Kalhala raises the axe again when he sees the spectral weapon appear. But he holds his attack as Berkarak and the woman appear to be communicating, and waits to see how it turns out. Peering inside, he sees little orc children and hopes they can leave peacefully.
Berkarak relays the message to his group. "Let's grab some food and supplies for them and send them on their way." Then to the orc: "We'll grab food and supplies for you, old timer. Wait here."
Grymar stands there, magical staff at the ready, he turns his head and spits out a particularly thick loogie on the ground and looks ready to fight, but then he sees the back and forth between Berkarak and these interlopers. He stands up straight and hold the staff like it is a regular walking stick, every now and again giving the orcs a look with his squinky eye. “All righ’. I suppose. As long as they clear out.” Grymar turns and stands beside Kalhalla, watching for any change in demeanor of the orcs, obviously not trusting them.
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All - Supplies are brought to the departing orcs who accept them sullenly. The older orc that was speaking with Berkarak oversees the proceedings, directing the remains of her tribe in her native tongue. You get more than a few resentful glares but the orcs depart without incident through a passage in the back of the room that connects to the hidden passage on the other side of the chasm.
Berkarak -
Azzanar perches atop the gnarled wooden staff that the lead orc is carrying. The orc leans heavily on it, her movements more a shuffle than actual walking as she directs the other orcs. Your patron eyes you for a moment with a tilt of its head before saying, "I want this staff."
When the exchange between the orcs and Berkarak first occurs, Lehmani stands back, humbled by the fact that, in her zeal, she was ready to bring harm to innocents. Once the efforts to clear out begin in earnest, she dutifully assists in any way she can.
As the orcs start shuffling out of the cave with their freshly scrounged supplies, Berkarakmoves to address the lead, elder orc, putting a hand lightly on their shoulder, a friendly grin on his face as he adjust his spectacles with his other hand.
In Orcish:
"Old timer, we very nearly slaughtered the lot of you. I'm happy we could come to terms. The remains of your tribe will go on to live long and productive lives, not sleeping on stolen land. And my band here can continue our quest to resurrect the greatness of this land."
He waits to see her reaction to his peaceful send-off.
Berkarak - The orc's eyes widen then narrow at the brazen act of familiarity and she makes a point to adjust her stance and grip on her staff so that your hand falls from her shoulder,
"Would that idyllic fantasy come to pass these old bones would rest easy, but the world doesn't often work the way we want it to." Her eyes linger on you as you adjust your spectacles, then drift down across the rest of your attire, "Some part of you understands this I think, even through the perfumes and fineries." She turns to watch the last of the orcs leave, "There will be blood. When the hunting parties learn of this, no amount of honeyed words will douse their fury. I will be killed or exiled for fleeing instead of defending our home with my life." She is quiet for a moment, looking around, seemingly taking in one last look at the room before continuing, "I do not fear death. I fear a future where hearts and minds that were saved today are poisoned by hurts of the past. Where hate becomes so deeply rooted, nothing else can thrive." The orc turns to regard you silently for a moment, then turns and limps off to follow the other orcs.
Kalhala helps the orcs gather whatever supplies they need, especially the young ones, but can't help notice the conversation going on with Berk and the elder. Once the woman departs, he leans over, "So Berk, what was that all about? We still going to have trouble or can we get those prisoners out of here now? I really don't want another to die."
Berkarakstands and watches as the elder orc trails her group. Without turning, he responds to Kalhala, "I don't know yet." He casts Guidance on himself (if allowed).
He then approaches the old timer again and speaks in common. "Perhaps you don't recognize the gift I've given you this day," he calls to them, his voice less friendly than before. "Defending your home, you say? Defending stolen land befouled by your very presence. Go. Tell your hunters of my kindness and tell them where to find me. Shame on your clan should me or mine face any repercussions for our kindness. And this." Here, he grips their staff and tries to wrench it free from their grasp (Strength 14 (+3 Guidance if allowed)). "This is thanks enough for now. It'll make a good poking stick for the fire."
He prepares himself for any retaliation, but stands firm.
All - You watch as the orc turns back to Berkarak with a surprised look that quickly turns to outrage as he easily snatches the staff from her grip. The orc stumbles and cries out before falling back onto one of the beds behind her. Chest heaving, she glares at Berkarak with flaring nostrils and malice in her eyes. You hear a challenging shout and see a young orc rush over from where she was tarrying in the secret passage opposite you all. She is an adolescent, not quite an adult but on her way there, and she stands between the older orc and Berkarak, chest puffed and face a mask of fury. She looks ready to wrestle the staff from Berkarak's grasp but the older orc calls out sharply and raises a hand toward her. The younger orc glances back quickly then back to Berkarak for a moment before dismissing him with a disgusted scoff. She takes hold of the older orc's hand and helps her stand. The two make their way back across the room, arm in arm, without another word and leave through the secret passage.
Berkarak watches them go and continues staring in that direction a moment, lost in thought. He stows the staff away in his pack and turns back to the group, putting a hand of gratitude on Kalhala's shoulder. His once aggressive face yields to his usually friendly demeanor, with a tinge of guilt in his eyes. "Let's see to it that Reena and Jerrod leave safely, yes?"
Azzanar flits around you, "Well done poppet. Now that the elderly have been roughed up and the children tossed from their hovels, you can go back and investigate that smelly room down the hall. I saw something shiny amongst the rubbish."
Zubien follows the group, also not sure what to make out of the encounter, though he is glad he did not have to fight the old and children, there is no honor in that.
Grymar doesn’t understand the language before, but stands at the ready, he doesn’t like the tone that he hears. But then the conversation that happens afterward he can understand, and when the scuffle happens over this staff, he stands at the ready holding himself ready to strike the orc if it did not back down, bees suddenly buzzing around his staff. He takes a sigh of relief when the situation defuses, and he walks back with the others. In the two rooms that were staged for sleeping, he tosses things aside and looks for anything of use, holding his nose as he does so.
Perception : 17
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Kalhala grins as Berkarak gives him a friendly pat and starts following the half-orc, but when Lehmani gives him the look he lifts his palms to the ceiling and shrugs.
"So it looks like they need to head through this infirmary of sorts to get back to the front of the cave. I gotta say I'm looking forward to getting them to safety, whatever is below this cave has me curiosity and I want to check it out!"
All - The chamber the orcs just left is filled with rough-hewn bunks, tables, and chairs, and the floor is strewn with filthy pelts. At first glance it appears that this area might be used as a sleeping quarters.
Grymar - Sifting through the oddments of the bunk room, you find nothing that you would consider valuable. Though you do spy a stone in the south wall that appears bereft of mortar. You easily prise it away from its spot and find a hollow with a sack stuffed inside. The sack contains 40gp, 240sp, and a Potion of Healing.
All - The room back down the hall at the bottom of the stairs appears to have been a private quarters for the leader of the warband, given the size of the filthy bedding.
Grymar - Against the south wall are two large chests containing 440 gp, 1,600 sp, a potion of climbing, and a +1 rapier. The rapier bears the heron maker's mark of Durgeddin.
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Kalhala raises the axe again when he sees the spectral weapon appear. But he holds his attack as Berkarak and the woman appear to be communicating, and waits to see how it turns out. Peering inside, he sees little orc children and hopes they can leave peacefully.
Berkarak relays the message to his group. "Let's grab some food and supplies for them and send them on their way." Then to the orc: "We'll grab food and supplies for you, old timer. Wait here."
Grymar stands there, magical staff at the ready, he turns his head and spits out a particularly thick loogie on the ground and looks ready to fight, but then he sees the back and forth between Berkarak and these interlopers. He stands up straight and hold the staff like it is a regular walking stick, every now and again giving the orcs a look with his squinky eye. “All righ’. I suppose. As long as they clear out.” Grymar turns and stands beside Kalhalla, watching for any change in demeanor of the orcs, obviously not trusting them.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Zubien likewise will help to gather supplies for the Orcs
All - Supplies are brought to the departing orcs who accept them sullenly. The older orc that was speaking with Berkarak oversees the proceedings, directing the remains of her tribe in her native tongue. You get more than a few resentful glares but the orcs depart without incident through a passage in the back of the room that connects to the hidden passage on the other side of the chasm.
Berkarak -
Azzanar perches atop the gnarled wooden staff that the lead orc is carrying. The orc leans heavily on it, her movements more a shuffle than actual walking as she directs the other orcs. Your patron eyes you for a moment with a tilt of its head before saying, "I want this staff."
When the exchange between the orcs and Berkarak first occurs, Lehmani stands back, humbled by the fact that, in her zeal, she was ready to bring harm to innocents. Once the efforts to clear out begin in earnest, she dutifully assists in any way she can.
DM - Classic Adventures Reborn
Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
As the orcs start shuffling out of the cave with their freshly scrounged supplies, Berkarak moves to address the lead, elder orc, putting a hand lightly on their shoulder, a friendly grin on his face as he adjust his spectacles with his other hand.
In Orcish:
"Old timer, we very nearly slaughtered the lot of you. I'm happy we could come to terms. The remains of your tribe will go on to live long and productive lives, not sleeping on stolen land. And my band here can continue our quest to resurrect the greatness of this land."
He waits to see her reaction to his peaceful send-off.
Berkarak - The orc's eyes widen then narrow at the brazen act of familiarity and she makes a point to adjust her stance and grip on her staff so that your hand falls from her shoulder,
"Would that idyllic fantasy come to pass these old bones would rest easy, but the world doesn't often work the way we want it to." Her eyes linger on you as you adjust your spectacles, then drift down across the rest of your attire, "Some part of you understands this I think, even through the perfumes and fineries." She turns to watch the last of the orcs leave, "There will be blood. When the hunting parties learn of this, no amount of honeyed words will douse their fury. I will be killed or exiled for fleeing instead of defending our home with my life." She is quiet for a moment, looking around, seemingly taking in one last look at the room before continuing, "I do not fear death. I fear a future where hearts and minds that were saved today are poisoned by hurts of the past. Where hate becomes so deeply rooted, nothing else can thrive." The orc turns to regard you silently for a moment, then turns and limps off to follow the other orcs.
Kalhala helps the orcs gather whatever supplies they need, especially the young ones, but can't help notice the conversation going on with Berk and the elder. Once the woman departs, he leans over, "So Berk, what was that all about? We still going to have trouble or can we get those prisoners out of here now? I really don't want another to die."
All - Haven't uploaded a map in a while, here it is:
Berkarak stands and watches as the elder orc trails her group. Without turning, he responds to Kalhala, "I don't know yet." He casts Guidance on himself (if allowed).
He then approaches the old timer again and speaks in common. "Perhaps you don't recognize the gift I've given you this day," he calls to them, his voice less friendly than before. "Defending your home, you say? Defending stolen land befouled by your very presence. Go. Tell your hunters of my kindness and tell them where to find me. Shame on your clan should me or mine face any repercussions for our kindness. And this." Here, he grips their staff and tries to wrench it free from their grasp (Strength 14 (+3 Guidance if allowed)). "This is thanks enough for now. It'll make a good poking stick for the fire."
He prepares himself for any retaliation, but stands firm.
Curious, Kalhala walks with Berkarak and will back him up if the woman attempts to fight Berk.
All - You watch as the orc turns back to Berkarak with a surprised look that quickly turns to outrage as he easily snatches the staff from her grip. The orc stumbles and cries out before falling back onto one of the beds behind her. Chest heaving, she glares at Berkarak with flaring nostrils and malice in her eyes. You hear a challenging shout and see a young orc rush over from where she was tarrying in the secret passage opposite you all. She is an adolescent, not quite an adult but on her way there, and she stands between the older orc and Berkarak, chest puffed and face a mask of fury. She looks ready to wrestle the staff from Berkarak's grasp but the older orc calls out sharply and raises a hand toward her. The younger orc glances back quickly then back to Berkarak for a moment before dismissing him with a disgusted scoff. She takes hold of the older orc's hand and helps her stand. The two make their way back across the room, arm in arm, without another word and leave through the secret passage.
Berkarak watches them go and continues staring in that direction a moment, lost in thought. He stows the staff away in his pack and turns back to the group, putting a hand of gratitude on Kalhala's shoulder. His once aggressive face yields to his usually friendly demeanor, with a tinge of guilt in his eyes. "Let's see to it that Reena and Jerrod leave safely, yes?"
Berkarak -
Azzanar flits around you, "Well done poppet. Now that the elderly have been roughed up and the children tossed from their hovels, you can go back and investigate that smelly room down the hall. I saw something shiny amongst the rubbish."
Lehmani watches the exchange carefully, but betrays no hint of judgement as she looks to Berkarak, smiles tightly and says, "Of course."
Once his back is turned, she tries making knowing eye contact with Kalhala and the others as if to say, "What was that about?"
DM - Classic Adventures Reborn
Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
Zubien follows the group, also not sure what to make out of the encounter, though he is glad he did not have to fight the old and children, there is no honor in that.
Grymar doesn’t understand the language before, but stands at the ready, he doesn’t like the tone that he hears. But then the conversation that happens afterward he can understand, and when the scuffle happens over this staff, he stands at the ready holding himself ready to strike the orc if it did not back down, bees suddenly buzzing around his staff. He takes a sigh of relief when the situation defuses, and he walks back with the others. In the two rooms that were staged for sleeping, he tosses things aside and looks for anything of use, holding his nose as he does so.
Perception : 17
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Kalhala grins as Berkarak gives him a friendly pat and starts following the half-orc, but when Lehmani gives him the look he lifts his palms to the ceiling and shrugs.
"So it looks like they need to head through this infirmary of sorts to get back to the front of the cave. I gotta say I'm looking forward to getting them to safety, whatever is below this cave has me curiosity and I want to check it out!"
All - The chamber the orcs just left is filled with rough-hewn bunks, tables, and chairs, and the floor is strewn with filthy pelts. At first glance it appears that this area might be used as a sleeping quarters.
Grymar - Sifting through the oddments of the bunk room, you find nothing that you would consider valuable. Though you do spy a stone in the south wall that appears bereft of mortar. You easily prise it away from its spot and find a hollow with a sack stuffed inside. The sack contains 40gp, 240sp, and a Potion of Healing.
All - The room back down the hall at the bottom of the stairs appears to have been a private quarters for the leader of the warband, given the size of the filthy bedding.
Grymar - Against the south wall are two large chests containing 440 gp, 1,600 sp, a potion of climbing, and a +1 rapier. The rapier bears the heron maker's mark of Durgeddin.