"We were told to grow this clan and prove our strength. We've made good time reaching Urgir and we have a few days to spare. We should spend some time hunting. All manner of beasts prowl the wilds out here. A few trophies should help to prove our might", Segovax says. "Kezt, do you see any tracks that are worth following?"
If Ketz thinks he's making progress, Segovax will agree to remove some of the restraints.
Seg struggles to make sense of the journal's contents as translated via Ordrud. "Keep at it. Some of that might be good info if you can translate the rest. Any of the names you picked out mean anything to anyone?"
"Keep marching. We've got a lot of ground to cover."
Segovax advances with his weapon in hand and his eyes on the trapped beast.
"Your gorthek was rampaging through our camp. It's ours now. If you're not just a fool you'll swear yourself to our clan and we might let you train the beast if it survives this", Segovax warns. "Otherwise, get out of here. This clan has no room for weak links."
I'm assuming there's no complaints about the watch order.
Evil Orcy Stuff:
Segovax doesn't retire right away. Once he's out of his armor and his bedding's ready he drags the prisoner onto the furs where he claims his prize - exposed and under the stars in tribute to Nulgreth. Only after she's lost consciousness does he finish, bind her limbs again, and drift off to sleep.
Segovax gestures for the party to break, while silently cursing his damaged eyesight. "We march again tomorrow. Goblins you have first watch. Ordrud you and the fire-speaker have the second watch. Mogrohl and I will take the last. I doubt the softskins will attack so far from their little walls but the beasts out here are bold enough."
Segovax gives the hobgoblin a grunt and nod that says ’well done’, before loading the loot onto Gorehoof and Doom. He tosses the prisoner across the bull’s rear haphazardly and grabs the chain lead but stays on foot himself.
”We don’t have much time then. We march and any stragglers we find along the way we recruit. I wouldn’t worry ‘bout her. She’ll loosen up plenty after tonight”, the hulking orc says darkly.
I’m not sure on Aronok’s current health. The infernal healing you got will heal you up 10 hp. Figure out how negative you were when you got stabilized.
”We’re not part of any Twisted Heart or Twisted Nail”, Segovax growls. ”But we could be…”
”Ordrud, take the goblins and follow the softskin’s tracks. If the stitcher’s right, they got more supplies near here.”
Red Dawg, are we doing some sort of time skip or were you just summarizing our current objectives?
Segovax holds his gore-caked weapon aloft. "Victory!" he bellows.
Sliding off Gorehoof's broad back, he kicks the half-elf's knife aside and roughly searches her for any others weapons. Once that's done he retrieves a short length of rope from his pack and binds the woman's hands.
"Stitcher! Once you're done with the hobgoblin, see what you can do to keep that human from bleedin' out. He might make a decent slave once he's broken. The rest of you strip whatever you can find of value and drag the bodies back to camp. The beasts'll eat good tonight."
I think you missed the reflex save for the rider vs Nusku's spell.
Ride (fight with mount): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Segovax puts his heels into Gorehoof's sides as he balks at the sight of the flames that shoot across his snout. The hulking orcs rears back to finish the job, cleaving into the softskin 'warrior' in front of him.
Gorehoof - Aid: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Chop (power attack, mounted, aid): 1d20 + 6 - 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 - 1 + 1 + 2 = 25
If that drops him Seg's going to move too.
Will: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14
Segovax growls as the softskin's spell clouds his thoughts. With a roar he shakes the enchantment off and returns his attention to the battle.
Ride (fight with mount): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Gorehoof is further enraged when he's battered by the warhorse but a barked command from his master forces him to obey. The war bull leans in with his horns in time to support Segovax's attack.
Gorehoof - Aid Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Whipping his orcish axe overhead, Segovax buries it in his opponent's mount's neck.
Chop (power attack, mounted, aid): 1d20 + 6 - 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 6 - 1 + 1 + 2 = 19
Angered that the dwarf would wound one of his men, Segovax and Gorehoof thunder into the melee. The hulking orc roars as he cleaves into the heavily armored dwarf with a brutal two-fisted blow from his orcish axe. The scent of blood in the air nearly sends the war bull into a frenzy.
Chop (power attack, mounted): 1d20 + 6 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 6 - 1 + 1 = 25