Warrok stands in silence for a few moments, observing Odak. No sound from the wolf.
"I sense truth in your speak. Tribe was not wrong."
He pauses briefly and looks towards Tigerwolf, still speaking to Odak.
"Young orc would do well to keep her anger for battle. Not waste on clan."
"And you are not clan if you do not know who I am." She said to Warrok and sheathed her weapon turning to Odak. "The little goblin isn't worth my time. No honor in killing a welp. Eight Lives you enjoying your perch?" Her cat purred against Odak's shoulder and yawned pawing at his armor.
> Odak swings his frame around as Tigerwolf called to him, he just sees a small cat leap up along his arm and to his shoulder, hearing a faint purring to the side of his head, his eyes look bewildered and remains still as he lifted his fingers up to his eye level. The armoured giant seems to have hesitant body language to him, as if he's trying not to touch anything or anyone.
it had been amusing to hear the ratwomans reasons for disliking the notion of eating the Human, it wasn't some sort of misplaced morality it was for HEALTH she seemed to know quite a bit about how Humans liked to eat and called them near-toxic. This didn't do much to phase Runt, she'd eaten MUCH worse than what the rat woman described and to her Human was not particularly bad though they didn't exactly rank high on her list of favored snacks. As Runt muleld over the womans words she heard voices from not exceptionally far raising and it was not shouts of what to do with the human.
No it was some sort of conflict between two orcs, a male with a wolf and a familiar looking female, it took Runt a few moments to place who exactly the female orc was but soon it came to her made a bit easier by the presence of the metal giant, the female was Tigerwolf one of those who had been apart of the raid that had brought the now captive human back. The male had managed to get himself on the bad side of Tigerwolf enough so to have weapons drawn but as Runt stepped closer unsure if any of the others that were near would break things up before one of the two gutted the other, a fight was all well and good but they were 'clan' which was just as good as Family in Runts eyes that meant killing was not on the table.
But thankfully the two simmered down some as the man orc seemed to realize some amount of error in his words "Anger is good, keeps blood flowing shows you your alive." Runt chimed in with a wide grin as she stepped closer now noticing that the metal giant Odak appeared to be trying his best not to squash a very tiny little thing that had made its way onto his armor. Runt could not help but let out a rumbling chuckle at the sight, the man was truly save for the true giants the largest person she had ever seen, larger even than Father and even Brak and yet he was so very different from the other large creatures he was quiet, hesitant and encased himself in armor.
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The doctor digs into the meat barehanded shoveling food through his mask wiping the grease on his bare chest, when he comes across a bone he examines it closely and will occasionally put one in his leather sack tied to his waist. While reaching for the food his necklace of shrunken heads occasionally will bump into the food.
He takes in the scene around him realizing it is just another day in the wolftooth clan. speaking to whomever is near Human no talky?
A slight sway side to side happened as continued to eat. Then something caught his attention and sprang upright from that crouch. Large chunk of meat still hanging from edge of lips as went toward what caught attention. A small feline standing out against the metal armor of the large Odak's shoulder. A juice covered finger went toward that cat and attempted to pet it's back. The smile just went large as that part of food feel straight toward the floor. "Kitty!" Even if was not able to pet it, He still enjoyed watching it. Actually bending barely any down to be closer eye level.
Tigerwolf looked up at the Ogress. "Earned a name yet Ogress?" Smiles at her with a wave. After all they used to share a name until she proved her worth to the clan and was given a name. Her friends and family were the only ones allowed to call her Runt.
Smiling at Odak she chuckled. "It is okay Odak, Eight Lives likes you and missed seeing you while we were gone." She heads over grabs a large tray and fills it with meat before returning and handing Odak some. "Eat my friend. Eight Lives can balance even if you move."
Looking over at Greez Fhang as he jumped up and moved towards them. Seeing his eyes glued on Eight Lives she smiled. Eight Lives spotted him and turned over on Odak's shoulder used all four paws to grab his finger and start licking the juices off of it. "His name is Eight Lives since he already lost one."
Mogwag was more than happy just to stay in the background, obviously some of the people assemble in front of him new each other and some other were more than trying to find a social place for themselves.
Mogwag wasn't trouble or even uncertain about nothing at this moment. He was just eyeing and trying to get information of who was who and who did what or was capable off.
After all everyone was gathered here at someone's request and he liked to be prepared.
Draxia looked on the others and let her scars and tattoos flare to life as she inspected those about her. She would light a simple candle and let it sit as she pulled out a text and read the contents.
Her tome was the compiling's of her goddess's greatest follower her fathers mother and mothers mistress. From the text she drew her lessons of the Great Mother the blend of trickery, lust, bloodshed,and magic. Her goddess protected her now, and with her markings had become protected in her embrace.
" I still say Runt, you should of let me play with the human. I mean we could of garnered far more information from his puny brain. It send however you choose to let the council do it. It is good to hear you all are so loyal to your masters" she says with a snickering smile before she resumed reading her scriptures.
Warrok returns to his companion's side, resuming eating the dried boar sausage, eyes half shut.
The wolf is fast asleep again.
Looks at Draxia and gives her a pleasant smile. "You aren't as strong as the shamans and do sloppy work with brains. Plus, he is my property by right. I didn't see you do to much damage to the hunters so your magic is still growing. Not strong enough yet." Takes a bite and eats it.
"Plus, I am loyal to the tribe unlike you. You care only for yourself and your quest for power." She grins. "While not a bad thing, I would be careful about it. You never know when someone would put a blade in your back."
Laughter starts from him as watched the feline's reaction. The big finger wiggling as felt those licks.
"Can call Lives?"
Attention went over to Tigerwolf as asked. Then thought up a clever idea and reached to pull off a tiny, compared to his own fingers, piece of meat from the chunk had been eating. It was held to the cat.
Tigerwolf smiles up at Greez Fhang and nods. "Yes, you can."
Eight Lives, would lean up and bites at the meat taking it happily holding the hand close offering it. His fur was a mish-mash of greys, reds, and whites.
Blound looks sternly at Draxia, the human stays intact, witch! For now. He stands near the door to the great hall watching you all with some amusement.
Behind you the business of the night winds on, beyond the fence. It is only an hour or two to dawn. Suddenly the door to the hall opens, and two night guard orcs (the warlords personal guard) exit, carrying a orc with a large, bleeding wound.
One of the says Oi, you lot. Some of you got the heals. Treat this tosser who thinks he can bad mouth the warlord god. Great chief's orders. Then kick him out.. With that they dump him unceremoniously on the floor and reenter the hall, the door closing behind them.
The orc is wearing the armor and robes of a lesser priest of Zoran.
> Odak stood patiently as his giant Orc friend leant over his back to play with the tiny cat on his shoulder, he was used to letting the others use his body from an instrument to a leaning platform, but considering how safe he felt amongst friends, he was all but happy to oblige these unspoken requests. However with the discerning eye of the Shaman Warrock upon him, he couldn't help think he shouldn't make eye-contact lest something bad happens.
He would've liked to examine more of the others in the hall, such as the extremely tall and lanky Witch-Doctor and the iron-clad cleric sitting to the side. As long as he's lived in the Wolftooth community, he'd always end up finding someone new joining the fray, much how he and Greez did long ago.
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: Know Religion check
Untrained (/): Know Local
Odak turns around with Greez facing him as the doors open up towards a beaten Orc. He knew little of Orc or Religious politics and didn't quiet understand the severity of the situation.
Thikka sighs, and gets up from her meal. She shuffles over to the bloody orc, and touches him with a small paw.
"I'm not wasting spells on someone you're just as likely to hang in th e morning." She says with a snort before returning to her meal. "Besides, Zoran doesn't believe in healing if I remember correctly, only in murder."
The orc is still unconscious, but stable. Blound says, keep healin'. Wake him up, then throw him out.
Tigerwolf shifted and would watch the people coming out carrying a third. Looking at the robes and armor she kept her face carefully schooled. Her own opinions were best kept to herself on these things.
Looking to Thikka she nodded. "Thikka, would you?" She asked as she looked up at Odak. Clicking her tongue, Eight Lives turned back onto his paws and grabbed the meat jumping back down to her shoulders his claws digging in deep to keep from falling. Tigerwolf didn't seem to mind at all. He rubbed against her and draped himself across her shoulders.
"Odak, can you and Greez kick him out after he is healed."
She stepped up next to the prisoner.
Seeing Thikka heal him and listens to Blound's words after she started.
Head lifted up and peers toward the sudden sound of the doors and then the injured orc being dropped. Hand did stay put as Eight Lives were pretty much using it. Eyes blink a few times as watched and overheard the ratfolk speak. He'd leave the hand for the cat to continue licking and anything wanted to even as paid attention to the unknown figured disliked orc. A slight frown happened when Eight Lives left but did move over to be ready for when told to help throw that one out the doors.
> Odak watches as the cat gracefully leaps down off his pauldron and onto her shoulders, he listens to her instructions carefully and without any reason to object, the iron giant turns and treads over towards the entrance where the ratfolk Witch and the lesser Priest of Zoran were situated; if Greez followed on behind him, it would almost seem like a rolling quake of footfalls coming towards him!
Warrok's companion wolf got stirred up with the scene of the orc being dragged in. He studied the scene for a moment, then ran towards the lying orc in what seemed like a mere second. He let a low growl and sniffed him for a few times, and then in another second returned back towards his master, seeming more interested in the food at the table while passing by.
"His god is not of nature. His god of death and decay. Let orc join his god."
>Blound looks at dergosh and says, You are still too loud whelp. But I think you are right. My axe thirsts.
“Too loud? Only way to make fight fair is if the enemy can hear me coming and has a chance to run away,” Dergosh guffawed.
>Majumba: 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.
Dergosh nodded appreciatively at the orc and his skull-dangled staff. He knew Majumba by reputation, though he hadn’t had a chance to fight with the witch doctor yet, but he liked his style. Bones and skulls? That shouted ORC as far as Dergosh was concerned.
Addressing Majumba in his own blunt, matter-of-fact way he said, “Can you make the skulls scream in battle? They should scream.”
When Draxia sat next to him, he glanced at her in silence for a few moments, in what passed for deep thought. “Bone skirt very stylish. Maybe you make one from enemies you’ve killed?”
Thikka mutters under her breath, but wastes a spell on the downed orc.
"Just remember, if someone else needs my spell, it's gone now, as I gave it to this offal." She comments tartly, laying a paw on the forehead of the orc.
Suddenly the priest's eyes flash open. Seeing thikka he snarls get off me rat filth and smashes his spiked gauntlet at her.
removed prone attack penalty due to surprise and closeness to priest
Ok now roll fort save vs poison, DC12, lose 1 con and 1 wis if you fail. Continues damage for 4 rounds unless you save in one of the rounds.
He has initiative
His next action is to stand, and cast a spell
your actions?
> Odak unsheathes his sword as he sees the Priest get up after attacking Thikka. His first intention is to unleash a STOMP to knock the foe down!
Starts to growl a bit loudly at seeing the priest attack. Hands held at ready in case they did anything further to cause trouble. If they did, he'd tumble forward and would have attempted to send a kick toward the unknown orc attacker's midsection.
[ooc] Odak@well, according to the map, that's 35 feet away from you (assuming you move base to base). Go for it. BTW would this trigger your rage issues?
greez@there is only one priest. If you take a readied action (which I think you are) you can only do a move or standard action. You have listed two, the tumble over and the kick. BTW thinking of someone as big as you tumbling is...strange/ooc]
Thikka steps back 5ft, pulling her dagger as she does, and narrows her eyes. "You do not like the touch of rats? I will see to it you touch many of them."
Thikka chants and from the floor hundreds of rats begin to materialize around the orc. "I suggest you all step back, they are enraged their mistress was attacked, they will kill any who are around the filth..."
> Odak was about to strike, but hears the warning from the Ratfolk Witch and spends his turn in full-defense for now.
@greez. Make the attack then.
@thikka, could you state the spell cast. I am assuming summon swarm, but I don't want to get it wrong. Spoiler it if you like, noting the spellcrat dc so I can see if the bad guys recognize it. Everyone, take that as a general request.
As thikka steps back, the death priest steps after her, keeping her adjacent. Step up feat.
@thikka make a defensive cast, don't cast and do something else,eor eat a AOO.
@Odak, the priest is now next to you diagonal left looking from the bottom of the screen.
@greez, you hace a choice. Squeeze passed the table to get in striking distance, or just barge the table out of the way and strike. Your choice.
The foot would try to go flying after the roll toward the priest's chest as that roll finished.
With an angry frown, Dergosh stands up and bellows and the outcast and soon-to-be-dead orc heretic.
Greez kicks out, but the priest narrowly avoids the mighty blow.
moronic freak! I'll rip your guts out for that
> On his next turn, he focuses himself while holding his blade up high, channeling Psionic energy into himself, he moves closer to the Priest, looming over him with an angry stare!
@dergosh, your spell goes off after thikka's action.
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Well gosh! The priest stops, stunned by the power of dergosh's shout. He is not considered helpless though. Still waiting on tikka's action choice. If she casts without defensive cast he still aoo's as that happened before the command spell.
> Upon Odak's next turn, he delays no longer and attempts to swipe down at the Priest with the tip of his giant sword. Time almost seems to slow for everyone except Odak as the power of his delayed Inevitable Strike increases his chance to hit by +20 up until the point of impact!