Remnants of the Horde-Flight from Aruth

[Uriel]

The Hag-Born nods, dribbled saliva running down his chin. Turning,he moves off at a brisk trot, leaping over logs and around the edge of small ponds. Ogune sets a brutal pace, seemingly unheaded by the marsh in the least. On the contrary, the Band has a rather more rough time of it, slogging through mire and morass. After an hour or so, Ogune stops, signaling that a rest is in order. The midafternoon heat is hellishly oppressive, the air swarming with biting flies and mites.
Ogune speaks for the first time 'Gonna give Aunt Reluga big nasty su...prize.Gonna make her bleed, huh,huh.' The Hag-Born sounds a bit like someone else that you all know, and your eyes drift over to Bargo, busy chomping on the delicious leeches that he keeps finding on his legs. How convenient.
Suddenly, Ogune stands up, sniffing the air. Quickly scrambling down, he signals you all to hide, frantically and quickly.
Hunkering down in the Marsh, you notice a procession pass by not 20 yards away, a long line of Spectral Forms, enshrouded in robes and bearing pitted swords and standards bedecked with ancient,tattered pennions in black.
One of the Figures starts towards your hiding place and then stops, shying back and away. Rejoining it's fellows, it moves on, no longer carring about you.
Ogune stands after a moment, saying 'Path hide us, Mother's Path...That Hunter Party from Gretchnu, BAD thing....BAD. Dead,dead so Long and so ungry....It Hungry...' Whoever this gretchnu was, ogune was terrified of it, though you seemed safe for the moment, on the Hag's Path, as you wee.
moving onwards, the Hag-Born takes you onward throgh the fetid Marsh, past bog and quicksand, under ancient falling masonry and across a small lake on a pont-boat. inally, near evening, he stops,pointing ahead. 'I wait here. Cottage ahead, quarter mile...Huh,huh, she get bad suprise, bloody suprise,huh,huh...'

Barely seen through the gloom, faint lights can be glimpsed ahead...

OoCreperations spells etc in ooC please.

 

[Velenne]

By the end of the journey, Durgo is in dour spirits. The slugs have lost their tastiness and the humidity coats him like an unwanted blanket on a hot day.

"Durgo ready to get dis over with. Charge fast," he says, squatting down and forming what actually passes for a plan. While social and logical intricacies evade him utterly, the ogre seemingly has a knack for battle and order, "No stop to rest once inside. Find hag, kill hag, no get trapped by slaves. Keep dem scared. Today, we swim in blood once more. Strap up."

Durgo goes about cinching up the armor-straps he had loosened on their march and testing the dampened grip on his enormous warhammer. When he is done, he stands to his full height and looks upon all of them.

"Ogune no want to fight? Ogune scared?"

 

[Uriel]

he Hag-Born grins through filth caked teeth 'I not Scared...but Mother say i stay out, lead you back. if I die in Cottage, you all die out here...' Ogune gestures at the Marsh, then back at the Band. 'Would like to go in....have Business with a few inside. Throats to be slit, blood to be spilled. I do what Mother says.' The Hag-Born squats down on a stump, looking a bit dejected regarding his lot in this affair.

 

[Mickerus]

Sellanais closes her eyes and shakes her head slowly as she mutters "Such a dolt..." beneath her breath.

"Listen, ogre, your plan may be well and good once we make our entrance, but coming in with an element of surprise will make out task all that much easier. If you would be so kind as to contain yourself long enough for either myself or the goblin scout ahead, we may find a better approach than simply hammering through the hag's servants - and letting everybody within miles know we're here."

 

[Capellan]

Hey, my first double post ...

 

[Capellan]

Wekerak snickers,

"Elf-girl got tongue like blade." he observes, holding his dagger so that its constantly welling magical acid drips to the ground. He points at Midnight Fang with his other hand, "We scout: seek guards, find safe route."

The goblin turns to Ogrune,

"Ground safe from here to house? Or more quicksand?"

 

[Jeremy]

Bargo snorts something about pussies and giggles as he gets distracted by the sewn on hag/ogres.

"What fun about safe? Hu hu hu.."

 

[Velenne]

"Hmf....ok puny woman, you go scout. Don't get killed or you give up surprise anyway. Gobbie scout go too in case woman get herself killed."

Durgo hunches back down, now looking uninterested and bored which does little more for his mood.

 

[Orochi]

While the scouts move forward and the ogre's sit to wait, Kurg moves away a little, careful to stay on the path, and seeks the council of his god, reaching out to the Abyss for any advice he can gain.

 

[Capellan]

Wekerak nods his acceptance of Durgo's instruction, but awaits Ogrune's reponse before leaving.