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Presenting for your consideration: Mazon Blacksun. A young woman with lots of unexplored potential. ^^

I'm sorry to cut Djivan out of it, too, but the alternative is even less palatable, right? :-\

I think it'd probably be better to put such a post on the recruitment forum at large, rather than just our tab. DMs might not look. ^^

And yes, I'm interested!

You want me to beat on someone's chest? o_õ I'll kill 'em!

Maybe we could find someone else to continue DM-ing, so we can maintain the group?

Shall we call it, doctors?

*bump*

Dot. ^^

Great, now you made me think of an otyugh version of Sweeney Todd. ^^;

Well, unless there's been a very weird breeding project going on down here, that's not an otyugh.

Mazon bears her teeth in a soundless growl and moves ahead as quietly as she can.

Huzzah! ^^

Take compliments when you get them, Maxis. ;)

Mostly for squid and octopi, though. ^^;

Great! You'll be chock full of antibodies! :D A high-quality ingredient.

I meant on the otyugh, you goofballs. :p

Besides, everyone knows Orcish 'chicken soup' must have chunks of Elf and Halfling floating in it.

Feel better, Djivan. Enjoy some hot chicken soup.

And Maxis? Don't forget the tentacles... o_o

Mazon follows the others as soon as she hears the door open.

"Open the door, I will follow," Mazon snarls. "Drunk! Get up here! Rear-guard!"

I think that silver sword may be a marking, to tell us this is the next passage on the escape route we need to follow...

Ha! At level 1? I'd have to be pretty lucky. ^^; At least fix me up with an Inspire Courage +1, okay?

We still need to get past the gate to get to the safehouse...

Sounds and smells like an otyugh is in our combined futures...

"Big creature, coming around the corner!" Mazon barks. "Weapons at the ready, or whatever you use!"

Nah, we'll just be carrying loot away from places that don't stink of poo. ... If we're lucky. :p

Mazon follows after Shannon without wasting another word on the 'sewer bugs'. She only pauses briefly to pick up Maxis again, once they are both on the other side of the gate.

"Bugs," Mazon says, wrinkling her nose. "Sewer bugs. Not worth our time. Let them fight the Hellknights."

Welcome back, and glad to hear you're going strong again. ^^

"Danger near," Mazon snarls, her stance shifting slightly as she jabs her staff through her pack's straps and unslings what looks like a knife on a chain. "From the left!"

"Other dangers may be closer than you think," Mazon says, pointing at the broken dagger. "Time for you to walk in back and carry the bomber. Let me go in front; I can see in the dark better than you can, without light."

"Rat-catchers," Mazon corrects Maxis. "Sewer maintenance-men. Criminals hiding from the law. Good eating. Steady work. Safe hiding and travel. Good sewer."

In response to Shannon's heartfelt sentiment, she just pats his shoulder.

Mazon's eyes narrow as she stops moving forward and regards the dagger in Shannon's hand. "Blood," she says. "Is it fresh?"

Mazon casually reaches out, grabs Maxis by the scruff of his neck and hoists him up on her shoulders.

"You keep lookout," she says. "And have better elevation to throw things. Halflings are good at throwing things that hurt."

The Orc grins at the prospect.

Mazon frowns at Ozer's back, but says nothing. She falls in at the group's back, her staff still in hand and her whole body language somehow... ready. The Orc waves away Ronwn's offer of the camphor, however.

"I grew up in an Orc tribe," she says, bluntly. "I have smelled as bad before. And worse. Besides, I must not dull my senses if I am to be the rear guard. Quiet time, now."

So, are these potions of CLW for 1d8+1?

Happy new year. ^^

"Good trick," Mazon grunts, eyeing the little swords. "I like it."

Her gaze swivels to Morosino, and her eyes narrow. "Obey Janiven," she says, her voice not quite a snarl. "She is your chief. If she is a good chief, you do as she says; you are not yet a grown man, she is more experienced."

The snarl turns into what might be an Orc smile. "Learn from good leaders to become a good man, and then you can advise her."

The Orcmaid pockets the potions and nods to Janiven. "I will go. If a shadow tries to attack, I will fight it. That is the whole reason I came to Westcrown." She turns back to the others but briefly. "You coming or not?"

Nicely done, Shannon! That ought to thin the herd a little.

Mazon grunts -- and shifts her stance slightly. "I will go with you," she says to Janiven, and follows her to the trapdoor. "Fighting hellknights would get us in trouble with all the law in this city. Too soon for that."

As she follows Janiven, Mazon draws a staff with slightly tapered ends out from under her pack's shoulder straps, and keeps it in hand.

Mazon is Lawful, so she needs a good reason to try and rescue Arael. Unlawful arrest would be good. ;)

Mazon rises to her feet, a tower of muscle and green flesh that suddenly looms over the group by the door.

"Told you there were a lot of Dotter-men around," she says, her voice not quite a growl, but certainly a bit too deep for carefree discussion.

The Orcmaid seems to be chewing over her next thought -- literally, if the twitching of her jaw is anything to go by. Then she heaves a sigh. "What they take your man Arael for, then?" she asks.

You certainly had bad luck; the forums were down several times, but they were also functional at times. ^^

"If you are big and strong, you can use it," Mazon says, shrugging. "If you are small, talky and quick, you can use it. You can use anything. Anything."

"You are weak," Mazon says, shrugging. "We all are, at first. Become stronger in one way or another." She holds out her hand to Shannon, too. "I can help you get stronger, if you let me. I welcome all good challenges."

Mazon stares at Maxis, frowning, her lips moving as she repeats his words to herself... and then she grins.

Orc grins are not pretty by anyone's standards but those of another Orc, but there is enthusiasm there.

"You talk too much, but I like what you say," Mazon rumbles. She rises and extends her right hand to Maxis. "We're not too different. Both of us, trying to find perfection by purifying away the flaws."

The Orc snorts at Ozer's words, then shrugs. "Hrm. Glory means nothing to me. I hunt to become stronger, not for praise. But that's not important, either. If good words don't sway you, I suppose I can give you some money. Will you do as I say, then?"

Mazon grins at Ronwn. "I am Orc," is all she says.

Her eyes narrow at Ozer again, and the grin slips from her face. "There anything left you won't drink to, barrel-man?" she asks.

Turning back to Ronwn, she shrugs. "Plenty of those Dotter-men in the neighbourhood, but they weren't patrolling near this street when I saw them. If there's a traitor, we'll know soon enough."

The Orc shrugs. "I obey the law if it is a good law," she says. "One that makes sense. If the law does not make good sense, it is not law. Then it is a club, being wielded by the chieftain to make himself big and everyone else small."

Mazon's brows knots in consternation at Shannon's reply. "Hrn! You were caught by enemies of your clan and they mutilated you? Bad business. Men should roar or die roaring."

"Fear is a part of life. To be rid of fear, you must grow stronger. But if your city's laws do not serve the purpose of giving stability and security to the people they restrain, then they are bad laws," Mazon says, shrugging. "Laws should bring benefits to balance the limits to freedom that they bring. You should kill your chiefs and make better laws."

Mazon's brow wrinkles in sudden thought, and she casts a dubious look on Shannon. "I think you look like a man. Why do you squeak and chirp when you sing instead of growling and roaring?"

Ozer - Mazon's words are against your character, not the character's player, okay? ^^; It's purely IC smack-talk.

Mazon casts a long, slow look on Ozer. It is remarkable that such small, red eyes can seem so cold.

"It might be interesting to hear the man speak, himself," she says. "Rather than what seems to be about a barrel's worth of ale. Orcs do not fear shadows or darkness. Unlike humans, we can see in them just fine."