Ozak puts the axe over his shoulder again and follows the others. He listens closely to the sounds of the night to be sure the human guardsmen are not following their trail.
Choot leads the group away from the scene of the battle and towards the Temple of the Female pinkskin Goddess.
Kern follows along, ready to defend his allies.
Choot leads the group away from the scene of the battle and towards the Temple of the Female pinkskin Goddess.
Correct. It's in the "inner tier" up on the top of the hill. At dawn you can go back up there.
"Chieftan, we will walk the perimeter but cannot get inside this night without battle..."
From under his heavy cloak thoku grows "bast it another night will be wasted in this weak city...but let's see if there is a way to get passed them without notice. I don't know how well you hid the entrance you have found but now that we know of it there is a chance it could be found by another..." thoku speaks so only the doom speaker can hear him
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There are several places you can camp over night.
1) Brinya Kelver's lodgings
2) the Bleeding Cleft--the orc tavern and inn
3) the Bramblehouse--the halfling boarding house. It'd be serviceable, but you'd have to put up with halflings
"I hear there's an Orcish tavern in town. Maybe we can head there? I have a hankerin' for some orcish cookin'."
From under his heavy cloak thoku grows "bast it another night will be wasted in this weak city...but let's see if there is a way to get passed them without notice. I don't know how well you hid the entrance you have found but now that we know of it there is a chance it could be found by another..." thoku speaks so only the doom speaker can hear him
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"Worry not Chieftan, Kern and I hid the place well plus the fools do not even know what it is they stand upon! This night we can plan for how to gain entrance tomorrow, perhaps we can use some of the locals as a diversion... They seem to be more favorable towards our enemies anyway. We can gain more slaves and adherents once we posses the riches below". Choot whispers back.
"The Bleeding Cleft. How...deliciously appropriate." Shakraal makes an obscene gesture with two of her fingers in a "v" in front of her mouth - of which only her dread mask ameliorates the full offensive visual connotations...
"The Bleeding Cleft. How...deliciously appropriate." Shakraal makes an obscene gesture with two of her fingers in a "v" in front of her mouth - of which only her dread mask ameliorates the full offensive visual connotations...
"Heh heh. Yah, sounds like my kind of place. Is it only open three days a month? *snort.* Where is it, anyway?"
The Bleeding Cleft is much as Hakak left it earlier that day. Torchers burn in holders pounded into the stone of the cave and a cookpit sends up the sweet smell of burning flesh mingled with the cold dust of earth and acrid stench of woodsmoke. True speech, not the bird-twitters of the softskins echoes against the stones, giving the ears of the Bleeding Storm a rest from the shrill squawking. Even at this late hour, servers wind their way through rough-hewn tables covered in platters of meat (some of which bare the bright green hide of roasted goblin) and flagons of ale.
The barkeep, a half-orc with a split tusk and a missing eye says that rooms are in back, and cost a copper a night.
Kern will wrinkle his nose at the blood grog and not have any of it. He and Grell will take a room if there are rooms to be had.
Nof one to purposefully lose her head, Shakraal will likewise avoid any drinking. She will also take a room, or share if we are all...roomies.
Note Shakraal isn't fond of being in this "city" and the concept of a "room" is foreign to her - the closeness probably scares her, but she would rather own that it is "distasteful" and "weak".
Choot will take a stiff drink and fall to sleep on the floor of the rented room to regain his strength for the next day.
Choot will take a stiff drink and fall to sleep on the floor of the rented room to regain his strength for the next day.
The rooms are typical for an orc cave dwelling: small cuts in a wall in the back, large enough to fit a half ogre lying down, but not big enough to walk into. The cuts, what humans would call "alcoves", are stacked three atop each other and accessed by foot holds and rough-hewn beams nailed to the rock. Choot sees the pile of skulls sacred to the Destroyer carved into one of the beds. Above the entryway, he spots crude wolves carved into the doorframe--these places are protected by Dretha, the Mother. It is right that a home is protected by the Birth Mother, in the inn all are one tribe.
Choot drinks his blood-grog (called grazj sharaigk in orc). It's good. Not as good as the brew from the Cleft Head, the chunks of curdled blood have separated too much from the liquid (it's basically runny bubble tea made from blood) but it still tastes the same. If anything, there is more alcohol in this than the stuff the Cleft Heads swill. If that tribe ever found this, they'd be completely useless.
Thoku moves right to the room "we have much to do wake early..."
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Thoku moves right to the room "we have much to do wake early..."
Ozak shrugs. Taking Thoku's warning seriously, he gets a tankard of ordinary ale (not wanting to have problems with a hangover in the morning) and then retires for the night.
Dawn comes and the Burning Angel once more spills her waters across the sky, staining the great dome of the Blue Cave a bloody red. The mouth-watering scent of roasting meat rouses the Bleeding Storm. Horses and the clamor of humans on the streets echoes through the Bleeding Cleft.
Screams and cries of outrage echo through the halls. Someone has found the dead "orcs".
Ozak rises early and hears the hubbub in the tavern. He dresses and heads out, looking around warily.
Ozak heads over to the bar, and asks the barkeep for an ale and whatever food they might have available. While sitting and eating, he tries to eavesdrop on what the other patrons are saying.
The barkeep, a heavily tattooed and scarred half-orc grunts as he plops a haunch of meat and a mug of ale in front of Ozak. As he eats, Ozak listens to the patrons. Most of them are talking about how six humans were found dead in the streets. A young boy said half-orcs were trying to kill him, and there was fighting. He swears other half-orcs and huamns came and killed the ones trying to kill him. But, no one's buying it. Six humans are done, and everyone's on their toes. No one loved the humans, apparently they were 'thugs'.
The Churches of Iomedae and Abadar are calling for calm, but one of the younger Iomedaean priests is trying to rally the hotheads and the guards into hunting for the killers. Everyone is sure the killers are half-orcs. No one's called for a witch-hunt, yet.
Ozak will nurse his ale and continue to keep an eye on the tavern common room while waiting for the others to arise.
Choot gets up and looks out at the sun with his human face "on".
He spends a full 15 minutes appearing to pray to Iomedae when all he is really doing is curing the orb burning in the sky, Choot prayed before bed in the dark that the Destroyer dwells in.
Once he heads back in he sits next to the groups new companion, "A fine day is it not?" He states, trying not to vomit in his own mouth being forced to play the role of a pinkskin.
Once he heads back in he sits next to the groups new companion, "A fine day is it not?"
Ozak looks at the stranger, one eyebrow raised. "I know you?"
Ozak's eyebrows go up. "Choot? I mean... *Achoo!* I get allergies this time of year. Yeah, nice day. Anything happening out there?"
"Just a bunch of weakling... err citizens going about their day", Choot responds.
Ozak snorts and takes another sip of ale, his eyes back on the room.
"Should we wake the others?"
"No need to wake this one." Shakraal stretches as she speaks, the wyrdwarrior's mask for the moment stowed for inconspicuosness. Shakraal inidcates the yapping of weakling tongues.
"The Bleeding Storm are somewhat heralded I see. It is of little consequence. We shall not tarry in this place of decrepitude."
Cloaked in human skin thoku walks passed his awaking tribe in a low voice he speaks as he walks by "let's be off I wish to be free of this city soon..."
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"As you wish, chieftan. Grell and I are ready to finish what we started."
"let's be off I wish to be free of this city soon..."
Ozak picks up his axe and slings his pack over his shoulder.
"So... where to?"
Choot approaches Thoku and whispers, "Chieftan, shall we arrange for a distraction to take advantage of what we have discovered?"
The Bleeding Storm rise with dawn, the cursed Burning Angel searing their eyes and spreading her foul waters across the sky. Ozak has heard much talk of their victory over the weaklings who dared pose as true orcs the night before. But, now, the time has come! The Tribe knows the final resting place of the Hero-Chief! They shall enter the tomb and plunder his wealth! The humans shall learn to fear the Tribe of the Bleeding Storm!
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Choot Othul wrote: Thoku the Bloodied One wrote: Or we each use 8 of our fame points and AND get a massive +220 to intim and +2 assist from each of you and we get the hoard to join our tribe `\_(^0^)_/' Hah! So is the plan to investigate the town, find the the Tomb all sneaky-like, report to Skreed and then go all Fame-Voltron (or as I like to put it: get your Lady Gaga on and form the Fame Monster) to steal the tribe, then attack the town and go in and raid the Tomb in the chaos? Cause, I like that plan. That's a seriously kickass idea.
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It is the third time the Burning Angel has cursed the sky with her birthing juices since the Bleeding Storm first entered the city of the soft skins. It is the time to meet with Daktani in the ruined temple of the sword-whore. The Tribe has no trouble leaving the home of the city-dwellers behind and making their way across the secret paths to the temple. Once more, they stand in the lower rooms with Daktani. He flexes and bears his neck to Thoku.
Chief, Skreed grows impatient. He waits with his horde in the mountains. Have you recovered the relics from the Hero-Chief?
Choot's eyes narrow at Daktani, "Who are you to question the mighty Thoku!!!"