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The Gods Hate Us

Ruslan:
As you rise up to Baril's level on the roof, you notice that you can't see clearly beyond the city walls. Instead, the world fades into a strange and indistinct blur.

Oskar:
Looking at the floor just past the hole in the building, you see a few orcish words lightly carved into the wood. It looks to say something about the Orc God Gruumsh recieving retribution for great insults.
 

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Hey, there is orcish writing on the floor in here. Says something about Gruumsh, states Oskar. He takes another look to see what the writing says exactly.
 

Oskar:
There are a few words that seem to be missing or are carved too lightly, but from what you can make out it says that Gruumsh will finally recieve vengeance from an ancient Efreeti Necromancer who once did something (what it says, you can't seem to make out) to a large group of Gruumsh's strongest warriors.
 

Lousin looks down at the unintelligible orcish, "Grummish, huh? This doesn't.....feel like an Orcish plot. I wonder if any other 'houses' have writing." Lou turns to the wall and starts hacking away again. Assuming it gives way he walks into the new room and examines it.
 

Baril

Baril cllimbs down. "What Ruslan said. Getting out could be problematic. Didn't see anyone coming yet, but that doesn't prove they aren't already here."

"Anyone know Orcish? What does the text say?" Baril asks, when told about the writing the others found.
 
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It says "we'rrre orcs, we smell, hoorrray....". Who carrres what it says? We need to find a way out of herrre, not ponderrr what worrrds have been wrritten by foul smelling brrutes.

Pabsit then trots over to where the human female was standing, once again drawing Sender, to see what she could have been looking over her shoulder for.
 
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Pabist:
Looking back towards where the woman had glanced to, you see that the dirt along the ground is disturbed awkwardly. There are no footprints, but it looks like there was a small whirlwind of sorts throwing up dirt.
 

Baril

"You don't get this, you really don't," Baril says to Pabsit. "We can't just walk out of here, that I can promise. We're supposed to use our brains <if that's at all possible in this group>. Now, can anyone translate the text?" he adds.
 


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