Chieftian TricMagic
Power: Level 1
Enterprise: Level 3
Coup D'oeil: Level 2
8 spare xp
15/15 Snaga with picks
29/30 snaga with Clubs (crude 2-handed)
25 Grunts with wood-splitting axes (Simple 2-handed)
13/17 Grunts with Clubs (crude 2-handed) (4 recovering)
53 Grunts with clubs
2 Grunts with Ash Hunting bows and 10 Hunting arrows between them.
1 Uruk with a common 2-hannded warhammer and a mail hauberk
100 Camp Followers
160 silver pieces
3,400 ration days of grain.
5 picks
7 Brigandines
Assorted mining tools for 7 dwarves
Are those grunts still recovering?
Order the Pick Snaga to hide in the fortress, sneak attacking whatever enemy they can. 25 Club snaga are ordered to travel in groups of 5 and scout for enemies. 5 Club Orcs apeice will be in command of the Club Snaga Groups. The rest of the Club Orcs will steal everything that isn't nailed down and bring it back to our camp, which is set up out of arrow range.
The rest of our group remains with the camp.
The grunts are still healing. Should be done by tomorrow!
The snaga run about the fortress with the enthusiasm of children with baseball bats. They are going to find the bad man, bonk him and eat him.
Enterprise: 3d6>=4f1!6 = (5 6 4 1, 2 successes) = 2
Coup D'oeil: 2d6>=4f1!6 = (3 3, 0 successes) = 0
The castle is mostly deserted. You find signs that a ranger has been living here alone. Like a hermit. Unsurprisingly, the armories and the vault where a treasury might be are empty.
You do however, find signs of old mining activities from the tunnel. There are still little piles of raw iron by the entrances. Some of the passages lead out, beyond the mountains into the wastes north of Ithillien. Others seem to go deeper into shafts that go down and down and down.
"If any of your stupid sods says it wos a wraith when 'e ain't even seen the filth ONE MORE TIME, I'll have 'em for dinner! Ya hear me, you idiots!?"
When I says to go do somfin' and don't spec-i-fy, that means I'm gonna go DO IT MYSELF YA GROT, BECAUSE THESE STUPID WEAKLINGS CAN'T HANDLE ANYFING 'EMSELVES.
Hem. Now, let's loot the shit outta this place. Move everyone into the fortress and make it our new camp.
Chieftian Egan
Power: 4
Enterprise: 0
Coup D'oeil: 0
Free xp: 5
Personal Items:
A bone club
bone armor
98/100 Orc Grunts armed with heavy flint spears and crude choppers
100 Camp Followers
300 Spare flint spears
100 remaining silver
625 Rations
You march in and claim the Lord's bedroom for yourself. To your dismay, you find an obscene number of books lying about, none of which you are able to read.
5 of Tric's snaga go missing. The patrols later find them with arrows in their back and their throats cut open.
The grunts search for the attacker, but beyond finding his camp and sleeping area, there is no sign of him.