The Wolftooth Tribe

Game Master Jazzai Moonbreaker

• MAK places his things down on a space next to his own bedding, sitting himself down in a nook only wide enough to take his shoulders as he sat with his knees raised,
"Very well, since we have all our belongings back, allow me to brief you on the nearby councils. To this town there are three places we can visit in relatively short time. The Firant Sentinels to the north where I am sometimes commissioned, the Golian city to the North-West where the mines and Golian Games are held, and to the West we have the Landmasters, I'm aware that Jared sometimes hunts with them. I would recommend we visit either the North or West first, I dislike back-tracking to places we could have visited in one linear route."

Tigerwolf looked at the group as a whole. "So you are recommending that we hit either the Landmasters or the Firant Sentinels, then the Golian's, then the Landmasters or Firant Sentinals, basically which one we didn't hit first?"

I vote for fire

Tigerwolf grins. "Well, Fire does sound like a good start. If you can get their respect it must mean something. Though I hear they can be grumpy from time to time."

• MAK nods down to little TIGERWOLF,
"You would be correct in that assumption, paradoxically they both enjoy good hard work and loathe it; consider it the difference between working on a magnificent piece of plate armour and having to clean up the shavings off the floor. With no little ones to enslave, they often have to do it themselves or hire one of the Golians on for the task."

"For those with skill like myself, sometimes I offer my services, particularly when I bring them blue-prints for new arms, I have plans for a couple of human and dwarven weapons including a Revolver and a Shotgun, I'm just missing those accurate rifles they sometimes use, if I had a few to study I could perhaps complete the set!"

• ODAK tries to find somewhere to sit and lay down, although as the iron Golian takes his helm off he gravitates towards his brother, sitting at the side of his bedding and cycles his attention between JARED who was just relaxing with his hood pulled down over his eyes and the others, possessed with a happy grin that jarred between his usual worried expression.

Karol grins
Fire is nice, better than ice

The kobald, having finally gotten his breath back, decides to interject. "Now hold on a second. I know I don't really have another option but to follow you guys for now." He says, trying to squeeze a little closer to get his point across.

"But are you really suggesting we go see a group who makes a habit of enslaving people smaller than them? I don't really want to be a slave, and I'm sure no one else here would like to be looked on as possible property." He queries, glancing at the smaller group members as he asks this.

He carefully made way over to the smaller Darkan. And actually crouched down to be more closer to his eye level. "None in group get slaved. Any try it get punched and kicked by me. Head gives a few nods agreeing with himself. Even had lowered, or tried to, his voice to not actively bother the new party member's ears being so close to them. It showing this big lug often tried to think of others..... or at least sometimes and when not hurting friends.

Mogwag would have not gone to see the fire giants first. But oh well he says shrugging his shoulders

addressing the kobold While mogwag isn't sure about slavery here. All that Mogwag can say is that Mogwag doesn't practice slavery

Karol shrugged. wolftooth has lots of slaves. Don't have any myself, to expensive to maintain. And if the fire giants want to try enslave us... karol grins
then there will be a lot fewer of them

Me like to see giant try to make pet out of wolftooth The Doctor says chuckling.

• By now, the golians MAK and JARED were beginning to settle down for the night, despite the night being the most lively for Orcs, they were welcomes to spend time recovering from the battle earlier that evening. ODAK took off some of his armour to sleep better, sticking close to his long-lost brother.

Each character recovers their character level plus their CON modifier in hit points. Those with magical or psionic pools of energy are restored provided they have sufficient rest.

The next morning, MAK and JARED arise and get their things ready to leave to assist the Orc allies.

Tigerwolf would get up with a smile having rested well. Her blade had not left her side through the night. Eating a quiet breakfast she looks at the others and then Mak and Jared.

"Alright tell us what we need to know as we go. What impresses them. I know you already mentioned Rifles are something you wanting to trade them with." She said as she moved over to the large package she had Odak carrying then to the others.

"Hey, did you guys get any rifles when you raided that Human keep?"

The Doctor wakes up and readies himself to meet with these potential allies

• JARED hops outside as his bigger brother keeps following him around. ODAK is carrying package that he was asked to place down where TIGERWOLF could reach it.

• MAK also made his way outside of the barn, the overgrown Arcanist treads across the path with a steady pace, the length of his strides counterbalancing his ponderous weight as to meet the average speed of a medium sized creature,
"What impresses a Firant, I don't claim to speak for their entire kind as that seems to doubt our ability to have individual thought and feeling. I will say however that Firants militaristic and take great pleasure in order and war. As any ally, additional antpower and assets will be the best way to get on their good side. It's said that if the republic goes to war, it will be the Firants and Frozants who will be at the front lines."

The small kobald woke with a start, checking his equiptment hurriedly before making his way around the edge of the room, casting nervous glances at the larger party members stomping around before working his way outside.

He's curious to see how they expect to get to the next location.

Had been up about an hour before the rest of the group. The large grey giant was outside the house and seated on the ground just ending the meditation time. If any saw part of it, they'd spot he was swaying with the wind some as meditated.

• When everybody is ready, the group will head out of the Gate Town and head north, led by MAK Forge-Fist. On the way out the group spots Fire-Giant sentinels near the storehouses, investigating a number of deaths found inside. Escorting the named Mage and Thief who they fought previously, only with the thief missing an ear.

Heading north, lands ahead seem to be that of plains with huge forests to the East and a river coursing between them. In the far north there were tall mountain. To the east there were high walls that helped guard the giant lands from outside intrusion. Weather seems fair if not a bit breezy, the occasional travelling giant seem to be friendly for the most part, a big difference to giants normally found elsewhere who attack or enslave anybody on sight.

Tigerwolf would keep up at a light jog as they went on. Seeing the thieves and the "police" she cracked a smile and continued on. It was a good fight.

"So Darkan. What tribe do you hale from? And what are your goals?"

The Doctor will stroll alongside passing time until the group reaches it's destination

Karol starts tapping his drum, in beat to his step.

He listens as he does this.

• JARED could be found near the back of the group with his lumbering iron brother tagging along beside him, the novelty of being reunited was beginning to wear off ODAK now as he was bear-hugging the Slayer a lot less,
"Ooright, what can ye tell me 'bout ye little friends bruv? What 'bout that lanky bloke with the scars and mask?"

ODAK responds while looking directly at MAJUBA, somehow it helped him concentrate on recalling memories,
"MAJUBA eats people...I think. Does scary things with magic, never see him do any thing."

JARED smirks,
"E' reminds me of tha' monsters under ye bed when we were kids, even with the long arms...!",
trying to scare ODAK who seems very slightly moved by the notion.

JARED: "Wot' bout the drummin' guy with the stupid hat? All I saw 'im do was get 'imself killed by the bandit blokes til the girl 'an me saved im."

ODAK: "Is KAROL, drumming man. I see him use axe many times. Drum is magic too."

JARED: "I know e made short work of that one guy, I jus' don't want t' 'ave to bail 'im out whenever he goes 'Reeloy Kenjins' again, you remember im right?",

ODAK nods affirmatively,
"Poor Reeloy..."

JARED: ""Ooright who's next...Oi, what bout the grey gorilla an' littler gray gorilla? Do they always run around with no shirt on?""

ODAK: "Big one is GREEZ, first friend my size. Can't stay still, very strong. Little one is uhm...TUR-GRIM, not know much of him, likes leading people, both fight with hands."

JARED: "So ye 'ave a couple of brawlers on ye team? They make good meat-shields at least. What 'bout that grey girl with the hair?"

ODAK: "Is WOLF--RAGER, she fights when angry, I think. I like her mammoth"

JARED: "I wanted a dragon when I was a kid, couldn't find any so I got me lizard instead. I liked that thing too. What' bout that short guy in armour wit' the blank look on 'is face?"

ODAK: "Is...uhm...MOGWAG, I think. Has heal magic, not seen it before"

JARED: "I dunno 'bout 'im. I usually read people fine, but e's got some kinda poker-face all the time, like nothing's goin' on with 'is face"

• JARED and his brother would continue talking to each other about the team as they walked, the slayer seemed a little impatient with how little information he was getting from ODAK who simply didn't know any better, especially with members outside of his initial team.

Darkan glances over at tigerwolf, a little reluctant, but deciding it can't really hurt to share a little information.

"My group were all from the Whiterock tribe. Quite a good distance away from here, but then we weren't exactly caught here." He says, glancing over at the warehouse with a dark look. "They kept us in a sack when they brought me here, so I'm not certain which direction my tribe is in. I'm going to have to do some investigating." He admitted, letting out a sigh before glancing around as the group towered over him.

"What brings you all together then? Ya haven't exactly told me whats going on."

"Human's have started invading our territory. A Wizard among them has been using foul magics to keep some under control. The others I am unsure of. Right now we heard of human's going to talk to humans to make the Giant's side with them. Since war is coming we want to show the Giant's we are more trustworthy than humans and it would be better to side with us."

Looks down at the kobold. "At least orc's don't hide what they are behind false smiles."

As overheard name being said out loud, one hand waved high above head. Mostly just listening and following the group. Other then some random tumble, cartwheel, and similar movement like action going off as long as none have asked to rest on a shoulder. As they did pass the warehouse though a snicker came out as that spellbook still was in a bag. So whenever one of the magic users wanted it they could have it.

Turgrim smiles at the kobold's question. "What the half-breed said is true. The honey-tongued humans would ally with the Dark One himself if it meant they could conquer a few more acres of our lands. They spread and breed like locusts, and the best way to stomp out a lot of locusts at once..." the hobgoblin gestures at some of the giants that accompanied them; particularly, their enormous feet.

Should be back to regular posting now guys! They restructured the project I was working on at work today to ease the burden on the recruiters a bit.

After many hours of walking, the company comes towards a crossroads with a signpost written giant language, this is quite uncommon as giant is usually spoken, not written. The road goes off towards the north-west while the other takes a right turn towards the East. From this vantage point the second path leads towards a huge mountain with smoke billowing out from the top.

The party stops to rest a little at this juncture.

• MAK stops by the juncture and looks towards the sign, the signage at eye level. He nods and turns towards the others,
"I am surprise we have not encountered one of the patrols yet, this road here will lead us to the Firant Fortress, is it less hospititable compared to the other settlements due to the intense heat. It's more of a military installation and weapons factory than anything. You are most fortunate that the republic keeps to itself, an army of fully-equipped soldiers of our stature would make short work of any threat that comes our way!"

How much further to there The Doctor asks MAK, pointing toward the mountain

Tigerwolf looks at Turgrim. "I earned my status as full orc remember. Mak, would they be impressed with those bombs at all? I also take it they would be impressed by martial prowess."

Turgrim only narrows his eyes at Tigerwolf's comment to him. I won't forget what you are, half-breed, even if the others do, he thinks to himself, but he keeps his outward expression stony.

Bluff to hide true feelings: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (5) - 4 = 1

Turgrim is pretty easy to read.

Just reminding everyone that my disrespect toward Tigerwolf is only IC, since Turgrim is a bit closed-minded. I like her character OOC. :)

Tigerwolf smiles showing her teeth clearly able to see his disrespect. Her eyes tell him she looks forward to him keeping it up.

Turning to Darkan. "I haven't heard about Whiterock Kobolds. I am sure someone might know. The bazaar is closing down right now but when we get back we can ask the people in the tribe. That is if you decide to stay with us. We are an ornery group."

• MAK turns towards MAJUBA first who was asking about the distance required to get to their destination,
"Only a couple of hours from experience."

• MAK peers down at TIGERWOLF by his feet,
"What kind of bombs? I know we use some at Golian City for mining, the Firants only use them in wars. As for Martial Prowess, gauge their mood carefully; provoking conflict at the wrong time will be seen as a threat and I rather not be burnt to a crisp associating with any of you who misbehave."

Shook his large head side to side. "That... martian prows not just mean fighting. Means body and mind also." Then without even putting all his effort in did a standing in place backflip. Large feet thump a bit loudly on the ground. "But fun to do actions like that!"

They cannot be as bad as Zoran worshippers.

The Kobald stumbles as those heavy feet thump next to him, making him glance up at GREEZ a little fearfully. "I'm going to get squashed, I just know it..." He groans quietly.

He turns to TIGERWOLF after taking a deep breath to regain his composure. "Do they mean at their size or ours? I don't think I can keep up if they start marching." He asks.

Heard Darken's concern about feet. After a few seconds of thinking about it, just lifts the scaled one up with both hands. Barely any pressure added to the lifting. Then Darkan was set on one of his shoulders. "No worry now."

• As not to cause more delay, the Arcanist turns around and starts leading the group towards their destination, it would be some time before they finally reach the perimeter of the Fire Giant city.

-PLACEHOLDER-

• The team approach the mountainside and come across an enormous installation built into the mountain, built with dark, angular stone walls resembling obsidian, orange light beaming out of tiny rectangular slits like furnaces. Buildings dotted around the city appeared to be guard towers, barracks and checkpoints manned by huge Fire Giants favouring medium and heavy armour with flaming broadswords and composite bows.

It didn't take long at all before one of the tower guards calls down to the group, commanding them to stop. Two more fire giant guards on ground level stomp up towards the group,

FG-GUARD: "Who are you and what is your business here?"

Think carefully about your 'approach', I will monitor the content of your interactions with various NPCs. Approaches are Professional (Diplomacy), Assertive (Intimidate) and Charm (Bluff). Skill checks only influence, not define the outcome of these approaches; you are not restricted to approaches which you have the highest skill mod for. NPC and groups vary in which approaches they like or dislike.

We here to meet with big chief, We wolftooth clan The Doctor says with no fear or malice.

A large hand waved above his head. "Want to be friends you guys. Help each others out when need to." Not trying to be any one way just his normal free hearted self.

Karol looks up at the imposing giants and nods politely

greetings, warriors. May your blades be every sharp. I am Karol Heartsinger, and we bear messages and offers from the Great Chief of the Wolftooth Tribe for your leader.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (11) + 18 = 29

Wolfrager makes her triumphant return from the clutches of sickness and work!

"We are from the Wolftooth clan here looking to have a meeting with the Firant (Insert proper title that I cannot remember, if Runt would not know specifically she defaults to the highest authoritative title she does know) and time is not something we have a lot of" Wolfrager says letting the last statement linger so that she was not outright demanding they hurry up and let them in.

Thankfully assertive/aggressive is pretty much exactly how Runt responds to every situation which means in this situation I get to use my best roll! Heres hoping intimidation doesnt backfire heh
Intimidate: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (18) + 19 = 37

• The Fire Giant Guards frown at the group as they explained their presence, a look of disdain on their faces as the group introduced themselves. One of the guards turns to the other and motions them off back inside and turns to WOLFRAGER,
"What does our General need to speak to /you/ about? There are local law enforcement in the main towns if you really needed help."

The guard takes his broadsword out and touches the tip to the ground, the heat element singeing the hard ground for effect.

We come to talk about making tree-tea so we can crush humans The Doctor says loudly

Darkan peers around the large orc's head, not really too happy with showing himself to all of these new giants yet.

Though a little apprehensive at first, he was a little relieved to be off the floor, though made sure to not comment on the smell...

This wasn't the first orc he'd been near.

Instead, he keeps an eye out around the party, as he was well aware that the group were easy to spot and surround.

Karol gives Wolfrager a look. Now is not the time to butt heads! Noble guard, as I said we bear messages and offers to your leader. Perhaps that one should judge the messages merits. They are of importance, and for your leader.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (4) + 18 = 22

bloody dice!

Distracted by the less diplomatic of the party, Karol was not at his best.

• The Fire Giant Guard peers down at KAROL with little respect,
"No weapons past this point; one spark, one punch and you're all going in the dungeon!", he rumbles.

The team is shown through into the courtyard where training was taking place with two-handed weapons. There was a check-point where all martial weapons had to be declared before entry was allowed. Weapons would be returned when authorised and when the team leaves the Fire Giant Fortress.

• ODAK's sword and shield plus JARED's Revolver and Gladius were confiscated as part of the procedure.