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Post by godwin on Oct 1, 2014 20:25:29 GMT -5
Day 3 11pm Old Warklegnaw's Camp
The party returns to the Forest Giant's camp about an hour before the midnight hour. Old Warklegnaw greets his new acquaintances seeing as they have returned early. He's gracious enough to share his camp. Though his face frowns at the sight of the unconscious Hobgoblin. Seeing the sour look upon his face, Vierda assures their host that the Hobgoblin will be no trouble and that he will be answering a few questions once he is awoken. The group sets down their gear and looks over the bindings on the prisoner to ensure he's not going anywhere. Vierda motions towards Conrad and says, "Would you like to wake him or shall I after we give him the elixir?" |
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Post by Yeti on Oct 2, 2014 12:58:54 GMT -5
As the party setups up their camp, they can see a small shrine hastily constructed next to a great oak tree next to the clearings edge. Upon it sits the gauntlet they had given Warklegnaw earlier.
"I share boar with you." Pointing to the well done dire boar.
As everyone settles back in, Warklegnaw sits in meditation in front of the shrine.
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Post by Yeti on Oct 2, 2014 13:00:18 GMT -5
Awakening to the touch of healing given, the hobgoblin struggles futile against his bindings.
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Post by godwin on Oct 3, 2014 10:41:26 GMT -5
The hobgoblin wakes to seeing a pair silver eyes close to his face and slight pressure upon his neck. The press of very sharp blade makes the creature cease his struggles. Blinking the glare from the giant's camp fire he realizes that the eyes belong to a black skinned elf and it is she that is holding a long curved blade to his throat. He takes a breath and lets his eyes wonder for a moment, first unconsciously to the elf's cleavage line, then to the others surrounding him. Several human males, a Halfling female, another black skinned elf, though this one is a male, and sitting by the camp fire sits a huge forest giant.
In a melodic voice, the female elf says in the gruntral language of goblins, "Good. You are awake. Now you will answer questions." To emphasize her point Vierda applies the slightest pressure to her blade, drawing a line of red on the hobgoblin's vulnerable throat.
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Post by Yeti on Oct 3, 2014 22:16:47 GMT -5
Attempting to spit at the female dark elf, getting it cut short by the blade. His eyes ablaze with anger.
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Post by godwin on Oct 4, 2014 9:49:51 GMT -5
"Tell me, how many are being gathered at Cinder Hill to march on the people of the Elsir Vale?" Though her words are melodious using the goblin tongue, her sharp attitude can not be mistaken, sharp as the blade upon the Hobgoblin's throat.
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Post by Yeti on Oct 4, 2014 15:48:43 GMT -5
"All the tribes are marching on the Vale."
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Post by godwin on Oct 5, 2014 11:45:48 GMT -5
"Tell me what you know of the one that leads the combined might of the tribes."
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Post by Yeti on Oct 5, 2014 12:05:01 GMT -5
"The High Dragonlord will crush you along with the rest of those from Brindol under his claws. Azarr Kul will feast on your bones."
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Post by godwin on Oct 5, 2014 12:44:12 GMT -5
"Does Azarr Kul lead his army in person?"
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Post by Yeti on Oct 5, 2014 15:58:32 GMT -5
"Yes the son of the mother of dragons leads our army."
Pausing, "Maybe you wish to meet him, I could take you to him." The hobgoblin mouth curling in an evil smile.
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Post by godwin on Oct 5, 2014 16:55:20 GMT -5
Looking at the map found at Vraath Keep, Vierda turns back to the prisoner. "Koth's map states that, All tribes muster here under Kharn. It states this by Cinder Hill. Who is Kharn?"
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Post by Yeti on Oct 5, 2014 17:58:09 GMT -5
"He is a talon of the mother."
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Post by godwin on Oct 5, 2014 18:06:24 GMT -5
"Who is the Mother of which you speak?"
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Post by Yeti on Oct 5, 2014 19:17:18 GMT -5
Smiling evily, "The mother of Azarr Kul."
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Post by godwin on Oct 5, 2014 20:04:44 GMT -5
A look of irritation comes over the Darksong Knight followed by a cold stare. "You know the reputation of my heritage. Your time with me can be tolerable or it can be excruciatingly painful. The fullness of your next answer will determine which it shall be. Name the mother of Azarr Kul."
*How I wish I was not the only person doing the questioning* |
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Post by Yeti on Oct 5, 2014 20:14:37 GMT -5
"She is Avaricious, the Dragon Queen."
*Knowledge Religion DC 17 - Will get you Tiamat off of the title he is using.*
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Post by godwin on Oct 5, 2014 20:38:11 GMT -5
Her eyebrow raising is the only indication of her surprise. "Who is Azarr Kul's father then?"
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Post by Yeti on Oct 5, 2014 21:16:08 GMT -5
"He is the gift of Avaricious."
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Post by godwin on Oct 6, 2014 10:27:38 GMT -5
"How many days from now does the horde plan to attack Drellin's Ferry?"
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Post by Yeti on Oct 6, 2014 11:00:05 GMT -5
"Soon we will crush all these human lands!"
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Post by godwin on Oct 6, 2014 11:28:19 GMT -5
"Perhaps, but not today." As the last word is registered on the face of the prisoner, but before he can retort, Vierda's blade comes out of its scabbard and in one fluid motion, takes the head off the prisoner. Wiping the blood off her blade on the fallen hobgoblin's tunic, Vierda sheathes her sword. "We must make all haste to Drellin's Ferry after first light." Says the frustrated and tired Darksong Knight.
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Post by godwin on Oct 6, 2014 19:59:35 GMT -5
At midnight a small pyre is seen not far from Old Warklegnaw's camp. In the distance, you can see an elven form dancing about the pyre as the moonlight bathes the small clearing the pyre is in. The elven form's dance has a sense of sadness at the loss of life...even an enemy's.
From the Dogma of Eilistraee: When fighting evil burn the bodies of the evil creatures slain as an offering to the goddess—unless such creatures are edible and non-sentient, and there are hungry folk near.
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