Working for the Baron - The Adventure

[Crimson Tide]

Balin the Elder, Abjur (4)

As the orcish archer fell to the ground with a slight wisp of smoke rising from its chest, Balin tucked the wand away and leaned against his mule for a second as his heart began to hammer unmercifully inside of his chest.

Blood and ashes...why must everything be so difficult these days.

Forcing himself to correct his posture before the others could see, Balin scanned the failed ambush site and trusted that Zyr and the younglings could take it from here.

No need in wasting the wand when we may need it more later.

His decision made, Balin began approaching the dead orcs intent on looking for any tribal markings that they may have on them.

OOC:[sblock]Since Balin feels that things are more than under control now, he will examine the bodies. However, should something happen and things go south quickly, he will switch back over to arcane man vice old scholar man.[/sblock]

 

[AmorFati]

Day 1 - Waylaid on the road - Round 4

As the last two orcs fall to Altons crossbow, the threat is ended - for now. You procede to search the dead orcs, looking for anything of interest. The orcs themselves wear chain shirts and normal weapons; Shortbows, short swords, axes and morningstars. However, what is of more interest is their clothing; blood red and black colors only; The colors of Rexar, a half-orc known for his brutal ways and ruthless leadership. If it is his tribe that is harassing the area, you are up against a bigger challenge than you thought.

 

[Crimson Tide]

Balin's face twisted into a tight grimace as he recognized the markings of the half-orc brigand Rexar. Standing up straight, Balin walked slowly over to Zyr and sighed as he spoke to his friend.

"Nothing is ever easy my friend. I had hoped that this would be nothing more than some orcs drunk on firewine and chewing the lotus weed, but it seems the Dark Coin has other plans. I think it would be best if we increased our pace until we get to where we are headed."

 

[Darik]

Alton sees the symbol of Rexar, he didnt care cause well he didnt know who he was, Alton took one chain shirt and put it in Backpack; since he couldnt wear it.

(OOC: Being a halfling would i beable to use any of there weapons or are they using Orc sized weapons, cause you said normal weapons so im not sure.)

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Zyrial

Zyr wipes the blood from his mace and turns to face Balin. "I have to agree with you. This does not look like a situation the youngsters will be able to deal with." He smiles and winks at his old friend.

 

[AmorFati]

You decide to make haste for Goodland, and set out on your mounts. There are still a few hours untill you arrive at the small town. You emerge from the woods, heading east on the trail, and are suddenly surrounded by houses.

There are few people out and about at this hour, but you can hear sounds from what appear to be a tavern, one of the first houses you come to.


Goodland

OOC: [sblock]Alton, you decide to leave all the equipment on the orcs; both because they're all to big for you to use, and also since they weigh too much for you to carry with you.[/sblock]

 

[Crimson Tide]

Balin the Elder, Abjur (4)

Zyr wipes the blood from his mace and turns to face Balin. "I have to agree with you. This does not look like a situation the youngsters will be able to deal with." He smiles and winks at his old friend.

"We will find out soon enough won't we..."

Leaning on his staff as he made his way to his mule, Balin called out to those still around the bodies.

"If there are coins take them, but orcish gear carries a stink that can take weeks to wear off."

****

Entering Goodland, Balin's posture relaxed slightly as he saw the houses in the town.

"I think we could wash the dust from our throats before we press onward. What do you all think?"

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Zyrial

Zyrial looks at the weariness in Balin's stride and says "I agree, Let us stop and minister to our wounds. We may be able to sell the Orc's gear here as well." The Cleric of the Silver Song dismounts and starts looking for the tavern and if possible a general store.

 

[wgreen]

Hargrim looks up at Balin. "You've known a dwarf to turn down a mug of ale?" he asks with amused doubt in his voice.

 

[Crimson Tide]

Balin the Elder, Abjur (4)

Balin looked down while his face was still etched into a tired grimace, his eyes betrayed the slight amusement that lurked in them.

"I have known those of the stone folk who could hold their ale no better than a small lass. Although their pride would not allow them to turn away a flagon sent their way, they would nurse it as slowly as a newborn cub."

Resuming his shuffling walk, Balin continued towards the tavern.