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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Karl Green" data-source="post: 2466564" data-attributes="member: 1467">(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</blockquote>

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