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I always enjoy reading good RP's like this. Thanks for posting it!

This scene was between Rut, Gorlok and Syrun

<100%hp 0m 97%mv>
Rut says to a black and grey striped worg 'Hey! You look like the worg I ride'

<100%hp 0m 97%mv>
smote glances from $rut to $gor as he says "I am the one that is introducing."
Syrun glances from Rut to Gorlok as he says 'I am the one that is introducing.'.

<100%hp 0m 97%mv>
You hear the howl of a wild animal nearby.

<100%hp 0m 97%mv>
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Plains
N-Skulbask Road E-Berdusk S-Woods Gate W-Plains p\w
NE-River ChiontharNW-Plains SE-Plains SW-Plains p@?
Grass covers the plains like a thick carpet might cover a nobles floor. ppp
Few trees dot the landscape and as such building made of wood are not.
an option in this region.
The sky is warm and stormy and a cool northern breeze blows.
Rut is standing here.
Gorlok is here, upon a black and grey striped worg.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok rides across the plains on a black and grey striped worg's back and, when he nears, throws his leg over the saddle and tumbles to the ground with a heavy thud.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
look gorl
This brutal male orc stands at a staggering eight feet and two inches
tall. Hs massive frame and body thick with corded muscle weigh in at three
hundred and sixty pounds, and is covered in dark grey skin and coarse hair.
His dark red eyes are set deep into hs skull just over his snout. Large,
off-white tusks protrude from the bottm of his mouth, a feature that
constantly contorts his face into a snarl. He has thin ears with sharp points,
and a head full of unmanaged black hair.

Across his chest runs a great, deep scar. Smaller scars riddle the rest of
his large body, notably on his hands and forearms. His face holds a scar as
well, across his left cheek.

A huge, grey-skinned male mountain orc is in perfect health.
Gorlok is using:
<worn on finger> an ash black bone ring etched with glowing runes (perfect)
<worn on finger> (Glowing) an elegant onyx ring set with a glowing cut garnet (perfect)
<worn on ears> bone earrings (perfect)
<worn around face> dark, greasy war paint (perfect)
<worn around neck> a pale silver amulet inlaid with earthstone (perfect)
<worn on neck> an amulet of communication (perfect)
<worn as symbol> an unblinking eye on a leather cord (perfect)
<worn on body> a unicorn skin pack (perfect)
<worn on body> a black platemail breastplate (perfect)
(C)ontinue, (R)efresh, (B)ack, (Q)uit: [C]

<worn on head> a blue titanium full helm (perfect)
<worn on legs> fluted steel greaves (perfect)
<worn on feet> blue mithril boots (perfect)
<worn on hands> silver-adorned steel gauntlets (perfect)
<worn on arms> blackened steel spiked shoulder plates (perfect)
<worn about waist> a plated steel fauld (perfect)
<worn around wrist> soft black leather bracers decorated with small bleached bones (perfect)
<both hands> a black steel greatsword with an obsidian pommel (perfect)
<worn on belt> a gold-plated silver scabbard (perfect)
<worn on belt> a gold-stitched weapons loop (perfect)
You peek at the inventory:
18 electrum coins (superb)
76 gold coins (superb)
6 platinum coins (superb)
an orc village stable token (perfect)
2 silver coins (superb)

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut switches to orcish and says to Gorlok 'Not the most nimble are ouse?'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut looks at Gorlok.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
A black and grey striped worg continues on in a semi-circle, heading off to the east of the group before turning, owering his front half with a low growl.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok rises easily off one knee and looks Rut over, then snorts, 'SHut it, puny. Ouse magic un?'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok looks at Rut.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut says to Gorlok 'SHut it before I kill ouse'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Syrun raises a hand, he says outloud 'Hail Gorlok.' he glances from Gorlok to Rut 'This is the Magic Un, Rut.'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut cracks his knuckles.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
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Plains
N-Skulbask Road E-Berdusk S-Woods Gate W-Plains p\w
NE-River ChiontharNW-Plains SE-Plains SW-Plains p@?
Grass covers the plains like a thick carpet might cover a nobles floor. ppp
Few trees dot the landscape and as such building made of wood are not.
an option in this region.
The sky is warm and stormy and a cool northern breeze blows.
Rut is standing here.
Gorlok is here, upon a black and grey striped worg.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
grou
Syrun's group:
[ Male GenAr] Syrun 100%hp %mn 100%mv

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
l
Plains
N-Skulbask Road E-Berdusk S-Woods Gate W-Plains p\w
NE-River ChiontharNW-Plains SE-Plains SW-Plains p@?
Grass covers the plains like a thick carpet might cover a nobles floor. ppp
Few trees dot the landscape and as such building made of wood are not.
an option in this region.
The sky is warm and stormy and a cool northern breeze blows.
Rut is standing here.
Gorlok is here, upon a black and grey striped worg.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok narrows his gaze on Rut, and spits out at him, 'Ouse can try, and ouse will fail. Like so many puniez beforeo use.'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut spits on Gorlok.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
blink
You blink.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
grin
You grin.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut says 'Ouse want me help, den act like et'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok says, OOC, 'Er. Okay. Pvp possible.'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
look
Plains
N-Skulbask Road E-Berdusk S-Woods Gate W-Plains p\w
NE-River ChiontharNW-Plains SE-Plains SW-Plains p@?
Grass covers the plains like a thick carpet might cover a nobles floor. ppp
Few trees dot the landscape and as such building made of wood are not.
an option in this region.
The sky is warm and stormy and a cool northern breeze blows.
Rut is standing here.
Gorlok is here, upon a black and grey striped worg.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut says, OOC, 'put a bad temper mountain orc with a bad temper half orc, things are bound to happen XD'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok says, OOC, ':D'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
osay *nods* >.<
You say, OOC, '*nods* >.<'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
equi
You are using:
<worn on finger> an amethyst-encrusted purple bronze ring (perfect)
<worn around neck> an amulet of communication (perfect)
<worn on neck> a small neck pouch stitched with a few loose beads (perfect)
<worn on body> black studded leather armour (superb)
<worn on body> a small dark cloak (perfect)
<worn on head> a leather arming cap stitched with crimson thread (perfect)
<worn on head> a bowler hat with a hole through both sides (perfect)
<worn on legs> black studded leather leggings (perfect)
<worn on feet> black studded leather boots (perfect)
<worn on hands> black studded leather gloves (perfect)
<worn on arms> black studded leather sleeves (perfect)
<worn on arms> a worn dark velvet armband (perfect)
<worn about waist> black studded leather belt (perfect)
<worn around wrist> a darkened vambrace (perfect)
<worn around wrist> a gleaming leather bracer set with a carved stone star (perfect)
<left hand> a small black leather kit (perfect)
<right hand> a black velvet purse (perfect)
<worn on belt> a huge, embossed belt buckle (perfect)

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut says, OOC, 'let it be known, if the worg stays here, and he joins in the possible fight, there is a chance it will die.'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
osay *nods* Mounts are applied in PvP
You say, OOC, '*nods* Mounts are applied in PvP'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok steps forward toward Rut, roing his head to the side with a loud series of pops issuing from his neck. He stoops lower to bring his gaze down closer to Rut, 'I not comin' heer ta ask for ouse help, puny. Da blue un does hiz job ta lure ouse heer.'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
osay Let me make a pose out, atleast guys /
You say, OOC, 'Let me make a pose out, atleast guys /'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok says, OOC, 'Aiight, do it.'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut says, OOC, 'may not need it lol'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
l
Plains
N-Skulbask Road E-Berdusk S-Woods Gate W-Plains p\w
NE-River ChiontharNW-Plains SE-Plains SW-Plains p@?
Grass covers the plains like a thick carpet might cover a nobles floor. ppp
Few trees dot the landscape and as such building made of wood are not.
an option in this region.
The sky is warm and stormy and a cool northern breeze blows.
Rut is standing here.
Gorlok is here, upon a black and grey striped worg.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut flexes his finger saying 'That whit ouse think'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut begins to gesture.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut grunts as Gorlok's punch lands.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok's slash nearly bisects Rut's left leg.
A black and grey striped worg joins the battle!

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok's slash lacerates Rut's chest.
Rut gets distracted and stops chanting.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok's slash lacerates Rut's chest.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut ducks under Gorlok's slashing attack.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut ducks under Gorlok's slashing attack.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut ducks under Gorlok's slashing attack.
Gorlok weaves out of the way of Rut's punch.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok's slash nearly bisects Rut's right arm.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok's slash lacerates Rut's chest.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut ducks under Gorlok's slashing attack.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok's slash lacerates Rut's chest.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
A black and grey striped worg's bite deeply penetrates Rut's abdomen.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok's slash minces Rut's left arm.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
n
Skulbask Road
N-Plains E-River Chionthar S-Plains W-Plains \pw
NE-River ChiontharNW-Skulbask Road SE-Berdusk SW-Plains p@w
This is one of the many roads that winds its way across the kingdoms. Itpp?
is mostly in good repair though you occasionally come across soft spots
in the road that could use some work.
The sky is warm and stormy and a cool northern breeze blows.

<100%hp 0m 95%mv>
You hear the sounds of battle from the south.

<100%hp 0m 95%mv>
look s
You see Plains.
Rut, a black and grey striped worg and Gorlok are nearby south from here.
the gate guard is not too far off south from here.

<100%hp 0m 95%mv>
s
Plains
N-Skulbask Road E-Berdusk S-Woods Gate W-Plains p\w
NE-River ChiontharNW-Plains SE-Plains SW-Plains p@?
Grass covers the plains like a thick carpet might cover a nobles floor. ppp
Few trees dot the landscape and as such building made of wood are not.
an option in this region.
The sky is warm and stormy and a cool northern breeze blows.
Rut is mortally wounded.
Gorlok is here, upon a black and grey striped worg.

<100%hp 0m 93%mv>
Gorlok looks at Rut.

<100%hp 0m 93%mv>
blink

Gorlok snorts at you.

<100%hp 0m 93%mv> You blink.

<100%hp 0m 93%mv>
look gor
This brutal male orc stands at a staggering eight feet and two inches
tall. Hs massive frame and body thick with corded muscle weigh in at three
hundred and sixty pounds, and is covered in dark grey skin and coarse hair.
His dark red eyes are set deep into hs skull just over his snout. Large,
off-white tusks protrude from the bottm of his mouth, a feature that
constantly contorts his face into a snarl. He has thin ears with sharp points,
and a head full of unmanaged black hair.

Across his chest runs a great, deep scar. Smaller scars riddle the rest of
his large body, notably on his hands and forearms. His face holds a scar as
well, across his left cheek.

A huge, grey-skinned male mountain orc is in perfect health.
Gorlok is using:
<worn on finger> an ash black bone ring etched with glowing runes (perfect)
<worn on finger> (Glowing) an elegant onyx ring set with a glowing cut garnet (perfect)
<worn on ears> bone earrings (perfect)
<worn around face> dark, greasy war paint (perfect)
<worn around neck> a pale silver amulet inlaid with earthstone (perfect)
<worn on neck> an amulet of communication (perfect)
<worn as symbol> an unblinking eye on a leather cord (perfect)
<worn on body> a unicorn skin pack (perfect)
<worn on body> a black platemail breastplate (perfect)
(C)ontinue, (R)efresh, (B)ack, (Q)uit: [C]

<worn on head> a blue titanium full helm (perfect)
<worn on legs> fluted steel greaves (perfect)
<worn on feet> blue mithril boots (perfect)
<worn on hands> silver-adorned steel gauntlets (perfect)
<worn on arms> blackened steel spiked shoulder plates (perfect)
<worn about waist> a plated steel fauld (perfect)
<worn around wrist> soft black leather bracers decorated with small bleached bones (perfect)
<both hands> a black steel greatsword with an obsidian pommel (perfect)
<worn on belt> a gold-plated silver scabbard (perfect)
<worn on belt> a gold-stitched weapons loop (perfect)
You peek at the inventory:
18 electrum coins (superb)
76 gold coins (superb)
6 platinum coins (superb)
an orc village stable token (perfect)
2 silver coins (superb)

<100%hp 0m 93%mv>
Gorlok dismounts a black and grey striped worg.

<100%hp 0m 93%mv>
Gorlok aids Rut!
Rut comes to and stands.

<100%hp 0m 93%mv>
Gorlok's leg snaps out quickly into Rut's ribs, 'FIlthy, puny, haf oomin.'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
smote glances to $rut with an intent gaze, as it shifts to $gorl
Syrun glances to Rut with an intent gaze, as it shifts to Gorlok.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut grunts pained.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
equi
You are using:
<worn on finger> an amethyst-encrusted purple bronze ring (perfect)
<worn around neck> an amulet of communication (perfect)
<worn on neck> a small neck pouch stitched with a few loose beads (perfect)
<worn on body> black studded leather armour (superb)
<worn on body> a small dark cloak (perfect)
<worn on head> a leather arming cap stitched with crimson thread (perfect)
<worn on head> a bowler hat with a hole through both sides (perfect)
<worn on legs> black studded leather leggings (perfect)
<worn on feet> black studded leather boots (perfect)
<worn on hands> black studded leather gloves (perfect)
<worn on arms> black studded leather sleeves (perfect)
<worn on arms> a worn dark velvet armband (perfect)
<worn about waist> black studded leather belt (perfect)
<worn around wrist> a darkened vambrace (perfect)
<worn around wrist> a gleaming leather bracer set with a carved stone star (perfect)
<left hand> a small black leather kit (perfect)
<right hand> a black velvet purse (perfect)
<worn on belt> a huge, embossed belt buckle (perfect)

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut holds his ribs pained.


<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut growls.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>


<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
l
Plains
N-Skulbask Road E-Berdusk S-Woods Gate W-Plains p\w
NE-River ChiontharNW-Plains SE-Plains SW-Plains p@?
Grass covers the plains like a thick carpet might cover a nobles floor. ppp
Few trees dot the landscape and as such building made of wood are not.
an option in this region.
The sky is warm and stormy and a cool northern breeze blows.
Rut is standing here.
A large black and grey striped worg snarls viciously.
Gorlok is standing here.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok crouches down next to Rut and reaches down, gripping him by the throat, 'I say it agen. I not askin' ouse.'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut chokes barely able to talk.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
smote stares at $gorl "Hurting his voice could prevent his magicks."
Syrun stares at Gorlok 'Hurting his voice could prevent his magicks.'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut says, OOC, 'i feel I should point out there a large chance rut will pull out his emergency spell'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
osay Is it aoe?
You say, OOC, 'Is it aoe?'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut says, OOC, 'it a kill spell, that i use in strick emergencies like this'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut says, OOC, 'no'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
osay Oh, its valid
You say, OOC, 'Oh, its valid'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
osay I've died to pk spells, many times
You say, OOC, 'I've died to pk spells, many times'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut says, OOC, 'I just feel like pointing it out for the sake of clarity'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
l
Plains
N-Skulbask Road E-Berdusk S-Woods Gate W-Plains p\w
NE-River ChiontharNW-Plains SE-Plains SW-Plains p@?
Grass covers the plains like a thick carpet might cover a nobles floor. ppp
Few trees dot the landscape and as such building made of wood are not.
an option in this region.
The sky is warm and stormy and a cool northern breeze blows.
Rut is standing here.
A large black and grey striped worg snarls viciously.
Gorlok is standing here.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok looks briefly up to you, but grips Rut by the neck tighter and lifts his head a few inches up before slamming him hard back down into the dirt, 'Filthy half oomin.' only now does he release Rut's neck, and rises to his feet but places one foot on Rut's shoulder.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut flexes his finger.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
l
Plains
N-Skulbask Road E-Berdusk S-Woods Gate W-Plains p\w
NE-River ChiontharNW-Plains SE-Plains SW-Plains p@?
Grass covers the plains like a thick carpet might cover a nobles floor. ppp
Few trees dot the landscape and as such building made of wood are not.
an option in this region.
The sky is warm and stormy and a cool northern breeze blows.
Rut is standing here.
A large black and grey striped worg snarls viciously.
Gorlok is standing here.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut begins to chant.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok makes a nice punch, but a crouch places his fist a mile above Rut's head.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Rut utters the words, 'spaihagwar turrzf'.
Rut pulls his blow aimed at Gorlok.
Gorlok screams at something only he can see!
Gorlok is stunned, but will probably recover.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok pulls his blow aimed at Rut.
With a sickening sound Gorlok's slash violently shreds Rut's chest.
Rut is stunned, but will probably recover.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
l
Plains
N-Skulbask Road E-Berdusk S-Woods Gate W-Plains p\w
NE-River ChiontharNW-Plains SE-Plains SW-Plains p@?
Grass covers the plains like a thick carpet might cover a nobles floor. ppp
Few trees dot the landscape and as such building made of wood are not.
an option in this region.
The sky is warm and stormy and a cool northern breeze blows.
Rut is lying here stunned.
A large black and grey striped worg snarls viciously.
Gorlok is lying here stunned.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
hmm
You Hmmmm out loud.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
smote glances to $rut and whispers "Shar guide this soul."
Syrun glances to Rut and whispers 'Shar guide this soul.'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
killmode kill
Your killmode is: kill

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok comes to and stands.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
l
Plains
N-Skulbask Road E-Berdusk S-Woods Gate W-Plains p\w
NE-River ChiontharNW-Plains SE-Plains SW-Plains p@?
Grass covers the plains like a thick carpet might cover a nobles floor. ppp
Few trees dot the landscape and as such building made of wood are not.
an option in this region.
The sky is warm and stormy and a cool northern breeze blows.
Rut is lying here stunned.
A large black and grey striped worg snarls viciously.
Gorlok is standing here.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
smile gor
You smile at him.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok growls low in his throat, spitting on Rut whie gripping at his head.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
l
Plains
N-Skulbask Road E-Berdusk S-Woods Gate W-Plains p\w
NE-River ChiontharNW-Plains SE-Plains SW-Plains p@?
Grass covers the plains like a thick carpet might cover a nobles floor. ppp
Few trees dot the landscape and as such building made of wood are not.
an option in this region.
The sky is warm and stormy and a cool northern breeze blows.
Rut is lying here stunned.
A large black and grey striped worg snarls viciously.
Gorlok is standing here.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
look gor
This brutal male orc stands at a staggering eight feet and two inches
tall. Hs massive frame and body thick with corded muscle weigh in at three
hundred and sixty pounds, and is covered in dark grey skin and coarse hair.
His dark red eyes are set deep into hs skull just over his snout. Large,
off-white tusks protrude from the bottm of his mouth, a feature that
constantly contorts his face into a snarl. He has thin ears with sharp points,
and a head full of unmanaged black hair.

Across his chest runs a great, deep scar. Smaller scars riddle the rest of
his large body, notably on his hands and forearms. His face holds a scar as
well, across his left cheek.

A huge, grey-skinned male mountain orc is DYING.
His head is critically injured.
His left arm is critically injured.
His chest is critically injured.
His right arm is critically injured.
His abdomen is critically injured.
His left leg is critically injured.
His right leg is heavily wounded.
Gorlok is using:
<worn on finger> an ash black bone ring etched with glowing runes (perfect)
<worn on finger> (Glowing) an elegant onyx ring set with a glowing cut garnet (perfect)
(C)ontinue, (R)efresh, (B)ack, (Q)uit: [C]

<worn on ears> bone earrings (perfect)
<worn around face> dark, greasy war paint (perfect)
<worn around neck> a pale silver amulet inlaid with earthstone (perfect)
<worn on neck> an amulet of communication (perfect)
<worn as symbol> an unblinking eye on a leather cord (perfect)
<worn on body> a unicorn skin pack (perfect)
<worn on body> a black platemail breastplate (perfect)
<worn on head> a blue titanium full helm (perfect)
<worn on legs> fluted steel greaves (perfect)
<worn on feet> blue mithril boots (perfect)
<worn on hands> silver-adorned steel gauntlets (perfect)
<worn on arms> blackened steel spiked shoulder plates (perfect)
<worn about waist> a plated steel fauld (perfect)
<worn around wrist> soft black leather bracers decorated with small bleached bones (perfect)
<both hands> a black steel greatsword with an obsidian pommel (perfect)
<worn on belt> a gold-plated silver scabbard (perfect)
<worn on belt> a gold-stitched weapons loop (perfect)
You peek at the inventory:
18 electrum coins (superb)
76 gold coins (superb)
6 platinum coins (superb)
an orc village stable token (perfect)
2 silver coins (superb)

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
sayto gor I could have killed you, but you will kill him or he will you.
You say to Gorlok 'I could have killed you, but you will kill him or he will you.'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
sayto Gor I can find you another magick un.
You say to Gorlok 'I can find you another magick un.'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
sayto gorl Just don't assault them, offer them coin.
You say to Gorlok 'Just don't assault them, offer them coin.'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok steps back from Rut and turns toward a black and grey striped worg, issuing a singe word command in a low growl, '' Kill.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok steps back from Rut and turns toward a black and grey striped worg, issuing a singe word command in a low growl, 'Kill.'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
l
Plains
N-Skulbask Road E-Berdusk S-Woods Gate W-Plains p\w
NE-River ChiontharNW-Plains SE-Plains SW-Plains p@?
Grass covers the plains like a thick carpet might cover a nobles floor. ppp
Few trees dot the landscape and as such building made of wood are not.
an option in this region.
The sky is warm and stormy and a cool northern breeze blows.
Rut is lying here stunned.
A large black and grey striped worg snarls viciously.
Gorlok is standing here.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
look worg
This large specimen of worg is about six feet long, and stands almost four
feet at the shoulder. His coat bristles with black and grey stripes and his
eyes almost glow red.
A black and grey striped worg is in perfect health.
a black and grey striped worg is using:
<worn on body> orcish spiked plate barding (perfect)
<worn as saddle> orcish war saddle (perfect)
You peek at the inventory:
Nothing.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
A black and grey striped worg approaches Rut and prepares to engage him in combat!

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
l

Rut's punch brutally pulverizes a black and grey striped worg's right leg.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv> Plains
N-Skulbask Road E-Berdusk S-Woods Gate W-Plains p\w
NE-River ChiontharNW-Plains SE-Plains SW-Plains p@?
Grass covers the plains like a thick carpet might cover a nobles floor. ppp
Few trees dot the landscape and as such building made of wood are not.
an option in this region.
The sky is warm and stormy and a cool northern breeze blows.
Rut is here, fighting a black and grey striped worg.
a black and grey striped worg is here, fighting Rut.
Gorlok is standing here.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
A black and grey striped worg's bite goes straight through Rut's left leg.
Rut is DEAD!
You hear Rut's death cry.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
look in corp
the corpse of a half orc contains:
an amulet of communication (perfect)
a bronzed pearl amulet embossed with a skull and crossbones (perfect)
a bronzed platinum ring embossed with a leering skull (perfect)
a silk sash with tiny embroidered sapphires (perfect)
a leather spellpouch (superb)
bone earrings (perfect)
close-fitting dark pants (perfect)
a pocketed long coat stitched with a motif of werewolves and worgs (perfect)
a stylish tophat (perfect)
a silver coin (superb)
a pendant bearing a red mist ringed by stars (perfect)

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
sayto gorl I would say take that pendant, as my payment.
You say to Gorlok 'I would say take that pendant, as my payment.'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
wink gorlok
You wink at Gorlok.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
sayto gorl But my payment, is whatever you want it to be...
You say to Gorlok 'But my payment, is whatever you want it to be...'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok looks over to you and spits out in a crude mockery of the common tongue, 'Ouse do well, doe. Evan bring a half orc ta I.'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
smote nods his head saying "Well, I do my job accordingly."
Syrun nods his head saying 'Well, I do my job accordingly.'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
sayto gorl With a few, personal ties.
You say to Gorlok 'With a few, personal ties.'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
l
Plains
N-Skulbask Road E-Berdusk S-Woods Gate W-Plains p\w
NE-River ChiontharNW-Plains SE-Plains SW-Plains p@?
Grass covers the plains like a thick carpet might cover a nobles floor. ppp
Few trees dot the landscape and as such building made of wood are not.
an option in this region.
The sky is warm and stormy and a cool northern breeze blows.
The corpse of Rut is here. (superb)
A pool of spilled blood lies here. (superb)
A large black and grey striped worg snarls viciously.
Gorlok is standing here.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
smote glances down at the corpse then to $worg warily "I'll have to take his corpse."
Syrun glances down at the corpse then to a black and grey striped worg warily 'I'll have to take his corpse.'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok nods his head roughly to you and tosses a large sack of coins at your feet, 'Ouse payment.'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok drops 18 electrum coins.
Gorlok drops 76 gold coins.
Gorlok drops 6 platinum coins.
Gorlok drops 2 silver coins.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
l
Plains
N-Skulbask Road E-Berdusk S-Woods Gate W-Plains p\w
NE-River ChiontharNW-Plains SE-Plains SW-Plains p@?
Grass covers the plains like a thick carpet might cover a nobles floor. ppp
Few trees dot the landscape and as such building made of wood are not.
an option in this region.
The sky is warm and stormy and a cool northern breeze blows.
The corpse of Rut is here. (superb)
A pool of spilled blood lies here. (superb)
A small pile of electrum coins. (superb)
A large pile of gold coins. (superb)
A small pile of platinum coins. (superb)
A small pile of silver coins. (superb)
A large black and grey striped worg snarls viciously.
Gorlok is standing here.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
get all.coin
You get 18 electrum coins.
You get 76 gold coins.
You get 6 platinum coins.
You get 2 silver coins.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok shakes his head roughly at you, 'I will take him ta da Camp.'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
The day has begun.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok raises his greatblade off of his shoulder, high in the air above him, 'Part of himz, anyway..'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
smote tucks the coins in the pouch shaking his head "No, I will take him back to Berdusk." he smiles "If you want to take him to Orc Camp, and I keep my silence then payment is that pendant on his neck."
Syrun tucks the coins in the pouch shaking his head 'No, I will take him back to Berdusk.' he smiles 'If you want to take him to Orc Camp, and I keep my silence then payment is that pendant on his neck.'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
The spilled blood slowly seeps into the ground.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
You hear the howl of a wild animal nearby.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok glares down at the corpse as his bade flashes through the air, faling in a downward arc over the haf orc's throat, cleanly severing his head in a single fel swoop.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Hadwyn walks in from the east.
Dolifer walks in from the east.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Dolifer begins to chant.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok knocks the tophat off the corpse's head and puls the decapitated skull up by its hair. He glances over to you, 'Ouse can have it.'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Dolifer utters the words, 'bjrrg ghtoraliohp'.
Hadwyn's muscles ripple as power flows through him...

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Dolifer begins to chant.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Dolifer utters the words, 'antar'.
Hadwyn beams as a powerful blessing is laid upon him.
Dolifer beams as a powerful blessing is laid upon him.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok gets a blank look on his face.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok says, OOC, 'Yo, good roleplay.'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
osay *nods*
You say, OOC, '*nods*'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
osay I'll log it
You say, OOC, 'I'll log it'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Hadwyn makes his way in from th east with Dolifer behind.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
l
Plains
N-Skulbask Road E-Berdusk S-Woods Gate W-Plains p\pwf
NE-River ChiontharNW-Plains SE-Plains SW-Plains pp\w-
Grass covers the plains like a thick carpet might cover a nobles pp@?w
floor. Few trees dot the landscape and as such building made of wood ppppp
are not. an option in this region. ppppp
The sky is warm and stormy and a warm southerly breeze blows.
The corpse of Rut is here. (superb)
A large black and grey striped worg snarls viciously.
Gorlok is standing here.
Hadwyn is standing here.
Dolifer is standing here.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Dolifer spots the corpse on the ground and runs to it. 'Rut! Oh, dear gods!'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok moves over to a black and grey striped worg and pulls himsef up into his saddle, swinging his leg over the side wide. He snorts down at you, 'Ouse do gud. I go now.' he raises the muscle-bound half orc's head by his hair, which hangs in his hand seperate from the corpse.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok mounts a black and grey striped worg.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
smote looks down at the head as the pendant falls off, grasping it he nods.
Syrun looks down at the head as the pendant falls off, grasping it he nods.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
get pend cor
You get a pendant bearing a red mist ringed by stars from the corpse of a half orc.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
l
Plains
N-Skulbask Road E-Berdusk S-Woods Gate W-Plains p\pwf
NE-River ChiontharNW-Plains SE-Plains SW-Plains pp\w-
Grass covers the plains like a thick carpet might cover a nobles pp@?w
floor. Few trees dot the landscape and as such building made of wood ppppp
are not. an option in this region. ppppp
The sky is warm and stormy and a warm southerly breeze blows.
The corpse of Rut is here. (superb)
Gorlok is here, upon a black and grey striped worg.
Hadwyn is standing here.
Dolifer is standing here.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
A black and grey striped worg grows low, digging his claws into the dirt as he turns his large shaggy head toward Hadwyn and Dolifer.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Hadwyn frowns briefly to Dolifer before focusing toward Gorlok. 'What is the meaning of this?'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok snorts, otherwise ignoring Hadwyn's question and smacking a black and grey striped worg upside the head, turning him with his legs off to the south.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok rides south upon a black and grey striped worg.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok rides in upon a black and grey striped worg from the south.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Gorlok rides southwest upon a black and grey striped worg.
You hear the sound of footsteps from the south-west.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
smote glances to $had "Rut and the Orc fought for honor and for service." he blinks then looks to $doli frowning "He fell to the orc..."
Syrun glances to Hadwyn 'Rut and the Orc fought for honor and for service.' he blinks then looks to Dolifer frowning 'He fell to the orc...'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Hadwyn glances toward you suspiciously.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Hadwyn nods his head slowy. 'Service?'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
an amulet of communication glows briefly as Hadwyn activates it.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Aysa walks in from the east.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Hadwyn invites Aysa to join his group.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Aysa accepts Hadwyn's invitation and joins his group.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Dolifer exclaims, tears in his eyes, 'What serviece! What honor!?'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
smote shakes his head "I told him he couldn't take the corpse, then he said, fine I will not take all the corpse. Severing his head." he states.
Syrun shakes his head 'I told him he couldn't take the corpse, then he said, fine I will not take all the corpse. Severing his head.' he states.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
The sun rises in the east.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Hadwyn frowns and nods his head to you before glancing to Dolifer. 'Trying to understand Orcan codes is beyond the comprehension of most.'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
smote looks south as he states "Service, the orc said he would be put into service. Rut spit in his face, and told him that he wasn't going to do anything."
Syrun looks south as he states 'Service, the orc said he would be put into service. Rut spit in his face, and told him that he wasn't going to do anything.'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Aysa tilts her head, sighing, 'Yea, well... that wasn't really a smart thing to do.'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
say Then after they spit on each other, they exchanged blows. I ran, but came back to see the worg kill Rut.
You say 'Then after they spit on each other, they exchanged blows. I ran, but came back to see the worg kill Rut.'

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Hadwyn nods his head. 'Rut is not going to be able to contend with such a beast.'.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
an amulet of communication glows briefly as Hadwyn activates it.

<100%hp 0m 100%mv>
Dolifer tries unsuccessfully to pick up Rut's corpse. 'We must get him to a priest.'




END SCENE

I want to thank the Imm that ran the Ardeep plague that just went down. Had a ton of fun trying to puzzle it out, and nearly dying a few times. 20 dire wolves at once is rough!

Also, thanks to Mers and Dolifer to answering the call, and for Rahlkemnon, Roli, and Arindiel for showing up later to help.

I would like to thank the Imm for that also, as well as everyone involved. It was incredibly fun. I thought it a very well scripted event( I was playing Rahlkemnon). Anyways much appreciated!

An encounter between a drow and a svirfneblin on the surface, of all places.

On a wooden bridge
N-A gravel path E-A muddy moat S-A path in the p W-A muddy moat
This very old wooden bridge looks like he could collapse any time.
It crosses a large moat that circles around the walled compound. The
main building of the compound is a very tall tower made of stone, but
you can spot several smaller buildings in it from here.
The sky is cool and cloudy but a warm southerly breeze blows.
Some crude black leather armour lies here. (good)
Some crude black leather leggings lie here. (good)
Some crude black leather armguards lie here. (good)
A crude black leather belt lies here. (good)
A crudely shaped iron shortsword lies here. (perfect)
( 2) A rusty iron shield lies here. (perfect)
The sliced-off right arm of a kobold warrior is lying here. (superb)
( 2) The corpse of a kobold warrior is here. (superb)
( 2) A pool of spilled blood lies here. (superb)
The spilled guts of a kobold warrior makes you lose your appetite. (superb)
A thin lithe male drow is standing here.

Meagre in height, this male humanoid reaches a mere four feet and eleven
inches, rendering him among the shorter people of his kind. A light and wispy
frame with sleek, taut muscles seem to deny him the brute strength of a
fighter but speak of an agility and speed that easily make up for his lack of
physical power. His light step is accompanied by a catlike grace and
nonchalant ease. Heavily slanted eyes the colour of smoldering rust sit in a
finely chiseled angular face with high cheekbones and a slender, somewhat
crooked nose, as if having been broken at least once. Tapered pointed ears
mark his already obvious elvish heritage. Silvery-white, the hair of this
male drow is cut short and kept well trimmed, combed to form a neat side
parting and putting some more emphasis on the sharpness of his thin face.
Skin of a flawless carbon-black devoid of any sheen seems free of any
decorative marking or inking though when without attire, scarred traces of a
harsh life below are visible. Long and slender, his fingers betray a use to
labor. When being close, a spicy scent of sandalwood is notable around this
somewhat exotic and in a rogueish mischieviously handsome male.

A thin lithe male drow is slightly scratched.
His chest is badly bruised.
A thin lithe male drow is using:
<worn on finger> a black ring (perfect)
<worn on finger> a sapphire-encrusted bronzed copper ring (perfect)
<worn around face> an iron nail pierced through the chin (perfect)
<worn around neck> an iron spider leg clasping a jet amulet (perfect)
<worn on neck> a burgundy gold amulet set with an ivory skull (perfect)
<worn on body> a long dark concealing cloak (very good)
<worn on head> a buckled silvery arming cap emblazoned with a silver star (perfect)
<worn on legs> green leather leggings trimmed with blacksteel (superb)
<worn on feet> leather slippers (perfect)
<worn on hands> silvery-blue reinforced leather gauntlets (perfect)
<worn on arms> a worn dark velvet armband (perfect)
<worn about waist> a dark green steel girtle set with aquamarines (perfect)
<worn around wrist> a thin leather bracers (perfect)
<worn around wrist> a ruby gemmed bracelet (perfect)
<left hand> a twisted hilt stiletto (perfect)
<right hand> a wickedly sharp set of long steel finger knives (perfect)
<floating around> a burgundy gem ioun stone embossed with five silver stars (perfect)
<worn on belt> a small suede purse (perfect)
<worn on belt> a leather-wrapped scabbard (perfect)

A thin lithe male drow whirls his blades, kicking a corpse out of his way, ere pausing and turning to stare at you.

You now speak gnome.

Orryn comes heading for the bridge and slows somewhat as he sees A thin lithe male drow's silhouette. Upon seeing A thin lithe male drow's face, he freezes completely, blurting out a single word in surprise, 'Drow!'.

A thin lithe male drow turns to fully regard you, appraising your figure quietly while lowering himself into a position, convenient to move at any give time, mimicking your voice in a mocking 'Deep gnome!'.

You now speak darkspeak.
Orryn snarls as he regains his composure, a frown creasing his features. 'Damnation,' he mutters, now in the common tongue of the Underdark, as he raises up his weapons in a combat-ready stance. 'Which business is yours on the surface?'.

A thin lithe male drow shifts his weight and smirks at you 'What business brings -you- onto the surface?' he waves one hand at you, a lazy, dismissive motion 'Usually, your kin cowardly hides in their cities and places, not daring to go anywhere at all'.

It's noon.
The clouds disappear.
A thin lithe male drow looks at you.

Orryn snorts, remaining quite motionless, except for his eyes which dart warily to the sides. 'Hmph. As I shall have no word from you, so shall you have none from me,' he grunts. 'The importance shall be what happens next, not why.'.

A thin lithe male drow chuckles at you 'No words? That were quite many words for no words from you, master talk-a-lot. I am here for my own reasons. Though, no shiny stones and no ore for you to chew on here. Only kobolds.'.

Orryn seems to reflect on A thin lithe male drow's words for a second as his eyes cease scanning the sides and instead fix on A thin lithe male drow's form. 'Aye,' he answers, a faint smirk creasing his features. 'Only kobolds...'.

Your killmode is: stun

A thin lithe male drow seemed to have lost interest in you for a short moment, watching the kobold move about with a calculating gaze, ere snapping his attention back onto you, cracking a smile 'Do you know what we make your kin do, when we take them captive?'.

Orryn calmly utters a few prayers and begins to close the distance between A thin lithe male drow and himself, as his skin changes its composition. 'I do know what you do to any captive, and I do know none here shall aid you,' he replies, his grin widening. 'Your downfall is to have come here alone, drow.'.

You do not have enough free hands to cast that.
You stop using an earthstone-handled steel warhammer.
You sheath an earthstone-handled steel warhammer in a gray mole skin belt loop.

You begin to chant.
Some holly glows briefly.
A piece of bark glows briefly and a wisp of smoke rises from it.
Your skin becomes thick and wooden, similar to that of bark.
You begin to chant.
Some rat fur glows briefly.
You suddenly feel more nimble...
You begin to chant.
Some horse tail hair glows briefly.
You sense a bestial vigor consume you...
You begin to chant.
Sun flower seeds glows briefly.
A slim reed glows briefly.
A thin lithe male drow plows right through the entangling growth.

You get an earthstone-handled steel warhammer from a gray mole skin belt loop.
You dual wield an earthstone-handled steel warhammer in your right hand.
You feel proficient with an earthstone-handled steel warhammer.

Orryn lunges at A thin lithe male drow, issuing a deep and furious howl. 'Meet your filthy maker!'.

A thin lithe male drow dodges the entangling plants, tsking at you.

You approach A thin lithe male drow and prepare to engage him in combat!
Suddenly A thin lithe male drow attacks you off guard!

*quite evenly matched combat*

You score a critical hit!
Your pierce tears open A thin lithe male drow's chest.
A thin lithe male drow is stunned, but will probably recover.
Your something's burning heat doesn't affect A thin lithe male drow at all.
You are bleeding heavily.

A thin lithe male drow comes to and stands.

You aid Orryn!

A thin lithe male drow glances at you.

Orryn goes up to A thin lithe male drow, placing his pick across A thin lithe male drow's neck. Standing there, he simply gives A thin lithe male drow a glare, full of scorn.

A thin lithe male drow remains motionless for a while, ere stirring and opening his eyes, finding your form to settle on, slightly dazzled.

Orryn watches A thin lithe male drow, his eyes burning with hatred. 'You should have my pity, drow, did I not know it would be lost upon you... So know that I shall simply let you go, not out of softness of heart, but that you may live with this humiliation, rather than die and fade from existence.'.

A thin lithe male drow rolls his eyes at you, emitting what appears to be a dry chuckle, quickly interrupted by a cough 'What is a deep gnome's pity? And what would one such as -you- know about true humliation?' he replies to your words, mocking but remaining rather still else, for the pick across his neck.

Orryn starts, his eyes widening in a moment of surprise, or perhaps insight, at A thin lithe male drow's last statement. Finding himself at a loss for words, he turns and spits aside. 'Fie upon your blood, o' wretched one,' he utters, meeting A thin lithe male drow's eyes. Now, however, the hatred has seemingly burnt out and been replaced with sorrowful pity. ''Tis true what you speak...'.

A thin lithe male drow returns your gaze for a mere couple of moments, then shakes his head as much as possible and snorts at you 'Oh, don't grow all...emotionally, no?' he mocks 'What then, is the name of this one, hm?'.

Orryn keeps watching A thin lithe male drow in a mixture of sympathy and disgust, his able hands clutching his weapons tightly. 'Shall I take mercy on your soul and end your misery here, or send you down to your despair yet again?' he asks in a rhetorical manner. 'Tell me, drow. Tell this ranger, Deepstrider by name, what shall be done with you?'.

You greet A thin lithe male drow.

A thin lithe male drow considers your words a moment, repeating a low 'Deepstrider. How...fitting for one that does not stride around in the depths these times?' he trails off and rolls his eyes 'Do you give me the choice, really, or is that a mocking taunt tossed at the defeated?'.

Orryn eyes A thin lithe male drow with little left of his own hostility. 'You may cease your jibes, drow. No fear nor respect shall they garner you here,' he mutters as he steps back, letting A thin lithe male drow free. 'We deal not as do you to our foes, as alien as it may seem to one of your kind. Do as you wish.'.

A thin lithe male drow hesitates a moment, then regains his stand, quickly and fluidly moving on to his feet and darts off, seeking the shadowed areas of the path as quickly as possible.

Orryn backs off and also goes quickly to blend into the forest.

That was excellent!

Maybe it was just the moment, but I found this to be another moving interaction for these two.

Katheryn gives you a faint smile and inclines her head politely as she greets, 'Good afternoon, Lord Marshall.'.
Diritas's hard eyes draw to Katheryn as he approaches the market, his thin lips touched by a smile that softens as do his features, 'Kit- sister dear. It is good to see you. How goes the late hour?'.
Diritas frowns, then shakes his head and glances skyward seeming weary as he amends quietly, 'Rather... I suppose the hour is not so late, I have just gone a time without sleep again.'.
Katheryn's smile warms at your own and she nods her head faintly in reply, 'It goes well, thank you for inquiring.' She reaches a hand out to lightly touch at your forearm as she says, 'It is quite alright. The time of day matters little.' before she asks you, 'How are you?'.
Diritas's gentle smile remains as he looks over Katheryn's features, his voice lifting after a moment, 'I have been well, but I am faced with a task that it pains me to admit... is perhaps not one I might do alone.'.
Katheryn withdraws her hand from you as she asks, 'What is the task?'.
Diritas turns his eyes from Katheryn and confesses, 'I have yet to tend to the issue of my old friend. Deimos. I-' he shakes his head slightly and glances sidelong towards Katheryn, 'He was a friend, one of but few. One that I could not even allow death to part me from.'.
Katheryn purses her lips tightly as she listens to you. She looks you over quietly a moment before she asks, 'What do you mean?'.
Diritas's thin lips curl slightly, then he lifts a hand towards Katheryn, 'I think perhaps best you come to see, Kit.'.
Katheryn is standing here.
You beckon to Katheryn, inviting her to follow you.

(Walking from the Market)
Katheryn keeps a sidelong glance on you as they walk, looking him over consideringly.

(Arriving at secluded stable)
Diritas frowns, holding still a moment before he utters softly to Katheryn, 'Forgive me.' and places the token in a gangly young lad's hand.
Katheryn frowns faintly as she looks around the temple, telling you quietly, 'I am best not here overlong.'.
You give a driftwood token to a gangly young lad.
A gangly young lad says to you 'About time. Wait here.'
A gangly young lad heads out to the back of the stables.
A gangly young lad leads your mount out to you.
Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast draws out of the stable, stepping silently to stop before Katheryn and you. He opens his terrible maw to unleash a resounding screeching ROAR- but no sound comes forth.
Diritas settles his weary brow into a thin palm, his lips pursed as he turns to face Katheryn silently.
Katheryn chokes back a gasp of shock with a hard swallow as she watches Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast approach. She watches Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast let out the silent rawr, before she tears her eyes from the beast to you, giving him a look of unreadable expression, before her gaze returns back to Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast and she draws in a deep breath.
Katheryn asks you without taking her gaze from Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast, her tone unusually stoic, 'When you said as you said...did you mean what I think you might be meaning...?'.
Diritas seems to wince slightly at Katheryn's gasp, then he shifts to lock his softened expression upon Katheryn, 'It is time he finally be at rest. Flesh and soul together. Long past time... perhaps.'.
Katheryn nods her head faintly in reply, gaze still fixed on Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast as she says to you, 'Aye...I rather agree...'.

(Deimos's Desc)
With the head, forelegs and wings of a great golden eagle and the flank of an
enormous black lion, this arrogant beast was clearly bred to cause death and
terror on the battlefield. Its skin has grown taut over its now gaunt frame.
A darkly power throbs within it, a malignant intelligence that seems to animate
and guide its heavy movements. With black lifeless eyes it surveys the world
from behind a beak edged with razor sharp steel. From its shear size, martial
behaviour and the cruel scars left by a scourge on its hindquarters, one might
presume it could once have been the result of some warbeast training program.
Now it is a parody of once magnificent flesh.

Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast is in perfect health.

Katheryn finally seems to break her impassive expression with a faint frown as she continues looking Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast over. Finally she looks over at you and says, 'Let us see to it...' in a voice above a whisper.
Diritas's hand lifts towards Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast, beckoning the monstrous creature along as he guides from the spire.

(They move to a field not too distant)
Diritas's eyes move over Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast slowly, his expression solemn before he asks of Katheryn, 'Might the Crying God offer him the solace of an easy end? Disruption of the magicks binding him here might be a more peaceful end.'.
Katheryn reaches out hesitantly, as if she might try to comfort Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast before she withdraws her hand, a severe frown crossing her lips. Eyes locked on Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast, she replies to you, 'I can see what solace can be provided. It is not long for this world...have you anything you care to say to the shade, before I make my attempt?'.
Diritas stares silently at Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast for a goodly breath or three, his hard eyes unusually soft and his expression somehow torn before he says quietly, 'Goodbye old friend. Never did I afford you a proper life... or even unlife. The least I can do is let your final end be peaceful.'.
Katheryn nods her head faintly once you finishes his words. She reaches a hand out once more in an attempt to comfort Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast and says quietly to Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast, 'Rest now...' before murmuring a prayer.
The evil that animates Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast flees as Katheryn's faith crashes over it!
Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast is DESTROYED!
You hear Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast's death cry.
Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast stops following you.
Diritas remains silent as he gazes down over the now lifeless form of the beast, then he lowers his head quietly.
Katheryn stands to join next to you, laying a comforting hand on your back as she stands there silently. After a time, she offers a quiet, 'I am sorry for your loss.' to you as she keeps her eyes on the lifeless remains.
Diritas lifts his head after a time and looks to Katheryn as he says quietly, 'And I thank you, Kit. I do not think you ever had the chance to glimpse what I had become at my worst. What I had become for Him. The Madness and depravity I had sunk into.' he shakes his head, drawing out a number of offending articles to cast onto the soil a fair distance from the corpse of his friend, 'I intend to leave all that behind me in the dirt.'.
You get a painted jawless skull in sunburst symbol from a dark green scalemail bag.
You get a monstrous stag helm with bestial jaws from a dark green scalemail bag.
You get a small piece of membrane dashed with paint from a dark green scalemail bag.
You get an ornate sunburst icon carved with a raven skull sigil from a durable suede satchel.
(and more)
You drop an ornate sunburst icon carved with a raven skull sigil.
You drop a small piece of membrane dashed with paint.
You drop a painted jawless skull in sunburst symbol.
You drop a monstrous stag helm with bestial jaws.
(and more)
You bury an ornate sunburst icon carved with a raven skull sigil.
You bury a small piece of membrane dashed with paint.
You bury a painted jawless skull in sunburst symbol.
You bury a monstrous stag helm with bestial jaws.
(and more)
You solemnly bury the corpse of Deimos, an undead griffon warbeast...
Katheryn bows her head for a brief time, mouthing the silent words of a prayer once you starts to bury the undead warbeast.
Diritas nods quietly after a time, the sun baking overhead as he finishes carefully plying the shovel to bury the evils of his past, 'Rest well, Deimos.'.
Katheryn on hearing you speak, she lifts her head and gives a faint nod before she says to you, 'You move on to something greater...a future far brighter than what ever future a Dark Sun could offer.' softly.
You get a steel ring of the Ebon Spur from a durable suede satchel.
Diritas clutches a ring tightly in his hand for a time, then casts it to the earth before him and plies his shovel to lay it beneath the soil as he utters quietly, 'You too Nerian. If you will let peace take you, I know none who need peace more than yourself.'.
You drop a steel ring of the Ebon Spur.
You bury a steel ring of the Ebon Spur.
Katheryn asks you after a moment, 'Is there anything I can do to help you, brother...?'.
Diritas looks towards Katheryn after a time, head shaking before he says in answer, 'No, Kit. Nothing. I think we have finished here.'.
Katheryn approaches you and lays a light hand on your forearm as she says, 'You have taken many steps this day...I cannot imagine how difficult this is for you, to rid yourself of the haunts of your past.' She pauses briefly, pursing her lips tightly before she says to you, 'Perhaps with this deed seen, you may rest a bit easier...'.
Diritas draws in a slow deep breath, holding it for a time before he looks to Katheryn and replies quietly as he lifts a slender hand to touch Katheryn's upon his arm, 'Perhaps, Kit. We shall see if ever a day comes where my dreams are quiet.'.
Diritas glances westward briefly, then turns his eyes towards Katheryn as he says, 'I've another bloody task to tend to, but the fiendish warhorse was never my friend. I shall tend to him alone.'.
Katheryn gives you a faint smile as she says, 'We can but hope in these things, brother. I believe you are sincere in your aims.' The smile on Katheryn's lips fades at the mention of a fiendish warhorse, though she nods her head once, firmly in reply, 'Aye...I do suggest seeing to such an abomination if it is in the same condition as...'.
Diritas extends an arm to enwrap Katheryn's shoulders as his other hangs limply by his side, his fingers barely clinging to the shovel that droops from them, 'Thank you, for all that you have been for me. All this time.'.
Diritas nods quietly, then says to Katheryn as he releases Katheryn and settles his slender hand atop his fauld, 'You are welcome to remain as I tend to the thing, but I would not demand it.'.
Katheryn trails off, placing an arm about your waist in a hug before she withdraws, giving her head one more firm nod in reply, 'I will leave you to the task, if you feel able. I have other duties I might see to.'.

I'll miss Deimos. He'd been with me for a long time.

Thanks for posting this, it was a very enjoyable read.

*rewards Diritas*

Very nicely done. I can't wait to see what the future holds for Diritas. The Marshalls have been some of my favorite chars ever since I started on FK.

Very good read

[Two orcs take a break from the fast-paced murderous lifestyle to discuss more intellectual pursuits.]

Nishvel says to you 'Maybe we make nuff shiny for ship someday. Bestest way ta raid really.
Nishvel burps and then adds ' Worked wit halfbreed afore, dey do a'right oan ship'

Trogomar scrunches his ugly features as he ponders, 'Mmh. Hmmmm.' He grunts more than hums, 'Sound gud ta Trog, but he wondah- How da ship no go inta tha watah?'
Trogomar cocks his head, 'Da elfies wood got magics?'

Nishvel shakes his mane saying ' Wood float, slap bunch o'goop oan t'planks n' build et.'.
Trogomar gives a skeptical frown, but nods regardless showing he is willing to listen to Nishvel, 'But den why da wood float an' not sink?' He asks with a shrug, 'Sound like magics ta Trog.'

Nishvel says 'Elfies wood no magic, seen small un by shore once. We paddle in reel sneaky-like n' bash them skull while dey sleep. Elsie wood burn like all udder wood'

Trogomar grunts as he listens reluctant to let the idea go, but finally he gives another affirmative dip of his head, 'Maybe is jus' da way da woods iz den.'

Nishvel draws a crude picture in a pool of blood and points saying ' Some wood sink, some wood float. Might
Nishvel rises from his rest.
Nishvel pets a shrunken head, woven into his beard.

Trogomar leans over and watches Nishvel's drawing with interest as he is clearly happy at the notion that it may be magic, 'Da sneakin' be gud smartz. Get us lots o' da shinies if we be knowin' how it do or not.'.

Nishvel nods.
Nishvel says 'If aint got numbers, den da sneaky can work. When da sneaky works....more shiny, less split'



Thank you so much Nishvel for this wonderful experience as an orc. I hope this entices some of you to make Orc characters or play the existing ones!

If I may suggest, could this post be moved into the new Story Forum? As well, perhaps it could be locked so that new entries have their own post rather than falling under this one?

Just a thought, thank you for reading.