[Horde] Session Five
Last time on the Horde Campaign, we made it to Zethgor where we met a crotchety warchief of the Bleeding Hollow clan, Kilrogg. He didn’t like us, and told us to get off his lawn. Rude.
The Orcs are kind of returning to life as usual and are ignoring us but not ignoring us at the same time. The group all look to Arthak for his leadership.
Arthak takes a long drag of his smoke, and heads into the tent after the war chief. Sorak offers his company, which Arthak graciously accepts.
Meanwhile, Azgadaan studies the golem, seeing it as rather derelict.
Kilrogg scuttles along, audibly exhaling after killing his relative. A young orc girl runs up and offers a cup of water, and he downs it and throws it back at her.
He reiterates that he told them to leave. Arthak responds that they needed to continue. The old orc thinks we and our Dranaei are too much trouble, and we attract trouble, and will in turn attract trouble for him.
Arthak reassures that they won’t bring trouble.
Old man orc isn’t interested in stuff that will benefit the horde, how will we benefit him and his clan in particular.
Arthak asks what this warband can do for him? What does he want, ect. Ect.
Old orc gets up close and personal, eye to eye, and asks Arthak his name. After Arthak introduces himself, old orc has heard about Arthak’s past and questions why he should trust him. Blackrock only build citadels in his territory and letting the “traitor-spawn” through will cause more citadels to be built.
Arthak says he’s not like other Blackrocks. He keeps his promises and asks for things.
Kilrogg agrees, but with A CATCH. He won’t get a boat, though, unless he gives the order. If Arthak wants that, he’ll have to prove himself to the clan. Only Bleeding Hollow Orcs can use them. He tells Arthak to HUNT and Master the Jungle… or try, as it’ll be funny if nothing else.
“Some ogres, causing some trouble our in the Northeast. You want a boat? You take ‘em out. Whoever is leading them… bring me his scalp, body, eye… SOMETHING.”
Arthak agrees.
BOATS FOR TROPHY.
They agree and Kilrogg sends him off. The little orc girl refills the Warlord’s waterskin.
Kilrogg doesn’t quite know where the Ogres are. He notes that Sarrok is a Frostwolf, as he’s brown.
“We’re still around, we’re still kicking, we’re still hunting.” Sarrok says.
Azgadaan wanders up to the busted up Apexis Golem. It has a thin layer of moss all over it. It’s been here for a bit.
Az. knows some about it, but the most he can tell is that it’s busted up. It would take some serious work to do something with it.
Remnii explains it’s an Arakkoa version of the Apexis golem.
Spinyl remains in the cart and is fanned by Mindy. He has a jungle palm frond and he begins to fan Spinyl. It’s added to his inventory.
Arthak and Sarrok return. Arthak explains they’re going on an Ogre hunt and he tells the details. Otherwise, no boat.
Arthak explains the hunt to Azgadaan. Sarrok smiles when asked to track the ogres, he and his Frostwolf have this.
Mork and Mindy offer to stay in the camp with the cart. The rest of the Warband moves out, taking only what they need.
Yrel chews on the bottom of her lip, and asks Arthak to allow her a weapon. Arthak agrees, but once they’re in the jungle. She worries of Ambush, he says if push comes to shove he’ll throw her a weapon.
Once they’re out of sight, Azgadaan hands Yrel her weapon.
Remnii sees a glowy thing darting at the tops of the trees, starting once they left the camp. She doesn’t know exactly what it is, but it appears to be a giant floating eyeball. Remnii follows it with her eyes and tells the group what she sees.
Arthak knows that the Bleeding Hollow Warlocks made an eye themed off of their leader’s tradition of taking their eye. It’s called the Eye of Kilrog.
While the Bleeding Hollow is watching them, Remnii cannot help but shake the feeling that they’re being watched elsewhere.
Wintermaw and Sorak find no sign of the trail yet, but suddenly! Wintermaw sniffs the ground and he lets out a low bark. Sorak investigates, they find a big, fuckin’ footprint.
They make their way through the jungle and shush Spinyl. Sorak’s bloodlust is clear, though. Low chatter can be heard in the distance after they travel for some time. As they look through the brush, there’s a number of large figures walking through the woods.
They’re walking East, the party is approaching from the North.
This just in. Ana will taint wolves.
As the party sneaks, they hear the ogres talking. “Hrmmp, them orcs ain’t so tough. This might be their jungle, but that don’t mean much when they’re smeared on the ground. Eh?”
They banter back and forth, shushing each other until they return to camp.
“Hmmmrm.” Arthak says.
The party debates killing the Ogre party. They opt for it, with Sarok’s tracking skills to take their party the whole way after Ogre-death.
Azagadaan tries to swing in on them, but he takes gross tree-damage, as Fel-acid spurts on to him. Remnii touches both Arthak and Yrel and gives them some nice buffs.
Electricity courses from Sarok’s lightening scars. It forms a hammer and it rockets towards one of the Orcs. He mad. He follow it with igniting fire around the ogre, he’s able to avoid it.
Daan attacks, Spinyl then casts Faerie Fire. fuck these ogres. Spinyl does a little succubus dance with her fan. Colors splatter from her fan to the ogres, very primary colors. They’re all glowing.
Remnii casts aNOTHER Buff.
“You! Go tell Rengar!” One of the Ogres order. One of them tries to flee to tell their boss.
The other three ready themselves, chucking spears and bracing for impact. Daan lands some hits, one of the spines stick right into an Ogre’s eye. The eye remains, he’s bleeding. A lot. Azgadaan kicks the shit out of an ogre with Eldritch blast. Sarok misses.
Spinyl unleashes a scathing “Do you have something in your eye?” The ogre grits his teeth in anger. Arthak orders Sarok’s wolf on the orge that’s running, as he’s the best chance to catch him. Arthak then lets his sword bite into another ogre.
The running Ogre gets away, but his path will be easy to follow. Frostmaw looks to Sarok “Follow running man???” Sarok orders him to stay and fight the ogres here. Frostmaw tackles one ogre to the ground.
Yrel attacks one of the ogres. She smashes down on it. Her maul presses into his gut, as he looks up, she knocks his head clear off. His body now counts as difficult terrain.
Arthak springboards off of the dead ogre’s body to attack the other, much as the ween once did to James, himself. He drives the nodatchi into his chest, Yrel follows up and smacks the other ogre dead.
One ogre remains. He tries to swing at Yrel. The ogre walks through acid.
Spinyl sits in a tree branch and continues mocking the remaining ogre. “Awww, swing and a miss!”
Daan attacks again, Frostmaw attacks. The ogre gets munched. Azgadaan stuns him. So many status ailments. Sorak takes the final blow by sticking his hand in the puddle below the ogre. He hurts himself, but he electrocutes the fuck out of the Ogre. As he splashes down, dead, it splashes up on Yrel and Arthak.
The ogre that was running away comes back on the combat tracker, as Arthak loads up his Greatbows to hit him. He aims and goes for his thigh, in a place to make a blood trail. The arrow sinks into him, and the ogre begins to, in fact, bleed. Azgadaan lands a pot shot, too.
“Arthak, can I borrow a blade?” Sarok asks.
Sarok tries to hack away at the Ogre’s head, Sarok wants to watch the ogre suffer, wanting to watch them grow paranoid with their coming. Everyone shoots that idea down, as no one has goddamn time for this..
‘Orges don’t have honor” Sarok growls.
“But we should.” Arthak counters.
With the trail hot, the group still takes a moment to rest. Sarrok smiles. The party recollects themselves.
The bloodtrail leads into a small clearing. There’s an ogre corpse in the way. The party sees the orge, face down in the clearing. There’s a small ruin. There’s a guard tower. The tower is more a ring of stones with a broken base. The whole building is torn asunder.
The party sees something inside of the ring. Inside, there are two large humanoids. They see two Saberons. One looks like a lion, the other looks like a panther. They are very dead. It’s hard to tell what killed them.
Sarok (PASSES THE SAVE VIA NAT 20) and Remnii investigate the corpses. They see the wounds are hard to place, but they’re made from a weapon. It’s hard to identify. Arthak can’t figure it out, either. There’s something about the wound, though. The ogre has similar wounds.
The injury is mangled and twisted.
Sarrok becomes really angry, then really calm. He walks close to Arthak, “Looks like you’re being accused of another murder.”
“The same injuries?”
“Exactly the same.”
“Okay.”
“The object of our hunt, has changed.”
The rest of the party questions the change in motives, Remnii asks what it’s about.
“Goel’s family.” Arthak answers, not saying anything else.
Azagdaan who was keeping watch, sees nothing else.
Just then Wintermaw’s ear perk up. It’s at that exact moment that Remnii takes an arrow to the shoulder. She cries out and drops to her knees. The arrow comes from the North side.
It snarls, “YOU KILLED MY BROTHERS. Now the beats of the jungle will feed on your flesh!:
Lights peep their way through the forest. Raptors click and lurch their ways out of the forest.
“You want venance for your brothers? Come and take it yourself!” Arthak growls, in return. Arthak shoots out to where the voice came from, namely to send a message.
Azgdaan also threatens him, stating that they didn’t kill his brothers.
“By your hands or not, you will pay.” The Saberon snarls.
The party forms a circle around Remnii, as she was just shot. Remnii smells something, as she’s a medical professional. It’s Raptor pheromones, they’re coming for her because of it. She alerts the party and is ordered to get on Daan when he approaches.
Azgadaan hits the raptors with a spell. The raptors shriek and advance their attacks. Wintermaw misses. Daan goes in for an attack. Spinyl kills one of the Raptor, it looks at her in fear, but it explodes in the braincase.
One raptor flies into the air and it grabs Daan’s wings, collapsing his wings. He digs his claws into Daan throat.
A couple of arrows skirt their way through and shoot towards Arthak. Daan is able to catch where the culprit is in the woods. Arthak can begin to get a read on where the man is.
Yrel misses twice. The raptor is too small! She is able to heal Remnii, despite her misses.
Post-raptor attack, Arthak drops his bow and pulls out his nodatchi. He looks in the direction of the mystery man.
Arthak calls out to the mystery man, calling him upon his honor as the Warband wants the murderers dead just as much.
Sarok attacks one of the smaller raptor. Arthak slices into another raptor. A raptor bites into Arthak’s side. The raptor on top of Daan tries for Azgadaan.
“You speak of honor? You orcs have no honor!” The cat snarls.
Arthak and hee change a dialogue, Orcs disrespected his people’s honor. Who would he respect his?
Remnii pleads to him: “If you would not listen to an Orc, would you listen to A Draenei-- one whose people were culled by dishonorable hands? I am wounded, with nothing to hide. To seek retribution for your fallen brethren is honorable, yet to assault strangers whose goals are the same? Words will often go further than... raptor pheromones and wayward arrows. Your brothers shall not know rest, proper rest, if your ill-gotten attempt at revenge kills strangers while their murderers go free?”
“Your words fall on deaf ears, girl.” He snarls, “Perhaps you can escape while my pets are busy. You should have time to run away.”
Remnii sighs sadly, figuring this one a lost cause. Azgadaan summons forth a VoidWalker. He feels the chill of the void lower the temperature in the area. Crawling out of the shadows, he sees two brilliant two gold wristlets. “Why have you calllleedddd?”
“Kill that stinking beast.” Azgadaan points.
“As you commandddd.” The Void Walker goes.
Meanwhile, Yrel fucking splats a raptor to death. She then SWINGS WIDE and cracks damage onto the Fel Raptor.
The Fel Raptor claws for Arthak, critting and fucking that shit up. It gnaws at him, sweeping him down and grabbing his leg with his claw. He’s hamstrung. It reaches up and it bites down on his head, but his face is burning with acid. He’s acquired the Horrific Scar injury too. GO HORDE
Wintermaw and the Velociraptor dance around each other.
The Saberon steps out of the shadows, a white tiger. He’s wearing hunting leathers and is carrying a bow. Two more raptors come out from the woods.
Frostwolf baps the raptor’s face into the muck and it eats goo.
Yrel swings and misses but then swings and WINS. She hits the Fel Raptor for a lot of damage. She looks to Arthak, she holds out a hand a they share glyphs for a moment, as she casts Gift of the Naaru on him. His wounds knit and his pupils dilate and he has some advantages. (Note: Arthak is having a blast.)
Sorak tries to hit the Saberon, but it misses.
Arthak gets taken down by another fucking raptor.
The Void Walker swings down and goes right after the raptor. There’s a yelp as the raptor dies. It slams into another one, killing it to. “I HAVE DEALT WITH IT.” Kills one. “I HAVE DEALT WITH THIS ONE TOO.” Kills two. “AND THIS ONE.” Kills three. “WHAT ELSE AM I TO DEAL WITH?” He flourishes.“I AM GRIMNOS THE GREAT.”
He goes on a murder rampage.
Walking forward, the Saberon sprints towards Sarok on all fours. He leaps on the wall and dives in at him. He goes in with his claws, but Sarok catches him on his shield. There’s rage and determination on his face, regardless.
Azgadaan blasts the Fel Raptor for some damage. Spinyl gets hit with raptor
Wintermaw furiously shakes a raptor corpse in his mouth, as he finally won the dance with it. That being said another raptor sinks into him.
Remnii heals up Arthak, bringing him back to consciousness. She also brings Sarok into better health.
Spinyl directs attacks away from herself to Grimnos, Grimnos the great deflects it. Yrel gets bitten and she is stunned for a round. Spinyl deflects another attack, and Azgadaan doesn’t have any trouble deflecting it with the shield.
Arthak gets up to see the Saberon. He clips into the Saberon, but he seems unphased. Daan also attacks the Saberon, but the Saberon dodges. The Saberon swings at Sarrok, still. Sarrok reflects it, lunging in for a bit. Sarok spins in and bites him right-the-fuck back. He gets a mouth full of white fur.
“At least you have some fight in you.”
Sarrok spits fur back in the Saberon’s face.
Grimnos rolls by, “I will leave these to you, pitiful servant of the Twisting Nether.” He says to Spinyl.
“You know, I liked you at first.” Spinyl pouts.
“Someday I will consume you allllll.” Grimnos says to Spinyl.
Wintermaw crit fails, stunned for a round, as he fights off the opposition.
Spinyl hits a raptor with her fan.
Back with the Saberon, Sarok lands a hit. He holds the Tiger’s face and electrocutes him in the face. The Saberon is temporarily blinds. Sarok, meanwhile, is healing Sarok.
“I’ve had enough of this.” Yrel growls. A violet crown appears over her head for a moment, channeling the Naaru. Her maul courses with light as she smites the Fel Raptor twice in a row. She hits it twice for a good chunk of damage. He misses on the return attack.
Sarok zaps the shit out of the Saberon, still. Arthak comes in and he follows through, threatening the Saberon into attacking him next round. He swings wildly, cutting through his armor.
Azgadaan commands Grimnos to attack the raptors. Remnii heals Arthak out of Critical. Yrel continues her battle with the goddamn raptor. A raptor sinks its teeth into Remnii as she heals up, and Grimnos draws the ire of raptors. Spinyl deflects the attacks.
As the orcs are closing in to attack, an arc of fire arcs over the party and slams into a tree nearby. As the fire hits, everyone looks over at it.
“THAT’S ENOUGH.” A voice bellows. Crushing through the forest, a blue skinned two headed ogre with a club.
The party sees a massive creature. It looks like an orc, but it’s HUGE. It’s got white skin with a club. Remnii knows them. He’s a Mok'nathal. They’re not supposed to exist any more. They were supposedly hunted to extinction.
The raptors cowl. The Saberon looks in his direction, he lowers his claws. Everyone’s blinking. The Saberon disengages, as do the Fel Raptors.
“What’s all this, then?” The big fucker says. “My scouts don’t return and here I find a pack of orcs. An upper head, Blackrock scum.”
Arthak hums, “Hrrm. You’re the leader of the Ogre band?”
“If by that you mean the leader of this Horde, then yes. Of My. Horde.” It’s punctuated
“Hrrm, the young Warchief this one spoke of. Your scouts are dead” Arthak says. “That one wasn’t us. The others are dead.” Arthak points with his sword to the Saberon, “He attacked us. We weren’t responsible for the deaths at this place.”
“Might I ask what you came here for?”
“Your head.” Arthak growls.
“I had a feeling you’d say something like that.” The half-orc laughs. “If you ask me, looks like you stumbled into the wrong part of the jungle. What a group is is a maghar, a blackrock orc, four demons and two draenei? Of all the groups that stumble into my jungle, this is not eh one I expected first.”
Arthak defends the Bleeding Hollow, and the Mok'nathal says that this world won’t belong to *him* much longer.
“You think to defeat the Horde?” Arthak asks.
“There’s not thinking about it, Blackrock. It will happen.” “Hmm. What’s your name, Warchief?”
“I’m called Garlock. Remember that name. If you would, when you return to that Warchief of yours, tell the Destroyer I’m coming for him. He’ll pay for everything he’s done. You won’t be claiming my head today, not unless you have a death wish, after all, you’re a bit out numbered.”
“Are these one’s that strong?”
“I’m never alone.” Garlock grins, the air around him flickers. The party can see after images. He’s a Shaman.
“Rengar, let these fools go.” Garlock says to the Saberon.
“Chieftain, if I may, can I ask what caused this?” Sarok asks, pointing to the corpses.
The tribe had assumed it was the Warband, Sarok wants to know who did this. Garlock points to the bodies. He also tells the party to take a head of the ogres back, as the blind old fool won’t tell the difference in who leads a Warband.
“And remember, tell the Destroyer, I’m coming for him” Garlock spits and walks away. “Don’t worry about the eyes, they’ve been dealt with.”
The Saberon snarls, “We will meet again.” He scrambles over the wall with the Fel Raptor.
The four roll out, leaving a damaged Warband-- almost.
Arthak and Sarok notes something ~almost~ familiar about the Mok'nathal. He looks like a certain Warchief.
“I gave my word to Kilrogg Deadeye that I’d come back with your head or not at all.” Arthak suddenly calls after the party.
Garlock grins, “Then I suggest you take a different path home.”
“Our purpose lies across the water through his lands. I’m honor-bound.” Arthak says.
“Arthak didn’t you swear an earlier oath? One much older, to find their killers?” Sarok calls him out.
“If there’s one thing I understand about vengeance, it’s that it. Takes. Patience.” Arthak growls.
“My ability to track the killers is time sensitive.” Wins whirls around the orcs.
“I’;m taking up your time. You do what you need to do. I’ll do this. We need to get across the water to get to Shadowmoon. To get Kilrogg blessing we need his head.”
“Vengeance won’t take time, if I kill my messenger the it won’t get to the destroyer.”
“It will get to your father, either way.”
“Don’t remind me.” Garlock growls.
“Also, if someone wanted their warchief dead, they’d do so.”
“Let me make something clear to you, Arthak. Perfectly clear. My grandfather will pay. For every single thing he’s done and every single life he’s been taken-- least of all his own daughter. I don’t care about what quest you’re on, I don’t care about what you have to do, you’re a crafty sort, you’ll find another way.” Garlock growls, “I’ll stop wasting your time if you stop wasting mine.”
Arthak steps forward. Yrel grabs her arm.
“The better part of valor is discretion, Arthak, throwing your life away. You promises to help find our sister. You promised to
“If you die here you doom all of us, you know that right?”
“You’re our best chance at rescuing our sister. I will not let you throw that away.”
“We’re here on your purpose. If I do this, it’s to help save your sister. This could be our best shot… or my death. In fact… it’s likely to be. It’s your sister. If i don’t do this, we’ll have to find a different way. We’ll lose time.”
“Throw your life away, fine.” Yrel growls.
“I’m asking you.” Arthak searches her, “Do you not want me to do this?”
“No. We need you alive. This is a potential chance, we’ll find another way.”
“All right.” Arthak looks to the Mok'nathal. “I don’t challenge you today.”
“I’m glad we reached this understanding.” Garlock growls, turning to leave with a shrug.
‘Very well, go in peace, and best of luck in killing your grandfather.” Arthak wishes him. He turns and start walking away.
Azgadaan suggests that they give the eyes of the ogres to the Bleeding Hollow. Arthak will not lie to them, though. He is going to tell them what to do here. They decide to make camp. Arthak looks over the Saberons, debating on skinning them for both a cloak and for evidence.
The ogres have nothing of actual value on them. Azgadaan pockets one of their shortswords, though. The bodies have been moved-- after Spinyl takes claws for Dranosh’s necklace.
Sarok plops down on the spot and starts talking to the wind. SHAMAN STUFF.
What killed them?
A mortal like you but not.
How many inflicted these wounds?
Just one.
What did it use to kill them?
Two pieces of Fel-Steel. We shiver against them, we dare not approach.
As he’s doing this, Azgadaan looks to him. He can’t quite place it, but it’s mystical in nature for sure.
The party makes a quick camp, they set up the watch and hunker down for the night.
Sarok and Arthak share a work. They head to the dead ogre.
“So, what did you learn?” Arthak asks.
“Well.” Sarok sighs, annoyed. “If you’re still concerned with it, it was done by a single person. These injuries were done by two weapons.”
“So one killer wielding two weapons?”
“Have you heard of two weapons that could cause all of these injuries?”
Arthak knows jack, “No.”
“They were fel weapons, the wind itself was terrified.”
“Not suprising. It suggests Gul’dan’s hand. Which, again, is not surprising.”
“When I asked what did it-- it was a mortal, like me, but not.”
“A mortal but not? hrrm. “
“We are mortal, Arthak. Possibly like an Orc, but not an orc. That’s how I took it.”
Arthak makes a connection. “Gul’dan’s servant. Garona.”
Sarok knows that she is the enigmatic servant of Gul’dan, but no else. He knows she’s not fully Orc, either. “A half-breed.”
“Gul’dan’s half breed.”
“Interesting, that would explain quite a bit.”
‘She’s the one who came to me with Gul’dan’s work. I had a few thoughts on those lines.”
“If only I could have asked our friends to get more information for us.”
“Hmmph. There will be other opportunities. That being said, uf Gul’dan sent them here, Gul’dan’s already away of this New Horde… Blackhand’s Grandchild of all things.”
“Regardless, the first clue in 5 years.”
“I’m assuming you have a way of staying in contact with Go’el.” Arthak says.
“No convenient way to communicate.”
Arthak is surprised, “Really? Not what I was expecting.”
“I’m not quite as well-practiced as the others would have been by this point. Puts a damper on your training when you have to everything in the quiet and dark.”
“Anyway, we’ll inform Go’el as soon as we can. Let us rest and see what we can salvage in regards to Deadeye. Unless you have anything you want to say to me.”
“There's nothing left to say.” Sarok broods. “You know my feelings. We’re not some pathetic little race the requires words to settle everything.” He gestures to camp.
Arthak walks and pauses. He offers and arm clasp. Sarok takes it, and punches Arthak in the face. Arthak spits blood into the ground. “Like I said, we don’t need words.” Sarok still has the arm clasp.
Arthak shakes off his gauntlet, and he then punches Sarok back. They tussle. They tie scores. After a good 5 or 10 minutes limping. Sarok isn’t smiling. Arthak isn’t either. Bygones are bygones.
ORCBACK MOUNTAIN/BLACKROCK MOUNTAIN
The next day, everyone makes it through the night. When they backtrack, all the ogres are gone. The blood trail leads back to Zeth’gor.
The party arrives back in half a day’s travel. When they walk in, the Warband sees the three Ogres mounted on big-ass pikes (basically trees). Sorak chuckles. One of the Bleeding Hollows says, “Eyy, Warlord wants to see you/”
“I assumed as much, let’s not keep him waiting.”
The Warband goes to speak to Kilrogg. There’s more Ogres, they’re impaled on stakes. There’s 9 of them total on the way there. The wounds are all there, on those Ogres.
“Someone’s cleaning house.” Sarrok notes, grim.
When they enter, Kirogg is sitting back with a grin as Sarok and Arthak enter. His arms are thrown out, “Looks like you out did yourself. Scouts brought back all the bodies, even the Chieftain too, impressive! I would have let you take the thing if you took back one Ogre.”
Arthak throws a scalp down. “One more. Only the 4 at the entrance are down are ours. We c=encountered the Warlord, but circumstances kept me from taking his head.”
Kilrogg’s happy face vanishes. “SO you’re telling me the bastard is out there, in my jungle?”
“He said he was leaving.”
‘Where?”
“Didn’t specify, but to the North. It was a Mok'nathal. Word should be sent to the Warchief, the Mok'nathal is forming his own Horde and wishes to take revenge on Warchief Blackhand. It bears his blood through his daughter.”
Kilrogg thinks. “Why should I care? If the Warchief's kid is spitting out babies from the afterlife, don’t care. You still did did, go use my damn boats and get out of my jungle.”
“With pleasure.” Arthak says.
“Yeah, yeah.”
Sarok gesture to the ogres, “As for these, you have an assassin somewhere in your forest.”
“You don’t say?” Kilrogg muses.
“You spoke well of Durotan, yes?”
“He was an alright man, kinda stupid, though.” Kilrogg says.
“Here you have their assassin. Or at least… something trained in the exact same manner.”
“Mighty unfortunate.” Kilrogg says.
Kilrogg commends the work. “You know that happened when I lost this? When I seen my death, it wasn’t by no sulker, oh no.”
“Fair enough.”
“They wanna pick something with my people? I’ll find ‘em, I'll kill ‘em.” He points to his eye.
“I like this one! Get them some!” Kilrogg says.
The little Orc girl from before gets them all a dish of the liquid. It’s basically sake. “Three hours South, you’re gonna get are Canoes, two people. You can have as many as you need. Hope enough of you know how to use them, though. Oh, watch out for the things in the water. Shadowmoon valley is weird, things in the water, too.”
‘A lot of things have gotten weird.”
“Why should I care?” He gestures, “Off with you.”
The young orcs exit, only after the little orc girl thinks Sarok is a cutie.
Mork and Mindy cry about having to leave their cart if they want to come across the water.
“Actually, I’m a pretty proficient rower.” Mork says.
“I’m good at pretending to do things!” Mindy exclaims. They sell their cart.
“Get ready Master, you will see Mork do wheeling and dealing.”
Arthak’s scars are badass. “AT least it’s from a fight that I won… kind of.”
“It was from a fight, not a beating… I was talking about myself getting scars… not anyone else.”
Three hours down the line, they see Bleeding Hollow Scouts lining the roads… or whatever they have in a semblance of roads.
They come across the fishing village of Zeth’kur, the water expands before the Warband, they’re off to Shadowmoon.
