Storms of Change, Part 2

Switching to orcish, Zanock replies: "They're on the road to a place north of here. Since I already knew them and was heading for the same direction, I travelled with them. Not having plans myself, I'll travel with them unless I find me something better to do."

OOC: You might consider this poor bluffing, since Zanock did accept the job. He doesn't have much heart for it though, and wouldn't regret abandoning his task if something interesting crossed his path.
 

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The orc nods at Zanock, and then escorts the party past the treeline, where Rangark is waiting. The orc approaches Rangark and whispers in his ear. Rangark nods and studies the party for a moment.

You are in a clearing in the trees standing in front of Rangark and the two orcs. You don't think these two orcs were with Rangark when you encountered him earlier, though you didn't really get good looks at them. In the distance you see some more orcs and their strange riding lizards. You see at least five, but from the look of the campsite you suspect there are more.

Rangark replies to Zanock quietly, his gutteral voice speaking Orcish in his strange accent. Try as they might, the others cannot make out what Rangark says.

"Much killing-death in this land. Shillen raiders kill many. Raiders strong, attack with surprise, kill with no mercy. Many hiding, try to flee, but cannot. Shillen have too many eyes watching. Need help removing Shillen eyes. If you help, your fame spread in wild lands. Many orcs without leaders. You strong orc, become war leader, yes? You help find Shillen eyes, prove yourself and Rangark help make you rich and powerful. You help destroy Shillen eyes, Rangark help you become great war leader. Then you help Rangark with other things. You strong orc. But Rangark make you powerful orc. Agree? What your name?"
 

Manzanita

Manzanita dismounts, and casually moves up nearer Zanock, attempting to appear to getting her horse better grass. She speaks orcish and would be very interested in hearing what they are saying. (Listen +3)
 

While the orcs all begin conversing amongst themselves, Dunathar thinks about moving closer in to hear what they are saying, but opts to stay out of it instead recalling how when they last met no true harm was done.

However, his distance does not mean a lowering of guard as he keeps his blade drawn and his eyes on all the orcs as best he can.
 

Adromon dismounts when they reach the clearing. He is unfamiliar with the orc tongue, so he doesn't bother moving any closer to hear. Frustrated at being led to this camp without any knowledge of what is going on, Adromon gets a frustrated look about him. When Rangark finishes, he firmly states, "I think we'd all like to know what is going on here."
 

Zanock ignores his companions for now as he rides up to Rangark, replying in orcish: "That sounds bad, brother. People dislike us. I'm Zanock, from the glands. Yes, I'm strong, but I want to travel and see the world, not just bickering at the same place. I'm willing to help your cause on my travels, but I do not know how to see the eyes of Shillen. Could you teach me that?"
 

Manzanita dismounts gracefully from Busephelous, guiding her horse forward towards a patch of grazing. From her closer position, she's able to hear the exchange between Zanock and Rangark. [Successful Bluff and Listen checks.]

Mirena looks over to Adromon with an expression of bewilderment on her face, as if to say she'd like to know what's going on too.

Rangark nods at Zanock, speaking in Orcish.
"This serious, not bickering! Eyes are scattered across the wildlands, but hidden well. Secret places hard to see. Zanock mix with human, can find human secrets easier than Rangark. Help others escape from threat of Shillen. And when new world come, Zanock be part! But Rangark understand Zanock path elsewhere. Good luck. May many enemies fall before your blade!"

Rangark signals to the other orcs and they begin to withdraw.
 

"I'll see what I can do. Travel well, brothers!" Zanock replies to the withdrawing orcs.

Mounting Piece of Meat, he looks back at the others as he rides back to the road. "Right, let's go!", he yells in common.
 



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