“A world shattered?" His tone told her that he thought her words a gross understatement. "Terrible hardly begins to describe it. We thought the world was ending. The sky burned. The continents ripped apart. Lava flowed. Wild magic danced from mountain peak to mountain peak. Sometimes the tips of mountains rose into the air and floated away. Sometimes they crashed down and killed thousands.”
Captured by a warband of Orc's you have been brought before their warchief, who gazes down upon you in his large hut...
"Dwarf," the Orc begins. "We do not need to be enemies. Tell me, what skills have you? I am always looking to grow my warband and increase our foothold upon this region."
"Is that so?" he replies, "Mock Groc, he shouts!" The orc gaurds around begin to cheer and shout, stomping the ground with their weapons and beating their fists against their chests. "we will test your... skills," he grins. "Bruutia," "Test this dwarves, claim!" he points out toward the exit of the hut where the chants and shouts of other orcs can be heard, the word of a challenge has begun to spread quickly and orcs gather around to make a fighting circle.
Making your way outside with the others, Bruutia, a small nimble orc, gives you a wink and latches a cover across her face. hiding her mouth and nose. she draws two daggers and the warchief asks, "Dwarf? which weapon do you wield best?"
The warchief nods to a large orc covered in smut and ash, he bares large scares across his chest and wears a blacksmithing apron. The smith walks but a few paces towards an anvil and sharpening wheel and grabs the weapons you asked for, he tosses them in your direction and the clank and bang upon the ground at your feet.
Bruuta patiently awaits you to make the first move, when you have finished gathering your equipment. Roll initiative !
your blades both swing wide, not even contacting the orc, she bellows out a loud laugh and the crowd follows suite. Its become quite the spectacle, watching this dwarf swipe at air.
She returns two swings with her daggers, 13, miss ..
17, she stabs the blade quickly into your abdomen and jerks it out along with a spew of blood that trickles down your stomach 5 damage
The blade slices the orc clean open from side to side, she quickly disengages and clutches her stomach,
"Enough!" yells the Warchief, "to land a single blow upon Brutta is proof enough that you are not some simpleton.... Very good! Very good!" he smiles.
"I will give you the details of your quest back in my hut."
"Malgore," he roars, "see to it that Bruuta is taken care of, clean her up and lay her down upon my bed. Tonight i will mate with her." The crowd lets loose in cheer and excitement.
your attempt at orcish seemlessly blends in with the other chants and cheers and no offence is given or taken from the orcs.
Entering the hut the warchief takes a seat upon his make shift throne. He nods to you with respect.
"I have many enemies dwarf. I need you to investigate a rumor of a dark magic trying to regain control on this land. Head into the foothills to the south and find a cave, discover what secrets lie within and return them to me. Do this, and your freedom is yours." He gestures to what you thought was a decorative tree to the left of the throne, "take neela with you," as he begins you see a the branches of the tree begin to moves and twist, a large snake perfectly camouflaged within begins to uncoil and slither towards you. "an elf once, she and her people came to our warband when the giants of the north threatened their people. we gave them shelter and aid, in return she swore an oath to serve our warband for eternity."
as the snake approaches you she begins to coil herself up around your body, a calm soothing voice enters your head, "fear not my friend, i will aid you upon your journey, ssssurely we will not fail thesssssse orcsssss."
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“A world shattered?" His tone told her that he thought her words a gross understatement. "Terrible hardly begins to describe it. We thought the world was ending. The sky burned. The continents ripped apart. Lava flowed. Wild magic danced from mountain peak to mountain peak. Sometimes the tips of mountains rose into the air and floated away. Sometimes they crashed down and killed thousands.”
Captured by a warband of Orc's you have been brought before their warchief, who gazes down upon you in his large hut...
"Dwarf," the Orc begins. "We do not need to be enemies. Tell me, what skills have you? I am always looking to grow my warband and increase our foothold upon this region."
"I'm a skilled fighter. Who are your enemies? Let me help take them down"
"Is that so?" he replies, "Mock Groc, he shouts!" The orc gaurds around begin to cheer and shout, stomping the ground with their weapons and beating their fists against their chests. "we will test your... skills," he grins. "Bruutia," "Test this dwarves, claim!" he points out toward the exit of the hut where the chants and shouts of other orcs can be heard, the word of a challenge has begun to spread quickly and orcs gather around to make a fighting circle.
Making your way outside with the others, Bruutia, a small nimble orc, gives you a wink and latches a cover across her face. hiding her mouth and nose. she draws two daggers and the warchief asks, "Dwarf? which weapon do you wield best?"
"I see your fighter has 2 daggers. I'll take two weapons as well - it's only fair. Pass me two scimitars and I'll make quick work of her"
Do I have my armor on?
The warchief nods to a large orc covered in smut and ash, he bares large scares across his chest and wears a blacksmithing apron. The smith walks but a few paces towards an anvil and sharpening wheel and grabs the weapons you asked for, he tosses them in your direction and the clank and bang upon the ground at your feet.
Bruuta patiently awaits you to make the first move, when you have finished gathering your equipment. Roll initiative !
6
21
before you can seem to brace for combat, Bruuta is upon you swiping furiously with her two daggers.
18 to hit
her first attack strikes true, dealing 6 damage and her second attack 16
just meets your armor class and deals 6
she disengages with her bonus action and circles the pit, the chants of orcish fill the air and you can see a sly grin stretch across her face,
your move..
I charge at her and attack with my scimitars. 11 and 12 to hit. If they hit it would be 5 damage and 7 damage respectively.
your blades both swing wide, not even contacting the orc, she bellows out a loud laugh and the crowd follows suite. Its become quite the spectacle, watching this dwarf swipe at air.
She returns two swings with her daggers, 13, miss ..
17, she stabs the blade quickly into your abdomen and jerks it out along with a spew of blood that trickles down your stomach 5 damage
... your move
I use my bonus action to get a second wind and regain 6 HP.
Attack with my scimitar once - miss with another 12
Action surge scimitar attack - 18 to hit. 8 damage if hits
The blade slices the orc clean open from side to side, she quickly disengages and clutches her stomach,
"Enough!" yells the Warchief, "to land a single blow upon Brutta is proof enough that you are not some simpleton.... Very good! Very good!" he smiles.
"I will give you the details of your quest back in my hut."
"Malgore," he roars, "see to it that Bruuta is taken care of, clean her up and lay her down upon my bed. Tonight i will mate with her." The crowd lets loose in cheer and excitement.
"Mock Groc!"he shouts
"Mock Groc!" the crowd returns
The warchief begins towards his hut...
"Mock Groc!" I follow him to the hut, thrusting my weapons in the air in trimuph
make a performance check
3
your attempt at orcish seemlessly blends in with the other chants and cheers and no offence is given or taken from the orcs.
Entering the hut the warchief takes a seat upon his make shift throne. He nods to you with respect.
"I have many enemies dwarf. I need you to investigate a rumor of a dark magic trying to regain control on this land. Head into the foothills to the south and find a cave, discover what secrets lie within and return them to me. Do this, and your freedom is yours." He gestures to what you thought was a decorative tree to the left of the throne, "take neela with you," as he begins you see a the branches of the tree begin to moves and twist, a large snake perfectly camouflaged within begins to uncoil and slither towards you. "an elf once, she and her people came to our warband when the giants of the north threatened their people. we gave them shelter and aid, in return she swore an oath to serve our warband for eternity."
as the snake approaches you she begins to coil herself up around your body, a calm soothing voice enters your head, "fear not my friend, i will aid you upon your journey, ssssurely we will not fail thesssssse orcsssss."