Thread: The Overdue Destruction of House Vorn

There was no name offered by the ogre, as his tales were passed around enough that people should have heard of him. Why, you'd have to be a locked up child to have never heard of him! Or, maybe, just never head to bars. Either way the ogre took his payment, as did everyone else. The kobold patted her weasel and it began to move as the others followed. Jarikk stayed close to Ryltar and made sure he was safe on the way up. Every now and then the gnome would stop everyone. Sometimes, she found a shiny stone. One time she even chased a lizard. Right before she was getting on people's nerves, she would step forward and do some odd things, always setting off a trap if it was harmless to do so from where she was. She did show off how useful she was, as she got the traps undone in seconds in what would have taken Jarikk perhaps half an hour to do safely. By the time they got to a secure cave mouth they had run into a few spiders, one very angry hibernating drider which Ur had beaten into unconsciousness and left in stasis to collect when they went back, and a rather surprised Grimlock. When the troop got to the surface the sun was blazing and it had been about six hours of traveling. The kobold was used to this by now and the orc had come prepared with tinted glasses. For Ryltar, who this was his first time, it was probably and immense shock. Everything was vibrantly colored up top. The wind wafted about and many sounds could be heard. This was not the silent, echoing caves of his childhood. Birds were chirping, bees buzzing, animal noises way off into the forest. In essence the place was ALIVE. Jarikk noticed his master's discomfort and tugged on his robes respectfully, Sir Vorn, I got you these. Just in case. He presented a set of glasses much like Ur's. The ogre gave an odd look and sighed. Jarikk had informed Ryltar that the ogre's name was Kurig, and that some knew him as Mother Killer for how he handled his own dam. I'm going to scout out ahead. Everyone stay back. Come'on girl, yah! The kobold took off. On the surface her beautiful blue scales were very visible and her cape turned out to be two wings she folded onto her back instead of let get in the way in the caverns. It seemed she was very happy to be up topside once again. The gnome lady looked around, giggling, and then stopped and looked at the ogre, he eyes rather dispassionate, You. I never liked the way you smelled. Here, you dropped these. She tossed a few small, rune covered items at his feet. As he reached to get them they exploded into a cloud and started making him cough and choke, his hands going up to his throat. Those trackers you left? I deactivated them. Simple, really. Geometric Euclidean Runic Aurum-based lacing? Are you fucking with me, dipshit? I knew how to change those up when I was still learning how to WALK. It may work for your kind, or even HIS kind, no offense, Ryltar, but me? Come on. I don't quite mind that you were leaving the trail for the assassin to follow, no. I know how much you got paid. I also don't mind that you actually intercepted Kurig's letter. Ingenious, really. Sending him word his father had been spotted. The ogre who was coughing and still scratching at his neck had started to shift and warp, becoming a rather muted, grey figure. The doppleganger was tearing up badly as the gnome continued her rant, The Draconic Sympataphore Calculus was a nice trick, but again, your approach was sub par. Probably because you aren't used to people picking you up, are they Daj? Oh, what's that? Of course I know who you are. You dopplegangers don't look alike. Anyway, this bores me. She lifted her broken sword and cleanly killed the doppleganger, ending her rant as she wiped it clean. Seriously, can you believe this person? Might as well have been chanting naked while we walked. That Aurum-lace smells like hell. OH WOW. A RACCOON. Miriam was off on a chase, having changed her name to Miriam on the trip and now seeing a raccoon she was interested in. Jarikk was at a loss for words as he looked at the dead doppleganger. He bowed to his master, pressing his head to the ground, I am sorry sir. I did not know. I am so sorry my message got intercepted. I cannot rely on that cohort anymore, if that is, you allow me to live, sire. I have failed you horribly. Ur let out an angry click as he saw what was happening. He had met Jarikk when the man still occasionally went out and fought, back when Ryltar was around five or six and still, sometimes, was in the presence of his mother. Before the drowling had smiled at Jarikk and...HUGGED him. They had made friends when the goblin had killed an otyugh he had been estimating, and the goblin had saved him some coin. To see a man he respected thus...BEGGING at the feet of some snooty drow sycophant. Well, it made him rather unhappy. The kobold came back and made some motions as she talked, so used to using hand signals instead of words that it had become second nature. So, the place is clear for about half a mile or so around us. Animals and all that. I can hunt if you want. Six mouths to feed and-where is Kurig? He was a doppleganger. HEY, this is my new friend Feraloth the Souler Eater. Miriam held up a chubby raccoon that was busy chewing on an apple as she spoke. I...see. Feraloth, nice to meet you. Anyway, five mouths to feed. Shall I hunt for us? I assume your friend can hunt for itself, Ur? Yes, it can. Hunting sounds fine. May I join you two? Jarikk looked a little cross and Ur sighed, I will leave Bentha with you. It can protect you and will follow your orders as well. Besides, you also have Feraloth on your side. Fine, go hunt. I will stay and see what plans Sir Vorn wishes to implement.