Chapter 09:

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Session Number: 179
Date: Sunday 9 June 2013
Venue: Densial's
PCs & Players:

Ariel Sor12 (Fergus) (kills: none)
Calico Drd12 (Yeran) (kills: none)
Lionel Rgr6/Wiz1/ArcA5 (Ash) (kills: none)
Rowaine Pal12 (Craig) (kills: none)
Troll Wiz12 (Densial) (kills: none)
Violet Drd12 (Tammi) (kills: none)

Special Guest NPC: Arrian

XP Awarded: TBA

The group are in the Rue. After fighting the beastly nightwing, they have ascended the cavern to find an orc, shaking slightly in fear. After a short conversation between the orc and the Rowaine of Tongues, the party discover the influence of Moradin in him, despite his harsh appearances and negative connotations. The orc offers sanctuary away from the large Karak in the distance. Thus our story continues…

Karg: Aight. We'll show yer to our place. But we be holdin' the law of Moradin in our hearts, and yer best be doin' that too. No shootin' up the place.

Rowaine: OK. No fighting. We got it. (Rowaine says with a glance at Troll)

Troll: Awww (crestfallen, lowering his hands)

Karg: Well aight. Less go!

Rowaine: Before we do comrade, how about we retrieve your less-than-alive companions? We may be able to fix that death thing they seem to be suffering from.

Karg: … We got dem.

The orc trods to a nearby shrub, where an orc walks out to greet him, holding a small disc. The orc appears to have no essence of evil on him (courtesy of Rowaine) and activates a couple of buttons on the disc, creating a large blue-hued portal before him. He beckons the shrub, and a small group of orcs, maybe 15, head into the portal. He then beckons the party as he heads into the portal.

The party emerge into a completely dark room. Only the trained eyes of spellcraft and shapeshift allow them to pierce the veil of darkness as they see they are in a worked stone room with bars and a door at one end.

Karg: Here's the holding room. Like a lobby. We gotta keep ya here before moving into the sanctuary. It's just a formality. Seeble will come and ask you a few questions before we move on.

After a few moments, a human enters the room, seemingly unaffected by the lack of light, dark hair, dark armour, two swords and a bow on his back.

Seeble: (Dwarven) Greetings, I'm Seeble. Do you speak dwarven?

Rowaine: Of course. I'm Rowaine. Would you mind switching to common?

Seeble: Sure friend. (Common). Greetings friends. My name's Seeble, and I'll be asking you a few questions before we head into the sanctuary to get to know you better. This chamber is enchanted with a spell that will affect both your party and myself. It will make it hard to lie in this room.

The group makes their introductions. After a few hiccups with Troll's dwarven heritage and a blink dog that wasn't listening, Rowaine explains her connections to Krag, about how Krag took her place and she wishes to right that balance. The party then declares their lack of grievous intention towards the will of Moradin and the sanctuary.

Seeble: OK. Follow me. I shall introduce you to others that need a word before I can bring you to Krag.

The group wind through multiple doors, left and right, snaking corridors, passing doors left and right, before approaching a room with three orcs sitting on chairs, They all bear the symbol of Moradin hanging from their necks.

Manion: Greetings adventurers. I am Manion, the High Cleric here at the sanctuary. It pains me to announce that we have a matter to discuss, that of our fallen comrades, the sentinels of the portal.

A discussion ensues between Manion, the High Priest, and Troll, the member who disposed of the sentinels. The discussion turns into an argument, and tempers start to flare both for Troll and the High Priest. The argument flares further, debating the requests and requirements of Troll, and the righteousness of Manion under the eye of Moradin.

Troll: In the circumstances, I did what I believed was right. We entered an evil place, with an evil race serving an evil god, and I fired at them. It was purely a miscommunication. Does that not warrant recompense from Moradin?

Manion: While your intentions were just, the families of the sentinels are the ones that feel the pain of loss. I cannot let the death of husbands and fathers seem lessened by technicalities. All I ask for is some recompense towards those families, not Moradin.

Troll: So now we are demanded to do something? That's not the Moradin I know and was brought up by. My elder priests would not demand recompense from someone who understands the miscommunication and made an honest mistake.

Rowaine: (Draconic) Be aware, Troll, that the high priests' temper might be flared at a stranger walking in and telling him how to judge. This may not be how you see High Priests, but remember that Sir Veketh knew you well, and Manion does not. Manion is only trying to do right by everyone.

Seeble leads the group to their barebone lodgings. Troll grumbles and mentions to Rowaine that the group could leave in a moment, noting that Manion acted not like a believer of Moradin. The group are left to their own devices for thirty minutes, before Seeble returns.

Seeble: Krag is ready to meet you, but I must ask that only a few of you come at a time.

Rowaine and Troll volunteer, and are lead out to what appears to be more of an almost-dwarven citadel. Orcs are left and right, working tools, maybe less than 500 of them in total. As they walk through the city they walk past an orc being whipped. Troll stops.

Troll: What's the deal with that?

Seeble: The orcs are foreign to the discipline of Moradin. It's almost against their nature. They have decided that harsh punishments are necessary to keep the law, although I do not agree with it.

Troll: It seems a bit too much. I was never punished this harshly. What do you think?

Rowaine: I honestly do not know. What was his crime?

Seeble: From what I gathered he killed another orc.

Rowaine: Hmm. In some cultures, whipping might seem a bit light for such a crime. Have you determined why?

Seeble: I know not the details.

Troll wanders off to the source of the whipping. Rowaine follows along behind.
Troll introduces himself to the 8 ft tall orcish whipper, extending a hand. The orc looks worried at the caster, before being assured it's a method of greeting, and returns the handshake.

Troll: What did he do?

Orc: He killed an orc whose woman he wanted.

Troll: (Draconic) This doesn't seem right.

Troll motions to act, before being pulled aside by Rowaine.

Rowaine: I'm this goddamned close to seeing Krag, and you're being distracted. Enough, Troll. We're moving on.

The trio approach a large central pillar with two doors at the base. Seeble speaks a word to the guard, and they enter, ascend a staircase to a large apartment, well lived in. They passed through and reach a bed, in it a very old half-orc. He leans up to greet, then falls back down, followed by Rowaine catching him. He beams back at the two fellow orphans of Kharag.

Krag: Rowaine. Troll. It's been a very long time.

Troll: You're bloody old. Like, really old. it's only been a few years for us.

Krag: It's been a very long time for me. I think, 32 years.

Rowaine: I'm stunned. I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. I couldn't come in time to save you. What happened here?

Seeble drops a beat: Uhm _ tiss, uhm uhm tiss, uhm _ tiss, uhm uhm tiss


Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit won't you
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a realm called the Rue

In the Kharag monastery born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all drinkin some ale outside of the school
Then I met the ruelock, he was up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my god was true
He said "You're moving over to the big bad realm of the Rue"

I took your place in the bottle there
And found myself here asking "where is here?"
If anything I thought I might bite the dust
But I thought nah, forget it, survive here I must

I met a young orc about seven or eight
He said to ole' Gruumsh "Yo, homes smell you later!"
We created this kingdom, I did my god true
To do his good work, in the realm of the Rue.

Craigo: Epic, Yeran. Simply epic :-)

Krag: I would like to introduce you to my wife.

A tall blonde woman walks into the room, and Troll smirks a smile,

Troll whispers: You picked Rowaine didn't you?

Krag blushes.

Marcella: Hi. I'm Marcella. I've heard so much about you Rowaine, and Troll… You're just as Krag describes you.

Krag: Manion wasn't happy with his god Gruumsh, and together we created the citadel you see now. Moradin has a bigger plan for us. There's a pact between the gods not to interfere with each other, but Gruumsh has hidden his influence on Moradin's lieutenants. There is a prophecy where the last act of our part will take place when a paladin of Moradin arrives here, to side with a dying cleric of Moradin. I choose to give the end of my life to help seal away Ruelock.

Rowaine: WHAT? NO! There must be some other way.

Krag: This is a choice I have made. I am content with the work I've done here. Now the time has come where I offer my life to bind a magical object that will seal Ruelock away for a very long time.

Rowaine: You have done amazing things here Krag. The dwarven choirs will sing your praises for aeons to come, I promise it.

Krag: I have done this for Moradin. There is a place where you must take the object (Blah). Now, while I understand that you wish to spend time with me for my final moments, I believe I owe that to my family now. I have many sons, one of which is Seeble. I'm sure you've gotten well with him. But now I must spend time with my family.

Rowaine: I understand.

Seeble leads the group back to the cells, leaving the common speaking orc there.

The day passes uneventfully.

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