>>36662484
>Scout east

>>36662484
>The necromancer

>>36662484
Links as per usual:
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>>36662484
>>The necromancer

>>36662511
Are there any more stories you've written up? May wanna have an "Extra tales" pastebin too.

>>36662484
>The necromancer

>>36662526
Good plan, I'm still in the process of updating all my links and such into a more organized format, so stay tuned for that.

>>36662484
>The necromancer
Gotta take care of home first.

>>36662484

>The necromancer

>>36662484
>>The necromancer

The necromancer!

>>36662484
>Scout east

want to inspect this wall

>The necromancer

Necromancer!

Looks like a pretty solid lead for hunting down the necromancer first.

Writing.

>>36662589
ask shaman for some protective mojo.

>>36662601
We know necromancy is an accepted practice among orcs, even if this particular necromancer seems to be an enemy. It's also a branch of arcane magic, rather than being Abyssal. Zul'orok Zhar takes a dim view of otherworldly forces laying claim on orcs; does that include the raising of the orcish dead by foes, or is his hatred specifically for creatures of the Abyss and enemy divinities?

>>36662647
I wouldn't be surprised if this necromancer isn't actually a bad guy, just extremely pissed off about these fucking orcs coming in robbing tombs and desecrating the dead.

>>36662680
Isn't that what he's doing, though? And whether or not he's a cackling villain, the fact that he killed two of our clanmates kind of makes him our enemy by default.

>>36662707
Kind of a grey spot, admittedly. But maybe he tries to put them back where he found them?

It wouldn't do any good to send your forces out further afield only to suffer an attack from your own lands. The necromancer needs to be dealt with, and quickly. You gather together your inner circle of clanmates that evening to discuss matters, the sounds of raucus orcish celebrations in the background.

“First, what can you tell us about the necromancer, Dru'ak?”

Dru'ak grunts, scratching at his bandaged arm. “We went down into a tomb a short way south of here. It was all quiet when we went in, didn't see any bones, but we figured the scavangers had been at them. It was when we get to the inner tomb that we got ambushed. Walking skeletons came out of the side passages, and then the sorcerer started throwing his magic at us, Bu'rak went down bleeding from the face after the necromancer blew some black dust at him.”

Dru'ak's brow furrows as he pauses to think. “The necromancer didn't mind wading into the fight, but he always kept his dead slaves around him to keep too many of us from getting close. When I smashed his arm, he fled, left his skeletons to cover his escape.”

“You think he's still in the same tomb?” Zo'rok asks, tapping his chin.

Dru'ak shakes his head. “He was long gone when we got outside, saw his footprints in the dust, but we were too injured and tired to go chasing after him into unfamiliar territory with the night time predators coming out.”

“Odds are he'll find another tomb to hold up in, all necromancers really need to build a new army is places filled with corpses and the energies of the dead, and there's no shortage of those in the wastes,” Ku'zag mutters, leaning on his staff.

(cont)

>>36662750
“I can give you some wards of Zul'orok Zhar to ward off his magic, but as I said before, don't expect them to save you. If he flings too many hexes your way, it'll burn them out.”

“So now the question is, who's going?”

You fold your arms, considering things. You get the feeling from the look on his face that Dru'ak would like another shot at the necromancer, but you aren't sure he's completely recovered from their last fight.

>Pick Two

>Dru'ak
>Zo'rok
>Vor'zal
>Juk'ruk
>Or'kuz
>Anyone not listed? Write-in

>>36662763
>Dru'ak
>Zo'rok

>>36662763
>Dru'ak
>Zo'rok

>>36662763
>>Zo'rok
>Juk'ruk
we should mix it up a little, give someone else a shot at glory

>>36662763
>Ashuris

>>36662763
>Dru'ak
>Juk'ruk

>>36662763
>Juk'ruk
>Ashuris

>>36662763

>Juk'ruk
>Or'kuz

>>36662763
>Dru'ak
>Zo'rok

>>36662763
>Juk'ruk
>Ashuris

>>36662818
If we take Ashuris, we should bring one of our more trusted comrades along as well, just in case. I'm not convinced she's broken enough.

>>36662763
>Juk'ruk
>Ashuris

>>36662841
Bringing her seems very ill-advised.

>>36662841
Good point, lets bring Dru'ak

>>36662841
Taking Ashuris sounds like a terrible idea, since her power has been diminished by the lack of sacrifices. Her usefulness in this situation is debatable.

>>36662848
Yeah.

I vote Dru'ak and Zo'rok

>>36662848
can she do any magic without prior rituals?

>>36662484
>The necromancer
You deal with local problems first before it gets too big.

>>36662862
Yes, she just won't be able to pull off the crazy high-powered stuff she needs her coven and sacrifices for.

>>36662862
Why would she help us at all? What makes anyone think she wouldn't try to fuck us over at the earliest opportunity?

Okay, so Juk'ruk has the most votes and is a definite.

Zo'rok, Dru'ak and Ashuris are tied.

However, Ashuris isn't really much of a problem to bring along in addition to two of your orcs, because she's not anyone of importance beyond being one of your slaves.

So firstly. Which do you want to bring of your two old friends?

>Zo'rok
>Dru'ak

and secondly, do you want to bring Ashuris?

>Yes
>No

>>36662763
Isn't one of these guys out of commission for a few months?

>>36662880
We kill her coven if she doesn't cooperate?

>>36662904
No, Dru'ak got a bit roughed up in his fight with the necromancer, but he's okay.

>>36662903
>>Dru'ak
>Yes

>>36662903
>>Zo'rok
>No

>>36662903
>Dru'ak
>Yes

>>36662903
>Dru'ak

Ashuris?
>no

>>36662903
>Dru'ak
>No

>>36662903
>Dru'ak

>No

>>36662914
Oh i forgot the name of the orc who almost lost to humans.
>>36662903
>Dru'ak
Since he seems ok.
>>Yes
Fuck it why not.

>>36662903
>Zo'rok
>No

Why bring her ? i don't understand.

>>36662940
Koz'rak, he's actually just on his way back now. He's going to be out of commission for a while though.

>>36662903
>Dru'ak
>Yes

>>36662903
>Dru'ak
>Yes

>>36662946
I don't know. No one's trying to justify it. I think someone's just trying to fuck things up.

>>36662903
>Dru'ak
>Yes

>>36662966
I think the idea was that her magic might counteract the necromancer's, but I agree that bringing her is a bad idea.

Dru'ak and no.

>>36662977
Please link your votes to my post in future, it makes it easier for me to tally them up and less likely to miss you out entirely.

>>36662966
I wanted to bring her to mix it up and because she has powerful magic at her disposal

>>36662989
You never finished that google doc?

>>36662903
>Dru'ak
>Yes

>>36663001
Not yet, work is a bitch.

>>36662991
what powerful magic ? the best she can do is some weak hexes/nightmare shit.

Looks like Dru'ak wins, as does bringing Ashuris.

Writing.

>>36662903
Zo'rok, no.

>>36662991
She needs a sacrifice and time for a ritual to sue it anon. Right now she's just a tall pretty blue lady with minor cantrips at best.

>>36663042
Is she blue?

>>36663011
At least she has that, unlike most of the tribe including ourselves. I'd rather bring her then risk our other magic user the shaman

>>36663042
To be fair, she did almost bathe you in molten rock without the aid of a ritual or sacrifice back when you attacked her in the mountains.

>>36663060
There, right here. The ritual gives her juice, but she can still cast beefy spells

>>36663057
following Stereotypical ogre coloration I'd assume so.

>>36663060
Still how many times can she do that?

>>36663085
>>36663057
I thought orges were pale, not blue.

Saw the twitter asking for suggestions about possible harem members. So here we go.

One of the little girls that Koz'rak brought back from his raid takes very well to the orcish way of life and becomes a very proficient hunter and warrior. At age 14, she demands the right to prove
herself and be made clan, and be able to choose her own mates.

A very fit, half goblin short stack devotee of Skor'oz Zik. Happy and cheerful, she never lets hardship get her down, or lets her small size stop her from getting the hard cock she wants.

A scholarly Elf matron. The bookish type, she made the study of orc history and culture her life's work. Needless to say, this has marked as eccentric amangst her peers. What they don't know is that she also completely hooked on orcish cock, going from orc clan to orc clan to get knocked up and give birth to half-orc bastards. Despite her thirst for orc cock, she's also found the time
for genuine scholarship, making her the greatest authority on orc history and psychology alive today.

Elisabeth Dannon. The orc slayer. Despite her fearsome reputation as a warrior, she appears to be the very image of the perfect human woman: Calm, soft spoken and demure. Emphasis on appears to be;
she's actually a hard fighting, hard drinking, fire breathing whore forced to maintain a good girl image for the sake of political expediency. She also actually kind of misses the orcs since their extermination 15 years ago, as they seem to be the only ones who could give her a proper fight and a proper fuck.

>>36663097
Me too.

>>36663100
>Elisabeth Dannon
Anon, she's likely dead due to how old she is.

>>36663100
I like it except for Dannon. I think shes an old woman by this point.

>>36663100
>Elisabeth Dannon
Whoa, muh dick. Who the fuck requested that one?

>>36663100
Elisabeth Dannon's personality is already rather set in stone, anon.

>>36663139
She was barely twenty when she slew the orc king 15 years ago. Needless to say her youth made the orcish morale break all the harder when she 1v1'd the king to death, and easily at that.

>>36663100
>One of the little girls that Koz'rak brought back from his raid takes very well to the orcish way of life and becomes a very proficient hunter and warrior. At age 14, she demands the right to prove
>herself and be made clan, and be able to choose her own mates.
Hah, nice joke anon.
she would be leg deep in orc dick, she would need to be a warrior before and defeat a few orcs before being captured first, to get the privilege.
The others are fap bate though.
I like the short stack goblin though.

>>36663173
>20
Damn. Now we have to figure out how she did it.

>>36663173
>Elisabeth Dannon's personality is already rather set in stone, anon.

Fair enough. I'm just throwing shit at the wall and seeing what sticks. Ultimately, I'll be happy with whatever direction you take her

>>36663173
That fucking bitch cheated!!!

I bet the elves helped her.

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>>36663216
She remained true to the mission.

>>36663100
>Human
Very unlikely, short of fighting off the horde of dicks long enough to get recognized, she would spend most of her time on her back.
>Half goblin
Whats the other half?
Also aren't goblins mainly on the other side of the wall?
>Elf slut
I like it, but it sounds like wish fulfillment, i myself like to break elves.
>Dannon
Warlord already answered this one.

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>>36663263
Boss?!

>>36663188
>>36663280
I'm pretty sure not all of the girls who came back with him went directly to public usage, did they?
Will admit though, personally not a fan of any on there but dannon herself. but that already has it's own problems.

>>36663263
</3

>>36663296
>>36663263
>going to war, while pregnant
>going to war while on the verge of giving birth.

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>>36663312
Sounds Orc-like, doesn't it?

>>36663307
Yup it was voted, all the able bodied ones became bicycles while some were given away.
I believe the old were spared this fate though.

“Dru'ak, we're going after the necromancer again. We'll hunt him down and make him regret crossing the Stonetusk Clan.”

Your friend nods, a low growl in the back of his throat. “I can't wait.”

You grin, slapping your clanmate on the shoulder. “We'll take Juk'ruk as well, the miserable old snake hasn't been working as hard as Or'kuz to earn his place, so we'll make him earn it, or die trying.”

You send the group their separate ways, telling Dru'ak to inform Juk'ruk that you head out first thing in the morning.

You make your way back to your tent, finding K'zala, Aleida and Ashuris all there, Sho'ka evidently off playing with the Stormhorns again. You don't know why, but she does seem fascinated with the beasts. Ashuris gives you a sullen frown. After your recent question and answer session, she's been a lot less mouthy. Perhaps it's time to test her out doing something other than just sulking in your tent waiting to get fucked.

“Ashuris, what do you know about necromancy?”

The ogress stares silently, before sighing. “Not much, it's sorcery, my magic is divine. Raising corpses to fight, dragging souls up from the Crone Lands, causing living things to rot or wither. Disgusting.” she wrinkles her nose as she finishes.

“I'm glad you feel so strongly about them, witch, tomorrow you get to help me deal with one.”

Ashuris gives a noise of disgust in her throat, but makes no serious efforts to resist as you strip off your armour and drag her and your other women into the furs of your bed with you.

(cont)

>>36663344
The morning comes quickly, and you disintangle yourself from your women, Sho'ka apparently having appeared and curled up next to you at some point in the night. You find Ashuris already awake, and she gives you an unreadable look as you rise and dress yourself.

“You ready,” you grunt, giving her a firm slap on the ass, noting with some satisfaction the faint blush that rises in her cheeks.

“Of course, just keep your clanmates out of the way of my magic.”

You snort, giving her a light shove outside as you meet the rest of the group, Dru'ak giving the ogress a look.

“You sure, Ur'shal?” he asks, frowning, Ashuris giving him a dismissive glance before turning away.

“I am, but that doesn't mean you can't keep an eye on her for me, Dru'ak.”

“If she gets out of line, I'll deal with it,” Dru'ak nods.

“Alright, time to get going, Dru'ak, lead us back to where you met the necromancer, and we'll pick up the trail.”

>Roll 3d20

Rolled 17, 6, 1 = 24 (3d20)

>>36663333
Not sure a little girl counts as "able bodied", think the anon more meant around the ages of like, 8 or so. Then slowly growing up until she's sufficiently orc-y enough to be of use to the tribe to choose her own mate.

But, still, sounds unrealistic to me too.

>>36663361
NAT
20S
EVERYWHERE

Rolled 5, 7, 3 = 15 (3d20)

>>36663361

Rolled 7, 8, 7 = 22 (3d20)

>>36663361

>>36663097
>>36663101
They are.

>>36663085
>Still how many times can she do that?
You have no idea.

Rolled 12, 6, 13 = 31 (3d20)

>>36663361

Rolled 6, 10, 20 = 36 (3d20)

>>36663361

Rolled 16, 14, 11 = 41 (3d20)

>>36663369
>>36663374
>>36663375
17, 8, 7.

Eh-meh.

Rolled 16, 7, 2 = 25 (3d20)

>>36663361

Fuck you.

>>36663395
So the 17 is us, but it seems like our slave and our bud fucked up.

Rolled 2, 91, 43 = 136 (3d100)

>>36663361

Rolled 14, 13, 4 = 31 (3d20)

>>36663361

“It's this way, you'd have to be blind not to see the tracks, fool,” Juk'ruk snaps, jabbing at the ground with a bony finger.

“Those are Needleback tracks, the tracks go the opposite way,” Dru'ak rumbles, towering over the smaller, older orc, who snarls, squaring up to him.

The pair look ready to come to blows, Ashuris looking on impassively as the other orcs start to argue amongst themselves over which of their two clanmates are right.

You give a frustrated sigh, running a hand over your face.

“Dru'ak, Juk'ruk,” you growl, the two turning to face you, the aggravation still clear on their faces.

“That's the same set of tracks, the wrong set of tracks. Juk'ruk, you're trying to follow them backwards.”

Dru'ak looks sheepish, scratching his chin, while Juk'ruk grimaces, looking ready to start another argument, with you this time.

You point to another set of scuff marks in the dust, going in a completely different direction. “These are orc tracks, it is an orc we're looking for, isn't it?”

You turn from the now silent orcs, gesturing for them to follow, catching the ghost of an amused smirk from Ashuris before she spots you looking and her stony expression returns.
It is an hour later that you find what you're looking for. A natural cave in a rock face, carved snarling faces in the walls, worn and weathered by the winds.

“Feels like something's watching us,” Juk'ruk snarls, eyes darting around as you draw close to the cave.

The cave looks too narrow for your whole pack to enter at once, you could maybe get two orcs abreast, and it would be a tight fit, while ashuris will barely fit on her own. That is of course provided you just wish to walk straight in. You squint into the darkness, but the cave twists and turns too much for you to be able to see very far ahead.

>Write-in a plan of action

>>36663686
Weird, why does /tg/ randomly remove line breaks. There was supposed to be a pair of blank lines before "It is an hour later..."

>>36663686
Hmmm. I don't like the idea of going in there.
>Call out a challenge to the necromancer

>>36663686
The orge is a fire and earth mage, so lets use her to fixe up the hole.

>>36663686
Lead the way with Juk'ruk, then Ashuris and Dru'ak. If we have torches, Juk'ruk and Ashuris get one. Our other warriors following after.

>>36663686
>cave

Fuck that, Ashuris can geomance right? Have her shift some earth and see how far it goes.

Worse case scenario is we burry the fucker.

>>36663793
I like this idea. Changing write-in to:
>Get Ashuris to geomance and scout out the cave.

>>36663686

>>36663777
>>36663793
>>36663826
These, geomance that shit

Writing.

>>36663686
i'm against entering the cave.

can we start a fire at the entrance and force him out ?

“Ashuris, can you use your magic to find out what's in the cave?”

The ogress snorts. “Of course, that's simple.”

She runs a hand over the rough stone of the cave mouth, muttering in the gutteral tones of her magic. You wait as she does this, her chanting going on for several minutes before she steps back from the stone.

“The cave goes on for a little distance, then opens up into some larger caverns. It's a bit of a maze past there, but one of the exits from the caverns leads into something else, something massive. I can't see inside that though, the stone's been heavily worked, and warded.”

“You can't sense the necromancer?”

“No, perhaps he's inside the warded area. I can feel magic in the caves though, and some living things too.”

>Enter the caves
>Have Ashuris try to seal up the cave mouth

>>36663950
>Enter the caves

Rolled 15, 6, 15 = 36 (3d20)

>>36663950
>Enter the caves
ADVENTURE
FUCKING
HO

>>36663950
>Enter the caves

>>36663950
>Enter, using Ashuris like the motion detector from Alien

>>36663950
>>Enter the caves

>>36663950
>Enter the caves

>>36663950
>Have Ashuris try to seal up the cave mouth

i would like to see how powerful this necro is.

>>36663950
Enter the cave.

As expected, /tg/ cannot resist plunging into deep, dark holes in search of adventure.

Writing.

>>36664101
and loot do not forget about loot.

>>36664101
Oh, and roll 1d20

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>36664120
ROLAEN

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>36664120

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>36664120

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>36664101
Plunging into any kind of hole, really.
>>36664120

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>36664120

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>36664145
Aww hell yeah.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>36664120
nat 1

>>36664145
DIAS GUN BE GOOOD!

“Ashuris, I want to know if anything is about to ambush us, keep working your magic.”

The ogress gives an exaggerated sigh. “So I'm a glorified guard dog now, lovely.”

You lead the way into the caves alongside Juk'ruk, Ashuris just behind and Dru'ak bringing up the rear with the rest of your group. The tunnel is cramped and claustrophobic, but strangely the giant ogress seems more at ease than the rest of the group, her low gutteral mutterings echoing down the tunnel as she runs a hand along the rough rocky wall.

The narrow tunnel finally opens up into a large cavern, stalagtites and stalagmites as tall as you leaving plenty of places to hide in the gloom. You give an uneasy growl, turning to the ogress, who is glancing around with a frown.

“What is it?”

“I can feel something coming,” she shrugs, “living things, a lot of them too.”

You snarl, readying your axe.

“Where?”

“All around,” she mutters, and you notice her powerful body tensing, as if to strike.

A dark shape, bloated and shiny, drops from the ceiling above the ogress, but she swats it aside with an arm, bringing her heel down on it as it flails to right itself on the ground, the creature expiring in a sickening series of screeches and crunching sounds.

“Thought I didn't see you there, did you?” she smirks, reducing the creature's head to mush with a few more heavy stomps.

It looks like some sort of spider, big as a human, dark and mottled with green patterns on its hide, but where the spider's head would be is a pale, sickly human head with razor sharp teeth.

You hear chittering from the shadows, and you could swear you hear muttered threats and curses mixed in with the inhuman noises as a dozen more of the things swarm from the shadows.

>Roll 5d20

Rolled 9, 6, 2, 3, 14 = 34 (5d20)

>>36664393

Rolled 8, 5, 6, 9, 17 = 45 (5d20)

>>36664393

Rolled 16, 17, 9, 7, 4 = 53 (5d20)

>>36664393
rollan

Rolled 13, 2, 2, 20, 12 = 49 (5d20)

>>36664393

Rolled 9, 8, 5, 13, 5 = 40 (5d20)

>>36664393
Aw shittt

Rolled 5, 15, 8, 16, 14 = 58 (5d20)

>>36664393

>>36664413
>>36664416
>>36664419
16,17,9,9,17

>>36664413
>>36664416
>>36664419

16, 17, 9, 9, 17

Eh, not terrible

It feels like every day the wastes find some new way to surprise you.

“What the hell are those?” you roar, as you swing your axe at one of the creatures, catching it a hard blow across the abdomen, the thing screeching, oozing a viscous fluid from its cracked chitin as it backs away.

“Skitterlings, nasty little fae things,” Juk'ruk snarls, kicking away one of the creatures as it tries to grab hold of his leg, bringing his axe down on its skull with a solid crunch. “Don't let them bite you.”

Your pack seems to be handling themselves well, fending off the assault without much in the way of injury, and with a few more dead skitterlings to show for it.

Dru'ak struggles to strike the things, which are proving too fast for the slow swings of his maul, which catches on a stalagmite, sending a spray of rock chunks in all directions. The creature gives a high pitched cackle, grabbing hold of his leg, your clanmate struggling to fend off its gnashing teeth.

You hear Ashuris give a cry of rage and disgust as a pair of the creatures close in on her, clinging onto her powerful body as she thrashes wildly, trying to dislodge them, the chittering, snickering things distracting her too much to work her magic.

>Go help Dru'ak
>Go help Ashuris
>Keep fighting, they'll be okay

>Roll 1d20 either way

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>36664570
>Keep fighting, they'll be okay

keep our eyes and ears open, this smells of distraction

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>36664570
>Keep fighting, they'll be okay

>>36664570
Keep fighting

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>36664570
>Go help Ashuris
Other orc is replaceable. She however, is not.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>36664570

>>36664570
>>Go help Ashuris

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>36664570
>Go help Dru'ak

He's an old friend. We should have some loyalty.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>36664570
>Go help Ashuris

>>36664570
>Keep fighting, they'll be okay

>>36664570
>>Go help Ashuris

>>36664570
>>Go help Ashuris
This is how you win loyalty

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>36664570
>>Keep fighting, they'll be okay

>>36664570
>>Go help Ashuris
Dru'ak can handle himself

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>36664570
>Go help Ashuris

Looks like helping Ashuris wins, writing.

“Get off me, disgusting creatures,” Ashuris roars, lashing out but failing to land a solid blow on the cackling skitterlings, which seem to be enjoying the obvious revulsion of the witch.

One of them clings onto her back, thin lips peeling back to reveal a row of needle-thin teeth as its jaw stretches wide to sink into the flesh of Ashuris' shoulder. You heft your axe, knocking the creature from her back in a squeal of pain as you cleave through half of its chitinous body, the thing thrashing wildly on the ground as it pumps more of the viscous fluids, before expiring with a frail whimper, legs curling into its body.

The other chitterling latched onto the Ogress quickly dislodges itself from her, trying to flee from your fury with a tirade of high-pitched insults. Ashuris seizes on the opportunity to point two fingers at the retreating fae, the rock around its feet bubbling and flowing as the panicking chitterling scrambles to free itself, sinking into the floor. The creature's insults give way to rambling squeaking pleas, but Ashuris simply sneers, jerking her arm downwards, the chitterling's front half being pulled under the surface of the churning earth. Its legs scrabble feebly for purchase as it tries to free itself, half buried in the stone. Ashuris utters a single gutteral word, snapping her outstretched hand into a fist as the liquid stone turns solid, crushing the front of the chitterling and sending a gout of pulped organs and viscous blood into the air.

This is the first time you've seen for yourself what the ogress' magic can do when it works, it makes you realize quite how badly that attack on her coven could have gone.

You turn from the grizzly remains of the chitterling, finding Ashuris watching you with a hard to place expression on her features, before she turns to fend off another of the attacking fae.

You've done some serious damage to the creatures, and without any real losses on your side so far, one more push should do it.

>Roll 5d20

Rolled 1, 1, 10, 5, 20 = 37 (5d20)

>>36664942

>>36664942

Rolled 19, 2, 4, 2, 15 = 42 (5d20)

>>36664942

Rolled 11, 20, 4, 12, 12 = 59 (5d20)

>>36664942

Rolled 10, 7, 18, 18, 13 = 66 (5d20)

>>36664942

Rolled 11, 11, 17, 17, 5 = 61 (5d20)

>>36664942

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>36664978
>>36664993
>>36664995
19, 20, 10, 12, 20.

We STRONK.

Rolled 11, 10, 7, 11, 18 = 57 (5d20)

>>36664942

19,20,10,12,20

muh dick

Rolled 16, 15, 2, 15, 8 = 56 (5d20)

>>36664942

I wonder if we cn collect this meat.

>>36665096
That sounds like a terrible idea. These are bizarre fae creatures with clearly unwholesome properties.

>>36663403
Thats cute I have admirers

You make short work of the rest of the chitterlings, your pack falling into a frenzy of bloodlust which would make Kul'zog Zor proud as you hack and cleave through the fae things. You personally claim the head of at least a half dozen more of them, and you see Juk'ruk performing just as well, carving through your enemies with skill born of many years experience.

At last the cavern goes quiet again, still save for the occasional twitching leg of a deceased chitterling. You take a deep breath, wiping the shaking off some of the viscous blood splattered across your armour.

You look out at your group. No deaths, a few injuries, and Dru'ak looks like he got bitten a few times, but nothing major. That said, your old friend is looking a little shaken and pale.

“Dru'ak?” you ask, heading over to your clanmate, who doesn't respond.

“He got bitten, so did a couple of others, I warned them. Chitterling bites are bad news,” Juk'ruk shrugs, not looking particularly concerned despite his dire warning.

You give a low growl, eying Juk'ruk. The old warrior flinches.

“It messes with your head. Makes you act all crazy. Provided they didn't get too big a dose it shouldn't be too bad. Still, if they start freaking out on us at the wrong moment it'll be a problem.”

You frown, watching Dru'ak as he stares into the middle distance, oblivious to what's going on, a look of intense concentration on his face as he watches some invisible figure. You see a couple more of the pack acting twitchy as well, one of them muttering to himself, another starting to shake uncontrollably.

This is a problem, you could always send the poisoned ones back with some orcs to keep an eye on them, but that would decrease the strength of your pack, on the other hand, like Juk'ruk said, they could cause you problems in battle in their current state.

>Send the poisoned ones back with some orcs to look after them.
>Send the poisoned ones back alone.
>Keep the poisoned ones with you.

>>36665189
yer parents must be so proud

>36665278
>>Send the poisoned ones back with some orcs to look after them.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>36665278
>Keep the poisoned ones with you.
Nothing for it.

Ask our Ogre bitch for some information, see if she can hex the curse or something.

>>36665278
>Send the poisoned ones back with some orcs to look after them.

>>36665278
>Make the poisoned ones go guard the entrance of the cave and relax

>>36665288
Sure why not
>>36665278
>>Send the poisoned ones back with some orcs to look after them.

>>36665278
>>Send the poisoned ones back with some orcs to look after them.

>>36665278
seconding this: >>36665350

>>36665350
probley for the best

>>36665278
>Send the poisoned ones back with some orcs to look after them.

>>36665350
Seconded

>>36665278
>>36665350
Good idea

>>36665278
>>36665324
This.

>>36665350
sixthed

Looks like the poisoned ones are going to guard the cave entrance.

Writing.

>>36665350
>>36665386
>>36665408
>>36665439
>>36665440
>>36665446
>>36665460
So we're just going to let our clanmates trip balls and see fucked up hallucinations without proper medical attention or supervision?

>>36665539
yep people are fucking dumb

>>36665539
Basically. Let them enjoy their trip in the relative safety of being on guard, I would assume there is an Orc posted on guard at the cave mouth already, let him deal with it

>>36665539
looks like it
faggot

“Dru'ak, I need you to do something for me,” you say firmly, finally grabbing the attention of your old friend, who looks up at you through a confused haze.

“The entrance to the caves, I need you to go back and guard them with some of the other orcs. You can relax there until the poison has worked its way through your body.”

Dru'ak growls, shaking his head, blinking rapidly as he tries to bring his eyes into focus. “I... I don't need... I can still go on Ur, I can still fight,” he mutters, forehead knotted in concentration.

You were afraid of this, Dru'ak doesn't look happy. Seems you're going to have to sell this to him.

>Write-in

>Also roll 1d20


>>36665596
No-one ever said you were leaving a guard outside when I asked for your plan of action at the cave mouth, so there isn't one.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>36665635

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>36665635
>I am expecting an ambush, I need my most trusted to secure our rear-guard

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>36665635

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>36665635
>Write-in
"Dru'ak, have I ever led you wrong?"

>>36665635
Dru'ak I need you to make sure none of those other idiots start killing each other when they are hallucinating. I know you're tough enough to take it but most of the others aren't. Need you there to keep them steady and too make sure nothing other than us comes out.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>36665635
"I know that's why I need you there at least to of them got bit a few times I need you there if they flip out make sure they don't hurt them selves"

>>36665635
>"I know you can Dru'ark, which is why I'm having you secure the entrance as one of my trusted, able fighters."

>>36665635
"There could be other holes into this place; if more of those things try to sneak out and come at us from behind, I need you to stop them. Besides, who will fuck your mate if you brain yourself in dark down here?"

>>36665635
"Dru'ark mang you are trippin ballz, just take it ez, kick it up, y'know what I'm sayin?"

>>36665692
Sounds good.

>>36665692
Let's go with this

Writing

“Dru'ak, I need you to make sure none of those other idiots start killing each other when they're hallucinating. I know you're tough enough to take it, but the others aren't. I need you there to keep them steady, and to make sure nothing other than us comes in or out of the cave mouth.”

Dru'ak stares blankly, his clouded mind struggling to process all you just said. Eventually he gives a slow nod. “Alright, Ur. I'll do it. I'd been looking forward to killing that necromancer, but if you think this is important, then that's what I'll do.”

You nod, giving your friend a pat on the shoulder, which he swats at with a confused growl, before turning away to head towards the entrance, the rest of the gathered poisoned orcs going with him.

You're down a few of your pack already, including one of your best warriors, and you've yet to even meet the necromancer or his corpse slaves. Things aren't looking so great, but you push on regardless. Thankfully Ashuris' magic helps you navigate the winding tunnels, and several times she deigns to inform you how close you came to running into another of the cave network's denizens.

(cont)

>>36666090
After what feels like forever, the tunnel you're in starts to widen out, the floor becoming smooth, carved tiles as the rocky ceiling gives way to arches. You raise a hand to your eyes, shielding them from the sudden glare of giant burning braziers of green fire hanging from the ceiling high above.

You step into a vast room, a long stone bridge stretching out into the distance, flanked by carved pillars featuring stories of great orcish battles. Winding stairs lead down the sides of the bridge to the ground far below, scattered with so many bones that you can't even make out the floor beneath.

On the walls are great murals depicting the life of a large, powerfully built orc atop a great shaggy warg, holding a spear aloft as he scatters an army of dwarves and elves.

“I've never seen an orcish tomb like this before,” hisses Juk'ruk. “What kind of place is this?”

You freeze as you hear a wheezing laugh echo out through the gigantic chamber, bringing a chill wind with it. Writhing, shadowy figures lurk at the corners of your vision with every flicker of the braziers' light. You are no sorcerer, but you know that powerful magic is at work here.


>End of Thread

Sorry for the short thread today, work really took it out of me. Next thread Thursday, 1800 UTC.

I'll stick around for a short Q&A before I collapse into bed however.

>>36666145
Aww man, I'll be on vacation for next thread. :(

...and thread archived.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Orc%20Warlord%20Quest


>>36666163
Remember anon, you can always disregard friends and family in this festive season in favor of hotel internet.

>>36666163
Which means you should have no excuse not to be here.

>>36666145
Thanks for the thread.

Do gods favor boldness or cleverness ?

>>36666145
Aw man, was hoping for seconds with Ashuris, but still. Thanks for the thread op!

>>36666203
Is there any obvious treasure or valuables in this cavern?

>>36666320
>>36666313
You're welcome!

>Do gods favor boldness or cleverness ?
Depends on the god. None of the orcish gods like a coward though, even those who favor more subtle tactics.

>>36666339
There were a few things lurking in other parts of the cave network which did have belongings, but treasures or valuables might be a stretch when describing them.

>>36666145
Just how fucked are we? We've just entered a necromancer's lair that contains a metric fuckton of bones.

>>36666392
I meant in the big cave with the mural and bones

>>36666397
depends on how fast we kill him

>>36666397
Expect one big monster

>>36666397
I'd never lead you into a hopeless situation without advanced warning, so at the very least I can promise you that what comes next will not be "skeletons fall, everyone dies!"

Beyond that, you'll just have to wait and see.

>>36666419
Ah, right.

Not that you can see from where you're standing, but if you dug around in the bones or went further in, who knows.

Ashuris will be invaluable in this fight, im guessing.

Right, looks like there's no more questions forthcoming.

See you all Thursday, 1800 UTC, hopefully I'll be able to stay awake slightly longer then!

>>36666236
>>36666203

And with on vacation, I'll be in cramped bed and breakfast in Vienna, to go to a music festival called Rape the Escape. No chance of internet there. :(

>>36666113
OH COME ON!
I just got here