The mad druid listens to the augury. His storm-like blue eyes boring into the slave. Adterwards, Arkhan nods his hooded head.
The sword, the sword can sway some giants to do as you want, my chief!
Ozak listens to the strange words coming from the dead body with a frown and a raised eyebrow.
When the voice stops, he looks around. "Yeah, okay. That's good, right? Good. Let's get ready then."
Choot grins as once again, the wisdom of the Gods proves he and his advice the best course of action once more!
This is what the Orc should be. The Doomspeaker gives a smug smile as he surveys all from the right hand of the Chieftain...
The chief grins as the two warriors stand firm in his gaze. Thoku stands and takes a step forward. "You a right to keep your steel in my gaze, you have brought me good knowledge that can be we can use to garner our victory. Step forward and take this gift" As the warriors step up and take a knee, the bloodied one flexes his massive claws that seam to give off a smoke like red aura. The in a swift motion he drives the claws into they're chest. A moment passes as the warriors skin takes a red hue and they take the gift of blood their chief has bestowed onto them.
Then the chief looks to his fist "So first lets make use of this great blade and take a few giants. We will need more information on the layout of the valley and any hidden areas we can use to trap them. Tell me where should we start"
Cackling madly to himself, Arkhan begins preparations for the journey.
Mighty Thoku speaks, and his words are obeyed. As soon as the Burninga Angel is ripped from the blue cavern, slaves collapse the tents and pile them into carts and their backs and begin hauling them north beneath the whips of their drivers, each bearing the marks of Lanistra on their chest. They are a mighty horse! The dust from the warriors' marching feet chokes out the light of Sezelrian's torches! The smoke of their cook fires shrouds the Burning Angel, creating soothing shadow during the day.
The horde marches for ten and ten days, following the great river Esk to the north and west to the promise of war and conquest! Finally, on the last day, as Nulgreth rips the Burning angel from the great cavern, staining the roof of the world with her life's waters, the Trive of the Bleeding Storm crests a small rise and sees the Fort above them. It is a squat thing, carved of the swirling black and red rock of the Mindspin Mountains. It's towers and keep sit on a raised crop of land, next to a blood-red lake. They have arrived!
Arkhan watches the skies, the ground, the fauna, attempting to determine what type of wildlife would be familiar to the area.
Choot turns to Thoku, "Mighty Chieftain I believe that now is the time for our deadliest Hunter to scout the terrain to find the advantage in where to ambush these Giants. He and his animals never fail!"
"We need to find a way to contact the orcs without the Giants knowing we're there."
Arkhan spots several ravens swirling about the towers of the fort. He recalls seeing the scat of a few wolves on their way to the fort. He
also knows that buzzards would frequent the area, too
"We could take a small patrol. The Chieftain and I have magics that allow us to disguise ourselves quite effectively and infiltrate that way..."
I can transform into one of these area animals to scout also.
The great chief ponders on the situation "No send scouts in every direction and when they return have them tell all they have seen in as much detail as they can to our earth carvers. i want a detailed layout of the area. If it comes to a fight i want as much tactical advantage as we can"
Kern nods at Thoku and sends Razorbeak into the air, seeing through his eyes to scope out the area in detail.
Razorbeak takes wing and Grell darts off at their master's command. Behind them, six warriors pound their chests at Thoku's order, and rush off to scout the fort. By dawn, the warriors return. They speak of giants on the inner walls of the fort, at least twelve. The outer walls are manned only by orcs. They heard the roar of bears and the cheers of warriors as they made sport.
The outer walls are smooth, but they can be scaled if one is skilled and has the Rat God's own luck. The dam is a weak structure, and anyone with Varg's craft can break it . They could not get it, but they heard several warriors grumbling and cursing the giants of the inner fort.
Imagine these orcs are easily turned.
Your servant, great chief, can blot out the cursed burning angel to allow us to confront the giants. Then you may seize control of some for latter use., laughs the mad druid.
Kern nods. "We should make use of our new item, and gain control of one or more of the giants."
Kern nods. "We should make use of our new item, and gain control of one or more of the giants."
"They will be our slaves," Jugag said.
Shoot remains silent, death is on his mind this day.
"And then make them fight one another. Heh. Divide and Conquer. I like it!"
"So who will wield this treacherous weapon?"
Kern's beasts find a likely quarry: a group of three ogres stalking about the outside of the fort.
[ooc]You can set up for them however you want.
The druid approaches each member of the Fist.
Gather around. Rull will guard your eyes from the cursed Sun.
Arkhan casts Cloak of Shade.
"My beasts have found us three ogres that we may be able to use to our advantage. They are not the most powerful of giant-kin, but they should perform adequately for our purposes. What do you think? Suggestions on approach, my Chief?"
"The Ogres will see us as just another set of Orcs no doubt. We should approach them as craven as possible and then spring our trap upon them.
Best to disable them all and let the magic of the Blade take control of their minds. From there we can use them to inflame a fight between our people, or those who will soon be our people and the Giants.
In that confusion, when the wheat has been separated from the chaff, shall we strike. This is my counsel".
Arkhan readies himself for the fun.
Kern will cast barkskin when Arkhan does.
these are the dumbest ogres ever in the history of ever!
The Tribe of the Bleeding Storm approach the ogres with skill and craft of Verex's gift. They bear the false banner of the weaklings the Twisted Nail, and, though it shames them, the tribe hides their proud strength and banner, baring their necks as slaves of the giants. The ogres, barely more than stupid animals, laugh at the pathetic display, stoking the bloodlust and fury of the Bleeding Storm!
It is that moment when they strike!
Arkhan Silvinesti:
Choot Othul:
Jugag:
Kern Dead-Eye:
Ozak:
Thoku Blood Drinker:
Ogres:
everyone: cloak of shade for 5 hours no one takes penalties for fighting in the sun
arkhan: Barkskin 50/50 min
Kern: Barkskin 50/50 min
Kern puts his hand on the famed hammer Agrimmosh, knowing that a true strike with it will reduce these giants to orc-size. He then uses Agrimmosh to cast enlarge person on himself.
He then tells Grell and Razorbeak "Hold."
Choot unleashes a Ray upon the Ogres to sap their vaunted strength. Choosing the largest the black ray strikes the largest of the foes!
Arkhan looks up to the skies. The Storm druid points at the lead ogre, causing a black cloud, filled with the flash lightning and the peel of thunder, to cover his brutish face.
,
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Jugag laughed as he struck his bow with a smaller bone and smoke rushed out of it.
Ozak rushes at the ogre.
"Hear the song of Varg!"