Olrune takes a knee. "We are not mindless savages. We only seek to live freely, but your civilization will not allow that. Our blood runs too hot to live under your twisted and corrupt laws. So we fight." Olrune casts detect magic, looking for any spells on the man. "What is your name?"
@Olrune: You see an aura emanating from the man that can only be described as draconic. It is ancient and powerful, savage, yet controlling.
"My name is Tarlen," the man says. You barely hear him, as you are mesmerized by the aura created by the spells on him.
@Runt: "We certainly could try."
Tigerwolf smiles. "Tarlen. We can try. I will wait for those who know magic to see if they can identify what is going on with you. Draxia, can you understand the magic on the man?" She looks down at the medal studying it.
Dergosh was becoming impatient as the interrogation wore on. He liked the shouting and scaring part, but all this talk…it was just postponing the inevitable. It was obvious what needed to be done: run down these humans just as they had run down clan Bearclaw. No time like the present, when the humans couldn't see well.
And he found the process a bit confusing. First they frightened the scrawny human good and proper…but then they offered him the prize of mating with Draxia? That sounded pretty good to Dergosh.
Hmmmm, must be playing good orc, bad orc.
@Olrune: you discern that the ward is a powerful necromancy spell that some Wizard created. You see a ghostly black spike positioned on the man's heart, and the runes surrounding it tell you that the spike will go in if he says anything. About what, you can't tell. The runes seem to shift into Draconic from there.
Olrune carefully pronounces the draconic words, seeing if Deadeye can make anything of them.
It's an ethereal spike. You would need magic to pull it out.
"That sounds like Draconic, but... I can't understand it."
"Hmmm I can do a few things to test" She says walking over pulling her dagger. She smiles as she runs the blade across the mans cheek and letting the blood flow. Smiling she utters the words for Detect Magic which in suit let her runes flare to life in the red gold. She leans in and licks the blood.
She savors the blood as she looks over the auras on him and giggles."Yes I am tasting a few things interesting in his blood"
Alright, Draxia... where in your backstory does it say how effin' creepy you are?
Hey, you're roleplaying it really well. I honestly thought you were just a really creepy chaotic neutral character. But that's what most evil characters aim to look like! ^_^
Olrune watches Draxia silently. This one should be watched. "So Tarlen. Anything else you would like to tell us? There are a couple ways out of this predicament and your fortune increases with information given."
"I have no more information I can give, just... please, save my family. I can't go back, they'll burn me."
"Is there a way for you to let Lantik see the magic stuff?" Shifts and looks at Draxia wondering what in the world she was thinking. That looked more like just want to do it than anything else.
"If he does as I suggested. Giving us signals will he be able to?"
Hearing his words she looked at him. "So you are saying you are under a compulsion and yet you are asking Orc's to save your family? You are truly desperate aren't you. Tell us what you can that doesn't reveal anything about the dragon knights or house."
@Tiger: No. Whoever cast the spell accounted for that.
Olrune looks Tarlen in the eye. "What do they look like?"
" Well if this Wizard was powerful enough he could burn you now? I mean even the smallest baubles they have can aid in killing you afar?" She said as she smiled looking at the others with little a care.
She knew they were looking at her, not knowing her plan or any pattern to her actions. She would play this card for a while before she was in need to change tactics. She let her eyes look to the ones who she felt bored into her soul. She than shrugged."Besides if you feared this man why would you leave your mate and offspring for this man to torture! We orcs take care of our people and if their is a dispute we will fight each other honorably. This human is of no further use so can I listen to him squeal before we end him?"
"Please, I didn't want to die, I just - I just want you to save my wife and daughter!"
The man is in tears now. You broke him, Draxia, good job.
"You will do no such thing Draxia." He looks back at Tarlen. "I'll ask again, what does your family look like? I can't bloody well protect them if I don't know what they look like."
"My... my daughter has bright green eyes, and she's about three years old... pale flesh, dark hair... She always has a little Orc doll her mother made her - my wife's descended from Bearclaw, real proud of it..."
Draxia smiles at the sight of the defiant mans tears and walks over to take a seat on one of the dead humans. She bares her fangs at the man and than utters in orc."Your welcome"
Tigerwolf looked at him and nodded. "Your wife?"
"She should be with my daughter. She has a bit of an underbite and her teeth are a bit big, so that one of them sticks out of her mouth a little."
Olrune mouths the description, then nods and stands up. "So Tarlen. Would you prefer to be executed or to die fighting?"
Karol idly taps his drum as he watches the thers in action.
hmm draxia is acting a little...crazy. Still if it has a good effect. What, let him fight?
he is no warrior, yet you allow him honor. You are either a hero or a fool. Why not let him go. Or cut his throat. Or let Draxia have her fun. Karol looks around. We have a mission to finish.
"I am neither, just a man with honor. Letting him go is impractical, and I offered a clean execution." Olrune stares down at the man. "So what'll it be?"
Alright, Draxia... where in your backstory does it say how effin' creepy you are?
"IF the shaman's can remove the magic of the spike then he would be invaluable for information."
She looked at the man. "What can you tell us of the village and its defenses? This wizard? How many more teams of trappers are there?
Despite his hatred for humans, Garmack feels pity for this poor human. Enslaved and used by his own kind for an individuals gain... It reminded him of his childhood. His master's teachings came back to him and he spoke quietly in Olrune's ear.
In Orc "Perhaps he need not die like a dog or a warrior Olrune. We hold close ties with some human villages. Perhaps we could deliver him there so that he may live the rest of his life in atonement for the deaths he has caused and learn the proper way of living?"
Despite his kind words, his hatred for the human still boiled. But it was wiser to listen to his heart and his teachings. Besides, the man had younglings and a mate who needed him as much as he did them and he would not condemn innocents to perish simply for his own personnal vengeance.
Draxia just sits on the dead human and waits. She had played her part, she sought now to rest and regain her energies. She though contemplated this wizard and his potential baubles. Maybe she would find some items there that she could get good use out of that few save the drum carrying Karol could use.
She focused back on the scene before her and noticed the orc Dergosh staring at her and she gave the orc a little wink and bared her teeth before she went back to her for planning.
Olrune looks down for a moment, then nods. Orc - "Let's see if the shaman can make anything of this. Odak, put that gear on our mounts, pick this one up. Don't harm him unless he tries to escape."
Olrune looks down for a moment, then nods. Orc - "Let's see if the shaman can make anything of this. Odak, put that gear on our mounts, pick this one up. Don't harm him unless he tries to escape."
Still holding the loot in his hands, he sees Olrune trying to talk to him and the giant starts to panic a little
The giant sort of gets that Olrune wants him to do something with the mounts and the captured human, so he makes a wild guess.
Odak steps over towards the human and grasps him tight between his leather-bound digits and holds him at chest level with the loot held in the other hand, looking towards the mounts with mild caution then back to the Orc.
Olrune smacks himself in the head, then repeats his request in common.
Garmack smiles at his companion's good natured friendship before returning to the humans side
"Do not be afraid. We have been harsh with you but only so that we may come to the bottom of this strange situation. We will bring you to one of our nearby human villages where we will let you live in relative freedom if you make an oath never to cross our kin again and spend your life living in proper peace with us and the land we live in." he says with a stern glance
His eyes then soften slightly as he continues "I know the suffering you have endured for I lived the same at the hands of your kind. If all goes well with our mission, you shall soon be reunited with your younglings and your mate so you may live peacefully without the threat of this wizard."
Olrune smacks himself in the head, then repeats his request in common.
Odak listens to Olrune once more and nods his head in acknowledgement, , the giant kneels down to put the equipment onto one of the mounts and when he's done, stands back up holding the human in both hands, studying him closely enough that the man could see Odak's eyes through his helm
, he says to the man, keeping his eyes fixed upon him to make sure he doesn't try anything funny.
Karol listens to Olrune's plan and thinks hero or fool? Time will tell, Olrune.
Karol keeps his silence for now, but wonders how Dergosh will react. Loudly probably.
"Shaman first so we can tell if the spell can be broken." Tigerwolf said. "While this is all well and good we still need more information. The wolves left instead of staying here. I found traps around. Tarlan, are you the only group of trappers out tonight?"
"Yes... we're the only ones the Wizard trusts outside of the town."
"Is there a way in town that the wizard doesn't monitor. Do you know the layout of the town. How many people are in it? This information will help us."
Lantik has gone to sleep until morning. Don't wake him! He has a loaded musket!