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**Mordoskul**

After arriving at an eccentric wizard's hut, and recieving a teleport to Grey Peak, Otto is assailed by hundreds of flapping banners, and thousands of suits of glittering mail. After being directed to the mercenary camps at the outskirts of the main Silver Circle camp, Otto breaks bread with the other soldiers of fortune. Shifty-eyed Arendians wrestled with powerfully built Skaldians, Thaneish havoc mages swapped spells with Carnorian sorcerers, and Otto felt right at home. After several days of drinking and feasting, the host was called upon to hear the leader of the expedition speak on the eve of battle. Confessor Isaac was a tall man dressed in the garb of a Krenilian Knight, his gold and sable armor polished until it shined, a massive, rune-etched warhammer he held over his shoulder. A young mustatioed Tyrican held the Silver Circle banner, his silver plate glimmering in the dawn-light. "Today we burn the foul greenskin in his own home, smite him with fire and purity! They seek to destroy the race of men, but we march into their own halls to see that he never makes this expedition! Warriors of the Silver Circle, march to war!"

The opening moves of the Siege of Orcholde stayed with the orcs for many hours, and the Silver Circle feared that they could not assail it's walls with force of arms. Then, Confessor Isaac led the charge from the fore, and smashed open the Orcgate with his blessed hammer. Then, Warboss Pinkmaula of the Biggutz tribe strode out to the Orcgate, smashing the Silver Circle back with his huge axe. Isaac himself was felled by a might blow from the crude weapon, but his standard bearer, the Tyrican named Manfred, slew the orc with his cold iron longsword, allowing the Silver Circle to enter the first ring of the orcish fortress. Now the Silver Circle was holed up in the ring, unable to bring their full forces through the small gates built for use by goblins, but if a small party was to enter, then they could open the gate from the inside... This is where Otto stands now, in the flame charred ruins of the first ring of Orcholde.

**mink580**

Name- Nero Skie
Race- Dark Elf
Class- Necromancer
Place of Birth- A Sacred Hall of Malleus
Life Story- He was born into his profession, from a young age he spent all of his time training, if he had any free time he used it reading tomes of dark magics or practicing his many reincarnation spells. After he left the halls of his lord, he search for a library to claim as his own.
Equipment- Long draping black cloak, long staff topped by a large blood red stone.

**Mordoskul**

Nero sat among the rest of the apprentices in the Hall of Blood and Bone, Bonesage Karil addressed them from a podium of animated, writhing elf flesh, that cried out piteously from time to time. "Students of the dark arts, you have served me and your god well throughout your training, and the Corpsecrafter has presented us with a task. Great necromantic power has been felt running throughout the Dragon's Teeth above, centered on the fortress of Orcholde. The orcs are not known to practice such magic, and you have been instructed to discover the source of the energy flow. You will be teleported from here shortly via the waystones in the lobby. You will work in teams of three, with a leader chosen from amongst yourselves. You may begin." Nero finds himself paired with the sharp-tongued N'varil, and the ravishing Monleiel, it's obvious both will select themselves to be team leader. After teleporting through the green flame of a waystone, Nero and his team find themselves outside the walls of Orcholde, the ugly squat fortress surrounded by warriors in glittering mail. Nero sneered; the Silver Circle had come calling. The Bonesage had not lied, the air practically stank of necromancy.

**yeenoghu**

Otto approaches one of the Silver Circle captains with a brilliant idea in mind. One, he thinks, may not have occured to his commanders. Ever the helpful and straightforeward sort, he pardons his intrusion into the command tent.

"If we could make our way through the goblin tunnels, a small band of raiders may be able to achieve the gate from the inside my lord. A small band, haha! I should fit right in!" booms Otto. After a pause, assuming the lack of laughter meant that it was only he that understood his jest, he introduced himself. "I am Otto, formerly of the mighty fortress of Plugh far across the wastes and I am no stranger to fighting orcs. Perhaps if one of our dwarven kin could help lead me through these tiny passages, we could have the gate open from the other side. I didn't bring my dinnerware for nothing, he says, drawing a long, broad bladed dirk from its sheath in his boot. I'm a bit big but if I can get through the goblin tunnels, I'm sure I can find a way to get that gate open once on the other side."

**Vulkan_He'stan**

As the goblins started to run so did Gaz Drawing his bow and firing at them

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

11

**Mordoskul**

Captain Heed smiled, "Excellent plan, son of Plugh, our dwarven allies have recently sent scouts to this area, and we should be making contact with them soon."

**Mordoskul**

(Gaz)

Ranged Test 1-10

**Mordoskul**

Dezranze looks into the darkness of the ally way, but sees nothing. He turns back, to continue on with his hunt, but he stumbles into something thin and sharp directly in front of him.

Evasion Test 1-17

**Vulkan_He'stan**

3

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

5

**Mordoskul**

Gaz's arrow pierces the goblin through the neck, causing it to drop with a squeal. The remaining goblin flees for it's life at full speed.

**Mordoskul**

Dezranze continues on, suddenly crying out as his leg is snared on a length of wire, pulling him up to a hook on the ally wall. He can hear footsteps approaching from either side.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

"Curse you! Show yourselves."

**Mordoskul**

Two lithe dark elven assassins detach from the gloom, their blades glittering in the darkness. "K'llien thought he could dispose of us with a mere student? I am insulted!"

**Vulkan_He'stan**

Run and escape the area before the whole place is alerted

**Mordoskul**

Gaz runs, and makes it up to a nearby hill. Peering down, he sees Orcholde besieged. Thousands of members of the Silver Circle have attacked the fortress, and have entered the first ring. They may need assistace...

**Vulkan_He'stan**

Rain arrows on the orks!

**Mordoskul**

(Uh, Gaz, you're really high up, and out of range. Read Yeenoghu's post on this or the previous page for what I mean by assistance.)

**mink580**

I walk towards the Orcs in mail and ask if there is a mage's tower somewhere in the area

**Mordoskul**

(Nero, you are near Orcholde, not in it)

**yeenoghu**

Otto's inpulsive side gets the better of him for once. He wondered how long the dwarven party had been gone. The captains all seemed so busy keeping order and drawing out their battle plans, and may just be waiting for their scouts to return. What if the scouts do not return? What if they ran into some terrible fate while the mighty force arrayed at the gate waits? Otto grows irritated of the waiting and decides to venture a short ways into the Goblin tunnels, just a short trek, he thinks to himself, just to check...

The going will be difficult, having to stoop or crawl, but with his long dagger in hand, a bag of bread crumbs to retrace his path, and an oil lamp to see with, he cautiously advances through the small opening into the narrow twisting tunnels. Around his waist is tied a rope, to which his pack is attached, dragging a few feet behind him so he can move in the narrow confines more easily. Stealth does not occur to the big man, as he is rather obvious to begin with, carrying a lantern in the dark tunnels. The backpack makes clattering and scraping noises on the stone, but, better to fit through the gaps than having it on his back. Otto is pleased with his mighty cunning for coming up with such a brilliant solution to his size problem.

**Mordoskul**

(Otto)

Otto slithers through the tunnels, making enough noise to raise the dead and make the deaf hear. Smacking his head on a protruding rock and swearing like a lunatic, Otto turns to see a rather stunned goblin staring at him slack-jawed, before letting out a scream and running down the tunnel.

**yeenoghu**

Otto mumbles to himself as he drags his way foreward. Stupid Gods, what have you gotten me into now? My plan was flawless... stupid Gods...

Hmmm... pesky little things... can't quite chase after him can I? Can't throw my knife either, no room to raise my arm... Oh well, perhaps he is going to get his friends... I'd best move quick so I can get to a place where I can at least stand up... I know the Orcs can't move in here any better than I, so they can't be far ahead.

**Mordoskul**

Otto crawls at great speed to a small room, by the looks of it, a goblin larder, just large enough for him to stand up in. The first goblin comes around the corner with a small stilleto of crude iron. As he peers around the corner, Otto's boot catches him in the face, breaking his scrawny, green neck. More goblins now enter through the hole, armed with crude swords and short spears.

Otto is level 2.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

"I am insulted that you have defiled my sight with your presence. This trap was clumsily made, and your armour could be easily penetrated with any decent blade. Now, what do you want me for?"

**yeenoghu**

Otto finds that he is getting to like the challenge of these small confines. With boyish glee he drops his lamp and falls upon the oncoming Goblins with his big hammy fists, attempting to bang their heads together and knock them out. Silly little things, but one of them may tell me the way to the gate!

"Haha! tiny varmints!" Otto exclaims aloud, thrilled with the prospect that he is properly thinking his way out of this goblin dilemma, using the calculating mind of a true warrior... He bashes a Goblin...
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If you need a number I pick number 5?

**Mordoskul**

(Dezranze)

"Your master seeks to humiliate us by slaying us with a mere student, now we humiliate him by killing you." He draws a serrated dagger, and draws it across Dezranze's face, causing beads of blood to travel down the length of the dagger. "I will kill you slowly, an offering to the Lord of Razors..." His companion smiles, and silently, pulls out a garrote wire, and with inhuman speed, slides it over the assassin's head, and begins to strangle him with the fine cord. He lowers him to the ground, not lightening the pressure on his victim's neck until he stops kicking. Then, he cuts you down from the trap. "Run, and tell no one of what has transpired, or you shall feel my wire as well." He then runs into the darkness.

**Mordoskul**

(Otto, I'm just loving the roleplaying)

Otto punches out several of the goblin's teeth, and proceeds to use him as a flail, beating several other goblins to pulp with their companion.

**Vulkan_He'stan**

Gaz needed a way to get down and report his recon and help the attack...