*wriggles in Odak's hands*
"So are they gonna pull that shard out? If so sounds excruciating" She says as she gets off her perch and heads over to a clear spot and flips out her bedroll. She than slips off her cloak and her spear, than her other weapons in a bundle next to her pack at her head. Only her diaphanous robe and cestus remain as she sighs.
"We are still camping I hope" She says as she snuggles down on the bedroll and covers her self with her feathered cloak. She smiles and utters a prayer to Calistra for pleasant dreams.
It was at the VERY beginning of the PbP. The Shaman was with the Chieftain.
His name is literally "The Shaman". I'm going to call him that from now on regardless if Gadget gives us a real name or not.
All the Orcs of clan Wolftooth know him as "The Shaman" anyways.
Let's move this conversation to Discussion, where discussion of the gameworld is supposed to go.
"Did the wizard cast this magic on you?"
"Yes..."
He failed his saving throw by at least twenty. You may now weep on his behalf.
No...
OH CRAP
I TOLD YOU GUYS I'M OUT OF IT
THE GUY NEVER ANSWERED YOUR QUESTION
GRAAAAAAAH
*head asplode from Total Story Death*
Dergosh makes a rumbling sigh that is reminiscent of a bellowing bull about to charge. “Do you not hear this scrawny human? He says they are friends with the Bearclaws. And these humans come to take our land and set traps for us and Garmack wants to pat him on his head and set him free? PTAH!” he says as he begins to get worked up. “One wizard? ONE WIZARD!??! Odak will sit on him and Tigerwolf will slit throat, then we drive the rest of the human scum from our lands. We WILL KILL THEM, WE BURN THEIR HOUSES!”
Draxia sees the man's head explode and smiles as she pops up onto one arm and purs."See I told you the wizard could of killed him at any moment" She says as she laughed a bit and than looked about.
"So what now o' fearless leader, do we pick up here and head valiantly into the enemies den to save some humans that are probably dead, or do we rest and plan in the morning?" She asks resting her head on her hand as she still lay on her bedroll.
Karol looks nonplussed. That was unexpected.
Looking at Dergosh she growled. "Yes, I also heard him say it was not of his own free will entirely. If this wizard is taking people, even descendants of Bearclaw, and manipulating them and controlling them then that is a concern for the tribe. This is a human that is married with someone from Bearclaw. Bad taste in tribe but he is human. He doesn't know better. This man's life is mine to do with as I please. For now he stays alive."
She turns to the man seeing his refusal to answer and nods. "How many guards are along the walls? How many people within the village?"
Heheheheh! Sorry about the confusion everybody! Shows me I shouldn't GM at 1 in the morning.
You start the journey back to the Village.
Odak begins to stride along with the others, heavy footfalls that could be felt even through the legs of their dire wolves. An amusing sight of the armoured giant holding the prisoner between both is hands by his chest kind of looked like he was holding some kind of toy or stuffed animal. He keeps a mindful eye on the positions of his team, staying either behind or ahead of everyone else.
As they traveled, Karol began composing a song to celebrate their victory. But after a time he decided he couldn't yet. The story wasn't over. He grinned. Excellent.
Draxia sat mostly in silence. Little was gained from the first of what soon would be many confrontations. She eyed the others with contempt as the human deserved to be strung up and flayed in the most painful displays possible. She scoffed as she rode gingerly on her steed. Maybe when they returned she could enjoy the company of some young orcs and maybe just maybe sneak away to tease and torture the human herself.
Runt stared at her companions and watched the man ride in Odak's arms. It was a strange prize to bring back but he was her prize. If they could break the magics holding him captive his information would be even more prized. Someone enslaving people with magic didn't sit well with her. Even if it was humans. Worse was using them to attack her tribe. To stoop to that level meant they were up to something. The question was what though.
Reporting to the Chieftan would be an interesting affair and she wondered if her report would have to be public or private. On her companions that was. While she was just a half-orc, her loyalty to the well being of the tribe was unquestionable. She had to fight and scrape her way into a position to be accepted as even a small part but it was now her family and her home. Yeah, she was a runt and didn't look intimidating at all. But her prowess could rarely be questioned. The fight with the trappers was proff enough. Her and Tigerclaw were very effective together. She just wondered how this particular tale would be told.
Looking up at Odak"How do you feel? You got big fast, what happened?"
It's his way in a fight, little tigerwolf. You heard my story before, on the bonfire battle. He really did hold the line single handed for a time. He gets bigger when angry or in a fight. He usually doesn't talk about it.
Karol lit his pipe as he talked, keeping a good pace.
Looks at Karol and nods. "I know. I just wondered what provoked him growing big? It is good to know these things. It was his loud booming voice and the cracking tree that alerted me he was provoked. So I hurried back to help with the trappers."
Karol puffed on his pipe, thinking.
I don't know really, and I don't think he knows really. The sound of battle, excitement maybe. Some magics can make one larger. draxia may know of them. He does it as an act of will, but sometimes it happens at whim.
"Hence why I was asking him. Odak is my friend and if I can help him piece together what sets it off then it will help him. I am not saying it will stop it but if he starts to reconizes the signs he can move to where he doesn't hurt himself when he gets bigger." looking up at Odak she moves towards him patting his side.
Odak was staring up ahead as the two half-orcs nearby began talking about him, one foot pounding in front of the other. It takes him a moment to notice little Tigerwolf getting his attention, patting against the armour plating of his leg as he turns, startled for a second.
, he rumbled, thinking he was walking too close to somebody as he strafed a little for room. He's explained to about what he's been told and turns up ahead, avoiding eye contact,
, he spoke, leaving sensibly wide pauses between his statements.
Told you. Karol said to tigerwolf.
"Yes, but like with all information I like hearing it from the source. Odak normally doesn't do that when I wake him but the circumstances change things. It is good to know." Looks up at Odak with a smile.
"We all have different triggers. I like knowing what triggers my friends."
Odak looks to his side as Tigerwolf says how he doesn't react badly when she's around, he turns his head away with a tilt again, perhaps a little shy,
, he adds, looking straight ahead.
Karol tapped his drum lightly as he walks, to the rhythm of the march. He finished his pipe, tapped it out and put it away.
I new an orc once that use to go into a berserk fury if he heard the word "elf". Strange, for I am certain he has never even seen an elf. We used to use him like a hand grenade. Point him at the enemy and say, "look a bunch of elves" and off he would go leading the charge, frothing at the mouth. Nasty hand with a great axe.
Karol sighs, stopping tapping his drum.
He died at the battle of sunken hollow. Charged the enemy line, covered in insects, killing four or five Bearclaws before he dropped. Despite his issues with elves, he was a good orc. Loyal to his clan, always willing to share his last food with you. He carried me out of a battle once, saved my life. Makoff was his name.
He turns to tigerwolf
Sorry I got distracted. Odak just has certain triggers. But he is a good ally. I don't think he will hit you for waking him up. Dergosh on the other hand, don't wake him up. It's so...peaceful when he sleeps. Except for the snores
Chuckles lightly. "I do not fear Odak. He is not Orc but he is still a friend. Loyal and strong. Sounds like you knew interesting people. Can say the same for myself but its hard to call any of them friends."
Stretching, Runt looked at the others. "You all have good stories and they will grow."
Sorry I got distracted. Odak just has certain triggers. But he is a good ally. I don't think he will hit you for waking him up. Dergosh on the other hand, don't wake him up. It's so...peaceful when he sleeps. Except for the snores
Dergosh gives Karol a sideways glance, what passes for a smile playing slying about his face. "Snores scare softskins away. Think Tarrasque coming for them."
"C'mon Heart Singer, here's a new song, try to keep up,"he says, grabbing his mace and beginning to thrash his drum-shield.
Karol winced as Dergosh's "song" was over him.
Dergosh, we're not supposed to torture the prisoner yet. Or us. Go talk to draxia. Show her your scar collection. Who knows, it may impress her.
> Odak peers down at the prisoner in his hands and holds him up to eye level for a moment, leaning his face forward and peering deeply towards the human, seemingly curious of the man. His curiosity however was cut short when he talked into a tree branch,
Hearing her name she snorts." So you wish to pawn him on to me, And his scars are nothing compared to the scars and tattoos carved into my flesh by my former masters! " She says as she than looks to Dregosh and smirks.
" I would not turn him form my bed however, I find his teeth and physique quite appealing" She whispers to Karol as she giggles softly before assuming her passive posture once again.
Garmack rides silently next to his companions, a serene expression on his face as he keeps an eye on their prisoner. After their last encounter he feels even more content with his life decisions and enjoys the company of these few friends that he has made.
He then turns to Draxia "You know, despite his brutish appearance Dergosh has his own qualities and is also quite the orc when it comes to taking care of his lady. Yo could do much worse than him" he says with a slight chuckle and a meaningfull glance towards the human
Karol chuckles aloud. Beauty and the noisy beast. I could write a story on that.
" You are right, with a few sacred scars he could be quite a catch" She giggles and looks to Karol and the others." Oh don't tell me I am the beauty in that tale I doubt Dergoshs appearance can hamper my panache for brutality" she says with a wry smile.
"What of the rest of you? With us conquering the humans who dare attacked us, what do you seek, slaves, magic, trinkets or and I hate to add these status and honor?"
I seek stories. The history of it. Then Karol grinned. But a little loot never hurt. And magic is damn handy. As to status and honor. I have status now that suits me and honor enough.
Karol looks at Draxia What do you seek, Sorceress? Battle and its ilk is not something your kind seek for its own sake.
Garmack smirks at Draxia's self derisory comment before answering her question
In orc (so he doesn't scare the prisoner) "I only wish to protect that which is important to me, and all the better if I can slay some humans and gain wealth and land for my tribe at the same time
Draxia nods as she looks to Karol and Garmack."both those pursuits seem to match you two well. Me I seek the baubles, and maybe a few pets along the way"She says as she giggles and looks to the prisoner.
" I do wish to see that thing extracted from his body, I bet it will be excruciating" She giggles again and than smiles."Also this crystal intrigues me and I wish to know how it works? Cause we might be able to turn it about and use it to see this ingenious Wizard"
Tigerwolf chuckled hearing this.
"Stories, treasure, land, and pets. What crystal are you talking about? You talking about something you can see with magic? He has burn marks."