The Debt (( open rp to orcs ))

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The Debt (( open rp to orcs ))

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(( open rp to any orcs of the mountain, and olive. Hurr Hurr ))


Clad in twisting coils of bent and scraped chain, a large thorny creature prowls over the rocky terrain. It's beady red eye stares with determination as it slides down the side of a steep rock face, making a dull scraping noise. Raising it's wicked lance high into the air it roars out and strikes it's chest once.

ORCSSSSS!

It bellows as it's craggy maw snaps open and shut, strands of red run of dripping freely as it's spikey tail lashes out.

IT ISSSS TIME!

Slaming the lance point down into the dirt and pointing a gnarled paw in the direction of the imposing orcen cave.
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The Shaman looks up from his prayers...He was sure he had heard it; there must be something outside. He thought back, to the night when that foolish human, Nathan, had attempted to gain entrance to one of his more private rituals...The mountain is closed to these fools, and must remain so now. Still, he wondered what could be calling outside with such a monstrous voice...

"Why beinks there alwaysks noise here? The Father's Shaman demandinks quietness!"

The short goblin rises slowly from before the altar, and scurries over to the edge of the mountain to get a better view of the noise-maker. He tightens his grip around his staff, fearing an attack on himself, and stays low behind the line of crags. He looks out and sees the hideous (and armed) creature for the first time, jumping back and falling embarassingly on the ground...


"Monstersks? What beinks this creaturesks?! What beinks it heresks for?...It callinks to the Orcses Grakir, we beinks a goblinks...I reckon we shouldsks tell the Orcs, they beinks better at this sort of confrontinks think..."

The Shaman picks himself up and dusts off his dark robes, running from the Dar'Krest into the caves below, he calls to the Orcs as he does so, informing them hurriedly in their own tongue of the ghastly apparition outside.
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A visor cracks open with a high screeching sound and a pair of yellow eyes begind to scan the surroundings, before finally resting on the lizard like creature. A snarl is herd and after a few short, grunted commands from an imposing voice, the gate smashes itself against the wall, a thick cover of dust floating in the air.

Two orcs, wearing the same guard like armor, rush towards the lizard, stopping just in front, both holding their enormous halberds and poiting them towards the creature's neck. The rusted weapons seem very heavy at sight, but the orc's lean and massive muscled arms hold them with ease.
The two guards grunt and snarl menacingly towards the lizard, but no word is spoken as if waiting for further orders.

The dust sets on the cave's ground, silence and only the massive breathing of the two orcs can be heard. Suddenly, the imposing and determined steps of a heavy creature begin to draw closer and closer, apporching from the darkness of the cave. Even the torchs seem to flare aggresivly, illuminating the Warlord's body with a gruesome and savage light. He stops and glances pruodly towards the lizard, as a great warrior should, his eyes glaring sternly from his bald, square head. Strong and bulky muscles suport his large frame, ripped and hardened in the fires of war.

The Warlord grunts a low command towards his guards, them stepping to each to one side of the lizard, still pointing their mighty weapons towards the creature's neck, but keeping distance cautiosly. The large orc, grunts and growls, revealing slightly his sharp, wide teeth. His hands rest casualy on the hilt of his two blades, twiching with obvious eagerness.


Puny creature that dares to tresspass inside our Holy Mountain. This is an insult brought to our Mighty Father, so this better be good or your head will decorate my shield! grunts and snals the Warlord, drops of spittle flying towards the lizard uncontrollably.
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Slaming the weapon deeply into the ground, so that it stands straight, the lizard chitters out a low throaty noise as the tips of the frightfull halbrds dance about, inches from it's thick skin.

Ssssk...now there issss a welcome.

Looking once to one of the guards before snorting and turning it's sight upon the massive orc.

Eassssse yoursssself...the truce sssstill sssstandssss. But I have come with word...that the time hassss come for the honorable orcsssss.....

A grinding, gargling snarl escapes as the words are spoken.

To hold up their end of the bargin...SssssSSSsss...

And with that leans against the lance, embeded in the earth before it'self, waiting for an anwser.
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The orc just nods his head at the lizard in response to it's words. He once again grunts a short order to the guards who lower their large weapons, resting them against their armor in a disciplinated position.
Rogruk turns on one heel and begins to walk slowly towards the opened gate, growling at every step. The guards nudge the lizard forward from the back with a somewhat hard push, towards the Warlord, flanking the sides, escorting.
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Lazily dragging the lance behind themselves they trail behind the orc with a heavy stride.
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The great gates crash closed with a loud noise that makes the entire cavern vibrate. The distant sound of a colony of disturbed bats can be heard faintly.

Rogruk turns, waving a dismissive hand towards one of the guards, grunting a few words, probably sending him to search for the Chieftain, while the other takes a disciplined, militaristic position on the lizard's side.
He proudly rests his large palms on the hilt of his swords, more instinctivly than aggresivly, measuring the lizard from head to toe with his keen, trained eyes.


Speak lizard! Why you is here?
the Warlord says, obviously forcing himself to speak a correct common.
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Clan Shaman Grakir paces quickly in as the Warlord addresses the lizard loudly, having recovered his breath from hastening around the caves, though he still leans lightly on his staff. He licks his lips slightly looking between the Warlord and the lizard; Grakir grins at both of them all his rotting teeth on show.

"So...This thing beinks a lizard then...Good. Your messenger tellinks me he arrivesks...Next time sendinks for Grakir aswell, the Chief notsks the only one who needinks to know, Rogruk."

He looks it up and down, inspecting the creature intently, however he addresses his questions the Warlord alone, a mark of impatience in his voice.


"What beinks it heresks for? I thought we already havinks alliance...Where beinks the creature it wouldsks have us be keepinks in our jail?"


The goblin taps his foot irritatedly as he waits for an answer, peering around the room looking for any hostages of the lizard...or worse, soldiers. He seems reassured that the mass of muscle which is the Warlord was between him and the lizard.
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With a palpable agitation the lizard looms it's neck forward and snaps out

Ssssssk....He?

Before cutting a glare from the goblin and focusing her gaze on the war lord. With a deep, low worble she announces

I, Poiuy the Ssssstrong...will have the one know assss Ssssari ssssshackled and ssssshut away in your prisssson. Ssssk..No..that issss not right. The lizard that wassss once called by that name...

A dangerous grin breaks across her unsettling, crooked jaw, tapping to herself and then hissing lightly

Sssssk...I have a plan...but I'll need ssssssome help.

Mercilessly puncturing the air she points at the goblin, a wicked gleam to the red squinty eye that regards him

You sssseem bright....SSssssk, can you write? Thosssse ssssquigglessss and bumpssss mean nothing to me. But I'll need them...sssssk...yessss I think I will...
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The goblin stares across at the monstrously huge lizard before slowly nodding his head.

"Yesks...Grakir can writesks, he havinks been well educatinks...Yousks wantinks him to make a parchmentsks..? If it helpinks us get the lizardsks in jail, then I guess I couldsks write..."
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Echoing a cackle out her maw she nods, looking between the goblin and the orc with a twisted look of satisfaction.

Then all that remainsssss are the detailssssss

Stroking over her thorny frame with a dangerously sharp hand

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