Whispers at the Fire
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_After what Yngdír considers the longest battle for the gates in this war, he sets about offering his help to the wounded - applying bandages and more traditional, natural remedies - even instructing people to keep an eye on their wounds and to clean even the smallest cuts to prevent infection.
He also takes on the grim task, offering his help to sort and bury the dead - before resuming his unofficial post at the gates._
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Danika can be seen sitting near the crates outside the Union hall holding a water stained sign that reads Donations for Peltarch's hungry. Any hungry or homeless Norwickian who asks is allowed to take from the donations. Any and all harassment is met with silence and a scrunched up face.
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word spreads of a group of adventurers coming back battered and weary from what was coined as "The Earth Plane", they toted behind them a cart full of exotic ore. Rumors circulate that the planes air itself tore at their lungs and attempted to bring them down. Yet Telli, Diet, Maythor, Rary, Lyte, and Loc were successful in bringing back what they could haul without straining themselves.
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After hearing some of the talk of far off planes and 'ore' a young girl in a light blue robe and walking stick asks passersby if they can tell her where she can find Captain Dardragon, having met him once, and if anyone knows if the ore might be Star Metal.
Benji introduces himself, says he doesn't know anything about ore, then tries to sell you a crossbow.
//I'll look for you in game for the interaction.
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After hearing some of the talk of far off planes and 'ore' a young girl in a light blue robe and walking stick asks passersby if they can tell her where she can find Captain Dardragon, having met him once, and if anyone knows if the ore might be Star Metal.
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Dietrick along with other adventurers Telli, Adelie, Scuttle and Julinda come in looking tired and battered one day into town. Dietrick is heard exclaiming about how the group fought and killed a tainted spider of gigantic proportions as well as having entered a magical plane containing rare untouched ore of extra-orbitant value. Though how true these tales are is up to anyone's guess.
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Another dark, stormy night is about to fall, and with it, a new wave of Iron Chain Clan Half-Orcs is seens passing by Norwicks center fire.
Ahead of them, their charismatic leader Arak´Hur is seen leading the night patrol shift that is just about to alternate with the returning day time patrol group. Surely Norwicks new Gold Cloaks Captain, Foilir Dolvak, should have no problem in identifying the Iron Chain Clan Leader@ed0e8128fc=Clan:
The Chancellor's elite guards (gold cloaks) seem to have taken a greater interest in the Iron Chain Gang lately…hey now engage them in light conversation or blade-speak as they admire each other's weapons
The day shift patrol half-orcs enter Norwick, they look tired and shoe evidences that have been envolved in small skirmishes with he usual foes. Some of these half-orcs go to the healers to tend their wounds, some sit at the fire and feast on the roast lamb. Eventualy "the ice" between these two races is broken… and very light, business related only conversations sprung among them
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Foilir on the other hand, continues to watch them with contempt.
Hearing the tale of the offered coin, he looks over the group to see which will be the first that eyes the leader of the clan.
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The Chancellor's elite guards (gold cloaks) seem to have taken a greater interest in the Iron Chain Gang lately.
Whereas they used to watch the half-breeds with smug contempt, they now engage them in light conversation or blade-speak as they admire each other's weapons.
Rumor has it that the Chancellor himself has "turned a stone" as dwarves say, and is now viewing these loud, crude warriors in a new light.
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// Forgot to post this small skirmish between the Iron Chain Clan Half-Orcs and a group of Hobgoblins, out side Norwick Gates that happend this past Saturday, the 13th. Better late than never
*Citizen in Norwick have heard the sound o metal against metal, battle crys and screams of pain. Word has it that a big group of Iron Chain Clan Half-Orcs, during one of their regualr patrols, met a big group of Hobgoblins that were about to raid Norwick. The battle was long and hardous, but at the end, the Iron Chain Clan thanks to their superior battles tactics and battle prowess, have overcomed the invading war party of Hobgoblins. Heads where severed from the vanquished foe, as a sign of the half-orcs superiority, and the hobgoblins armors and weapons were confiscated.
After the battle was over, the leader of the Hobgoblins, came into sight and offered Arak´Hur a big sum of money, if only the Iron Chain Clan half orcs would join him on an attack to Norwick….
Arak´Hur laughed and gave the Hobgoblin leader an ultimatum....Turn your back and leave while you can… stay, and join the hobgoblin carcass pile
In a 8 to 1 disavantage, the hobgoblin leader done the smartest thing and left…. Arak´Hur was sure that the hobgoblin leader after loosing all his men, will come to the conclusion that while the Iron Chain Clan half-Orcs patrol the woods around Norwick, the town and its citizens have nothing to fear*
//Dont remember who was the DM, Perhaps Silverfang?
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Amongst the other half-orcs celebrates Sgruud. He keeps taking a proud look at his spear every now and then and telling to others
<o>We so victorious today. Nothing, Nothing makes spearhead shine brighter than elven bloods!</o>Grak is among the feasting half-orcs. . He fingers sizeable pouch on his belt and responds to Sguud's claim
<o>Dem bes but partly true, youngling. If dem blade of yars would bes encrusted with gold, it would shine even brighter dan pointy ears blud…....Mmmm, gold... mmmm. Dat glitters so nicely! und with Grak as treasurer, our clan coffers bes again growing more fat. Aye. Fat, like dem one fat-huuuumie-female, who usually wuz rumormongering aroond dis fire.
Even he is just sitting lazily, his eyes have very active (greedy) glitter on them</o>
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Amongst the other half-orcs celebrates Sgruud. He keeps taking a proud look at his spear every now and then and telling to others
<o>We so victorious today. Nothing, Nothing makes spearhead shine brighter than elven bloods!</o>
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Once the thirteen half-orcs are assembled, they depart to the beating of the Orcish Wardrum, marching off towards the ruins of Jiyyd.
They are not seen for several days.
When they do return, it is with a lot of smiles, laughing, and general cheer.
Whatever they set out to do, they must have accomplished.
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For a reason unknown ,by Norwick citizens, a large number, an unusual large number of Half-Orcs are starting to gather by the fire resting place… They come from all directions and congregate in large numbers. What is the purpose of such gathering, is unknown but for the Iron Chain Clan Half-Orcs.... One thing is certain...something is about to happend.
They boast, they roar, they laugh out loud, they tell among them, tells of great battles and personal achievments.
To the local citizens, all they hear is grunts and laughs
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Guurag returns to town with a new cloak and sword, as well as a huge smile on his face. It seems that something happened, something important to a young orc.
Whatever it is, he seems to carry himself with more purpose, and pride.
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*Arak´Hur and the other Iron Chain Clan half orcs can be heard boasting about their epic fight against the invading army of Hobgoblins. Arak´Hur Looks proud of his Clan members.
He listens to Gruul, Guurag and Drob talk and boast about their fight against the Hobgoblins. The three half-orcs tell their story with words and gestures to enhance their deeds of valour during the fight. Arak´Hur listens to them and wishes he could be there helping int he fight so he too could his good share of glory.
But at that time he was resting from last nights patrol, the patrol that the proud 3 half orcs that are telling their story, had replaced*
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As day dawns on a Norwick without any southern gates, word filters in that the walls are still standing thanks to the efforts of the Iron Chain Clan.
Drob, Gruul and Guurgal talk of their epic fight against the hobgoblin invaders who dared to use powderkegs to blow up the gates, and yet still died in their attempts.
Once the area was safe, they proceeded out for one of their standard patrols of the ruins, the sound of Guurgal's wardrums clearly heard booming out over the plains.
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((Gah, double post))
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When the the half-orcs escort the elf to the Norwick, a half-orc wearing a helmet and seemingly called Sgruud mutters for others
<o>I still be thinking we shudda have buried it alive to see what kind of tree it grows.</o>
Arak´Hut bursts out laughing
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When the the half-orcs escort the elf to the Norwick, a half-orc wearing a helmet and seemingly called Sgruud mutters for others
<o>I still be thinking we shudda have buried it alive to see what kind of tree it grows.</o>
