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

[Festy_Dog]

Orcish:
Do You think that baked properly, this usurper could be fed to dogs without making them puke ? It may even humour Centaur Chief.

[orc]"The only good way to cook a centaur is with a rain of flaming arrows,"[/orc] the orc proposed, [orc]"Hehe, and I wouldn't feed them to dogs, other centaurs perhaps, but not dogs."[/orc]

When they entered the centaur camp Garrak was starting to look frustrated.

[orc]"To think that you've managed to talk our way into the centre of their camp, Groog. It pains me to think that killing their leader isn't an option with the other pressing matters we must deal with. It pains me further that we are interacting with these centaur with words rather than steel,"[/orc] the orc explained.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Orcish:
Bwa, Ha, Ha ! Did You heard of Goblin Rockets ? I saw plans for building one big as seekwoi tree. This one would make a splendid BOOM ! Not that I won't mind having my own Zeppelin. To bomb enemies from reasonable distance.

I hope eveybody greenskinned here know orcish.

And he smiled understandingly to Celia, while giving piece of bread to each party memeber, starting with himself. He smiled nicely to Lekah.

Wery Shoddy Trollish:
How do Ye find weather ? And don't worry ... centaurs of the lower rank belong to those of bigger rank. Like goblin cartel. Guess why I prefer to risk my neck with impatient orcs and trolls ? I need space to breath ... and You are giving me some. Feel free to gut anyone who will challenge You. But do it impressively enough to sh** scare them for good. I belive that You will devise something cruel enough to impress even bloodthirsty, mad centaurs.

Then he turned to Garrak again. Smiling from ear to ear, wich make him look almost like if his face was to split.

Orcish:
Well, Young shaman ... as You can see, words can cut as good as axe. But stay ready ... chieftain will be more difficult nut to crack.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Give you guys time to discuss your next chain of events... plus I will be away from internet access for up to 2 weeks but I should pop on intermittently...

 

[Evil Ujio]

The centaurs so far have kept the party waiting for nearly 30 minutes under guard...

Lekah scowls, "This waiting is making me slightly nervous... I wonder if that is intentional..."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak nods, "They will make us wait as long as they think it will take."

The thought of dying in a centaur camp when grander deeds were required of him made Garrak angry. Groog had led them into a situation Garrak had no love for, he longed to make the lands surrounding where he lived safe, but he felt dealing with the centaurs was not an effective means of eliminating the threat they posed.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

It is, Lekah. Chieftain is showing us how unimportant we are compared to him. I doubt they'll attack outright, they would do it earlier. But stay on guard.

 

[Evil Ujio]

It is, Lekah. Chieftain is showing us how unimportant we are compared to him. I doubt they'll attack outright, they would do it earlier. But stay on guard.

Lekah growls, “I think they are just planning how to kill us, maybe we should offer them the human as a slave… surely they could find a use for some pink skinned whore.”

Celia stands watching the entrance, though her poise and posture show she is ready for attack at any given notice.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Groog's eyebrows narrowed when he stared coldly into the distance, reminding something. And goblin almost snarled at this sudden flashback. Then he turned to the party.

OK, who is tired of waiting ?

And to Celia.

Human Common:
[sblock]Are You tired of waiting as much as trolless ? Wanna go our way without local guide ? Ach and orc word for danger is ...[/sblock]

Orcish:
... Danger.

He looked on the rest and made peaceful gesture. While checking his splinter gun.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak's stance didn't change. His hand rested on his hip, merely inches away from his axe handle. He had been ready, and he will continue to be. He glanced about the group, determining which angle wasn't being watched, and moved his attention there.

 

[Evil Ujio]

There is a commotion outside the holding area, and then a procession of eight centaurs approach. They part to allow the chieftain to com forward. He is large and muscular with many scars across his frame and a head dress of bones and feathers atop his brow.

The chieftain snarls, “So this is the goblin that brings me slaves, these slaves look damaged to me. What other business do you bring to my camp, and do try and stay your hand, we outnumber you, and my men are strong warriors.”

Groog

[sblock] “I am ready, there are nine here plus hidden archers positioned in case we attack. The chieftain will show no fear… but he is afraid…”[/sblock]