(Adventure) In Service of Orussus (dpdx judging)

[Fangor the Fierce]

Fangor, finishing his mug of wine, stands up and proudly boasts, "My name is Fangor. Ogre smashing is my specialty. I know not of my home village, other than it was razed by those stupid beasts and now I am here to help right a terrible wrong. If these adventurers would like my aid, then I will accompany them in this matter."

He looks content with his speach, and sits down to begin eating. Upon sitting, his memories of the Ogres and the fires he saw as a child flood back to him and he is unable to eat. Instead, he fills up his mug again, quelching another thirst that seems to never end. His stern look and seriousness of this information is evident in his face. He is here to do a job, and it will be done to his best ability.

 

[Mithreander]

THroia smiles at the revelation that the judge, odviously, had sent her.

So, not poison, but soomething that allows you to detect... things from us. And since we took the food volanterily, it may have lowered our natural inclination to try to resist it. All disguised as tradition. Bravo, even if it is unnecessary in my case, I can see the uses for it.

Thoria, smile still playing across her face, stands up to introduce herself.

"I be known as Thoria Stoneheart, a deciple of Emanual, whom most call Hyrag." She smiles at the judge and bows slightly. "It'd be an honor and a privlage to help in this here task in any way that I be able. I be a competent healer and spokes person. Besides that, I be trained in warfare as all dwarves are."

With that, she bow slightly once more, and sits back down, waiting for the next introduction.

 

[Kahuna Burger]

sara waves in a well stuffed happiness from her seat. "Doubletrouble Sara, at my service and yours for a price. I hit things, make bad jokes and am a lousy spokesperson. On the bright side, I bring the group's average height up..." She maintains a careful pose of relaxation that conviniently hides the ripped cushion from its probable owner.

 

[Creamsteak]

The judge interrupts his own request by asking, "Hrm... I'm doubting you know the Mauler's reputation. He is far more intelligent than your average Ogre. At one time he led the charge against a group of ready hillgiants, and despite the number of men that fled or died, came out on top. One would need more guile than just brute force to take him down. Who here offers such a talent?"

 

[Fangor the Fierce]

Fangor meets the judge's comments with a little bit of bewilderment. Is this judge saying that the power of dwarfs is no match for this Ogre? Surely that is not the case, and the judge must be warning us of something.

"Ah, so this Ogre has a reputation to uphold as it would seem. Sounds like a challenge to me. I am sure that a group of our wide berth of talents can manage to bring this Ogre to justice."


"Have others been given this task in the past? And if so, how did they fare? What is this Ogre's name and is there any being that may give us an insight into his tendencies, his weaknesses if any, or any other information besides a warning?"

 

[Creamsteak]

"His betrayal was most recent. He served our community on a pay by work basis, but most recently we were out-bought. We do not employ mercenaries normally, but the Mauler was too talented to pass up, but too brutal to control. The simple fact that someone out-bid us, and turned him on us, is evidence that we cannot employ a mercenary against another mercenary. They could be further tempted by greed. The Mauler, and this is his title and name as it is known, is simply stronger than eight men. Someone must be able to plan and design a method for his defeat, and be loyal to this duty beyond simple coin."

The judge pauses, and reaches for something from the table. He pulls up a loaf of bread, and slices a quarter off. He then takes a bite, then a drink of water, and continues his conversation.

"He has been beaten before, but not by ordinary men, and not to the point of death. On many occations as a matter of fact. He is certainly someone that I feel a group of your 'wide berth' could handle him, but I must feel confident that you have more than just raw power."

The judge looks to the group again, "A plan has already been put together by the council dedicated to such matters, but we need the manpower, and a guarantee that the plan can be fulfilled."

 

[Ghostknight]

The judge looks to the group again, "A plan has already been put together by the council dedicated to such matters, but we need the manpower, and a guarantee that the plan can be fulfilled."

Standing, Harwin bows before the Judge.

I have not yet been introduced. I am Harwin Surefoot, a ranger of the forests. I have specialised in studying giants and their kin. Make no mistake, I do not believe that we will be able to face an intelligent ogre directly. As I stated to your courtier earlier, I a feel a need to design an appropriate plan to take this "Mauler" down. I was just waiting to get more information so that any plan could be based on the best information available

Sitting again. Harwin looks around the group. Turning back to the judge he continues talking.

The group is heavily oriented towards the martial side, that does not preclude us from being able to follow a reasonable plan or come up with one of our own. I believe we have the capabilities to conduct this mission. I am not suicidal and would not be here if I felt that this group would be incapable.

Smiling Harwin leans back, awaiting the response of the judge.

 

[Fangor the Fierce]

Agreeing with Harwin, Fangor looks at the judge.

"Yes, what is this plan that you speak of?"

 

[Aranel]

OOC: Karcer is a Female Gnome Barbarian ^^; and I apologise for th lack of posting I was away from home for the last four or five days

Quote:She tries a complicated move of tossing the mug then spinning the sword and laughs when she accidentally rips a seat pillow. "I kicked a gnomish wrester's ass once, but thats a different story..."

Karcer had been about to say; Oh really? Mebe you should try fightin' me human.
Or at least something along the lines of that. But then there had been food, and the new arrival required serious scrutiny. Nope, wasn't him either.
Bloody hell. How hard was it to find a stupid pointy, three-eared elf?!

The meal was eaten in silence. Actually, Karcer had heaped food onto her plate and pulled it very protectivly towards her, growled and cursed anyone who drew to near and waved an eating knife around threateningly towards hands that came her way. By the time she was done, she'd ended up almost under the table.

Listening with great interest about the 'Mauler' Karcer's eyes gleamed very slightly at a few stray thoughts in her mind. She'd been so preoccupied with other thoughts that she'd totally accidentally completly forgotten to replace one of the eating knives (she hadn't at all used). From her posiyion far closer to the floor now, she was absently swiping at boot laces with the knife. Not her own either.
Realising she hadn't spoken in a while, she stood up, belched and made her way out from under the table.

"'M Karcer. Ye can call me Karcer. I like th' sound of this 'Mauler' sounds like a riot. But you wan' lil' Karcer to cut off 'is legs and stop him botherin' you ever again I can do dat." She eyed the food knife thoughtfully before tossing it over her shouder like a bone (it was a puny tiny little thing anyway). "Ye need Karcer tah get on 'is good side firs' I can do dat too." In all honesty, this Mauler thing sounded a lot more fun than the people here. Except this group had two Kobs. They made funny noises when you sliced their scales off.

 

[Mithreander]

"One normally does not hear the word guile and ogre in reference to eachother. Of course I am a straight forward type combatant, as most of my kind, but when stradigy is needed, I have no fear that, together, our group will be capable. But enough of this. If you have a plan, then let us hear it to see if we find any flaws in it."

"You had also stated that you had hired him in the past. Does he use methodes other then physical?" THoria asks these things, watching the Judge eat the tainted food, and grabs another slice herself.

I have nothing to hide... is her only thought.