(https://78.media.tumblr.com/fff666b036ee03ffb9fdc636949fdbd5/tumblr_myttgyQhzY1sou3t6o1_500.jpg)<br/><strong>Alrun<br/>Journey to Ayvanus cave<br/>Tag: Ilya and her posse</strong><br/><br/>Alrun had bought the Barbarian ale.. just not saving the time to drink it. It was as if he was in a hurry, almost.<br/><br/>Gil's question on the road was answered with a: "Ah. yes.. yes, a one time thing, most likely." in the manner with which people that keep some of their thoughts too close to themselfs tended to speak.<br/>"You must have miscounted though, together with me there's a total of eight dorks and you."<br/><br/>"The wildernis here is not good for vehicles. So on this mission.. no. A little wandering is quite healthy though, I like to do it all the time." He chuckled.<br/>When Kirss approached him more privately, he tilted his head, looking at her thoughtfully. "If you are a blabbermouth, why should I share.. s.. stop looking at me like that..<br/><br/>.. will you stop? You look like a sad puppy someone kicked.. alright.. .. alright. But you aren't allowed to call me crazy." The wizard mused.. and then began explaining: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZd5WJ0EPiQ)<br/><br/>"There is an old enemy, one who is dead and gone from this world, or so everyone but me seems to belive. An old, dangerous enemy. I go to this cave for knowledge, but in part it is to.. well, prove me wrong about my theories. But until I am, I want to move unnoticed and watch the shadows. Not every shadow.. but any shadow.<br/><br/>Have you noticed it? I bet no one has. That, in the last few moments of the days dying light, every shadow, of every creature on this world, has grown just a little bit longer...<br/><br/>Hahaha! So, in conclusion, clearly, I'm just a paranoid old drifter who got their hands on a valuable little trinket by accident and now searches for silly tales of histories past!" The feeling of seriousness dispelled with the mans cheerful attitude.. yet something about his look made Kirss not want to question any further..<br/><br/>He did take the goodberry with a pleased not, stowing it away in one of his deep pokets. He chuckled inwardly at the flustered Ilya.. that nonethless promised to keep others well fed as if they were hers already. He couldn't help but tease with a:<br/>"Strange.. a few of you look a little flushed.. I do hope there's no fever going about.."<br/><hr/><br/>For the next few minutes Alrun wandered on, finally looking up from his compass-thing at the skies himself.<br/>"We can continue on, if it's just a light drizzle. Let's see."<br/>It was not just a light drizzle.<br/>Indeed, it was not. The rain came fast and hammered down in buckets on them all. It took only a brief moment for even Alrun to decide:<br/><br/>"Alright, alright, better to arrive at the cave tomorrow than tonight and wet. Let's head there, to the shadow of that cliff (https://magic.wizards.com/sites/mtg/files/image_legacy_migration/images/magic/daily/arcana/arc1376_plains.jpg)" he determined, rushing ahead while all of them were only a bit wettened by the rain.<br/><br/>It was a good idea. So good infact, that you were not the only ones having it. Arrian spotted them first, but they were not subtle. At all.<br/><br/>They were approaching, armed. Grunting angrily at the rain, and then suddenly smirking and snearing upon seeing you. A band of about thirty orcs (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/labibliotecadelviejomundo/images/a/a8/Portada_Reinos_Ogros_6%C2%AA_Karl_Kopinski.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20141029154721&path-prefix=es), mostly armed with crude or improvised weapons, only one or two more heavily armored in rusted plates.<br/><br/>Alrun narrowed his eyes, the rain now a second concern as the orcs approached, readying their weapons and clubs. "Mayon'slat orcs. The bottom of the pecking order for the three great orc tribes. They're savages, scavengers, degenerate and brutal, but tough and with great stamina. Lucky for us, all in all. If those were Augrim's tribe, with a shaman on their side, their numbers would be quite deadly. As is.. ready yourself. the warriors to the front. We don't have to kill all, just injure and kill enough to drive them away." Alrun adviced, taking a protective flank himself, not comfortably leading the charge, but also not standing back.<br/><br/>"Ack'gummsh ackrar mag!" One orc enthused as soon as they closed in, rain splattering on green skin. "Mack mack buh Agoo! Bargurna." Another made, smacking his lips towards Arrian. Another shook his head and pointed. "Bar! Mack mack bago Agoo!".. this one seemed to be eying Gil.<br/>"Whack Gur'um akmur mal? Pferh! Mak'urma!" one of the better armored ones eyed Ilya<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Orcish</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Look. Sluts to rape!" One orc enthused. "That one is good to (rape or fuck a lot) for Bargur." Another made, smacking his lips towards Arrian. Another shook his head and pointed. "No, the small one is a good (to rape or fuck a lot)!".. this one seemed to be eying Gil.<br/>"Are those your slaves, weakblood? We make them ours!(forcefully)"  one of the better armored ones eyed Ilya.<br/><br/>(Even if Ilya diplomacies or tries to claim these are just her slaves, the orcs just see an opportunity with a single warrior accompanying what appears to them as mostly harmless females.)<br/></div></div>(Ilya, or anyone speaking orcish can try social rolls as they please, but it would only at best add small combat-advantages. Those trying to communicate with the orcs in common suffer a -5 penalty and there could be disadvantages to negative results, so be cautious.)<br/><br/><strong>DM<br/>Tag: Gil</strong><br/><br/>Sometihng about Gil's gentle halfing charms motivated the barkeeper to make sure an ale was provided to the halfling after all. Though, if she took her time drinking it, she'd have to hurry after the others, worse than Arrian.<br/><br/><strong>DM<br/>Tag: Evri</strong><br/><br/>When Evri tried out his divine sense on the not a wizardly man, something strange had happened.. that kept him quiet and thinking about it for a short while.<br/>While everyone else were just, well, normal, for just a short moment, Evri couldn't see Alrun at all. In his place was a thing of pure light (http://goldenageofgaia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/HeavenAndEarth3.jpg), too blinding to even make out its shape, too blinding to fully comprehend, warm and soothing, yet overwhelming and...<br/>Alrun pulled his cloak tighter, poking Evri's chest. "There are reasons we dress in clothes. We don't want strangers to seek us<em>naked</em>, understood, young paladin?" He remarked, wagging his finger, with the same thoughtful smile he gave everyone.<br/>(He does not register as evil. :p<br/>Also, please pat Gil's head. I wanna see where that one goes :P )<br/><br/><strong>DM <br/>Tag: All</strong><br/>I have decided that this campaign will die the moment we began waiting on everyone's combat turns. I'll be employing a narration based custom heroics combat system on anything but big boss-encounters.<br/>Remember how in high fantasy the main cast fights down dozens of mocks, rather than miss an atack roll and take 1d6+1 from five, save to stabilize? That. :P<br/><br/><strong>Everyone please describe how your character would fight. <br/>Presume that you can take 3 rounds of actions, three attacks, spells, etc. <br/>If you want to use one of those actions to heal/defend/aid another/taunt an orc into spanking you rather than bash meanie face in, do note so as well. I will take the best possible actions for your character... I doubt you'll lose this one, considering your insane intiatives.. Seriously, ya'll got +10 on that or somethin. ^^</strong><br/><br/><em>Initative order</em><br/>Everi (24) Temerity(22, by gamblers fallacy you got some nat 1's coming.)->Ilya -> Arrian (19) -> Gil (15) Ye'me (13) -> Meo (11)