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Remnants of the Horde-Flight from Aruth

Bargo hops down off the giant's huge corpse and looks around at the rag tag group laughing a low, close to insane hooting chuckle. Flexing his grotesque arms, the remainder of the magic that had filled them fading he gets a huge toothy grin.

"Bargo like..."
 

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Durgo, infuriated at being tossed around like a doll, was prepared to leap to his feet and meet his death on the business ends of a storm giant's meaty paws. But as blood rains down upon him from Elf-hewer, he slowly takes his time getting over on his back and motions for Kurg to come over.

While the gnoll comes (or had better come!), he draws one of the Hag's stouter potions and swills it.

"Koka...where is keep? You take us to ... Ves-pee...eh... uder-Captain-wif-long-name. Durgo tired of waiting for scouts!"

The ogre pushes himself to his feet after recieving some of Yeenoghu's blessing and walks over to retrieve the gargantuan axe. Durgo was running out of places to store the weapons of his vanquished enemies. He was blissfully unconcerned with anything else the storm giant may have had on him, though...
 

Damn...must remeber to not be within that half-breeds sword range....but....hmm lets check this thing out.... Forlash quickly runs a broken nail along one of his first tat's (a glowing sun...)checking the giants corpse for anything that may be of interest...(also the stuff he had looted off the hags corpse...)

OOC: casting detect magic and checking corpse and stuff found earlier...

Oh yes commander we should be on our way...but to face any more enemy with you hurt may be detrimental...I do happen to have some potions that may help...here...
Forlash places some potions on the ground allowing them to appear in front of Durgo.

OOC: placing 3 Cure Moderate Wound potions within reach of the Ogre captain.
Damn those spells....got to be more effective someday.... :mad:
 

Tsu'koka remembers to breathe.

"Blood!" he mutters. "I have never seen anything like it."

He watches Forlash search the Giant's corpse with interest. As Forlash pulls the potions, he jumps down from Blood and strides forwards.

"Wait. I have wands. Puny things, but perhaps they would be better used here." He pulls out a simple looking stick with a single engraved character on it. "Use this, as it is off little use in the middle of a fight."*

While attending to Durgo, he outlines what he knows about the way back to the keep. Finished, he turns to Bargo and offers to heal him.

*OOC: Wand of CLW (50 charges and going to need a lot of them here i think).
 
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OoC:Wands are better if you folks have time. The bigger potions are better for desperate situations.

IC:Kurg moves forward, using one of his few remaining Cures on Durgo <Healed 20HP>. After many uses of Tsu'Koka's Wand and another spell from Kurg, Durgo feels much better (down 20 HP after 10 charges of the and and another CMW from Kurg @ Wand charges heal Bargo).


A Goblin comes up on a massive Worg, Tsu'Koka knows him as Blaught, the leader of the Worg Scouts from the Keep.
Not a minute later, Wekerak returns, telling of a battle in the Cleft, one that looked to be gojng badly for the Myrachians.
 

Bargo bends down and scoops up the green giant's huge belt and adds it to the blue giant's helm. Wrapping it around himself twice, he wears it like a trophy and waits for the scouts (two of them, Bargo not remember two of them, maybe not be so bad now if Bargo eat one) to tell Durgo something useful.
 

"Scout captain? Hmf...me Captain Durgo from front lines where der was battle," the ogre says derisively at the new gobbie scout.

In the minute or so that passes, Durgo strains to listen for the sounds of fighting- even moreso after Wekerak's return. Given the news, and with no sounds forthcoming, he is pretty sure that means the elves must be advancing now. That was when a thought- a thought, an actual thought!- struck him.

Durgo seems quite pleased with himself until he actually thinks about his new Thought... If they were battling in the Cleft, who was at the Keep? ARG! Tricky elves! A look of panic suddenly washes over his wide face, eyebrows climbing up and over his thick brow.

"NEED TO GET TO KEEP NOW! You's dere, scout ahead, find if under seige yet. We go!"
 


Wekerak gives the new goblin a cold stare, especially when he sees Bargo wipe a string of drool away from his chin.

Still ...

"Standard pattern, pair." he grunts. "I take left, you right. Anything dangerous, we sweep down, take it from both sides." he claps his hands together, sharply.
 

"The giant's head. We should take it. For the elves," he adds with a wicked grin.

"It should give them some pause for thought.

"And perhaps the fingers for breakfast ..."
 

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