Malebrignon
01-25-2006, 05:16 PM
‘Brig smirked bemusedly at the “distress call” on his hearthstone.
“Grooda no can win. Look at dose massive blades! Dem could rip a shredder in half!”
“Uthgra goin’ down. Is no use. Come save us, boss!”
Clutching his hearthstone, Malebrignon let out a loud cackle. The fiercely independent orc woman had suddenly decided she needed his help. He couldn’t help but play.
“Hmmmm….. errr…….. No. Nope. Can’t do it. Busy.”
Silence.
More silence.
‘Brig then knew that both orcs had been struck down. Neither one was capable of more than a minute or two of silence unless they were “dead”. Thunder Bluff was just an incantatation away; the flight to Stonetalon was short. He arrived on the scene to see Uthgra up and running away. No enemies were visible, but it had only been a few minutes. Grooda ran up shortly after his arrival.
“Grooda tink dem scum wit no honor. Dey attack us when we fightin’ chimmys!”
“Dem broke Uthgra’s knife!”
“Calm down, both of you. You’re alright now. Let’s go find your assailants.”
Grooda began leading them back to the sight of the battle. Fresh blood and chimaera carcasses littered the ground. Small scavenger birds had already begun to pick at various piles of entrails. Grooda shooed them away and began examining the ground closely. Eventually, she stopped and pointed to a pool of blood with no body near it.
“Here. Grooda fall here. Dere’s no footprints! No trace! He move like ghost!” she spoke as she strode east of her bloodstain. “Dis be where priestess was, but no sign of stabber!”
“Hmmm… next time y’might try…oh, I don’t know…. FIGHTING BACK?!?! Y’know, like use that big ol’ sword I gave you to make him bleed? A trail of blood would be easy to follow…”
Grooda bared he teeth and retorted, “Grooda tell you he have priest. Priest heal wound. No blood trail. Grooda just track priest.”
‘Brig sighed heavily. “No tracking is necessary. You just don’t know the territory yet. Beyond that ridge is Nijel’s Point. I’m sure they’re safely tucked away hiding there.”
Uthgra had been quiet for too long. “Dere was another, boss. He keel me an’ I come back an’ he keel me agin!”
“Okay, kids, here’s how it works. I keep a list. You tell me what they did and what their tabards look like, I cross-reference with a couple heralds I know, and I’ll let the others know who has wronged us. I have time and patience to hunt down all who would attack my Decimators; there’s no expiration date on revenge.”
Uthgra scratched his head thoughtfully, obviously confused.
“I’ll simplify: Tell ‘Brig what guild dey in an' ‘Brig an de othas barsh dem gud.”
Both orcs nodded their acknowledgement.
“Now, if you’re both quite done, I have to go track down a troll hunter I befriended some time ago. I have an overwhelming desire to eat a crab and I’m sure she’ll catch one for me…”
“Grooda no can win. Look at dose massive blades! Dem could rip a shredder in half!”
“Uthgra goin’ down. Is no use. Come save us, boss!”
Clutching his hearthstone, Malebrignon let out a loud cackle. The fiercely independent orc woman had suddenly decided she needed his help. He couldn’t help but play.
“Hmmmm….. errr…….. No. Nope. Can’t do it. Busy.”
Silence.
More silence.
‘Brig then knew that both orcs had been struck down. Neither one was capable of more than a minute or two of silence unless they were “dead”. Thunder Bluff was just an incantatation away; the flight to Stonetalon was short. He arrived on the scene to see Uthgra up and running away. No enemies were visible, but it had only been a few minutes. Grooda ran up shortly after his arrival.
“Grooda tink dem scum wit no honor. Dey attack us when we fightin’ chimmys!”
“Dem broke Uthgra’s knife!”
“Calm down, both of you. You’re alright now. Let’s go find your assailants.”
Grooda began leading them back to the sight of the battle. Fresh blood and chimaera carcasses littered the ground. Small scavenger birds had already begun to pick at various piles of entrails. Grooda shooed them away and began examining the ground closely. Eventually, she stopped and pointed to a pool of blood with no body near it.
“Here. Grooda fall here. Dere’s no footprints! No trace! He move like ghost!” she spoke as she strode east of her bloodstain. “Dis be where priestess was, but no sign of stabber!”
“Hmmm… next time y’might try…oh, I don’t know…. FIGHTING BACK?!?! Y’know, like use that big ol’ sword I gave you to make him bleed? A trail of blood would be easy to follow…”
Grooda bared he teeth and retorted, “Grooda tell you he have priest. Priest heal wound. No blood trail. Grooda just track priest.”
‘Brig sighed heavily. “No tracking is necessary. You just don’t know the territory yet. Beyond that ridge is Nijel’s Point. I’m sure they’re safely tucked away hiding there.”
Uthgra had been quiet for too long. “Dere was another, boss. He keel me an’ I come back an’ he keel me agin!”
“Okay, kids, here’s how it works. I keep a list. You tell me what they did and what their tabards look like, I cross-reference with a couple heralds I know, and I’ll let the others know who has wronged us. I have time and patience to hunt down all who would attack my Decimators; there’s no expiration date on revenge.”
Uthgra scratched his head thoughtfully, obviously confused.
“I’ll simplify: Tell ‘Brig what guild dey in an' ‘Brig an de othas barsh dem gud.”
Both orcs nodded their acknowledgement.
“Now, if you’re both quite done, I have to go track down a troll hunter I befriended some time ago. I have an overwhelming desire to eat a crab and I’m sure she’ll catch one for me…”