Tigerwolf frowned hearing a butchered retelling of the tale as Anol tries to correct himself. Shaking her head she would look at Blound and nods.
"We bring good and bad news. We ran across humans on giant stags. We found them because the great river monster had attacked them and they fled into a ravine and attacked. Tracking them down the group attacked on the ground as myself and Garmack took out their archers on top of the ravine and provided cover fire. We captured two humans and interrogated them. None had the mark of the wizard but they told us that The Warrior's Stone had been desecrated by the humans.They knocked it over." This was important for that stone was a sacred monument to the chieftain's god.
"We continued on with the prisoners in tow to the Rock Eye Kobolds. We found out that there were some issues with leadership and made our way in through the cenote. A big hole in their roof." She pulls out the vine rope they had made showing the expert craftsmanship. "I created this when we got there with everyone's help. This is strong enough to hold Odak's weight. We got down and had to fight some fish people. Greez, Majuba, Odak, really showed their abilities then. During a lull we started interrogating another kobold about this Weedy Lady, the King, and the new upstart who had taken over. More Fishmen forcing kobolds to lead tried to attack us but I managed to pounce on them and deliver Tigerclaw into their bodies while the others finished others off that tried to ambush from the waters. We tracked down that the Weedy Lady, as they called her was making them eat different potent, "weeds" that were addictive and was taking over command using various means. We confronted her."
She looked over at Odak and to the others. "The "Weedy Lady" was a kelpie. She was no easy fight and had minions with her also. I held onto Odak's back to remain hidden but then she enchanted him and I had to knock him out of it. This prevented him from walking into the water and drowning. Irritated by the group taking out her minions within a matter of moments she through up a shield of water around herself." Grins. "But we had recovered some bombs and started to lob them into her pillar of water and landing them on her head. Finally Greez picked up one of the fishmen minions and threw it at her. The force of his throw was so much he knocked her out of her own wall of water. I finished her off with a bomb. Unfortunately she had awoken the water and caused it to try to knock us into its depths. Odak rescued me only to get caught up in it himself. We managed to save him and pull him out of the deep waters. The King was freed and he went and took out the upstart and they produced Bombs and Goblin oil for the Chief. I was also able to get my hands on some special bombs talking to their new Leader of the Burnyness as they called him."
Turgrim nods as he listens to Tigerwolf's tale. "Now that the Weedy Lady's taken out, will the kobolds continue being enslaved by those fish?" the monk wants to know.
"Oh no Fish Eggs, I hear they are amazing!"Draxia says with a smile. She looks about and nods."I had no doubt that the kobolds would side with us, These bombs however seem dumb"
Karol snickers a bit.
I've seen those " stupid bombs" kill and maim many in the war. And they'll burn humans too.
Well Mogwag is happy you had success and that you all made it back he says after hearing the story
The night is full of revelry, dwarf and human torturing, and just meeting up with the people in the tribe and making connections. Anyone from the groups that looks for company for the "night" Will surely find it.
Right before sunrise the Chieftain returns riding his massive Dire Wolf. At his side his own war party. With the haul they come riding in with it looks like they went on a hunt and brought back two dire boar for the tribe. Clearly older and meaner and by the looks of one, possibly dragon touched.
Blound moves towards him and salutes the Chief and speaks with him quietly and the Chieftain looks over at your groups as he speaks. A fierce scowl in on his face and he says something to Blound who returns over to the two groups.
"Chief said he would speak with you at moonrise. You will be eating breakfast with him and the council." To all assembled they knew this was a rare honor. Especially since there was a fresh kill involved. This also had other ramifications. The council would be judging them as they debriefed the chief. This was a time to Shine and earn honor among the council and with the chief.
Turgrim smiled. It felt good to be recognized, and the dire boar looked like it would roast deliciously.
Anol scrunches his nose at the witch doctor and his strange brew. He pulls out some bear-jerky and begins munching on it as he stands to peruse the rest of the fare.
After hearing the mention of the meeting, the massive orc just practiced some acrobatic moves. Mostly just tumbles, rolls, and even the occasionally vaulting over a random nearby individual. For his bulk was rather nimble on feet when came to such activities.
Her eyes narrowed at the sound of a meeting. She was not much of a welcomed quest before thanks to her parentage and her up bringing.She thus was a scavenger in these orc lands, having to result in taking what she could from the better off as well as raiding small merchants just on the outskirts.Now she was something special? It was truly daft.
"Fine I will go, and Majuba,what makes meat better...one word...Bacon"she says with a smile as she looks around her eyeing the various orcs about to see whom she should fancy for the evening.
Tigerwolf would look at Blound and nodded. She would have to make sure to be presentable and would turn to the others. [b]"The Chieftain likes to hear about battles and worthy scars or accomplishments. I would have a story ready just incase. Other than that I am going to call it an evening and get ready for tomorrow. Bacon is good. That is for sure."[b]
Tigerwolf nodded to Odak and would pat his arm before heading back to her place. She had made a concerted effort to gather things she would need. Being young she still had a bit of growing up to do but that was okay.
Heading back to her hut she would gather her things and would make sure they were in a condition to be seen. Since they were at war her armor and weapons would be worn as the Chief would do.
Draxia wasn't the only half-orc that would be there. On top of that she was smaller and looked the most human out of them all.
The next evening before moonrise she would be decked out with all of her things ready for "breakfast" with the chief.
• ODAK sitting down and trying to eat with his helmet still upon his head, listened in enough to realise that he and his friends were going to have breakfast with the chief, he began to worry since he always was slow to wake and end up sleeping in late; if only there was some kind of device to wake him up at a specific time that didn't require magic! He looks to TIGERWOLF tapping him on the hand and watches her go by, he didn't get time to ask so he heaved himself to his feet and walked over towards KAROL, GREEZ or MAJUBA to ask them if they would wake him up for the chief's breakfast.
Eventually he would return to his own hut, which was more like a dog house in comparison to his massive size. But the Wolftooth huts were generally room for half a dozen Orcs rather than giants, ODAK only had room for himself to sleep, a corner for his armour and weapons and a corner for guests to sit or stand, or another giant ally if they didn't mind sitting with their legs tucked up.
Yah, don't worry about it, big guy. We'll get you there.
Karol goes off to talk to his fellow bards and skalds. He also wishes to learn what has happened elsewhere since he journeyed.
Taking the lead of Tigerwolf Runt bids the rest of the group good night and returns to her home to get some much needed rest and as well to prepare for the meeting and breakfast with the great chief.
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The Doctor wakes and proceeds to put on his formal clothing. His gruesome mask is now surrounded by a plume of black greasy raven feathers. He puts on his necklace of shrunken heads and his bloodspatterd sarong decorated with various bones, feathers and such. He straps his ceremonial dagger around his waist, grabs his 20' staff with a skull of some strange beast topping it. The skull swivels back and forth seemingly keeping watch for The Doctor.
He will then head over and wake up Odak.
• The next morning, ODAK can be found in his little hut sleeping away, he was definitely a heavy sleeper but thankfully he wasn't a snorer either; he amassed a number of blankets and bedding for comfortable sleeping arrangements.
When MAJUBA goes over to wake ODAK, he finds the door slides over on a rail. On the left side was the iron giant himself and in the far right corner was his iconic armour, sword and shield. ODAK wakes up started after noticing the rather morbid formals of the witch-doctor, staring at him with wide eyes, ""
Karol gets up, and seeing odak awake, starts readying himself for breakfast, putting on his best gear and washing his face.
When everyone arrives at the tent they are greeted by the guards in the main courtyard area and no one else at first. Eventually coming up behind you you see Gola Packmate. Tigerwolf's adopted mother. She is wearing a new bear hide that has the strips of metallic scales, all different colors going down the back of it. The top is topped with a bears head that looks scaled as does the parts over the shoulders.
Looking at each of them in turn she nods and would head towards the main door. You see the guards flinch slightly as she marches past them and opens the tent and calls over her shoulder. "Come on in."
Upon entering you would see the great table set up already. The Chieftain was on his throne carved from the skull of a great wyrm dragon wearing blood colored chainmail, and a helmut stylized like a dragon by his side on the arm of the throne. A battle axe sits beside, its magic chilling the air around it. On the throne's left was Sartuk Firehand. His eyes sharp as he watched the group come in. His eyes studying each carefully.
Their was a space at the table in front of the chieftain. To the left as you stare at the table is Yethric, The Speaker for the Hag. Her eyes glance over everyone as they enter but they linger over Draxia momentarily seeming to judge her. Looking at Tigerwolf there seems to be a bit of a glare but more irritation.
To her left was Master Creath, the Kobold representative from the Temple of the Dragon Roar. His scales were shined and his clothing simple. The fact he sat on the council spoke volumes. Seeing Tigerwolf he would grin and gives her a simple nod showing teeth.
To the left of him was Ashe, Sub-lord of the Tal Kieng, representing the Tal Kieng warlord. His sword as always was on his back. Looking at everyone when they entered he nodded to Gola, and the other hobgoblins.
At the end of the table and farthest from the chief on the left was Grelock, the High Priest of Zoran. He glowers at everyone and seems to judge the group critically.
On the right of the table, closest to the Chiefs Spot was Hartok Warspeaker in all his regalia. He was dressed and outfitted for war. His red and black robes and armor glinting in the light. He gazed upon the group as a whole studying them and eyeing them as if thinking of something.
Bestor TruthSinger came next, as always he was scribbling in his journal but he looked up when you came in. Grinning at Karol he would nod and eyes the others curiously.
Nilla, an older orc Matron, the Priestis of Xiola, Death's sister and the known healer was eyeing each with a critical eye. She was also outfitted for war.
Last on the right was Krelle Deathchild. No one knows why he is here but he has been a member of the council for a while and many fear him.
"So warriors, before the meal is served. I want to hear a war story you are proud of. Show me a scar if you have one proving it. This is a festive occasion."
At the side of the table you are all on you see seating arrangements for all. Including Odak, Greez, Majuba, and Runt. Stone chairs are there for them.
Krelle actually Stands up and motions to Gola and the seat beside him quietly indicating he wishe her to sit there.
Karol stands and says I shall start on our mission and task, at your will great chief.
He waits a second, then starts a low tapping on his drum. Then he launches into the tale.
on leaving this encampment we went by the swiftest ways to the kobold encampment, so as to re establish the woltooth's supply of goods alchemetical. The journey went well, until we were attacked by a band of human raiders. After a short, but savage battle, the humans were defeated. Stag riders they were, and strong warriors, but we were stronger. Prisoners we took implied they were scouts or a Vanguard of more of their kind.
Karol spoke the former with a martial tapping on the drum.
On arriving at the kobold hold, we found them in disarray, the rule of their tribe usurped by a fey they called the weedy lady. This fey turned out to be a kelpie, supported by its followers, skum . A battle latter she was defeated, and rightful rule was returned to the kobolds.
Unfortunately, the human prisoners drowned in the battle when the kelpie unleashed the lake against us. But our mission was successful, and the alchemetical supplies have been restored. the last was ended by a triumphant roll on the drum.
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For once it seemed, the massive orc was not being as constant moving as normally is. As if more 'well behaved' in a particular manner. Instead of the typical more common garbs often wore, had on a pair of what appeared specialty pants that were red with some dark green symbols along the sides of legs.
A finger tapped chin thinking of what might have been able to show for the fighting. Then remembered and showed off left side below the rib cage. "Fishman's spear. But after smushed and was one used to fling at weedy lady." Head gave some hard nods to agree with own comment.
Turgrim roars in approval when the others finish telling their tales. He stands proudly and addresses everyone present, raising his hands high. "I bear no scars to show me - because the humans of the mission stood no chance against our might! When we cunningly planned our attack, we took down the mission from two different angles. While the majority of our brave warriors assaulted the gate from the front, I, Turgrim, and Anol the Mighty, led a secondary force that infiltrated the foolish humans' Mission from the rear. Their precious spellcasters were no match for us and we RAN THEM DOWN LIKE DOGS! Ahahahah!" he gives a triumphant shout to the crowd.
"We left the mission a burning ruin after taking everything we could carry!" he roars, finishing his story with a flourish.
Mogwag is more then happy for others to announced their bravery. After all in his heart and in the eyes of God all was known, as he cheers and raise his class at Turgrim for his recounting of one battle
The chief listened as they recounted recent tales. He didn't seem that impressed with Karol's tale even though it was told well. Then again it wasn't what he asked at all. Bestor Truthsinger wrote down the things he heard but also seemed unimpressed. The others gathered nodded approval at the story.
As Majuba spoke a couple of chuckles went around the table.
When Greez spoke up a smile broke out and a couple more laughs at the image of him throwing a fish man.
As Turgrim roared and spoke a slight nod of acknowledgement came from the chieftain and he seemed happy with the simple tale of why he had no scars from this battle and why he was proud of it.
Gola Packmate would decide to clue them in a bit on what the chieftain was asking.
"Chieftain, you want a tale of a battle we are proud of, possibly one that we bear a scar from. Something personal from each of us. You care not if it is recent or old." Her words rang out as she nodded.
"Then I will give you my own. This one is recent, in our new war. My band and I were scouting the southern border heading towards that human village when a rabid creature came from the woods intent on devouring everything it saw. Three massive heads on necks, all the ferocity and strength of the dire bear and the hunger and healing of a hydra. The battle was hard won but I managed to get in close. At that point the creature reared grabbing at me with its large claws." She lifted a part of her cloak to show a paw that even Odak's hand could fit in. She also showed the scars along her arms. "It managed not to hold onto me as I lunged forward and stuck my spear through its heart. While it had the healing, eliminating its heart still killed it. So I wear this scar proudly."
• As ODAK walked in with the others, he found one of the large stone chairs built to take some weight and sat down as close to Tigerwolf as he could, but if not, he would sit beside the other giants, his armour clanking down as he did so. Unlike the others he didn't own anything special so he simply took up his arms and shield and held them by his sides.
For the most part he was quiet, looking down at his legs trying to think of a story to tell, he had no scars to tell because his skin was concealed by heavy armour. Instead he tried to tell the best story he could remember,
"", he stumbled his words a bit, he couldn't actually remember the start of the battle for some reason.
"", he looked around, he didn't know if his story helped at all, since it was just retelling some of the last mission. His armour creaks with some movement.
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Oh it's a story you want, not a report. My apologies great chief, I misheard. Let me speak then of the battle of the Bonfire fields
Athough some would say differently, Wolftooth lost the battle of sunken hollow, and this was because of a new tactic of the bearclaw. They had their priests and druids cast great swarms of insects which did wash over our lines like the ocean tide. That in combination of their greater numbers drove the wolftooth out of sunken hollow, and so bearclaw claimed the mines there. But at a cost. The bearclaw lost two warriors for every one wolftooth lost, but at the time we had no answer against the swarms. The clans morale was low. I know, for I was there. But we didn't break. We retreated from the field in some order and could still fight. Praise to the warrior god for our great chief who realised that a battle lost did not mean a war lost. Praise to the trickster god the bearclaw were confused by our absence when they expected a slaughter.
The Great Chief consulted with his generals and wise ones and developed a strategy. We had "acquired" a large supply of the burning fluid humans (spits on the ground) call alchemist fire, but we call goblin oil. The goblins (Karol gives a hearty chuckle) didn't need it anymore. He choose a battle field that was at that time called glane's field after a hill giant that once lived there. It was bound by swamp and rocky gorges So we could not be flanked, as we had been before, but our back was to a river, so retreat would be difficult for us.We dug great trenches in a line and then filled them with oil and goblin oil and kindling. On top of them we placed dried thickets of thorn bushes, as if we were to use them as a wall. Behind this we made bonfires, as yet unlit, a brought in large planks of wood so we could cross the trenches if we needed.
While this was happening our wolf riders were slowing the enemy, concealing our actions. Several brave scouts allowed themselves to be captured and tortured, to give false information that our chiefs were in despair and this was the wolftooth's last, desperate stand. The Scouts names were Dangir the wanderer and Morto hammerfist. Praise them, and grant them an honored place in the warrior god's hall.
Enboldened the bearclaw moved forward to attack. (Karol gestures as he describes the scene) Our wolf riders passed our lines and we sealed their entry way. A full moon rose, yellow and clear. A great omen. We bards moved along the line encouraging and watching history being made. Our great chief spoke.
We stand here at perhaps the most important battle we will fight. This night shall always be remembered by us. We are the Wolftooth, and we stand at bay, fangs barred. But I have heard of doubters, those who think we shood flee or make treaty with the bearclaw. If they do not wish to fight, let then depart. I will give them passage and permission to leave. Let them go, for I will not fight with defeatists and apolegists.
I fight with my brother and sister warriors. For all that fight here on this night will be my battle siblings, let none deny that. Let those who are not here curse themselves for their absence. In nights to come on this day you can lay bare your scars, and say, I was there on the day of fire. We are the brave, the ruthless, we are the Wolftooth. Our allies praise us, our enemies fear us. On this night we make our mark, stake our renown.
On this night we battle to victory and glory. On this night we fight with bold, insightful leaders Sartark firehand, blound the axe, Krelle deathchild. Our elders give us their blessings and aid and the Warrior and Trickster guide us. A brave night, a fire night to be remembered from now and to the ending of the world. To action my warriors.
The Army of the Wolftooth howled their defiance to the moon. Not one warrior left the field. Not one wolftooth faltered.
And so the battle began. Stakes were driven into the ground behind the trenches to impede our foes. Then we waited. The bearclaw, confident of victory pressed forward. As before their archers and slingers moved forward with wall shielders to give them cover. With them were the casters who were to summon their swarms. And so they came chittering and clattering towards us. Just before they hit, we ignited the bonfires and trenches. The insects shrivelled in them, causing great consternation amongst the bearclaw. Then our casters raised up creatures of fire in the trenches which move to assail the bearclaw. For their chief (Karol spits on the ground) had moved his warriors close behind his casters expecting the wolftooth to rout. Little did he know us!
The the great planks were laid on the trenches and we charged. The archers and casters were destroyed in our first rush and we hit the still Bearclaw army. This axe (Karol patted his weapon) slew three of them. The survivors ran screaming. I gained these scars from the insects that attack (indicates his arm, and this one from a direbear that came too close (the mark on his shoulder)
The battle was...intense. I saw direwolf battling dire bear, warriors burned alive by spell and elemental, lightning flashing, and many, many acts of bravery. At one point bearclaw magic disabled many warriors and the bearclaw surged. If the had gotten through the battle would be in grave doubt. The I saw a armored giant step into the breech. four yards and one high, with a sword longer than most orcs he held the line. By himself he held the line for many minutes until more warriors could plug the gap. To this day, bearclaw mothers threaten their children with this giant if they misbehave. I will not say his name, as he ask me not to, (Karol give a big toothy grin), but I reckon you can all work it out.
At battles end, the moon was setting, and victory was assured. The army of the bearclaw, what was left of it, was fleeing shrieking into the distance, pursued by wolfriders. We had won. Within days bearclaw sued for peace, and Wolftooth gained all it had lost, and more besides.
So let all who face the Wolftooth know our power, and fear us.We are the wolftooth.
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Understanding dawns upon The Doctor as he hears Gola's words, He listens to Karol as he begins adding various herbs to a tea he is drinking he enters into a trance like state and recounts the tale of how he became a wolftooth member
I hear my father yell for arrows, the archers just 2 lines behind me raise their bows and draw an arrow. With a loud twang they release, a cloud of arrows flies over the sky falling onto the front lines of our hated enemy the bearclaw. Those with shields raise them those without die looking like pincushions.
Then the bearclaw retaliates with there own wave of arrows. A shadow falls over us I look up to see arrows starting to fall, I raise my shield as quickly as possible. Arrows fall all around me sticking in my shield and sticking into my fellow warriors, I hear the shrieks of pain from the dying orcs around me.
As the final arrow falls the general, my father signals the charge. We
all rush toward the bearclaw, they rush forward as well. We meet with a clash of steel on steel the line stops with a sudden crash. The sound of battle fills my eardrums. I have my spear readied waiting for an opening to join the fray.
An enemy breaks through, he sees me and rushes toward me with a high strike, I duck below it and send a strike toward his stomach. I see blood spurt from his wound he crumbles over dead, I have made my first kill.
This realization barely has a chance to take hold before there is another orc attacking me, I block his sword with my shield and send a strike towards his other side. I hit his arm cutting it to the bone. He falls to the ground writhing in pain, with a quick thrust to the heart I finish him off.
The battle continues I am forced to defend myself constantly, I am taking minor wounds, but with my battle lust so high they are barely noticed.My vision is red I can't think straight my mind is focused entirely on killing the enemy and staying alive.
I continue to fight not knowing how many I have killed or how I have survived. Then I hear my father signaling a retreat. My unit retreats to the encampment and I with it.
My father now badly wounded hands me important documents and tells me to lead the smaller ones to safety. Where tired and hungry I came upon the Wolftooth.
Tigerwolf looked at all around and lifted her voice.
”I am half-orc, treated as human since I came to the tribe since I so resemble them. My size and stature make me a target of bullying and the like. I had accepted that was my place in the tribe. Nothing but a runt to be used to draw in unsuspecting humans into an ambush.”
She admits this with no shame in her voice. It was a simple truth. ”Gola raised me, and taught me to be strong. Taught me how to fight. I took these lessons to heart and worked hard. Then the war came. I was again on scout duty, but this time as one of the team and not just bait. We were ambushed by the Bearclaw. The fighting was rough and we were outnumbered.” She rose and slowly started stripping out of her armor.
”During the fight Eight Lives, the pet Gola had given me was struck down by their leader. It was at that time the Wolf inside me awoke. I defeated him and many of his men as a Rage I have not felt since ran through me. That is the day the Orc inside me awoke, and the day I earned my place in the tribe. Many believe my name is Tigerwolf because of my affinity for felines even being a wolf. But The name Tigerwolf came because of these.” Tigerwolf stripped off her shirt and revealed to the group her scarred skin. Stripes of various sizes and lengths pattern her body. Some more recent arrow marks are still pink, the scar tissue still fresh. Her skin gave her the look of a tiger. ”These scars I am proud of. These are scars Earned as Tigerwolf of the Wolftooth, protecting my clan and exacting revenge on those that would harm it.”
" We met the chief, he was having issues with ogres. We followed ogres to a cave, found them working for a hag and her giant thug.I blasted the hag multiple times with magic missiles." she says as she than looks at the others and smiles."With the others melee skills on top of my constant barrage the week hag fled in fear of her life. We returned to the camp"
"Once there we enjoyed the fruits of our labors and in the morning we left with a small contingent and headed to the mission. We found the humans had not heeded our parley and I set the mission ablaze! It was Glorious. Plus Runt was quite the powerhouse, slaying many an enemy. After that we went back partied and then came here." She says as she smiled a toothy grin satisfied.
Runt watches and listens as the others begin telling there stories, tales both old such as the tale from the war by Gola, and new such as with Draxia. It felt just a bit... odd to receive praise as she was from the half-orc or really much of anyone at all, stories of her more recent battles were... difficult to put together in a particularly coherent manner, her rage's made keeping everything straight hard and ultimately her version of the events of at the cave or the mission would have just been that of mindless fury due to her stolen revenge.
"My story is from before I joined the Wolftooth, before even I was enslaved to the Bearclaw, when I was apart of my clan. Father ruled the clan with an iron fist, he always looked for new ways to make the clan stronger to push our territory and get more food. My brother Brek wanted to prove himself strong to father and suggested an attack on the Human mission, the very same one that we tore apart not long ago." Runt said giving a grin to those who were apart of the siege "Father allowed Brek to command a portion of the clan to make his attack but his only condition was that I was to join him, I was young and small but father seemed to see enough in me that he gave me a personal task, to ensure that Brek survived the siege if things went poorly."
"And things went VERY poorly, we were a strong clan then but Brek was a poor leader, he brought the siege directly to the gates while the sun was still high, he believed that the humans and dwarves would stand no chance against his might no matter how strong the mission's walls were. I did my best to find other ways to attack, anything else, but Brek ignored any plans I brought to him in favor of his own. And so when the attack was made we were annihilated, just as badly as our group tore apart the mission so too did the mission tare apart the force Brek commanded. I did my best to stay near my brother, to keep him from foolishly getting himself killed and for my troubles." Runt raised her arm displaying a scar on her forearm "I received this, my skin was not nearly as tough and the Dwarves every bit as accurate." Runt said with an almost amused grin "Eventually Brek simply was hit to hard and too often and fell into unconsciousness. With my brother fallen I was able to take some small semblance of command, those near enough and smart enough recognized me as a child of Father and while I was the Runt it took little to sway them in the heat of a losing battle. I called for retreat but also to do as much damage as we could, I dragged my brother personally as Father requested and for this too I recieved another scar." Runt twisted her form and adjusted her armor to display a much larger scar pattern that of a very bad burn. "And with that scar a distaste for -most- magic users" Runt said giving her groups casters a look to show that they certainly did not fall into that category.
"My story is not one that is of victory, I was far too young and weak to do much on my own except make sure my fool of a brother survived. But it was that battle that would shape me, it showed me that a less direct approach was something that would be necessary in some battles, it inspired me among other things to be better than my kin, smarter. And it earned me favor with Father enough for him to give me the location of where he hid his treasures and how to wield his club." Runt said patting the frigid weapon strapped to her back.
The chieftain looked at everyone assembled as they told their tales and seemed to be thinking as food was brought in. The bard furiously scribbled into his note pad and looked at Karol shaking his head slightly. Not that all of the stories were impressive. He didn't seem to mind on Majuba's and was pleasantly surprised, but he seemed very dissatisfied with Mogwag's even more so.
The Chieftain stands and looks at all assembled. "Krelle, I would ask that you mark each of those that have given tales with something worthy of the tale." Krelle nodded and looked to each.
"I shall give them tattoo's matching their tales so that all should know them." It is known among the tribe that the Chieftain believes in badges and marks of honor. For him to request one to be put on you is an honor but also means he is taking a personal interest in your actions and how you represent the tribe and his allies. "Each of you will report to Krelle today at some time to give you your marks." The Chieftain looks at the group and stares at Runt and Odak before speaking to the group as a whole.
"Tigerwolf, Draxia, Karol, and Mogwag." The last name he says almost as if he added it grudgingly. "You will now be recognized as Full Orcs in the tribe." All the orcish council members nodded except Grelock who scowled. Master Creath seemed inordinately pleased by this even as Yethric looked at Draxia and nodded.
Turgrim, you are now an ally of Wolftooth independent of even your tribe. Your word has importance here but also reflects on your own tribe should you speak on their behalf."
"Runt, I have heard tale of you gathering a new title. That of Unkillable. It is time you are given a proper name and place among the tribe." His words rang across the tent. "From now on, should you accept this. You are Wolf Rager the Unkillable and you are part of the Wolftooth tribe."
Cheers actually came up from Tigerwolf and some of the assembled council members. Namely Master Creath, Hartok Warspeaker, and Nilla.
The Chief then turns to Odak. "You have saved the life of your owner at the expense of your own. You have gained the loyalty of your comrades and they in kind chose to save you. You have been a loyal pet to Tigerwolf and she has told me your debt is paid in full. You are a Free Giant. So I ask you now Odak, the Iron Giant, do you wish to join the Wolftooth Tribe? To be part of the Strongest pack in the Savage Hills."
The group as a whole is treated to excellent meals as talk revolves around the table at first of various other things going in on the tribe as the Chieftain is brought up to date. Eventually the conversation turns and the group learns that humans have been seen heading to the Golians to talk about forming an alliance.
"If this happens it will be that much more difficult to fight the Humans because of the Giant's and their location in the Savage hills."
• ODAK sat wide eyed as attention drew towards him, mentioned by name he was declared to be free of any obligations, perceived or otherwise to the one who found him, Tigerwolf. When asked if he would join the Wolftooth as a clan member, he speaks;
"", the giant's voice briefly rumbles with shy eyes, he looks around the whole room, to the giants he sat next to, the smaller folk opposite, and to Tigerwolf who he considers a close friend,
""
• ODAK turns towards MAJUBA who has been sitting nearby and looking literally down at himself, he moved his enormous plated-hand towards the skinny Orc and gently shook him at the shoulders,
""
Turgrim nods solemnly when addressed, taking his new responsibility seriously. When all of the accolades are passed out, he leads those present in a rallying roar, both arms shaking his fists over his head.
• ODAK sees TURGRIM's rallying cry and tries to join in! He lifts his free arm on high and shakes it a bit with a quiet, ""
Karol grins at the announcement. It was always good to be recognized.
Krelle will watch as others join the roar. Tigerwolf especially. Master Creath loves a good roar and would do so too. The chieftain and the other orcs also join in.
Once everyone is settled again Krelle would speak up.
"Young Hero's of the tribe. What would you say is the way to deal with the humans trying to recruit the Golian's and the other giants into a treaty with them. They have been neutral in our wars before."
• ODAK heard Krelle speak of the heroes task to recruit the Golians and this made the Iron giant lower his head in thought, a few moments later he speaks,
""
• BESTOR TRUTH SINGER stands up, holding his journal that recorded the historical importance of the tribe,
• BESTOR turns the page and continues to read,
• BESTOR closes his book and turns towards the party,
• The CHIEFTAIN stops BESTOR mid-sentance,