Paths of Legend: Lord Noran's War (IC)

[shadowmask]

Nyrazha considers Keefe's words, weighing them carefully. I really have no choice.

Heaving a sigh, she dismounts and takes two boxes from her pack. She gives her horse the command to stay. As she lays the boxes on the ground and opens them, the others can see jars sealed with wax. "These are pigments for hair and skin." She indicates the box on the right. "These are pigments for animal hair and hide." She indicates the box on the left.

Nyrazha uncharacteristically clutches her hands together. Unclenching them is an obvious effort. There is no going back after this.

"My idea is for Keefe and I to blend in with the common folk." She looks quickly at Kae'ari. "We would be servants assigned to you." She looks quickly at Keefe. "This way we will not be separated, and you can keep your vow." She gathers her thoughts. How much to tell them without giving them power over me?

"The pigments will wash off with these special soaps." She points to two white jars, one in each box. "We will have to wait for the colors to dry before entering the camp. This is why we would not enter it until long after dark." Nyrazha looks at her companions nervously, struggling to hide it. "What say you?"

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

OOC: No blackdraco or bedford again this week. Writing them out for the moment.

Shajrom and Ahote: Overlooking the Orcish Camp

Phai and Hrugnir have circled around to scout out another position.

Meanwhile, Ahote's elven eyes peer into the camp, though he isn't able to make out any specific orc that might look like a spellcaster, mostly due to the haze of the campfires.

A massive creature emerges from the central tent...not an orc, but something else. A blue skinned, horned giant, followed by a retinue of brutish creatures, similar in stature but obviously lesser in status.

The blue giant bellows in the orcish language and the orcs all scramble to assemble before it. Its honor guard, the half dozen lesser giants, post themselves around the lead creature.

The leader begins to speak in the harsh, snarling orcish tongue.

[sblock=Blue Giant's Orcish Speech...read only if your character knows Orcish]Never before has such a host of orcs been assembled. What was once yours shall be again. The humans are weak and we will see them crushed beneath our heel. I, Goronesh, shall lead you to the victories your tribal leaders have been too weak to attain. But...fail me, and you suffer their fate. Victory! or Death![/sblock]

The orcs let up a roaring cheer and clang their weapons and shields together.

Kae'Ari, Keefe, and Nyrazha: On The Road North

As the sun sets, activity at the logging camp seems to pick up slightly with the loggers returning to camp, cook fires made, and other activity audible but not visible due to the obscuring of the trees.

OOC: Are you going to the camp? In disguise or no?

 

[bedford]

Hrugnir circles around the camp watching the leader from another position, He smiles grimly and mutters "an ogre mage! now that's what i call a challenge" he then starts heading back to the others

 

[blackdraco]

While circling around the orchis camp, Phai tries to figure out any real danger… which he sees as magical or intelligent danger…
he uses detect magic to check for any magic in the encampment, but of cause in a way not to get noticed by the orc’s.
He then returns to the others.

“sees anyone of importance” he whispers to the others… and after the big ones speech he mumbles “some of you that understood what he said?”

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Somethin' th orcs liked it seems. Indeed an ogre mage is a challenge, even grater if it has a host of orcs behind him." Shajrom mutters

 

[Yttermayn]

“sees anyone of importance” he whispers to the others… and after the big ones speech he mumbles “some of you that understood what he said?”

"Orcs are a wound on the land, I rarely bother to parley with them before I cauterize them." Aohte responded. "At least that thing that appears to be thier leader is big, and blue. Should be easy to target on a battlefield. That's assuming it's got the brass to show itself."

 

[shadowmask]

Nyrazha glances toward the camp and its increased activity. "We must make our decision quickly, or the decision will be taken from us by Time."

 

[Lynx_The_one]

"I will enter. Whether you two wish to follow me is up to you." Kae'ari says

 

[shadowmask]

Nyrazha closes her eyes for a second. Angels are almost as difficult as elementals.

Opening her eyes, she stares intently at Kae'ari. "Are you willing to wait for us if Keefe chooses to disguise himself? Are you willing to allow the townsfolk to believe us to be your servants? If not, it is not worth the risk to go disguised." And I will be on my own.

 

[shadowmask]

Nyrazha looks back and forth between her companions as the last of the sun's light begins to fade. Her eyes narrow, indicating her frustration. Why did I believe that these ones were able to do what the Children of Water cannot?!

She closes the cases with an audible snap. "Forget I said anything. I am sorry I wasted your time. You, Kae'ari, wish to enter the camp. I cannot, for my own reasons. You, Keefe, wish to sleep in a bed. I do, also. However, that would necessitate staying in the logging camp, which I cannot do."

She packs the cases of dyes in her pack, and pulls out a black cloak of Azgundi cut. She dons the cloak and mounts her horse. Looking at her companions with cold eyes, she continues. "I will meet you on the other side of the logging camp, approximately a half an hour after sunrise. Do as you wish."

With that, she pulls the hood up to hide her veils and knees her mount into the trees. Father is right. I can trust no one here. Her normally impeccable posture slumped dejectedly as she faded into the trees.