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Hearing the holy man's stoyr, Gorrum's brow furroughs "Aye, a live witch is bad enough, a dead witch alive again.... well, that's bad" he say solemnly. Knowledge(History) Wild die Investigation Wild die
"Tell us more of the jury and the judge, Father" Gorrum asks
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Gorrums eyebrow raises when he notices the trinkets and fetishes warding the predation of witches etc... He sits back and allows the others to interrogate the woman.
"Mmph" Gorrum chuckles "Find right woman, that the hard part."
Fight from the estate: Sprinting down the road, whistles dogging their every step, a cacophony of dogs from estates on each side rising up to serenade their flight through the night, the intrepid band could not help but grin madly at the excitement of their current predicament. Skidding around a corner,the crew drew up seeing a city patrol crossing a side street ahead. Another shrill whistle spurred them back into motion, ducking down a side street opposite. A yell from behind...their pursuers had seen the large Orgun enter the alley! Leading the way, fleet Saintus scanned the surrounding buildings for means of escape. His eyes spied an unused crane jutting from a warehouse up ahead, it's rope dangle out of reach...of a normal sized man, but mayhaps not an Ogrun. Stopping below the rope, he silently pointed upwards to the others that ran up , panting. Gorrum looked up and easily grabbed the rope, giving it a tug. It held fast. With quick movements, he clasped his hands in a cradle and gave each of his companions a boost up to the rope, which they clambered up to wait looking down for him to follow. The whistles and now dog barks were getting close. With a leap , the Ogrun clambered up after the others, ducking in and pulling up the rope, just as a crew of torch bearing guards and dogs emerged onto the street. Easing the crane door closed the companions watched as the first dogs sniffed their way to where the rope had hung. Milling about confusedly, the dogs whinged and snarled, then whimpered as they were kicked by their tenders. With yells of frustration, the guards raced down the length of the street before pausing, confused at the intersection. Choosing a direction they ran off in pursuit of their prey. Chuckling quietly, the four companions smiled and nodded to each other in the darkness, before turning to see where they'd found safety. From the faint light cast by from the partially open door, the group could see that the warehouse had been unused for some time, cobwebs and sheets covered everything. The sheets were covering oddly shaped tradegoods, not boxes but something else entirely. Inching forward , Zadlu grabbed the edge of a sheet and lifted it to get a peek a what was inside. His movement must have unbalanced the goods underneath for they bagan to fall. Jumping back in alarm as a flood of bone white arms and legs cascaded down around him, seemingly trying to grasp his limbs. Stifling a startled yell, he cast about him fending off the assault. The others likewise, drew weapons and advanced to save their friend from the onslaught. That is until they noticed Morven's deep chuckle "'Dey be pretend,don ye ken? Fer the dressies and coatsies!" her chuckle growing into a deep belly laugh and the faces of her companions. Shaking her head, she checked the street for sign or sound of their pursuit. Seeing nothing and hearing nothing, she shakes her head at the now chagrined and grinning faces of her friends, then leads them back down the rope to escape back into the city.
Gorrum grunts in agreement "Too many eyes , will be better in the dark."
Crossing his arms and watching the Lord's carriage trundle away. "Hrmph, so we go look at tomb now? We take long way around?" Gorrum says, indicating the wall surrounding the estate.
Rising from where he was crouching, trying to look less threatening to the wretch, Gorrum "Yes, this stink will stay in my nose permanently if we stay much longer." As he walks to the edge of the boneyard with Andrej he mutters "Another unreliable sighting of a beautiful girl desacrating graves....these be strange tidings."
I've no complaints, yer doing just fine Scranford.
"Ug, disgusting. I prefer the other boneyard." Gorrum mutters as he steps carefully around a putrescent burial mound. Notice check 1
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Gorrum has no issues bedding down in the holy temple, taking what ever accomodations are offered.... his rumbling snores soon reverberating through the arched edifice.
Watching the gravedigger stagger away, Gorrum shakes his head slowly then return to the others "The rotgut quickened the old man's memory. He saw a young woman at the graves the night they were desecrated"
Gorrum takes the offered jug and takes a swig. Smacking his lips, he gives the liquor back to the gravekeeper. "Alright, how about you show me those graves..." Diplomacy
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Gorrum frowns at the man's obvious obsession with the bottle of rotgut on the ground "Just take a swig already, man. If it'll calm yer nerves, or improve yer memory." the big ogrun rumbles.
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Gorrum remains quiet as Satinius puzzles the caretaker with his unintelligible accent. He cocks his head, trying to see what the old man was trying to hide with his foot.
Gorrum scans the massive cemetary, tombs and crypts in all directions.
Gorrum gets up to follow the Kossite, then pauses awkwardly and nods to the priest "Thanks for the food." he says as he picks up a loaf of bread and chews on it on the way out of the cathedral.
Gorrum blinks at Morven, not quite sure what she said but getting that it was something nice, grins back. Turning back to the priest, he says "Yes, read clues , Gorrum listens." He then focuses on the priest of Morrow, waiting expectantly.
Gorrum takes the bauble from the priest, looks at it then put it in his pocket. At Andrej's comment , he grunts "Hmmm, you track, I follow, then smash robbers of grave!"
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"Hmm, dead lived already, should stay in the ground. Badness comes from disturbing those at rest. I will help" Gorrum rumbles .
Gorrum eyes the graveyard with distrust , then focuses on the cathedral itself, instinctively appraising the stonework of the masons who built it. Notice
As he gazes at the Cathedral, he is heard to mutter "hmmm, pretty lady."
Gorrum nods and says to Gunner "Ya, that's fair." he then sniffs and indicates the roasting horse "I can have some?"
Gorrum looks up from the smashed body of the goblin, "Hmmm, thanks. You fight good too. " he rumbles to Andrej. Looking at Gunner, he says "You're caravan master? Gorrum was waiting to join caravan, but stupid gobbies tried to tie Gorrum to tree...stupid gobbies. " He pauses to give the goblin corpse a kick. "You need more guards? Gorrum is strong."
The Ogrun looks down at the gobber with great satisfaction when the last goblin makes a run for it. The goblin stumbles a bit when Andrej's arrow strikes home, allowing Gorrum a chance to intercept . Fighting
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Gorrum grunts in surprise that the gobbie survived his first hit, then shrugs and hauls off and smashes his flail into the goblin. Fighting
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The hulking Ogren shakes his flail, ensuring it's parts are all still attached. Shaking of the rest of the ropes, he lunges ahead at the goblins guarding the pack animals. Raising the flail he bellows Stinky gobbers....die!!" Fighting + wild Die
Here's Spazmodeus' Orgrun, Gorrum.
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