p.richard
Scholar
Bones enters the edge of your dream once more, much like he has for the past 3 weeks. He seems troubled as if something that was said has struck him to the core. He speaks out to any that would listen. His voice a sign of caution and unease.
"Bones does not like what he has heard. Bones told you he would find out more about these Vilker and Bones keeps his word. Bones has been talking to the elders of the Gnarltusk and they have explained much to this High Orc. As you all know Bones has been helping the Gnarltusk get ready for the winter. Bones has looked for ways to make himself useful to these Ogres and Bones believes he has gained their trust."
The middle-aged High Orcs manifests a campfire setting. One that looks comforting; warm and welcoming. Around the fire you see images of Ogres debating on whether or not to reveal their secrets. One of them, a rare Ogre-Mage who calls himself Ek'tor, speaks up...
"The Vilker are not beloved by the Gnarltusk. Their tendency towards necromancy infuriates us to no end! And their bold moves to entrap the forests with high explosives is cause for alarm. They came from deep in the woods when the snows melted last year. I feel that perhaps something chased them out? Regardless, many came... mean... vicious. And what is worse, they brought the Skarill with them! A nasty goblin tribe... one that we give wide berth."
The image of the campfire vanishes and a site of nasty little goblins and hobgoblins can be seen, boldly raiding smaller tribes of goblins. Their ilk being tortured and killed right before your eyes. The voice of Ek'tor continues.
"That was when we learned they were slaughtering the smaller goblin tribes. It was simple at first... a dead goblin here or there isn't much to call out an alarm. But when we found remnants of entire tribes wiped out? When allies to this clan vanished without a thought? Even the Sneaky Guyz tribe of goblins! Their fate was much worse. Submit to the Vilker or be put to the sword..."
The image fades once more, back to Bones. He is squatting before the campfire, warming his hands as if he is reliving the moments within the dream.
"Bones spoke to Nogra, the High Ogre Chieftain of the Gnarltusk. The entire clan doesn't know anything about the hobgoblin who calls himself Sark. But what troubles this High Orc, is that this vile creature is responsible for the destruction of Acarthian property! We all know about the tower that blew up about a month ago. It was Sark that wished to see the Acarthian reservoir destroyed. It was Sark that has been setting up explosive traps in the woods and in the city! It was Sark that destroyed the Tower! It is Sark that is a danger to us all!"
Bones lets out a scream into the dream. One of frustration and anger. You see the veins bulging on the side of his neck. He clenches his fists; pumping them over and over again in anticipation for battle. His skin begins to glow red, like molten lava bursting through the crust of Fortannis.
"Bones knows Hobgoblins. They are weak. They are like goblins, yet they are smart. They plan. They are strategic. And they will stop at nothing to gain whatever their selfish hearts desire. If they desire our destruction, then they will plan for months on how to overcome us. What is worse, is the story we saw at the Theater of the Dead. What was that red orb that Sark consumed? How was Sark able to RIFT out of the Vysen moot? Bones does not know... but Bones does know this. Any enemy of the Acarthia and of the Gnarltusk is an enemy of Bones. Bones will not rest until the permanent shrunken head of Sark adorns this High Orc's belt. This, Thousand Bones, Chieftain of the Bleeding Eye... swears..."
With that, the fiery image of the High Orc you know as Thousand Bones diminishes and fades into the shadows of the dream.
"Bones does not like what he has heard. Bones told you he would find out more about these Vilker and Bones keeps his word. Bones has been talking to the elders of the Gnarltusk and they have explained much to this High Orc. As you all know Bones has been helping the Gnarltusk get ready for the winter. Bones has looked for ways to make himself useful to these Ogres and Bones believes he has gained their trust."
The middle-aged High Orcs manifests a campfire setting. One that looks comforting; warm and welcoming. Around the fire you see images of Ogres debating on whether or not to reveal their secrets. One of them, a rare Ogre-Mage who calls himself Ek'tor, speaks up...
"The Vilker are not beloved by the Gnarltusk. Their tendency towards necromancy infuriates us to no end! And their bold moves to entrap the forests with high explosives is cause for alarm. They came from deep in the woods when the snows melted last year. I feel that perhaps something chased them out? Regardless, many came... mean... vicious. And what is worse, they brought the Skarill with them! A nasty goblin tribe... one that we give wide berth."
The image of the campfire vanishes and a site of nasty little goblins and hobgoblins can be seen, boldly raiding smaller tribes of goblins. Their ilk being tortured and killed right before your eyes. The voice of Ek'tor continues.
"That was when we learned they were slaughtering the smaller goblin tribes. It was simple at first... a dead goblin here or there isn't much to call out an alarm. But when we found remnants of entire tribes wiped out? When allies to this clan vanished without a thought? Even the Sneaky Guyz tribe of goblins! Their fate was much worse. Submit to the Vilker or be put to the sword..."
The image fades once more, back to Bones. He is squatting before the campfire, warming his hands as if he is reliving the moments within the dream.
"Bones spoke to Nogra, the High Ogre Chieftain of the Gnarltusk. The entire clan doesn't know anything about the hobgoblin who calls himself Sark. But what troubles this High Orc, is that this vile creature is responsible for the destruction of Acarthian property! We all know about the tower that blew up about a month ago. It was Sark that wished to see the Acarthian reservoir destroyed. It was Sark that has been setting up explosive traps in the woods and in the city! It was Sark that destroyed the Tower! It is Sark that is a danger to us all!"
Bones lets out a scream into the dream. One of frustration and anger. You see the veins bulging on the side of his neck. He clenches his fists; pumping them over and over again in anticipation for battle. His skin begins to glow red, like molten lava bursting through the crust of Fortannis.
"Bones knows Hobgoblins. They are weak. They are like goblins, yet they are smart. They plan. They are strategic. And they will stop at nothing to gain whatever their selfish hearts desire. If they desire our destruction, then they will plan for months on how to overcome us. What is worse, is the story we saw at the Theater of the Dead. What was that red orb that Sark consumed? How was Sark able to RIFT out of the Vysen moot? Bones does not know... but Bones does know this. Any enemy of the Acarthia and of the Gnarltusk is an enemy of Bones. Bones will not rest until the permanent shrunken head of Sark adorns this High Orc's belt. This, Thousand Bones, Chieftain of the Bleeding Eye... swears..."
With that, the fiery image of the High Orc you know as Thousand Bones diminishes and fades into the shadows of the dream.
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