[ic] nameless III: lost and found

[khavren]

"Heh, you were just involved in a fight to the death and I'm guessing at least one of yours is lying among the slain from your friends reactions. If you weren't tense I'd be astonished and probably frightened. I'm just glad the fights over and nobody thought I was on the wrong side."

 

[doghead]

"Did you recognize them, or are you guessing?"

"Unfortuately I know them. They have been in the service of the warmonger for the last few years."

As she talks, the life seems to leech from the plants. They cease their gasping motion. They wither and shrink back to their former size.

The shaman climbs to her feet with a groan of tiredness. She helps the rider to his feet. With a growl the worg lurches to his feet. It staggers a little, and a little fresh blood flows from it's wounds. The shaman says something to the rider, who nods.

From outside the ruins there is a worried hail in the tongue of the goblins. The shaman responds in kind.

Those at the gate see the other rider and the two worgs making there way across the open area around the ruins. They shepherd a rather battered looking orc before them. He baulks when he catches sight of the humans up ahead, but a wicked 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.

 

[Seonaid]

Garival frowns again. "What would you do, ma'am?" he asks the shaman.

 

[doghead]

In the ruins on the hill.

"What would you do, ma'am?"

"Ma'am!" the shaman snorts and rolls her eyes. "I am," she pauses for a moment, brows furrowed in thought, "The Hot Breath of the Worg who Hunts You on the Back of Your Neck!"

Then she shrugs.

"It doesn't translate so well into the common tongue."

 

[DrZombie]

Nate looks a little confused from the shaman to the newcomer. What in Balors' Breath are they talking about?

He then looks up at the orc that was taken captive. What is next? Torture of the Orc to see where his friends are? I don't have the stomach for this.

 

[Seonaid]

Garival smiles despite the situation. "What are your plans now?"

 

[doghead]

In the hill top ruins

The shaman considers the bedraggled orc.

"I suggest we begin by talking to it. Then we take what we want from what they had, and go."

 

[khavren]

Fenix nods at the shamans suggestion and starts searching the slain orc shaman and the warriors. He looks at Nate and Fredar, "What would you like to do with your friend? We can try en get his body back to town or try an bury him here."

 

[doghead]

In the hill top ruins

Craddoc stalks around the goblins in the center of the yard and over to where Cromwell lies.

"We take him back to the village. We take that," he indicates the orc with his head as well, "unless our goblin friend objects to that as well."

He glares at Nate and Fredar.

"Or were you thinking of just leaving him here for the birds to pick over his bones while you go chasing off after some phantom menace."

 

[Maerdwyn]

"Or were you thinking of just leaving him here for the birds to pick over his bones while you go chasing off after some phantom menace."

Fredar watches sharply for Nates reaction, and puts a restraining hand on his shoulder if he starts to react the same way Fredar thinks he himself would if someone suggested he'd be so callous about a friend's death.

ooc: what would be appropriate for a follower of Ketternak? burial, cremation, sent down the river on a raft, something else?