The Goliath(s) push the cart, heading towards Phandalin. Sildar sitting in the cart, still recovering from his wounds, but feeling better than he had before, even if he did feel utter shame being forced into a dress.. to hide his shame. Regardless, Sildar says T-Thank you Cirrus. I am not happy about this but.. I appreciate it nonetheless. When we reach Phandalin, I will give you each fifty gold, for saving me. After that, I have something else I wish to discuss with you. If you'll hear me out. I.. cannot rememeber if I told you already or not, But I am a member of the Lords Alliance, from Waterdeep. And As Gundrens fate us yet unknown... My duty unfortunately shifts to my prior station. But More about that after we get to town.
After whatever responses the group gives to Sildar, the cart finally gets to the slope of the trail, where it gets a bit more difficult, but because of the Goliath(s) raw size and power, they were easily able to overcome it. It was then that the sun began to dip a bit. The colder air of winter settling in again. Likely, Vimak and Gilari traded shifts of who was doing what over the course of the next few hours. Thanks to their collapse, their bodies had managed to rest enough that this didn't set them further back, but they would need good rest when they got to town.
Several hours pass, the beautiful landscape almost mocked the ordeal they had just been through. The wildlife going about its business, running away from the cart when it got too near. And after another hour, the town was within sight.
The rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins — crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briers — surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town.
As you approach, you see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops. Many people look up as you approach, but all return to their business as you go by. The sun was just about to set, and the cold was clawing it's way back into your clothing, and under your skin.. well.. some of you.
Might I suggest we stop at the Stonehill inn? Sildar suggests, saying its only 1 GP for a room per night. If not, that is where I intend to go first myself.. and get some more armor.. and warm food in my belly.
After everything, Herman likes the idea of spending a day in a warm bed, especially given the promise of 50 gold. However, with the amount of gold he has earned in this one adventure, he is pretty ready to relax for a bit. Put most of it in saving and party away the rest. He also plans to get back to work as a hired labor. Those kinds of jobs are more laid back since nobody tries to kill him.
"But I am a member of the Lords Alliance, from Waterdeep. And As Gundrens fate us yet unknown... My duty unfortunately shifts to my prior station. But More about that after we get to town."
Gilari nods slightly along with Sildar's words, his eye widening a little at the mention of so much gold - this adventuring life was certainly paying off. "I know little about this Alliance... I tend not to care for the grand affairs of state. However, seeing someone go missing to befall who knows what, that I find distasteful. And as this little band has managed to prove its worth, then we should continue onwards and find a resolution to this situation.
As Phandalin comes into view, it is Gilari pulling the cart. "Finally, some rest" he thinks. The road hasn't been to hard, and the cart is obvisouly well constructed enough to allow for a smooth enough journey, but the continue effort was starting to get a little tiresome. At the suggest of a warm and comfortable inn, with food.. and ale, Gilari's stomach growls enough to cause Cirrus's head to jerk round and look at the stonekin. "Ha, sorry... I think we might all need a good rest! My stomach included"he grins.
"Yes," Vimak says, "Rest and food! A good plan." He nudges Gilari. "We will eat their pantry bare!"
Children playing remind him of the better days with his tribe, before the questions of its leadership mattered. He shakes the memories out of his head. "Herman," he says, "giving up the adventuring life? Are you sure?"
"And Sildar, you're very generous. But, will our cargo be safe at Stonehill Inn? Should we make our delivery first?"
Herman says, "Yeah, I really don't like it when things are trying to murder me. So, I'd like to do some work that's less detrimental to my health... at least until my coin runs low. Then I'll probably think about taking a good paying gig again. Until then, it's manual labor and ale for me."
Cirrus attempts to wake up the thief, if he has to use healing word to heal him for 3 damage in order to wake him up, then so be it. "Hey, wake up. you're in Phandalin. Listen, you'd better be thankful that we got you out of that situation. I have no doubt in my mind that those goblins would have eaten you. In exchange for helping you, I want to to promise this one thing: for the rest of your life you will ask this question before you take any action, 'how would I feel if someone did that to me?' and if the answer is 'bad,' then you do not do it. Understand? Alright, take this." Cirrus cuts the thief loose and drops 5 copper, 4 silver, and 3 gold into his hands. "It's getting dark. Over there is the Stonehill inn, apparently its 1 gold a night, so you can stay there for tonight." Cirrus then sends the thief on his way, not wanting to keep him around much longer.
Upon hearing Vimak's question to Sildar, "Ah yes, I was wondering if that would be an option. I don't know if it is too late in the day for Barthen's Provisions to be accepting our business, but maybe we can try? It would be better to finally honor our obligation before we rest for the night."
As the party makes way for the Stonewall inn, Cirrus walks in front of the party and addresses the Goliaths specifically, "Hey, I had an idea for how we can decide which of you should get Klarg's Morningstar in a fair and just way. How about the two of you arm wrestle for it? Also, if you're feeling up to it, I might try to draw some attention to the match and maybe coerce some people to bet a little coin we could line our pockets with?"
You can't drown someone with Create Water. If your lungs are containers than your bones are objects. Any Siege monster that attacks you deals double damage because it’s attacking your bones.
As it seemed everyone more or less didn't wish to join, so Sildar dropped the topic. Watching as the town came into view
Once within the perimeter of the city, Sildar visibly relaxes. By the sun, you can tell you can maybe visit 1-2 places before everything other than the inn shuts down for the night and the some of town goes to sleep. You have a fair point. We should probably deliver the goods first considering the time, and the fact it was already stolen once I see. So yes, lets go there first. It should still be open, but preparing to close nonetheless.
The group makes their way to Barthens Provisions, after Sildar re-confirms that's where they need to go. Barthens is one of the largest trading posts you've seen, as you come up on it. Candlelight in the windows, suffused with additional lanternlight from deeper within. Inside you see a lean and balding human male shopkeeper of fifty years with a kindly manner, as well as several apprentices who help him run the shop. Clearly cleaning and putting certain stocks and supplies away.
As the wagon rolls up and comes to a stop, Cirrus lets the theif go, givign him gold, a stern warning, and promise of a room.
The thief looked appreciative and confused, as he was being chided like a child. But he said nothing. frowning, and nodding. Taking the gold offered shakily - clearly traumatized by all that had happened to him. He didn't even run, he wobbled as best he could on weak legs. He had taken a beating before he had been saved, though thanks to Cirrus' healing, it wasn't as bad as it would have been otherwise.
Cirrus then makes his suggestion and sildar says That's an excellent idea young master Cirrus. But after we finish our business here and make it to the inn, yes?
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"Of course, of course." Cirrus responds, uncharacteristically cooking up a scheme. "Do you all think that we should keep the extra supplies Klarg gave us, or try to sell them to Barthen's Provisions for a bonus? Or should we go through the barrels and crates and pick out what we don't want and try to sell that to Barthen's? Speaking of things we want..." Cirrus tries again to make a hole in the top of the chest with the silk coming out of it without damaging whatever may be inside. The anticipation is killing him: 16 (I put in a +2 assuming this is a DEX roll. if not, then it's still a 16).
You can't drown someone with Create Water. If your lungs are containers than your bones are objects. Any Siege monster that attacks you deals double damage because it’s attacking your bones.
"Here we are... our next port of call" Gilari states plainly to the group in general as he pulls the cart into the Barthen's yard."And yes Vimak, I intended to eat and drink my fill! Did we find any unspoiled foods in the supplies, the innkeep might need a resupply after we both have dined!" He laughs and slaps the other goliath on the shoulder with his meaty palm. It then grasp the muscle around the joint, his posture sizing up his opponent in partial jest."Cirrus, are you sure such a contest would be fair... I do believe all the village folk here would plainly see such a contest could go only one way. This one is naught but a skinny runt."
As the group disembarks from the cart, he turns to Cirrus assuming he is about to take the lead inside. "We came here with fair work in mind, let us be fair to others. I like gold as much as the next man, but we shouldn't try and fleece this trader. Sell him any of the extra supplies we don't have need for, but we should ask if there is anything this town is in desperate need of. If there is and we have it. we should give it to them free. A good deed might be worth more here than the gold we could otherwise receive.
Cirrus gets a puzzled look on his face at Gilari's first question, believing Vimak to be just as strong as Gilari, if not stronger. He does brighten up at Gilari's suggestion of charity, "You know what? that sounds like an excellent idea. Best idea I've heard all day in fact. I don't think we will have time to distribute those goods tonight. We will have to look at what we have gathered form Klarg tomorrow. How are we going to secure the cart until the morning? At worst, we may have to take turns watching the cart."
(OOC: WHATS IN THE BOX WHATS IN THE BOX WHATS IN THE BOX I ROLLED a 16 or 18 TO OPEN IT THAT HAS TO BE GOOD ENOUGH)
You can't drown someone with Create Water. If your lungs are containers than your bones are objects. Any Siege monster that attacks you deals double damage because it’s attacking your bones.
Vimak is thinking of food, roast auroch, ale, tatters with onion, pork gravy, spinach greens, boiled spicy eggs. He is glad Gilari appreciates the finer things in life too!
And the spirit of competition! Vimak gently pinches Gilari's belly. "By skinny, you mean lean muscle, my rotund friend!" he says. "Flyers and bets!" he says. "Wagers galore. Western Faerun Neverwinter Armwrestling Guild 4.3 edition rules, I imagine?" he says to Gilari.
"Cirrus, Barthen's Provisions seems to be open. If we can, let's resolve the goods tonight?" He also compliments him on how he dealt with the thief. "That was well done."
"Herman, I will be sad to see you go. You are not replaceable, but do you know anyone who might be able to help us as you have?"
Herman thinks for a while at Vimak's question. He says, "Well, most of the people who served with me in my unit died to an Ice Devil. The only other survivor was Dresh Silversurge but he's a liar and a coward and he's probably still enjoying the good life serving my old king. I did meet a Witch named Bastille about five years ago but it would be one hell of a coincidence if she was here now. So I don't know anyone who might help."
You can't drown someone with Create Water. If your lungs are containers than your bones are objects. Any Siege monster that attacks you deals double damage because it’s attacking your bones.
You can't drown someone with Create Water. If your lungs are containers than your bones are objects. Any Siege monster that attacks you deals double damage because it’s attacking your bones.
After a while, the proprietor notices the group outside, and shuffles out, clearly a little flustered O-Oh my.. I'm so sorry for my terrible rudeness. How can barthens help you today? I am Elmar Barthen, proprietor of this fine establishment. The largest in the region! H.. Oh yes, Master Sildar! I wasn't expecting you to be here during the delivery, I was tol... Indeed. Things.. happened. But these fine folk are still owed their delivery fees. So I ask you to pay them your end, as I must pay them mine, for saving me from a horrible fate, and the fate of another who most would have abandoned. They seem to still be in deliberations as we acquired 'new' goods in the between time, However.
Oh, that seems fair. So, how do you intend to split up what isn't already headed for here? Elmar asks, a little curious. Seeing Cirrus stabbing a box, showing a little shock but seeign as it wasn't his, payed it little mind.
*ugh the thing is stuck on bold...*
So simplify this, instead of listing every possible item, every barrel/chest etc will contain 1d10 X 4 gold worth of 'products' and you will have a total of 20 chests/barrels/crates etc.
so for each barrel/chest/blah blah, you wish to trade off roll 1d10 and multiply it by 4. That is what that chest is worth.
If you wish to scrounge, the same rules as before apply. Everything on adventuring gear is available (except alchemists flasks this time) Roll a 1d100, and a 40-60 and it will be there in 1d4 quantity. Each time you scrounge, that will be -1 barrels. There is no modifiers for this. So you have 20 chests worth of loot.
Finally, Whats in the ****IN box?!@?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
(Hey! I did that yesterday. It was fun but then I got sore)
The Goliath(s) push the cart, heading towards Phandalin. Sildar sitting in the cart, still recovering from his wounds, but feeling better than he had before, even if he did feel utter shame being forced into a dress.. to hide his shame. Regardless, Sildar says T-Thank you Cirrus. I am not happy about this but.. I appreciate it nonetheless. When we reach Phandalin, I will give you each fifty gold, for saving me. After that, I have something else I wish to discuss with you. If you'll hear me out. I.. cannot rememeber if I told you already or not, But I am a member of the Lords Alliance, from Waterdeep. And As Gundrens fate us yet unknown... My duty unfortunately shifts to my prior station. But More about that after we get to town.
After whatever responses the group gives to Sildar, the cart finally gets to the slope of the trail, where it gets a bit more difficult, but because of the Goliath(s) raw size and power, they were easily able to overcome it. It was then that the sun began to dip a bit. The colder air of winter settling in again. Likely, Vimak and Gilari traded shifts of who was doing what over the course of the next few hours. Thanks to their collapse, their bodies had managed to rest enough that this didn't set them further back, but they would need good rest when they got to town.
Several hours pass, the beautiful landscape almost mocked the ordeal they had just been through. The wildlife going about its business, running away from the cart when it got too near. And after another hour, the town was within sight.
The rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins — crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briers — surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town.
As you approach, you see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops. Many people look up as you approach, but all return to their business as you go by. The sun was just about to set, and the cold was clawing it's way back into your clothing, and under your skin.. well.. some of you.
Might I suggest we stop at the Stonehill inn? Sildar suggests, saying its only 1 GP for a room per night. If not, that is where I intend to go first myself.. and get some more armor.. and warm food in my belly.
Welcome to Phandalin.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
After everything, Herman likes the idea of spending a day in a warm bed, especially given the promise of 50 gold. However, with the amount of gold he has earned in this one adventure, he is pretty ready to relax for a bit. Put most of it in saving and party away the rest. He also plans to get back to work as a hired labor. Those kinds of jobs are more laid back since nobody tries to kill him.
"But I am a member of the Lords Alliance, from Waterdeep. And As Gundrens fate us yet unknown... My duty unfortunately shifts to my prior station. But More about that after we get to town."
Gilari nods slightly along with Sildar's words, his eye widening a little at the mention of so much gold - this adventuring life was certainly paying off. "I know little about this Alliance... I tend not to care for the grand affairs of state. However, seeing someone go missing to befall who knows what, that I find distasteful. And as this little band has managed to prove its worth, then we should continue onwards and find a resolution to this situation.
As Phandalin comes into view, it is Gilari pulling the cart. "Finally, some rest" he thinks. The road hasn't been to hard, and the cart is obvisouly well constructed enough to allow for a smooth enough journey, but the continue effort was starting to get a little tiresome. At the suggest of a warm and comfortable inn, with food.. and ale, Gilari's stomach growls enough to cause Cirrus's head to jerk round and look at the stonekin. "Ha, sorry... I think we might all need a good rest! My stomach included" he grins.
"Yes," Vimak says, "Rest and food! A good plan." He nudges Gilari. "We will eat their pantry bare!"
Children playing remind him of the better days with his tribe, before the questions of its leadership mattered. He shakes the memories out of his head. "Herman," he says, "giving up the adventuring life? Are you sure?"
"And Sildar, you're very generous. But, will our cargo be safe at Stonehill Inn? Should we make our delivery first?"
Death on the Water and Baldur's Gate Bodyguard
Herman says, "Yeah, I really don't like it when things are trying to murder me. So, I'd like to do some work that's less detrimental to my health... at least until my coin runs low. Then I'll probably think about taking a good paying gig again. Until then, it's manual labor and ale for me."
Cirrus attempts to wake up the thief, if he has to use healing word to heal him for 3 damage in order to wake him up, then so be it. "Hey, wake up. you're in Phandalin. Listen, you'd better be thankful that we got you out of that situation. I have no doubt in my mind that those goblins would have eaten you. In exchange for helping you, I want to to promise this one thing: for the rest of your life you will ask this question before you take any action, 'how would I feel if someone did that to me?' and if the answer is 'bad,' then you do not do it. Understand? Alright, take this." Cirrus cuts the thief loose and drops 5 copper, 4 silver, and 3 gold into his hands. "It's getting dark. Over there is the Stonehill inn, apparently its 1 gold a night, so you can stay there for tonight." Cirrus then sends the thief on his way, not wanting to keep him around much longer.
Upon hearing Vimak's question to Sildar, "Ah yes, I was wondering if that would be an option. I don't know if it is too late in the day for Barthen's Provisions to be accepting our business, but maybe we can try? It would be better to finally honor our obligation before we rest for the night."
As the party makes way for the Stonewall inn, Cirrus walks in front of the party and addresses the Goliaths specifically, "Hey, I had an idea for how we can decide which of you should get Klarg's Morningstar in a fair and just way. How about the two of you arm wrestle for it? Also, if you're feeling up to it, I might try to draw some attention to the match and maybe coerce some people to bet a little coin we could line our pockets with?"
You can't drown someone with Create Water. If your lungs are containers than your bones are objects. Any Siege monster that attacks you deals double damage because it’s attacking your bones.
(posting soon)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
As it seemed everyone more or less didn't wish to join, so Sildar dropped the topic. Watching as the town came into view
Once within the perimeter of the city, Sildar visibly relaxes. By the sun, you can tell you can maybe visit 1-2 places before everything other than the inn shuts down for the night and the some of town goes to sleep. You have a fair point. We should probably deliver the goods first considering the time, and the fact it was already stolen once I see. So yes, lets go there first. It should still be open, but preparing to close nonetheless.
The group makes their way to Barthens Provisions, after Sildar re-confirms that's where they need to go. Barthens is one of the largest trading posts you've seen, as you come up on it. Candlelight in the windows, suffused with additional lanternlight from deeper within. Inside you see a lean and balding human male shopkeeper of fifty years with a kindly manner, as well as several apprentices who help him run the shop. Clearly cleaning and putting certain stocks and supplies away.
As the wagon rolls up and comes to a stop, Cirrus lets the theif go, givign him gold, a stern warning, and promise of a room.
The thief looked appreciative and confused, as he was being chided like a child. But he said nothing. frowning, and nodding. Taking the gold offered shakily - clearly traumatized by all that had happened to him. He didn't even run, he wobbled as best he could on weak legs. He had taken a beating before he had been saved, though thanks to Cirrus' healing, it wasn't as bad as it would have been otherwise.
Cirrus then makes his suggestion and sildar says That's an excellent idea young master Cirrus. But after we finish our business here and make it to the inn, yes?
Occassional Dungeon Master.
"Of course, of course." Cirrus responds, uncharacteristically cooking up a scheme. "Do you all think that we should keep the extra supplies Klarg gave us, or try to sell them to Barthen's Provisions for a bonus? Or should we go through the barrels and crates and pick out what we don't want and try to sell that to Barthen's? Speaking of things we want..." Cirrus tries again to make a hole in the top of the chest with the silk coming out of it without damaging whatever may be inside. The anticipation is killing him: 16 (I put in a +2 assuming this is a DEX roll. if not, then it's still a 16).
You can't drown someone with Create Water. If your lungs are containers than your bones are objects. Any Siege monster that attacks you deals double damage because it’s attacking your bones.
"Here we are... our next port of call" Gilari states plainly to the group in general as he pulls the cart into the Barthen's yard. "And yes Vimak, I intended to eat and drink my fill! Did we find any unspoiled foods in the supplies, the innkeep might need a resupply after we both have dined!" He laughs and slaps the other goliath on the shoulder with his meaty palm. It then grasp the muscle around the joint, his posture sizing up his opponent in partial jest. "Cirrus, are you sure such a contest would be fair... I do believe all the village folk here would plainly see such a contest could go only one way. This one is naught but a skinny runt."
As the group disembarks from the cart, he turns to Cirrus assuming he is about to take the lead inside. "We came here with fair work in mind, let us be fair to others. I like gold as much as the next man, but we shouldn't try and fleece this trader. Sell him any of the extra supplies we don't have need for, but we should ask if there is anything this town is in desperate need of. If there is and we have it. we should give it to them free. A good deed might be worth more here than the gold we could otherwise receive.
Cirrus gets a puzzled look on his face at Gilari's first question, believing Vimak to be just as strong as Gilari, if not stronger. He does brighten up at Gilari's suggestion of charity, "You know what? that sounds like an excellent idea. Best idea I've heard all day in fact. I don't think we will have time to distribute those goods tonight. We will have to look at what we have gathered form Klarg tomorrow. How are we going to secure the cart until the morning? At worst, we may have to take turns watching the cart."
(OOC: WHATS IN THE BOX WHATS IN THE BOX WHATS IN THE BOX I ROLLED a 16 or 18 TO OPEN IT THAT HAS TO BE GOOD ENOUGH)
You can't drown someone with Create Water. If your lungs are containers than your bones are objects. Any Siege monster that attacks you deals double damage because it’s attacking your bones.
Vimak is thinking of food, roast auroch, ale, tatters with onion, pork gravy, spinach greens, boiled spicy eggs. He is glad Gilari appreciates the finer things in life too!
And the spirit of competition! Vimak gently pinches Gilari's belly. "By skinny, you mean lean muscle, my rotund friend!" he says. "Flyers and bets!" he says. "Wagers galore. Western Faerun Neverwinter Armwrestling Guild 4.3 edition rules, I imagine?" he says to Gilari.
"Cirrus, Barthen's Provisions seems to be open. If we can, let's resolve the goods tonight?" He also compliments him on how he dealt with the thief. "That was well done."
"Herman, I will be sad to see you go. You are not replaceable, but do you know anyone who might be able to help us as you have?"
Death on the Water and Baldur's Gate Bodyguard
Herman thinks for a while at Vimak's question. He says, "Well, most of the people who served with me in my unit died to an Ice Devil. The only other survivor was Dresh Silversurge but he's a liar and a coward and he's probably still enjoying the good life serving my old king. I did meet a Witch named Bastille about five years ago but it would be one hell of a coincidence if she was here now. So I don't know anyone who might help."
(sleeping, will post once conscious and lol Cirrus its good enough to open it but the mystery will remain till the DM is conscious again)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
(Yeah sorry, I’m just getting antsy about it, but I can be patient)
You can't drown someone with Create Water. If your lungs are containers than your bones are objects. Any Siege monster that attacks you deals double damage because it’s attacking your bones.
(I wouldn't mess around with that box if I were you. It might contain Orks. Especially Servitorks.)
(????)
You can't drown someone with Create Water. If your lungs are containers than your bones are objects. Any Siege monster that attacks you deals double damage because it’s attacking your bones.
Barthens
*Since no one actually said they were going in..*
After a while, the proprietor notices the group outside, and shuffles out, clearly a little flustered O-Oh my.. I'm so sorry for my terrible rudeness. How can barthens help you today? I am Elmar Barthen, proprietor of this fine establishment. The largest in the region! H.. Oh yes, Master Sildar! I wasn't expecting you to be here during the delivery, I was tol... Indeed. Things.. happened. But these fine folk are still owed their delivery fees. So I ask you to pay them your end, as I must pay them mine, for saving me from a horrible fate, and the fate of another who most would have abandoned. They seem to still be in deliberations as we acquired 'new' goods in the between time, However.
Oh, that seems fair. So, how do you intend to split up what isn't already headed for here? Elmar asks, a little curious. Seeing Cirrus stabbing a box, showing a little shock but seeign as it wasn't his, payed it little mind.
*ugh the thing is stuck on bold...*
So simplify this, instead of listing every possible item, every barrel/chest etc will contain 1d10 X 4 gold worth of 'products' and you will have a total of 20 chests/barrels/crates etc.
so for each barrel/chest/blah blah, you wish to trade off roll 1d10 and multiply it by 4. That is what that chest is worth.
If you wish to scrounge, the same rules as before apply. Everything on adventuring gear is available (except alchemists flasks this time) Roll a 1d100, and a 40-60 and it will be there in 1d4 quantity. Each time you scrounge, that will be -1 barrels. There is no modifiers for this. So you have 20 chests worth of loot.
Finally, Whats in the ****IN box?!@?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Inside the box, Cirrus finds an Clockwork Amulet
Occassional Dungeon Master.
(OOC: I didn't realize what you meant at first. Then it hit me and It had me in stitches.
(So... no Orks or Servitors; or Servitor Orks? Servitorks?)