Waterdeep: Camel Heist (2020)

"Took a small slice across me person, aye (4hp). Let's wake that last fecker up and find out jest how little he knows."

Scupper helps with any bindings making sure knots are tight

I realize Pirates have a look Mister Scupper but I don't think scars are mandatory. He gives Scupper a smile and offers him a slug of wine. He then has a healthy gulp himself.

Don't mean to be a Pooper of Parties but I've lost my appetite for "interrogation". I'll just be up the road a bit.

Varinth will climb atop Soodi and make his way a little further up the road.

Scupper takes the slug of wine.

"I've always the appetite...evidently. Still, it's less satisfying if they don't have any good information. Won't stop me from my work, mind ye. Seems I'm better at it than reliable swordplay...ah Vaz...don't go jest yet...you have to kill 'im with wine when we're done pullin pieces off."

Har Har Mr Scupper says Varinth as he and Soodi meander a ways off. I'll be exclusively trying to kill only myself with the crushed grape from now on, thangyouveymuch he retorts over his shoulder

“I am unharmed, as of yet.” Incantis watches the pyre with wide eyes.

Strix attempts to save a few strips of cloth from the dead orcs before they're burned so he can shove them in the live one's mouth while Scupper works on his pliability ahead of asking some questions. No point in telling the whole world they're there. Once the prisoner is set up, Strix sets about commemorating his awesome decision to buy manacles with an interpretive tune on his flute. 13

Dekhan will shake the orc awake. When he opens his eyes he’ll see Dekhan glaring at him, his eyes glowing and seeming to smoke. Dekhan says, in orc What is your name? Who is your chief? How many are you? Answer the questions or this will go badly for you. The hafling has a mean streak and he especially doesn’t like orcs.

Persuasion: 14

Strix, you manage to get some decent strips of very dirty cloth, some of which you stuff into the orc's mouth.  Your tune is pretty jaunty, and the flute suggests the clanking of the manacles quite well.

Dekhan, you wake the orc.  (That's Intimidation, so 16.)  He looks nervous and angry, but when he tries to answer he can't because he has strips of very dirty cloth stuffed into his mouth.  When you pull them out, he answers in orc (which you understand): I am Kottok.  Chief is Brughor Axe-Biter.  He grins.  He will cut you real good.  Come meet him at the old Tor.  He looks over at Scupper; Bring the pipsq...  He seems to stumble over his words, and he flinches then looks back at you.  Bring your friends, he says, trying to get his bluster back.

Zoria will saunter over to the interrogation and will cast guidance on the next charisma check made to the dwarf by Dekhan.

Scupper listens to Dekhan and the orc...

"Can't understand either one o' ye. Sounds like a couple o' pigs rutting.

You speak common ye feck? How many are ye? Ye can count on yer fingers while ye still have some."

 Dekhan looks at a Scupper, cracking a smile It’s not the prettiest language, but some of their poetry is actually quite beautiful in is savagery.   This is Kottok, his chief is Brughor Axe-Biter, he says we should go meet him at someplace called the Old Tor. He crouches next to the orc again. You speak common, Kottok?

 Strix addresses the Orc in its native tongue, punctuating his speech with jazzy bursts and stings. "I apologise for my diminutive companion" tootly-toot-toot "...he lacks the facility to elucidate in any but the basest of tongues. He has however raised a concern about both the number and necessity of you fingers? Shall we say the standard 4 - I confess I've always seen the thumb as an entity unto itself! - and very necessary indeed?"

"Is 4!" He says in common to Scupper. 

I speak, yes; Kottok replies in common.  The weak tongue of humans.  He sneers at Dekhan.  The poetry of the Orc matriarchs would leave you blind or deaf, little elfman.  You should go to the Tor.  Brughor is a fine poet.  He chuckles, but it turns into a cough; he's very weak.  We are maybe ten, maybe more.  Go and count.  

Alright, Kottok, we’ll go see this “Bugger Ass-biter“ of yours. Where is this Tor?

Strix, the orc grins at you.  Fingers and thumb are good.  To hold little man and pull off legs.  To crush neck.  To rip out spine.  To hold axe and cut off head.  To chop off arms.  To rip and tear and crack and split.  Very very good.  

Dekhan, Kottok describes the way to the Tor, and you realise this is probably Wyvern Tor, mentioned in the Townmaster Hester Groff's quest, though you never inquired with him for the details other than a basic idea of the location.  It's on the way that you were already travelling, in the hills south of Conyberry.

Indeed! They have many wonderful uses!" Strix declares, flicking the shackled orc on the ear. 

"If the lot of you want to go ahead for a bit, I can stay behind and discuss the finer points o' fingers and thumbs. Seems he is jest a scout and unlikely to have much more te say...but I'm willing te bet I can get him te say it..."

Scupper sits near the bound orc.

"Ah lad, I almost feel a bit rusty at this. We ah...been a bit easy on the last few prisoners. But don't let that worry ye. It's like fallin' of a log. It comes back fast and easy once I get started. Now orc raiders...I'm guessin' most o' ye been pretty savage, as is yer nature...lots o' rapin' an pillaging o' te innocent?"

Scupper, the orc nods.  Lots of burning.  Good sport, too.  Let them run then shoot in the back.  He grins.  I'm a good shot.  And a good cook.  I like to boil 'em alive in the pot.  They tell everything.  You get information, and fun, and then dinner.  All three.  He looks at you, appraising,  You know this, yes.  Your gang looking to recruit?

Zoria looks disgusted lol.