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**blood reaper**

10

**Mordoskul**

Zork's spell fails to penetrate the bebilith's armor, and the monster continues it's advance. He can hear more sharp-ears approuching.

**blood reaper**

Zork begins to retreat passing several Dark Elfs

**Mordoskul**

1-10 Stealth Test

**blood reaper**

1 I dont acctully want to hide. The Elfs can fight the Demon!

**Mordoskul**

(They will not, they have summoned it!)

**blood reaper**

I see

**Mordoskul**

(Actions?)

**blood reaper**

The Cowardly creture runs for his life as Dark Elfs and the Daemon pursue him.

**Mordoskul**

Zork flees for his life as the bebilith threatens to overtake him. Running back to the Killer's Quarter, the kobold darts into an ally to hide, the demon forced to retreat back to the barrier after it reached the end of it's astral cord. Breathing a sigh of relief, Zork peers around the corner, spying a group of Iron dwarves whipping a group of goblin slaves to the market. Zork recognizes the driver, an unpleasant dwarf that often sold slaves in his burrow.

**blood reaper**

Zork walks up to the Slave Driver planing to use him...

**Mordoskul**

The dwarf looks at the kobold with surprise. "What in the Nine Hells happened to you?"

**yeenoghu**

Otto gets a massive rush of bravado from his kill. Encouraged that he is indeed, the superior warrior to these savages, he wrenches his sword free from the champion's bowels, holding the limp body upright by its head, he decapitates the corpse and, with a mighty roar of challenge, flings its head towards the nearest group of raiders harrying his employer's wagon, hoping to catch their attention. He picks up the fallen banner of flayed skin and waves it for all to see before casting it to the ground and taking up his broadsword and advancing menacingly upon them. Otto's blood is up now, and it can be seen on his face that he is not at all frightened of this vermin.

**Mordoskul**

The Skinweavers are taken aback by Otto's savagery, fleeing for the dunes. The merchant peeks out from the carriage. "You did it! Ha! Flee you cowards! Run Ha, ha!" The rest of the voyage takes all of several months, finally ending as the caravan reaches the Veskan plains. The Johterim are large swarthy men that wear their weapons proudly and openly. They greet the caravan with open arms and pay good coin for the goods they receive. The merchant departs after paying Otto and his band a hefty sum for his safe arrival. After staying at a local alehouse, Otto hears of the recent Ork attacks occuring on the eastern borders of Veska.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

I will get the spider, and drop it onto the student from the rooftops. Before this I will tie the metal wire trough a small grate close to the building. The other end of the metal wire will be attached to the meat hook on top of the building. When he is scrambling about because of the spider, he will foolishly walk into the metal wire, which will send the metal hook falling down to kill him.

( Sorry if this is a bit bad, just I couldn;t really think of something )

**Mordoskul**

1-10 Trapmaking Test

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

2

**Mordoskul**

Dezranze drops the spider onto the agent, causing it to sink it's fangs into his face. He screams, and stumbles into the wire, lifting the hook from the ground and impaling him from behind, and he is lifted up as his body acts as a counterweight, hanging him on the grate, quite dead.

(2 agents remain)

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

"Perfect."

I slip back into the shadows, searching for my next victim.

**Mordoskul**

Slipping through the shadows, Dezranze realizes he is being followed, turning about, he sees nothing in the shadows. He continues on, pausing only when something catches his eye in the ally. Something was wrong, but he was not sure what.

**Koops**

Gorek places one booted foot on the Flamebeards chest and raises his mace, bellowing to the sky. He spits on his fallen opponents face and glares about, as if daring anyone else to try their luck.

**blood reaper**

Sorry Mordoskul im going to have to quit. Very busy and ill at the moment.

**yeenoghu**

Otto decided to spend some time in town learning about any helpful rumors about this orc menace, and if any caravans are headed that way. He is generous with his money, making sure his horse is under the best care, and freely buying rounds for other travellers at the alehouse. There will always be more coin to be earned, he thinks to himself. He thought to asses his situation, get to know the locals, decide whether or not to go there alone or if any other adventurers are about who are considering the same course as he. If he should go alone, he decides he should know the way, how far it is, how much to pack, any well known stops along the way or warnings about the route he should take, and make sure his mighty steed is well rested. Otto's head spins from ale, and this attempt at organization without a commander to tell him what to do is taxing to his mighty mind.

**Vulkan_He'stan**

Ill join if I can

Name-Gaz
Race-Dwarf
Class-Ranger
Place of Birth-He has no idea where he was born or any of his past
Life Story- took a bad hit to the head and lost all his memory.
Equipment-Bow arrows

Ill add a pic when ive finnished drawing one

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

"Come out, stop playing these silly games with me. Anybody there? No?"

I look around, trying to spot something unnatural.

**Mordoskul**

Gorek searches about the field for the Flamebeard's head, shaving off his beard and adding it to the collection of grisly trophies on his belt. Surveying the plain, he sees that he is the last surviving member of his band. Remembering the message that his band recieved before they sallied out to raid the Flamebeard's lands; Bahg Dwarfjaw was assembling the tribes of the Dragon's Teeth to muster at the fortress of Orcholde, where he planned to lead a great green tide over the pinkie kingdoms, raiding and feasting until the pinkies had been driven into the sea.

**Mordoskul**

After many days of drunken inquiry, Otto learns of the great orcish muster at Orcholde in the Dragon's Teeth Mountains, led by Warboss Bahg Dwarfjaw, the orcs had gathered in the thousands, drawn by promises of death and plunder. The forces of the Silver Circle have rallied at Grey Peak, where the Godspine met the Dragon's Teeth, over six thousand of that order's warriors had gathered for a preemptive strike on Orcholde, and they promised riches and glory to any that accompanied them into battle. It is whispered by the priests of Fate that something darker is holding the orcs together, using them a bludgeon to soften up Uriah for something more sinister.

**Mordoskul**

Gaz looked down from his perch in the Dragon's Teeth, orcs teemed in their thousands, at least a dozen tribal banners flapped in the wind. Gaz named each banner with ancient hatred, Black Anvil, Gutzmangul, Scaldfist, Bludtoof, Bad Teef, Rock Eatas... the list whent on, many of these orcs loathed each other, and would often slay each other on sight, but under the watchful gaze of Warboss Bahg Dwarfjaw, none dared for fear of incurring his wrath. Tribes of ogres and groups of trolls were also present, their mighty frames clad in crude iron armor, each spiked with tribal fetishes and war trophies. This was a muster unlike any before, and the fortress of Orcholde was teeming with the greenskins, their numbers filling the ancient orcish fort with their sweaty bodies. Gaz was to report his findings to the rest of the dwarven scouting party, but as he made to return to camp, he saw a pair of beady eyes looking at him from the darkness. Goblins, scouts or watchmen, they had seen him, and they made to run.

**Mordoskul**

(Dezranze)

The assassin glances about, searching for his pursuer.

1-15 Perception

**yeenoghu**

"A battle, eh? Well an army of orcs is a worthy adversary (almost as worthy as this dragon's piss ale I've been drinking)" Otto thanks the stable urchin, the drunkard, the inkeep, the wench with most of his coin for such information and hospitality, and for tending his horse and supplying him for his journey. He rides at dawn to Greypeak, to meet this Silver Circle, just before first light, with a full belly, acheing head, and a much lighter purse to travel with.