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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 1271488" data-attributes="member: 8222">OoC: A lot to address in all, here I go with a try...The Player interaction has been top-notch, and there is little that I need to do IC Wekerak and BlaughtRiding out and south, the pair of Goblins move with the stealth of Owls, streaking across the broken landscape towards the waiting lines of Aruth.Standing atop a bluff three hours later, with the night air finally dismissing the oppressive Day, the Scouts look down upon the distant fires that mark the Elvish Army. At the pace that the Legions moved normally, the Aruthians would reach the Keep in a day,perhaps a day and a half. From the number of fires, Wekerak estimated something like twp full Legions, 4,000 Elves. Blaught added that he had seen many auxilliaries in his and his Scouts trips these last few days as well. Centaurs, Gnomish engineers and even a Bronze Dragon winging through the skies. The Keep would hold these for the briefest moment, if at all.*********************************************************** ForlashThe previous Wizard had obviously been forced to do with little in such a backwater Border-Keep. Forlash did find a few treasures amidst the basic odds and ends that comprised the Laboratory, though. Blank Scrolls and inks, as well as enough components to create several very useful Scrolls.<800 GP in Scroll materials>.Sighing, Forlash sits down to begin pouring over the Book given by his Mother as a parting Gift.********************************************************** BargoHis mind spinning from his encounter with his father, the hulk that was Bargo moved through the door where the massive Ogre Muragar quartered, seeing the few remaining Muragar withi, engaged in cleaning their weapons.Walking over to a bunk, Bargo deposits his gear and weapons, a resounding thud that stops the conversation of the other Muragar in the chamber.The others stand and walk the short distance to where Bargo stands, the biggest stepping forward. ' We no want you here, Half-Breed. Me Gruk, and this my Bunk. You sleep with the Worgs, or outside in the mud, me no care. You no sleep with Muragar,though...'Seeing Bargo's fuming face, Gruk smiles a massively-tusked grin and took the initiative, hauling off and punching Bargo in the face <22 HP Subdual,PA and DR taken into account>, splitting his lip, though looking suprised that the blow didn't drop him.Bargo remained calm, the rage not taking him this time.Bargo knew this game.This how pack did things, how Muragar did things.The blow that met Gruk in the jaw <38HP subdual> sent him reeling, falling back into a bunk and breaking it.The other Muragar laughed and shouted a few bets, recently won elf weapons and skulls, coins and other gear tossed int a pile as they goaded the two on.Gruk stood, snarling and launched at Bargo,pounding away with his massive fists <14 HP>, though he only managed to hit once.Bargo, a king among peasants when it came to taking blows like this, grinned as he engaged this Muragar. He was home.With a punch <24HP> and a headbutt to the face of Gruk <22HP>, Bargo dropped the other Muragar to the floor, barely keeping from tearing out his throat in excitement.The other Muragar cheered and smacked Bargo on the back, kicking at Gruk, one dumping a bcket of water onto his face.Gruk opened his eyes, anger fading to shock then to admiration.Grinning a bloody smile (less a tooth or two), Gruk spat blood as he said 'Where you learn to hit like that,Muragar Bargo!?!'Leaning down and dragging his gear off of the bunk, Gruk threw his lot to another bunk, this one just a bit further from the warmth of the fireplace.Nodding to Barg out of respect, he waved him over to the table where they had been sharpening their axes and swords, all eyes clearly drawn to Elfhewer.Another Muragar spoke, introducing himself and the third ogre'Me Ukker, this Olbrug, we last of Muragar here at Keep. Zuregath Dead, we dead soon,too...How you get that Blade, Bargo,son of Durgo? Tell us tale.'The Ogre Gruk meanwhile had brought out a cask of something and set it upon the table, along with a quartet of copper mugs.'Dwarf Whiskey...not the kind Dwarfs make,the kind we make, Muragar like some Dwarf-blood added to their Whiskey,eh lads?'The others laugh loudly as they fill their mugs,the vessels coming away from the keg dripping reddish spirits, the blood and alcohol mixing in an intoxicating aroma.************************************************************OoC:More coming soon. Forlash has time to replenish his spells.</blockquote>

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