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"Gorrrrummmmm!" laughs Quarrel. He shakes his sword in the air as he says it. He may be mocking Hru.
"Ooopsee," grins Quarrel.
"Don't forget about me!" hoots Quarrel as he joins the battle at Ovirid's side attacking one of the orcs with both shortswords. One sword draws blood and the attention of a very angry orc.
Quarrel is quite eager to join the scouting party.
"Ho-ho-home!" whoops Quarrel pointing across the bridge at the caves he's taken up residence in.
Quarrel glares at Kelborn. He mouths something but does not say it out loud. You suspect he mouthed the word, "Pansy" but can't be sure.
"Beetlerajahs?" asks Quarrel looking suspiciously at Kelborn.
While Quarrel doesn't speak dwarven, he's able to figure out that the conversation is about "orcs" and fighting. "Beetlerajahs!" Quarrel cries triumphantly surprising the Kannonfodders who had assumed the bugbear in the corner was stuffed. Hands reach for axes until they see how the King and Lord Orlan look affectionatedly on their goblinoid friend.
"Now, he is friend."
"He no friend," says Quarrel, indicating Ovirid. "He dwarf. Hoohooharooo!"
The pounding is coming from the same gate Orlan entered through. With the light coming up in the east, you can see the silhouette of a bugbear pounding on the porticullis with shaft of a greataxe."Hunh!" Orlan grunts as he comes up behind Klyndak, "Quarrel? That be yer knockin' out there?" "Harroororoo! You like soup? Quarrel need talk."
Having watched your argument over the rings with great amusement, Quarrel finally interrupts and asks, "You go up see Beetlerajah? Quarrel go you with."
Orlan: Spoiler: "Kinsmen? Quiver dead. Quarrel go hunting. Come back, find hairless coward kill them all. Quarrel track to hotlands." Quarrel thinks for a moment. Holding up ten fingers, he says, "Orcs ... many orcs ... maybe dozen. They go there. Go. Come back. Go again." he says pointing toward the Cinderlands.
Quarrel looks ragged, less well kept than before, no longer braiding the longer hair around his neck and mane. He looks like he hasn't kept himself very clean and hasn't bothered to bathe. In other words, he smells and looks like a bugbear. "Alone? Yes, Quarrel alone. Beetlerajah why come?"
Orlan makes his way down the weathered and chipped stone ladders carved into the side of the cliff by his ancestors. He moves closer to the cave mouth that he saw the bugbear come out of but stealth is not his strongsuit. A bugbear slips out of the cave, bow drawn and well aimed 15' away from the dwarf. For some reason he hesitates. "Beetlerajah?".
Quarrel looks grimly at the scene and make a decision. "Quarrel brave," he says with a forced grin and slowly walks out across the balcony and the bridge speaking in goblin. His goblin is, oddly enough, worse than Klyndak's:
Spoiler: "What tribe this? Quarrel no heard of Dwarven-head-on-sword tribe."
"RRrrrrrr," growls Quarrel.
"We were after killin' the batwings some two weeks ago but there might be more o' them now. Straight through this spire there is a door that will be takin' ya straight ta a bridge across which yer brother is bein' kept. We were after barrin' it against hobgoblins whilst we explored the rest o' the spires." "Quarrel go?" he asks hopefully pointing in the direction Klyndak indicated.
The bugbear looks puzzled for a second then laughs. "Dwarf talk funny. Quarrel come from there." He points to the side of the valley and the mountains opposite of the way you came. "Many spiders in valley but five here." "Darkflapwings take Quiver long days time past. Quarrel tracker."
"Haroooo!!" cheers the bugbear.
The bugbear, too far away to hit with his hammer but not wanting to miss out on the fun entirely, throws his warhammer. It hits the spider with a crunching sound and then falls into the web.
The bugbear looks at Klyndak with a toothy grin. Waving a dwarven warhammer he says "Hammer sticky," as if to explain why he missed. The warhammer is thickly covered in white spiderwebs since his plunge through the web.
A snarling howl can be heard as a humanoid creature swings through the web and lands on the stairs near the approaching spiders. Without hesitating, the humanoid -- a leather-armour clad bugbear attacks one of the two remaining spiders. ... missing ridiculously which kind of ruined what would have been a dramatic entrance.
Quarrel pauses for a long time and then decides. "Dwarf over bridge. Ugly like you. Tough fighter." he grins a toothy grin. He then departs with his brother and the motley crew you have rescued.
"Quarrel go with brother. Quiver no die." He looks fondly at the dwarf, nods curtly to Manfred and Kamris, and cocks a head towards the fireweaver before saying to Orlan "She tough." Pointing a finger at Orlan he pronounces carefully: "Dwarf battle-rajjah."
Quarrel looks sadly at his brother. "We go kill Azubal?" he asks.
Quarrel starts when he sees an emaciated bugbear hanging from its ankles. The bugbear is unconscious but alive. He growls furiously and begins to move towards the hobgoblin.
Kamris sighs at Orlan's bluster and raises an eyebrow at Manfred, "Yes, you did indeed 'kick his arse'" he says dryly to the dwarf. "Beetle-raja kick arse! Hoo-hoo!!"
"Hahoo!"
"Beetle-Raja, Hooohooo!!" yells Quarrel as he follows Manfred up the stairs ready to enter melee combat if possible.
"What yuh be thinkin' of that idea? Can yuh be trustin' a dwarf? And can a dwarf be trustin' yuh as well?" "Quarrel like dwarf. Quarrel beetle-raja!!" then he does the thing with the warhammer and the hoo-hooing noise again. He points to the steps you've just come up from. "Go kill goblins?"
Quarrel seems amused by Orlan. "Quarrel beetle-raja!" he says whirling a dwarven warhammer over his head and howling cheerfully. Then he gets serious and says "Quarrel find brother. Darkflappingwings take brother. Quarrel follow here. Quarrel tracker!! ... More goblins kill?".
The bugbear watches and listens to Yin and Kamris and then says, in common, to Orlan who still blocks his path: "She fine. He fine. You fine? I fine. Okay. Bye. Quarrel go now." |
