@Jek

" I think there is a one way to check it "  Tola follows Jek and stands in front of the fallen Orc. The small dragon opens Barok's eyes and listens to his heartbeat. " Hey, Barok! Are you still alive? If so, blink your eyes or growl. If you are dead… well just stay there." 

While Tola checks Barok's body. Atoh comes near the Graklak (60ft away). Her arrow is still aiming at the small Orc's forehead." Your leader fought well, but not enough. If you want to join him, I will help you. But if you still want to be alive then surrender. " 

Jek quicky states at Barok's form as Tola heads over. "Uhhh, he's alive barely, and trying to say something!"

Tola leans his head and listens to the last word of Barok. " Hey! You may not understand what I say, but I warn you. I'm pretty tough and nimble. So don't waste your last breath for nonsense like trying to bite  my ear off. "

Orin waits to see where he can be of best use

The Orc and the Worg remain hindered by Jek's webs, their bodies wrapped and entangled beyond the point of escape, at least for the time being.  The Orc is shouting something in Orcish to Barok, who doesn't answer.  

Drard the Goblin does a little better.  His feet slip as he twists and turns and he literally falls free of the webs, scrambling to his feet.  He dashes into the desert, going away from the band.  

Barok sputters something on the ground and weakly tries to pull Tola closer, but is unable to get his mitt close enough to the little Luck Dragon.  He mutters something almost inaudible.  

Jek looks From Barok to Atoh "Uhhh, I think he's asking for a hob... Uhh, he's asking for you?"

Dageron looks cautiously towards the obvious victors of the fight. "I would speak with Barok, if you permit it." 

In Orc, he says flatly. "This battle is won and you are not the victors. They do not appear to be willing to kill you... unless you give them cause to. Surrender, and reclaim your honor another day."

In Goblin, he calls after the one running into the desert. "You can surrender to these and live, but the desert does not give mercy!" 

Brevon sighs.  Propping his shield against the wagon's wheel, he leaves the newcomer to talk to Bartok.  He tends to the pull horses and checks their supplies, mumbling to himself.

Chuba readies her warhammer to attack any aggressive move against the Order.

Like Brevon, Chuba mumbles to herself. She's not happy that she has attacked (and has been attacked by) an enemy only for some of her companions to suddenly have a change of heart. This enemy is defeated and wounded; best to give him an honorable death and end the pain.

Seeing the big Orc's breath getting weak each second, Tola reaches to a little pouch on his hip. Before opening it, the small dragon looks at his partner. " Atoh… " "……" Khun's dragon and their partners can't compel the others. They can only achieve something by complete agreement. Atoh hates Orcs. They took away her brother and changed her life forever. But…  " Okay, do it. " " Are you sure? " " He is not the same tribe that killed my brother. And Adal would do the same thing"  Tola takes out a little berry. He squeezes it, drops the juice into Barok's mouth then puts his ear to the Orc's mouth. 

One Goodberry to Baron.

Jek stands back and let Atoh take the lead. The halfling seems to have some kind of history with Orcs, and Barok was calling to them. 

Jek will look at the Worg and the Orc caught in the Web. He says to Graklak "Please, stop. I will let you out if you promise not to fight us. Also, if you promise not to have the Worg eat me."

Jek will wait for his response, but will not let his guard down. He will ready a Ray of Frost, just in case anyone attacks him or his friends. 

Just like that, the fight seems to fade out.  The Worg and Graklak remain restrained and struggling, while Drard makes tracks toward the heart of the desert, getting as far away as possible.  He continues to run even as the violence settles into a lull.  

Dripping the berry juice into Barok's mouth has an immediate effect.  Barok's eyes flash open and he sputters and coughs, blood splattering around his mouth.  He sucks air, chokes on blood, coughs harder until he ejects a mouthful of ichor out onto his face and neck.  His Adam's apple rolls down, then back up.  

"Worthy, little Hobbit."  The big Orc says.  His voice is callous, even if his eyes are not.  He hears Dageron, and seems to acknowledge the Hobgoblin's words, even though his eyes don't leave Atoh's face.  He studies her long and hard.  "Your people are slaughtered, brave one.  I didn't want this fight.  I didn't want a fight with anyone, at all."  

Barok swallows and coughs again.  It seems like he's having a hard time speaking, though his face is an emotional blank.  

"We barely escaped them when they set upon us.  I killed many with my own hands."  He blinked, holding it for a moment.  "The Stormtroopers were behind us, on our heels.  The advanced party caught up with the khalasar as we were getting away.  It was a butchery, little one.  One of the dragons fell, and then the horde rolled over them while the lines were formed.  It was...a massacre."  

Barok relaxed, laying his hands and arms out on the sands, laying flat.  His eyes turned away from Atoh, turned up toward the sky.  His chest rattled and he hacked up more bloody sputum.  

"Believe it or not...I never wanted to hurt anyone.  I only wanted to do what was required of me and bring this to an end.  That's one of the horrors of war, that you can train a person, train them to hate, train them to kill. It's a terrible thought.  War doesn't determine who was right or wrong, little Hobbit..****y who is left." 

Graklak roars at Jek from his restraints and pulls hard against them.  The Worg was chewing the webbing.  They looked like they wanted to shred the Lightless.  

"Do what you must."  Barok says.  

Dageron moves... diplomatically... towards Barok. Careful not to seem hostile to those that won the fight. He stands near Barok, his body providing the Orc shade, but does not look at him directly. (( In Orc )) "I am of the Aureki. My people lost a war, then lost everything else. The survivors joined Vader, and so did I. I was a Captain then. My troop were absorbed, and in time, so too were our Aureki ideals. Our identities. I realized that Vader was not a solution to our needs, but the opposite. If you and I were to fight, it would mean something because we both carry within us a purpose to fight. Not just as the blindly savage beasts the softer races make us out to be. But because the fighting makes us stronger. Better keepers of our peoples ways, and of their futures. I found no future with Vader, only a fulfillment of how the softer races saw our peoples. Mindless obedience to violence."

Dageron looks down at Barok, offering him a hand up as he does. "You reminded me today of why I left, and what I fight for now. A nation of hard races, unified by common creed and given to greater purpose. Not violence, but tradition. Not dominion, but balance. Thank you for reaffirming what I have come to believe." 

(( If Barok takes Dageron's hand, Dageron will pull him to his feet. "I cannot know how many of your kith and kin you have left to Vader's camps. But the world will never make sense for our kind until we give it cause to. We can no longer rely on others to forge our destinies for us simply because they are strong. Our weakness before them must become the crucible by which our strength is forged. Join me in my mad crusade. At the very least you will have a death worthy of our ways." ))

(( If Barok does not take Dageron's hand, Dageron will let it fall to the side. "I understand. For you, your path is set. Let us face one another in the battles to come, and give honor to our gods and our peoples." ))

The bond between the dragons and their partner is rather empathic than telepathic. When Tola's emotions flow into her, Atoh gets off her mount, runs to Barok and listens to the huge Orc just like her dragon did.

The nomad girl's heart is like a leaf in a storm. Khun's cavalry was defeated? Her people were massacred!? … There are only a few dragon riders left in the Khun-Clan. If it is Esin, second daughter of Ongs-Khan, Atoh's soul will bleed for her elder sister. But if the one fallen is Guld, the third and only prince who could summon a dragon, her clan will be in ture trouble. Because now the one who is first in line to succeed the Dragon-Khan is the cruel and dangerous Zeki, who is born noble but can not summon a dragon. Khun-Clan will break in half. The power balance between Khans will be shifted. And the people of Grasslands and Shem will be thrown into a chaos they have never experienced before.  When Atoh's thought is nearly swallowed by panic, the last word of Barok hits her hard. 

"Do what you must." 

There is an emotion that even thousands of words can not describe. And there is a time, people know what they should do like the rivers find ocean without guidance. Atoh kneels beside Barok and covers the massive face with her little hand. She closes her eyes and whispers to the Orc's ear. " Barok, you are a  warrior who fought bravely, a man who lived honestly. May the wind meet you gently in your pass. May the water taste sweet and heal your pain. And may Dragon eyes in heaven light your destination. " Atoh opens eyes. " It might not be the prayer you want. But this is the only prayer I know. "

( My original post was a bit too long so I split it in half.)

@ Brevon

Atoh stands up. She turns to their leader and says. " Brevon, let's go to Castle Grayskull. We need to heal the chaos of this land. For that we must restore the Crystal of Truth. " 

@Dageron

Then she looks at the new member of the Order. " … Dageron. You said you once worked for the army of Vader. Please tell me about the warlord. I want to know the man who massacred my people. I want to know the man who… might killed my sibling " 

@Graklak

Atoh offers two Gooseberries to the smaller Orc. " You have two choices, Orc. Fighting with the sand, meeting the slow and painful death or taking my berries. They can sustain you for two days. Eat one now and eat another one before dawn. I don't need your gratitude. But if you feel something, tell me about the dragon who fell in the battle. How do they look? What is the  color of their mane, gold or gray? " 

Barok looks confused as Atoh's hands close around his face.  The meaning is clear; was this really happening?  How was this Halfling showing compassion after receiving news that her people were most likely gone?  He lay there without saying anything else, then looked up at Dageron as the Hobgoblin spoke over him.  The Orc waits a moment as the Hobgoblin extends his hand down to him, and then accepts, and is pulled back to his feet.  He stands stooped, his feet seated in the puddles of blood he had left behind.  

Graklak watches Atoh approach and snarls at her, his mangled tusks flashing at her.  He looks at the berries, then his eyes drift over to rest on Barok, who has been brought to his feet by Dageron.  As the webbing resides, the Orc steps away from her, refusing the berries, then snaps its fingers for the Worg to heel to it, and together they follow after Drard, fleeing into the desert.  

Barok stands there, looking down at his axe, then to the blood that still hasn't dried on his body.

"Where would we go?  What would we do?"  He says, confused, unsure of what is happening.  

Through their clasped hands Dageron casts Cure Wounds (9) on Barok. "I found this place. These people. You. The first step to taking our lives into our own hands is to form a new clan. A new oath. One that both empowers and constrains our very natures. We are the blood of war itself, but what is war without purpose, blood without vessels. We need more who will fight, so that our fledgling clan can become a nation and have something worth fighting for. That is our first step."

Chuba glares in turn at the orc, the hobgoblin, the lightless, and the halfling. Her face betrays her frustration and anger. She mounts Thathors.

"Darkness approaches. We must find and make camp."

Once camp is made, she finds a quiet space to meditate with thoughts of The Everstone, asking for guidance.

Jek watches as Graklak and the worg go into the desert. With a deep breath, Jek finally relaxes a bit. "I really thought that Worg was going to eat me. They didn't seem to enjoy my webs."

Jek shudders as Atoh mentions the warlord. "My people have stories of Vader. Mostly cautionary tales on why we should avoid the Black Crags. Some say he was a Paladin who has fallen, others that he sworn fealty to the wrong power. Either way, he now seems to be working for Sauron, at least that what they say. He's is perhaps the best warrior in the world, right now. Very few who have faced him and his magical sword and lived to tell about it, and half of what they do say is about the overwhelming fear and intimidation they felt just from being in his presence. At least, that's what they say. Dageron probably knows more. All I know if I would not want to face him.... Well, I wouldn't want to face any of you all, either. I do not liking fighting" Jek shrugs.  

Jek will walk over to Brevon and look worried. He will say to Brevon, quietly" Brevon, did we do the right thing? I don't like fighting, you know that. But... should we not have let the others get away? Things are getting confusing. They were half dead and wandering the desert. But they were our enemies. You all are strong, you could have struck them all down with ease. But.... I don't know...It didn't seem right. I know they are our enemies and could report back... but.....Should I have just let everyone finish them off?"

Hearing Dageron and Barok talking, Jek will turn "The Bright Lady seems to have brought you both and placed you in our path. We are on an important mission and.... I mean...uhhh... we could probably use all the help we can get, honestly. I'm in favor if you want to join us." Jek will look over to others. "What do you all think?"

When Jek asks the hobgoblin and orc to join the Order, Chuba huffs and starts trotting away on Thathors in the direction of their destination, slow enough that others might catch up eventually.