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<blockquote data-quote="maddman75" data-source="post: 402174" data-attributes="member: 2673">&quot;NOOOO!&quot; we yelled out in unison.&nbsp; &quot;Are ye daft?&nbsp; Don't kill the prisoners!&quot;&nbsp; The halfling put his sword down and sat down on a rock with a pout on his face.&nbsp; He was fierce, but I'd have to keep an eye on that one.&nbsp; He didn't look right in the head. &nbsp;The prisoners were most grateful for the rescue.&nbsp; They said they were from a refugee camp about three days to the east.&nbsp; The orcs come and take slaves and supplies whenever they like.&nbsp; There had also been a lot of owlbears nabbing townsfolk here and there.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;The halfling speaks up again.&nbsp; &quot;Owlbears - them are good eatin.&quot; &nbsp;One of the barbarian sisters found a note on the leader.&nbsp; It was scrawled in simple orcish script.&nbsp; The sorcerer knew that tounge and read it aloud. &nbsp;&quot;Grog - bring back slaves or meat - Thar.&quot; &nbsp;Seemed like a simple enough message, and now we knew who was in charge of these orcs.&nbsp; Now we had to deal with the drow and we could get moving. &nbsp;Though it pained me to use Moradin's blessing on such a beast, I laid my hands on the drow and closed his wounds.&nbsp; He opened his eyes and looked about.&nbsp; I spoke to him in undercommon. &nbsp;&quot;Are ye lost, boy.&quot; &nbsp;&quot;I'm not your boy, and neither am I lost.&quot; &nbsp;Cocky little devil.&nbsp; &quot;Don't see many of your kind up here.&nbsp; What are you doing?&quot; &nbsp;&quot;I left my people.&nbsp; Got up here just a couple hours ago.&quot; &nbsp;&quot;Why were ye attacking the orcs?&nbsp; Hopin to take the slaves fer yourself?&quot; &nbsp;He responded in common.&nbsp; &quot;Speak in their tounge.&nbsp; I wasn't going to take any slaves - just wanted to help those people.&quot; &nbsp;&quot;Yeah, I'm sure, just wanted to free them out of the kindness of your black soulless heart.&quot;&nbsp; I'd had about enough of this drow.&nbsp; I called upon Moradin to let me peer at his soul.&nbsp; That would put an end to any doubts the drow was trying to seed. &nbsp;There wasn't any stain about his soul.&nbsp; He must have been disguising his aura.&nbsp; &quot;Sorcerer!&nbsp; Can you see if he has any spells on 'im?&quot; &nbsp;The sorcerer made a gesture and concentrated for a few seconds.&nbsp; &quot;Just a spellbook.&nbsp; No enchantments.&quot; &nbsp;Still, he could be using some kind of trick.&nbsp; I decided to let him stay around so I could figure out what he's up to.&nbsp; I looked at the group and stood up. &nbsp;&quot;Well, lets get off this road and find somewhere to rest for the night.&nbsp; In the morning we head back to the refugee camp.&quot;&nbsp; Everyone agreed.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="maddman75, post: 402174, member: 2673"] "NOOOO!" we yelled out in unison. "Are ye daft? Don't kill the prisoners!" The halfling put his sword down and sat down on a rock with a pout on his face. He was fierce, but I'd have to keep an eye on that one. He didn't look right in the head. The prisoners were most grateful for the rescue. They said they were from a refugee camp about three days to the east. The orcs come and take slaves and supplies whenever they like. There had also been a lot of owlbears nabbing townsfolk here and there. The halfling speaks up again. "Owlbears - them are good eatin." One of the barbarian sisters found a note on the leader. It was scrawled in simple orcish script. The sorcerer knew that tounge and read it aloud. "Grog - bring back slaves or meat - Thar." Seemed like a simple enough message, and now we knew who was in charge of these orcs. Now we had to deal with the drow and we could get moving. Though it pained me to use Moradin's blessing on such a beast, I laid my hands on the drow and closed his wounds. He opened his eyes and looked about. I spoke to him in undercommon. "Are ye lost, boy." "I'm not your boy, and neither am I lost." Cocky little devil. "Don't see many of your kind up here. What are you doing?" "I left my people. Got up here just a couple hours ago." "Why were ye attacking the orcs? Hopin to take the slaves fer yourself?" He responded in common. "Speak in their tounge. I wasn't going to take any slaves - just wanted to help those people." "Yeah, I'm sure, just wanted to free them out of the kindness of your black soulless heart." I'd had about enough of this drow. I called upon Moradin to let me peer at his soul. That would put an end to any doubts the drow was trying to seed. There wasn't any stain about his soul. He must have been disguising his aura. "Sorcerer! Can you see if he has any spells on 'im?" The sorcerer made a gesture and concentrated for a few seconds. "Just a spellbook. No enchantments." Still, he could be using some kind of trick. I decided to let him stay around so I could figure out what he's up to. I looked at the group and stood up. "Well, lets get off this road and find somewhere to rest for the night. In the morning we head back to the refugee camp." Everyone agreed. [/QUOTE]

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