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Mr. Prokosch
Feb 14, 2012

Behold My Magnificence!



Jack "Shadow" Callahan

Jack sighs, "and how do you feel about the Lich King? He's a shadow of his former self now, after the first Orc Lord shattered his magics, crushed his armies, and put a spear through his left eye. The Orcs have always been a threat, it's just that the Empire is continually expending the bulk of its armies keeping them at bay so civilians like you can think of them as a bumpkin problem. These aren't just any Orcs, either. No more than you're just any human. They're the cream of the crop, Lords and Heroes among a kind that respects only strength, cunning, and brutality. They've risen in a world of constant violence, unending challenge, rivaled only by..." Jack trails off in thought, sudden excitement lighting in his face. He starts tugging Isaac's heavy hood over his face, "we'll need a bone mask for you... Ryu already has the physique, just need some camo paint. Temur's monstrous enough to fit in with the right accessories, we can give the big armored dude a black paint job... Yeah, yeah, this can work!"

"I know how we can sneak you clumsy bastards right up to the ritual grounds without anyone the wiser! If humans attack this camp, it's an invasion. If Orcs do it, it's another day in the life! We claim we're a group of Marauders come from the Southern edge of the world and we deserve a place of honor. They say we aren't fit to clean their poo poo, so we challenge for leadership of the warband. Their best versus ours. Once we execute their leadership in suitably stylish fashion, their subordinates will fall in line."

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M.c.P
Mar 27, 2010

Stop it.
Stop all this nonsense.

Whatever Penitent thinks of Isaac's smirk is hidden behind his face concealing helmet. Only his eyes peer out, and they are impassive.



"That ring belonged to a different person than I. He is dead, only service remains."

Perch rolls her eyes before turning to Jack and giving his plan a thought.
"Hm. Gonna go through all my black to cover those two slabs of metal and meat... should be possible though. The scout and I will scrounge for some dropped tusks and that bone mask, I'll leave the paint with the you here. Stay in the rocks, we'll be back in a jiffy."

Brawls and isolated murders are far from rare in a warcamp, and especially not in one as vast as this. Discarded tusks and fangs, warpaint, and mud are easy to find. The skull mask is somewhat harder, but not a problem for Jack, who flits into the temp of a sleeping Warshouter and easily takes it.

The rest of you hide in the cramped set of boulders and grimly set about your task of making yourselves orcs. The paint is heavy and greasy, and with how large Penitent and Ryu are you end up needing to help each other. Temur has to slick down his fur, though some trimming around the face gives the appearance of a huge beard which should pass. Even Isaac has to slather on the paint, lest his pale skin peeking from his clothes give the game away.

It doesn't take terribly long, and when you're finished (with some final touches from Jack), you look at each other, and find yourselves looking into the faces of vicious, murderous orcs. It should pass inspection, though Jack ponders some of the issues. Penitent has covered his Wyrm insignias with leathers and bones, but his armor is still clearly not Orc made. And Orcish War casters don't generally go for robes like Isaac is wearing, but Isaac's physique is far to lithe to pass without them. And if Ryu doesn't stop poking those tusks stuck in his mouth they're liable to fall out.

Still, you radiate power, and Orcs are not inquisitive until you give them a reason to be. Perch gives you the thumbs up.



"Looking pretty orcy, not a bad job for behind enemy lines. I'll see if I can pinpoint where Linda is. Good luck, you lot."

You step out from your boulder ridden hiding spot and begin to make your way to the warcamp. It isn't long before a sentry spots you, and his shouts bring a few more guards and a number of bored orcs to watch you approach. No weapons get raised, but they're in hand, and Jack sees that the war drums have every Orc's blood running. Guards on the makeshift barricades shift back and forth, itching to release their fury. Jack feels little of it himself.

"Oy!" Shouts one of the Orcs. "This is Chief Throatrend's War Camp! Burner of cities, who killed a Purple Worm and drank its poison, who rides a demon bear and leaves suffering in his wake! Who the hell are you?"

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Mr. Prokosch
Feb 14, 2012

Behold My Magnificence!



Jack "Shadow" Callahan

Jack steps forward and paces in the space between the two groups, “I am Wurgal Blood-drinker, Beast-slayer, Orc-Breaker, Death-Chanter. I speak for Silver-Tongue the Silent Dragon, Scourge of Elves, who burnt great Alvalishia and slew the Green Matron, who scoured the Red Sands of Valia and broke the Adamant Hold, he who shatters boulders with his fist and whose strength conquered the Veil of the World, who tore the wings of a Black Dragon and cracked the arm of a Giant!” Jack gestures back at Ryu, he couldn’t get the Orc-Voice right, but he could stand there and look imposing, and the leader never made these speeches on his own behalf anyway, “Many are his Deeds, many unheard by you Northern weaklings. For a hundred and more moons our horde has fought, Elves and Men, Dwarves and Dragonborn fell before us. We carry now Crowns of a Forgotten Age, Axes of Terrible Power, Cloaks of Living Flesh, The Defiled Armor of Paladins and more, trophies from our conquests. We are few now, the weak fell in battle. We are those who survived a thousand clashes, who laugh at armies, who slew Sorcerers and Kings. We have returned to this weak land of plenty, filled with the untested like yourselves. We heard the Orc Lord’s call in our blood. Now come, bring your leader, bring his greatest Blood Brothers, so they can lick the boots of their betters."

M.c.P
Mar 27, 2010

Stop it.
Stop all this nonsense.

A harsh mumble of voices is heard from the camp, and more and more orcs wander over to witness your entrance. Packed as tight as it is, a large crowd forms almost immediately. The Orcs stare in interest, clearly impressed by Penitent and Ryu's size and strength, as well as some of the stranger magic items you carry around.

The Orc that spoke previously scowls. Jack picks him out as a lieutenant of some sort, probably not that high in the pecking order around here.

"Bah! Never even heard of Alvalishia! I bet you knocked over some little halfling burrow, and lost the rest of your boys to the granny inside! Throatrend would not feed you to his beasts, for fear that your weakness would spread!"

But the orcs heard and understand the demand. A harsh voice from the back shouts, "War Duel!" and like a plague the shout spreads to the other orcs gathered watching, then the orcs further away hearing the chant. "War Duel! War Duel! War Duel!" It fills the air, drawing audiences from the other camps. They likely have their scouts and spies watching as well, in the Orc's endless jockeying for position.

Then the crowd begins to part, Orcs drifting apart in the wake of a particularly large specimen. He strides to the edge of the camp and regards you with barely concealed contempt.



Chief Throatrend is scarred with claw marks, his face a mish mash of torn skin and lines. He wears aged, layered leathers, but clearly not from a cow or deer. The skins are thick, and some protrude with natural spikes or scales. His mere presence brings a brief silence to the assembled orcs. He looks to his lieutenant and gestures with a nod. The lieutenant speaks once more.

"The great Throatrend doubts your strength! Where is your horde? Spilt blood will bring soldiers, that is the law of the orcs! Are you such mewling babes that you could not slay a few pink skinned guards in your journey from the south? Or perhaps you were crushed, and come slinking to the Orc Lord's call, hoping we would not notice your shame! Throatrend will not recognize a challenge from army-less weaklings! How can your paltry five compare to thousands?"

ArkInBlack
Mar 22, 2013



Temur Arderne

Temur smiles, and wide. The smile of someone so pleased at what's before them it's off putting. "If y'wanna know," he growls out, orcish clearly well practiced for the hobgoblin "We'll gladly show ya."

pre:
Temur Arderne
HP: 220/220  THP: 0  Command Points:1 Moment of Glory:-  Recoveries: 9/9 (8d8+12)   Initiative: +9
AC 28     PD 23     MD 26
Sword +3(MBA): 1d20+16+ED; 9d8+15, 9 Miss
Verutum(RBA): 1d20+10+ED; 9d6+3

At Will			Encounter			Daily/Recharge
Rally Now: 1CP          [ ]Hold The Line                [ ]Tactician Daily
Save Now!: 1CP                                          [ ]Supreme Tactical Strike(16+)
Try Again: 2CP                                          [ ]Basic Tactical Strike(6+)
You Know What To Do!: 4CP                               [ ]Just Stay Calm(16+)
Fight From The Front					[ ]Buck Up(16+)
Weigh the Odds						[ ]Potion Belt(16+)
 							[ ]Reckless Sword(6+)
 							[ ]Advanced Tactical Strike(16+)
 							[ ]Tactician Champion Feat
							[ ]Helm of Psychic Retribution (16+)
Conditionals

Consumables
Champion Healing Potion

Sockerbagarn
Sep 8, 2007

All makt åt Tengil, vår befriare.



Isaac Boreas

Isaac turns his head, as if listening to something unseen and unheard, then lets out a mad laugh. "When Wurgal said the weak ones fell in battle, who do you think spilled their guts? Humans? Haha! You even think like a weakling! The spirits call you a coward, Throatrend! No. They were too weak, not fit to heed the Orc Lord's call. We killed them all ourselves! Hahaha!"

Captain Walker
Apr 7, 2009

Mother knows best
Listen to your mother
It's a scary world out there



Ryu Kazama

Initially, Ryu has difficulty getting into "character". Isaac is always saying things like "you must be able to think like your enemy before you can defeat him", and it's true that the group's previous visit to Foras convinced Ryu long ago to learn a few of the more common monstrous languages. Yet even after Ryu manages to get the tusks to stay in his mouth without falling out every minute, he struggles with the mindset required to imitate an orc. Half-orcs are everywhere, of course; Drakkenhall in particular is host to a fair number of the rougher ones who can't or won't make the effort to fit into civilized society. But half-orcs are still people who can be reasoned with, cowed into surrender, or forced to flee. Many of the lower-ranking soldiers of the Kazama Clan are half-orcs, and while they may be criminals, they are at least organized.

Orcs proper are stubborn, reckless, and bloodthirsty. As Jack says, they recognize strength alone. To them, life is a quest spent in the pursuit of power, and to die in service of that cause is the greatest honor one can achieve. Throatrend and his lieutenants will not be convinced by words.

As the group emerges from its hiding place, Ryu hefts a particularly large log with his left arm. Removing one of the spare tusks from his pocket, he surveys the war camp, considering the scene for a few moments. Then, as the mouthy second-in-command steps forward to reply to Isaac, Ryu hurls the tusk directly into the lieutenant's forehead, piercing his skull. Nearby orcs scramble and the other Dragon Slayers begin to assume battle positions, but Ryu motions his allies to be still as he strides towards Throatrend.

"No more words," Ryu proclaims in unaccented Orcish. He lets the words out slowly, teasing out every possible drop of menace from each syllable before moving to the next. "You are challenged, Throatrend. Paltry five we may be, but only a fool judges his opponent by numbers alone. If you do not accept your death and face me alone, you prove yourself craven as well. A war-band that blindly follows a craven fool is worth naught but the meat on their bones."

Gonna spend 4000 of that dragon hoard on 5 epic potions and runes; using one of the latter
Omae wa mou shindeiru: 1d20+5+9+5 31
Armor Rune: 1d10 3 +3 AC and MD; y'know, just in case for if when combat breaks out

M.c.P
Mar 27, 2010

Stop it.
Stop all this nonsense.

Captain Walker, I'm gonna limit you to 4 consumables until the next long rest, just as a sop to limiting your resources a little. I'm open to upping (or lowering ) it.

Throatrend doesn't flinch as the fang pierces his lieutenant's skull, though the other Orcs around shout and mutter to each other. Throatrend glares at you momentarily before speaking himself in a throaty rumble.



"Very well, Silver-Tongue. A challenge! We shall duel in my personal fighting pit, where my pets slake their bloodthirst on the bodies of the unworthy!"

The Orcs let out a cry, which is answered from the nearby encampments. Jack reflects that the commotion will probably bring spies and eyes from the other powerful War Chiefs, in their own low cunning way. Most of their attentions will be on this "Silver Tongue" upstart, but you aren't hidden anymore.

The crude wooden gates open, and the chanting orcs surge in, though they still give you a wide berth. You walk through the smelly, haphazard camp towards a blood stained and bone strewn hole in the ground, slick with oil and topped with spikes to prevent escape. Rocks and earth are piled around to provide seating of a sort, already packed tight with Orcs waiting to see how this challenge would fare.

Throatrend is below, where one end of the pit is caged off by thick bars. Inside them you hear heavy breathing.

"Your challenge is accepted, stranger! I have chosen the location! What weapons shall I use to best you, and which of your lackeys will die alongside you!"

Okay, it's going to be a 2v2. Ryu has to fight, but he'll get one other person in the ring with him. The 2 left out will need to help surreptitiously or can use all the attention on the fight to do other things.
Minor complication, you have to choose the same type of weapon. Penitent can lend you an okay magical one if you don't have a spare.
If you go with Isaac, he just needs to carry it around and can still use his magic. The Orb doesn't count as a 'weapon', being a weakling sort of thing.

Captain Walker
Apr 7, 2009

Mother knows best
Listen to your mother
It's a scary world out there



Ryu Kazama

"Weapons, you say?" Ryu considers the log on his left shoulder, then shrugs it off. "Are you not the commander here? The strongest? Leave steel to these lesser beings; your second may carry a blade, if he must. But I shall grant you this honor: your last sensation in this life shall be my hands rending your own throat."

Initiative/Power Stunt: 2d20k1+8 17 2#1d4 1 2

Ryu Kazama, Human Stalwart 9
HP: 220/220 Recoveries: 10/10 (9d10+12)
Greatness YES
AC 30 PD 24 MD 23
Initiative/Power Stunt 2d20k1+8; 2#1d4
Resist cold/fire/poison 16+

STR: 20|+5 CON: 18|+4 DEX: 08|-1
INT: 10|00 WIS: 15|+2 CHA: 13|+1
Weapon: 1d20+5+9+4+ED; 9d10+19
Unarmed: 1d20+5+9+ED; 9d8+15
Giant: 1d20+5+1+LVL+ED; 9d10+31

Limited Powers
[x] [ ] [ ] [ ] Runes, Potions, etc. (daily)
[ ] [ ] Power Stunt (ED 1,2)
[ ] Obnoxious Cursed Axe Damage (1/battle)
[ ] Divine Stamina (rchg 11+)
[ ] Armorbreaker (rchg 11+)
[ ] Swordbreaker (rchg 16+)
[ ] Dragon's Rend (rchg 16+)
[ ] Mountain Splitter (rchg 16+)
[ ] Gauntlets of Spell Deflection (rchg 16+)
[ ] Belt of Resurgence (rchg 16+)
[ ] Adamant Greaves (rchg 16+)
[ ] Chuulish Reflexes (rchg 11+, chuul)

M.c.P
Mar 27, 2010

Stop it.
Stop all this nonsense.

Throatrend takes in Ryu's demand, and an ugly grin crosses his face.
"Heh... Ha! Ha ha! No! My second will not need a blade either! I believe he will be just fine with this!"

He reaches towards the bars in the back and throws open the gates. From within, there is a horrible grunting noise and a hideous creature emerges. It is some sort of hellborn beast, with crude metal plates covering its body. It snaps at Throatrend, but the giant orc merely grabs it by a tusk and wrangles it towards you.

"My pet will tear the flesh from your bones, and I will be glad to join its feasting!"

Ryu and Temur drop their weapons, but before they hop down, Temur feels an armored gauntlet on his shoulder. He turns to see Penitent with a pair of bracelets in his hands.
"Take these." He mutters.
Temur's can't use his magic sword, but Penitent lends him a pair of brawler's bracelets. They're +3, but Temur needs to lower his damage dice to 1d6

Ryu and Temur drop down and raise their guards. The boar is saddled... but since Throatrend is unarmed, he won't have the reach to attack you from the beast's back. Small graces, at least.
Throatrend won't do as much damage as normal since he's unarmed

Jack and Isaac are given wide berths, but all eyes are focused on the fight below. But that beast below... Ryu and Temur are strong, but it might be worth giving them whatever help is possible.
Without getting caught, of course.

Temur readies his shield as the beast roars to the skies. Time to fight for your lives!

I rolled init for Temur, he rolled super high! Temur goes first!
Jack and Isaac's actions happen at the end of the round, though you can go ahead and post what you do in the meantime.




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Throatrend	AC28 PD24 MD20	555/555 HP
	Engaged enemies have -5 to saves against Ongoing Damage
Beast	AC28 PD24 MD20	450/450 HP
	Immune to dazed, weakened, confused, stunned

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ArkInBlack
Mar 22, 2013



Temur Arderne

Temur scans the arena, taking in every detail, every possible thing to exploit and leverage against this orc and his pet hellspawn. There's not much immediately apparent, but he has his shield ready and eyes the beast, prepared to keep it off Ryu that he might trounce Throatrend properly.

Standard: Weigh the Odds
-Weigh The Odds: 1d4 1
Move: Prepare to intercept the Beast


pre:
Temur Arderne
HP: 220/220  THP: 0  Command Points:1 Moment of Glory:-  Recoveries: 9/9 (8d8+12)   Initiative: +9
AC 28     PD 23     MD 26
Sword +3(MBA): 1d20+16+ED; 9d8+15, 9 Miss
Verutum(RBA): 1d20+10+ED; 9d6+3

At Will			Encounter			Daily/Recharge
Rally Now: 1CP          [ ]Hold The Line                [ ]Tactician Daily
Save Now!: 1CP                                          [ ]Supreme Tactical Strike(16+)
Try Again: 2CP                                          [ ]Basic Tactical Strike(6+)
You Know What To Do!: 4CP                               [ ]Just Stay Calm(16+)
Fight From The Front					[ ]Buck Up(16+)
Weigh the Odds						[ ]Potion Belt(16+)
 							[ ]Reckless Sword(6+)
 							[ ]Advanced Tactical Strike(16+)
 							[ ]Tactician Champion Feat
							[ ]Helm of Psychic Retribution (16+)
Conditionals

Consumables
Champion Healing Potion

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