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<blockquote data-quote="Imperialus" data-source="post: 6665462" data-attributes="member: 893">The Orc cocks his head at your hand for a moment as though trying to figure out why you would have done such a thing.&nbsp; He then jabs the palm of his hand on one of his tusks and extended it to complete the shake before leaving.&nbsp; Just over half an hour later you hear a ruckus from the east and a troop of over a half dozen Orcs can be seen making their way down the hall.&nbsp; At the head of the column is a rather bedraggled looking dwarf stripped to his loincloth, and covered in bruises, cuts and scratches with a crude bandage wrapped around his head covering one eye.&nbsp; He has a rope tied around his neck, which trails back to the hand of a very large Orc who is also holding a spear that is pressed against his captives back.&nbsp; The larger orc also has a metal brestplate that has been crudely resized to wrap around his massive torso, and a long curved scimitar at his belt. Two other orcs have crude bows, with arrows nocked but not drawn, while the other four are equipped with a variety of weapons and armour that appears to have been scavenged from around the dungeon.&nbsp; You see Rethar among them, a massive purple bruise on the side of his face suggests that Sigur may not have entirely approved of his plan to trade his captives for a dozen axes.&nbsp; The large Orc thumps his chest causing the rope to tighten and the dwarf to grimace in pain as the spearpoint digs into his back.&quot;Mighty Sigur greets you.&nbsp; You have come to beg the lives of your kinsmen.&nbsp; Fearsome Sigur says that the lives of dwarves are worth more than your puny offer.&nbsp; Sigur demands twenty keen swords, and a suit of mail worthy of his stature!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Imperialus, post: 6665462, member: 893"] The Orc cocks his head at your hand for a moment as though trying to figure out why you would have done such a thing. He then jabs the palm of his hand on one of his tusks and extended it to complete the shake before leaving. Just over half an hour later you hear a ruckus from the east and a troop of over a half dozen Orcs can be seen making their way down the hall. At the head of the column is a rather bedraggled looking dwarf stripped to his loincloth, and covered in bruises, cuts and scratches with a crude bandage wrapped around his head covering one eye. He has a rope tied around his neck, which trails back to the hand of a very large Orc who is also holding a spear that is pressed against his captives back. The larger orc also has a metal brestplate that has been crudely resized to wrap around his massive torso, and a long curved scimitar at his belt. Two other orcs have crude bows, with arrows nocked but not drawn, while the other four are equipped with a variety of weapons and armour that appears to have been scavenged from around the dungeon. You see Rethar among them, a massive purple bruise on the side of his face suggests that Sigur may not have entirely approved of his plan to trade his captives for a dozen axes. The large Orc thumps his chest causing the rope to tighten and the dwarf to grimace in pain as the spearpoint digs into his back. [color=red][b]"Mighty Sigur greets you. You have come to beg the lives of your kinsmen. Fearsome Sigur says that the lives of dwarves are worth more than your puny offer. Sigur demands twenty keen swords, and a suit of mail worthy of his stature!"[/b][/color] [/QUOTE]

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