[ic] nameless III: lost and found

[Maerdwyn]

Fredar says simply to the goblin shaman, "This man is from the town." He makes no futher promises of peace yet, as he's not sure what the Landcarl intends, being currently unaware of any role the two men may have played in th previous battle. He does not identify or attempt to speak for the other, unrecognized man. He calls out, without much warmth, but without any hostility either: "Landcarl, welcome." He looks at Feniz with a little confusion as the man moves up an in between the bodies, and suddenly feels a little more possessive of Cromwell than he did a moment ago when he was the human around who knew the half-orc least well. "What brings you out so far from town? I thought the council wanted to wait for until we brought them more information...and who is your companion?"

 

[Seonaid]

Garival nods. "The council did want to wait. I left to check our borders." The hesitation is almost imperceptible. "Wolves have been sighted this way. Fenix and I, we followed the orcs to these ruins." He turns a wry glance toward the man studying the scene. "Fenix was much more effective than I, I'm afraid. The dogs were his." He glances at the ruins and the men assembled there before turning back to Fredar. "I offer my services to you. I know this land well." Well, that was less than subtle, he sighs to himself.

 

[doghead]

At the hill top ruins

The shaman makes a gesture. There is nothing else that can be done for Cromwell. The shaman draws herself to her feet and leaps lightly back to where the remaining worg and rider lie entangled by the plants. She comes to a stop beside them, dropping to her knees. In moments, the plants have wrapped themselves up and around her legs and waist. But she keeps her arms free, and casts a spell on the wounded worg. It spasms against the tight grip of the plants, then lies still. The shaman and the rider exchange quiet words. The shaman strokes the wounded worg, taking care to keep her hands free.

About a minute or two later, the other rider and the two worgs return. They shepherd a rather raggedy looking orc before them. He baulks when he catches sight of the humans up ahead, but a sharp snap at his heels makes him hastily jump forward. His shield is gone, as is his mace. His armour is bloody, and his legs are bleeding heavily from a number of gashes. He is covered with bits of dirt, grass and twigs. An alarmed shout from the rider is met with a shout from the goblin shaman still caught in the center of the yard.

ooc: just filling in the background stuff as you talk.

 

[khavren]

"So were the orcs here to attack the goblins or did someone know where you all were going to be? They moved like it was a planned ambush." Fenix stands up from examing the bodies and hands Nate a waterskin and a rag. "Here, rinse your mouth out a couple of times, there is a weak wine mixed into the water, it will help."

 

[DrZombie]

"Sorry, sir. I, eehm. Well. I... felt a bit sick for a moment there." Nate says, stumblinbg over his words.

What the hell is he doing here? Ond who does he thinks he's offering his services to? I'm the only bloody survivor from the original group.

 

[khavren]

Fenix glances from Nate to the other two human warriors to the dead to the goblins as Garival makes his offer. Friends out here indeed, looks like he'll need some more of them.

 

[Seonaid]

Garival frowns mightily and after a moment, steps toward the goblin shaman. (If the plants are still doing their thing, he moves as close as he can without being entangled.) He bows stiffly to her and then asks, "Do you know why these orcs came to these ruins?"

 

[Maerdwyn]

Fredar has surreptitiously moved himself back so that Nate is between him and the new arrivals. Service? er..better let Nate deal with this. Fredar is trying to figure out what to do with Cromewll's body. What does Ketternak do with his dead? he wonders. Still, when Garival approaches the shaman, he looks up and listens. That's right, guy, she's only one 'round here who knows what's going on.

While he's listening, Fredar looks Garival and Fenix up and down, trying to figure out what to think of all this. Looking at Garival's sling, and mentally picturing an extra bullet or two flying through the combat beyond the ones he fired off, it dawns on Fredar that these guys probably actually helped out in the combat. The whole experience in Killingtom was a bit maddening, from Nate's whipping to the council's inaction, and now the shock of his corporal's death. His mood is foul, and it's colored his reception of these two. His forces his body to relax just a little and he moves over to Fenix while waiting for the shama's reply to Garival. "Thanks for the aid a few minutes ago. We're all tense right now, as you can see, or you'd get a better greeting," he says quietly.

 

[doghead]

In the hill top ruins.

"Do you know why these orcs came to these ruins?"

""Stay out of the circle. The spell will run its course soon enough.

"I would say they were looking for me. They are the warmonger's allies. These ones are skirmishers. Not much in a stand up fight, but fast and slippery. They would make good goblins.

"The real question is did they know where to find me, or did they just get lucky?"

 

[Seonaid]

Garival shrugs at Fredar's comment. He is not unfriendly, just hesitant at stepping into a delicate situation. Though it's too late for that, since my foot's already in the cow dung, he thinks to himself.

He obeys the shaman's injunction to keep back but frowns at the rest of her words. "Did you recognize them, or are you guessing?" he asks her quietly. He keeps the others at the corner of his vision.