 1 Ok, so just this round. His attack doesn't go... but he does super-run away for this round (Kern,you get to decide)

Fear enters Kern's heart, and the One-Eye's strength freezes in his veins! He has seen the slaves of the Destroyer, and few warriors can hope to withstand such terrible horror!

Not to be outdone, Hakak lifts up his flesh-thresher and follows his beast into attack. The earth-speaker's scythe cuts through the air, and parts the warrior's legs at the knees! The guard howls in agony, unmanning himself by showing pain to Zagresh, and falls to the bloodied soil in three pieces.

The Skyplitter boldly steps through the bloodied soil of the camp. Selzarian's smoke fills his mouth and lungs as he picks up the fouled soil into his hands. He breathes out the flames of the Masked God, and the wyrdcrafter's tongue makes the dirt glow with the light of the Burning Angel. He hurls the glowing ball of mud at two of the guards and the ball bursts as through struck by the Thunderer's spear.

Kraq's color spray:

DC 16: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15
unconscious, blinded and stunned: 2d4 ⇒ (2, 3) = 5
blinded and stunned: 1d4 ⇒ 3
stunned for 1 round
unconscious = 5 rounds
blinded = 8 rounds
Stunned = 9 rounds

It shatters into a thousand lights, each glowing as brilliantly as the Burning Angel in the blue cave above, but with the thousand colors of her blood that spills across the sky when Nulgreth tears her from her home. The lights flash in blinding bursts, and the guards collapse to the ground, their minds overwhelmed by Kraq's power!
Gurtru's swollen belly swings beneath her crude clothing as she, like Shrogkar, takes a cowardly step backwards. Then her distended womb pulses and contracts, growing slightly smaller! The eyes of her mask burn with fire as she speaks the secret tongue of hexcrafters. Her words echo from behind her wyrd-face and smoke billows out from it gaping maw. The smoke condenses as it falls, taking the form of a thousand tiny, skittering, spiders that quickly rush across the ground and attack Thoku and Grell!
Swarm attacks!:

damage to Thoku: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Distracted? DC 11: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Ya, he's nauseated for 1 round
Poisoned? DC 11: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
damage to Grell: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Distracted? DC 11: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Poisoned? DC 11: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

The spiders swarm over the warcat and the Bloodied One, and the mighty warriors can feel a thousand pincers nipping and piercing their flesh! Small puncture wounds open all over their bodies, despite their armor! And great Thoku can feel some of the spiderlings enter those wounds! They crawl deep into the openings and feed upon the blood of his Chief-flesh before exiting out other wounds. Despite his power and strength, he feels his stomach shrink inside of him as his body is invaded by the wyrdcraft.
Damage Counter:

Thoku: 6
Grell: 5
Shrogkar: 1
Gurtru: 1

End Round 1. Next is Round 2. You have effectively taken out all of the new orc warriors from the tents. Couple of status effects (sorry guys, honest): 1) Kern is frightened for 1 round and has to super-run away in 1 direction (his choice--but, if you choose to run behind Shrogkar or Gurtru, they get AoOs). 2) Thoku is nauseated and can only move for this round


hp 38/38 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | CMB: +8, CMD: 20 | Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +7 | Init +4 | Perc +9, Darkvision 60 ft.
Druid Spells:
2nd (3/day)--Barkskin, Bull's Strength, Bull's Strength | 1st (4/day)--Burning Disarm, Entangle*, Longstrider, Magic Fang* | 0th (4/day, at will)--Create Water, Detect Magic, Detect Poison

Hakak and Fleshripper surged forward again, this time making Shrogkar their target.

Hakak, charging: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 2 = 18
Damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (3, 3) + 6 = 12
Fleshripper: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 2 = 11
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5


Grell, warcat of Rull companion:
hp 61/61 | AC 21, T 11, FF 19 | Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +2 | Acrobatics +11, Perception +5, Stealth +9 | Current animal focus: None
Razorbeak:
hp 31/31 | AC 16, FF 13, T 13
Male half-orc Hunter (Packmaster) 7 | hp 70/70 | AC 22 26, T 12, FF 21 | Fort +8, Ref +7, Will +6 | Animal focus 7/7 min | Perception +17, Survival +13

Kern panics at the might of the big warrior, and runs directly away from him. His warcat, however, is undeterred and steps forward to attack the source of his master's fear with all her might. Five-foot step and full attack!

bite: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
claw1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
claw2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

OMG SERIOUSLY? 2, then 9, then 5? UGH!!!

Unfortunately, with her master running away, Grell is distracted and misses the shaman.


Male Shadow's Status | Orc Cleric 3 (Undead Lord) /Sorcerer 4 (Ghoul Touched Bloodline) | HP=72/72 | 7/7 Channels | AC=20 | Init. +2 | F +7 | R +3 | W +12 | Per +6 | Cold Resistance 5

Choot releases a wave of Dark Energy again at the Chief and Female Shaman, the target of the new Clans desires!

Channel Negative Energy 1d6 ⇒ 2

He keeps Thrull by his side ready to confront any warrior who steps up to challenge Choot.


Female Half-Orc Witch (Scarred Witch Doctor) 1; HP 14/12; AC 11/ T 11/ FF 10; Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +4; CMB +1, CMD 12; Per +2, Init +2; Speed 30 ft;
Enlarged, Mage Armor:
Init + 0; AC 13/TT 13/FF 13; Ref +0; CMB +2, CMD 12

Shakraal revels in the chaos and destruction - even the fear wrought by Shrogkar on her tribemate fills her with savage excitement. Win or lose, this is the night for magnificent deeds and foul slayings. The warwitch hefts her warfang high in two hands and charges the gravid witch Gurtru...

"We will have your progeny!!!

Again the warwitch proves less than stellar...

Full Round Action: Charge to 7,8/P,Q

Chaaaaarge!!!!: 1d20 + 2 - 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 - 1 + 1 + 2 = 8 [+2 Str, -1 Large, +1 mwk, +2 charge]
Chonk!!!: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 3) + 3 = 8 [+3 THF]

AC 11/9/11 due to charge


just waiting on Kraq and Thoku


hp 18/18 | AC 12, T 12, FF 10 | CMB: -1, CMD: 11 | Fort +4, Ref +4, Wis +6 | Init +4 | Perc +4, Darkvision 60 ft

Moving around Thoku and avoiding the spiders, Kraq begins casting a spell with Rull's blessing,

Burning Hands(lightning) Reflex d/c 17

Burning Hands: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4


+2 init
AC|HP:
{HP:70|E:74/74}{AC:28|T:17|FF:26}
{Character look} Current AC:26
Saves|Skills:
{R:+9|F:+8|W:+9} {intim+20}{Stealth+5}{K(all)+8}{Perception+8}

well...

Thoku nauseated for the spiders takes moves back 10 feet


hp 18/18 | AC 12, T 12, FF 10 | CMB: -1, CMD: 11 | Fort +4, Ref +4, Wis +6 | Init +4 | Perc +4, Darkvision 60 ft

Got one more Thoku if you can get away from them long enough for me to torch them.


Round 2

Initiatives from Elsewhen:

Fleshripper: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Choot Othul: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Shakraal Kringsdaughter: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Thoku Blood Drinker: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Grell: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Thrall: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10
Shrogkar: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Hakak: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Kraq Skysplitter: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Gurtru: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Kern Dead-Eye: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Fleshripper rushes at Shrogkar, he great claws tear at the ground, slobber running from his jaws. The spinosaur roars with rage and chomps at death priest's leg, but Zagresh does not wish to see the shaman yet. The dinosaur pierce only air.

Will saves on Choot's negative energy burst:

DC 16
Shrogkar: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Gurtru: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
1 damage for both

Choot stands proud in the camp, darkness pooling about his legs like the water of the great Flood Road. The darkness surges up like a wave and then splashes out from him like a mudslide. The darkness washes down from him and splashes into Shrogkar and Gurtru. The two shamans of the Twsited Nail brace themselves against the torrent as the dark water rips and burns away pieces of their flesh. But, the worst of the darkness sloshes past them and the two shamans stand mostly unharmed.

Shakraal revels in the chaos and destruction - even the fear wrought by Shrogkar on her tribemate fills her with savage excitement. Win or lose, this is the night for magnificent deeds and foul slayings. The warwitch hefts her warfang high in two hands and charges the gravid witch Gurtru.

She swings her blade in a mighty arc, the metal flashes in the light of the Burning Angel. But, the foul hexcrafter steps aside at a crucial moment and the Kringsdaughter's warfang cuts earth and not flesh.

Thoku, his body filled with spiders, staggers away from the swarm of chittering vermin. He bats and tears at his red flesh, tossing spiderlings into the air and crushing them beneath his mighty fists!

Despite her master's fear, Grell roars with rage and attacks the Voice of Zagresh. Her fury is great, but without her master to guide her, her claws and fangs are wasted. Once more, the death shaman escapes the Destroyer's hoard.

Shrogkar concentrates for a moment, and a ghostly decayed dire bear pulls itself from the earth beneath his feet. It roars a powerful warsong to Rull and shoves its claws deep into the death priest's form. Slowly, it enters the Voice of Zagresh, and his muscles bulge with power!
+1 to melee attacks, melee damage, and CMB. -2 to AC. 1 round

Shrogkar's attack:

AC 14: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 miss

The shaman raises his mighty greataxe and swings at the earth-caller. But, the shaman's limbs are weak. He may speak with Zagresh's tongue, but Nulgreth has robbed his thews of strength! The blow is a puny thing and Hakak weathers the assault without harm! Hakak, however, feels Nulgreth's power filling his blood! He swings his mighty toil-tool at the death priest, sending a battle roar to mighty Rull with the swing. The earth-caller smiles with bloodlust as he sees Shrogkar's life and power spill upon the soil of the Flood Plain!

Not be outdone, the Skysplitter speaks with Selzarian's words and calls upon Rull to bless his spell! His hands burst into flames that crackle and arc like the great Thunderer's own spears. He holds out his hands towards dread Shrogkar.

Kraq's spell:

Ref DC 17: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

The Voice of Zagresh attempts to leap from danger. The coward! Such is the weakness of the Twisted Nail that their own shaman fears the call to the Destroyer's Hoard. No wonder they are such easy prey this night!

Gurtru laughs with the madness of one touched by the Weird of Selzarian! She points at the huddled mass of the whelpling tribe attacking her fellow shaman. SLAY!!! THEM!!!!! SLAY THE TRAITORS! The swarm of spiders clicks and clacks as it surges across the stones of the Flood Plain to envelop Grell and Hakak!

Spider Swarm on Grell and Hakak:

damage from bites: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Grell: Poison DC 11: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12 (not poisoned!)
Hakak: Poison DC 11: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 Poisoned
Hakak: Str damage: 1d2 ⇒ 2
Grell: Distraction DC 11: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Hakak: Distraction DC 11: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

The brave warriors feel the thousand spiders snip and bite into their flesh. The vermin crawl into and out of the wounds. The crawl into their ears and nostrils, and feast upon the tender flesh and blood within. But, such is the mettle of their will and their bloodthirst, that the warriors do not quail beneath the countless vermin devouring them!

Kern feels his mind clear from the horrors Zagresh's shaman delivered to him! His blood quickens and his muscles burn with the fury! He must slay the enemies of his tribe!

Damage Counter:

Thoku: 6
Grell: 11 (at 2 hp)
Shrogkar: 18
Gurtru: 2
Hakak: 6, 2 STR damage

Ok, so you guys took a bit of a wallop this round, but you delivered as much (and more). Hakak is down to 3 HP and has lost 2 points of STR. Grell is down to 2 HP. Thoku and Kern are neither nauseated or feared, so they can totally act next round!


Female Half-Orc Witch (Scarred Witch Doctor) 1; HP 14/12; AC 11/ T 11/ FF 10; Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +4; CMB +1, CMD 12; Per +2, Init +2; Speed 30 ft;
Enlarged, Mage Armor:
Init + 0; AC 13/TT 13/FF 13; Ref +0; CMB +2, CMD 12

Shakraal blinks as her life-ender seals the fate of earthworms and dust. She pulls back in a dread arc of mortal force, two handed again attempting to cleave the weird-shaman's head from putrescent body.

"Gravid wench - you shall be your own spawn's undoing, and our salvation!!!!!"

5' step to 7,8/Q,R
Standard Action: Attack Gurtru

Kaaaaaah!!!!: 1d20 + 2 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 2 - 1 + 1 = 22 [+2 Str, -1 Large, +1 mwk]
Chonk!!!: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2) + 3 = 9 [+3 THF]
Crit Confirm!!!!: 1d20 + 2 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 2 - 1 + 1 = 12 [+2 Str, -1 Large, +1 mwk]
Splopkt!!!: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 1) + 3 = 6 [+3 THF]


Grell, warcat of Rull companion:
hp 61/61 | AC 21, T 11, FF 19 | Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +2 | Acrobatics +11, Perception +5, Stealth +9 | Current animal focus: None
Razorbeak:
hp 31/31 | AC 16, FF 13, T 13
Male half-orc Hunter (Packmaster) 7 | hp 70/70 | AC 22 26, T 12, FF 21 | Fort +8, Ref +7, Will +6 | Animal focus 7/7 min | Perception +17, Survival +13

Kern's fear dies with the spell's effect, and his anger blossoms red at having been decieved by such a weak spell. He rushes back toward the fight, and seeing that he cannot reach his warcat in time to save him directly, screams the Thunderer's call and stomps the ground. A crack weaves its way across the flood plain, streaking toward the shaman...
thunderstomp trip: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
And the crack envelops his foot causing him to fall flat on his back.

Grell then seizes on the opportunity to destroy a pone opponent, and leaps on top of him, (stepping out of the swarm to attack the shaman) attacking with fury.

bite: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
claw1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
claw1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
UGH! I guess prone the 11 and 12 MIGHT hit.

But the massive damage that the cat has taken takes a toll on his reflexes, and he is not able to hit with all of the attacks...


Male Shadow's Status | Orc Cleric 3 (Undead Lord) /Sorcerer 4 (Ghoul Touched Bloodline) | HP=72/72 | 7/7 Channels | AC=20 | Init. +2 | F +7 | R +3 | W +12 | Per +6 | Cold Resistance 5

Choot sees the grievous wounds that Hakak and Grell have taken, with the Shaman going prone, Choot decides to place the blessings of the Destroyer upon Hakak.

Sick to his stomach at the thought, much less the sensation, of utilizing positive energy, Choot does so out of necessity.

Move up and Cure Light Wounds on Hakak, 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Boy, my healing and damage rolls have been pretty poor lately!


+2 init
AC|HP:
{HP:70|E:74/74}{AC:28|T:17|FF:26}
{Character look} Current AC:26
Saves|Skills:
{R:+9|F:+8|W:+9} {intim+20}{Stealth+5}{K(all)+8}{Perception+8}

just a note if my hp drops below the 6 I have I will use the ability to save my eidolon by giving it hp from my "main" body

Thoku looks at the male and reaches into his pouch with a wicked grin taking out the two tusk from Shrogkar welp

" I HAVE ALREADY TOOK THE ORC OUT OF YOUR SPAWN ANDROID SOON I WILL TAKE IT FRO. YOU "

And thoku clenched his mighty fist grinding the tusk to powder he let's the wind carry it away as the wounds on thokus body begin to heal

rejuvenate lesser: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

And in an instant he his skins takes on the look of water and it is as if he just jump out of a lake of blood, true to his name he is free of all the wounds that the spiders caused him


Female Half-Orc Witch (Scarred Witch Doctor) 1; HP 14/12; AC 11/ T 11/ FF 10; Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +4; CMB +1, CMD 12; Per +2, Init +2; Speed 30 ft;
Enlarged, Mage Armor:
Init + 0; AC 13/TT 13/FF 13; Ref +0; CMB +2, CMD 12

Awesome. Thoku got some Iron Gods in our Giantslayer!!!


+2 init
AC|HP:
{HP:70|E:74/74}{AC:28|T:17|FF:26}
{Character look} Current AC:26
Saves|Skills:
{R:+9|F:+8|W:+9} {intim+20}{Stealth+5}{K(all)+8}{Perception+8}

aw man dammit the auto correct got me again....aw well lol

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+2 init
AC|HP:
{HP:70|E:74/74}{AC:28|T:17|FF:26}
{Character look} Current AC:26
Saves|Skills:
{R:+9|F:+8|W:+9} {intim+20}{Stealth+5}{K(all)+8}{Perception+8}
Thoku the Bloodied One wrote:

just a note Thoku looks at the male and reaches into his pouch with a wicked grin taking out the two tusk from Shrogkar welp " I HAVE ALREADY TOOK THE ORC OUT OF YOUR SPAWN AND SOON I WILL TAKE IT FROM YOU " And thoku clenched his mighty fist grinding the tusk to powder as he let's the wind carry it away. the wounds on thokus body begin to heal.

rejuvenate lesser: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11 And in an instant he his skins takes on the look of water and it is as if he just jumped out of a lake of blood, true to his name he is free of all the wounds that the spiders caused him

reposted with the correct spelling. ....I think....me not so good on the spelling ^_^

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Ok, waiting for Kraq and Hakak

I actually thought thoku was performing abortions for smartphones and then turning the fetuses into frozen yogurt.


+2 init
AC|HP:
{HP:70|E:74/74}{AC:28|T:17|FF:26}
{Character look} Current AC:26
Saves|Skills:
{R:+9|F:+8|W:+9} {intim+20}{Stealth+5}{K(all)+8}{Perception+8}

dammit GM now I have to clean the soda off the floor. ..advice don't drink and read, just in case. ..lol

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Dragonofashandflame wrote:

Ok, waiting for Kraq and Hakak

I actually thought thoku was performing abortions for smartphones and then turning the fetuses into frozen yogurt.

Hah! With this group who is to say that isn't happening!


hp 38/38 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | CMB: +8, CMD: 20 | Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +7 | Init +4 | Perc +9, Darkvision 60 ft.
Druid Spells:
2nd (3/day)--Barkskin, Bull's Strength, Bull's Strength | 1st (4/day)--Burning Disarm, Entangle*, Longstrider, Magic Fang* | 0th (4/day, at will)--Create Water, Detect Magic, Detect Poison

Hakak would not dishonor Mother's memory by licking his wounds and weeping in the gaze of a foe. He stepped clear of the crawling things, flanking Shrogkar, and lashed out with his scythe.

Pretty sure I can flank with Grell with a five foot step.

Hakak, flanking: 1d20 + 4 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 4 - 2 + 2 = 10
Damage: 2d4 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (3, 2) + 6 - 1 = 10

And he bid Fleshripper come around to his side.

Handle animal for the detour: 1d20 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 2 + 4 = 22

If Fleshripper still has move left:
Attacks Shrogkar: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8


hp 18/18 | AC 12, T 12, FF 10 | CMB: -1, CMD: 11 | Fort +4, Ref +4, Wis +6 | Init +4 | Perc +4, Darkvision 60 ft

Kraq moves away from the swarm, awaiting a time to strike with an effective spell.

"Get out of the swarm so I can burn it!"


Initiatives from Elsewhen::

Fleshripper: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Choot Othul: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Shakraal Kringsdaughter: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Thoku Blood Drinker: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Grell: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Thrall: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10
Shrogkar: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Hakak: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Kraq Skysplitter: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Gurtru: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Kern Dead-Eye: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Fleshripper heeds his master's call and ran around the swarm hastily trying to fight at its master's side.

Choot feels the rage of the Destroyer as he utters a prayer to great Zagresh that he might turn his eye from Hakak. He hears the terrible roar of a dire bear and gaping wounds open on his arms and chest. The wounds don't do any damage, they're just flavor text. Still, the Doom of All Things answers his slave's prayers. Ghostly claws rip out of Hakak's wounds. They grip the edges of the earth-speaker's wounds and pull them shut, sealing the wounds closed once more.

Shakraal blinks as her life-ender seals the fate of earthworms and dust. She pulls back in a dread arc of mortal force, two handed again attempting to cleave the weird-shaman's head from putrescent body.

Gravid wench - you shall be your own spawn's undoing, and our salvation!!!!!

Her blade swings in a powerful arc and cuts deep into the weird-shaman, laying her open and spilling her entrails to the sky. She shrieks in agony as her blood flows free upon the earth.

Thoku looks at the male and reaches into his pouch with a wicked grin taking out the two tusks from Shrogkar's whelp. He holds them aloft in full view of the Voice of Zagresh. I HAVE ALREADY TAKEN THE ORC OUT OF YOUR SPAWN AND SOON I WILL TAKE IT FROM YOU! Thoku clenches his mighty fist, grinding the tusks to powder as he let's the wind carry it away. The breeze carries the powder up into the air to form a cloud above his head. The cloud thunders and blood rains down on mighty Thoku. As it falls, the red flesh of the Disciple of the Blood God absorbs the crimson water. His body ripples wetly, like a fresh pool of water, and the wounds on Thoku's body heal.

Kern's fear dies with the spell's effect, and his anger blossoms red at having been decieved by such a weak spell. He rushes back toward the fight, and seeing that he cannot reach his warcat in time to save him directly, screams the Thunderer's call and stomps the ground. A crack weaves its way across the flood plain, streaking toward the shaman. Shrogkar snarls in rage as his foot catches in the widening crack. He tries to free it but a loud crack echoes across the battle as he falls backward, howling in pain!

Grell siezes the moment and pounces, but her great wounds weaken her aim and she strikes only earth.

Shrogkar roars to the whelping tribe, spitting a large wad of bloody phlegm at their feet. Come! I am ready to join the Destroyer's Hoard! I do not fear death! His roar echoes loudly in the camp.

Shatter cast Defensively DC 19: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Hakak feels the Destroyer's power rip and tear at his toil-blade. The metal ripples and and shakes, but the Voice of Zagresh is weak and puny, and his Rull-song does no harm! Nevertheless, the shaman of the Twisted Nail hauls himself to his feet, using his greataxe as a crutch. Strike!

AoOs:

Hakak: Scyethe: 1d20 + 4 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 4 - 1 + 2 = 13
damage: 2d4 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (3, 2) + 6 - 1 = 10
Grell: claw: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 2 = 18
damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Grell and Hakak swing at the strike at once, ready to bring Shrogkar to his god's domain. The scythe cuts through the air, cutting into the shaman's back, nearly severing is spine. The warcat of Rull roars and flicks a single paw forward. Her claws catch deep into the belly of the Voice of Zagresh and she pulls towards her, opening his guts and spilling his entrails on the ground. He roars in agony and staggers on his shattered leg. Holding himself up by his greataxe. Hah! Mighty Zagresh fills me with his power! I will take you with me! You who are not even a tribe! The Twisted Nail shall rise with the power of Uskroth! We shall make slaves of whelps of the Empty Hand and all who honor the Flood Truce! The Pinkskin earth-soweres will not stop us!

damage counter:

Grell: 11 (at 2 hp)
Shrogkar: 33 (ferocity, he gets 1 action per round at the price of 1 hp per round)
Gurtru: 23 (ferocity, she gets 1 action per round at the price of 1 hp per round)
Hakak: 4, 2 STR damage

The battle is effectively over. Gurtru is bleeding out and so is Shorgkar. Alive people: the 2 guardsmen (they're just unconscious) and Drazgur (who is chained up literally like a dog); each hut also contains a cowering female orc (in various states of pregnancy) and a whelp. You can do all the horrible things you want. Also, railroady time, I dropped a clue for the next place to go to after you're done getting your tribe on


+2 init
AC|HP:
{HP:70|E:74/74}{AC:28|T:17|FF:26}
{Character look} Current AC:26
Saves|Skills:
{R:+9|F:+8|W:+9} {intim+20}{Stealth+5}{K(all)+8}{Perception+8}

"choot stop their bleeding and make sure the gift inside is alive leave those two over there, death is worthless to them...let's be on our way a we will be bonded as a tribe soon" thoku pulls out two manacles and locks them on the now broken nails chief and the female

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Grell, warcat of Rull companion:
hp 61/61 | AC 21, T 11, FF 19 | Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +2 | Acrobatics +11, Perception +5, Stealth +9 | Current animal focus: None
Razorbeak:
hp 31/31 | AC 16, FF 13, T 13
Male half-orc Hunter (Packmaster) 7 | hp 70/70 | AC 22 26, T 12, FF 21 | Fort +8, Ref +7, Will +6 | Animal focus 7/7 min | Perception +17, Survival +13

"Grell, here." Kern says, calling Grell off of the injured orcs. She retreats to him, limping heavily from her injuries. "Choot, once we've subdued those two, my cat is severely injured. I do not currently have any healing spells available to me."


Shakraal grimaces despite herself, and lays her life-ender down to tend to the wyrd-hag's prize. Aided by her eldritch mask she examines the womb-sacrifice.

Heal: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 2 = 24 [+3 Wis, +2 mask]

As she does so, Shakraal whispers to Gurtru, a cooing questioning tone...

"Mother, where is Uskroth now?"


Male Shadow's Status | Orc Cleric 3 (Undead Lord) /Sorcerer 4 (Ghoul Touched Bloodline) | HP=72/72 | 7/7 Channels | AC=20 | Init. +2 | F +7 | R +3 | W +12 | Per +6 | Cold Resistance 5

Choot cackles maniacally, "I will do what I can but this is a glorious battle, relish in the power of the Destroyer!"

Seeing Shakraal has already tended to the woman and the prize in her belly, Choot begins working on the other wounded, well not all of them of course, it would not do well after all to undo too much of the Destroyer's works....

Heal Check on Grell 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Heal Check on Shrogkar 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18


Dreadmasque'd Shakraal wrote:

Shakraal grimaces despite herself, and lays her life-ender down to tend to the wyrd-hag's prize. Aided by her eldritch mask she examines the womb-sacrifice.

[dice=Heal]1d20 + 3 + 2 [+3 Wis, +2 mask]

As she does so, Shakraal whispers to Gurtru, a cooing questioning tone...

"Mother, where is Uskroth now?"

Shakraal places her hand on the gravid orc's swelling and feels the hexcrafter's spawn writhe inside her womb. Gurtru hisses and tries to back away, but stops as more blood erupts from her wounds.

Uskroth dwells with the Twisted Heart. His hammer pounded nails into hearts and sent them through the last wall of man. Hope slays whelps, and blood marches above his cave. Seek him, Kringsdaughter, and meet your doom!

The witch doctor pulls back and spits in Shakraal's third eye. You will burn, Kringsdaughter! Your whole tribe will be made slaves when the war comes!


Choot Othul wrote:

Choot cackles maniacally, "I will do what I can but this is a glorious battle, relish in the power of the Destroyer!"

Seeing Shakraal has already tended to the woman and the prize in her belly, Choot begins working on the other wounded, well not all of them of course, it would not do well after all to undo too much of the Destroyer's works....

Heal Check on Grell 1d20+2

Heal Check on Shrogkar 1d20+2

The Destroyer hates stitchwork. It is the craft of Dretha to bring life into the world. Nulgreth is bound to make them strong and fill them with rage. Varg gives them weapons of war. Selzarian and Verek give guile and skill. Rull gives food that life may thrive. It is the will of the Destroyer to end that work. He is the Doom of All Things. Life must end. Mountains must crumble. Even the cursed Burning Angel must die the final death. Only Selzarian's smoke may blind the eyes of Dread Zagresh and let the slain walk still among the living.

But, it often the will of the Destroyer to let the mighty live that they may deliver more to his terrible hoard. Thus, Choot feels his god's pleasure as he tends fierce Grell's wounds. He takes sinew from one of the slain guards and ties it to a tusk. He pulls the sinew through the tears in Grell's skin, binding the wounds close. Then, he places a dagger into a fire, reddening it to a white hot and touches it to the smaller wounds, searing them closed.

Next, he comes to Shrogkar. The priest pulls way, but his shattered leg doesn't let him go far. Choot roughly shoves the priest's entrails back into his chest and staples the wound shut with more tusks. It's a poor job, but Shrogkar does not need to live for long. He will survive long enough for questioning.


hp 38/38 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | CMB: +8, CMD: 20 | Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +7 | Init +4 | Perc +9, Darkvision 60 ft.
Druid Spells:
2nd (3/day)--Barkskin, Bull's Strength, Bull's Strength | 1st (4/day)--Burning Disarm, Entangle*, Longstrider, Magic Fang* | 0th (4/day, at will)--Create Water, Detect Magic, Detect Poison

Hakak checked Fleshripper for wounds, then began making the rounds of the dead to collect tusks and manhood.

"We are few to keep thralls and whelps. We should sell the thralls so they spread word of our might. The whelps... We are too few to prove ourselves and raise them in strength yet. They would fetch a poor price. None will remember their words, hearing only their weakness. I have the thought we should give them to the gods, and each take one of their skulls to wear. Then whelps we take later, when more are ours, will know that their lives are our gift."


+2 init
AC|HP:
{HP:70|E:74/74}{AC:28|T:17|FF:26}
{Character look} Current AC:26
Saves|Skills:
{R:+9|F:+8|W:+9} {intim+20}{Stealth+5}{K(all)+8}{Perception+8}

thoku looks at the broken tribe and can see the potential enemys among them and the future worriers as well

"no Hakak i do not fear the future i will make it..."

with those words thoku lifts up Shrogkar with his still enlarged form they can be seen by all who dare look at him. In a booming voice Thoku speaks

"I AM THOKU THE BLOODIED ONE AND I HAVE BROKEN YOU, NOW I TAKE YOUR TUSK SO THE LAST FEW MOMENTS YOU HAVE LEFT OF LIFE YOU WILL KNOW THE ETERNAL HOARD WILL NEVER WELCOME YOU'RE PATHETIC FORM"

with that he rips the tusk out of Shrogkar's jaw and drops him to the ground. Thoku turns his back to him as he is no longer worthy of notice, thoku looks at the others around him with a grim look

intim{for flavor}: 1d20 + 16 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 16 + 4 = 35i really need to get dazzling display lol

"take her and we will leave this place as is there will be many more voctorys ahead and as it stands now the excrement of this camp is not worth our time..."


hp 18/18 | AC 12, T 12, FF 10 | CMB: -1, CMD: 11 | Fort +4, Ref +4, Wis +6 | Init +4 | Perc +4, Darkvision 60 ft

"Yes let us return victorious and claim our place as a premier tribe! These weaklings deserve to suckle the dust of the earth for their last breaths."


Thoku the Bloodied One wrote:

thoku looks at the broken tribe and can see the potential enemys among them and the future worriers as well

"no Hakak i do not fear the future i will make it..."

with those words thoku lifts up Shrogkar with his still enlarged form they can be seen by all who dare look at him. In a booming voice Thoku speaks

"I AM THOKU THE BLOODIED ONE AND I HAVE BROKEN YOU, NOW I TAKE YOUR TUSK SO THE LAST FEW MOMENTS YOU HAVE LEFT OF LIFE YOU WILL KNOW THE ETERNAL HOARD WILL NEVER WELCOME YOU'RE PATHETIC FORM"

with that he rips the tusk out of Shrogkar's jaw and drops him to the ground. Thoku turns his back to him as he is no longer worthy of notice, thoku looks at the others around him with a grim look

[dice=intim{for flavor}]1d20+16+4i really need to get dazzling display lol

"take her and we will leave this place as is there will be many more voctorys ahead and as it stands now the excrement of this camp is not worth our time..."

Thoku grabs Shogrkar's tusks and pulls. The shaman's jaw extends out grotesquiely as the bone shatters and the Bloodied One's hands jerk back with two large tusks dripping flesh and bone.

The Voice of Zagresh howls in agony and clutches his ruined jaw. He curses the Bloodied One's name, as Thokue and his tribemates leave the ruined camp of the Twisted Nail with their prize and winnings.

If you guys want to RP grabbing your chattel, go for it, along with whoever you want to leave alive, other than Shrogkar. The Twisted Nail aren't destroyed, far from, this was just their token piece present at the Flood Truce. The main tribe is still in the SW of Belkzen near Trunau.

If you guys want to further interrogate Gurtru and Shrogkar, you can do that, too. Gurtru dropped some rather cryptic things on your hinies. I say this because.... gurtru probably won't survive the ritual

Every slave and survivor of the tribe bows their head and obeys the greater might of Thoku and his tribe. They make an impressive sight as they march back to camp of the Defiled Corpse.


Grell, warcat of Rull companion:
hp 61/61 | AC 21, T 11, FF 19 | Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +2 | Acrobatics +11, Perception +5, Stealth +9 | Current animal focus: None
Razorbeak:
hp 31/31 | AC 16, FF 13, T 13
Male half-orc Hunter (Packmaster) 7 | hp 70/70 | AC 22 26, T 12, FF 21 | Fort +8, Ref +7, Will +6 | Animal focus 7/7 min | Perception +17, Survival +13

As the group walks, Kern will interrogate Grutru, playing the good guy, whispering to her. "It will ease your suffering and that of your whelp if you answer my questions. I can see to it that your pain is righteous and quick, instead of long and drawn out, and that you die with honor and not a mewling wretch. Tell me of your home tribe, of your leader and the strength he has behind him. And tell me why your people decided to break the Flood Truce to attack us."


Male Shadow's Status | Orc Cleric 3 (Undead Lord) /Sorcerer 4 (Ghoul Touched Bloodline) | HP=72/72 | 7/7 Channels | AC=20 | Init. +2 | F +7 | R +3 | W +12 | Per +6 | Cold Resistance 5

Choot claims the scrolls and grins in delight as he is now able to read the arcane scrolls.

"The Destroyer blesses me! My blood has been quickened, now more than ever am I his servant!"

Choot approaches Shrogkar and whispers in his ear, "You have been deemed unworthy. As a faithful servant of the Destroyer I will do you one courtesy, I shall allow you to live on through me, one who is worthy. Perhaps in the next cycle of life after death, you will hav learned something eh?"

Choot draws his dagger and cuts out Shrogkar's heart, in the least efficient manner possible causing the most pain praising the Devourer every step of the way. Once complete, Choot will consume the organ hopefully while it still has a few beats left!

"Dust to dust", he intones and stands ready to leave the campsite of the Twisted Nail.


sorry I went to update, and the site was down, then I was out of tech radius for the whole day..


Sheogkar spits defiance as Choots makes the cuts, saving his cries of pain until the very end. But, even then, he is unmanned! His howl of agony is a weak and puny thing, not the mighty roar of a warrior, but a the sobs of one of the tuskless pigskins. In the end, he lasts long enough to see Choot pull his still-beating heart from the gaping wound in his chest and take a large bite from the organ. Blood runs free down Choot's chin as the want life and power enters his body. He feels himself grow stronger, and his blood charge with electricity. The Destroyer is pleased with his faithful slave!

Gurtru stumbles as she walks to her doom in Thartor's tent. Her legs are weak from blood loss and Shakrall's skills with Dretha's craft. She holds one hand beneath her belly to support her gravid womb. Whether the Whelp-Burner seeks to protect her spawn, or simply ease her burden is unclear.

Still, she barks a laugh as Keen speaks soft words to her! your soft words unman you, warrior! Were you among the True Orcs, you would be a feast for our whelps, fit only to strengthen the weakest of our tribe! The Twisted Nail do not honor the Flood Truce! Zagresh commands us to test our people with combat so that only the strong survive and the weak are culled from the Hordes!

She flexed her shattered fingers, but the ruined bones cannot form even the most simple of gestures. [/b] We strengthen our blood with the might of the Tall Ones, and enslave our pigskin spawn to betray the tuskless behind their stone walls! We are crafty and strong! Even now, our slaves ready themselves to strike and bring low the pinkskins, that we may enter the home of Hero Chief Uskroth! We came here to search for an ancient hoard strengthened with Selzarian's smoke! We found only weakness and peace-lovers! We will take what little strength you have and make it our own, and raise your whelps as ours.[/b].

Gurtru turns her blindfolded eyes towards the hunter and spits at a Kern's face. we shall wear your hides and feed your manhood to our slaves! With the might of the Hero Chief we can make the Tall Ones ours once again, and rule Belkzen as of old!

She cackles the mad laugh the doomed. It is a horrid phlegmatic sound, filled with blood and the scars of years spent breathing weird vapors. Makosh plus Grenseldek for a fool! She believes herded the master, but we hold the leash! Once we have the power, we shall forge collars about their necks and they will serve us as beasts forever!

Her cackles follow the whelpling tribe to Thartor's tent. The voice of Zagresh steps from the maw of the dead giant as the Selzarian's lights flicker faintly in the sky. You sacrifice a female hexcrafter to the Destroyer? You would bind your tribe with the blood of a weakling!

He roars with rage and lifts his greatclub in both hands, prepared to strike off your heads... Better talk fast!

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