The Sceptre of Kings-A Heroic Dwarven Quest

[Erekose13]

Mohgrym Xothaerin, Shield Dwarf Psion

"Sir Kendragi, I remember that name in the annals of dwarven history, a valiant and noble family indeed. I am Mohgrym Xothaerin, a noble shield dwarf from south of here. As you have perceived I am no orc, nor are my companions. We are here to rescue those such as your self, and free these ancestral lands of the Dwarves back from the foulness that has plagued them for too long." Mohgrym says, trying to take it one step at a time and not force upon him the reality that some of Temperlain yet lives, though his family is no more.

 

[Thels]

"I'll be right back." Alembregh makes a short trip to the other 2 groups, checking to make sure everythig's okay.

 

[Knight Otu]

Skezzketh thanks Storí and brings the writing utensils to the man.

 

[Wilphe]

Elpseth will look busy herself with gutting Hroka's quarters, once the Prince calls in she will bring some of the skins and furs down to the prisoners, "I thought you may want something to wrap yourselves in. They stink of orc, but you will not be cold.", she looks at the Goblins, "Have they told us anything yet?"

 

[Uriel]

Stori and the Mephit

The Mephit nods with enthusiastism,'Untryn help, yes help...Come with Dwarves. Dwarves always have such good Fires, hot forges. Orcs let fires die, not keep them going like dwarves. Untryn go with Dwarves. The mephit says the word Fire like someone else would refer to their Deity, while he says dwarves as if they were someone worthy of respect indeed, regardless of them rescuing him or not.

Skezzketh and the Silent Man

Skezzketh hands the pen and paper over to the man, who smiles wanely and begins scribbling...several moments go by and he hands the paper back to the Lizardman, an elegant script (Common) spelling out the frst words that he has written in quite some time.

Thank you, my Friend...
I am Hollin, I came here with a band of Well-Wishing Mercinaries 2 years past, hoping to turn the tide of battle. We did not.
Before I fell to what you see before you, I served as a Scout for my band, though you might call me a few less-than-savory-names. Alas,I seem to be at a loss here, as I have nothing to aid you all with but my frail and weary form

The man offers a thin hand in friendship to his scaled benefactor.

Elspeth

Alembregh finds the others coming towards the cell, and he helps Elspeth bring the furs and cloaks to the prisoners.
The Dwarf and man gratefully take the offered clothing, while the mephit seems content to merely have his naked form covered by the little gouts of flame that occassionally erupt along his form.

The Goblins haven't said anything, seemingly as afraid of the dwarves as they were of the Orcs.One spits towards the cell-door, though he runs afraid if anyone comes near.

 

[Erekose13]

With everything at the cells moving along smoothly Mohgrym will head back to the antechamber where the rear guard is stationed. There he will move the strongbox he opened back into the corridor leading to the forge and stand watch with the others.

 

[Thels]

"Right, let's leave the goblins in the cell for now. We'll free them later. Welcome Untryn. Your assistance will be greatly appreciated. Sir Kendragi, we are here to help you, not to harm you. We could escort you to a portal closeby so you can return to civilization, or you could come with us and help us slaughter the orcs that help you captive for so long. Skezzketh, what's the news?" Alembregh looks like he wants to wrap things up and have a move on, though he gives everyone the time they reasonably need.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Neither the Dwarf or the Man look as if they could help in much of anything, they are currently -8 to Con and Str, and -4 to Dex (as well as Sir Kendragi being a bit low on WIS as well. They need rest and proper food, time to heal as well. If you could escort them to a Portal ( Hollin tells you through a Note) Hollin can operate the Portal, as he was taught by a dwarvish friend, though he now fears him dead.

The Mephit seems thrilled to come with you all, laughing at the thought of setting a few Orc britches on fire...

 

[Wilphe]

Elspeth looks at Untryn on her way past, and flashes a quick grin at him allowing a tiny piece of flame to escape her nostril.

She stands opposite the goblins, and breaks into pidgin common"We go, kills trolls. We let you go when we come back. You no want trolls to come back. You want us. We no kill. You tells us what you know. You understand?"

 

[Uriel]

Elspeth looks at Untryn on her way past, and flashes a quick grin at him allowing a tiny piece of flame to escape her nostril.

She stands opposite the goblins, and breaks into pidgin common"We go, kills trolls. We let you go when we come back. You no want trolls to come back. You want us. We no kill. You tells us what you know. You understand?"

The Mephit splits a grin from ear to ear at Elspeth's display of fire, flying about her peering into one ear and the other, looking for more. Then, he settles down after a moment and hovers calmly near Stori, though he winks at Elspeth from time to time.

The Goblins seem less frightened of the odd looking Elf than they are of the fully armored Dwarves. One says ' We good, we run away no fight you, you let us free, we good goblins, good carriers! We strong!We know nothing of Orc Hold, just slaves. they gag us,rags on our eyes when they move us.' That Goblin kicks another (which results in a kicking and biting fest of several seconds),and then the Goblins all stand and make a show of flexing their little arms and pantomiming carrying big loads of weight.

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Mohgrym walks back out to the chamber where Duranom,Kelen and Rament keep a vigil, the three tense and a bit on edge.

'Are they finished down below, friend Mohgrym?' Rament asks, a bit of weariness in his voice. His eyes never leave the Western passage, however, as Duranom's and Kelen's stay focused upon the Northern Doors.