A Very Unusual Orc
Trella whispers to Kai, "Uh, if you don't want this to end with a brawl, I suggest you do all the talking. Try to assure them that we didn't know this was their cave, blah-blah-blah." Kai glances at her; Trella smiles and taps her staff in her palm softly in response. Kyree stands quietly ready nearby, resisting the urge simply to kill all the orcs.
Kai sighs and steps forward. "We're not evil," she says in Orcish. "We didn't know these caves belong to anyone, and we didn't mean to trespass."
The lead orc replies in Common, "Caves not ours. Mountains belong to no one; here for all." An orc in the back row rolls his eyes. "You not trespass. We just surprised." The leader bares his tusks. Buttercup does the same.
Kai smiles, amused. "If you have visited these caves often, is it your dragon up there?"
The leader responds, "Not our dragon. Lady funny. We kill dragon, take stuff. Get strong, maybe get first crack at best stuff back home." The orc waves his hands vaguely westward. Looking suspicious again, he asks, "You no answer question. You work with drow?"
Kai shakes her head, her brow furrowed. "Are there drow around here?"
The porcine humanoid replies, "Many drow. Boil up from Underdark like roaches. Stomp them but still more come, raid towns. We come to kill drow, get blamed for raids. Make us angry. All stupid drow stuff turns to dust in light anyway. What good is that? Munchkins make fun of me for bringing black plate that melted. Seem good when on drow fighter. Didn't save him. Hah!" The orc laughs loudly, slapping his knee. Several orcs in the back roll their eyes, but most do snort politely.
Growing more serious, the orc says, "You seem smart, but you have weird group in small cave. You no kill dragon, so you not here for that. Me think you not know where you are." After a long pause to think, the orc concludes, "You look like men think pretty. They believe you. We take you to people if you promise to tell them that we no have raid, no kill men who not bad. Deal?"
Kyree smiles and relaxes a bit from his ready position, appreciating the goals and aims of these—to his mind—unusually wise orcs. He remains silent, open to the possibility of helping the orcs in their appeal to the others but really wanting them to go fight the dragon. He is surprised to realize that he doesn’t really hope that they lose, either.
Khail speaks up. "Do you know what kind of dragon it is? I would never suffer an attack of a noble creature."
Lenara sighs. Khail glances back somewhat uncomfortably.
The lead orc's eyes widen in what appears to be a mixture of surprise and fear. He stammers, "Red dragon! It red dragon up mountain. We never attack good dragon! Never!" Calming down slightly, the orc adds as if by rote, "Metal dragons good. We protect them if need it. Chromatic dragons bad. We kill them, take their stuff. Gem dragons middle. Wait to see with them, but no attacking first." The leader looks proud of himself. More orcs in the back roll their eyes, but none seem fit to add their thoughts.
Trella stands alongside Khail and Kai to make her allegiance known. She says, "You don't seem to be the types to make raids like common brigands, and drow are dirty like that, so I think we would be willing to speak on your behalf assuming you can provide us proof beyond your word that drow are the true raiders." To prevent a misunderstanding of her comment, she quickly adds, "I just mean it would be helpful to have rock solid proof when we confront the townspeople. Folks under attack tend to be suspicious of large groups of strangers showing up to speak up on the behalf of orcs. Villagers can be stupid like that." Tapping her chin for a moment, she adds, "But, didn't you say that you work for someone? Why don't you have that person speak for you? They would certainly know you better than we do."
At Trella's initial suggestion, the lead orc waves his arm at one in the middle row, who starts rummaging around in a big sack. This orc produces a severed drow head, which he hands to the leader by the hair. When Trella finishes, the leader bristles at her mention of working for someone. "We own orcs. No work for no one. Follow teachings of Munchkin Queen. She teach us to use stuff we take when kill things. Other orcs dumb, put stuff in big pile for men to take later. Stupid orcs. We smart, use stuff ourselves." Several more orcs continue their practice of eye rolling. The leader shakes the severed head at Trella emphatically, splattering slight bits of gore around him. "But we not follow around others who kill good people! We kill bad people, follow who help us get strong. No take scraps from bad men who tell orcs what to do." Calming down, the orc looks almost sheepish with the drow head. "You think this good for proof? We cut off drow who try to take stuff from village. Drow stuff all melt, but not drow head. Or body, but we eat that. Stringy."
Trella replies, "Lovely, and thanks for sharing your life story, too." To her friends, she says, "Anybody have a good reason not to go and speak on behalf of these shockingly foresighted and good orcs? If not, then I guess we should decide what to do about the dragon. I'm up for some cave cleaning first."
Andy pipes up from the back. "You're trusting a bunch of orcs? Are you dumb or naive?"
Furious, Trella storms back to Andy, shoves him to the floor, presses her staff to his throat and says menacingly, "I've killed for less than what you just said. Remember that."
Andy is silent after his release.
Back to the group, and with a wink for anyone who was surprised by her words or deeds, she says, "So anybody got something to say?"
Kyree says, "Well, if they think they can defeat the dragon on their own, I say we let them try. If they succeed, I'd be happy for us to go speak on their behalf, using their single-handed defeat of an evil dragon as evidence. If they fail, then their mission of killing the dragon," he pauses for a second, as if considering saying something further, but simply concludes with, "would fall to us."
Rhien, who has been looking decidedly uncomfortable at the whole "kill them and take their stuff" discussion, comments, "If their 'quest' were to fail, who then would take us somewhere recognizable? I would vote to aid them on their noble task first, providing any aid we so choose to them later. But I will abide by the will of the council. Er, party."
Trella says, "Good point, Rhien. Look, even if members of the group do not wish to aid in the dragon fight, I am willing to accompany them, alone even, because evil chromatic dragons are a disease and I'm the cure. Anyway, I don't think we need to have an all-or-none vote on this, do we? We barely know half the people here, and I don't think I'm comfortable putting them on the spot. Anybody like-minded can follow, but I'm going to help the orcs kill the dragon." After a pause, she adds, "Boy, there's a sentence I never thought I'd hear myself say...."
Kyree says, "Well, I guess now's as good a time as any to see what this thing can do," as he manifests his bow.
Cerridwin checks her equipment and moves behind Kyree, clearly ready to follow him.
Kai sighs again. "Isn't anybody else here just tired?" she asks plaintively. "I for one could do with a little less fire and danger and excitement right now and am looking forward to a bath and a real bed. Doesn't anybody else want to go home?"
Danek looks unhappy and eyes the rest of the group.
Rhien slowly rubs his shaved head, looking far older than his twenty-four years. "I too would love to go home, such as it is. While I understand the desire to rid the world of an evil beast, my point remains. Even with our help—which they might not want, since it will diminish their haul of 'stuff' should we win—we might lose. We have no idea of their capabilities, and we are not at our strongest. Perhaps we should take the cautious route and find a way back before tackling the dragon, after acquiring more potent defensive capabilities."
Trella places a reassuring hand on Kai's shoulder. "I've never really had a home, except the grove my mentor tended what seems like ages ago, but I understand you are weary. I guess my way of dealing with it is, well, to kick some flying lizard tail. Different strokes, right?" She smiles and shrugs, moving to face Rhien. Her face clouds. "I don't know that these orcs are willing to wait."
Trella turns to the orc leader. "You, uh, did you say your name? I have a short attention span. Anyway, I assume you guys came prepared to fight a red meanie, right? So far, looks like there are three of us willing to fight, but more might join if you have some spare protection scrolls or similar magic. Whatever we borrow would be taken out of our share of the haul, and speaking for myself only I have few material needs and will not stake claim to anything in the dragon's hoard except stuff that was meant for use exclusively by druid or ranger kind or things with uses against such people or stuff to destroy forests, trees, and stuff I like. I'm high maintenance sometimes, but you'll just have to deal. Okay?"
Kyree speaks up. "I'm happy to be fair and reasonable in the distribution of treasure, but given Trella's comments, I feel that it's appropriate to note that I would be...uncomfortable with giving up claims to any part of the hoard without seeing it first. I should also point out that Trella and I can't speak for our new companions here."
The orcs begin to look suspicious during Trella's speech, growing hostile while Kyree talks. The lead orc responds angrily as the elf falls silent, "You say you good, so we offer to help. Now you say you want take kill and stuff from us? This good? We no want help from you. We learn take care of selves. We scout big dragon, do leg work. Have plan, bring protection for us. We want kill, want stuff. No want share with weird strangers who want our protection. You try kill dragon, we no stop you. But we no help you, and we no bring you anywhere. No show you how use portals in mountains."
His piggish eyes squint at the group. "Tired of talking. You decide now. You go try kill dragon now, we leave, come back, take your stuff if you lose. You come with us, tell men that we no attack them, we show you how use portals. You come take our stuff later if we lose and you still want fight. That it."
Trella replies to the orcs through narrowed eyes. "Your band seems quite capable without any unwanted help. My offer to speak on your behalf to the villagers stands. Best of luck to you." Her tone carries disgust and signifies an end of her participation in the discussion.
Turning her back to the orcs, the druid whispers to Kyree, "In future negotiations, I'd suggest fewer of us speak directly with the other parties involved, particularly when the other parties are so unusual." With that she makes a motion to confer with the rest of the party, Kai and Rhien in particular, about resting for a bit.
Kyree replies earnestly, "That was a negotiation? I was just volunteering to help against the dragon, and being honest with my expectations." He shrugs. "Oh, well. I guess we're back to my original suggestion: letting them try and seeing what happens."
Rhien says dryly, "I get the impression that the orcs' motivation is not entirely noble. Had we offered to help without recompense," Rhien pauses meaningfully here, "then I believe they would have accepted. Regardless, I am not unhappy about giving the dragon a miss. Perhaps we should perform the duty that Trella offered them first, however, in case their skill doesn't match their swagger. I for one would like to know where I am."
Apparently patience is not an orcish trait without the whip to enforce it, and the orcs begin to grumble. Their leader, not quite as foolish as he appears, recognizes this and moves to act. Addressing the party, he says, "Okay, seem you want wait for us come back. That okay. We go fight now, kill dragon, get stuff. We come back, take you through portal. You tell men we nice orcs, no kill them. Tell about dragon we kill, drow too. Then we tell about portals. That deal."
On their leader's signal, the orcs file back into the portal, which apparently has more than one destination.
Trella shrugs, "Sounded like negotiations to me, but, what do I know, I'm a druid, not a diplomat." With the orcs gone, she relaxes. "We should post a watch near the portal, but they won't be back anytime soon."
Keeping her voice lowered so as not to attract suspicion, Trella asks her fellow Stepchildren, "What about these new arrivals? They seem nice enough and all, but given the kinds of things we have hunting us, I think we should see to their safety quickly. What do you think?"
Kai looks thoughtfully over at Danek, who looks away. In the same low voice, she replies, "With luck, we're in between huntings right now. If that's the case, it should be safer for them to stay with us than not. We can try to send them away if things start getting ugly. I could teleport them."
Rhien says, "If not for this odd connection they seem to have with us, I would send them somewhere safe immediately. As it is, I would imagine that their changes have made home a tenuous concept, even if we could find their world, and it would appear that most of them do not want to leave us, so I don't think we have much choice. I would vote to give them the least dangerous jobs, regardless."
Danek makes out a few of the words, clenches her fists, and mutters, "You can't tell us what to do. We're going with you anyway."
Kai raises her eyebrows and gives a half smile. Trella snorts, while Rhien remains expressionless.
Dobi sniffs at the insinuation that, he, Sir Dobius of Highhedge, of all people needs protection. "I can take care of myself, thank you very much. Though I should like to visit the nearest city sometime soon and check in with the local Cormyrian embassy. Duty and all that. But, you chaps seem skilled at finding good fun trouble. I think I'll hang my hat with your lot for a while at least," he concludes, merrily inviting himself to join the group whether welcomed or not.
Dobi’s cheerful voice rouses Quid from her reverie. “Where did the orcs go? I was going to make an offer,” she exclaims.
Trella raises an eyebrow. “They’re gone, off to fight the dragon.”
"Who cares about that silly dragon's hoard anyway," Quid opines to nobody in particular. "The real profits are to be made from the potential trade routes that can be opened up once the caves are cleared and a deal can be struck with those wretched orcs."
“Whatever.” Trella looks away.
Quid pauses for a second, her hand absentmindedly brushing aside a stray wisp of hair. "So long as you're just going to sit around here and await their return, I might as well go and see if they could use any help, and perhaps collect a favor. No sense in having them needlessly die. That would be a waste—and a dead weight loss—even if they are dirty smelly orcs. Anyone else interested? I have a few protection and teleport spells if it comes to that. Assuming we can catch up to them anyway." Without the activation procedure, the Waukeenar merely stumbles in the dark near where the orcs first arrived.
Quid is jostled aside by the crush of gray-skinned humanoids unexpectedly returning. Several of their number are singed or scratched, but by and large the damage appears to be minimal, given what they were intending to do. Their expressions, rather than jubilant, tend more towards anger and anxiety, with occasional flashes of fear.
Their leader snaps out of his contemplation with an effort. "We done. Take you away now. Come with us."
Trella's curiosity does not allow it to end here, and she demands, "What happened? You were barely gone at all."
The orc leader angrily peels off a layer of burnt flesh on his arm while answering, "Dragon small, like horse. Young. No stuff take. Either too dumb know we here, or spy. Spy bad."
Looking up with a surprising shrewdness in his porcine eyes, the orc ends with, "Not your problem. We take you men. You tell men we no raid them, we tell you how use portals. That deal."
The druid sighs and nods her assent. At their leader's signal, orcs shove each other out of the way, clearing a path for the party to enter the portal. With some trepidation, the group follows the slayer of dragons through the now-active portal. The world lurches.