World of Warcraft - Against the Razormanes... Pt. 1

[Voadam]

Lekah nods, “Oh… interesting,” she does not follow Snarrek as he steps forward to stand with his stalwart, as it is once he looks back for her, she is gone, a strange way that a troll could get lost amidst orcs, but she is gone.

Snarrek looks around and his face grows frustrated and ugly as he realizes Lekah is not with him and comprehension slowly dawns that he effectively chose chasing down a kid over her company "Dammit! Fine we go." and he stalks off in the direction the retreating razormanes went. He looks like he could explode in anger at any moment and is looking forward to catching up to the Razormane force.

 

[Evil Ujio]

The party sets out over the broken terrain of the Durotar coastline. The sun hangs high in the sky by noon and the heat would be nearly unbearable for lesser creatures if it were not for the wafting breeze from the sea. The trail of the Razormane raiders is not hard to follow, but their haste was much greater then could be expected; only signs of their passing are visible to the party…

By late afternoon the trail has turned away from the sea and turned inland into the desolate wastes of red clay, cacti, and jutting rock faces. Overhead vultures circle briefly to descend on a fresh carcass of a great cat. The heat reaches its zenith as the heroes come over a rise and look down into a bramble and thorn littered valley, the trail passes between two large pikes littered with skulls and Razormane fetishes.

A single tree sits just off the trail, a thick gnarled tree some thirty feet in height, with slight leaf growth, and a large crude iron cage hanging from it. A quillboar languishes inside, it looks dead, until it twitches, it does not seem to have spotted the party as it sits up and begins squealing in Low Common, “Traitors, you have forsaken the old ways for treachery! May the great tusked lord drink of your blood!” before it begins coughing and wheezing…

 

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak approaches the gibbet.

"None should forget the old ways, they define what we are," he says, in a kind of response to the quillboar's outburst, "These traitors, as you call them, what have they done?"

Garrak looks up at the quillboar with a serene gaze, genuinely curious about the answer.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Garrak approaches the gibbet.

"None should forget the old ways, they define what we are," he says, in a kind of response to the quillboar's outburst, "These traitors, as you call them, what have they done?"

Garrak looks up at the quillboar with a serene gaze, genuinely curious about the answer.

The quillboar looks surprised and glares at the orc shaman for a moment before it speaks hesitantly, “You come to mock Grish Orcslayer?” it cackles hoarsely, “I will not give you the pleasure to break me… but if you are not here to mock…”

The creature hisses, “They turn away from the great blood of Agamaggan, and take up blasphemous rites to honor the Shadow! The Masked Orc be damned for his lies, they turn against the old ways!”

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"Masked Orc ? And You didn't slay him ? Unwise.Would You join us in our quest as a guide ? It may save lives of many of Your brethen. If we don't stop Masked Orc ... he would summon demons who will eat Your people first then Orcs, Goblins ... hope You get the picture ?"

Spoke Groog from his high point on the Talos's shoulders.

OOCiplomacy attempt: +7.To improve Quillboar's attiude by one step.

 

[Evil Ujio]

"Masked Orc ? And You didn't slay him ? Unwise.Would You join us in our quest as a guide ? It may save lives of many of Your brethen. If we don't stop Masked Orc ... he would summon demons who will eat Your people first then Orcs, Goblins ... hope You get the picture ?"

Spoke Groog from his high point on the Talos's shoulders.

OOCiplomacy attempt: +7.To improve Quillboar's attiude by one step.

Groog gets a 21 on the roll taking the quillboar from Unfriendly to Indifferent.

Grish mulls over the words, wordlessly rubbing his scalp before speaking, “Yes perhaps I was not hasty enough to kill that interloper so quickly, his words were honeyed and all too trusting. But he betrayed me, and I was ousted! I am the strongest of my tribe, and I was ousted for this green-skin!”

“I could care less for my tribe now, I hope that Agamaggan feasts on their bones, and grinds their kin to paste for their treachery. I am not long for this world,” it coughs, “too long has the sun baked my flesh and too long have I hungered and thirsted, but if you wish to help me, then carry out my last request! Take the head of Kaz, my brother, and the tribe shall see that he is weak! They will turn away from these dark powers, and be as they were before!”

Grish wheezes, “Do this goblin, and my tribe shall be as it was, great warriors with honor!”

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"Well, be as You please ... but I doubt that You would want to die in cage, don't You ? And You are right ... things are weaker with time."

Nimble goblin slided from Naga shoulder, and moved toward the cage, then looked at locks.

OOC: Knowledge Tech Devices +9 if this thing can be done with quickly. By opening it ... or if Snarrek's axe will be more persuasive.
If openig the locks pose no problem for Groog, Disable Tech Devices +7 plus all negative modifiers You thnk are apporiate.

 

[Evil Ujio]

"Well, be as You please ... but I doubt that You would want to die in cage, don't You ? And You are right ... things are weaker with time."

Nimble goblin slided from Naga shoulder, and moved toward the cage, then looked at locks.

OOC: Knowledge Tech Devices +9 if this thing can be done with quickly. By opening it ... or if Snarrek's axe will be more persuasive.
If openig the locks pose no problem for Groog, Disable Tech Devices +7 plus all negative modifiers You thnk are apporiate.

Groog rolls a 23 on the Knowledge Check, and can see that the lock is crudely made, and could be disabled but he lacks the tools to do it quickly, smashing it open may be a quicker option.

Groog looks up at the cage and locks which stand several feet above his had, but they appear weathered and crudely made. Grish squeals, “I can meet my maker proudly knowing that I have stayed true to our creator.”

 

[Legolizard]

" Please, I know you might not trust me, but I know how it is to be dying of thrist, please take some" As tTalos hads the Boar his water jug."

OOC: When I mean Neutral Good, I mean Neutral good. Talos has seen enough death for his time, he would like to at least hease his pain. And if Groog can't get the lock, Talos will break it off, +7 strength check.

 

[Evil Ujio]

"Please, I know you might not trust me, but I know how it is to be dying of thrist, please take some" As Talos hands the Boar his water jug."

Grish looks at Talos with a look of confusion, “You, you offer me water?” The quillboar reaches out a hand to the jug and takes it greedily, but slowly. He sniffs the jug grunting like a beast before he drinks of it, once he has had his fill he tosses the jug back to Talos, “Thank you,” the quillboar says in a low growl.