Background: Sitting around one Saturday we decided to run a simple one shot adventure. As a joke we all made orcs and we proceeded to kick down every door and kill everything. Only we had no healing, and we refuse to rest, we just kept going, until eventually we pulled the entire dungeon on our heads and died. (Gallantly I might add, taking out a goblin when I was down to 0 hp)
We decided then that we would make a real party of orcs, with a background, and balance. But we would stick to the principles of what it means to be an orc; even the wizard would have a strength of 18. The first class that came to my head was the dragon shaman. With him in our party we wouldn't need a cleric and would not have to rest, that way we could fulfill our goal of kicking in every door and never resting.
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Background
1,274 years ago a green dragon by the name of Vaectorfinyairuxo signed a pact with a tribe of orcs. The orcs saw this as a sign from Gruumsh. He had sent them a dragon to protect them and to aid them in conquest. What other explanation could explain why a powerful dragon would aid a tribe of orcs? The tribes name was officially renamed from Lion’s Pounce to The One Eye’d Dragons Claw. The pact was mutually beneficial. The dragon taught the orcs divine worship of dragons, thus the shamans of the tribe began to revere and emulate dragons. With their powers aiding the tribe, raids grew more bold and fearsome. The green dragon also taught the tribe the powers of arcane magic, especially necromancy. In exchange the orcish tribes brought tribute, everything of value was given to the green dragon; especially tomes on necromancy.
This green dragon had a purpose, a fear. He feared death and sought immortality The Green Dragon studied Necromancy actively for over a thousand years. (He also loved orc flesh. Any arcane pupil who failed, and there were many, were consumed)
The tribes leaders were still chosen from the mystical connection to the lion, an ancient tradition. However many thought these traditions were outdated; specifically the Dragon Shamans and those who could wield the powers of necromancy. This caused a perpetual leadership conflict that existed until the tribes’ unfortunate downfall.
Two years ago the green dragon Vaectorfinyairuxo achieved his lifelong goal. He became a dracolich. However this wasn’t enough. He still realized that if word got out about him that he would be hunted. He could be defeated by powerful heroes. No, any knowledge of his existence must be eliminated. In his paranoia he slaughtered the orcish tribe The One Eye’d Dragon’s Claw. He though he killed every single orc. He animated as many corpses he could and flew back to his lair to embrace eternity.
Another event had transpired that night. Three orcs had gathered far away from the tribe to discuss yet again, who was actually in charge of the clan. If not for standing on the holy site of Gruumsh, much bloodshed would have fallen to the ground. As usual no progress was made. When they returned to the tribe they found death. Searching through the bodies they found no survivors. Fearing whoever was powerful enough to kill the entire village the orcs quickly went to leave. On the way out a moan was heard from a pile of bodies. A survivor. Confused because the dragon shaman's aura originally had no effect on the pile of corpses, they helped there comrade to his feet and eventually found out the story of the dragon's betrayal.
In the two years that have past much has changed. The four orcs have traveled together, being pretty stupid their goals are simple. Originally they had intended to throw themselves into battle with the nearest elf village, taking as many elves with them as they could. Then they realized that revenge against this dragon would be the best action. He had betrayed the orcs, and obviously he had betrayed Gruumsh. For was it not Gruumsh who sent the green dragon to them? It was a double insult. But even these orcs knew that such a task was impossible. Impossible, until one day a passing half-orc bard told them the story of a human. This human was capable of defeating dragons. Surely if a human could learn to defeat a dragon, then an orc could learn how too; and faster!
They learned that he wielded powerful magical items and had learned to battle dragons from a young age. If the only thing between the orcs and killing the green dragon was some magical items all they had to do was get some. The dragon shaman under the guise of a half-orc snuck into the human city and using everything he had learned about the civilized race struck up a conversation with the human. Kolt Dragon Slayer he was called. They learned that Kolt had been a professional adventurer all his life, and that he accumulated great amounts of coin and magical gear and that in the realms there is always work for an adventurer. He also mentioned hearing about an adventure in the city of Palischuk.
Thus the four orcs have a new goal. Pretend to be adventurer’s, get magical items, kill the dragon who betrayed them. (And keep a track of who is killing more people)
1,274 years ago a green dragon by the name of Vaectorfinyairuxo signed a pact with a tribe of orcs. The orcs saw this as a sign from Gruumsh. He had sent them a dragon to protect them and to aid them in conquest. What other explanation could explain why a powerful dragon would aid a tribe of orcs? The tribes name was officially renamed from Lion’s Pounce to The One Eye’d Dragons Claw. The pact was mutually beneficial. The dragon taught the orcs divine worship of dragons, thus the shamans of the tribe began to revere and emulate dragons. With their powers aiding the tribe, raids grew more bold and fearsome. The green dragon also taught the tribe the powers of arcane magic, especially necromancy. In exchange the orcish tribes brought tribute, everything of value was given to the green dragon; especially tomes on necromancy.
This green dragon had a purpose, a fear. He feared death and sought immortality The Green Dragon studied Necromancy actively for over a thousand years. (He also loved orc flesh. Any arcane pupil who failed, and there were many, were consumed)
The tribes leaders were still chosen from the mystical connection to the lion, an ancient tradition. However many thought these traditions were outdated; specifically the Dragon Shamans and those who could wield the powers of necromancy. This caused a perpetual leadership conflict that existed until the tribes’ unfortunate downfall.
Two years ago the green dragon Vaectorfinyairuxo achieved his lifelong goal. He became a dracolich. However this wasn’t enough. He still realized that if word got out about him that he would be hunted. He could be defeated by powerful heroes. No, any knowledge of his existence must be eliminated. In his paranoia he slaughtered the orcish tribe The One Eye’d Dragon’s Claw. He though he killed every single orc. He animated as many corpses he could and flew back to his lair to embrace eternity.
Another event had transpired that night. Three orcs had gathered far away from the tribe to discuss yet again, who was actually in charge of the clan. If not for standing on the holy site of Gruumsh, much bloodshed would have fallen to the ground. As usual no progress was made. When they returned to the tribe they found death. Searching through the bodies they found no survivors. Fearing whoever was powerful enough to kill the entire village the orcs quickly went to leave. On the way out a moan was heard from a pile of bodies. A survivor. Confused because the dragon shaman's aura originally had no effect on the pile of corpses, they helped there comrade to his feet and eventually found out the story of the dragon's betrayal.
In the two years that have past much has changed. The four orcs have traveled together, being pretty stupid their goals are simple. Originally they had intended to throw themselves into battle with the nearest elf village, taking as many elves with them as they could. Then they realized that revenge against this dragon would be the best action. He had betrayed the orcs, and obviously he had betrayed Gruumsh. For was it not Gruumsh who sent the green dragon to them? It was a double insult. But even these orcs knew that such a task was impossible. Impossible, until one day a passing half-orc bard told them the story of a human. This human was capable of defeating dragons. Surely if a human could learn to defeat a dragon, then an orc could learn how too; and faster!
They learned that he wielded powerful magical items and had learned to battle dragons from a young age. If the only thing between the orcs and killing the green dragon was some magical items all they had to do was get some. The dragon shaman under the guise of a half-orc snuck into the human city and using everything he had learned about the civilized race struck up a conversation with the human. Kolt Dragon Slayer he was called. They learned that Kolt had been a professional adventurer all his life, and that he accumulated great amounts of coin and magical gear and that in the realms there is always work for an adventurer. He also mentioned hearing about an adventure in the city of Palischuk.
Thus the four orcs have a new goal. Pretend to be adventurer’s, get magical items, kill the dragon who betrayed them. (And keep a track of who is killing more people)
Gorgoldand's Gauntlet
March 31, 2009
Session I: 14th of Nightal, 1374 DR
Having heard rumors of adventure near the ruined keep of Palischuk from Kolt Dragon Slayer, what remained of the One Eye'd Dragon's Claw Clan set off in search of their fortune hoping that it would bring them one step close to getting the magical items necessary to combat the fearsome dracolich.
The game started as we approached the ruined keep of Palischuk. We happened to know that this aged fortress is host to a small city of half-orcs. Persecuted and driven from their lands, these half breeds haphazardly rebuilt what was left of the keep and turned it into their home.
As we approached the gates a pair of half-orc guards immediately were on guard. They looked scared, Zuk thought this was good. They were already showing us respect. At first negotiations to allow us to enter did not fair that well. Especially with the crusader hinting at fighting our way through and me agreeing with them that orcs are evil by nature. However Krunc, the dragon shaman, convinced the guards that we were all half-orcs adventures. Although we may look like orcs, he says, we actually are from far to the south and west and man, you should see what the full bloodied orcs look like. The stupid half-orc guards believe Krunc and allow us to enter. We believe they fell for it because of their human blood, real orcs would never have believed those lies.
Walking through the twisting halls of the rebuilt fortress we happened upon a door with a roughly fashioned tankard situated above it. The door was heavy and made of a good thick wood. I reasoned that it must be the tavern. Setting the tone for the adventure I decided to kick the door down. Rolling a 19 +4 I easily shatter the DC 20 strength check needed and I turn the door into firewood. Needless to say the local patrons were terrified. Some ran for cover while others grabbed tankards and chairs, ready to fight for their very lives. Krunc calmed everyone down and soothed them with promise of free beer. I attempted to woo a female half-orc, that didn't turn out terribly well. She ran off screaming, must be the huge scythe I'm hefting around. Eventually Krunc was able to win over the tavern's bartender. Strangely the half-orc's here don't seem to all understand the beautiful orcish language.
The bartender explained that the "adventure" that we had heard was referring to a local cave commonly known as Gorgoldand's Gauntlet. rumor had it that a dragon had constructed this dungeon of sorts to test local adventurers. Those that braved the perils of the Gauntlet were said to be rewarded with great treasures. The barkeep also mentioned that maps and directions to the cave were openly distributed in the are and although no one knew where they came from, most shopkeepers and townsfolk that deal with adventueres had a copy or two in store should anyone be interested.
I immediately went off in search of the map, eager to get it before any of my brethren. Unfortunately my idea of asking random people in the keep did not go well. Apparently speaking orcish here is frowned upon.
Krunc oh so smart reasoned that adventurers must like beer too and, as his comrades wandered off, he requested a copy of the map from the man who had, not moments earlier, served them their drinks. As fate would have it he returned not moments later with a sheet of parchment detailing the path to Gorgoldand's Gauntlet. The adventure was afoot! We would leave at sunset!
Session I: 14th of Nightal, 1374 DR
Having heard rumors of adventure near the ruined keep of Palischuk from Kolt Dragon Slayer, what remained of the One Eye'd Dragon's Claw Clan set off in search of their fortune hoping that it would bring them one step close to getting the magical items necessary to combat the fearsome dracolich.
The game started as we approached the ruined keep of Palischuk. We happened to know that this aged fortress is host to a small city of half-orcs. Persecuted and driven from their lands, these half breeds haphazardly rebuilt what was left of the keep and turned it into their home.
As we approached the gates a pair of half-orc guards immediately were on guard. They looked scared, Zuk thought this was good. They were already showing us respect. At first negotiations to allow us to enter did not fair that well. Especially with the crusader hinting at fighting our way through and me agreeing with them that orcs are evil by nature. However Krunc, the dragon shaman, convinced the guards that we were all half-orcs adventures. Although we may look like orcs, he says, we actually are from far to the south and west and man, you should see what the full bloodied orcs look like. The stupid half-orc guards believe Krunc and allow us to enter. We believe they fell for it because of their human blood, real orcs would never have believed those lies.
Walking through the twisting halls of the rebuilt fortress we happened upon a door with a roughly fashioned tankard situated above it. The door was heavy and made of a good thick wood. I reasoned that it must be the tavern. Setting the tone for the adventure I decided to kick the door down. Rolling a 19 +4 I easily shatter the DC 20 strength check needed and I turn the door into firewood. Needless to say the local patrons were terrified. Some ran for cover while others grabbed tankards and chairs, ready to fight for their very lives. Krunc calmed everyone down and soothed them with promise of free beer. I attempted to woo a female half-orc, that didn't turn out terribly well. She ran off screaming, must be the huge scythe I'm hefting around. Eventually Krunc was able to win over the tavern's bartender. Strangely the half-orc's here don't seem to all understand the beautiful orcish language.
The bartender explained that the "adventure" that we had heard was referring to a local cave commonly known as Gorgoldand's Gauntlet. rumor had it that a dragon had constructed this dungeon of sorts to test local adventurers. Those that braved the perils of the Gauntlet were said to be rewarded with great treasures. The barkeep also mentioned that maps and directions to the cave were openly distributed in the are and although no one knew where they came from, most shopkeepers and townsfolk that deal with adventueres had a copy or two in store should anyone be interested.
I immediately went off in search of the map, eager to get it before any of my brethren. Unfortunately my idea of asking random people in the keep did not go well. Apparently speaking orcish here is frowned upon.
Krunc oh so smart reasoned that adventurers must like beer too and, as his comrades wandered off, he requested a copy of the map from the man who had, not moments earlier, served them their drinks. As fate would have it he returned not moments later with a sheet of parchment detailing the path to Gorgoldand's Gauntlet. The adventure was afoot! We would leave at sunset!
April 23, 2009
With the Ogre slain we did not notice immediately that Grutt was not standing up, quickly healing like he should have been. By the time we did notice Grutt was dead several minutes had gone by. We had looted the ogre’s corpse, his treasure chest, eaten some of the oger'es choicer body parts, and ordered the guards to bring us whoever was in charge. To be quiet honest, I was very pleased that Grutt was dead. He had been a burden and a hindrance to our quest, I was a verrrry happy orc. I noticed what looked like a tear in Krunc's eyes.
An orc female walked into the room. We looked at her in confusion ( I must explain to some of you so called ‘more cultured’ races; in an orc tribe, females are useful for breeding with, cooking, and taking care of the offspring; they are never in a position of power). Krunc began to slick back his hair, Gruumsh only knows why.
“So you are the ones who have defeated Orgoth, and now who among you will lead this tribe” she says to us. Before I can even begin to formulate my thought Krunc steps forward, “Thank you I am this tribes leader, let it be known that Krunc Dragon Shaman is now leading this tribe.”
Now, I really didn't want this position. First of all this band of orcs allowed a non-orc to lead them. Something Gruumsh would frown heavily upon. Second, I asked the guards to bring us someone in charge, they brought us a female orc. I fear for this tribe, they are not following the ways of Gruumsh and have grown soft. This explains why the guards did not help in the attack on Orgoth the ogre. I suspect that Grutt would still be alive if the cowardly orc guards had aided us. I shall make an example of them. I notice that Krunc is pointing at Gorm, telling of his strength and exploits, I see the look in Gorm’s eyes, another tribe that he can lead. Krunc fitting right in, already seeking power.
No. The easy chain of cause and effect runs through my head. We will never leave this place. Our lives as adventurers are over. Here in this **** hole I will never learn what I must in order to live for eternity. The green dragon Vaectorfinyairuxo had figured out the secrets to lichdom, I too want to live forever. If I want to live forever I must keep searching the world for lost tomes, I must keep adventuring. I must get Krunc and Gorm to leave. Yet I know they won't... I can lead them out of here but how? I look at Grutt’s body, laying on the floor, blood just now beginning to solidify. I in a flash of brilliance realize that he who is Grutt was the glue who held us together in our revenge. If he were to return, surely we would venture away from this girly clan of, I dare say, orcs. In order for us to continue we would have to seek out powerful divine magic to reincarnate his body. I have heard of druids and clerics with the ability to return life to the dead. I had already begun to formulate my plan. I would demand that Gorm and Krunc in the name of Gruumsh, seek out a way to bring back to life Grutt, so that we may continue our adventure.
Speaking up I ask the girl orc shaman, “Do you know of any druids in the area.” She looks slightly surprised, “Actually our scouts recently returned did say something about a druid twisting the forest and returning it to nature, why do you ask?” I glare at her, “Leave, and return with the male orc who is the strongest, I don’t know how this clan was run by Orgoth, but in an Orc clan I will summon you when I need something cooked, or maybe if Gorm is in one of his moods” We all look at Gorm, who was in the process of reaching deeply down his pants and scratching something filthy. Quickly he took his hand out of his pants and tried to slick back his bald head, while grinning.
She departs with haste and eventually another orc strolls in. His name was Old Yarik apparently because of his age. He tells us about the peace allegiance they made with the Troglodytes. I glare at him in anger. “Where in the doctrine of Gruumsh does it talk about making peace with other races? This tribe has the mentality of elves, and by Gruumsh I will not allow it!” I ask if they at least have any prisoners.
A male human and a female gnome are brought before us. I smile at them and ask them if they have any skills useful to this tribe, that I allow them to live, I mean Krunc the leader... Krunc nods approvingly. Apparently they don’t speak orc. “Why useful to clan, allow you to live” Krunc asks. The human is dumber than Grutt, he just keeps muttering about a half-orc that will return to save them. I laugh and ask them if he had a map that looked like this. (I show them the map we got from the half-orc we killed) The human doesn’t figure it out, the gnome does. Apparently they were waiting for adventurers to save them, I will save them. For dinner.
Later in the dining hall, we announce that we are leaving. The scouts return from their week long hunt and are surprised at the news. I tell them that we will be leaving at once to find this druid who can restore life to Grutt, so that we may continue on our adventure to avenge our tribe and Gruumsh! Before we leave Krunc turns Grutt’s body into rations. We all get a good laugh at the idea of Grutt eating himself later.
Apparently this wooded area is five days away. We press forth with haste jogging for many miles each day through the cold of the far north. There are five of us, Gorm, Krunc, myself, and two of the orc scouts. Most days we run without ever seeing another living soul. We talk about the weak state of the tribe, and what we can do to make sure they survive as orcs should, without us, when we leave. Our plan is to wage war against the troglodytes further in the cave and to bring one young aspiring warrior along with us, so that he may see what being an Orc really means.
We arrive in the woods and make are way deeper to find this druid. While I have no problem with druids they always have a problem with the undead. I’ll hide my aspirations.
The woods themselves seem to lead us to him, he see’s us before we see him. He is wearing the holy symbol of Malar, god of the hunt. He announces in common, “I have been expecting you”. I walk forward unafraid of this cloaked figure. “We have traveled many leagues to seek you out, we are here to ask that you restore body and soul to Grutt, so that we may seek out our revenge against the dracholich who has betrayed us.” He has a look on his face, (which Gorm tells me later was a look of shock, as if he would never expect orcs to ask such a thing) ignoring the look I say “But you already knew that because you were expecting us”
He smiles, “actually this is perfect, I will do this favor for you, in return I need you to slaughter some pesky elves that have taken residence in my woods, you see I am trying to restore the natural order here, that nature may return to the way it once was, the way it’s suppose to be. Other druids in the region are opposing me, however they do not realize I am here. This is why I ask you to attack these elves, so that when there bodies are found, they will be taken for a mere orc raiding party. If I were to do it myself, others would see that the bodies were attacked by animal, I would give myself away” Krunc , grinning “You had me at elves” We all agree, we are off, to kill elves!
The druid has two wolves lead us to where they are, on the way there we discuss the point system for killing elves. They leave us alone in the woods after two miles. I tell one of the two orc scouts to scout forward. He gets about twenty feet whenn suddenly one of the trees attacks slashing into the scout. Elves start appearing from behind trees seemingly ready for our attack.
Gorm runs in wildly swinging his long sword at an elf who easily parries his wild swing. I chuck a javelin at the tree and watch as it harmlessly passes through the mostly leaves and branches; normal weapons won't work. The orc scout begins to engage it with his flail when two arrows slam into his back; he crumples to the ground. I yell out to Krunc that we need VIGOR!! Then to the orc scout I tell him to slay the elf with the bow. Krunc charges in screaming "Vigor" and stumbles forward clumsily swinging his great axe hitting nothing but air. I notice the tree begins to do something odd with its branches (I found out later it put Gorm to sleep) I charged in and begin to wrestle with the tree, channeling negative energy into it the leaves and branches begin to fall and it begins to moan. At this point Gorm is getting wailed into, he somehow was on the ground and two elves are standing above him wailing on him with weapons. Standing up ignoring their repeated attacks a look of pure insanity passes over his eyes. He begins to scream, froth and saliva spittle forth from his mouth.
Meanwhile the orc scout I had sent to kill the archer didn’t even make it half way before two arrows found themselves buried into his body. The tree is busy scratching me, but I can barely feel it, I have figured out how to alter my body so that it behaves more like an undead creature. Gorm cleaves through the elf and takes a five foot step over towards me. I’m wrestling with the tree still when he chops through the very base with one swing. (Guess it can be hurt by weapons)
The tree dead, I hear Krunc calling for help, pulling out my scythe I leap over a dead elf and I swing my scythe as hard as I could at the elf. Unbelievable I miss, the elf stands tall about to swing at me with his sword when the top half of his body slides backwards followed moments later by his bottom half falling forward. (New record 46 points of damage) I smile at Krunc, “1 point for me, 0 for Krunc
Krunc angrily charges past Gorm who has in his screaming rage cleaved another elf, cleanly removing his head from his body. I watch in pride as Krunc slams his great axe into the archer ending him. We high-five each other and wait for Gorm to calm down. Man he looks messed up, luckily his wounds heal and eventually the orc scouts stand up as well.
We begin to eat our respective kills when the druid shows up.
“I will uphold my end of the bargain since I feel that I may have future use for you, do you have what I need to cast the spell”
“Um.. what?
“You didn’t bring his body?
“No, why would we need his body?
At this point even I can tell he looks mad.
“Well looks like you orcs are out of luck, in order to cast the spell I need at least some part of his body. There probably isn’t enough time to go back and get it either, tough luck to you chaps”
He begins to walk away. I look down defeated, no it wasn’t supposed to happen this way. Gorm is gripping his longsword in a way that will probably kill us all, he's about to attack the druid. Maybe it’s for the better. One of the scouts pulls out his rations and begins to eat as one of you might pull out a tub of popcorn to watch a movie, we of course would not allow them to dine on elves since you get to eat only what you kill. It’s then I remember, we have the salted rations made from the remains of Grutt.
“Wait We have what you need!” I pull out a hunk of meat, salted and wrapped. He looks down at it and asks me if I’m sure that this was from Grutt. If he reincarnates a deer he tells us that we will never leave this forest alive.
“By Gruumsh … and Malar I swear this to be Grutt Rations that we prepared so that he may have food when he comes back!”
“He glares at me, very well then" and he begins to cast the spell
We watch for ten minutes as he chants out to Malar, rubbing ointments and occasionally pouring oils over it. After ten minutes he rest.
We look around waiting expectantly, nothing happens. “Where is he” Krunc demands. The druid looks annoyed, the spell takes time just wait, don’t worry I won’t leave until he gets here. I have never actually casted this spell before and I’d like to see what happens.
An hour passes, we pass the time eating elf and telling jokes. Finally a brilliant white light appears, we stare in awe as the light slowly fades. It takes a while for us to see again, as our vision is not accustomed to such bright lights but when we do we see sleeping in the snow, a naked female Halfling. We keep talking and eating, “the druid summoned us a snack while we wait, that was very thoughtful” I say
Then we notice the druid smiling and beginning to leave. Gorm puts down his elf casserole he made using the elf skulls as a makeshift bowl and stands up.
“Tree man you messed up!” he screams in common.
I look back at the Halfling in confusion then at Gorm. Did he figure out something that I’m missing?
The Halfling wakes up. I ask aloud "where’s Grutt?”
The druid says, “I have finished my purpose here, I wish you great orcs nothing but the best.”
The Halfling standing at 2’8’’ looks around…. and says in orcish, “I don’t want to play anymore”
“Where’s Grutt” I say again, still not getting it.
With the Ogre slain we did not notice immediately that Grutt was not standing up, quickly healing like he should have been. By the time we did notice Grutt was dead several minutes had gone by. We had looted the ogre’s corpse, his treasure chest, eaten some of the oger'es choicer body parts, and ordered the guards to bring us whoever was in charge. To be quiet honest, I was very pleased that Grutt was dead. He had been a burden and a hindrance to our quest, I was a verrrry happy orc. I noticed what looked like a tear in Krunc's eyes.
An orc female walked into the room. We looked at her in confusion ( I must explain to some of you so called ‘more cultured’ races; in an orc tribe, females are useful for breeding with, cooking, and taking care of the offspring; they are never in a position of power). Krunc began to slick back his hair, Gruumsh only knows why.
“So you are the ones who have defeated Orgoth, and now who among you will lead this tribe” she says to us. Before I can even begin to formulate my thought Krunc steps forward, “Thank you I am this tribes leader, let it be known that Krunc Dragon Shaman is now leading this tribe.”
Now, I really didn't want this position. First of all this band of orcs allowed a non-orc to lead them. Something Gruumsh would frown heavily upon. Second, I asked the guards to bring us someone in charge, they brought us a female orc. I fear for this tribe, they are not following the ways of Gruumsh and have grown soft. This explains why the guards did not help in the attack on Orgoth the ogre. I suspect that Grutt would still be alive if the cowardly orc guards had aided us. I shall make an example of them. I notice that Krunc is pointing at Gorm, telling of his strength and exploits, I see the look in Gorm’s eyes, another tribe that he can lead. Krunc fitting right in, already seeking power.
No. The easy chain of cause and effect runs through my head. We will never leave this place. Our lives as adventurers are over. Here in this **** hole I will never learn what I must in order to live for eternity. The green dragon Vaectorfinyairuxo had figured out the secrets to lichdom, I too want to live forever. If I want to live forever I must keep searching the world for lost tomes, I must keep adventuring. I must get Krunc and Gorm to leave. Yet I know they won't... I can lead them out of here but how? I look at Grutt’s body, laying on the floor, blood just now beginning to solidify. I in a flash of brilliance realize that he who is Grutt was the glue who held us together in our revenge. If he were to return, surely we would venture away from this girly clan of, I dare say, orcs. In order for us to continue we would have to seek out powerful divine magic to reincarnate his body. I have heard of druids and clerics with the ability to return life to the dead. I had already begun to formulate my plan. I would demand that Gorm and Krunc in the name of Gruumsh, seek out a way to bring back to life Grutt, so that we may continue our adventure.
Speaking up I ask the girl orc shaman, “Do you know of any druids in the area.” She looks slightly surprised, “Actually our scouts recently returned did say something about a druid twisting the forest and returning it to nature, why do you ask?” I glare at her, “Leave, and return with the male orc who is the strongest, I don’t know how this clan was run by Orgoth, but in an Orc clan I will summon you when I need something cooked, or maybe if Gorm is in one of his moods” We all look at Gorm, who was in the process of reaching deeply down his pants and scratching something filthy. Quickly he took his hand out of his pants and tried to slick back his bald head, while grinning.
She departs with haste and eventually another orc strolls in. His name was Old Yarik apparently because of his age. He tells us about the peace allegiance they made with the Troglodytes. I glare at him in anger. “Where in the doctrine of Gruumsh does it talk about making peace with other races? This tribe has the mentality of elves, and by Gruumsh I will not allow it!” I ask if they at least have any prisoners.
A male human and a female gnome are brought before us. I smile at them and ask them if they have any skills useful to this tribe, that I allow them to live, I mean Krunc the leader... Krunc nods approvingly. Apparently they don’t speak orc. “Why useful to clan, allow you to live” Krunc asks. The human is dumber than Grutt, he just keeps muttering about a half-orc that will return to save them. I laugh and ask them if he had a map that looked like this. (I show them the map we got from the half-orc we killed) The human doesn’t figure it out, the gnome does. Apparently they were waiting for adventurers to save them, I will save them. For dinner.
Later in the dining hall, we announce that we are leaving. The scouts return from their week long hunt and are surprised at the news. I tell them that we will be leaving at once to find this druid who can restore life to Grutt, so that we may continue on our adventure to avenge our tribe and Gruumsh! Before we leave Krunc turns Grutt’s body into rations. We all get a good laugh at the idea of Grutt eating himself later.
Apparently this wooded area is five days away. We press forth with haste jogging for many miles each day through the cold of the far north. There are five of us, Gorm, Krunc, myself, and two of the orc scouts. Most days we run without ever seeing another living soul. We talk about the weak state of the tribe, and what we can do to make sure they survive as orcs should, without us, when we leave. Our plan is to wage war against the troglodytes further in the cave and to bring one young aspiring warrior along with us, so that he may see what being an Orc really means.
We arrive in the woods and make are way deeper to find this druid. While I have no problem with druids they always have a problem with the undead. I’ll hide my aspirations.
The woods themselves seem to lead us to him, he see’s us before we see him. He is wearing the holy symbol of Malar, god of the hunt. He announces in common, “I have been expecting you”. I walk forward unafraid of this cloaked figure. “We have traveled many leagues to seek you out, we are here to ask that you restore body and soul to Grutt, so that we may seek out our revenge against the dracholich who has betrayed us.” He has a look on his face, (which Gorm tells me later was a look of shock, as if he would never expect orcs to ask such a thing) ignoring the look I say “But you already knew that because you were expecting us”
He smiles, “actually this is perfect, I will do this favor for you, in return I need you to slaughter some pesky elves that have taken residence in my woods, you see I am trying to restore the natural order here, that nature may return to the way it once was, the way it’s suppose to be. Other druids in the region are opposing me, however they do not realize I am here. This is why I ask you to attack these elves, so that when there bodies are found, they will be taken for a mere orc raiding party. If I were to do it myself, others would see that the bodies were attacked by animal, I would give myself away” Krunc , grinning “You had me at elves” We all agree, we are off, to kill elves!
The druid has two wolves lead us to where they are, on the way there we discuss the point system for killing elves. They leave us alone in the woods after two miles. I tell one of the two orc scouts to scout forward. He gets about twenty feet whenn suddenly one of the trees attacks slashing into the scout. Elves start appearing from behind trees seemingly ready for our attack.
Gorm runs in wildly swinging his long sword at an elf who easily parries his wild swing. I chuck a javelin at the tree and watch as it harmlessly passes through the mostly leaves and branches; normal weapons won't work. The orc scout begins to engage it with his flail when two arrows slam into his back; he crumples to the ground. I yell out to Krunc that we need VIGOR!! Then to the orc scout I tell him to slay the elf with the bow. Krunc charges in screaming "Vigor" and stumbles forward clumsily swinging his great axe hitting nothing but air. I notice the tree begins to do something odd with its branches (I found out later it put Gorm to sleep) I charged in and begin to wrestle with the tree, channeling negative energy into it the leaves and branches begin to fall and it begins to moan. At this point Gorm is getting wailed into, he somehow was on the ground and two elves are standing above him wailing on him with weapons. Standing up ignoring their repeated attacks a look of pure insanity passes over his eyes. He begins to scream, froth and saliva spittle forth from his mouth.
Meanwhile the orc scout I had sent to kill the archer didn’t even make it half way before two arrows found themselves buried into his body. The tree is busy scratching me, but I can barely feel it, I have figured out how to alter my body so that it behaves more like an undead creature. Gorm cleaves through the elf and takes a five foot step over towards me. I’m wrestling with the tree still when he chops through the very base with one swing. (Guess it can be hurt by weapons)
The tree dead, I hear Krunc calling for help, pulling out my scythe I leap over a dead elf and I swing my scythe as hard as I could at the elf. Unbelievable I miss, the elf stands tall about to swing at me with his sword when the top half of his body slides backwards followed moments later by his bottom half falling forward. (New record 46 points of damage) I smile at Krunc, “1 point for me, 0 for Krunc
Krunc angrily charges past Gorm who has in his screaming rage cleaved another elf, cleanly removing his head from his body. I watch in pride as Krunc slams his great axe into the archer ending him. We high-five each other and wait for Gorm to calm down. Man he looks messed up, luckily his wounds heal and eventually the orc scouts stand up as well.
We begin to eat our respective kills when the druid shows up.
“I will uphold my end of the bargain since I feel that I may have future use for you, do you have what I need to cast the spell”
“Um.. what?
“You didn’t bring his body?
“No, why would we need his body?
At this point even I can tell he looks mad.
“Well looks like you orcs are out of luck, in order to cast the spell I need at least some part of his body. There probably isn’t enough time to go back and get it either, tough luck to you chaps”
He begins to walk away. I look down defeated, no it wasn’t supposed to happen this way. Gorm is gripping his longsword in a way that will probably kill us all, he's about to attack the druid. Maybe it’s for the better. One of the scouts pulls out his rations and begins to eat as one of you might pull out a tub of popcorn to watch a movie, we of course would not allow them to dine on elves since you get to eat only what you kill. It’s then I remember, we have the salted rations made from the remains of Grutt.
“Wait We have what you need!” I pull out a hunk of meat, salted and wrapped. He looks down at it and asks me if I’m sure that this was from Grutt. If he reincarnates a deer he tells us that we will never leave this forest alive.
“By Gruumsh … and Malar I swear this to be Grutt Rations that we prepared so that he may have food when he comes back!”
“He glares at me, very well then" and he begins to cast the spell
We watch for ten minutes as he chants out to Malar, rubbing ointments and occasionally pouring oils over it. After ten minutes he rest.
We look around waiting expectantly, nothing happens. “Where is he” Krunc demands. The druid looks annoyed, the spell takes time just wait, don’t worry I won’t leave until he gets here. I have never actually casted this spell before and I’d like to see what happens.
An hour passes, we pass the time eating elf and telling jokes. Finally a brilliant white light appears, we stare in awe as the light slowly fades. It takes a while for us to see again, as our vision is not accustomed to such bright lights but when we do we see sleeping in the snow, a naked female Halfling. We keep talking and eating, “the druid summoned us a snack while we wait, that was very thoughtful” I say
Then we notice the druid smiling and beginning to leave. Gorm puts down his elf casserole he made using the elf skulls as a makeshift bowl and stands up.
“Tree man you messed up!” he screams in common.
I look back at the Halfling in confusion then at Gorm. Did he figure out something that I’m missing?
The Halfling wakes up. I ask aloud "where’s Grutt?”
The druid says, “I have finished my purpose here, I wish you great orcs nothing but the best.”
The Halfling standing at 2’8’’ looks around…. and says in orcish, “I don’t want to play anymore”
“Where’s Grutt” I say again, still not getting it.
Waiting to hear more!
You made it to level two! Congratulations!
Waiting to hear more!
I posted another update. I'm not sure what style of writing I should aim for. Combat was minimal in this adventure. So unless you like hearing, I charge, I power attack, or I switch my aura from presence to vigor I'll try to narrate it.
I made little notice to what looked like a piton sticking at the ledge of the cliff. The map indicated that the entrance to the cave was located sixty feet beneath us. Great and we didn’t bring shovels.
Absolutely hilarious.Since this is the CO boards, what would you guys like to see happen? I'm am the only person who would consider min/maxing a build, but would often rather have a good role playing experience over that. I'm pretty sure none of the other players even plan on having prestige classes. So consider suggesting prestige classes that would only fly in a roleplaying heavy campaign, or a straight level 20 build of that class.
Anyways feat suggestions for 3rd level are welcome.
Right now: Tomb Tainted is on the table for Gorm and Grutt.
[Crusader]Grutt might take: Stone Power
[Barbarian]Gorm: probably gonna go for leap attack and shocktrooper etc (of course I mean the pre-requisites first but that's the direction)
[Dragon Shaman]Krunc: No idea;
[Dread Necromancer]Zuk: I have not thought about it. Zuk does not ever want to stay out of melee.
Second: Is the feat headlong rush suppose to be awesome or am I misreading it.
Feat: Headlong Rush
Second: Is the feat headlong rush suppose to be awesome or am I misreading it.
Its great if you can combine that feat in a Pouncing Shocktrooper build. Rock n' Roll.
If I ever get around to rewriting the Dread Necromancer handbook I'll definitely add Orc as a racial option for melee DNs; seems quite cool!
Hrm... So, you could take that at 9th level, and use a spellstoring Scythe (with Vampiric Touch, for example) to charge in and hack for lots and lots of damage (and bonus HP), I think... The bonus HP stack w/ False Life (I'm pretty sure), and let you stay in melee much, much longer than what a regular Dread Necromancer would be able to do...
If I ever get around to rewriting the Dread Necromancer handbook I'll definitely add Orc as a racial option for melee DNs; seems quite cool!
What do you think of Netherese Battle Curse?
What do you think of Netherese Battle Curse?
I think its redundant, actually. Its in the realm of what you could do normally via spells. The save is weak, and its kind of a standard aura-type debuff. You can get the same effect (without spending spells or risking a successful save) via feats in Tome of Magic, and have other options for vestiges to bind.
Hey, so Jopustopin has inspired me to play an Orc Dread Necromancer over in the BG Arena PBP game. Rules are a bit different (32 pb, flaws OK, variant races OK), but was curious what the community thought about Zug-zug. It seems like it gets the "feel" of Zuk, but with a few tweaks that need to work in the arena.
I'm complemented, I'm also jealous of your hit points. (My fault for putting my con at 9) I think because of this, and the fact that I want to be in melee, I'm going to go for the stone bones feat.
I have updated our most recent playing session.
I have also updated Zuk's background, Krunc's background, and Gorm's background. For those who like reading fluff sandwhiches.
If you don't like reading fluff, please for the love of God read Krunc's "background". The guy is hilarious. I did not write it this is what he gave me as his background.
Grutt's dead?! NOOOO!!!!
I guess Kick-In-The-Door isn't a very safe way to play.
Not Steely Resolve!
I guess Kick-In-The-Door isn't a very safe way to play.
Blasphemy!
Blasphemy!
+1!
http://forums.gleemax.com/showpost.php?p=18282115&postcount=4
let me guess, the DM fudged the roll to determine grutt's new body?
No Navid, the person playing Grutt, rolled in front of everyone.
(We were really hoping he would come back as an Elf, or a Kobold) (obviously he wasn't hoping for that)
The best part was that he came back as a female. (He flipped a coin)
We even rolled for his height and rolled two 1's
No Navid, the person playing Grutt, rolled in front of everyone.
(We were really hoping he would come back as an Elf, or a Kobold) (obviously he wasn't hoping for that)
The best part was that he came back as a female. (He flipped a coin)
We even rolled for his height and rolled two 1's
Priceless. PRICELESS!!
every single game i run from now on shall have all forms of resuurection set down a spell level, at the cost of rolling for random body.
how does coming back as troglodyte female sounds to you?
and force the druid to reincarnate again until he becomes an elf.
I demand that he ride about on your stately shoulders!
He's going to likely be the smartest party member now, I put forward that you need to keep him. For the LULZ!
Priceless. PRICELESS!!
every single game i run from now on shall have all forms of resuurection set down a spell level, at the cost of rolling for random body.
how does coming back as troglodyte female sounds to you?
...You have to roll for reincarnation normally anyway.
D&D for great Justice, or great Comedic Justice?
EDIT: Sneaky editting above me...
You keep all your mental stats, and get the physical stats of your new body. Thus Grutt still has all his ridiculously low mental stats, and now he has a strength of 12, so he's as dumb as an orc and as strong as a halfling. But hey look on the bright side Grutt, you have +2 dex!
Just read the spell reincarnate.
Equipping Grutt Taking Names
With the druid gone I looked upon the small female halfling. Lucky my stomach was full otherwise Grutt's return would have been very short lived.
"who did the druid bring back to life" I ask Gorm. Gorm shakes his head and tells me "That is Grutt"
We all look at Grutt who speaks, "What's wrong guys" in perfect orcish. I begin to laugh.
"Grutt, you're looking a little... cold" I say.
He asks us why we're so tall now and why it's so dark out. Poor Grutt, I'll let him figure it out for himself. But man, how are we going to travel around with a halfling i think to myself. We have nothing to equip her with. I begin to ponder our choices when I realize that we have an easy way to walk into and out of the human cities buying and selling what we need to get our revenge. Surely this is a blessing in disguise from Gruumsh!
I tell Grutt that we're going to hook him up with some cool weapons. Weapons? he says. Yeah, you remember we have to avenge Gruumsh right? He looks confused, "Who's Gruumsh?" he asks. We all look around nervously. Krunc says, "Don't worry about it buddy you'll remember" I tell Grutt he should ride in my backpack surrounded by the winter blanket I have.
The dumb scout asks aloud why we aren't eating the halfling. I glare at him, he's holding a knife and fork in his hands looking to feast. Krunc bellows outloud, "What kind of self respecting orc uses silverwear you are a disgrace!" Man what is wrong with this tribe of orcs. Who uses silverwear?! I stroll up and hit him across the face. "The halfling is an orc, I don't get it either so shut up and stop asking questions" This shuts him up. Good.
I find out for the first time that the two scouts with us are named Wark and Thark. "Thark I say, where is the closest human settlement, we will travel their immediately and use this gold we have no need for to buy weapons and armor fitted for a smaller creature.
"There are two settlements actually, the closest one is called Heliogabalis, it's about two days travel from here only slightly out of our way back to the tribe." He begins to blather on about the political structure of the city. He mentions something about a 'seat' that someone sits on. Krunc says loudly, "How big is this seat! Does a Giant live in the city?!" Thark looks at us funny. Wark is still looking confused at the halfling.
I outline my plan, we'll send Grutt in with a note. On the note will be a list of things he needs to buy. Grutt you will not talk that much okay? "I only speak Orc" He tells me. I slap my head, damn't you're just as stupid as you used to be. "Okay I'll teach you some words in common, like "blacksmith and Tailor" " Let's move out I tell the other orcs.
We begin to move through the snow, it's night and it's not that bad of a trip. I'm feeling stronger than I have ever felt in my life. Suddenly my tranquil mind is interrupted by Grutt's feminine voice, "Zuk, Zuk Did you say something? Gorm is that you? What's going on, who's what's, what voice is inside my head?!" We all stop, I'm immediately annoyed. He's just messing with me I know it! "Snow Angel!!!" i bellow before I just back plant myself into the snow and moving my arms around. That shut her up.
We rest the first night; we feed grutt's rations to Grutt. We tell him that he's eating his own body. With her mouth full she says, that's disgusting, and keeps eating. We make Wark keep watch all night by himself and we go to sleep. Once the sun sets we wake up. Krunc hunts us some grub and we move out. We get to the city many hours before the sun rises.
Okay Grutt, I say, You will go in and buy some clothes so you're not naked. Krunc clears his throat... I ignore him and continue, "Grutt you need clothes so you don't draw notice to yourself so you need to go buy some clothes. Can you say Tailor?" Gorm leans in and mentions that I'm suggesting that Grutt travel into the city naked and then buy clothes. Hmm... he has a point. We need to find him some clothes.
Oh.. Wait. Okay new plan I say. We'll wait out on this road for a caravan, attack them, clothe Grutt. Then send him into the city with a note of things to buy.
It's flawless, how much money do we have? We pool our money together and find that it's really not that much. I cast detect magic on our all stuff to see if there is anything magical we can sell. I come up with a large rapier that radiates magic and a potion. We don't need a rapier sized for an ogre. We can sell that for better equipment.
Okay Grutt you have to sell this, I'll give you a note. Remember Just ask for "blacksmight and Tailor".
Grutt replies "Blacksmithandtailor"
I realize that this is not ever, ever going to work. Grutt is just too stupid.
Suddenly we're interrupted by a caravan passing through. Hastily we charge in to attack. There are several humans armed with longswords, a dwarf is riding shotgun and it's being led by a light horse. Perfect. We charge screaming through the morning light. The battle was pure magnificence.
I quickly summoned Jakob to prevent the dwarf from taking off on the horse. The dwarf still tride to spur the horse to flee but myself and Krunc charged the small horse (I made sure to scream in dwarvish "FOOOOD") and with two chops slayed the horse.
Krunc was just slicing through the humans like a club through a babies skulls. They eventually tride to flee. I tried yelling out in dwarven that it was okay and he wasn't going to be hurt. Maybe it was the javelin that hit him seconds after I said that but he didn't stop running. I heard Krunc bellow out his pre-charge bellow before attempting to jump over the horse... And failing. How clumsy he looked as he ate snow and gravel. Eventually Krunc diced through everyone. I hope the gold dragon was watching this fight through his sword. Man, pure magnificence.
Well we were able to drag everything off the road and hide it out of sight. We went through everything and found four more potions. Everything else was trinkets or something. Bottles filled with strange liquids. I found paper and ink. I began to write out a list of things for Grutt to do when he reminds me that he can't read either. "Grutt I'm teaching you how to speak Common and read and write, you can't be our diplomat if you can't talk to anyone And you can't read and right. You're just going to have to act like your smart and pretend you care about other people. Trust me Gruumsh wants us to kill everyone but we can't do it unless we can trick everyone into doing what we want, THEN bashing in their skulls. Since you look like a halfling you're our diplomat now and I'll have to teach you what to do otherwise you'll screw it up. But We don't have time now for that. How can we make this work i wonder aloud.
The six of us puts our massive intellects together. Finally Krunc announces that he will disguise himself as a half-orc using the clothing of the fallen humans. Then he will sneak into the city with the halfling and complete all our transactions. We take hours meticulously making sure that the disguise is perfect. We give Krunc every gold piece we have and they leave.
While they leave I rummage through the caravan, I can't find anything of interest. Krunc turns all the humans and the horse into rations. Then we wait.. and wait... I have to beat up Wark a couple of times for being annoying. He still doesn't understand why we don't eat the halfling. I can't believe that anyone is as dumb as wark. Well their is grutt.
Eventually they came back. The 'special orders' Krunc put in were going to take some time. We waited the couple of days and finally Krunc went back to get everything. He loaded up on stuff and bought a bunch of things that apparently we needed. He came back with a new masterwork great axe for himself, a couple of tents some more clothing. Then he gave Grutt a masterwork chain shirt, a small masterwork battle axe, and a pink glittery towershield with a depiction of a unicorn. Grutt was confused at first and angry. Very angry. Gorm and I were doing our best to hold back our laughter.
Krunc quickly proclaimed that they don't make great axes for small people, and the shield was really cheap, man look how strong that horse is! It has a sword on it's head!. Grutt eagerly bought up these lies. Awesome even my horse has a sword!
Krunc then merrily tells us the tale about how he bluffed his way into the city, but that it was all almost ruined by Grutt. He had to tell the guards that Grutt was mute, which they bought. Everything was going great when right before they were in the Guard asked them where they were going. Krunc told us that in his hesitation to answer Grutt suddenly annouced, "Blacksmithandtailor" in common. Man Grutt really is dumb, but at least he's alive in heavy winter clothing and masterworked up right?
Eventually we left and made our way back to the orc tribe. There are some troglodytes we have to deal with... (and that wussy tribe that we have to toughen up)
With the druid gone I looked upon the small female halfling. Lucky my stomach was full otherwise Grutt's return would have been very short lived.
"who did the druid bring back to life" I ask Gorm. Gorm shakes his head and tells me "That is Grutt"
We all look at Grutt who speaks, "What's wrong guys" in perfect orcish. I begin to laugh.
"Grutt, you're looking a little... cold" I say.
He asks us why we're so tall now and why it's so dark out. Poor Grutt, I'll let him figure it out for himself. But man, how are we going to travel around with a halfling i think to myself. We have nothing to equip her with. I begin to ponder our choices when I realize that we have an easy way to walk into and out of the human cities buying and selling what we need to get our revenge. Surely this is a blessing in disguise from Gruumsh!
I tell Grutt that we're going to hook him up with some cool weapons. Weapons? he says. Yeah, you remember we have to avenge Gruumsh right? He looks confused, "Who's Gruumsh?" he asks. We all look around nervously. Krunc says, "Don't worry about it buddy you'll remember" I tell Grutt he should ride in my backpack surrounded by the winter blanket I have.
The dumb scout asks aloud why we aren't eating the halfling. I glare at him, he's holding a knife and fork in his hands looking to feast. Krunc bellows outloud, "What kind of self respecting orc uses silverwear you are a disgrace!" Man what is wrong with this tribe of orcs. Who uses silverwear?! I stroll up and hit him across the face. "The halfling is an orc, I don't get it either so shut up and stop asking questions" This shuts him up. Good.
I find out for the first time that the two scouts with us are named Wark and Thark. "Thark I say, where is the closest human settlement, we will travel their immediately and use this gold we have no need for to buy weapons and armor fitted for a smaller creature.
"There are two settlements actually, the closest one is called Heliogabalis, it's about two days travel from here only slightly out of our way back to the tribe." He begins to blather on about the political structure of the city. He mentions something about a 'seat' that someone sits on. Krunc says loudly, "How big is this seat! Does a Giant live in the city?!" Thark looks at us funny. Wark is still looking confused at the halfling.
I outline my plan, we'll send Grutt in with a note. On the note will be a list of things he needs to buy. Grutt you will not talk that much okay? "I only speak Orc" He tells me. I slap my head, damn't you're just as stupid as you used to be. "Okay I'll teach you some words in common, like "blacksmith and Tailor" " Let's move out I tell the other orcs.
We begin to move through the snow, it's night and it's not that bad of a trip. I'm feeling stronger than I have ever felt in my life. Suddenly my tranquil mind is interrupted by Grutt's feminine voice, "Zuk, Zuk Did you say something? Gorm is that you? What's going on, who's what's, what voice is inside my head?!" We all stop, I'm immediately annoyed. He's just messing with me I know it! "Snow Angel!!!" i bellow before I just back plant myself into the snow and moving my arms around. That shut her up.
We rest the first night; we feed grutt's rations to Grutt. We tell him that he's eating his own body. With her mouth full she says, that's disgusting, and keeps eating. We make Wark keep watch all night by himself and we go to sleep. Once the sun sets we wake up. Krunc hunts us some grub and we move out. We get to the city many hours before the sun rises.
Okay Grutt, I say, You will go in and buy some clothes so you're not naked. Krunc clears his throat... I ignore him and continue, "Grutt you need clothes so you don't draw notice to yourself so you need to go buy some clothes. Can you say Tailor?" Gorm leans in and mentions that I'm suggesting that Grutt travel into the city naked and then buy clothes. Hmm... he has a point. We need to find him some clothes.
Oh.. Wait. Okay new plan I say. We'll wait out on this road for a caravan, attack them, clothe Grutt. Then send him into the city with a note of things to buy.
It's flawless, how much money do we have? We pool our money together and find that it's really not that much. I cast detect magic on our all stuff to see if there is anything magical we can sell. I come up with a large rapier that radiates magic and a potion. We don't need a rapier sized for an ogre. We can sell that for better equipment.
Okay Grutt you have to sell this, I'll give you a note. Remember Just ask for "blacksmight and Tailor".
Grutt replies "Blacksmithandtailor"
I realize that this is not ever, ever going to work. Grutt is just too stupid.
Suddenly we're interrupted by a caravan passing through. Hastily we charge in to attack. There are several humans armed with longswords, a dwarf is riding shotgun and it's being led by a light horse. Perfect. We charge screaming through the morning light. The battle was pure magnificence.
I quickly summoned Jakob to prevent the dwarf from taking off on the horse. The dwarf still tride to spur the horse to flee but myself and Krunc charged the small horse (I made sure to scream in dwarvish "FOOOOD") and with two chops slayed the horse.
Krunc was just slicing through the humans like a club through a babies skulls. They eventually tride to flee. I tried yelling out in dwarven that it was okay and he wasn't going to be hurt. Maybe it was the javelin that hit him seconds after I said that but he didn't stop running. I heard Krunc bellow out his pre-charge bellow before attempting to jump over the horse... And failing. How clumsy he looked as he ate snow and gravel. Eventually Krunc diced through everyone. I hope the gold dragon was watching this fight through his sword. Man, pure magnificence.
Well we were able to drag everything off the road and hide it out of sight. We went through everything and found four more potions. Everything else was trinkets or something. Bottles filled with strange liquids. I found paper and ink. I began to write out a list of things for Grutt to do when he reminds me that he can't read either. "Grutt I'm teaching you how to speak Common and read and write, you can't be our diplomat if you can't talk to anyone And you can't read and right. You're just going to have to act like your smart and pretend you care about other people. Trust me Gruumsh wants us to kill everyone but we can't do it unless we can trick everyone into doing what we want, THEN bashing in their skulls. Since you look like a halfling you're our diplomat now and I'll have to teach you what to do otherwise you'll screw it up. But We don't have time now for that. How can we make this work i wonder aloud.
The six of us puts our massive intellects together. Finally Krunc announces that he will disguise himself as a half-orc using the clothing of the fallen humans. Then he will sneak into the city with the halfling and complete all our transactions. We take hours meticulously making sure that the disguise is perfect. We give Krunc every gold piece we have and they leave.
While they leave I rummage through the caravan, I can't find anything of interest. Krunc turns all the humans and the horse into rations. Then we wait.. and wait... I have to beat up Wark a couple of times for being annoying. He still doesn't understand why we don't eat the halfling. I can't believe that anyone is as dumb as wark. Well their is grutt.
Eventually they came back. The 'special orders' Krunc put in were going to take some time. We waited the couple of days and finally Krunc went back to get everything. He loaded up on stuff and bought a bunch of things that apparently we needed. He came back with a new masterwork great axe for himself, a couple of tents some more clothing. Then he gave Grutt a masterwork chain shirt, a small masterwork battle axe, and a pink glittery towershield with a depiction of a unicorn. Grutt was confused at first and angry. Very angry. Gorm and I were doing our best to hold back our laughter.
Krunc quickly proclaimed that they don't make great axes for small people, and the shield was really cheap, man look how strong that horse is! It has a sword on it's head!. Grutt eagerly bought up these lies. Awesome even my horse has a sword!
Krunc then merrily tells us the tale about how he bluffed his way into the city, but that it was all almost ruined by Grutt. He had to tell the guards that Grutt was mute, which they bought. Everything was going great when right before they were in the Guard asked them where they were going. Krunc told us that in his hesitation to answer Grutt suddenly annouced, "Blacksmithandtailor" in common. Man Grutt really is dumb, but at least he's alive in heavy winter clothing and masterworked up right?
Eventually we left and made our way back to the orc tribe. There are some troglodytes we have to deal with... (and that wussy tribe that we have to toughen up)
Yeah, why not at the start, when you made the thread? Oh well, you know best :P
I didn't know each thread had a max character limit and planned on just putting everything in one post. I think instead I'll organize it so that the first post has links to the story in order so that it's not confusing.
Thanks for the positive comments!
We're hitting some scheduling conflicts. Namely Wildflower (The DM and Grutt are volunteering not participating), The DM also turns 21 and doesn't want to play D&D for some reason etc.. But I'm hoping to play a short session this Thursday.
Thanks for the positive comments!
Bold mine... 21 and decided he's too old for D&D... What?!?! Most poepl on this board are probably older then that!
Bold mine... 21 and decided he's too old for D&D... What?!?! Most poepl on this board are probably older then that!
lol I meant on his birthday. No he's down to play every other day. He just wants to drink and be merry instead of rolling some dice.
lol I meant on his birthday. No he's down to play every other day. He just wants to drink and be merry instead of rolling some dice.
Ah ok, that makes sense... I'd love to GM something like that on my birthday! (Neither do I drink! Live near vancouver BC? lol!)
Ah ok, that makes sense... I'd love to GM something like that on my birthday! (Neither do I drink! Live near vancouver BC? lol!)
Is 1,161 miles "near"? (1869 km) All you'd have to do is commute down every week.
Hope to hear more from you and your band of orcs + 1 halfling
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Hope to hear more from you and your band of orcs + 1 halfling
We are playing again this Sunday, I apologize for the delay. We've run into our fair share of troubles but I feel that they are in the past. I honestly can't wait to play again.
(im away from my GIMP right now, but it'll be done soon)
EDIT: here it is!
Eagerly awaiting the next installment! keep up the good work!
Stay tuned...
Anyone like this idea, I haven't (nor will I) tell the halfling of my intentions. It's just something my character would do to belittle poor Grutt to put him in his place. I chose scimitar because it does a d4 for damage and I figured it would really bother him. Also I'm just going to use the money we would have spent on the spell reincarnation but didn't have to. I think we might have enough, but if we don't I'll skimp out on the armor. Get him half plate or something.
Discuss? Different idea's for the shield? Better ways to humiliate Grutt? Please share by Sunday!
i would probably do something like the halfling petting a bunny, and a fainted image of an orc in rabid killer mod, swinging an axe double his own size against the bunny (Grutt's spirit).
oh, and you havent commented on the avatar i did!? Im shocked.
Lol awesome! Thanks a bunch. This update is a lame effort. Not much happened that was truly ridiculous, and we didn't play for long. We basically just went to a human city and equipped grutt then went back to the orc tribe. We will be playing regularly on Sundays from now on though. Also I hit level 3 baby.
Here is the update this is a rough draft; I'm going to edit this I don't like it.
http://forums.gleemax.com/showpost.php?p=18432006&postcount=45
By the way, if you were ever curious about how an Orc Dread Necromancer would do against a Warlock...
I want to play. Is it too late to sign up?
I want to play. Is it too late to sign up?
Just for this mini-tournament. They accept apps all the time, and run the games after checking legality and when there's enough players. So, for sure! It might take a while, though.
So now I'm going to teach him common, literacy and he's going to learn to use a spiked chain. Character progression is the thing of miracles.
This is the best story ever. EVER. Thanks for updating.
I'm sure it's not that good. It is a fun story to write, we have one session this Sunday then we might not play again due to finals week. The average age of the typical player in this campaign is: 22 (fun fact)
How the West Was Won
Ahh, it has been quiet a while since I last wrote to you all. For that I apologize. Let's just say that my Ink and parchment got soaked. It has taken me a while to gather the resources to write once more. It's not like I can walk into the city for ink and let me tell you my brethren have no use for the substance.
I spoke recently of our magical item theft by the adventuring party that wiped out the troglodytes. We raced across the chamber to a door with the dwarven symbol of a blacksmith inscribed upon it. Oh the fond memories of this door. The Grek's we slaughtered outside of it. Our attempts at breaking it down. The two orcs we got to use picks to try to break through it. Now it was open. I slowed down my orcs (although one of them is a gnoll and the other a halfling with cute pink armor). We descended down a flight of stairs and arrived into a small room with two doors. We wasted no time, charging into the door I smashed a good smash into one of them flying into it with a double kick. However miraculously powered by gruumsh, it was the halfling crusader Grutt who was able to bust it down. The statue's I had ignored telling you about quickly dropped axes onto us, I think it must have been from the shock waves of our impact.
Meanwhile Krunc had taken the other door, and again from the impact shockwaves the statue's dropped axes into him as well. Well I easily healed myself and Krunc but we now faced a problem. It was a dead end. Both doors were fake and opened to walls. Hmmm...
"There must be a secret door" I said
"A secret what? Door?" Grutt looked at me then quickly looked around the room glancing left and right for it.
I realized immediately the problem. Door in orcish means "kicking in thing" We do not use doors the way some races do. We use them for fun sometimes when we sack villages we play a sport with whoever can kick in the most "kicking in objects" wins.
"Well we're pretending to be adventurer's, I recall reading that sometimes their are secret doors that you're not suppose to break in. Their used to hide magical items in them"
"How do we find them?" Krunc asked me
"Secret doors don't open by kicking them really hard, we have to find a secret level or something" I said
"Damn... I wish I had remembered early, adventurers' always find magical items in the secret doors; we're gonna have to remember to start searching rooms for the secret doors"
Anyway I begin a meticulous search through the room which takes roughly an hour. Everyone else does too, but man they are simply too stupid, I see Gorm and Thark check the same spot on the statue at least seven times. Finally I notice that one of the bricks in the wall can be pushed out. I kick it out of course. It's a tight fit, we all crawl through except the halfling who easily walks through. I notice her wielding the spiked chain we bought her. We should have bought her a pink one. Oh well we can always go back later and buy another one.
We climb the stairs on the other side. At the top of the stairs is a short door with some picture of a dwarf on it or something. As we climb the stairs suddenly a voice in dwarf emanates from the door
"Alert! Alert! Intruders are approaching" Luckily I speak dwarven.
I yell in orcish quickly, "You guys be quiet, intruders are approaching"
We all press our bodies against the wall and wait for the intruders.
"It's a good thing the voice warned us" Grutt says quietly next to us
After a couple of minutes we realize it was all a big joke. We ascend the rest of the stairs and kick open the door. We see a large hallway, about 50 feet wide and 70 feet long with pillars. "Any intruders?" I say in dwarven "show yourselves now intruders and we won't kill you"
A harsh voice calls out from behind one of the pillars in common "Go back the way you came, THIS IS THE ONLY WARNING YOU WILL GET" I translate this to my cohorts.
Krun whispers "I think THEY are the intruders"
I say "Dwarves make excellent slaves, they can make all the weapons for the entire tribe" As if on cue the sound of distance blacksmiths can be heard in the background.
I yell back "Do you guys have any magical items?"
We hear some murmering and finally a voice yells back "GO BACK, This is the only warning you'll get"
"That was the second warning you're giving us, are you lying to us? I feel like you'll give us another warning if I ask for it. We're sending in a diplomat!" I tell them helpfully
Grutt steps forward, our halfling diplomat.
"No diplomacy! Leave this, wait That was your only warning you'll get" they yell back in common. Suddenly we hear them casting spells. We know what to do.
We pour into a room with several doors. Four to be exact. But we have a battle to deal with. Unfortunately Gorm doesn't get the memo, and instead of charging in like the rest of us. He charges the door and busts it open. Suddenly a large black dwarf appears, Gorm somehow dodged the blow before he was even aware of it. Amazing! But what kind of dwarf is 8 feet tall and has black skin? None of us know. Another one appears out of thin air swinging at the small halfling, luckily he wasn't very quiet and Grutt heard his approach dodging to the side at the last minute. Their were two of them... I do the best I can at dodging their blows and I run past both of them, nimbly dodging both of their attacks as I bolt past them. Krunc and Thark charge in behind me and both land blows into the same one, easily knocking him out of battle. Suddenly another one appears behind me, piercing me in the back. However, the process to turn me into an undead creature prevents much damage and I know I'll be fine. Gorm charges in from the door and in one blow slays him before he hits the ground. Now their is only one left, 8 feet tall and wielding a short sword we surround her. She is doing good job trying to dodge us, but she knows she's about to die. Finally she trys to run, however Gorm snags her through the torso with his bastard sword and she drops, mumbling on the ground.
I say, "Awesome we have slaves!" We bandage them up, Krunc uses his healing aura to stabilize them. Then we tie them up with some rope and throw them back into the room with the statue. We're about to press on when I suddenly stop... They spoke dwarven... yet they were large. I suggested we go back downstairs. Sure enough the creatures were now much smaller. So we re-tied them up. One of them started to wake up, so I punched her in the face. She went back to sleep.
While everyone was tying up our slaves I went into the room that Gorm had broken open. It looks like an ancient dwarf temple. A dwarf corpse is laid to rest on the alter. I yell out "Anyone in here" in orcish
An undead orc warrior rises from behind the alter. Decked out in plate mail. It's a wight. Sweet...
I say "It's a pleasure to meet you, so you bound to this room?" He looks at me for a moment before saying
"You don't look like those weak orcs from further up, what are you doing here?"
"I have come to release you!"
"release me? I am bound forever? Gruumsh has charged me with a sacred task"
"Gruumsh has charged me with a sacred task TOO!!" Grutt yells in, interrupting our speech.
We have to tell the wight the story, which he listens to with much attention. Then he begins to talk my ear out with great tales of his past, how he got here. I listen attentively. He gathers some magical items for me: some gold and scrolls. Grutt begins to lose attention. Suddenly I hear from outside the room, "FOR GRUUMSH" and catch sight of Grutt charging away from the door and out of sight. I smile at the wight and tell him that I'll be right back.
I charge out of the room. I see that Gorm is fighting something and that it's in a door. I charge forward, it's then that I hear some kind of strange babbling. I slow to listen to the madness and at the last moment I realize my mistake. It's an Allip. I sit enthralled for a while. Trying to break it. Finally I snap out of it. Gorm is laying on the ground in an eternal nightmare. I yell out; IT CAN ONLY BE HURT BY MAGICAL ITEMS
Thark has a magical item but unfortunately he keeps missing it. This thing could be deadly... some of us don't have a high wisdom score. Grutt runs over and picks up the medium sized bastard sword in his small halfling hands. I power negative energy as I rebuke the undead creature. He cowers before my might. In his fear, he does nothing as Grutt lands a blow with the bastard sword.
Everyone thinks Gorm is dead, but I assure them that he's only in a coma. He'll wake up in... 8 hours I predict. So we camp out here in the room for 8 hours. I chat it up with the wight. He hasn't had anyone to talk to in a while so he's basically chatting me up. He's really talkative.
Suddenly in dwarven we hear from the bottom of some stairs that descends out of the room we're in. "Hey you guys, what are you doing; isn't your shift over?"
I quiet everyone down and we sneak over flanking the entrance they will arrive up. I yell out in my best dwarven "We have decided to take a double shift, you're welcome!"
"Ha yeah right, no one takes a double shift" They arrive up the stairs just in time to be slaughtered by us. How fortuitous. Let's just say no one took damage. I go back to chatting it up with the wight. We heal the dwarves back up to 1 hp and feed our friend the wight with them. He appreciates it a lot. I go back to chatting it up with him. The dwarves eventually rise as wights. The orc wight smiles at me and kills the dwarves again. "can't be hanging around dwarves for thousands of years.... likely drive an orc crazy ya know?" I laugh.
Another couple of hours goes by again. Suddenly we hear more words in dwarven. Looks like the rest of them have decided to come up. This time we don't play games. We take to our respective sides of the stairway and wait. I hear one of them say "Something is wrong, look at the blood" . Right about then is when I started casting summon Undead. Jakob wants to play. I turn the corner when my spell is done. They are right at the top of the stairs, surprised as all hell. I place Jakob right behind me. Combat begins. One of the dwarves is wielding a wicked looking double bladed sword. One of them is wearing robes. Jakob and I slam our attacks into the robed one. Finish off the spellcaster is what I always say. Another easy fight. None of us were even reduced to half our hit points. We throw some more food in for the wights and take a couple more slaves. Now all that's left are the blacksmiths. We can still hear the ringing of hammer on anvil far off in the distance. Those will be prized slaves.
Gorm eventually wakes up. He doesn't look so hot. I wouldn't either if my wisdom was 1. Well my wisdom is only 4 and I get by. We hear the blacksmiths descending the stairs this time. "Where is everyone?" they shout up in dwarven. We don't play games. They surrender and we drag all the unconscious bodies back to the orc camp. We then proceed to explain what slaves are for about 10 days or so. Then we head back. Some of us at level 4. ~~~Ding level 4 baby~~~
Ahh, it has been quiet a while since I last wrote to you all. For that I apologize. Let's just say that my Ink and parchment got soaked. It has taken me a while to gather the resources to write once more. It's not like I can walk into the city for ink and let me tell you my brethren have no use for the substance.
I spoke recently of our magical item theft by the adventuring party that wiped out the troglodytes. We raced across the chamber to a door with the dwarven symbol of a blacksmith inscribed upon it. Oh the fond memories of this door. The Grek's we slaughtered outside of it. Our attempts at breaking it down. The two orcs we got to use picks to try to break through it. Now it was open. I slowed down my orcs (although one of them is a gnoll and the other a halfling with cute pink armor). We descended down a flight of stairs and arrived into a small room with two doors. We wasted no time, charging into the door I smashed a good smash into one of them flying into it with a double kick. However miraculously powered by gruumsh, it was the halfling crusader Grutt who was able to bust it down. The statue's I had ignored telling you about quickly dropped axes onto us, I think it must have been from the shock waves of our impact.
Meanwhile Krunc had taken the other door, and again from the impact shockwaves the statue's dropped axes into him as well. Well I easily healed myself and Krunc but we now faced a problem. It was a dead end. Both doors were fake and opened to walls. Hmmm...
"There must be a secret door" I said
"A secret what? Door?" Grutt looked at me then quickly looked around the room glancing left and right for it.
I realized immediately the problem. Door in orcish means "kicking in thing" We do not use doors the way some races do. We use them for fun sometimes when we sack villages we play a sport with whoever can kick in the most "kicking in objects" wins.
"Well we're pretending to be adventurer's, I recall reading that sometimes their are secret doors that you're not suppose to break in. Their used to hide magical items in them"
"How do we find them?" Krunc asked me
"Secret doors don't open by kicking them really hard, we have to find a secret level or something" I said
"Damn... I wish I had remembered early, adventurers' always find magical items in the secret doors; we're gonna have to remember to start searching rooms for the secret doors"
Anyway I begin a meticulous search through the room which takes roughly an hour. Everyone else does too, but man they are simply too stupid, I see Gorm and Thark check the same spot on the statue at least seven times. Finally I notice that one of the bricks in the wall can be pushed out. I kick it out of course. It's a tight fit, we all crawl through except the halfling who easily walks through. I notice her wielding the spiked chain we bought her. We should have bought her a pink one. Oh well we can always go back later and buy another one.
We climb the stairs on the other side. At the top of the stairs is a short door with some picture of a dwarf on it or something. As we climb the stairs suddenly a voice in dwarf emanates from the door
"Alert! Alert! Intruders are approaching" Luckily I speak dwarven.
I yell in orcish quickly, "You guys be quiet, intruders are approaching"
We all press our bodies against the wall and wait for the intruders.
"It's a good thing the voice warned us" Grutt says quietly next to us
After a couple of minutes we realize it was all a big joke. We ascend the rest of the stairs and kick open the door. We see a large hallway, about 50 feet wide and 70 feet long with pillars. "Any intruders?" I say in dwarven "show yourselves now intruders and we won't kill you"
A harsh voice calls out from behind one of the pillars in common "Go back the way you came, THIS IS THE ONLY WARNING YOU WILL GET" I translate this to my cohorts.
Krun whispers "I think THEY are the intruders"
I say "Dwarves make excellent slaves, they can make all the weapons for the entire tribe" As if on cue the sound of distance blacksmiths can be heard in the background.
I yell back "Do you guys have any magical items?"
We hear some murmering and finally a voice yells back "GO BACK, This is the only warning you'll get"
"That was the second warning you're giving us, are you lying to us? I feel like you'll give us another warning if I ask for it. We're sending in a diplomat!" I tell them helpfully
Grutt steps forward, our halfling diplomat.
"No diplomacy! Leave this, wait That was your only warning you'll get" they yell back in common. Suddenly we hear them casting spells. We know what to do.
We pour into a room with several doors. Four to be exact. But we have a battle to deal with. Unfortunately Gorm doesn't get the memo, and instead of charging in like the rest of us. He charges the door and busts it open. Suddenly a large black dwarf appears, Gorm somehow dodged the blow before he was even aware of it. Amazing! But what kind of dwarf is 8 feet tall and has black skin? None of us know. Another one appears out of thin air swinging at the small halfling, luckily he wasn't very quiet and Grutt heard his approach dodging to the side at the last minute. Their were two of them... I do the best I can at dodging their blows and I run past both of them, nimbly dodging both of their attacks as I bolt past them. Krunc and Thark charge in behind me and both land blows into the same one, easily knocking him out of battle. Suddenly another one appears behind me, piercing me in the back. However, the process to turn me into an undead creature prevents much damage and I know I'll be fine. Gorm charges in from the door and in one blow slays him before he hits the ground. Now their is only one left, 8 feet tall and wielding a short sword we surround her. She is doing good job trying to dodge us, but she knows she's about to die. Finally she trys to run, however Gorm snags her through the torso with his bastard sword and she drops, mumbling on the ground.
I say, "Awesome we have slaves!" We bandage them up, Krunc uses his healing aura to stabilize them. Then we tie them up with some rope and throw them back into the room with the statue. We're about to press on when I suddenly stop... They spoke dwarven... yet they were large. I suggested we go back downstairs. Sure enough the creatures were now much smaller. So we re-tied them up. One of them started to wake up, so I punched her in the face. She went back to sleep.
While everyone was tying up our slaves I went into the room that Gorm had broken open. It looks like an ancient dwarf temple. A dwarf corpse is laid to rest on the alter. I yell out "Anyone in here" in orcish
An undead orc warrior rises from behind the alter. Decked out in plate mail. It's a wight. Sweet...
I say "It's a pleasure to meet you, so you bound to this room?" He looks at me for a moment before saying
"You don't look like those weak orcs from further up, what are you doing here?"
"I have come to release you!"
"release me? I am bound forever? Gruumsh has charged me with a sacred task"
"Gruumsh has charged me with a sacred task TOO!!" Grutt yells in, interrupting our speech.
We have to tell the wight the story, which he listens to with much attention. Then he begins to talk my ear out with great tales of his past, how he got here. I listen attentively. He gathers some magical items for me: some gold and scrolls. Grutt begins to lose attention. Suddenly I hear from outside the room, "FOR GRUUMSH" and catch sight of Grutt charging away from the door and out of sight. I smile at the wight and tell him that I'll be right back.
I charge out of the room. I see that Gorm is fighting something and that it's in a door. I charge forward, it's then that I hear some kind of strange babbling. I slow to listen to the madness and at the last moment I realize my mistake. It's an Allip. I sit enthralled for a while. Trying to break it. Finally I snap out of it. Gorm is laying on the ground in an eternal nightmare. I yell out; IT CAN ONLY BE HURT BY MAGICAL ITEMS
Thark has a magical item but unfortunately he keeps missing it. This thing could be deadly... some of us don't have a high wisdom score. Grutt runs over and picks up the medium sized bastard sword in his small halfling hands. I power negative energy as I rebuke the undead creature. He cowers before my might. In his fear, he does nothing as Grutt lands a blow with the bastard sword.
Everyone thinks Gorm is dead, but I assure them that he's only in a coma. He'll wake up in... 8 hours I predict. So we camp out here in the room for 8 hours. I chat it up with the wight. He hasn't had anyone to talk to in a while so he's basically chatting me up. He's really talkative.
Suddenly in dwarven we hear from the bottom of some stairs that descends out of the room we're in. "Hey you guys, what are you doing; isn't your shift over?"
I quiet everyone down and we sneak over flanking the entrance they will arrive up. I yell out in my best dwarven "We have decided to take a double shift, you're welcome!"
"Ha yeah right, no one takes a double shift" They arrive up the stairs just in time to be slaughtered by us. How fortuitous. Let's just say no one took damage. I go back to chatting it up with the wight. We heal the dwarves back up to 1 hp and feed our friend the wight with them. He appreciates it a lot. I go back to chatting it up with him. The dwarves eventually rise as wights. The orc wight smiles at me and kills the dwarves again. "can't be hanging around dwarves for thousands of years.... likely drive an orc crazy ya know?" I laugh.
Another couple of hours goes by again. Suddenly we hear more words in dwarven. Looks like the rest of them have decided to come up. This time we don't play games. We take to our respective sides of the stairway and wait. I hear one of them say "Something is wrong, look at the blood" . Right about then is when I started casting summon Undead. Jakob wants to play. I turn the corner when my spell is done. They are right at the top of the stairs, surprised as all hell. I place Jakob right behind me. Combat begins. One of the dwarves is wielding a wicked looking double bladed sword. One of them is wearing robes. Jakob and I slam our attacks into the robed one. Finish off the spellcaster is what I always say. Another easy fight. None of us were even reduced to half our hit points. We throw some more food in for the wights and take a couple more slaves. Now all that's left are the blacksmiths. We can still hear the ringing of hammer on anvil far off in the distance. Those will be prized slaves.
Gorm eventually wakes up. He doesn't look so hot. I wouldn't either if my wisdom was 1. Well my wisdom is only 4 and I get by. We hear the blacksmiths descending the stairs this time. "Where is everyone?" they shout up in dwarven. We don't play games. They surrender and we drag all the unconscious bodies back to the orc camp. We then proceed to explain what slaves are for about 10 days or so. Then we head back. Some of us at level 4. ~~~Ding level 4 baby~~~
I'm waiting....!! This campaign journal is seriously the best. Ever.
It's hard work. Over the summer I will be posting them as soon as we're done playing for the day. There is talks of the antithesis of the all orc campaing. An all kobold campaign. Although part of the charm of the orcs is the mental weakness. Physical weakness it seems is much easier to overcome.
Nice map drawing skills. I never thought orcs were such artists. :P
Thanks, part of my training as a dread necromancer is that of an cartographer
Nice Diary Jopustopin, I'm enjoying the adventure and still waiting for one of you to think he's Gruumsh and put out his own eye!!
it's like that healing spell I need! I'm at -8 hp and still going! Help a brotha out!
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I can't wait! Type faster Jopustopin!
I can't wait! Type faster Jopustopin!
You must gather your party before venturing forth.
Dread Necromancer 8/Barbarian 1/Orc Warlord 3/Dread Necromancer 8
I like paper work and armies and books about war. I got an average scythe with a nice wooden handle. My zombies and my undead, my orcs and my hate. My feet on the table and a gnomish cigar.
But sometimes that's just not enough to keep an orc like me interested. No I gotta go out and wage war at someone else's expense.
You must gather your party before venturing forth.
but the scout is on the other side of the map. he got ambushed. I'm trying to map out to avoid killing him! DAMNIT!
(heh bg is awesome)
oh and i totally read that in his voice.
I'm also going to borrow your campaign idea for one of my own. the players really like the idea. it's great. :D
The link is in the original post.
http://forums.gleemax.com/showpost.php?p=18755968&postcount=78
If you need some recap the links to all the stories happen to reside in the original post.
The new post are "How the West Was Won" and "Born to be Wild"
I have been waiting to update for several reasons; however the formatting for this site is one of them. I've been gone for a long time, what's the word on when the code will be fixed? Or did they switch to some other code? Why did they break all our links and lose all the handbooks?