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<blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 4605015" data-attributes="member: 11574"><p><strong>Cow tipping</strong></p><p></p><p>“You’ve yet to explain your absence or what befell Gronar after you two left.” Sillaqui prodded in hopes of learning more about why Korg chose to keep those events secret. </p><p></p><p>“Korg left for Vision Mountain to seek Umtala’s wisdom. Korg found it; Gronar did not see it the same way. Korg now back to finish promise Korg made to Pokey.” </p><p></p><p>“So there’s no chance Gronar will be back? Whatever will you do without your moral compass to guide you?” </p><p></p><p>“Korg not need stupid trinket to tell Korg where north is.” </p><p></p><p>“That’s not what I meant, I mean if there’s no one to watch out for you like Gronar was doing what is going to happen when you have to be the one to make the decisions? You were always the follower to Gronar’s sword arm, whose path do you follow now?” Sillaqui’s words danced through Korg’s head like a drunken bugbear, loud and ungainly. Korg didn’t want to think about having to be the one to make the tactical choices Gronar did, but as the bigger of the two by a factor of three, he knew that the little blue lady would likely go where Korg pointed; trouble was Korg didn’t remember why they were going this direction at all.</p><p></p><p>“Korg wonder why Pokey left to come here?” The giant spoke trying to steer the conversation away from questions he didn’t want to answer</p><p></p><p>“Maybe he found the lure of adventure to great to quell even for one as grandiose as Paquito.”</p><p></p><p>“Korg think you here because you love Pokey.” Now it was Sillaqui’s turn to squirm in the questions </p><p></p><p>“I.. am here to find the tribe’s leader, I dare not let worry enter my mind for mistakes are easily born of distraction.” </p><p></p><p>“Korg think that is fancy way of saying yes. That’s okay, Korg hope you have lots of little blue baby Pokeys.” </p><p></p><p>Sillaqui sat in distant silence.</p><p></p><p>“Find him! Overturn every log, every stone, and every dead body! I want the sacrifice found within the half hour or one of you gets sacrificed in his place!” The orc leader shouted out orders to his troops, the chaos in the midst of the orc band was unmistakable, several orcs writhed on the ground with their heads in the their hands, their faces burned by the gout of flame from Paquito’s fire breath. </p><p></p><p>The minotaur absent mindedly rubbed the amulet around his neck, the magic contained therein had saved him on several occasions before and once again had proved its worth. Scanning the nearby trees for the next large trunk to hide behind, Paquito spied a game trail off to his left and a horse trail to his right, the one his captors had traveled. Rolling a mental dice, Paquito darted off for the middle of both trails, not wishing to follow either. With the din of the orc band slowly dying behind him, Paquito raced through think underbrush and intertwined tree limbs as he sought freedom.</p><p></p><p>“Which way did he go? Who saw him escape?” The orc leader demanded from two orcs who had been burned so badly they were stricken blind. The two orcs were held up by two subordinate orcs apiece, their arms hook so that the orc’s chests were puffed out so that even in their pain they showed no sign of weakness. </p><p></p><p>The orc leader backhanded the one on the left and open-handed slapped the one on the right. Chapped and scorched lips shattered from the force of the blow and began to bleed. Both orcs tried in vain to moisten the wounds with their tongues only to make the sensation worse as their rough tongues scoured over the damaged lips. </p><p></p><p>“Both of you make me sick and are an utter disgrace to the orc race, one prisoner. One prisoner! And you let him escape, we’re not talking about a pixie that is tiny and invisible, we’re talking about a ten foot upright cow! And you let the damn thing walk away as if it paid you!” The orc leader lambasted at the held orcs</p><p></p><p>“S.. I.. “ Was all the right one could get out as seared flesh tore and broke from the flexing of facial muscles. </p><p></p><p>“What? Were you trying to spit something out? Perhaps forgiveness for your lax in duty!” The orc leader shouted</p><p></p><p>*gurgle* came the response</p><p></p><p>“Redblood son of Dreskor.” The right orc stiffened up at the sound of his formal familial name being used, he tried to answer with a “Sir” but only hissed in pain. </p><p></p><p>“You’ve failed for the first and last time.” The orc leader finished and ran the orc through with his broadsword, the wounded orc fell in a heap and soaked the ground beneath him with blood.</p><p></p><p>“Cregnaw of the Blood Mists.” The other held orc stiffened at the sound of his name as well, fully prepared for his fate. The blade strike was swift and the body was left where it lay to nourish the ground. </p><p></p><p>“Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes to find a single large dazed and panicked cow, is this band up for it or should I place all of you on nursery duty where your weakness can confront you the rest of your life?” The orc leader demanded</p><p></p><p>“No Sir!” Came the unified response</p><p></p><p>Paquito hoped that by at least eluding the orcs for awhile that their tight time schedule would force them to give up the chase and they would leave him alone. He bounded through thickets, large bushes and trampled smaller ones. He head pounded harder with each heartbeat, he reckoned he likely had suffered a concussion with all the banging his head took on the skid. He would need to find someplace to stop and hide quickly or his head would force him to go prone and hope for the best soon.</p><p></p><p>“Sergeant Krivemlor, bring me the banner!” The orc leader ordered, once the large banner was brought over the orc leader held it aloft. Crafted from the femur of a tyrannosaur the bottom joint had been filed down to a point that was filthy with dirt as the band routinely thrust it into the ground when they knew the end was near for their opponents. With the banner in hand, the orc leader recited a prayer to Gruumsh and four worgs instantly appeared next to the orc leader. </p><p></p><p>Speaking their barking language, the orc leader gave the worgs a description of Paquito and instructions to hunt down but not kill the minotaur, maiming was allowed but the sacrifice must be alive and coherent for it to be useful for the orcs. With the directions handed out, the worgs took off in search of a scent they picked up almost immediately, the scent of fear. </p><p></p><p>Paquito stopped for a moment, his head felt like it was pulsating out of his skull and made it nearly impossible to think let alone run. Paquito closed his eyes and tried to will the pain to the back of his mind. He had nearly succeeded when the sounds of several dogs barking invaded his quiet respite and not only were they getting closer, they seemed to be heading directly for him. Paquito pushed his way forward a few more steps and entered a small depression in the forest floor. Paquito squatted low in the brush and waited for the first one to leap at him.</p><p></p><p>He wouldn’t wait long as he heard the body of the excited worg bursting through the brush in front of him, as soon as the leaping form erupted from the bushes above him, Paquito unleashed a <em>scorching ray </em>into the sky. The worg landed with a smoldering thud behind him and whimpered softly. Barking behind him told Paquito that he had alerted more of his fellows to come check out what befell one of their numbers.</p><p></p><p>A barking sound on the right brought forth another large worg, this one however did not burst through the underbrush, and instead it half jumped into the depression. Startled by Paquito’s large presence the worg was ill-prepared to ward off the minotaur’s horns as Paquito managed to sink both of his venom dripping horns into the hard skin of the dog-like creature. While the damage from the horns was only enough to piss off the worg, the toxin in its blood was more than enough to teeter the large dog to one side and send it into convulsions. </p><p></p><p>More barking surrounded the minotaur now and he realized that if the orc band hadn’t caught up by now they would be soon and then there would be no escape from forty trained soldiers. This time the worgs paced a circle around the minotaur, hoping to flush the large beast out from his semi-useful defensive stand. Paquito knew they were toying with him waiting for him to make a move before they pounced on him. Had it just been the worgs he would have sat back and waited for their hunger to override their tactical advantage and force the worgs into mistakes. However with an orc war band beating a path to his location and not in a happy mood, Paquito knew he would have to try and flee. </p><p></p><p>With two of their numbers down and dying, the remaining two worgs abandoned any pretense of a contract with the orc leader and bounded into the depression flanking the minotaur and looking to tear his throat from his body and devour his heart. Paquito showered the one that came at him from in front with <em>magic missiles </em>but that only caused the worg to aim its jaws lower as the missiles struck the back of its neck. The one in his face bit down on Paquito’s left forearm while the other attached its jaws to the back of Paquito’s neck and begin to shake its head back and forth violently trying to rend the minotaur’s flesh from his head. The pain in his head was excruciating now and he wished he would just blackout from the pain than try and think his way through it. His felt the worg’s teeth sink further into his neck as blood began trickling down his back. Paquito bit the worg gnawing on his forearm back on the snout. The venom from his collar seeping into the wound and causing the dog to seize on the spot, with only one worg left Paquito tried to twist around to get at the on his neck. The worg however was determined to either rip his neck out or bleed the minotaur dry. </p><p></p><p>Unfortunately for Paquito neither occurred as the worg took a powerful blow from a broadsword that cracked its skull across its nose. The worg yelped as it let Paquito go, and then whimpered off into the brush to tend to its wound.</p><p></p><p>“Your spirited escape has put us behind, so we will be forced to just drag you behind the horses instead of that comfy skid we made for you and you ungratefully burned. String him up; this time hit him hard enough that if he does open his eyes he won’t know the difference.” The orc leader directed.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hairy Minotaur, post: 4605015, member: 11574"] [b]Cow tipping[/b] “You’ve yet to explain your absence or what befell Gronar after you two left.” Sillaqui prodded in hopes of learning more about why Korg chose to keep those events secret. “Korg left for Vision Mountain to seek Umtala’s wisdom. Korg found it; Gronar did not see it the same way. Korg now back to finish promise Korg made to Pokey.” “So there’s no chance Gronar will be back? Whatever will you do without your moral compass to guide you?” “Korg not need stupid trinket to tell Korg where north is.” “That’s not what I meant, I mean if there’s no one to watch out for you like Gronar was doing what is going to happen when you have to be the one to make the decisions? You were always the follower to Gronar’s sword arm, whose path do you follow now?” Sillaqui’s words danced through Korg’s head like a drunken bugbear, loud and ungainly. Korg didn’t want to think about having to be the one to make the tactical choices Gronar did, but as the bigger of the two by a factor of three, he knew that the little blue lady would likely go where Korg pointed; trouble was Korg didn’t remember why they were going this direction at all. “Korg wonder why Pokey left to come here?” The giant spoke trying to steer the conversation away from questions he didn’t want to answer “Maybe he found the lure of adventure to great to quell even for one as grandiose as Paquito.” “Korg think you here because you love Pokey.” Now it was Sillaqui’s turn to squirm in the questions “I.. am here to find the tribe’s leader, I dare not let worry enter my mind for mistakes are easily born of distraction.” “Korg think that is fancy way of saying yes. That’s okay, Korg hope you have lots of little blue baby Pokeys.” Sillaqui sat in distant silence. “Find him! Overturn every log, every stone, and every dead body! I want the sacrifice found within the half hour or one of you gets sacrificed in his place!” The orc leader shouted out orders to his troops, the chaos in the midst of the orc band was unmistakable, several orcs writhed on the ground with their heads in the their hands, their faces burned by the gout of flame from Paquito’s fire breath. The minotaur absent mindedly rubbed the amulet around his neck, the magic contained therein had saved him on several occasions before and once again had proved its worth. Scanning the nearby trees for the next large trunk to hide behind, Paquito spied a game trail off to his left and a horse trail to his right, the one his captors had traveled. Rolling a mental dice, Paquito darted off for the middle of both trails, not wishing to follow either. With the din of the orc band slowly dying behind him, Paquito raced through think underbrush and intertwined tree limbs as he sought freedom. “Which way did he go? Who saw him escape?” The orc leader demanded from two orcs who had been burned so badly they were stricken blind. The two orcs were held up by two subordinate orcs apiece, their arms hook so that the orc’s chests were puffed out so that even in their pain they showed no sign of weakness. The orc leader backhanded the one on the left and open-handed slapped the one on the right. Chapped and scorched lips shattered from the force of the blow and began to bleed. Both orcs tried in vain to moisten the wounds with their tongues only to make the sensation worse as their rough tongues scoured over the damaged lips. “Both of you make me sick and are an utter disgrace to the orc race, one prisoner. One prisoner! And you let him escape, we’re not talking about a pixie that is tiny and invisible, we’re talking about a ten foot upright cow! And you let the damn thing walk away as if it paid you!” The orc leader lambasted at the held orcs “S.. I.. “ Was all the right one could get out as seared flesh tore and broke from the flexing of facial muscles. “What? Were you trying to spit something out? Perhaps forgiveness for your lax in duty!” The orc leader shouted *gurgle* came the response “Redblood son of Dreskor.” The right orc stiffened up at the sound of his formal familial name being used, he tried to answer with a “Sir” but only hissed in pain. “You’ve failed for the first and last time.” The orc leader finished and ran the orc through with his broadsword, the wounded orc fell in a heap and soaked the ground beneath him with blood. “Cregnaw of the Blood Mists.” The other held orc stiffened at the sound of his name as well, fully prepared for his fate. The blade strike was swift and the body was left where it lay to nourish the ground. “Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes to find a single large dazed and panicked cow, is this band up for it or should I place all of you on nursery duty where your weakness can confront you the rest of your life?” The orc leader demanded “No Sir!” Came the unified response Paquito hoped that by at least eluding the orcs for awhile that their tight time schedule would force them to give up the chase and they would leave him alone. He bounded through thickets, large bushes and trampled smaller ones. He head pounded harder with each heartbeat, he reckoned he likely had suffered a concussion with all the banging his head took on the skid. He would need to find someplace to stop and hide quickly or his head would force him to go prone and hope for the best soon. “Sergeant Krivemlor, bring me the banner!” The orc leader ordered, once the large banner was brought over the orc leader held it aloft. Crafted from the femur of a tyrannosaur the bottom joint had been filed down to a point that was filthy with dirt as the band routinely thrust it into the ground when they knew the end was near for their opponents. With the banner in hand, the orc leader recited a prayer to Gruumsh and four worgs instantly appeared next to the orc leader. Speaking their barking language, the orc leader gave the worgs a description of Paquito and instructions to hunt down but not kill the minotaur, maiming was allowed but the sacrifice must be alive and coherent for it to be useful for the orcs. With the directions handed out, the worgs took off in search of a scent they picked up almost immediately, the scent of fear. Paquito stopped for a moment, his head felt like it was pulsating out of his skull and made it nearly impossible to think let alone run. Paquito closed his eyes and tried to will the pain to the back of his mind. He had nearly succeeded when the sounds of several dogs barking invaded his quiet respite and not only were they getting closer, they seemed to be heading directly for him. Paquito pushed his way forward a few more steps and entered a small depression in the forest floor. Paquito squatted low in the brush and waited for the first one to leap at him. He wouldn’t wait long as he heard the body of the excited worg bursting through the brush in front of him, as soon as the leaping form erupted from the bushes above him, Paquito unleashed a [I]scorching ray [/I]into the sky. The worg landed with a smoldering thud behind him and whimpered softly. Barking behind him told Paquito that he had alerted more of his fellows to come check out what befell one of their numbers. A barking sound on the right brought forth another large worg, this one however did not burst through the underbrush, and instead it half jumped into the depression. Startled by Paquito’s large presence the worg was ill-prepared to ward off the minotaur’s horns as Paquito managed to sink both of his venom dripping horns into the hard skin of the dog-like creature. While the damage from the horns was only enough to piss off the worg, the toxin in its blood was more than enough to teeter the large dog to one side and send it into convulsions. More barking surrounded the minotaur now and he realized that if the orc band hadn’t caught up by now they would be soon and then there would be no escape from forty trained soldiers. This time the worgs paced a circle around the minotaur, hoping to flush the large beast out from his semi-useful defensive stand. Paquito knew they were toying with him waiting for him to make a move before they pounced on him. Had it just been the worgs he would have sat back and waited for their hunger to override their tactical advantage and force the worgs into mistakes. However with an orc war band beating a path to his location and not in a happy mood, Paquito knew he would have to try and flee. With two of their numbers down and dying, the remaining two worgs abandoned any pretense of a contract with the orc leader and bounded into the depression flanking the minotaur and looking to tear his throat from his body and devour his heart. Paquito showered the one that came at him from in front with [I]magic missiles [/I]but that only caused the worg to aim its jaws lower as the missiles struck the back of its neck. The one in his face bit down on Paquito’s left forearm while the other attached its jaws to the back of Paquito’s neck and begin to shake its head back and forth violently trying to rend the minotaur’s flesh from his head. The pain in his head was excruciating now and he wished he would just blackout from the pain than try and think his way through it. His felt the worg’s teeth sink further into his neck as blood began trickling down his back. Paquito bit the worg gnawing on his forearm back on the snout. The venom from his collar seeping into the wound and causing the dog to seize on the spot, with only one worg left Paquito tried to twist around to get at the on his neck. The worg however was determined to either rip his neck out or bleed the minotaur dry. Unfortunately for Paquito neither occurred as the worg took a powerful blow from a broadsword that cracked its skull across its nose. The worg yelped as it let Paquito go, and then whimpered off into the brush to tend to its wound. “Your spirited escape has put us behind, so we will be forced to just drag you behind the horses instead of that comfy skid we made for you and you ungratefully burned. String him up; this time hit him hard enough that if he does open his eyes he won’t know the difference.” The orc leader directed. [/QUOTE]
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