Lost Scout

[ChickieBooBoo]

(In my head I just pictured that scene in Shrek, where Fiona says "take this as a token of my gratitude..." lol)

"Must not." Ezra replied quietly as they walked. He was reluctant to say too much more in case there were orcs around. It didn't surprise him too much though. Afterall, Jasper was hardly a man himself, a surgeons apprentice. And he was a farmer, nearly the lowest ranking position in the settlement. He was worried that Ragnar might not take them seriously even with the token... he didn't even know that Jasper and himself had even accompanied Aelfric on the mission.

 

[StarrNico]

Strider nodded "A fire here and here should prove enough distraction. Then we can get some people out and kill some orcs. I can set up here to start with my bow."He pointed each time.

Ruby couldn't move anymore.
(I know )

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Satisfied with her job, Ghegari turned away from Ruby and began preparing other things for the soup. For a couple of minutes she returned to stirring the massive pot, and seemed happy with the results as she didn't add anymore ingredients. Since she only had one table, Ghegari was forced to do something different with Danielle. Like the table, however, this system was also fairly well thought out and developed for the specific purpose of preparing slaves to eat.

Using the same technique as she did for Ruby, Ghegari took Danielle from the cage and strung her up with her hands above her head from the ceiling, leaving her feet barely resting on the floor. With another piece of rope she also tied the girl's legs together and left her hanging in this position.

(Sorry, I didn't want to write out the same thing again for catching Danielle with the stick... but you get the point!)

 

[StarrNico]

(Yeah, now we wait for rescue)

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Ghegari meandered casually around the cookhouse, having finished the hardest job of getting the girl's ready. The orcs preferred the slaves served fresh--as in raw--so those ingredients would not be sliced and diced until the orcs returned. That way the meat would be as fresh as possible. In the meantime, however, she decided to begin seasoning them. Orc taste was much different than human taste though, and so the seasoning included items such as tree sap, dirt, feathers and... wild pig blood. These items she mixed separately in a small bowl, and began slathering on Ruby and Danielle by hand.

 

[Frundette]

Strider nodded "A fire here and here should prove enough distraction. Then we can get some people out and kill some orcs. I can set up here to start with my bow."He pointed each time.

Aelfric opened his mouth, as if to ask clarification about some finer point in the plan, but the sound of something heavy and unsteathly pushing through the woods met their ears. The goup of orcs that had bypassed their position earlier were zig-zagging back around, apparently doing a thorough searching of the area close to camp in case the escapee was holed up somewhere nearby.

While he was more skilled with a blade than a bow, Aelfric found himself suddenly wishing for a ranged weapon as a melee battle was bound to be noisy.

 

[StarrNico]

Aelfric opened his mouth, as if to ask clarification about some finer point in the plan, but the sound of something heavy and unsteathly pushing through the woods met their ears. The goup of orcs that had bypassed their position earlier were zig-zagging back around, apparently doing a thorough searching of the area close to camp in case the escapee was holed up somewhere nearby.

While he was more skilled with a blade than a bow, Aelfric found himself suddenly wishing for a ranged weapon as a melee battle was bound to be noisy.

Strider brought his bow around, stringing an arrow quickly. He glanced around, then headed for a tree climbing the branches quickly to be above the orcs line of sight and give himself the element of surprise as well as a clear view. Taking careful aim he fired off one arrow after the other, one to each orc he saw headed for their position, trying for kill-blows on each

 

[Gerbil]

His name was Charlemagne Cyprian and all he could smell was orc.
Wherever they were, they were close. Very close. Somehow the stranger in the strange land had strayed even farther than he had previously thought, and quite possibly, into trouble.
He had little on him, his sword, several smaller blades and a poorly drawn map. It really wasn't a wonder why he had ended up so far off course, he mused.
But if there was indeed a lady luck and she did indeed look after fools, hopefully, he could slip through the fingers of whatever evil or nuisance lay before him without harm. Or at least only a couple bruised knuckles.

(I can amend whatnot and stuff, wasn't totally sure how to start. I also plan on making an orc sometime.)

 

[Frundette]

Strider brought his bow around, stringing an arrow quickly. He glanced around, then headed for a tree climbing the branches quickly to be above the orcs line of sight and give himself the element of surprise as well as a clear view. Taking careful aim he fired off one arrow after the other, one to each orc he saw headed for their position, trying for kill-blows on each

While Strider climbed up into the tree, Aelfric started moving carefully toward the trio of orcs, doing his best to remain unseen by them for as long as possible.

Kane's first arrow impaled the nearest orc through the eye and into his brain. The foul being hardly even made a pained grunt as he fell, dead before his heavy body crushed a small bush on its way to the ground. The second arrow flew just as true, catching the orc in the throat. The third orc, who was farthest away, had time to see his two companions go down to arrows and managed to turn and begin to flee. Strider's arrow hit the orc in the back, but he was wearing metal armor protecting his torso and the arrow bounced off uselessly.

Aelfric broke into a sprint, attempting to intercept the orc before he could raise an alarm to any others that may be close by.

 

[Frundette]

His name was Charlemagne Cyprian and all he could smell was orc.
Wherever they were, they were close. Very close. Somehow the stranger in the strange land had strayed even farther than he had previously thought, and quite possibly, into trouble.
He had little on him, his sword, several smaller blades and a poorly drawn map. It really wasn't a wonder why he had ended up so far off course, he mused.
But if there was indeed a lady luck and she did indeed look after fools, hopefully, he could slip through the fingers of whatever evil or nuisance lay before him without harm. Or at least only a couple bruised knuckles.

(I can amend whatnot and stuff, wasn't totally sure how to start. I also plan on making an orc sometime.)

(Welcome Gerbil!

In case you'd like it for any story inspiration, here's the map we're using: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v710/penpen09/BlackmarshHyakuji.jpg The new little settlement is in hex 0603. Orc camp somewhere around 0805. Not using the red dots for anything, just liked the map!

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Another small search party of orcs were on the trail of a human and gaining quickly, assuming the trail was that of the escapee, though they would not pass up the opportunity to capture Charlemagne. Vorgak stopped to sniff the air. The human was close and he motioned to the others to spread out so that they would be prepared to surround the human as soon as they overtook him.