Alright, here we go.
The way to the clearing is horribly overrun by plants, roots roping their way around each other, trees twisted around themselves. You have to take long steps frequently, stepping over deep holes that have filled with water. Though there are guides with you, showing the direction, you often ponder if they know where they are going, as you have long since lost your sense of direction. You can't see a logical direction to progress as every direction is thickly woven in tree trunks and roots. Every root you climb over, the guides are hurriedly waving you onward, urging you to hurry. Finally you see light peering into the trees, the first source of real light in hours. Pressing onward, you climb into a glade, where a small campfire is set, and a group of Orcs gathered around it. You assume they are the various village elders, as you recognize your own amongst them, although the only outward indication of their venerability is the soft leather hides laid beneath them.
You step toward the campfire and stand, facing toward the fire. Three others step forward as well. As if you were of one group, the elder nearest the fire speaks up, a wrinkled pure Orc male who has shrunken in his old age, appearing no larger than a child. "Welcome, children. Many nights we have sat and thinked. Many nights left us with no answer. This night, you are answer. Strange lights sit in mountain rock. Strange light brings poison to people. Must answer poison. This night, you come here. Here the elders join. Next night, you leave for mountain rock. Cut out this poison. Free our people from trouble."
A second elder, a female Orc with drooping pointed ears who appears youthful when compared to the other elders, speaks up. "Picked you of promising youth. Each tribe choose one. Chosen is tribe. Bring tribe pride. Never shame. Find club, ready hand. Next night come soon."
The guides are visible on the edge of the glade, waiting for your departure, but the elders remain seated around the fire.
Herbert, Markus, Borgnak and Nitzak, you're standing in front of the fire. You may leave with the guides or ask the elders questions.
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Topic: Pathfinder; A feral foray. (Read 22189 times)