Thikka is surprised by the priest and loses the spell.
The priest takes the blow staggering at the force of it.
ha, my weak, elderly mum hit harder, you great big pansy. At least she did till I et her. I'm going to peel you out of that tin coat and eat your heart
Through all this, blound watches impassively, keeping watch by the door.
Tigerwolf just growls and looks at Blound for a moment to see his reaction to the fight that had broken out. She started towards the cleric drawing his Falchion along the way.
"Now we were told to kick you out but it seems you don't wish to get out of here alive, you pox marked goblin shagger." She said purposefully loud enough for him to hear.
"You have one chance to stand down or we take your little head and put it in a jar for Draxia."
Yargh! You pox ridden goblin filth. I'll rip your arms off and beat you to death with the stumps his eye bulge and his face goes red, foam dripping from his mouth, bloody from when he bit his lip.
Unfortunately, dergoshes command still holds him. So that's it for his round two. This is when odaks blow slams in (slight retconning).
Actions please.
He would if close enough be using flurry to smack around the priest with an open palm strike then a elbow jab. If was not close enough would head in to send a knee into them. No matter which was doing, would be smiling and laughing rather hard from pure simple joy he had.
Thikka adjusts one pawed hand so that a cone of fire won't hit any allies. Then she mutters and flames wash out over the idiotic priest as she casts Burning Hands .
If she had the movement last round to get into flank she will attack. If not she moves to flank with acrobatics.
"You had your chance filth."
@thikka I'll assume you got a good angle.
Thikka's steps back, and lets loose a gout of flame from her hands, fanning it out in a arc before her. Blound steps sharply to avoid getting hit, as the flames lick the hall. The death priest steps into the full blast.
flesh burnt, and smoldering and smoking, he still stands, but is cut down by the vengeful tiger wolf.
You stand triumphant, when you here a slow clapping. It is blound. Well done. Come its time to go in. he opens the door for you to go inside.
The heavily scarred, kikko-clad hobgoblin who'd been eating silently in the corner, hears that the skirmish had ended. He stands and calls Husom, his black and grey dire wolf to his side
He follows the group at the behest of Blound.
EDITED
Head perked up and looks over toward the clapping after the priest was downed. He rolls backwards from spot was at to more get away somewhat from the fresh smelt of burnt flesh. Attention was fully on Blound now to listen if said more.
Thikka watches as the tumbling corpse is hit by an arrow, adding to it's damage. She glares up at Blound. "Next time you want me to heal your damn prisoners, be competent enough to make sure they're properly secured, or you can lick their wounds yourself." She spits on the corpse and touches a paw to her muzzle as she turns to stalk off toward the door indicated.
Draxia looks to the body and then the others.She smiles"We should make that corpse an example. Find some one to raise him and let him be an undying sentry to the Wolftooth" She says as she than places her book back into her bag.
Tigerwolf knelt and nodded to the ratfolk. "Thikka correct. Seems you have a bit more spitfire in you than your demeanor suggests. Good, keep using it." Wiping her blade off on the cleric's own robes she does a quick look over him to see if he had anything of value before sheathing her now clean blade.
Walking to her prisoner she took him by the arm and escorted him into the hall saluting Blound.
Runt watched the battle unfold with great interest, she ahd initially remained out of the battle because it had been said that the man needed to be removed from the room but not KILLED and it was quite a difficult task for Runt to restrain herself enough to avoid killing, however things proceeded to escalate faster and faster until finally the offending OrcPriest lay in a smoking heap a victim of the ratwomans fire magic and a vicious assault by the OTHER Runt, Tigerwolf.
Tigerwolf had just before the fight brought up a rather interesting prospect, one that Runt herself had never really thought on much. She could have a new name in the clan, she did not NEED to be the Runt any longer if the others chose not to call her such, Tigerwolf had done just that so why not herself.. She would need to talk with Tigerwolf about that if an opportunity to do so showed itself, see how Tigerwolf had gotten her new name.
While some of the others such as Greez were inching away from the smoking remains of the priest Runt found herself taking a deep breath to enjoy the scent. As she enjoyed the smell of cooked food Bloud called for some to enter the now open doorway he was indicating, not sure if this was a call for specific people or not Rutn decided to try her luck and followed along, at worst she would be told to stay back. She would do her best to stay near Tigerwolf who held the clearly important human prisoner in case the fool made a run for it.
Thikka watches as the tumbling corpse is hit by an arrow, adding to it's damage. She glares up at Blound. "Next time you want me to heal your damn prisoners, be competent enough to make sure they're properly secured, or you can lick their wounds yourself." She spits on the corpse and touches a paw to her muzzle as she turns to stalk off toward the door indicated.
[dice=Healing Hex]1d8+3
Blound looks at the angry ratfolk, and spits on the ground. that was a priest of zoran. If you are stupid enough to heal him without care, not my problem. Besides, I learnt a bit from it. Now, if you have stopped jawing, go in.
Thikka huffs. "If you're stupid enough to get your healer's attacked, you're stupid enough to not need healers. Don't ask me to heal your worthless hide going forward, I won't be wasting my healing on the likes of you." She calls back over her shoulder as she enters the indicated doorway.
One hand rises up, the middle claw extended in the universal symbol of respect for stupid leadership.
You enter into the great hall. Its center is dominated by a large bonfire, and it causes shadows to dance. As you advance you see many leaders and representatives of leaders present, sitting. On a throne carved from the skull of a great wyrm dragon sits the great chief. He is tall,6 and a half feet, wearing blood coloured chainmail, and a helmut stylised like a dragon. A battle axe sits beside, its magic chilling the air arougd it.
His name is Brak Chillaxe. He has lead the wolftooth for ten years, through war and peace. That he is wearing armor to a council means one thing. War.
The nightguard ring the room, and one stands at his side, their leader Sartak Firehand. On his other side is Hartok Warspeaker, high priest of the warlord god. Seated before the king in a semi circle is the council.
the members are
yethric, speaker for the hag
grelock, high priest of zoran
nilla, priestest of norax, death sister and healer
bestor truth singer, priest of lytor, god of bards, sits there with journal out and quill in hand. He is the court historian
Ashe, sub lord of the Tal kieng, representing the tal kieng warlord. A hobgoblin of great renown, his blade was made of adamatium, and sharp enough to slice air in two.
Krelle Deathchild, supposibly a child of a death god. No one knows which, except it is not zoran. His falchion, which is drawn is hissing as blood curdles on it.
back in the darkness are seated sub chiefs of the wolftooth, plus ambassadors.
In the center of the floor is a pool of blood
Master creath, a kobold from the temple of the dragon roar, a monk of great skill and cunning. He sides there, with a walking stick at his side.
Thikka finds a nice shadowy corner and watches the proceedings.
Blound moves up to the dias, and knells, indicating that you all should do the same.
my chief, they are here.
The great chief looks at you each, and seems to look in your skull. He smiles.
welcome. You are here for two reasons. Some of you had just carried out a scout mission and I want the council to hear your report. Then we have tasks for you to carry out. First, though, what happened to the priest of zoran that was sent out to you, and why is the door to my hall smoldering? Speak truthfully and well. He frowns at that last.
Thikka walks up to the dias, as she's been officially summoned. "The idiot decided to attack those who healed him. Someone..." She glares at Blound. "...thought it would be funny not to restrain him and then order him to be healed. Idiocy. So he committed suicide by attacking everyone in sight and mouthing off like a damn fool idiot."
At that the zoran high priest starts up, snarling, then subsides as the great chief glares at him. Then he looks at the defiant ratfolk.
I admire straight talk rat witch, so I will forgive the fact that you are not knelling at the moment. I see you speak truthfully. If not wisely perhaps. He looks at blound.
Well, you old wolf
Well, great chief, they looked like they could handle it, and they did. Priest acted foolishly. Besides it was over in a few seconds. Besides I wanted see how they were in a real fight.
The great chief stirred slightly. And how did they do?
fairly well, over all.
and my door?
ask the rat witch. Not certain what's worse, her spell or her invective
The great chief turns back to thikka and waits for her response about his door.
Thikka shrugs. "This was Blound's idiotic idea, I suggest you take the door out of his pay... or his hide, whichever you prefer. Anyone who wants to provoke a fight in his chief's antechamber involving ogres, witches, and suicidal clerics should be responsible for the damage their stupidity invokes."
Retconning last few posts out of existence.
So could one of you please report on your scouting mission. What did you find, and tell me of this human?
Mogwag kneeled like everyone else indeed they were brave, skilled etc but not very astute. Those who struck with weapon could have used the blunt part of their weapon and avoided this political mess. The high priest might want to take revenge.
** spoiler omitted **
I'll let you know mogwag.
So who wants to report out of odak, tigerwolf, dergosh or draxia?
> Odak, with his large longsword attempts to sheathe his weapon after battle, treading back to where Tigerwolf would have been. He reaches down and lifts up the unconcious body of the human in his palms and holds him into view with a threatening gaze. He's simply there to provide the evidence, his allies are better suited to explaining the situation than for the giant to recite the tale is lumbering-slow statements.
What did you find, and tell me of this human?
Dergosh steps forward and kneels, blood-stained mace held out with both hands in offering, head bowed. He suppresses a grin at the sight of the Chief’s war regalia and what it surely means. He begins to speak in a “normal” voice, but his volume increases as he goes along recounting the mission.
“Great Chief, Wise Council, Honored Wolftooth clan members: We rode the wolves to the edge of the Wolftooth lands as the scout told us—except for Odak who is too big and heavy. Would probably break wolf’s back if he got on anyway, so much armor, is heavy but also makes great noise…” Dergosh starts to wander off story before catching himself. “Find a bunch of scrawny humans there creeping into Wolftooth lands like goblin swine, but they are no match for Wolftooth warriors. Humans soiled their loincloths at first hearing of Dergosh, Odak knocked them over, Draxia used scary good magic, and Tiger Runt conks scrawny human leader and ties him up. Oh, and Heart Singer makes the irritating bits between noise at them too.”
The orc cleric scratches his burned scalp with his mace distractedly as he thinks. “Scrawny humans say they come from little town, some wizard tells them to take Wolftooth lands. Wizard puts spell on the humans not to talk, but Tiger Runt gets some information from him anyway.”
“Scrawny human-town isn’t too far away. Probably Odak and I can go kill all the softskins there by ourselves…if Great Chief wants others to go with us too, well, we don’t want to hog all the fun ourselves.”
Warrok didn't pay much heed to the events in the yard, as he very well expected the priest of Zoran to want to join his god. When the battle was over, he followed the rest in the hall with a slow step, standing behind them, but bowing to Brak nonetheless, and listening to everything in the room with his senses. He knows there is war ahead, and you can never be to careful, especially in a hall full of orcs.
The great chief nods to dergosh, well spoken dergosh. So this is the human he points at the human held by odak.
Yethric, what do you think? This seems like hag business Brak looks at the witch. She advances and looks at him, her eyes glowing as she examines the human. For half a minure she stares, the human squirming to avoid her gaze.
In a voice, rasping like sand on rocks, she says Yessss. He is enchanted. It compels loyalty, but also acts as...a scying focus!
Suddenly she casts a spell, and her two apprentices likewise start a cast. All the nightguard draw their blades as do much of the council. The only ones who stay unmoved are the great chief and master creath.
The chief speaks Calm and the room grows quiets except fot the chanting of the three arcanists, and the click of master creath's walking stick as he moves over beside the witch, watching carefully.
Then with a snap, silence falls. The human falls limp. Yethric turns to the chief and says He was watching. Powerful he is, and cunning. But I have broken the link. I could learn much by studying this human. Can I have him?
Master creath holds up a hand and says, Great chief, before a decision you make, the young one here has a claim too the human, hmmm, yes. He raises his stick and points at Tigerwolf.
Tigerwolf thanks Odak with a nod and looks at the Chief saluting and kneeling.
"Chieftain, Dergosh's words hold some truths." She watched the hags work and looked at the chieftain. "I shall wait on them to be done before reporting more."
Once they were done she looked at Master Creath and nodded. "I have claimed him as property as the one who defeated him and landed he killing blow on a couple of others. Plus, the information he was able to give, I got from him and clued the others in that some enchantment was on him. If I had not chosen to spare his life we would not have had the insight we do now. Though it has revealed to this wizard more, I was not informed it was a way to scry but I take responsibility." She shifts her words not coming out hesitantly. "But even though he has seen us, he has revealed much to us in the process."
The great Chief speaks
I think the question is irrelevant right now. Creath, Yethric, talk to them after to determine the disposition of the human. So the humans spy on us. The proposed missions becomes more important.
Younglings, Wolflings and allies. You have all proven yourself in combat, during the last war, and just now. We, the council, have two tasks for you. These tasks must be completed as quickly as possible so you must divide into two groups.
These are the missions. First. About four years ago, a group of humans and others set up a mission they call the Bridgette River mission. A nest of spies and corrupters we say. They must be cleared. You may use whatever method you wish, provided that they are gone from the savage hills
Yethric whispers to the chief, and he adds also examine the missionaries for signs of this enchantment this human has. If they have it, capture them and bring them here
The second mission is simpler but as important. You must go to the Rock eye kobold village. They have a large supply of goblin oil and bombs. You must acquire these for the war effort. There is a difficulty. We have recently lost contact with them. Find out why the contact has been lost, and get those supplies
He turns to look at the party. you will need supplies. Blound, give them their reward for good service, so they can equip themselves.
now go.
Tigerwolf nodded listening to the missions and pulled out the medal. "Does this mean anything to any of you. It looked like a medal of rank but I wanted to make sure." She held it up so it could be seen.
Tigerwolf wanted to see who would volunteer for which mission. She figured the larger would go with the mission due to the possible cramped quarters of the kobold village.
It seemed they would break out in teams elsewhere.
Once you are out of the tent, Blound give each of you a sack. In each sack is 3000gp. You also have earned 500 XP. It is an hour to dawn. The market is open at this moment, so you can spend your wealth. If your characters wish to do something or talk to someone, feel free, and I'll set it up.