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> Odak comes stomping in with the prisoner from the last campaign sitting in his hands, "...", he moods while looking around at the others.
Hmmmmm. I thought i had already dotted in.... strange
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And so it begins
It is late in the night, the moon having set when your party of warriors enters the encampment. sent a few days ago to scout out incursions of human forces to the south, they have met the enemy, and defeated them. All of them are mounted on dire wolves except for a giant figure, clad in steel, who is holding a limp human form, a prisoner.
They return to a camp transformed. Tents and huts have blossomed like mushrooms after a long rain, and crowds abound. Goblins scamper through the refuse, fighting with each other and crowing over a find, while orcs mill about, sparring and singing.
To your left you see a frost giant walking through the throng, axe on his shoulder, to the right you see an encampment of Tal Kieng Hobgoblins, their formal lacquered laminated armor showing bright and garish colors. Ogres and hill giants labor under supervision to load wagons with supplies and gear, and the noise is loud. The noise is louder due to a group of orc sound strikers channting ORC, ORC, ORC, KILL, KILL, KILL! over and over.
You see the temple of Zoran, with the black smoke of sacrifice, and the temple of the warlord, the great chief's patron. Further away you see the grotto of the hag, where arcanists are trained.
A voice cries out Look the scouts have returned. And with a present Many turn to look at your entrance and a general wolf howl goes up to greet you. As you enter you here offers to buy the human, recommendations as to killing him, questions as too what you found and several orc women calling out to dergosh for intimate relations (the others get some as well, but mostly dergosh. Hey he has a rep) Many of the same glare at draxia, seeing her as a challenge.
A powerful orc warrior called Blound the Axe, steps from the throng and says Greetings young ones. You have been summoned to the council for your report, and for reward. Proceed there or face rebuke He salutes you and you think, this is a warrior who has slain dragons and giants, and many, many foes. And he salutes you. Great honor indeed.
Blound escorts you through admiring fans to a fenced off area near the council hall. There you find others waiting. These too are veterans of the Bearclaw war, and you recognize them. Ogre, hobgoblin, monk and wolf shaman, all heroes of the war. A small ratfolk twitches whiskers to one side, wearing the marks of a healer. you recognize Thikka, a witch who saved many warriors during the war. Others are here, as famous.
Once in the fenced off area, the gate is closed and you have a chance talk.
So what do you do?
Tigerwolf salutes Blound the Axe back. A rare honor indeed for her to ever see, much less be given a salute. Once they are led into the fenced off area she would face the Blound
"Blound, we bring a prisoner back. He was their leader. As the one who defeated him I chose to keep him alive for information. We gleaned a couple of things. There are wicked magics preventing him from speaking about certain things without dying. We brought him so the Shaman may undo the magics and we can learn about the human encampment. The other men are slain, their skulls smashed into pulp."
She motions to the prisoner. "He has provided us insight into some of the inner workings of the town without activating the magic. Also, guards and the fact they have a wizard controlling them with vile magics."
Ha, good, little one. Keep the prisoner with you for now. He'll be put to the question later. Make sure he stays quiet or he'll be killed toot sweet. he looks at the human closely. give him to the shamans?. Might be kinder to slit his throat. with a snort he moves to one side.
"He has information we need and magic prevents him from speaking. Trust me, he about died from a heart attack when I told him I would give him to Draxia as a concubine." She pulls out the medal she had gotten from the man.
"Does this mean anything to you?" She shows it to Blound.
Looking up at the human and speaks in common. "Don't speak, it would surely mean your death at the moment."
Nothing to me. Probably human magic blound pauses to spit.
show the council when you get in. And take care in there. Wrong word and splat! No more tigerwolf.
"One wrong step of our larger companions and its splat for me. Thank you for the warning. I will keep my normal exuberance down."
The rather large grey skinned orc had been listening intently, though more then half of it must have went in one ear and out the other with how often just blinked. After a while just started to get a bit antsy from just constantly shifting from foot to foot. So began walking a much slower pace then can actually. Though to avoid colliding with any would have done a rather simple dodge like spin. He began to laugh but covered mouth quickly so not get to loud at that moment. Greez knew better then to interrupt important event like this with overly loud noises. Yet even with the hand muffled the laughter it still was more then a whisper. After all was a fun loving sort which got laughs out of many simpler things. Eyes scanned trying to find ones knew bit more to perhaps talk or see if any needed their day made better.
Thikka sees the newcomers, rolls her red eyes at some of the less than good suggestions on what to do with a human. "Shut your mouths, you idiots! Do you want to be invited to an Ogre's for dinner? We don't eat people!" She spits at one younger orc who suggested a stewpot.
The ratfolk listens to Tigerwolf's commentary, and then shuffles up to the group, reaching out a paw to each one, including the prisoner. Green energy flows from her finger tips onto each of them, whether they need it or not.
When done, she also looks at them critically. Any obvious damage to armor or clothing she tries to repair with a mend spell. Satisfied, she shuffles off toward the small cooking fire she was tending before.
"Oi! Whats so wrong with an Ogre's dinner!" Called the rough voice of Runt as she heard the squeaky words of the rat-woman, her tone held no real hostility as Runt had long since grown used to the idea that not everyone enjoyed the same appetite as her and while many liked to look down on it Runt knew there were others who felt the same as her, meat was meat. It didn't matter where it came from so long as it tasted good and filled your stomach, better to put the meat to use rather than letting it rot in a hole.
Runt much like all the others had come out to see the return of the party and to see the results of there efforts, it was clear that they had been a success bringing with them a little pink prisoner, probably a human. Soon enough the man would WISH he'd fallen in battle if there was something they wanted from him that he could not or would not give.
She saw the little rat-woman scurrying about casting spell after spell on anyone she could get her teeny little ratpaws on mending wounds and fixing gear, magic was a strange and amazing thing to Runt and she often wished she had such gifts, perhaps then Brak would have fallen against her power.
The rat looks at the ogress with distaste. "Do you have any idea what sort of crud humans eat? A deer eats bushes and berries, the cougar that eats the deer only eats deer and rabbits. Humans fatten their food animals until they're all but dead and then eat the sickened animals. I've heard the rich ones pay someone to force feed ducks until their livers are the size of your fist, and then they only eat the livers, all ground up into a paste, they throw the rest away. They eat more salt in a week than an elk does in a year. You might as well eat poison as to eat a human." She sniffs the air haughtily. "Not even magic can purify human flesh enough to remove it's toxic taint."
> Cautiously strode towards the camp with his team, the metal scraping of his helm as he tries to keep an eye on Tigerwolf and the others; his attention does also stay fixated on the limp human leader that he has sitting in his gigantic iron-clad hands, like he was holding a small child. The Metallic Giant soon watched in awe at what was going on around him, distracted by the sight he practically stopped in place without saying a word.
Odak had been learning Orc for a while, but he was still shaky with casual conversation and sooner drowned it out of his ears than focus on Tigerwolf and the local celebrant warrior; he does however notice a familiar face high above the crowds, the giant Orc Greez Fhang, spinning and dodging the smaller folk as usual when things go busy, Odak quietly thinks to himself he should go talk to him later.
The hand which didn't just cover his mouth to keep himself muffled rose high above head to wave as spotted the massive armored figure of Odak look over. For a short handful of moments, the massive orc stopped at overhearing food being mentioned. Yet when was figured out just what humans eat made a loud 'blah' even past the muffling his hand caused.
Quickly, went back to trying to move toward the tower of metal. To slip past a few in path, a cartwheel was done as often was his normal at random moments.
> Odak stood quietly, his eyes lighting up to his neighbour cartwheeling over the shorter folk and waited until the Orc was in immediate proximity before he began to speak,
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he rumbled; his voice echoing a little inside the vast helm of his.
Odak lifts his hands up to show the large Orc the human prisoner curled up unconscious in his hands,
A bit of a bend forward as was shown the hand and spotting that human. By that time the hand that had covered his mouth was off. So this time the 'Blah' let out was much louder.
Head shook as returned mostly upright, since always had stood up with a very slight slump forward. "No like. Always poke with pointy or throw magik." A hand pushes the metal clad hand away from himself.
Dergosh entered the fenced off area still scowling at the sight of the wretched goblins scurrying through camp. Tall orcs, short orcs, hobgoblins, ogre, ratfolk, green-skinned, gray-skinned—as long as they were Bearclaw warriors they were blood-bound to Dergosh…but not the vile spawn of the seven heavens goblins. Arrrgghhh! Goblins were several steps below the softskins in Dergosh’s estimation. The cleric took his heavily blood stained mace and banged on Odak’s massive shinguard to produce a booming metallic ringing to lighten his foul mood.
Catching sight of the Orc hero, Dergosh greeted him. “Ho Blound, hunting was good today. More softskins will soon fall under your axe I think.” Dergosh grinned his lopsided grin.
> Odak's hands are pushed back into his chest as the Orc Monk pushes the prisoner away, the Golian trying to hold him with care with his palms up and fingers curled up and spanned apart,
The giant soon feels Dergosh banging on his shin-guard, making the BOON-BOON-BOON metallic clanking sound, peering down briefly he realised it wasn't an unseen enemy and relaxed once more. He took a look at Blound but honestly didn't know much about any other Orcs he didn't fight alongside during the war, so he kept his armour-plated mouth shut.
Before@ Blound looks at dergosh and says, You are still too loud whelp. But I think you are right. My axe thirsts.
Now@ Food and drink is brought out as time passes. Voices can be heard inside the hall, arguing.
As the food is passed at all the people in the assembly a figure walks inside.
Although of average height the Half orc, wearing a suite of full plate armor walks inside. He carries himself with confidence. He is rather good looking as a matter of fact and at ease with people even if not the one to speak at first.
everyone know that Mogwag was was a lesser tribe that was destroyed during the previous war, and he has slowly adapted to his new clan.
Setting down his two handed weapon by his side, he nods to those around him and goes to get himself some food
Not long before the party arrived, Warrok returned from his usual scouting duties. The recent turmoils in the lands have given him much to see and hear, and furthered his desire to fight. His face has several fanged tattoos, along with a few slashing scars. He wears a black scaled armor, made from the scales of a black dragon he assumes. He found the armor on a corpse of a would-be adventurer, knowing that he would put it to good use.
He sits silently near a campfire, his wolf companion slumbering by his side. A truly interesting sight that one, black fur covered by layers of chain armor, but crafted so masterfully that it looks like it grew with him.
He observes the returning party, noting the huge armored figure and his enormous blade, and the giant orc by his side, muttering to himself.
"Great warriors our clan has gathered... The pitiful humans had no chance. So weak and puny. Hmph! Might be good feed for the wolves, hah!"
Seems to almost dance as heard the sound of that metal being impacted. Sure was very bad yet showed the enjoyment of hearing that noise. Thinking almost like was more like a game, finger flicks at Odak's shoulder gear to cause it to make some further sounds. Smile just beamed wider. Doing some tumbles and such off to the side where was bit more space to allow it. Only to stop and turn at hearing the loudness of the hall.
If I'm not available, odak or tigerwolf or dergosh could answer questions on whats happened, and there own game play. It's one am here so I'll be sleeping soon, but I'll move the plot along when I wake.
As mentioned I will be making a chronicle of the campaign on Google docs, so remember, you're making history. No pressure. Lol.
Tigerwolf would move around gathering food as it was offered. Her petite 4'7" frame made her seem small compared to all the orcs around. It was easy to tell she was a half-orc but when she barely stands a foot over the ratfolk witch it was clear she was a Runt.
Tigerwolf looked at everyone gathered so far and made a mental note about each knowing this was a gathering of important figures.
She moves towards the hall trying to pick up the conversation in the hall.
Depending on what the argument was about, it would give her clues on greater things going on.
As you start to move towards the hall blound says keep your place whelp. You find out whats happening soon enough his hand rests on his axe.
Thikka, now that she's sure everyone is healed up, she retires to get some food and listen to the conversations and see what's going on.
> Odak stands around watching everyone from an upright, high vantage point, able to clearly see over the groups of Orcs and half-orcs with ease. However with the human prisoner in tow, he's unsure on how to proceed, he's not supposed to let them free. His head lightly grates as he looks for someone he knows well to hand the human off to.
Tigerwolf looks at Blound and nods. "As you wish Blound. I was merely preparing for what is to come if I could." Her eyes stray to his ax and he could see a keen appreciation for it.
Looking over at Odak she moves to him. "Odak, come over here and sit and eat. Put the prisoner down and I will watch over him while you eat."
Looking at the others there she smiled. "So everyone, what are your tales of bravery during the Bearclaw War?
> Odak perks his head up as he hears the calming voice of Tigerwolf speak, he promptly steps over with thumping footsteps and slowly puts the human down on the floor near her and curls his fingers up into fists. He nods down to Tigerwolf with a clank of his chin hitting his breastplate.
The giant turns around and motions his Orc friend over to the tables,
All the commotion stirred up Amarog, who produced a few low pitched gowls.
"Steady, friend..."
Warrok stands up from the fireplace, and turns towards Tigerwolf, at the same time smelling the air, with a beast-like quality.
"You there, runt...! *Snrrff* What be this metal giant? He not natural, I smell..."
Amarog produces a growling howl, but remains surprisingly calm, still lying on the floor.
At the motion to join, he'd move to the table. A crouch to be down closer to table since never trusted the smaller seats. Hand snatched a large chunk of some meat never asked what was. A noisy large bite was sent messily into it to tear a chunk off to big even for own mouth. he chewed it until that chunk vanished behind lips as well. Not caring the juices ran down along chin. "Found camp. Punched and kicked big warrior. Killed big warrior. Killed other weaker also. Spotted many injured not fighting with different look of attackers. Brought all safety one at time. Had pass Dak often. Drag back dead big warrior. Told.. uhhh.. camp leader. Keep skull in hut as trophy." His big head gave a nod as agreed with himself. Of course while spoke small chunks of the food were falling from mouth.
Tigerwolf grabbed the large bronze falchion from her back and leveled it in Warrok's direction. "You do not call me that nor to you address my friend like that. If you are disrespectful again I will slice you to pieces and feed them to your wolf." She held it steady despite it easily being sized for someone like Odak.
The cat that was hiding in her hair, on her shoulders jumped over to Odak's shoulder and purred. It was a scrawny thing with a scar down its side.
She listened to Greez Fhang's story as she stared at Warrok calmly the only hint of anger in her eyes.
> The Iron Giant Odak stood statue-still during the quarrel with Warrock, though perceptive ones would see his eyes moving between Tigerwolf and the Shaman.
, he spoke, clutching to the bottom of his back-stowed tower shield, giving him the appearance of a giant metal turtle.
For those who have an extremely keen sense of smell, Odak does have a noticeably human smell about him, and not just for his extended keep of the prisoner either
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Walking in to the fray comes the 7 and a half foot tall rail thin orc wearing nothing but a skirt of bones and feathers and a horrid mask. he makes his way over to the captive and reaches out with his 9' staff decorated with skulls and feathers and prods the captive.
Meaty..
He then makes his way over near Greez, Warrock and Dergosh
Again a low growl from the wolf.
Warrok's expression remains the same, still somewhat smelling around in shorter sniffs.
"I only smell. You smell like runt orc. He smell like no beast I smell before. He smell like not of this land.
Head turned listening to that conflict that has happened. Yet the food was to much of a pull for him so yanked another chunk off the piece held. Attention shifted toward Majuba when saw him on way over.
"Mask wears odd things." Eyes were looking over the orc only briefly before digging back into that food.
Warrok turns towards Odak, his expression unchanged.
"Clan says you great warrior Odak. You have sorcerous powers they say. Smell tells me you are not of this land. Why you fight with clan Wolftooth?"
> Odak feeling he was being put on the spot now, turns towards Tigerwolf, then back towards the Orc Shaman with his wolf companion, he lowers his head down as low as his armour would allow.
Tigerwolf growled softly. "And you smell like goblin and obviously are just as stupid to keep provoking me. I am guessing you are only here because your wolf is here to talk to the Shaman."
Looking at Odak she smiled. "It is okay Odak. He is a bit touched."
Draxia had kept quiet during most of the pandering. She was never comfortable in the village. She had grown up with her warrior father and the human witch that was her mother. She learned from them the truth of the world and knew that she was the embodiment of her Ancestors, and with it the power coarsed through her veins.
When she listened to the others she giggles."Seems these fools do not know what powers they deal with. So I say let them bask in their ignorance, and let us drink and eat" She says as she takes a seat next to Dergosh. She takes a chuck of meat and uses her dagger to cut a piece off.