conversations: human
conversations:  You three were all mighty orcs. You all lived great lives of pillaging, raiding, and cursing, and in your opinions, you all lived in heaven where you lived.
  
  And then you died.
  
  Now you are in boats, rowing across a magma ocean, and you are the rowers. The chains are very weak, however, and the guards are runts. You don't like it here, you thought, so at this moment, you decided to break free.
  
  Orcs- Those Fate Hates... and Just Can't Get Rid Of!
conversations: Dark Lord Salsa:
conversations: human
conversations:  Agronak easily breaks the chains. He stands up on the boat and looks at his guards. "Blaaaaaaarrrrrrr!" he screams at them ready to strike.
conversations: Lank:
conversations: human
conversations:  Magok locks eyes with the guard and begins a low cackle, rising in volume until it echoes across the lake, reverberating and creating an eerie and eldritch sound. The guard, paralyzed with their fear of the power of the terrifying shaman before them, doesn't brace for the butt of the oar Magok is holding to slam into their chest, knocking them over the side of the boat.
conversations: IZ42:
conversations: human
conversations:  Narg stands up, rolling his mighty muscles, snapping the chain holding him like a twig,  then walks towards the front of the boat.  A poor guard is foolish enough to step in his way, a mighty kick from narg sends him off for an unpleasant swim.
  
  " Narg Bored.  Narg not like that way, Narg say go this way " pointing away from the initial destination, to be honest, narg is not sure where he is pointing, only that it is different, " Who with Narg?! " he shouts.
conversations: Kyrinthic:
conversations: human
conversations:  The guards are stunned at Agronak's feat of strength so they stand there paralyzed with fear. Agronak walks forward on the boat and retrieves his rusty, filthy looking hammer from his bag that they had confiscated. He points the hammer at his guards and starts waving it around wildly.  "You be Agronak's prisoners now! You row and Agronak tell what to do now on!" 
conversations: Lank:
conversations: human
conversations:  As the out of control orcs take over the boats, the other boats begin to surround the boats in order to maintain control of the situation and stomp to dust those who tried to escape. The boats are being boarded on all sides by Hell Guards, and you and your fellows are surrounded on all sides.
conversations: Dark Lord Salsa:
conversations: human
conversations:  " Narg not have sword, you will do " Narg explains to one of the hell guards as he punches him full in the face, then grabs the stunned creature by the legs and swings him wide, knocking the other hell guards on that side back into the lava, quickly clearing the closest boat he lets the now quite dead guard drop.   Stepping into the cleared out boat, he waves to the other escaped orcs, " This boat better, Narg take better boat! " as he scoops up a large sword dropped by one of the guard knocked off the boat.
  
  As the new boat fills with escaped orcs, Narg chops parts off of any guards that come within his reach, " now go! " he tells the orcs once the new boat is full.
conversations: Kyrinthic:
conversations: human
conversations:  Magok's cackle falters to a slow, wheezing cough as he thumps his chest, trying to get more air into his lungs. Seeing Narg point at the other boat, he nods, and still coughing, slowly makes his way over to the boat.
conversations: IZ42:
conversations: human
conversations:  Agronak pulls out his lute and is about to launch himself in the darkest, most brutal lute solo ever that would make the guards ears explode. Instead one of his strings breaks. The string goes flying and bounces of the guards armor. Agronak is dumbfounded but he instead points at Narg.  "Punchy orc over there bigger problem!" 
conversations: Lank: