Return of the Slavelords Part 3 “the Siege of Bright Tower”

[Someone]

ooc: If Verrick is riding the horse and Braggi half hidden in it, Norbac then is the one that must intimidate the horses pulling the cart into obedience.

"Gud" sez Norbac. "Weeb kan use da rain as a excuse. Weeb kan say weeb got lost wif it an jus' arriveded. Nobody will cair too much if it starts rainin'."

 

[Slippshade]

Braggi - Dwarf Fighter

Braggi hunkered down in the wagon a sullen expression dogged his normally smiling face. Pretending to be an orc, or worse yet, a traitor was something that didn't set well with any dwarf regardless of the circumstances, but there he was, ratty cloak pulled around him to fend of the cold and approaching rain. He had pulled the braids out of his hair and beard, which gave him a wild, bushy look about him and he had used coal and paint to add brutal looking black markings to his face. All and all he looked quite frightening and a little mad. He had wrapped his axe in rags to cover the dwarven markings and runes and adorned his armor and shield with false trophies. There he sat staring hatred at the army in the distance as the wagon bounced and lurched its way towards it. This was not the way for an honourable dwarf to act, but he contented himself with the thoughts of the wonderful carnage that he would reap when the time came.

 

[Scotley]

Verrick Human Rogue/Wizard

Verrick rides out with the others looking at the walls of the Bright Tower and wondering if they will survive. All he can do is try.

 

[Karl Green]

As night falls on the Grey Mark, a light rains starts up. True to the information provide them, the Orc army of Ironhand is only a few miles and should reach the Bright Tower before sunup in the morn. Circling the wagon around the bulk of the army, it is well past midnight before the party begins to approach the advancing enemy… drums can be heard being in the darkness and the occasional horn or howl piercing across the plains.

As those on horseback start to notice the torches being used by various parts of the army, a pack of eight Goblins riding large Wargs appears out of the darkness. They have bows at the ready, but don’t attack right away… assuming that no one but a part of the army would be so approaching the army with all the ranch and noise of their advance. The lead Goblin, a large, almost human-sized creature of exceeding ugliness shouts at you over the rain and thunder, in goblin and then orcish “Wats ye wans? Whoes be ya? Wats the pass-ward??”

The group all have bows out and ready and the Warg’s are growling, their eyes reflecting in the darkness and teeth almost glowing as they snarl at you.

 

[Someone]

Norbac makes his best effort to seem stupid and brutish. "Whatsa paswa?" says in orcish, then looks at Verrick, knowing that he lacks a quick tongue, but risks another phrase: "Whil brok. Wee lost."

 

[Scotley]

Verrick Human Rogue/Wizard

"Who are we? We are the engineers who are going to bring down that great glowing heap of a tower. Have you seen the rest of our band? We lost a wheel fording a flooded stream and we've gotten seperated from the rest of our unit. I don't have the bloody password, our glorious leader rode on to find a dry bed and left us back there in the mud. You know how bugbears are, he didn't even tell us there was a password."

OOC: Bluff skill +6

 

[Karl Green]

(occ I don't have Verrick's sheet in front of me does he speak Orcish or Goblin? I will assume that he does for right now but will edit when I check... just in case. So assuming he is Bluffing in Goblin or Orcish 9+6 =15 vs. some my roll /occ)

The Goblin leader looks from to Norbac to Verrick, squinting his eyes in the rain "Oi ye iss, ist ya? Wells gits back in line wit ya den... an't gots all nite to be a sneakin' about... dem funny en...ga... en'ga... wat's ever ye call yer selfs... ye be' sa over der. Gets a to it!" he waves towards a line of torches that can be barely made out in the rain. Pulling hard on the reins of his Warge, the Goblin snaps at his troops and they move off and quickly disappear back into the night.

As Norbac guilds the wagon towards the line that the goblin waved, they can make out a number of large heavy wagons and siege engines. One of the largest, a huge battering ram, with the head of some monstrous daemon, is being pulled by two hill giants. Most of the rest of the 'units' here are black-souled humans and, much to Braggi's horror, dwarves!

Yelling, shouting, cursing and jarring each other, the party can maneuver their wagon and horses into the flow. Very few pay them any mind at all, except for a large human female on a black horse. Her red hair plastered to her head from the rain, she is wrapped in ebon plate armor of a strange design. At her side is sheathed an unusually large bastard sword, with a dragon-head pommel.

She rides her huge stallion towards the groups’ wagon... now that you can see her a bit better, you can tell that she might once have been beautiful, but years of hatred and a long scare running down the left side of her face have not been kind.

"You in the hell are ye? And where did ye come from? she snaps

 

[Someone]

Norbac looks at the woman maliciously. "An who are ya? neva meet ya before" says (in common)

 

[Karl Green]

Norbac looks at the woman maliciously. "An who are ya? neva meet ya before" says (in common)

Scowling at Norbac she sneers "Don't mouth me again breed, or your corpse will be cooling on the ground in the next second." looking at Verrick she adds "Ye should keep your... pets... on a better leash. Now I say again, who are ye? I don’t recognize yer lot and I don’t trust just anyone to come a wandering in out of the night…”

Eyeing your wagon and group she toys with her sword handle a bit more. Braggi notices that a large bear of a man, wearing a wolf-hide cloak and carrying a greataxe is not far behind the lady, and is also eyeing the group. Near him, a small man with a double crossbow, already cocked and loaded and riding a small bay-horse.

 

[Someone]

Norbac mumble something unintelligible while checking his spear is at hand. He´s about to risk a lie, but thinks twice about it: he knows he doesn´t lie well, and could easily comit a deadly mistake.