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[Voadam]

Dagmar turns to Liddal "Well it looks like your tracking skill will be handy, lad." the dwarf turns to the halfling "Franky, come with me as I make sure of the details with the merchant about where we are to bring any who are rescued and how many we are looking for, I'll need you to remember the details about the captives."

 

[FreeXenon]

Franky, Halfling Male, Lore Keeper

Franky definitely does not like the turn of events. Frustration crosses his face as the soldiers and Caravan people quarrel. He looks to others in the group as everything unfolds before them feeling so inconsequential and small.

When he sees Percy go forth to try to quiet everything down he will chant something soothing in the background. Perform 23 (16+7)

He is rather pleased at the proactive nature of Percy and Dagmar. He also sees the wisdom in Percy's words. When Dagmar goes forth, Franky pulls out his Lore book and writes frantically as Dagmar negotiates info from Heinrich Maler and others.

 

[scout989]

As the negotiations commence, one of the men who had walked off with the Faulean patrol returns to the group. He is a huge man, almost 6 1/2 feet tall, wearing a chain shirt and carrying sword and shield. He listens to the negotiations briefly, then says in a soft, yet firm tone of voice, "I will help bring them back."

 

[Harvey]

Koric, Half-Orc Cleric of Pelor

Koric stays silent during the argument, unsure of whose side to take. He understands the rage of the caravan masters, yet he also feels that having the guards around would make life easier.

After Percy's speech, Koric approaches him from behind and rests a hand on his shoulder. "Those were strong words, young Percy. I hope you are prepared to back them up." He looks at Percy with a seriousness in his eye... then a broad smile appears on his face. "But fear not, for I will stand with you. As I am sure will our newfound friends. You can count on us."

He takes note of Dagmar and Franky walking over to Heinrich, as his mind wanders for a bit. Ah, so Dagmar and Franky will find out as much as they can from our caravan master. And I am sure Lindal will be aching to track down our prey. And I see Felicity is already making notes on the various clan markings from the bodies that litter the field. Already, we are working like a well-oiled machine.

He continues to talk to Percy. "If we are going to track these orcs to their camp, I suggest we keep our party small and skilled. We do not want a group of untrained farmers bumbling through the woods. It looks as if Sir Heinrich has already gotten a few volunteers... I say we take the stongest and toughest of the bunch, and leave the rest as guards for the caravan, regardless of whether it continues on to Faule or turns back."

Koric notes the Faulean guard approach. When he offers his services, Koric speaks up. "We are going to form a party to track the orcs to their lair, and appreciate any able-bodied help, especially those of whose arm keeps Faule strong. And what is your name, friend?"

 

[scout989]

Fortin Human Fighter

"I am Fortin. My sword arm has indeed served Faule well, but it has not well served me. Now I seek service in my own cause. Of course, if I can help others at the same time, so much the better. And who else is planning on joining this mission?"

 

[Mavnn]

"Welcome, Fortin." Lindal nodded to him. "I should be able to track a band of orcs this size, and carrying this much, without any problem. I suggest we head out as quickly as possible to avoid them meeting up with any larger force, though."

Lindal brushes at his minor injuries. "If the healing offered earlier is still available, I would be grateful - however, double check that no one in the caravan needs it more than me before you waste it on these scratches."

 

[FreeXenon]

Franky, Lore Keeper - Iron Claw Ork History

Once I am alone with the group I impart the following with a curious face.

"The Ironclaw Orks were originally members of the Scabrous Hand tribe found in Dagmar's home range in the Winter Spikes. The tribe fractured after an attempted restructuring movement. The survivors of the assassination sqaud fled with their sympathists to the north and west to lands of less contention. The leader of the coup was Gragrock Bloody Fist and he formed the Iron Claw Orks in the plains range surrounding the Kilvestry Forest. When they first established themselves in the region they were quite aggressive and the druids and elves of the region would not have any of that. Gragrock gathered a great number of ork tribes in the plains areas forming a great horde. The tribe almost faced extiction at the hands of the swift retribution of the elves and barabarians in the ensuing war, but they found their wits and withdrew to common banditry in the region until their numbers have recently grown. That was some 10 years ago. They have been a common predator since then taking their place amongst the worlds orkish thugs.

Part of the reason for the restructuring was a religious one. Gragrock had found a new patron. A preist of somesort - no one knows what race - but the the Ironclaw Orks had a stange-magic wielding cultist clan dedicated to an obscure god which I do not know of - but the symbol is something like a crimson starburst or something with other stuff."

 

[Voadam]

With dwarven pragmatism Dagmar elicits the important details from the merchant about the business they are undertaking, nodding approvingly as the halfling scribbles down the details.

Once satisfied on the arrangement and terms the pair return to the group.

 

[Harvey]

Koric, Half-Orc Cleric of Pelor

"Any aide you can spare us is much appreciated, friend Fortin." Koric turns to Lindal, and informs her "those that survived the assault have all been stabilized. They can find long-term care in either Faule or Vormarsch. If we intent to track these raiders quickly, we will all need to be at our best." He stretches out his hand to the wound on Lindal's arm. Baring any objections, Koric rests his hand on the would, while grabbing his holy symbol of Pelor with this other hand. "Pelor, grant me your gift and heal this great warriors wounds, wounds he received bringing your light to the forces of darkness!"

OOC: Koric sacks his detect poison spell for a cure minor wounds, curing 1 hit point.

He then stands aside from the group, raises his arms outstreched to the sun (or sky if it is dusk/night) and, with his holy symbol in hand, calls out "Pelor, grant me your gift and your humble servants wounds, so I can carry on my fight in your name!"

OOC: Koric sacks his Endure Elements spell for a cure light wounds, curing 5 hit point.

Koric takes a minute to grab his shield and examine it for any damage from the fight. He then settles in for Franky's explanation of the orc clans. When Franky finishes, Koric clears his throat. "Lindal has a good point... we need to get moving quickly if we are to catch up to the raiding party. They would be moving slow, forced to carry captives and loot. We should be able to follow them easy enough, with Lindal's skill guiding us. Just so I am sure, the party will be Lindal, myself, Dagmar, Percy, brave Franky, our new friend Fortin..." Koric turns to Felicity "...and what of you, my dear friend Felicity? While you have shown us great bravery in repelling these raiders, I would not presume to have you trapse through the woods with the rest of us to hunt down these orcs. No one will hold it against you if you wish to join the caravan in its return to Faule."

 

[FreeXenon]

Franky, Halfling Male, Lore Keeper

Doubt laces Franky words as he speaks "I have a list here several pages long of items and people that need to be retrieved with descriptions. I am not so concerned about the items, but there are so many people missing."

"I thought Dagmar was going to kill that Shopkeeper explaining what his broom looks like. That was one page by itself. Thank you for putting a stop to it!.". Franky smiles appreciatively to Dagmar.

"Lindal , I would cover you as you scout ahead, but my eyes are not so good as yours in the night."

"Before we start our hunt let us all remember Myrthyth's Three Rules of Adventuring. The most important rule is rule number 1: No Dying....... or working magic or weapons under the influence of elven spirits or Boraschasch Lettuce.
Yes, Very important! Agreed???" he states as if everyone has heard this before and is just looking for affirmation as such.

"Fortin, if your blade serves our cause you are more than welcome! May the strength of Avoreen guide your blade."