What a couple of days!
So we’ve been cooling our heels in those ruins under that goblin cave for weeks, waiting for the elf woman’s leg to grow back. Finally, she’s fit enough – her name is Yen, by the way – to travel. Gods, I thought we’d never get moving again.
Anyway, less than a day’s travel up the road toward Caer Dvars, we came to a village of orcs. I think they call the place Khorig. Anyway, so the orcs were all in a tizzy because some ogre leading another group of orcs was going to do something bad to them if they couldn’t send a champion to beat them in single battle. Apparently, these village orcs have been hanging around with druids too long, or something, because they don’t have any warriors in their village! Orcs without warriors! Who ever heard of that?
So Oreg decides he can take on this ogre for them and we all travel to his village and Oreg challenges him. Big son of a bitch he was. Vruug the Vile, I think he said his name was. Anyway, he’s huge and Oreg, good as he is with that big old bastard sword of his gets his leg cut off straight away! We go back to the village and everyone is pissed or whatever.
So Persici is kinda pissed because the orc village’s chieftain wouldn’t let her fight on their behalf. Somewhere in all of our bitching and moaning about Oreg getting beat, she says, “screw it,” and we all traipse back up to the Ogre’s place, and she decides to challenge him. She lasts a little longer. Her arm gets crushed, but she marks Vruug pretty badly. His next strike cuts her leg off, too. Tiffany gets all red in the face and decides to challenge Vruug. Top of his head comes off, just as neat as you please.
So now, I’m pissed. I just firebomb the bastard. He dies, the village palisade starts to burn, along with a bunch of orcs that were atop it to watch the combat, and we leave.
The orcs at Khorig seem glad that Vruug is dead. I don’t really care what they think.
Next day, which is today, we go on up to Caer Dvars. After paying our entry taxes, we’re informed that a bunch of us are summoned to the hall of Princess Eselreth, the ruler of this little town and the surrounding countryside, which is known as the Wealwyrtn Protectorate. We are escorted to her hall, where she is nice enough, but she tells us we can’t leave because some of us – Myroc, Oreg, Dusk and Yen – are to stand trial for the murder of some knight or other. His brother has tracked them down and he’s all pissed off.
The Princess doesn’t seem to put much stock in the charges, and she gives us free run of the town and puts us up in her own home, but she’s bound by law to see the trial held. What a pickle!
Anyway, after she releases us, we take Tiffany’s corpse to some dwarven holy woman we heard about and beg her to resurrect him. She tells us to wait and disappears for an hour or two. When she comes back, she tells us she will certainly resurrect Tiffany, but in return, after our trial her god, Pron-Akh-Torzekkan (really, can’t dwarves just have simple names like Bob or something?) will place a geas on us and we will have to undertake a journey. A questor’s journey, apparently. More to come on that later, I guess.