The Tortle Ranger Kirozi continues his hunt for Orcs through the brush of the woods. The dew of the night before's rain can be seen, felt, and smelled all around. It feels like home in these woods, with these tracks haphazardly laid out before you.
You can hear heavy breathing and Orcish grunts not far ahead, through the thick brush. This prey is soon to be caught.
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Kirozi stalks silently through the woods, he sniffs the air as he catches the foul scent of orcs, and can hear their voices like gravel on the wind. He draws his sickles and follows their sound slowly, attempting to catch them off guard. Stealth 22Perception 9
As an animal on the prowl, you slip through the brush as I'd you were part of them yourself. In a small clearing, some 60ft ahead; you see the Orc resting, trying to catch his breath. He knows not what hunts him through these dense woods; but he knows he's being hunted.
As you edge closer; a squirrel runs across your foot; making enough noise in the process to catch the Orc's attention. Upon seeing you, he books; but you can tell he can't run much longer.
Kirozi follows, fleet footed despite his size and shell. He speaks in orcish, "Come, tell me of your fellows, and I will let you rest." Intimidation 13
"You have no tribe, no clan, no camp? I find that hard to believe." Kizori listens for the response, knowing how easily you can lose prey to the trees. Perception 12
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Kirozi approaches the fallen orc, swift and silent. He draws on the orc, and whips a sickle towards the orc's neck. "Where." A demand more than question. Stealth 12Intimidate 7Attack Attack: 21 Damage: 4
"About 30 of us! We, were traveling... looking for a new home. I was sent to scout these woods to see if it was safe; if it could be a home." Tears are starting to fall down his cheeks, he is pinned to the ground, your blade occasionally nicking his neck and shoulders. "Please, let me tell them it's not..." His eyes widen as your blade comes towards him once more.
Kirozi ponders a moment to himself. He has no I'll will towards this orc, his hatchmates were long dead, and killing every orc wasn't on his to-do list. "Why were you expelled from your last home? We're you raiders?" He moves his other sickle through the dirt near the orcs ear, ensuring that the noise sounded bigger than it was. Intimidation19
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"Seems reasonable. There is a cove to the north. Plenty of animals, and farmable land. There are no nearby villages for plunder, nor threats to your existence." He withdraws his sickles, but before he moves away, he takes the orcs weapons and throws them as far as he can in different directions. "No caves, but beautiful land and sunsets. I'll visit in sometime, see how you are faring." He stands and moves back into the brush. Throw 20
The Orc gets up, and begins to run; but then skids to a stop. He turns back and with fear and some reverence in his voice, calls out; "What shall we call you when you return?"
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"Kirozi. Build well!" Then he stalks silently back into the woods, heading east. He had explored this forest at depth already, and found nothing overly interesting. He was on his to see what the humans had built since his parents had been there. Stealth 8
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The Tortle Ranger Kirozi continues his hunt for Orcs through the brush of the woods. The dew of the night before's rain can be seen, felt, and smelled all around. It feels like home in these woods, with these tracks haphazardly laid out before you.
You can hear heavy breathing and Orcish grunts not far ahead, through the thick brush. This prey is soon to be caught.
Kirozi stalks silently through the woods, he sniffs the air as he catches the foul scent of orcs, and can hear their voices like gravel on the wind. He draws his sickles and follows their sound slowly, attempting to catch them off guard. Stealth 22 Perception 9
As an animal on the prowl, you slip through the brush as I'd you were part of them yourself. In a small clearing, some 60ft ahead; you see the Orc resting, trying to catch his breath. He knows not what hunts him through these dense woods; but he knows he's being hunted.
Draw his sickles, he moves closer, staying in the shadows as he approaches. He listens, hoping to overhear what the orc may have to say. Stealth 10
As you edge closer; a squirrel runs across your foot; making enough noise in the process to catch the Orc's attention. Upon seeing you, he books; but you can tell he can't run much longer.
Kirozi follows, fleet footed despite his size and shell. He speaks in orcish, "Come, tell me of your fellows, and I will let you rest." Intimidation 13
"Fellows? What fellows? I'm alone, I swear!" The Orc replies in fear.
(Make an Insight Check)
Insight 11
It seems unlikely, but this Orc appears to be alone.
"You have no tribe, no clan, no camp? I find that hard to believe." Kizori listens for the response, knowing how easily you can lose prey to the trees. Perception 12
"None here." He replies frantically, tripping over a low branch and falling into thick shrubs. He struggles to get out.
Kirozi approaches the fallen orc, swift and silent. He draws on the orc, and whips a sickle towards the orc's neck. "Where." A demand more than question. Stealth 12 Intimidate 7 Attack Attack: 21 Damage: 4
You maneuver close to him; your blade moves within inches of his throat and he calls out, "Outside the woods!", in terror.
"How many?" He whips the sickle back and forth in an almost playful manner. Intimidation 12
"About 30 of us! We, were traveling... looking for a new home. I was sent to scout these woods to see if it was safe; if it could be a home." Tears are starting to fall down his cheeks, he is pinned to the ground, your blade occasionally nicking his neck and shoulders. "Please, let me tell them it's not..." His eyes widen as your blade comes towards him once more.
(Make an Intelligence Save)
Kirozi ponders a moment to himself. He has no I'll will towards this orc, his hatchmates were long dead, and killing every orc wasn't on his to-do list. "Why were you expelled from your last home? We're you raiders?" He moves his other sickle through the dirt near the orcs ear, ensuring that the noise sounded bigger than it was. Intimidation 19
He flinches. "No, we just run out of food and treasure. We thought there would be food here.". He stares at the blade.
"Seems reasonable. There is a cove to the north. Plenty of animals, and farmable land. There are no nearby villages for plunder, nor threats to your existence." He withdraws his sickles, but before he moves away, he takes the orcs weapons and throws them as far as he can in different directions. "No caves, but beautiful land and sunsets. I'll visit in sometime, see how you are faring." He stands and moves back into the brush. Throw 20
The Orc gets up, and begins to run; but then skids to a stop. He turns back and with fear and some reverence in his voice, calls out; "What shall we call you when you return?"
"Kirozi. Build well!" Then he stalks silently back into the woods, heading east. He had explored this forest at depth already, and found nothing overly interesting. He was on his to see what the humans had built since his parents had been there. Stealth 8