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[Dwarmin]

Edit for kweshun: How are we bound, exactly?

Hands are tied behind you, and your feet are tied together. Given enough time unwatched, you feel you could Houdini your way out.

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Pressing Tide makes an apt point, and Darain translates. Half of the Ogres nod in agreement, and the other half roar in anger. That seem to have gotten them all madder than ever now, at the point of coming to blows. There's a difference between the two groups-most of the Ogres that are on your side are dressed in hunters pelts and pond grabber loincloths, and wield short blades and bows. The Ogres arguing against you wear thick leather armor, and carry large axes and hammers.

Darain hums.

"Some of them are picking up on that...oh, that's uncalled for. Sers, with the deaths of both a Thane and their Lead Hunter in one day, it seems a sort of power vacuum has been created. The Warriors and Hunters both compete for power in the tribe, and only the balance of strength has kept them from civil war. "

The Ogres continue to pound their chests and yell, as they reach the village and dump the Kai and Thogga on the ground near the center of the village, next to a giant boiling pot. The Spider-Elf is taken away to a different part of the village.

The Kai watch as an older Ogre, covered in runic tattoos, comes up and attempts to defuse the situation. The Ogres calm down somewhat.

"They are calling him a Shaman. Apparently they try to keep the peace between the two groups."

The Runed Ogre walks over to the Kai and asks them a question. Darain relates it back to them.

"He says they are willing to let you free, but the Warriors are insisting on Trial by Combat, with the Stone-Dwarf alone, and not the others. If the Dwarf falls in combat, the rest of your lives are forfeit. He's asking if you agree. He said a little quieter that if you can show the arrogant warriors a lesson and restore order to the Tribe, you will have his gratitude."

As he talks, the Ogres begin to stoke the fire under the pot. One of them wanders by and throws salt on Sheltering Leaves, and a drooling, mostly toothless Ogre child begins nibbling on Blade Singers shoulder.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Leaves considered the statement. "Are we allowed to equip him however we wish before he fights?" he asked. If so, he would give him the lamellar armor in exchange for one of the iron shirts, give him his ring back, and let him get what he wanted from War Wind's equipment; maybe he could use some of it.

[Dwarmin]

This seems to provoke another argument.

Darain rumbles.

"The warriors grudgingly agree that the Stone-Dwarf should fight with weapons and armor. Technically, they can't take or withhold any of your equipment while your still alive. Which I suspect, is the real reason some of the Warriors want you in the cookpot, so they can claim your possessions as war loot.

They're also asking if the Orc is considered part of the, er 'Kai Tribe', which is how they are referring to you. He's clanless and has no Tribal protection of any sort."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"If it offers him some measure of protection I'll claim him as one of us," Leaves said. Greedy Ogres. Damn them. I'm not going in the pot whether Molten Heart wins or loses. "Tell them to untie us, then. I want to give him this armor and I can't take it off bound like this. I promise I won't take a weapon." I don't need one, after all...

[Dwarmin]

((OOC: Adwarf has 24 hours from now to claim his spot, and I've PM'ed him. Talarion is free to pray he has a power outage or something.  ))

[adwarf]

I am in 
Get caught up with whats going on

[Krath]

Blade Singer slowly turns to the Ogre child nomming on his shoulder, then faces forward again.

"I hate ogres."

[Taricus]

Ogre child: Keep eating Blade singer

[Krath]

I dislike you.

[Taricus]

Could be worse >:3

[adwarf]

I have no idea where I am at.

[Dwarmin]

I am in 
Get caught up with whats going on

Here you go!

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Silver Tree was at that moment, overlooking the Ogre Camp from atop the cap of a tall mushroom. His wolf was keeping watch at the base of the shroom, but remaining hidden. Seems all the Kai Warriors had gotten themselves captured.

It was a bad turn of events, to be sure.

Silver Tree had been part of the group of Ten other Kai that had gone to investigate Veyar itself. There was many undead...despite their losses, they pierced the city center and destroyed the abomination within. What they recovered from it, was a plain looking black Orb, engraved with the words of the Grey Cloaks-which read "I AM THE 4th KEY". Their natural inclination was to head to the Keening Willow Cemetary, but by then, only Silver Tree was still able to stand and fight. Leaving the wounded behind, he took the Orb and began his descent. He was only an hour behind the Kai, at most, and fell for the Trap Masters puzzle as they did. When he spotted them making their way to the crossroads from the top of the cliff, he followed them at a distance, also being caught in the same icy explosion they were. He recovered a bit quicker, and found the Kai being hauled away, so he began to shadow the Ogres and form a plan of his own.

[adwarf]

Silver Tree pulled the bow off of his back, and notched an arrow on it as he climbed down to the base, and turned to face his wolf companion. "Alucard stay close, and be quite my friend, but warn me if we are found." he said as he began to sneak towards the village. His plan was to draw the ogres attention while, and buy the others sometime to get loose.

Sneak closer to the village, but stay hidden.

((That good?))

[Dwarmin]

OOC: Yeah, bold your actions and your fine.

[IronyOwl]

"What does 'Tribal Protection' entail? Also, request that they not harm the spider-elf, as I consider him war spoils."