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Leading the group through the camp, the ogre crosses out of the barracks, through the streets, until they find themselves in another tent city--this one full of Ogres, Nibelungen Cobyneu, and rather savage looking men, with quite a few Half-Goblins in evidence. The barbarians lounge around...

The ogre blinks. "Nibelung not come? Many other Nibelungen there! Quite a few girl Nibelungen! Maybe they want strong husband, eh?"

The gate is massive and locked--from this side--two doors of solid adamant. It is covered in the strange, indecipherable squiggles of the Azerai alphabet. It can not be seen through--but you can hear several goblins talking on the other side.

Heading down the hall, the group discovers that the hall goes a little way to the left before stopping at a stone wall. The right branch continues for some way, passing a massive gate, and a small door before reaching the end of the hall.

The ogre returns at this point. "Ready for feast?"

Graevel: Vindar nods as Graevel walks away. "Please come again. We can exchange news--perhaps I can even give you some training in your errant gift." Returning to the Emporium, Graevel discovers that his companions have left. After awhile, he decides to return to the campsite, where he finds...

The ogre bows. "Many hours. Etzel wish long life and much killing on you."

It doesn't take very long for Weel to find a nice site, though glares follow the group as they begin to setup their tent. They're about half-way finished when a large ogre approaches their tent. "Lord Etzel invites new men to feast!" he bellows.

The third door opens onto a spacious hallway. It opens out into another hallway that goes both east and west. (Or right and left, if you must know the directions.) A locked door lies on the western side of the hall.

OOC: Actually--that sums it up beautifully. The Society is ruled by Monks and Janissaries who really prefer to keep the Gods out of things. If the Slaying Hand worships anything, it's duty.

Graevel: ((OOC: Actually, Vindar would be a better choice. It's actually his name, while Valla is his clan.)) Vindar blinks. "Your--talent?" He raises a pair of spectacles on his jacket to his eyes and regards Graevel for a moment. "Ahh! Yes! I see! Are ye a Scholar then, like myself...

((OOC: New Holyhall IS her location--Holyhall is the palace Guy possessed back in Syra, the camp having been acquired the nickname "New Holyhall".. Prince Guy has lost almost every significant battle, and is now a virtual non-entity, hidden the Iron Mountains. His opponent, Emperor Geraint I...

After closing the first door, they open the door opposite, which like their room of entry, is barred from this side. Inside it are a large number of large clay jars, of a very familiar type.

Graevel: The Dvarro seems completely surprised, and glares at the Cob that took Graevel's coinpurse. "Paig, ye fool! I told ye to only take from the Tall Folk! Not our kin!" "He is tall, sir..." begins Paig, clearly frightened. "He is a Nibelungen! Return his purse!" Paig nods...

Kithara smiles. "Well, gentlemen, I welcome you to the Army of the True Emperor." She says this last bit with a slight roll of her eyes. She looks the recruits over. "You know, this camp can be a dangerous place for the unwary." She glances at her underling. "Izara. Accompany these...

Behind that door is another empty room, the walls lined with stange statues that look like oddly abstract 'people' with 'mouths' gaping open. The chamber produces a strange whistling noise. Another door lies at the end of the hallway, sumptiously decorated, and heavily locked.

After a moment, Heamor decides to force the bar into the crack of the door and then yank with all his might. After getting some help from Marcus, he manages to get it open, splintering the bar holding it with a mighty crack. The room on the other side of the door is a large empty chamber with...

Kithara continues to smile fondly at Izara, while her body language remains imposing. "This is true, Izara. But we are also told to focus both eyes and ears at the task at hand, and not to be distracted by trivialities."

Graevel: Asking a few questions about the tent causes Graevel to get some dirty stares. Finally, going in, Graevel is surprised to see several young Cobnyeus, including the one who took his coinpurse being yelled at by an older Nibelungen, whose pale skin and light blue eyes mark him as a...

Kithara smiles at her. "Tell me girl, what have you been told about a Janissary's ears?" (OOC: Kithara is head of this group. Her formal Rank is called Mistress of Battles.)