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[Weirdsound]

For more than two and a half decades, Poor-Guruk ruled over the Three Valleys as Orcish Clanfather. He was considered to be a wise, strong, and just ruler. His reign was notable for ending the raids of the Deepland Bandits and for the construction of a port for trade and piracy on the Saltless Sea. Poor-Guruk was loved greatly by his subjects, even his non Orcish subjects, and respected by the human and elven kingdoms who controlled the neighboring lands. Other Orcish clans, however, held Poor-Guruk in low reguard, as his personal vices were common knowledge among the Orcish elite of the world, and they saw his great love of gambling in particular as an unforgiveable weakness.

Poor-Guruk eventually grew tired of this disrespect, and eventually decided to prove the other Orcish Clans wrong by proving his love of card and dice to be a strength. He challenged his brother Arrugup, who had recently inherited his father-in-law's profitable caravan business, to a public game of dice with the highest of stakes: To the winner would go all the loser's worldly possessions save for his weapon, armor, and personal band of warriors. The game was played as planned. Poor-Guruk lost.

And so control of the Three Valleys passed to Arrugup, who quickly proved himself to be an inept and weak leader. The animal men bandits began to raid again. He failed to quash a movement for Goblin and Snaga autonomy in Sea Valley before it became a full on revolt. He allowed two of his three vassal eleven tribes to switch their loyalties to an elf Queen based out of the northern plains without fight or complaint. In recent months he has even allowed the forces of the human and elf kingdoms, who are presently at each other's throats and likely headed for all out war, to move troops through his lands unhindered.

The death of Arrugup came suddenly. Some reports out of the Three Valleys say he was assassinated. Because Poor-Guruk's linage was disinherited as terms of the dice game, and Arrugup produced no heirs, rule of the Three Valleys passed to their sister Chlemora. Chlemora, an elderly woman satisfied with her current post as Chief Alchemist to another high clan, deferred the post to her eldest daughter Wrakemor. Wrakemor, a hardened and storied soldier in her own right, had just accepted the post of Commander-in-Chief of Hallowedgold, a dwarf fortress, and had no intent on forsaking her oath of service so soon, so she in turn passed rule of the Three Valleys to her eldest heir - you.

Character Creation:

Name:
Gender:
Age: 15-35

How you Spent Your Childhood: (Choose One)

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-Your mother knew her lifestyle as a wandering mercenary meant that she was ill suited to raise an highborn child on her own. As soon as you were weaned, you were sent to live at the court of your Great Uncle, who ruled over the Three Valleys. You start play already having established relationships with many of your prominent underlings, and with a very solid grasp of Orcish High Culture.
-Your mother choose to offer you, her firstborn, to Harmotzald, the mountain titan she worships as a good. Luckily for you, the titan choose to raise you as its priest than eat you alive. You start play with knowledge of destructive earth magic, and a very solid grasp of theology.
-Your mother, deciding that she could not be both a soldier and a good parent, sent you to live with your father, a lowborn tanner who plyed his trade in a rough and diverse human controlled city. You start play with a large assortment of criminal skills, and some knowledge of lowborn human culture.
-Your grandmother, a renowned alchemist famous for keeping some frightening clientele, decided to take a new apprentice shortly after you were born, and it was decided that you fit the bill. You start play with an assortment of useful potions, the knowledge needed to make more, and both awareness of and contacts within the vampire and werewolf communities.
-Shortly after your second birthday, you were possessed by the spirit of a Dwarven Child who died while consumed with the idea for an artifact weapon. You don't remember anything until shortly after you turned nine and you completed Terrorgems, a legendary maul comprised of gold, lead, and steel bands. You enter play with this artifact, as well as the near-mythical reputation you have earned for both its creation and use.
-Your mother, fearful that she would be subject to the vengeance of all those she had slain in the next life, dropped you off at an Elven Temple Tree to study the ways of Alyvia, the Elven Goddess of Healing and the Peaceful Repose of Souls. You start play with knowledge of both healing and dispelling magic, as well as proficient knowledge in both elfish lowborn culture and theology.

For your 12th Birthday, your mother gave you your own band of warriors to lead. What did you name them? :

What you have done with those warriors since: (Choose One)

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-You and your warriors wandered the tundra, earning modest coin by defending, hunting, and questing for the independent orcish tribes and villages there. Your war band consists of many skilled hunters and beast masters. You enter play with strong survival skills and a knowledge of lowborn Orcish Culture.
-You and your warriors mainly fought to serve the interests of the various independent Orcish Kingdoms scattered across the land. Even though you have not spent enough time at court to know much about their manners and customs, you have earned the respect, gratitude, and gold of many an Orcish Clanfather. Your war band is equipped with the finest heavy melee weapons and armor. You enter play with the respect of your fellow Orcish Leaders, and a good sum of gold.
-You and your warriors wandered the world, hunting the lairs and dens of those who would harm the innocent. Many of your warriors are clad in gear made from megabeast parts, and many possess some magical knowledge. You enter play with a solid understand of the ways of night trolls and megabeasts, as well as a heroic reputation earned by fighting such creatures.
-Seeing a potentially profitable war against humanity brewing, you and your warriors threw your lot in with the elves by training with their exotic Calvary and taking jobs from their druids and queens. Most of your warriors possess powerful exotic mounts and mithril weapons. You enter play with the respect of the nearby elf leaders, as well as knowledge of elfish high culture.
-Seeing a potentially profitable war against the elves brewing, you and your warriors threw your lot in with the humans by training with their legions and taking work from their lords and mayors. Your soldiers are clad in full bronze plate, and excel at both open field battle and leading large hosts of less experienced troops. You enter play with the respect of the nearby human leaders, as well as knowledge of human high culture.
-You and your warriors wandered the vast caverns beneath the earth, seeking both glory and experience by fighting the great beasts and primitive civilizations that dwell down there. Many of your soldiers possess useful mutations, and your forces are bolstered by a small pack of tame trolls. You enter play mutated by your exposure to forgotten beasts and strange fungus, and in possession of knowledge of the primitive beings and cultures that live deep underground.

[Knave]

Name: Grak the Bold
Gender: M
Age: 22

For your 12th Birthday, your mother gave you your own band of warriors to lead. What did you name them? : Grak's Slayers (12 year olds aren't exactly original)

What you have done with those warriors since:

-You and your warriors wandered the world, hunting the lairs and dens of those who would harm the innocent. Many of your warriors are clad in gear made from megabeast parts, and many possess some magical knowledge. You enter play with a solid understand of the ways of night trolls and megabeasts, as well as a heroic reputation earned by fighting such creatures.

[IronyOwl]

Name: Kasha Darkscar
Gender: Female
Age: 15

How you Spent Your Childhood:
-Your mother knew her lifestyle as a wandering mercenary meant that she was ill suited to raise an highborn child on her own. As soon as you were weaned, you were sent to live at the court of your Great Uncle, who ruled over the Three Valleys. You start play already having established relationships with many of your prominent underlings, and with a very solid grasp of Orcish High Culture.

For your 12th Birthday, your mother gave you your own band of warriors to lead. What did you name them?:
-The Gilded Snaurs. Gold has connotations of conquest in Orcish culture, being a somewhat more common spoil among other races, while the personality-laden war boars are a favored mount and battle companion of those that can appreciate and tolerate animals with a rather distinct mind of their own. You liked the symbolism of refining your peoples' wealth and power into something to use, and had long been in awe of the Snaurs as a mark of heroism and valor.

What you have done with those warriors since:
-You and your warriors wandered the world, hunting the lairs and dens of those who would harm the innocent. Many of your warriors are clad in gear made from megabeast parts, and many possess some magical knowledge. You enter play with a solid understand of the ways of night trolls and megabeasts, as well as a heroic reputation earned by fighting such creatures. It also earned you a distinctive, but fortunately not disfiguring, blackened scar and matching title when one such entity narrowly avoided taking your head with its foul blade. That creature serves you in chains now, a symbol of your inevitable triumph over the dark, though some of your more cautious warriors worry about its impotence and intentions.

[Arcvasti]

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[escaped lurker]

Name: Guknar Terrorgems
Gender: Female
Age: 17

How you Spent Your Childhood:
Shortly after your second birthday, you were possessed by the spirit of a Dwarven Child who died while consumed with the idea for an artifact weapon. You don't remember anything until shortly after you turned nine and you completed Terrorgems, a legendary maul comprised of gold, lead, and steel bands. You enter play with this artifact, as well as the near-mythical reputation you have earned for both its creation and use.

For your 12th Birthday, your mother gave you your own band of warriors to lead. What did you name them? :
You named them Terrormauls, a play of words on your possession. You also have seen to it, that the champions of your band are armed with a maul that could be mistaken for Terrorgems at first glance, or by the uninformed; The meek fools fear the likened mauls from your champions, the bold fools don't fear the true terrorgems in your hands, both easily falling prey to them.

What you have done with those warriors since:
You and your warriors mainly fought to serve the interests of the various independent Orcish Kingdoms scattered across the land. Even though you have not spent enough time at court to know much about their manners and customs, you have earned the respect, gratitude, and gold of many an Orcish Clanfather. Your war band is equipped with the finest heavy melee weapons and armor. You enter play with the respect of your fellow Orcish Leaders, and a good sum of gold.

[Harry Baldman]

Name: Udu-Kai
Gender: Male
Age: 22

How you spent your childhood:
-Your grandmother, a renowned alchemist famous for keeping some frightening clientele, decided to take a new apprentice shortly after you were born, and it was decided that you fit the bill. You start play with an assortment of useful potions, the knowledge needed to make more, and both awareness of and contacts within the vampire and werewolf communities.

For your 12th Birthday, your mother gave you your own band of warriors to lead. What did you name them?
-the Wurms

What you have done with those warriors since:
-You and your warriors wandered the vast caverns beneath the earth, seeking both glory and experience by fighting the great beasts and primitive civilizations that dwell down there. Many of your soldiers possess useful mutations, and your forces are bolstered by a small pack of tame trolls. You enter play mutated by your exposure to forgotten beasts and strange fungus, and in possession of knowledge of the primitive beings and cultures that live deep underground.

[Kashyyk]

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+1 to this

[Askot Bokbondeler]

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+1 to this

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[TopHat]

Name: Udu-Kai
Gender: Male
Age: 22

How you spent your childhood:
-Your grandmother, a renowned alchemist famous for keeping some frightening clientele, decided to take a new apprentice shortly after you were born, and it was decided that you fit the bill. You start play with an assortment of useful potions, the knowledge needed to make more, and both awareness of and contacts within the vampire and werewolf communities.

For your 12th Birthday, your mother gave you your own band of warriors to lead. What did you name them?
-the Wurms

What you have done with those warriors since:
-You and your warriors wandered the vast caverns beneath the earth, seeking both glory and experience by fighting the great beasts and primitive civilizations that dwell down there. Many of your soldiers possess useful mutations, and your forces are bolstered by a small pack of tame trolls. You enter play mutated by your exposure to forgotten beasts and strange fungus, and in possession of knowledge of the primitive beings and cultures that live deep underground.

+1

[Yourmaster]

Name: Udu-Kai
Gender: Male
Age: 22

How you spent your childhood:
-Your grandmother, a renowned alchemist famous for keeping some frightening clientele, decided to take a new apprentice shortly after you were born, and it was decided that you fit the bill. You start play with an assortment of useful potions, the knowledge needed to make more, and both awareness of and contacts within the vampire and werewolf communities.

For your 12th Birthday, your mother gave you your own band of warriors to lead. What did you name them?
-the Wurms

What you have done with those warriors since:
-You and your warriors wandered the vast caverns beneath the earth, seeking both glory and experience by fighting the great beasts and primitive civilizations that dwell down there. Many of your soldiers possess useful mutations, and your forces are bolstered by a small pack of tame trolls. You enter play mutated by your exposure to forgotten beasts and strange fungus, and in possession of knowledge of the primitive beings and cultures that live deep underground.

+1

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[Weirdsound]

Name: Udu-Kai
Gender: Male
Age: 22

How you spent your childhood:
-Your grandmother, a renowned alchemist famous for keeping some frightening clientele, decided to take a new apprentice shortly after you were born, and it was decided that you fit the bill. You start play with an assortment of useful potions, the knowledge needed to make more, and both awareness of and contacts within the vampire and werewolf communities.

For your 12th Birthday, your mother gave you your own band of warriors to lead. What did you name them?
-the Wurms

What you have done with those warriors since:
-You and your warriors wandered the vast caverns beneath the earth, seeking both glory and experience by fighting the great beasts and primitive civilizations that dwell down there. Many of your soldiers possess useful mutations, and your forces are bolstered by a small pack of tame trolls. You enter play mutated by your exposure to forgotten beasts and strange fungus, and in possession of knowledge of the primitive beings and cultures that live deep underground.

+1

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Dammit. You just had to go and tie up the vote right minutes before I sit down to write. If nobody breaks it in the next 30 minutes, I'm flipping a coin.

[IronyOwl]

I'll go ahead and switch my vote to Harry's Udu-Kai. If we can't have a paladin we'll have a deep alchemist!

[ATHATH]

Name: Udu-Kai
Gender: Male
Age: 22

How you spent your childhood:
-Your grandmother, a renowned alchemist famous for keeping some frightening clientele, decided to take a new apprentice shortly after you were born, and it was decided that you fit the bill. You start play with an assortment of useful potions, the knowledge needed to make more, and both awareness of and contacts within the vampire and werewolf communities.

For your 12th Birthday, your mother gave you your own band of warriors to lead. What did you name them?
-the Wurms

What you have done with those warriors since:
-You and your warriors wandered the vast caverns beneath the earth, seeking both glory and experience by fighting the great beasts and primitive civilizations that dwell down there. Many of your soldiers possess useful mutations, and your forces are bolstered by a small pack of tame trolls. You enter play mutated by your exposure to forgotten beasts and strange fungus, and in possession of knowledge of the primitive beings and cultures that live deep underground.

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Dammit. You just had to go and tie up the vote right minutes before I sit down to write. If nobody breaks it in the next 30 minutes, I'm flipping a coin.

+1 to Harry

[Harry Baldman]

We shall invent orc witchers yet!

[Weirdsound]

Clanfather Udu-Kai:

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Status-

Health:
Fine

Mutations:
Lightning Breath - You can exhale a destructive bolt of Chain Lighting that smites nearby friend and foe alike.
Living Battery - Your muscles store electricity which you can channel into your metal weapons for extra damage, armor for a nasty surprize defense, and other gadgets for god knows what.
Bronze Boned - Your bones are particularly tough, resistant to breaking, and can't be cut by anything short of sharpened steel
Digging Claws - You have short claws on your hands that aid allow you to easily dig through soil and soft rock. Also makes you slightly more dangerous in unarmed combat
Pheromones - You can influence the behavior of bugs and insects with enough proficiency to be a major factor in the battles such creatures participate in

Skills-

Military:
Skilled Spearorc
Competent Armor User
Competent Shield User
Adequate Rider
Adequate Commander

Social:
Professional Night Courtesan
Proficient Merchant
Adequate Administrator
Adequate Orc Courtesan

Industrial:
Accomplished Alchemist
Adept Herbalist
Adept Animal Dissector
Competent Furnace Opperator
Competent Brewer

Possessions-

Gear, Pets, and Equipment:
Masterwork Bronze Spear
High Quality Laminated Leather Armor
Steeloak Wood Boomerangs (3/3)
'Flashram' The Giant Glow Wasp (Trained for War, Trained as a Mount, Can be Milked for Venom, Can be bled for Lightning Ichor)
Custom Saddle for Flashram

Consumables:
Potion of High Evolution (1/1, Subject gains a number of beneficial mutations. This potion is potent enough that the subject is rarely recognizable as a member of his/her original race)
Draught of the Damned Host (3/3, Subject becomes host to several giant insect larva, who slowly eat the subject from the inside out to inflict a painful death upon them)
Potion of High Restoration (3/3, Subject is cured of any non-magical injury of ailment)
Synthetic Dragon's Blood (3/3, Further boosts the strength and agility of a vampire subject for several days. Highly addictive)
Bottled Moonlight (3/3, Allows and forces a werebeing subject to transform for 36 hours regardless of the moon's state)
Canned Eclipse (3/3, If drunk shortly before a werebeng subject's transformation, said transformation will be weaker than usual, but will leave the subject in control of their actions)
Potion of Close Wounds (8/8, Subject's flesh and bone are mended. Any blood lost by the subject is restored)
Potion of Override Metabolism (8/8, Subject does not need to eat for a month)
Gourmet Gunk (350/350, Can be mixed in with even the lowest quality grains by a completely unskilled chef to produce meals fit for a king)

Packed Belongings:
Alchemist's Workshop and Tools (Requires Setup)
"Chlemora's Handbook", Tome of Potion Recipies
"Lunar Servants", Encyclopedia of Werebeing Linage and Lore
"Bloodlines of Blood", Encyclopedia of Vampire Linage and Lore
"Beneath Highest Rock and Saltless Sea", Notes and old maps relating to the cavern system beneath and near the Three Valleys
Sack of Powdered Chitin (20/20, Ingredient for potions relating to healing, defense, or bugs)
Urn of Mixed Snaga Ashes (20/20, Ingredient for potions relating to agility and wit. Can also be used to limit the effects of a potion to goblins and orcs)
Barrel of Glow Wasp Vennom (50/50, Ingredient for potions relating to illumination, poison, pain, and social behavior)
Barrel of Lightning Ichor (50/50, Ingredient for potions relating to electricity, blood, predatory behavior, and insects)
Bag of Dried Cave Bloom Flowers (15/15, Ingredient for potions relating to earth, plants, darkness, and romantic behavior)
Bag of Dried Demoncaps (15/15, Ingredient for potions relating to the unholy, fungus, hallucination, mutation and insane behavior)
Preserved Cave Dragon Heart (5/5, Ingredient for potions relating to great strength, blindness, and prideful behavior. Can be used to boost the power of a potion to a great degree)

Friends/Guards/Courtesans-

The Wurms: Your personal orcish warband. Tradition dictates that you should treat these soldiers as you would your own kin, and that they should treat your will and interests as their own.
1 Band Chief (Wields a masterwork bronze maul and wears high quality laminated leather armor. Mounted on a Giant Cave Spider. Mutated to receive superorcish speed and power)
1 Fate Brother (Dual-Wields bloodsteel scimitars and wears high quality laminated leather armor. Mounted on a Giant Cave Spider. Mutated to be a better sneak and rider)
1 Fate Sister (Fights unarmed with mutant powers and hexes. Wears a silk gown treated to resist heat. Mounted on a Basalt Steed Golem. Mutated to channel the element of fire)
10 Mutant Crushorcs (Equipped with assorted natural weapons and lead-weighted copper maces. Wears normal quality laminated leather armor and assorted mutant natural armors)
10 Mutant Spitorcs (Equipped with assorted mutant breath weapons, as well as boomerangs, weighted nets, short copper blades, and javelins. Wears normal quality basic leather armor)
6 Orcish Troll Handlers (Equipped with silver whips and bronze short blades. Wears normal quality laminated leather armor over normal quality copper chain shirt and leggings)
12 Rust Trolls (Large humanoid monsters capable of rending any form or alloy of iron like wet tissue. Regenerate fast. Could become unruly if the troll to handler ratio gets above 2:1)

Clan of the Three Valleys:

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You have yet to properly take control of the Clan and Clan resources.

Politics and Relationships:

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NPCs in Party/Court:

Plunt - A lowborn male orc of 33 years who serves as the Band Chief of the Wurms. The traditional duties of his post include the day to day management of the band, leading the band in battle when you choose not to do so yourself, and seeing that the band is inherited by another worthy Orc highborn in case of your death. Plunt hails from a simple tribe of Yak herding nomads. He is loyal to a fault and has courage in excess, and these traits led you to pick him out of all the Orcs in your band to serve as chief. Through your potions and exposure to the caverns, Plunt has mutated into a monstrous physical specimen; He can dead-lift his mount over his head, and outrun it over short distances.

Cornius - A highborn male orc of 20 years who holds the distinction of being your Fate Brother. As your fate brother, Cornius is legally an extension of yourself. He can fight your duels, be punished in your place, father your legitimate children should you prove infertile, and in your absence wield the authority of any post you have obtain. He is expected to end his own life in the event of your death. Cornius was caught red-handed trying to assassinate a political rival of his father's, disgracing him to the point where the only post suitable for his birth was that of your fate brother. Cornius views morality as a weakness, and will advise you to commit grave sins if he thinks it will bring you material or political gain. Cornius has mutated to become more spider-like; His skin is dark and chitin-like, he can move silently and climb well, and he possesses an extra pair of arms.

Burn-Char - A highborn female orc of 19 years who holds the distinction of being your Fate Sister. As your fate sister, Burn-Char is legally an extension of yourself. She can fight your duels, be punished in your place, bare your legitimate children should your eventual spouse prove infertile, and in your absence wield the authority of any post you have obtain. She is expected to end his own life in the event of your death. Burn-Char was raised underground and exposed to heavy mutagens growing up, and as a result she catches fire and her bodily fluids turn to magma when she is hurt or angry. Unable to lead a normal life or wear proper armor because of this, Burn-Char has praticed the art of hex-weaving so that she may still fight, and signed up to be your Fate Sister in hopes that your experiments would make her stronger. Burn-Char is well read and highly opinionated, she will hold a bitter grudge against those who sway your will against hers.

Vassals:

Tormonulorg: An ancient and respected Orc who has watched over Lower Titan Pass from Fort Canyon-Walls for generations. An old injury to the throat has rendered him mute. It is not common knowledge, but you know him to be a vampire. He is in dire straights as Arrugup refused to support him.

Year 456. Middle of the Fourth Month:

After six days navigating the somewhat trecherous Titan Pass, you at last make it to Fort Canyon-Walls which marks the northern border of your new holdings. As the name suggests, the fort mainly consists of two walls spanning a narrow canyon, with a tower and living hall situated in the semi-natural courtyard they create. Although three days away from the closest civilization, you have been lead to understand that this fort is one of your key strategic holdings - should the humans and elves go to war, either side could use Titan Pass, which crosses through your lands, to bypass the front and strike at the heartland of the other. Should the elves choose to invade you in hopes of claiming the pass for themselves, Fort Canyon-Walls would be your first and greatest line of defense. You are shocked then to find it so undermanned.

It takes the three guards present outside 45 minutes to let the drawbridge down for you, and as you are lead inside to meet with the commander you only count another two soldiers. Your band is brought into the hall and seated at the benches, and a woman pushing middle age is brought in to play harp for you while you wait for the food to be presented and the commander to make himself presentable to meet his new lord.

After 30 minutes, an older Orc pushing a cart of food enters. You recognize him at once as Tormonulorg, the strong and respected commander who has held Fort Canyon-Walls for nearly a century. The officer humbles himself by wordlessly serving you and your band personally before taking a seat, at which point the orcess playing harp speaks up.

"My lord extends his apology for the delay. Your predecessor withdrew support for this installation, so Tormonulorg has been running the fort with nothing more than his personal War Band. I am Malifom, Fate Sister to the Mighty and Just Tormonulorg, who as you must have heard by now is mute, so I speak for him. Most of us are out hunting now, so it is just myself, my master, and six of our men."

"Only six?" Your own Fate Sister Burn-Char pipes in, "It must truly speak to Arrugup's weakness that a commander as strong as Tormonulorg is in such dire straits."

"I will not argue against that claim," Maliform agrees before continuing with what she had been planning to say, "Anyway, my lord would like to recommend that you wait for his hunters to return before you continue on to your seat of power at Castle Powderforged. It is only three and a half days march from here, but no fewer than three individuals from the castle and the neighboring village of Twin-Smithy have requested that my lord pledge them an oath of fealty since Arrugup died, so you might want some more Orcs at your back in case you have to prove your strength to claim what you have rightfully inherited."

You glance at the commander as his Fate Sister speaks. You are fairly sure you can trust Tormonulorg. It is far from common knowledge, but the respected officer is actually a vampire of the Greyjuiced Bloodline, a breed known more for intelligence and willpower than any physical attribute. When you were but a lad, Maliform would sometimes visit your grandmother to buy Synthetic Dragon's Blood, a potent and addictive drug for vampires, on her master's behalf. Several of your vampire contacts back home have suggested that he could be trusted to serve you loyally, and you have brought along several bottles of the potion he craves as a gift to ensure this.

Once you finish your food, a comfortingly familiar slab of Elk Bird steak roasted in Sweet Pod sauce, Maliform invites you and your officers to her chambers so that you may grill her in private on the state of the Three Valleys. What do you ask? And what other actions might you take?