The Sceptre of Kings-A Heroic Dwarven Quest

While Rament heals Alembregh, Mohgrym will descend nearby. After hearing Stori's concern, Mohgrym moves over and claps his liege on the back, "A most valiant battle my liege, I am sure Elspeth will make a great telling of it in the tale of our conquest. Though we may not wish to stay too long at this juncture. We need to make sure the rest of this southern section is cleared so that we can relax knowing our back is protected."
 

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Alembregh nods: "Aye, that little escapade was bad for my health. But it was a memorable fight, not? Indeed, let us move on and secure the area." Moving up, Alembregh moves on, cautiously.
 

"The map indicates that at the end of this hall there is a room, presumably the barracks though I hope that is now empty. To the right appears to be larger rooms and to the left the prisoners. I think we should double check the room to the south then head over quickly to free the prisoners. We might want to leave one person in this hallway to warn us of danger as we wouldnt want to be cut off from our rear-guard. Hopefully we have removed most of the orcs in this area and we wont have any trouble clearing the rest out."
 

OoC: Did anyone pick up Hroka's Battle Maul? It is masterfully worked and of obvious Dwarven make.

Yurgrok proves less helpful due to a misconception regarding his relation to the orc so recently dispatched by Alembregh.
' Hroka not of my folk. Hroka Spineripper come from Orog tribe, Deep Orcs from down in the Earth. My people from the hills north of Cuvaghn.
My Chieftain dead now, killed by Vrangar the Despoiler. Hroka serve Vrangar.'


Leaving Kelen and Duranom to hold the Northern section and watch the Western passageways as well, the rest of you prepare to explore the rooms and passages running off of where you currently stand.

Mohgrym, Denzenai,Rament and Elspeth look into the southern chamber, findng that it served as living quarters for someone of affluence, by Orc standards. Skins and furs line the floors, along with trophies, a pair of Umber Hulk mandibles, mounted heads on the wall (Orc,Dwarf,Elf and even a Drow head...), a pile of furs that serves as a bed along with a locked strongbox (2'X3'X1' high bound in chains).This is obviously the Quarters of Hroka Spineripper.

The passage to the West contains rooms converted to barracks for the Orcs. While they are filled with the stink of Orc and a mis-mash of furs, rags and random odds and ends, they have a much more well kept look than other orcish dwellinga that you have encountered.

Alembregh,Skezzketh, Stori and Yurgrok head West.The Northernmost chamber in this section contains foodstuffs, mostly dried meats and tubers, as well as kegs of water and some pungeant brew, most likely an ale of some sort.

OoC:Assuming that Alembregh is Detecting Evil, for simplicity's sake...

The Southern chamber contains a small hallway lined with cells. Each cell has a small opening, perhaps 6"x6" low to the ground (4', dwarf height) where you can get a look at who is within.

Cell One

Within this Cell are 6 Goblins, their quarters small and uncomfortable. They hiss and snarl as you approach.
<Radiate Evil, no suprise, I assume.>

Cell Two

Within this Cell sits a figure in rags, a tall form, though it is against the far wall and is sitting with legs drawn up under it's chin, looking despondent. The race of this creature remains a mystery, as it seem to acknowledge you not at all.
<It radiates no Evil>

[I[Cell Three[/I]

Within this cell is a figure that seems to be very busy moving about. Skezzketh distinctly heard the sounds of digging, though the figure stops as you daw near.
Looking within, you see a form bedraggled in rags and sitting with it's back to the wall. It does not look up, but you can clearly see a long grey beard flowing out from under it's hat. It is a Dwarf...
<No Evil here, either>

Cell Four

This cell seems to contain nothing at all, at first.

Then, in a startling revelation, to Stori, who was peering through, a small face appears from above the door, something hanging upside down above the inside of the door?
The face looks like a miniature Fiend, with horns and fanged teeth. Tiny living flames sit where it's pupils should be and it seems to be grinning at you.
'You no Orc be...who then are Thee?'
Stori recognizes it as a Fire Mephit, an Elemental Being, capricious and free-spirited, but not malign.
<No Evil>
 
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"Only the goblins seem to be hostile. Though I pity them for the way they're treated, their treacherous lifestyle might prove a problem to us while we clear the rest of this place out. I say we leave them here until after we cleared out the place. Let's free the others."

Alembregh walks towards the thirth cell, trying to find a way to open it. "Greetings! I am Prince Alembregh of Temperlain, and these are my friends Stori and Skezzketh. We have come to rid this place of Orcs and their friends and to free any prisoners while we're at it. None of you will hold a dept to us, those that wish to leave are free to do so. Yet we have a long way to go, and anyone willing to come to our aid will beeagerly accepted."
 

The Dwarf raises his head and vehemently spits out 'Cease your infernal torments, you Orcish Scum! I said that I will not aid you in your Mechanations and I will starve before you garner the skills learned at my father's side!!!
 

"But we are Dwarves, not Orcs!", turning around to Stori: "Can you see if anything magical is clouding his mind? If not, perhaps we could call Mohgrym and have him check too."
 

The old dwarf hurls a piece of stone at you (Alembregh), it bouncing off of your armor and clattering to the ground.
On his hands and knees, the dwarf crawls into the corner weeping uncontrollably and shrieking 'Taunt me not, my People are all Dead, Clan Temperlain all dead...how many years will you keep me here!?! How many years more...let me die,you Spawn of the Hells!'




The orc pauses and a tattoo on his arm can bee seen by those near, glowing briefly, even as some of his Wounds heal. the orc continues 'I have seen Dwarves of your House, many slave and serve in Cuvaghn under different masters than your King, Dwarf...there is even one here in Urkrag Reggarg...'
 
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Mohgrym tells the others to stand back while he opens the chest. Mohgrym moves well away from the strongbox and bends his mind about the locks, manifesting knock.
 

Unconsciously switching to the creature's native language of Ignan, Storí smiles at the Mephit.

"No, we're not orcs. We're dwarves, from Clan Temperlain. Why do the orcs have you prisoner? Ah, a moment please, the Prince requests my skills." Turning to the dwarven prisoner, Storí studies him closely, looking for any sign of enchantment.
 

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