Torq: You calm your mind focusing on the natural and embrace the feeling of the wind against your face. As you focus you open your eyes and see beacons magically appear in front of you. Around the three columns you sense the presence of orcs in a large village to the south east. Another trio of smaller beacons to the south and west between a quarter mile and half mile from the village. You sense small parties of orcs ranging in number from 3 to 6. The smaller beacon to the south flashes revealing the most powerful orc in the area is part of this group. As you focus on the beacons each of the three groups appear to be heading back towards the village. You watch each group return to the village and the smaller beacons disappear except for the pulsing beacon symbolizing the most powerful. At the expiration of 11 minutes you are now within a mile and a half of the village.
All: You rapidly approach the columns of smoke settled on the opposite side of the mountain. As you pass over the snowy crest of the mountain you can see in the distance a large village nestled along the edge of a meadow. As you continue your approach you get a better view of the village from your high vantage point. Surrounding the few wood and mud huts is a multi layered wooden palisade with large pointed logs jutting out from the wall in a defensive posture. You see a single opening in the fortification that extends out creating a narrow corridor of entry into the village casting the village in a sort of teardrop shape. The rest of the village and fortifications disappear behind the snow covered evergreens.
(Will you continue to fly directly towards the village? How close do you want to land?)
"There is a village of orcs ahead. The strongest of them just walked in." Torq says.
(To be a badass or play it cool...Personally, I'd love to land in the meadow near the town and have a shorter walk. I'm good with whatever everyone else wants to do.)
(Strong show of force, but clout of the Lightbringers? It might show strength. I'm game. Just know I'm down on health a bit and my 8th level spell if it goes sideways)
While Torq and Gaelin cast their spells you also notice Cedany casting a spell. As you barrel towards the village a shadow appears above Valeera and swoops down towards you. A pale white Pegasus glides in beside Valeera. "I'll cover the southern flank." Cedany voice says in your mind and you watch her carefully mount up on the Pegasus then fly up above you. You soar through the sky descending closer and closer to the village. The sun at your back does assist in hiding your approach but as you get within a quarter mile you see movement within the village and hear a loud horn pierce through the relative silence. Within a minute you see a loose formation of orcs forming near the front of the village bearing axes and crossbows leveled at Valeera. Valeera lands 300 feet away, her wings sending a cloud of snow into the air. Cedany circles off to the right hovering 80 feet in the air. The snow settles back to the ground as you dismount and the orcs stare curiously at the sight of people riding a huge dragon. Valeera transforms into the familiar red head female and an intense silence settles over the meadow. It is during the first moments of this silence that you take notice of the dark grey skinned orc standing in front of the rest. His overly muscular form towers a foot and a half over the others and stands gripping a great axe in each hand.
Aryn & Mucor- you can see at least three ballista's, aimed in your direction, hidden atop towers constructed to blend in with the forest trees.
"Blessings friends. We are the Lightbringers. We come in peace. We are looking for the Blackrock Clan." Gaelin says holding his hands up in as in offense way as possible.
"Friends? The lightbringers have shed more orc blood than most kingdoms. We are the Blackrock and we do not recognize you as heroes half breed. Those foolish enough to fall for that sorcerer's tricks are the same you slaughtered. You claim to come in peace yet fly in one a dragon as a show of force... Prove it. Tell your horse rider to land. Leave your weapons, belongings and dragon in the snow. No one here will take them. They are tainted with the blood of our brethren, stupid as they may be, and are of no value to us. If you do this then we can continue to talk." the hulking orc says in a low booming voice. The orcs behind him all stare forward at each of you, neither star struck or fearful. As the orc speaks you get a good look at his features, long white hair drapes from his head down to his upper chest over stitch work armor. Claws or talons of some sort protrude out of thick hide shoulder pauldrons. Aryn and Mucor see tiny arcs of lightning crackle sporadically between the tips of the claws. The hide continues down over the chest like an open vest and dull hardened scales line the exterior in an overlaying pattern. In each hand is a large steel great axe blood stained and etched with runes.
The orc stretches out his hand and points to Torq. "You, the winged warrior, will be the one we speak with... If you follow through on your peaceful intentions."
You hear Cedany's voice in your mind say, "Let me know what you want me to do guys."
(Woohoo lunch time DnD. Let's go Torq! You can take him!)
Aryn takes out her sword and bow and places them on the ground as showy as she can. "Come on down Cedany. We'll try diplomacy first." she says telepathically to the group in a tone that tells the group she isn't happy about it but knows it's probably for the best. "Well that's one way to say thank you for saving the rest of you "brethren" she adds telepathically. Aryn does not like this guy even as cool as he may look.
"Very well." Cedany says and swoops down and lands next to the group. She begrudgingly puts her sword and shield on the ground and crosses her arms putting on her best Olympic gymnast face also unhappy with the circumstances.
Valeera smiles and chuckles to herself. "People and their multitude of personalities are quite interesting to observe." she says in your minds.
(Didn't notice Torq posted.)
The orc grunts and tamps the axes into the ground leaving their handles sticking up out of the snow. He takes a few steps forward staring directly at Torq paying no mind to the rest of the group. "Now we talk one warrior to another. I am Urzok Saurfang... What is it you want with the Blackrock clan? To know how we resisted Daegon's tricks, easy we didn't accept his invitation. Ask your questions then leave us... in peace." Urzok says trying to anticipate your questions. He seems perturbed by your arrival but also speaks in a more educated and fluent tone than most orcs you've encountered. While his appearance is one of brawn you get the sense from his voice that there is more to him than just muscle.
Torq- depending on what/ how you ask, You can make a persuasion check with advantage or a deception/ intimidation check (straight roll).
Everyone else sees Torq's short but stout frame dwarfed by the orc as the two stand a few feet apart in the middle of the two groups.
"We are on another mission. We were attacked by a group of ancient dragons while meeting with Davara and Bahamut. The gods protected us and gave us leads to follow up on. One of these was an orc chief residing in the Withering Peaks in possession of a unique piece of armor. I have a feeling that's you. What can you tell us about the armor? Is it for sale or trade?" Torq says bluntly. He was a soldier, he wasn't a smooth talker so shooting straight was the best course of action in his mind.
Urzok chuckles to himself. "Looks like I chose correctly. The truth is refreshing to hear, even as farfetched as it may sound. Ancient dragons... Bahamut... and Davara? Impressive... Perhaps there is more to your group then pointy ears and bloodlust. My armor is made from the trophies of creatures defeated in battle. An item such as this will never be for sale or for trade. Just like each piece it must be earned. If one of your group can defeat me in single combat I will give it to them, though it will not be an easy task." Urzok says eyeing each member of the group sizing them up. He turns back to Torq and says, "What say you? Will one of your own accept this challenge?"
(Who wants to fight? Thanks lunch crew! Now back to work. lol)
Urzok nods and smiles. "I was hoping for you to volunteer. Grab whatever weapons you wish to use." he says and turns his back walking slowly to the two great axes in the snow. He picks up each and exhales deeply. He turns and shouts, "Mak'gora" All of the orcs lower their weapons and stare eagerly knowing what is to come... a fight to the death.
While Torq is casting his spell Gaelin will ritual cast Telepathic Bond on everyone.
Torq: You calm your mind focusing on the natural and embrace the feeling of the wind against your face. As you focus you open your eyes and see beacons magically appear in front of you. Around the three columns you sense the presence of orcs in a large village to the south east. Another trio of smaller beacons to the south and west between a quarter mile and half mile from the village. You sense small parties of orcs ranging in number from 3 to 6. The smaller beacon to the south flashes revealing the most powerful orc in the area is part of this group. As you focus on the beacons each of the three groups appear to be heading back towards the village. You watch each group return to the village and the smaller beacons disappear except for the pulsing beacon symbolizing the most powerful. At the expiration of 11 minutes you are now within a mile and a half of the village.
All: You rapidly approach the columns of smoke settled on the opposite side of the mountain. As you pass over the snowy crest of the mountain you can see in the distance a large village nestled along the edge of a meadow. As you continue your approach you get a better view of the village from your high vantage point. Surrounding the few wood and mud huts is a multi layered wooden palisade with large pointed logs jutting out from the wall in a defensive posture. You see a single opening in the fortification that extends out creating a narrow corridor of entry into the village casting the village in a sort of teardrop shape. The rest of the village and fortifications disappear behind the snow covered evergreens.
(Will you continue to fly directly towards the village? How close do you want to land?)
"There is a village of orcs ahead. The strongest of them just walked in." Torq says.
(To be a badass or play it cool...Personally, I'd love to land in the meadow near the town and have a shorter walk. I'm good with whatever everyone else wants to do.)
(We should probably land a little bit away, but I do like the idea of coming in hot. Let's come in hot. Maybe it'll help.)
(Strong show of force, but clout of the Lightbringers? It might show strength. I'm game. Just know I'm down on health a bit and my 8th level spell if it goes sideways)
(Lol)
While Torq and Gaelin cast their spells you also notice Cedany casting a spell. As you barrel towards the village a shadow appears above Valeera and swoops down towards you. A pale white Pegasus glides in beside Valeera. "I'll cover the southern flank." Cedany voice says in your mind and you watch her carefully mount up on the Pegasus then fly up above you. You soar through the sky descending closer and closer to the village. The sun at your back does assist in hiding your approach but as you get within a quarter mile you see movement within the village and hear a loud horn pierce through the relative silence. Within a minute you see a loose formation of orcs forming near the front of the village bearing axes and crossbows leveled at Valeera. Valeera lands 300 feet away, her wings sending a cloud of snow into the air. Cedany circles off to the right hovering 80 feet in the air. The snow settles back to the ground as you dismount and the orcs stare curiously at the sight of people riding a huge dragon. Valeera transforms into the familiar red head female and an intense silence settles over the meadow. It is during the first moments of this silence that you take notice of the dark grey skinned orc standing in front of the rest. His overly muscular form towers a foot and a half over the others and stands gripping a great axe in each hand.
Aryn & Mucor- you can see at least three ballista's, aimed in your direction, hidden atop towers constructed to blend in with the forest trees.
(You have their attention.)
"Blessings friends. We are the Lightbringers. We come in peace. We are looking for the Blackrock Clan." Gaelin says holding his hands up in as in offense way as possible.
Persuasion: 29
1 (Torq, Mucor, Jinara, Gaelin, Cedany, Aryn)
"Friends? The lightbringers have shed more orc blood than most kingdoms. We are the Blackrock and we do not recognize you as heroes half breed. Those foolish enough to fall for that sorcerer's tricks are the same you slaughtered. You claim to come in peace yet fly in one a dragon as a show of force... Prove it. Tell your horse rider to land. Leave your weapons, belongings and dragon in the snow. No one here will take them. They are tainted with the blood of our brethren, stupid as they may be, and are of no value to us. If you do this then we can continue to talk." the hulking orc says in a low booming voice. The orcs behind him all stare forward at each of you, neither star struck or fearful. As the orc speaks you get a good look at his features, long white hair drapes from his head down to his upper chest over stitch work armor. Claws or talons of some sort protrude out of thick hide shoulder pauldrons. Aryn and Mucor see tiny arcs of lightning crackle sporadically between the tips of the claws. The hide continues down over the chest like an open vest and dull hardened scales line the exterior in an overlaying pattern. In each hand is a large steel great axe blood stained and etched with runes.
The orc stretches out his hand and points to Torq. "You, the winged warrior, will be the one we speak with... If you follow through on your peaceful intentions."
You hear Cedany's voice in your mind say, "Let me know what you want me to do guys."
(Will you agree to the orc's terms?)
(Woohoo lunch time DnD. Let's go Torq! You can take him!)
Aryn takes out her sword and bow and places them on the ground as showy as she can. "Come on down Cedany. We'll try diplomacy first." she says telepathically to the group in a tone that tells the group she isn't happy about it but knows it's probably for the best. "Well that's one way to say thank you for saving the rest of you "brethren" she adds telepathically. Aryn does not like this guy even as cool as he may look.
(Crap)
Torq will comply and place his weapons on the ground then take a few steps forward arms outstretched. "What do we do now?" Torq asks bluntly.
"Very well." Cedany says and swoops down and lands next to the group. She begrudgingly puts her sword and shield on the ground and crosses her arms putting on her best Olympic gymnast face also unhappy with the circumstances.
Valeera smiles and chuckles to herself. "People and their multitude of personalities are quite interesting to observe." she says in your minds.
(Didn't notice Torq posted.)
The orc grunts and tamps the axes into the ground leaving their handles sticking up out of the snow. He takes a few steps forward staring directly at Torq paying no mind to the rest of the group. "Now we talk one warrior to another. I am Urzok Saurfang... What is it you want with the Blackrock clan? To know how we resisted Daegon's tricks, easy we didn't accept his invitation. Ask your questions then leave us... in peace." Urzok says trying to anticipate your questions. He seems perturbed by your arrival but also speaks in a more educated and fluent tone than most orcs you've encountered. While his appearance is one of brawn you get the sense from his voice that there is more to him than just muscle.
Torq- depending on what/ how you ask, You can make a persuasion check with advantage or a deception/ intimidation check (straight roll).
Everyone else sees Torq's short but stout frame dwarfed by the orc as the two stand a few feet apart in the middle of the two groups.
"We are on another mission. We were attacked by a group of ancient dragons while meeting with Davara and Bahamut. The gods protected us and gave us leads to follow up on. One of these was an orc chief residing in the Withering Peaks in possession of a unique piece of armor. I have a feeling that's you. What can you tell us about the armor? Is it for sale or trade?" Torq says bluntly. He was a soldier, he wasn't a smooth talker so shooting straight was the best course of action in his mind.
Persuasion: 17
Urzok chuckles to himself. "Looks like I chose correctly. The truth is refreshing to hear, even as farfetched as it may sound. Ancient dragons... Bahamut... and Davara? Impressive... Perhaps there is more to your group then pointy ears and bloodlust. My armor is made from the trophies of creatures defeated in battle. An item such as this will never be for sale or for trade. Just like each piece it must be earned. If one of your group can defeat me in single combat I will give it to them, though it will not be an easy task." Urzok says eyeing each member of the group sizing them up. He turns back to Torq and says, "What say you? Will one of your own accept this challenge?"
(Who wants to fight? Thanks lunch crew! Now back to work. lol)
(I volunteer as tribute.)
(Oh boy! Battle of the barbs)
(You can do it!)
Whoever is fighting roll initiative!
Torq will bow and say, "It would be an honor to fight a warrior such as yourself. Do we use weapons or fists?"
Initiative: 14
If Torq goes first he would immediately rage and action surge to take as many attacks as possible.
(Noted)
Initiative: 10
Urzok nods and smiles. "I was hoping for you to volunteer. Grab whatever weapons you wish to use." he says and turns his back walking slowly to the two great axes in the snow. He picks up each and exhales deeply. He turns and shouts, "Mak'gora" All of the orcs lower their weapons and stare eagerly knowing what is to come... a fight to the death.
Attacks: 27 18 22 22 19 14 17
Damage: 7 17 14 12 14 13 9