Edwyn + Richard:
"Eh. There are humans around. Live in tribes far to the south in the savage lands. The greenskin armies sometimes bring them to battle against our empire if they cannot round up enough Orcish mutts."
He pauses for a second. "A human my age lived in town awhile ago. Her name was Janice and we were good friends. I think the only reason we got along was that she was too uneducated to make crass but correct assumptions about my parentage based on the color of my aura."
Suddenly Coony slams his fist into the wall and lets out an angry yet sorrowful roar. "Then that BITCH Mayta found out that Janice worshiped Skyclaw and had her tortured for a week and publicly hanged! Myval worshipers have less respect for you lot then they do the gods forsaken greenskins!"
Kriegaxt:
"Not another step creature! The God myval has chosen me as his champion, and you shall bring no harm to her while I draw breath. Unless you would incur my wrath, and the wrath of my friends, I suggest you speedily depart."
The cloaked figure turns to you. "Hold your tongue mutt! Do you even have any idea who you ar-"
Deciding that he is not leaving you whip out your pistol and take a shot at the figure...
Battle Round 1:[/color]
Your bullet sails through the air and catches the figure in the arm! He seems more shocked than harmed by your attack.
"What kind of sorcery was that Orc? No matter, It is no match for mine!"
The figure puts his hands together and conjures up a ball of dark energy which he hurls at your head. You duck to avoid the attack!
"If you would not become a slave to these people or worse, I would suggest you aid me as you can. I am not sure if I can overco-" you begin to beg Mayta for assistance and before you can even finish your sentence she complies by dropping to her knees and praying.
"Myval, I implore you bind our foe to an honorable style of combat under the penalty of pain!" As she speaks the ground around the figure begins to glow brightly, but nothing else seems to happen.
Battle Round 2[/color]
You wield your axe and charge the figure before you. You take a large hack at your foe, who easily evades by leaping straight over your head in an incredible display of acrobatics.
"You think you can beat me? I guess your kind realy is as stupid as they say." The figure chuckles as his hands begin to spark with an eerie yellow light. He reaches foward and taps you on the shoulder and you receive a violent electrical shock! (4 damage!)
Mayta holds one arm foward and pulls back the other as if imitating the fireing of a longbow. Without warning her entire Aura condenses into the shape of an arrow and launches forward, striking the intruder in the torso. The cloaked figure roars in pain as the arrow hits him!
Battle Round Three:
You raise your axe and take another hack at the figure before you. Your axe lands with a sicking thud and blood begins to flow from under your foe's cloak.
The cloaked figure drops to his knees. "You have defeated me, the bloodline will strike me down for my failure if you do not, So I might as well leave you a parting gift." The figure ceases speaking in tongues but you still understand him as he begins to recite a spell in the old arcane language in which you are well studied. "I call upon the dead of this crypt to rise up and strike down his descendant!"
As the stranger concludes his incantation a holy symbol of Myval etches itself on the ground below him and erupts into flames catching his cloak on fire!
"And that friend is why you should never behave dishonorably if I ask Myval to keep an eye on you." Mayta gloats before turning her gaze skywards and adressing the heavens. "Myval, I call upon you to deliver this... monster to the fate of all who choose to fight without honor." As soon as Mayta finishes speaking the stranger voids his bowels and falls over dead.
End Battle
Suddenly a skeletal form bursts from the sarcophagus set against the far wall. It is wielding a golden greatsword engraved with runes that bring a lump to your throat. The priestess speaks up and confirms what you already suspect. "Crap... grandpa... tread carefully that blade is specifically enchanted to cause extra suffering to all Greenskined people."
The Skeleton turns to your charge and seems to smirk. "Mayta... tonight you join your grandfather... IN DEATH!"
You see:
x1 Skeletal Champion
All Others:
"Stay back, or I'll shoot!" Juan calls out in the language of the halflings. The Coneshellmen lower their weapons slightly and burst into what sounds like it could be laughter.
The one wielding the trident speaks up and begins to lecture Juan in the strange and unintelligible tongue of moans and wails.
Suddenly Juan has an epiphany! These Coneshellmen must be like the slug men of South America; Fully capable of understanding civilized language, but incapable of speaking it due to a limited vocal range. The High Elf opens his mouth to explain but is interupted by his fellow Spaniard Ochita, who seems to have come to the same conclusion.
"They can't respond. They understand us, but are physiologically incapable of speaking like us. Umm... how do we proceed?"
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