The world's largest dungeon

[Yeril]

Dribble frowns at the knight and steps up to his taunts.

"No combat skills? I know the steryotype of my people is big dumb bricks with axes bigger than their heads who flail about like drunken gorrilas, but that is not true, I for example, am much smarter than you, I am also much stronger and very much so more skilled in the way of weapons, if it were in other conditions and other circumstances, why I would of cut your hands off and then squeezed that little tin-can you call a helmet until the squishy bits inside oozed out." The orc spits in the dirt, glaring at the knight.

"Now, mister "honorable" knight, lead on so that us honorless dogs can follow in your wake to bask in your glory" he adds with a sarcastic tone before turning away and awnsering the half-orcs question.

"My Orc village, generaly a simple village, houses, blacksmith, a few grubby turnip farmers, leatherworkers, tanners, tailors, generaly what you would expect a normal village to be like, just with a bit more fighting and yelling."

[JettWilderbeast]

Argal smiles at the thought of this village; Will you take me there? One day?

To add to the taunting of the knight, Argal looks at Tolsimir and trys to think of a clever insult like Dribble did but simply came out with; You, Gorilla no handies!

[SeekerInTheNight]

James processed the information he could divine from this barrier, shrugs slightly and decides that it was in fact not worth sharing with the people bickering behind him.

"Its perfectly safe gentlemen, just a magical field to keep the air fresh inside the dungeon. Whoever build this place had power and money in vast excess and a bounty of riches should greet us somewhere below."

His voice was well educated and thoughtful now. He motions at the barbarians and the knight.

"If you kind sirs would be so inclined as to lead the way, we can delve the depths of this dungeon. There is sure to be killing in abundance."

[boomwolf]

Tolsimir

"Save you say? you don't seem to sane but if any of us were he was not here." says tolsimir as he steps in, like there is nothing, then glares at a random spot.

[Bayar]

The rest of the party can no longer see or hear Tolsimir.So they decide to follow the brave (and kinda ignorant) knight into the darkness.

Your torchlight gleams feebly in this complete gloom, lighting up a smal region of what appears to be a large room. Two iron doors, one straight ahead and the other to it's side, are the only things that break up the unnending mass of worked stone.The chill and damp air clings to your body, and you are not the only one feeling it judgind by the cough coming out of the darkness.
Three orc warriors sit huddled together in the northeastern corner of the room, one of them trying to stifle another cough.They are a sorry remnant of the orc forces that followed Longtail (the )into the dungeon.They look extremely haggard with deep bags over their scar-marked faces and an ashen paleness, warning of their weakened state.

Map:

[boomwolf]

Tolsimir

"Who are you?" asks tolsimir the three orcs "and why are you here?"

[Bayar]

The orcs seem to not respond.Maybe they will answer another one...

[Yeril]

"Orc brothers, what are you doing in this dungeon?" asks dribble in Orkish, his eyes shifting between the three.

Dribble descretly draws a throwing knife*, taking a readied action to launch it if the orcs seem hostile.

If attacking;

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(1d20+4)[17] to hit (-2 per 20ft distance between us)
(1d4+4)[8] to damage

*Throwing knives are Darts.

[Yeril]

Dexterity check for an Untrained slight of hand to draw the dart un-noticed.

(1d20+3)[4]

[iceman]

These here fellers don't look like they've the strength ta harm a bug much less pose a threat ta any of us.

And in a lower voice to Dribble See if ye can learn anything about what may be ahead of us if ye can.

[hyperfreak497]

The wizard, striding along in the back of the pack, leans against the wall, dejected, when he realizes that Dribble would be more well-suited for parlay at this juncture. Suddenly, he perks up, and quietly says,
"Garrett! James! Come over here."

When the spellcaster and the rogue approach him, he tells them of a plan he had formulated. "I see no use for us here and now," he explains, a mischievous smile on his face. "Why don't we go forward in this catacomb, perhaps in a scouting foray? Garrett, you can make sure our path is well-advised, I can persuade inhabitants to let us pass, and James and I can provide force, should interaction prove unwise."

[boomwolf]

Tolsimir

"Something is fishy, them or their friends might jump on us at any moment. lets move out, but keep your eyes open. and I'll be happy is somebody will kill them." says tolsimir, and an instant later he gazes at some unknown thing.

[Godeler]

Garret, having joined the party in the dungeon and seen the battleworn orcs close up, decides that these creatures aren't worth his time. Let the other orcs deal with them; for now, riches await, and his job as a trapfinder should begin. He approached the two doors cautiously, and began to search them for traps.

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Search (door straight ahead): (1d20+6)[13]
Search (door to the side): (1d20+6)[8]

[JettWilderbeast]

Argal walks into the new room is amazed to see orcs! he looks at them and says;Brothers! What are you doing here?

[SeekerInTheNight]

James follows at a distance, his hands glowing with profane energies. He disliked being caught unawares, but seemed to be watching everything but the three orcs.

[Kaelik]

Deran

Deran smiled as he followed the others into the gloom. Emerging on the other side, he walked around the room. After a while he walked over to the orcs and sat beside them, leaning his spear against his shoulder. A little rest is excused every now and then, but the journey continues. Is something the matter? Perhaps I could aid you in restoring your will to walk the Path.

[boomwolf]

Tolsimir

"That idiot will get us killed." says tolsimir with a large sigh. then he yells at him "THEY CAN BE THE ENEMY MORON!"

[Kaelik]

Deran

Looking up at the armored figure, Deran sighs. You could be the enemy as well. I don't have enemies that don't make themselves one of mine. These people have yet to do so.

[Bayar]

The orcs seem to listen to your questions...after a few pondering moments, the largest of them all, says:Curios, arent we....I think you might think "What happened to you orcs?" ...the answer is: You will see soon enough. in broken common.The other two laugh at the response, the smallest one stifling his cough.

Roll Sense motive.

[JettWilderbeast]

Argal is confused by the orcs, he doesn't understand people at the best of times so now is really confusing! In Orcish; I don't knows what you mean!

Sense Motive;

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OOC; Do you think I could do any worse?

[Bayar]

OODM: there is always a worse roll...

[JettWilderbeast]

OOC; How can you do worse than that? :P

[Bayar]

OOC; How can you do worse than that? :P

OODM: Having crappy WIS score...penalty...flaw...the score goes into the negatives...

[JettWilderbeast]

OOC; True... BUT... Someone with negative modifier could still roll high and do well or even roll a 20! Therefore beating me :D

[boomwolf]

Tolsimir

Sense Motive: (1d20+1)[5]

"Lets jest get moving" says tolsimir with a bored voice.

[Yeril]

(1d20)[3] Sense motive.

"uhh.. right."

Still keeping the readied action to throw the dart.

[Bayar]

None of you notices anything out of place...

OODM:Damn, those are low scores...

[JettWilderbeast]

Algar loses interest in the orcs; They seem to be tired or drunk. He walk over to the nearest door looks at it and says; Lets go in door!

[boomwolf]

Tolsimir


"After you my friend" says tolsimir to algar, then whispers to himself "you are expendable."

[JettWilderbeast]

Argal is confused, first the human is mean to him and now he says friend? Humans are weird!
You weird hooman. You mean now nice? Still good for bet? I kill more than you.
Argal suddenly wanting to beat the knight opens the door and walks through.