"break these fools and do it quick leave none to talk..." thoku commands his tribe
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"We will do as you ask, chieftan."
Kern charges human number 1, swinging his axe down viciously. Grell follows, but can't quite get there fast enough to attack.
Thugs: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Choot Othul: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Kraq Skysplitter: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Hakak: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Thoku Blood Drinker: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Shakraal Kringsdaughter: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Kern Dead-Eye: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
The tribe of the Bleeding Storm stand off against six human thugs across the worked stone of Trunau's lower market square. They stand south of the gates, flanked by a blacksmith and something called an apothecary. At the far end, a barber's shop stands cold and dark against the night. The guards are silent this night and the houses are dark. Only the Chiefs of Fire and Blood shall bear witness to the Tribe's deeds.
Fiends! Amateur cannibals! Slaves to weak passion! Tuskless vermin, that prey on the weakest."[b] Shakraal's words burn in the air like Sezelrian's fire. Her curses and insults cut at their honor, but the humans are so cowardly they do not notice! Their blood does not boil with the rage of insult. Their is no metal in their bones, no spirit that yearns for the Blood God's gifts. No, instead, the tuskless move above the small square between orc and man, laughing and swinging their blades to loosen tight muscles.
[b]Bloody orcs, should have known you would take their side! For years, orcs have taken from us! They eat our children, steal our crops, rape our women. We need to slaughter every one of them. Trunau must be pure! One of the thugs shouts. The others nod as they move.
Choot shouts at the "Orcs", "You lot, away from that boy! And wipe that paint off of your faces, all know that true Orcs have mighty tusks which you sorely lack! Do not make me teach you a lesson..."
The humans laugh at the words of Zagresh's slave! This spit in the face of the Destroyer, lift their warfangs high!
the hunted cheats steps forward audibly cracking his neck as smoke and fire below from under his hood here ups with a mighty roar revealing his massive rent Forum
"" the mighty thoku shouts as he drags his claws across his muscular chest drawing blood, causing it to float eerily around him granting him protection.
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Hakak bid Fleshripper charge with a swift kick to the flank, then called on the might of the Earth to unman these false orcs. The dinosaur raced after the lead false one.
Thugs: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Choot Othul: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Kraq Skysplitter: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Hakak: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Thoku Blood Drinker: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Shakraal Kringsdaughter: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Kern Dead-Eye: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Hakak bids Fleshripper charge with a swift kick to the flank, then calls on the might of the Earth to unman these false orcs. The beast snarls and snaps at the earth-speaker's leg, but it heeds its master's command, and the dinosaur races after the lead false one. The beast leaps into the air, clamping hard on the warrior's neck. Fangs sink deep into soft human flesh, and the beast drinks deep the the weak power of manflesh.
Vines and roots burst up from the soil, thrashing through the air and crawling up the houses of Trunau. Mighty Hakak has made even the earth itself his slave! The vines and roots obey their master and wrap tight above the feet of the humans, binding them to the ground!
DC 13
The pathetic humans gaze in shock as nature seems to turn against them! And, all save one are trapped by Hakak's slaves.
Fierce Thoku steps forward, audibly cracking his neck as smoke and fire billow from under his hood and finishes with a mighty roar revealing his massive red form.
The humans gasp in horror and scurry back as much as the plants will allow. The sweet scent of human waters fills the air. They are unmanned by the terrible power of the Tribe.
End these imposters" the mighty Thoku shouts as he drags his claws across his muscular chest drawing blood, causing it to float eerily around him granting him protection.
We will do as you ask, chieftan." Kern launches himself against the human Fleshripper feasted on. His warclaw cuts through the air in a powerful arc, cuttign deep into the human male, and nearly parting his manhood from his body!
Thoku's self appointed lieutenant suges forward, her might increasing as she drops the facade of civilized demanour, and draws her mighty blade in her oversized grip.
Free Action Enter Rage
Move Action Move to J7, drawing blade.
Thugs: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Choot Othul: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Kraq Skysplitter: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Hakak: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Thoku Blood Drinker: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Shakraal Kringsdaughter: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Kern Dead-Eye: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Shakraal roars with bloodlust and rage, her body swelling with the power of her blood. She draws her warfang and advances on her prey.
STrength Check to break free
DC 13
The human scum claw and tear at the roots clinging to their boots and legs. But, only one has the strength to pull himself free of Hakak's slaves. The other man, clambers through the writhing vines and cowardly hacks at Fleshripper's flank.
crit?
crit
x2 = 6
Cowardly though his spirit is, his thews are mighty! He swings his warclaw a in a wicked arc and cuts deep into Fleshripper's side. Steel parts scale and lizard flesh like teeth and the dinosaur's power drips out onto the stones of the courtyard.
Thoku charges forward on all fours like a red demon of rage bitting into the human imposter
Thokus mighty jaws hold tight as he twist with his bite attempting to knock the an down to his proper place...
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Kern and Grell rip into the pitiful human in front of them.
Choot hisses as the human resist his spell. He then weaves his hands in an arcane pattern speaking in tongues and launches something at the men they cannot resist brute force!
Magic Missile
Hakak roared with hate as Fleshripper wheeled on the man who dared mar his flesh and attacked.
As his spineback battles, Hakak rushed forward.
Round 2
Double-move to 10-O.
Round 2
Double-move to 10-O.
Is she enlarged now?
Thugs: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Choot Othul: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Hakak: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Thoku Blood Drinker: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Shakraal Kringsdaughter: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Kern Dead-Eye: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Thoku fell to all fours, his claws plant into the cobbles, digging up fragments into the air. Like a great warbull, he kicks at the stones, snorting flame and soot to fuel the spell-shield that surrounds him. Sezelerian's smoke clings to mighty Thoku's thews, and he charges forward, maw open and razor fangs and tusks bared. Saliva and froth drip from his fangs. With a sickening crunch, the great chief of the Bleeding Storm clams his mighty jaws about one of the thug's legs and it shatters into splinters. Blood explodes about the wounds, and the Bloodied-One tastes the sweet power of his prey as it pours down his gullet.
CMD 14, Trip = 17. TRIPPED!
The weak human screams in agony, and falls to the ground clutching at his ruined leg! The thug whimpers and looks up into crouching Thoku in fear, cowed and crawling in the dust like the slave he is.
Choot hisses as the human resist his spell. He then weaves his hands in an arcane pattern speaking in tongues and launches something at the men they cannot resist: brute force! Dark light spills out from between Choot's tusks. Sezelrian's smoke billows before him, glowing with shadowy flame. He spits, and the shadow-light flies through the air, blasting one of the thugs in the chest.
Hakak roars with hate as Fleshripper wheels on the man who dared mar his flesh and attacks! Once more, Fleshripper's fangs tear deep into the prone the thug. He pulls back to adjust for claws, and sprays blood and flesh into the air. The weak human gasps for air, choking on his blood, and the light passes from his eyes. Fleshripper roars and wheels on the other human, but his claws slip in the entrails of his prey he strikes only air.
Shakraal, Grell, and Hakak rush forward, ready to make battle and offer blood and Rull-noises to mighty Nulgreth! With a fierce roar, Grell joins her master and the two fall upon the weak human who dared pose as a mighty orc! Grell grabs the weakling's legs in her mighty jaw, shattering his hips and pinning him place as Kern swings his axe and splits his head in twain!
Come on! We can't let't them win! We can still win this! One of them calls out and the others roar approval. They have no choice. Hakak's smoke has bound their feet, and they cannot fight free of his slaves.
Two of the weaklings rush Grell and swing their warfangs at her armored hide.
crit?
nope
They grunt with the effort, but it they are weak and puny things. Nothing like the great Rull-noises and shouts of battle offered to the Blood God when the tribes make war upon each other. Only one blade parts Grell's fur. The wound is deep, but she is a strong beast, and still stands to fight beside her master.
Grell snarls as the axe bites into her leg, and her master comes to her aid, stepping toward the puny humans.
Choot's eyes burn in rage as his enemy fails to fall, he strikes him again hoping for greater effect this time.
Magic Missile
Roaring her fury, the wyrdwarrior pounds her chest, her awesome scarring pulsing and rippling a keloid shielding. Shakraal leaps to obliterate her weak foe - passion outmasters her, and the blow screams wide.
Round 3
Swift Action Initiate Scarshield (+1 AC)
Move Action Move to 10-T
Standard Action: Slash puny human.
[+1 BAB, +3 Str, -1 Large weapon, +1 mwk]
[+3 TH Strength]
Hakak snarled. They must all die. He would taste their blood and cast their weak manhoods at the feet of the manflesh of Trunau. He would have their women and feast on their children, save perhaps one he would keep as a thrall. It would be good to beat a thrall. He threw himself at the nearest foe.
Fleshripper stepped to Hakak's flank to continue the slaughter.
Thoku tears across the field laughing at the thought of blood flowing
Throwing caution to fate, and metal to blood, Shakraal likewise rips her battle-talon skyward then down in a furious sweep...obliterating muscle, sinew, bone and spirit in an awesome spray of blood and viscera. The witch-warrior revels and is exultant!!!
Round 4
Full Round Action: Charge to R-10 to attack human in S-9
[+1 BAB, +3 Str, +1 mwk, -1 Large weapon, +2 charge]
[+4 TH Str]
Free Action: Exult!!!!
[Round 3]
Thugs: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Choot Othul: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Hakak: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Thoku Blood Drinker: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Shakraal Kringsdaughter: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Kern Dead-Eye: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Choot's eyes burn in rage as his enemy fails to fall, he strikes him again hoping for greater effect this time. Once more, Sezelrian’s smoke billows from his mouth. He speaks with the crackling tongue of the Fire God, and his words take form! The smoke hardens into a tiny stone of pure darkness that the slave of Zagresh spits with hateful power. The shadow-stone hurls through the air and shatters again one of the wounded thugs’ legs. The sound bone snapping rings through the air and the man howl in agony as his leg bends at an odd angle. Only the vines behinding his steps to the ground keep him standing.
Kern sneers with contempt as master and beast descend on the weakling. Kern’s warfang misses his foe’s head completely, as the meat cringes in pain, clutching its ruined limp. Grell rears up from the side, claws and fangs bared like the great warcat of Rull she is! She fang and claw tear into the human, and she drinks deep the blood of her prey! A ruined husk, the man falls to the ground. They shall have manflesh tonight!
Hakak snarls. They must all die. He will taste their blood and cast their weak manhoods at the feet of the manflesh of Trunau! He will have their women and feast on their children, save perhaps one he would keep as a thrall. It will be good to beat a thrall. He throws himself at the nearest foe with wild glee, Nulgreth’s gift burning in his blood. His grain-hewer makes many offerings to the Blood God as he tears a great cut in the human’s flesh. The manling offers up his own music to the Rull-Song. It is a weak, and puny thing, but it is good, still. His pain proves the might of the Orc! Fleshripper pounces on his master’s prey, easily taking advantage of the manling’s weakness. Fang and claw tear and savage at human skin. Entrails spill upon the ground as a claw opens up the human’s belly. He falls like hewn grain amidst a pool of his own leavings.
Dread Thoku, chieftain of the Bleeding Storm, charges across the battlefield like a great beast of destruction. He makes loud his Rull-Song and clamps his great maw about the legs of the ensnared human! Bone shatters between his mighty jaws and he tastes sweet blood as his fangs rend flesh. With a mighty heave of his great neck, the Blood-Drinker pulls the human to the ground!
Throwing caution to fate, and metal to blood, Shakraal likewise rips her battle-talon skyward then down in a furious sweep...obliterating muscle, sinew, bone and spirit in an awesome spray of blood and viscera. The witch-warrior revels and is exultant!!
There are but two humans left. One who lays at the feet of Mighty Thoku, ruined and crippled, as meat before the butcher. And, the mewling child the humans thought to slay and bring ruin to the orcs of Trunau. By right of conquest its life is yours, to do with as the great chief of the tribe pleases. By right of conquest, the survivor belongs to the tribe as well: meat or thrall, corpse or fame-spreader.
Choot approaches the human child, "Go little calf. Tell those who you suckle from that humans tried to kill humans but half men have saved you this night!"
Choot turns back to Thoku, "Mighty Thoku, shall we take the survivor with us, perhaps he can explain this strange behavior! The rest we leave here to rot for the humans to find"
Shakraal watches the human-child with interest.
"We should have kept that one and added it to the tribe. No matter, we probably would have ended up offering it to one of the sky-ones."
Shakraal watches the human-child with interest.
"We should have kept that one and added it to the tribe. No matter, we probably would have ended up offering it to one of the sky-ones."
The boy gulps and runs off into the night. Only to thump into a solid wall of muscle of a very grim-looking half-orc.
The boy gulps and runs off into the night. Only to thump into a solid wall of muscle of a very grim-looking half-orc.
A large grey-skinned half orc, with tribal scars that mark him as not from the Hold of Belkzen (though part of a Gorumite warrior cult), stares down at the young boy.
"Oho! What do we have here? Running away from something? Or to something?"
He picks the boy up by the scruff of the neck.
"Hey! Is this yours?" the half-orc says as he steps into the firelight.
"You shouldn't let them run around loose. I hear there are orcs about! HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR!"
The orc stands about 6'5" and is muscular, though not remarkably so for the orc race. His grey skin and dark hair streaked with wisps of white suggest he is of the orcs of the subarctic. His large tusks have been engraved with scrimshaw work depicting dragons coiling around them.
He wears maroon-and-black armor made of thick leather plates stitched together; the plates themselves have ragged edges that look like they were bitten rather than cut with a knife. The rest of his clothing looks like it is made of caribou skins, while he also wears a grey woollen cloak. Over his shoulder he hefts a worn but sturdy-looking double axe, with a haft covered in strips of white scaly leather.
"I greet you all; I am Ozak Daggertooth, Grandson of One-Eye and great-great-grandson of the Great Kolthax Daggertooth. Well, I admit you probably haven't heard of them around here, so I suppose those names don't mean much. I am no longer with my tribe since my uncle took charge. Nowadays I am an axe-for-hire."
Ozak looks around at the carnage. "Hmm... looks like I missed a good fight. Too bad. Who were they?"
"...and why are they made up to look like orcs?"
Thoku crouches and looks at the human square and his eyes with nothing but a breath of distance between them. He inhales deeply the soft human fear and wickedly grins
" I commend you 4 still trying to fight us even though victory was clear even though victory was clear moments into this battle. In the end like all soft races you showed your true colors when broken in on the floor. Instead of taking one last moment to attack and die with honor you fall and beg for your life. This is why your race is meant to be broken under the strong blood of an orc. Go to your pathetic God, and tell it one day he will die by the true power of the orc gods."
And with a quick motion of his powerful claw he slices the soft ones throat open so he may die choking on his own blood in fear.
Thoku turns to the new arrival and grins when he sees him holding the child that Weakness allowed to run away...
if only the boy could be trusted to keep his mouth shut. the mighty thoku thinks t himself.
"hand him here I'll see to the lad..."
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Shakraal peers through her mask at the newcomer, takes in his rustic apparel, battleforged scalearmor and....mighty thews. If she is pleased it is not immediately apparent - to prove merit takes more than an august entrance aided by muscle and weaponry... or the capture of mewling children.
Taking an attitude of haughty imperiousness learnt at her mother's knee, the warwyrd laughs throatily.
"Aye. Well met Daggertooth. You stand before the mighty Bleeding Storm - our laird Thoku will ascertain whether ye have the right to live yet in our presence. [here whips her head to the side and almost snarls to Thoku] Mayhap we need such a one as this, wise Bloody One?"
"hand him here I'll see to the lad..."
Ozak dumps the child on the ground in front of Thoku. "Now SIT!", he commands the child.
"Aye. Well met Daggertooth. You stand before the mighty Bleeding Storm - our laird Thoku will ascertain whether ye have the right to live yet in our presence."
Ozak's eyes narrow, and he lowers his axe to hold it loosely at his side. "Right to live? There's no such thing... whatever 'right' one has to life he earns with steel. I walked on foot across old Sarkoris. I know how to defend myself." Ozak grins as he looks around. "My Lord in Iron might approve of me trying to prove this against six... he might indeed."
"Mayhap we need such a one as this, wise Bloody One?"
Ozak looks over at Thoku, and his eyes go up. "You the boss then? If you're looking to hire me on, I hire out for a platinum a day, or a full share of the loot, whichever is more. And I don't do parade duty. Not that it looks like a problem with you guys."
Everyone knows the basics of the Daggertooth Tribe (reprinted from Ozak's post).
The Daggertooths are a tribe of orcs in the Ice Steppes north of Iobaria. A hundred years ago their leader Kolthax managed to form a coalition of orcs and formed a horde that sacked many towns in Northern Iobaria. He was known for his double axe and for slaying many beasts including the White Dragon Myricaryx. One-Eye was Kolthax's grandson and leader of the Daggertooths until recently. It is unlikely that news of his successor would have reached this far, but he has since been succeeded by his son Cromdarr (who is not Ozak's father).
The Bleeding Storm is not unknown to Ozak's ears. At the Flood Truce, they won much honor and fame by triumphing in all of the Trials they entered. They shamed the Twisted Nail whenever they met them, even slaughtering a powerful shaman and hex-speaker for the tribe. They have created eternal blood feud with the Twisted Nail in the name of Zagresh. Such is their prowess that many warriors have vowed to forsake their tribes and join the Bleeding Storm should Thoku put out the call. They are a small whelp of a tribe of half-breeds, but their shaman is a pure-blooded doom-tongue of the Destroyer. This, everyone agrees, is a good omen. Despite their small size, they have enslaved mighty beasts: battle-scales and even a mighty warcat of Rull. Such is their power that even their dead slaves pull themselves from the earth to serve as thralls.
Ozak stares down at the young boy. The human gulps and stares in wide-eyed horror at the orcs surrounding him. So he should, the Bleeding Storm are impressive, and filled with the power and boons of the Chiefs in Fire and Blood. The fumbles at his neck, but he is but a whelpling, too young to have a knife about his neck.
Oho! What do we have here? Running away from something? Or to something?
For a brief moment, defiance burns in the boy's eyes. Weak humans! They drive the strength from their children and make water-makers of them!
Hand him here I'll see to the lad..." The chief of the Bleeding Storm speaks, and the fire flees the boy's eyes. He turns and stares full-face in the blood-red fanged maw of the Bloodied One. Globs of flesh dangle from Thoku's mighty tusks and they still drip human blood.
Ozak dumps the child on the ground in front of Thoku. Now SIT!, he commands the child. Tears trickle down the boy's cheeks and he collapses to the wet stones. He lifts his hand in horror as he feels the blood spilling form the still gasping thug beside him.
"Boy, best do as he says. We have no reason to kill you, do not give us one. While you will find no compassion in such as us, if you show us your worth, you may become a servant." Kern does his best to calm the boy without showing weakness to his fellow orcs.
"Boy, best do as he says. We have no reason to kill you, do not give us one. While you will find no compassion in such as us, if you show us your worth, you may become a servant." Kern does his best to calm the boy without showing weakness to his fellow orcs.
"And if you fail, Fleshripper will eat your manhood," Hakak said cheerily. "Then it will prove of use."
"But enough weeping." Hakak walked over to the boy and dipped his hands in the blood and entrails. Then he painted them roughly across the boy's face and chest. Searching about the corpses, he found a likely looking morsel and cut it free. "Eat this or you will eat no more."
"Away with you" Thoku grunts to Hakak's words looks back into the boys eyes and grins "Well then boy you wish to be strong then take this sword and hold it pray to the blood god and see if he will here you" Thoku points to Ozak "there is the one who stopped you from running home show him what that means BOY take this and earn power"
He looks at Ozak "I dont take the week who would use the names of others to mean anything of their own strength. If you with to join what we want to to accomplish prove your own strength with your name and then I will talk of gold for blood is and away will be the first price..."
Kern frowns but will not go against his chieftan on this.
Boy, best do as he says. We have no reason to kill you, do not give us one. While you will find no compassion in such as us, if you show us your worth, you may become a servant. Kern does his best to calm the boy without showing weakness to his fellow orcs. Kern's words seem to soothe the boy, and he quits his weak whimpering.
And if you fail, Fleshripper will eat your manhood, Hakak says cheerily. Then it will prove of use.
But enough weeping. Hakak walks over to the boy and dips his hands in the blood and entrails. Then he paints them roughly across the boy's face and chest. Searching about the corpses, he finds a likely looking morsel and cuts it free. Eat this or you will eat no more. The boy's eyes widen as his bloodied hands run down his face and then are filled with manflesh. The whelp lurches and then his gorge wells up from his throat spilling out onto the stones of the soft city.
Away with you Thoku grunts to Hakak's words. He looks back into the boy's eyes and grins Well then, boy, you wish to be strong? Then take this sword and hold it! Pray to the Blood God and see if He will hear you Thoku points to Ozak. There is the one who stopped you from running home show him what that means BOY take this and earn power
He looks at Ozak I don't take the weak who would use the names of others to mean anything of their own strength. If you wish to join what we want to to accomplish, prove your own strength with your name and then I will talk of gold. For, blood is, and always will be, the first price...
The boy sits on the floor shaking in fear. He tries to hold the longsword up, but it fumbles form his weak grasp. He sits in stupefied horror amidst the blood of his attackers, vomit, viscera, and blood pooling about his legs.
Thoku looks at the boy grinning he lifts the dieing man's body and let's the blood drip onto the child's head "look at me this a rebirth for you use the strength of the men you killed and then you will no longer be afraid..."he growls
Looking to his tribe "let's go ether we will have a good fight with his in the future at any case he won't speak of what he did this night. Come ozak if you wish for glory ahaha"
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"Come ozak if you wish for glory ahaha"
Ozak shrugs. He slings his axe back over his shoulder and returns to his mule, laden with gear. He picks up the rope he was leading it with.
"So... where to?"
Thoku moves next to shakraal "you vouched for him, he fails you fail remember that" he warns her...
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Kern visibly sighs, glad to see the child wasn't harmed, though he tries to mask such feelings from his tribemates, trying to make it seem like a sigh of disappointment. His tribemates are likely unconvinced, however.
Shakraal raises her mask and opens her third eye at Thoku, winking it. She whispers to her august leader.
"Nay, I merely bade him well met, and said "Mayhap". Remember, all heard and understand that the final decision was and is always yours, blood leader. [ here closes her third eye dramatically and subtly inclines her head] Forsooth, I am but thy humble instrument."
The canny warcaster eyes the newcomer lazily, before returning her baleful gaze to Mighty Thoku.
"Pah. He will cleave many in twain under you. Worry not about him."
Choot seems bored by the entire affair and is relieved when the group may leave.
He walks near to Thoku,
Soon, the keen ears of the Bleeding Storm hear the rushing footfalls of armed guards. The Rull-song of their battle has finally roused the weak humans!
Soon, the keen ears of the Bleeding Storm hear the rushing footfalls of armed guards. The Rull-song of their battle has finally roused the weak humans!
He looks over at the others. "Company coming," he says. Ozak unlimbers his double-axe, and twirls it a moment in his right hand, as if checking the weight. "I'm game to stick around if you are. But if you don't want to stick around, then we'd better hurry."
Shakraal nods.
"Thoku - mighty as we are, the time is not right to tousle with every pinkskin, leadt not the town warriors. We teach them a firmer lesson once our stealth is completed..."
"Lets be off we have more important work to do before the sky burns with light" Thoku leaves...