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Thoku, life is a difficult path strewn with many a disembodied corpse, eviscerated prisoner and manhood-less vassal. It is at times like these that we are reminded that it behooves one to act with the callous disregard for system or habit that makes weaklings of the lesser races. Orcs ferocity is granted by the showing of might as much as the act itself. Worthy is as worthy does, and afterwards the breezes blow cold through their empty ribs while they do the pike-dance.
Looks like we the beginnings of vassals here. Shakraal suggests we take all the chattel (human slaves) to sell and prizes (orcs) to keep as nucleus of new tribemembers. Our deeds should attract all the outliers and unwanteds from the other tribes. We should be careful and vet these lest we end up with an outcast and unruly tribe. Any chance we can flay/skin Gurtru's and Shrogkar's heads (after interrogation of course, or, as part of...) and keep/gain the tattoo magic that way? Otherwise we use the transfer tattoo magic spell? 2nd level? Barbarian here I come. Suggestions for archetypes anyone? Unchsined Barbarian? I'm already torn enuff wanting to be 2nd level Witch and getting Fortune Hex, but I really like the HP, armor and rage...
Shakraal blinks as her life-ender seals the fate of earthworms and dust. She pulls back in a dread arc of mortal force, two handed again attempting to cleave the weird-shaman's head from putrescent body. "Gravid wench - you shall be your own spawn's undoing, and our salvation!!!!!" 5' step to 7,8/Q,R
[+2 Str, -1 Large, +1 mwk]
Um, so okay, this happened:
Dragon - do you want to hit me with this nerfbat?
Shakraal revels in the chaos and destruction - even the fear wrought by Shrogkar on her tribemate fills her with savage excitement. Win or lose, this is the night for magnificent deeds and foul slayings. The warwitch hefts her warfang high in two hands and charges the gravid witch Gurtru... "We will have your progeny!!! Again the warwitch proves less than stellar... Full Round Action: Charge to 7,8/P,Q [+2 Str, -1 Large, +1 mwk, +2 charge]
Shakraal thrills to see the bloodshed, and heedless of the danger charges the remaining guard her own blade held low to pierce the warrior's brainpan... Full Round Action Charge to DE/89. [+0 BAB, +2 Str, +1 mwk, -1 Large, +2 charge]
Fleshripper - 22
Shakraal mulls over the options. "Brothers. Let us be wily and wary. The Dead Eye are animals, and as such, not to be treated with any kind of trust. Which leaves the Defiled Corpse. Which are illustrious leader hails from. [indicates Thoku] And Choot shares affinity with." [indicates Choot and Thrall in turn.] Shakraal pauses momentarily before locking eyes with Thoku. "But. Thoku - your tribe will perhaps not wish to see you leave their creche. I say we keep our new band a secret tryst, and rather we appear to be on a hunt of our own devising, with no more to it than that. Thus we blend truth with fiction, and create …. myth. The Defiled Corpse may accompany us in any kind of strength they wish, but we must retain our prize, for our own designs. Well?"
"Axebeak. It's been a while." Shakraal shrugs and takes her portion. The war witch scans the thronging multitude at their various amusements, diversions, tests, trials and bloodsports. Mid-chew she breathes the festivities in. "So. On to the next trial, eh mates?"
Have fun Tyler!!!! ;)
Fine to advance. Co-chief is not orcish. Hahahahaha! Priceless. As I said, Shakraal will support Thoku as Chief. Right up until she needs to remove his head and use it as a urinal. ;) That's Orcish. Shakrral is way too clever to expose herself to all the threats, politics and intrigue of leadership. She saw firsthand what it did to her mother, and what her mother did to/for her to maintain and keep it.
Shakraal's head angles ever so slightly as Thoku speaks. Her eyes narrow as if she has encountered something...wrong. "Brave Thoku. You speak of Kern and I joining you. Is this to be your tribe? Why should it not be couched as you joining mine? Or Kern's, or Hakak's, or Kraq's? Are you to be chief? By what right? Might? Blood?" Shakraal looks to each in turn. "We are a good unit, a squad perhaps, but a true tribe respects more than just physical primacy or the dark arts. Do not mistake my desire to form a new tribe as a desire to replace one serfdom with another. And before you ask, no, I do not seek to be the chief. But if I am to be then so be it." Shakraal knows she is preching revolutionary concepts, but her mind is bent toward a new age, where orcs leave behind the vestiges of their primitive ways.
Shakraal's keloid warded skin returns to normal, she dons her mask to view Choot's handiwork through her wyrdsight. [+3 Wis, +2 mask] Seeing a job well done, she thanks Choot brusquely in the orc fashion - a curt nod after examining his craft. Then she removes her mask again. The warwitch listens to Kern, and nods slowly. "As we are the newest tribe among orcs this eve, I would say we take a new path and claim oursleves a tribe without need of priests or gods... But if we are to claim legitimacy before the other tribes, and avoid their constant attention we needs must make a show of following the old ways, as Kern says. f we had a band of a thousand warriors, and a hold to call our own - then perhaps we could dispense with hidebound ways. So - yes, I agree, we find Dretha's blessing on the morrow." With that Shakraal stares into the fire. "What Kring will make of her errant daughter is another matter entirely..."
Angered by her failure to sway the cannibal, Shakraal considers a stoic silence, but the piercing in her leg weeps blood yet. She smears a little on Thoku. "By this I honor thee Thoku. [here turns to the necrorcmancer] Choot. I am…also…injured." Shakraal cradles her mask, and uses her falchion to ease herself to a kneeling position. Shakraal eyes the small tidbits of the grisly remains of their attackers. "We can also bring dishonor to the Twisted Nail by proving they broke the Flood Truce. If we initiate a true tribe, we may gain adherents from them, as well as others who wish to band with us."
Shakraal limps over to the cannibal, favoring her leg and leaning on her overlarge falchion. She eyes the captive warrior's steaming body with much pleasure. Though he fought her tribe, he has taken his suffering with great fortitude, and the sight of his pulsing sinew and musculature excites her. The wyrdcaster hunches down next to the prisoner, and runs a sharp talon shaped gauntleted fingernail down the hulk's skull, tracing the passage of melted bronze. The dreadmasque lifts, and the horrid wilting eye of potent doom slips open, blinking twice oozily before settling its baleful gaze on the unfortunate with a deep stare. Shakraal closes her two eyes as she whispers into the mewling and whining cannibal's ear. "Tell us that which we wish to know. And perhaps you will live. [Here Shakraal grabs the prisoner's head to force its eyes to watch Hakak's handiwork with scythe'n'balls and Fleshripper's gulpy-gulpy, while her other hand clutches the victim's own manhood for effect] With your manhood." Shakrall graces the cannibal with a grisly smile.
Perhaps her injuries impair her purpose, or her lust addles her. Regardless, the effect is not that which she hopes for.
Shakraal makes a great show of spluttering as the males wave their virtual epic appendages in the air. "Your lust is sated? It is no wonder the orc is not the champion of creation. His. Lust. Ends. Let the women rule, and see how lust is mastered. We lust for everything eternally. But most of all, we lust for control. Control of our menfolk. Control of our place in our tribe. And we lust to control that which comes closest to conquering us. The Moon." Here Shakraal's voice drops to a growl. The wyrdwarrior stoops as she removes her hideous mask, and rubs her jaw. She sighs. "Let us sleep, either with our tribes or together, as the nucleus of a new tribe. By tomorrow's end we should have a legion of ardent adulation. And many enemies. Whither you go, sleep with One. Eye. Open." Shakraal opens her third eye to emphasise her point.
Yup. I figured ritual disembowellment was the only visceral response ftting to your bloody awesomeness. :)
So although Thoku is Grappling I can still Aid Another: Intimidate?!!?!
Shakraal lurks by Thoku looking at others in the "audience" menacingly, making sure it is evident just who her champion is...
How do I aid Another here? I'd like to help Thoku, but not sure how - even after reading your post D.o.a.a.f…. @Also a bit confused on the terminology. I've got 8 Fame, but got two consecutive bonuses of "+2 to next trial" - one from the Trial of the Word Hoard, which I used in the Trial of Thunder, which netted me the second bonus of +2 to my next trial… I thought Fame was distinct from the Trials…?!?!?
Yeah I want a vellum cuneiform comic book of orcesses in lewd positions that can only be read by my third eye when I'm enlarged made out of the skins of....I dunno. I'l leave that bit up to you... ;P
updating tomorrow. Sorry about the confusion. I didn't want to railroad you guys. Hey I'm not seeing any railroad. Anyhoo, I've never been against a judicious amount of "time to move on" when the players are flailing.
Sure. I'm up for it. Most likely to aid though. Don't want to get my mask all messy...
'K thanks Samnell. Kraq - you take the mwk regular falchion, I'll take the Large mwk falchion, and Kern takes the mwk double axe. All happy.
Fame standings: Trial of the Word Hoard: Thoku, Kraq, Hakak +2 Fame.
Trial of Thunder: Thoku +4 Fame
So: Choot - 6 Fame
Shakraal listens appreciatively to Thoku, then steps up and unleashes her own blood-curdling, ululating cry, a strident wordless choruscating wail-paean of chthonic darkness and blinding light. Her body shakes with the effort, but she manages to stay upright.
Also, suppose I could run the lootmongering. I'm already doing it for some dragon of ash and flame guy's Kingmaker. It's a good way to make sure treasure doesn't fall down the memory hole. Hey that would be awesome Hakak/Samnell...
Oh um yeah, I'm off to ..... Ulaan Bataar, so I might be posting from the back of a Mongolian pony. Or was it Ganymedes? Alaska? Alpha Centauri? Haha. Kidding. I can't afford the ticket to Ganymedes. Have fun in the City of ...whatever Paris is famous for. Love? Romance? Bridges? Rues?
The way I understand it - if you win you get +2 to the next Trial. Only. So keep on winning. ;)
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