Remnants of the Horde-Flight from Aruth

[Jeremy]

As Durgo goes tromping past all the blood and glory each of the doors has behind it, Bargo watches the others file after him. When the not-elf comes back with reports of booty, he grunts at the twit to pick it up.

If it proves too much to carry, Bargo will stuff it into a sack and drag it along behind him.

Bargo eyes each door he passes by hungrily, wondering how many children stand behind each to butcher....

 

[ferretguy]

My dear Leader, wouldn't it be best to investigate the closest door, instead of leaving doors behind us where others can come? Pointing to the door to the rightThis one perhaps?
OOC: door #2

 

[Velenne]

Durgo, foot poised to crush the door before him, stops and considers mashing the Hag-spawn for its insolence instead. Then he remembers that the creature was too craven to join to Zuregath's mighty horde and is therefore not under his direct command.

"Find hag. Come back for loot after."

And with that, his foot completes its motion, leather crushing wood.

 

[ferretguy]

Seeing the brief look of anger in the large ogres eyes, Forlash decides that discretion might be the best thing (at least for now), shifts back and keeps an eye out for any movement that could be a threat.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:'20' on the boot-stomp...

Durgo's massive hobnail boot slams into the door, creating a massive *Groan* then the entire door snaps off of it's hinges, falling inwards.

The chamber within seems to be an audience hall of some sort, with tables, chairs and a large fireplace, though it looks to have lain dormant for a bit. There seems to be no life within the chamber. The entirety of the room is perhaps 30' wide and 60' deep.

 

[ferretguy]

Stepping next to Durgo, Forlash takes a good look inside the room, looking for any doors leading deeper inside this twisted house.
OOC: 90' darkvision....Spot check +7

 

[Capellan]

Wekerak waits patiently for Durgo to choose a new door. When the ogre's in a mood like this, there's no point crossing him.

 

[Jeremy]

Bargo loses his patience and drops the not-elf's bag on the ground and shoulder ramming in the door next to him (3). He doesn't think, doesn't look around, just charges the first living thing he sees in the room and puts Elf Splitter through it.

 

[Velenne]

Lost in the bottomless void of his own thoughts, Durgo snaps back into reality. He had expected to scare the yellow piss out of whoever had been in here waiting for them to kick down all the other doors first. With a grunt he backs away from the door, giving it one last look before finding out what his bastard son has gotten them into this time.

 

[Uriel]

Forlash sees nothing resembling a door within. This seemed to be some audience hall perhaps, though one not oft used.

Bargo snarls and charges, seeing nothing living to kill.
This frustrate Bargo, stoopid not-targets! How dare they not be here for Bargo to kill!

It was almost enough to make Bargo let the Red rage take him, but not yet...

Slamming Elf-Hewer into the nearest oak chair, most likely imported from the enarby woods, Bargo grins with a satisfied smirk as the wood shatters, the chair split in half, so great was Bargo's attack. Dust rises up, covering Bargo in a fine grey-white powder.