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Message: <blockquote data-quote="MetaVoid" data-source="post: 7115881" data-attributes="member: 87106">"I would use the area, we are mountain warriors. There are boulders in the next room where we can lay an ambush. I would hurt boars in the pit so their squeeling calls the witch. Once she comes, she will be in wide area, one against many. It would be a hunt, not a battle."Turning to assembled orcs and fractions thereof, Hagadark looks at each of them ending with Ho-og."No tricks here, warriors. We're in the presence of Mhuagra, Mother of Mysteries, Teacher of Blood Magic." he cuts along one of his tattoos, representing his status among the orcs and worth as a shaman. Revealing it to all, just to remind them he's not some semi-demi-quasi-orc, but a Blessed One.Showing the blood to all, he cups his hand and lets the arm down so it flows into his hand while preparing one of his bowls in the other."Come everyone, share your blood with mine, quickly and quietly!" the shaman offers sacrificial bowl to the hunters.After all (hopefuly) participated, he offers it to Mhuagra"Our blood, our power, our sacrifice to you, Great One. I beg of you, if you need death to satisfy your thirst on the boars for the moment, for these hunters are on a mission. We sacrifice The Trickster Witch to you after you lead us to victory. You could take her body as she took your teachings. Parts of you are already there."He bows his head down, but keeps the cupped hands up for her to take, drink or whatever. He hopes he will not lose a warrior, another warrior to the spirit. Powerful they are, and willing to share, but thirsty.</blockquote>

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