!!XI/WQ3Th2z1 04/04/11(Mon)01:14 No.14467280|
So, Orc Warlord from a couple thousand years ago is back and regenerating, he's getting stronger every time we run into him, he's got magic to back his ass up now, and whomever his mysterious benefactor is, is also helping him resurrect his army.
shit's getting crazy, and then the wildest thing happens -
Background note: We were staying at the Moonriver Inn, ran by a pretty young elven girl named Minerva Moonriver, who takes care of her grandmother, "Nana" Moonriver. Now, for the last 3 months, the whole Minerva/Nana thing was kinda funny, a bit of comic relief injected in; "NO NANA, THAT MAN'S JUST TALL, HE'S NOT AN ORC, I'LL GET YOU SOME SOUP." All the while Nana's making idle threats to the Half-Orc fighter from her rocking chair by the fireplace.
The group is back at the inn, trying to formulate a plan, and someone invokes the Orc Chieftain's name: "Thagg Bloodhollow"
Suddenly, a voice comes from behind.
"So, the butcher returns? Even the Nine Hells wouldn't take that short-sighted megalomaniac."
Nana is standing, and quite lucid.
That's because a couple thousand years ago, Nana personally handed Thagg his ass. Yes, back in the day, Nana was a fucking badass. And by the looks of her granddaughter, she was probably hot too.
Nana invokes her swordbond, and calls her sword to her from the fireplace.
"Animals like him need centers of power to feel important. I'll take you to him."