MANEATER EPISODE II: Rotten Meat

Its warm. That's your first thought as your eyes crack open to the harsh sunlight of the morning. You can hear town of korpeil is in full swing outside. The market stands ready to face the onslaught of customers and theifs. You remember that you and the lads after a successful mission bunkered down at the trolls head inn for a meal and well deserved rest.

What do you do?

I decide to look around town. I take note of what I see and and then sit down and eat an apple. Whole.
I go find Ruckus but remember thedering him to an Ogre beastmaster ranch nearby, so I decide to talk to people. Most turned away from me except for one person.

Drok sits alone, his back against a wall as allways. Seemingly cleaning one of his Repeater Crossbows, but his dark sharp eyes flicker up from under his heavy hood every few moments, keeping a thorough look on everybody in the room. His mind thinks back to other times.

Can't believe it myself really, but I miss the old gang. Sure, most of 'em were dumb brutes, but they got to me none the less. Hell, I even mis old Two-Saw and he's the dumbest Ogre I ever met!

He looks in the direction of this new group he just teamed up with. An unimpressed sneer forming under his hood.

Yeah, they look impressive, big and bold, as all Ogres do, well, except me maybe. But how will they handle under pressure? Will they be as fierce as Dayne or as cunning as Long Drong? I doubt it.

The old ranger snapped the last pieces of his repeater crossbow together and put it in its holder, taking out his Druchii Draich and an oilcloth and shrugs to himself as he starts cleaning the blade.

Who knows, one day we might meet again, but for now this young lot is what I'm supposed to work with. they look dumb and clueless, but they seem strong, so who knows, this might even work out.

As a serving wench passes his table his wrist suddenly twists and the long Draich swoops in her path, stopping mere inchess from her throat. Not bothering to look at her he speaks:

"Bring me a drink! Something strong......And be quick about it!"

With that the Draich swings back and he continues to clean it with the oilcloth.

Bullgruf walks over and sits next to Drok and bellows at the waitress "OI! WADDA BOUT ME! GIMME A DRINK!!" Slamming the table roughly (but infact he just tapped his fingers). The waitress runs over and gives him some Dragon Blood Drink.
"Oi Drok. These oomies ain't bad ya know? Theys squishy but they can treat an ogre right. I remember-" and Bullgruf began to ramble on about how he was captivated by a ranch working woman who fainted anytime she saw him. "So wotts yer story? I was wonderin cause you seem... differnt but interestun."

A loud voice bellows from the top of the stairs.

"THEEEEEEEEEE HALFLING WENT DOWN TO MARKET! SAAAAAAW A TRINKET AND TRIED TO MARK IT! THEEEE JEWLER   TOOK A HACHET! NOW THE HALFLINGS LOST TWO FINGEERS! AND TWO TOES TOES TO MATCH IT!"

"EVERYONE!" A large framiliar from descends down the stairs.

"NOOOOW He-- he-- by the maw..... DROK!?" exclaims a very surprised Gilt BackCracker Giant Breaker.

As the huge Ogre named Bullgruff walks up to him Drok looks in his direction.

He is not trying to get social with me will he?

When Bullgruf sits down next to him Drok contemplates immidiately standing up and go outside, but the simpleton allready began his storytelling so Drok just sits there, pressing his fingers to his face, messaging his temples as if that could block out the bellows of his fellow Ogre.

Great....Next he'll want me to share in allso..

And so Bullgruf did. As he asks what Droks story is the much smaller Ogre looks up at him and is about to tell him to do some very unpleasent stuff to his often mentioned Stonehorn as he sees the familiar form of Gilt decending the stairs.

It can't be...

Droks mouth forms into a small grin, but it as much merryment as has ever shown on his features as he looks at the big Ogre coming down the steps.

"Gilt? That really you, ye big, fat, good for nothin', lying, stinkin', sweatin', son of a Gnoblar whore???"

Gilt stands for a moment staring. In a sudden action he bulls rushes across the room knocking over chairs and tables and a couple of people along with them. and sweeps Drok into a large bear hug.

" YOU GLORIOUS BASTARD! YOU DID SURVIVE THE WOOD ELF ATTACK HAR HAR !!! GOOD TA SEE YAH LAD!"

setting you down on the floor roughly he turns around and bellows again rining your ears from the volume output.

"NEXT ROUND ON ME FOR THE ENTIRE HOUSE!"

cheers erupt throughout the bar.

"Now... what have ye been up to lad."


ooc: Gilts appearance has changed.  He now wears a cape of griffon feathers and a small easeant cap on his head. His gut plate is still the same with the giant head hanging off it. His weapon is a simple irongut club. His pants still look like poofy empire pants.

Bullgruf stands and walks over, making the building tremble as he does. "Hallo dare pal, I'm Bullgruf. Ive eard bout you! But neva net ya! Put er dare!" extending his MASSIVE hand forward.
"OI! WAITRESS! GIMME ANUTHA WAN! AND WAN FOR ME FRIEND HERE TOO! WES AVE ISNESS TA TALK ABOUT!"
"These squishies eh? So, you guys know each ether I suspect? If yes dont mind, but will ya fill me in?"

Drok lets the old oaf grab him from the floor and is surprised that he actually is glad to see Gilt. as he searhes for words Bullgruf allready introduces himself and as he wrestles from Gilts grip he looks up at the two.

Never thought I'd met an Ogre as big as Gilt again, but they seem equally built actually

Focussing on Gilt again he remarks:

"Whats with the new clothes...............You were ugly enough before!"

Gilt shakes the hand heartily looking up at the massie ogre. "Oik! your a right big 'un! Yeah me and Drok know each other! we worked together in brettonia! A rebellion against their wet wench of a goddess. It..." Gilts eyes filled with genuine sadness "didn't go well... I had more lads with me ... Long dong.... Dayne.... I don't know if dey ever made it..." Gilt lowers his head and brings it back up a wan smile on his face " what bidness did ya have in mind?" 

He goes over by drok and sits down.

"And dese clothes?" got them from battling some high elf loonies! oh you shoulda been dere! Dere horses were nuffin! And dere prince was a right git! I ate him and his pet griffion. Took this as a trophy." He points to the cape and a beak hanging off his belt.

Drok smiles another rare smile as Gilt speaks of his encounter with the Elves. Pointing at the numerous Elven Gear he himself wears he says:

"Your not trying to look like me are ye? There's only one Drok Elfeater this side of the Maw and I'm not sharing my reputation!"

"Are ye kidding?" he streches the brim of his pants and releases them with a lound snap "Empire style is where its at lad."

"What are you doing here anyway?" he looked questioningly

Drok answers in good nature:

"Well, although it is hard to admit for me, I kind off missed ye. So I went about trying to find someone as big, ugly and dumb as you, and guess what....I found him!"

With that he points at Bullgruf.

"Mostly Im just wundering why dere are a bunch of ogres in one place...." he purses his lips and taps his chin "It means dat someting bad for the da little 'uns is gonna 'appen..."

Droghbarr walks down the stairs trying not to break any of them and holding his head in his hand...

I might have outdone meself last night with tha special brew of tha damn barman...

As he reaches the bottom of the stairs he looks up and notices a bunch of other ogres, none of them part of his normal crew of mercenary ogres.  Taking a moment to collect his thoughts Droghbarr finds himself unable to remember how he ended up in this place with this bunch of misfits and his own crew nowhere to find...

Ah ballz!  I hope them buncha gitz didn't go and get themselves killed.  I aint got time to build a new tribe!

"OI!!  Someone tellz me whut da hell Im doin here!!!"

Following Gilts question, "Hur hur! Dat waitress a'ready knows. Doncha luv?" Laughing as he sees her block her ears and turn red.
Bullgruf smiles at Drok's remark, but quickly understands his impliments.
"I eard yous was a maneater like us. I was wondrin, are u hired aswell?"
Bullgruf notices Droghbarr come down de stairs and barrels forward at him at full speed.
"OI YOU!" and slams into him. Pulling him up he notices he might have overdone it a bit but Dronghbar was okay. "You wuldn't let me play tag when we were welps of lads! But dats behind us now! Put er dare... MY FRIEND!" Bearhugging him.
"Come! Come! OI LOVE! ANUTHA WAN!"

Drok looks up as Droghbarr enters the room.

Didn't think this one would get up so soon after the amount of drink he consumed. Hell, I'm surprised he even survived. Gotta remember that..

He then puts a hand on Gilts shoulder and speaks up:

"Droghbarr, this is Gilt, an old friend of mine, we share......history"

At that moment Bullgruf makes his move and his introduction seems a bit wasted. Drok simply shakes his head and falls silent as they wrestle it out.

"Da hellz you think ya doin ya gnob loving gretch!"  Droghbarr screams at Bullgruf before remembering he isn't a part of Droghbarr's original crew.

Ah Ballz, I'ze got ta keep it civilinisized with this lot fer now...

"I mean... HUZAH! Bullgraf! It's been ta long ma frend!"  Do uz a favour and tell me whut da hellz iz we doin here.  We were hired?"

Droghbarr could already see how he made promises last night he can't remember this morning.
Droghbarr ya gnob lovin ediot!  Ya gotta stop talkin while drinkin...

"Hey Drok! What War did ya get yer blades? Cus I remember fighting someone on the same side as the fellas daggers you have ther" "Hey Gilt, yer big, but I'm bigga! Lets av an arm wrestle! Droghbar ere is a little sore so ee ain't doin much!"
"Droghbar, doncha remember? Ya gave yer services to us last night after you lost da fartin tourney! Dat oomie was uuge though, you'se gettin paid an all, but maybe it was all dat drink! Here ave a nuther wan. WAITRESS!" Instinctively she hurried over with the same drink. Embarressed as she passed a man.
That man was no other than Arthur Dave Jameson, questing captain of the 44th Empire Regiment platoon. He was decommisioned due to using demigryphs to pull artillery, a job not for majestic creatures. And he had a crush on her.
He walked over to Bullgruf. "I, Captain Arthur Dave Jameson challenge thee beast to a duel for the love of the lovely maiden Aisling Simirite. What does the ogre say?"
"Well lads do I crush em?" (Oh, yeah I can't. Just be thrown into jail.) "Fine huumy!" And Bullgruf punched him. The captain was flung like a ragdoll to the other side of the room. His whole body was bruised and battered but he was breathing.
"An da girl came on to me! Spiked me drink with Cryzzian Blood. An we all know what happened next. Keep her. I'm busy"
Bullgruf strolled back to the lads noticing the waitress was shocked with both embarressment and surprise. She thought (He's smarter then we thought.)

"I still need tae wrap me 'ead around dis..." gilt rubbed is temples.

"Seems da stupid wan is the ogre wif da plan! Hur hur!"

Dispite not knowing any of these ogres, Droghbarr was already starting to like them.

"A Fartin Tourny?  Aye, tha soundz abou rite.  I'ze always thought I was better at that than I really was when I'ze climbed into da drink!  But 'ol Droghbarr is alwayz good fer his word so I suppose I'll stick around fer now."

"OI! Barkeep!  Give uz an ale or two so Iz can get ma mindz together!  None of tha special brew of yours mind ya!"

Droghbarr started gulping down his ale and chuckled as Bullgruf beat the Empire captain across the room.

How da hell did deze 'umies get dis huge piece of land while being as squishy as they are...

" would you 'append tab know why weze here? ...Droghbar?" Gilt asks hopefully taking a drink of cider from his mug.

Drok replies to Bullgruf.

"It is not a dagger! It is a Draich, the weapon of an executioner of the temple of Khaine of the Druchii. I've traveled among them for years, hired of here and there. I hunt Elves of any kind and those Druchii allways have other Druchii they want dead so I made a good living there.....before it all went to hell offcourse. Got my butt out of Naggaroth when I pissed some Drachau off."

He then takes out his other handweapon, a high Elven white lion axe and holds it up for Bullgruf to see.

"After that I started hunting High Elves in their colonies. Took this from some hunter Elf they sent after me."

"They neva sent wan afta me. Cause they was none left hur hur!" "Don't tell yer draichimajiggy buds but I took a pi% in their bowl fingy!"

Drok laughs.

"Good joke Bullgruf! You'll never get close to their Cauldrons for real though. Those Temples a guarded better then the Empires Castle and those Elves that do have a taste for blood that is only matched by their skill!"

"Nuh uhn! I was hired to lift it from the alfer fingy to da temple but I had to go so I just let it all go! They thought it was hydra blood er somefing and uh... well the next part was disgustin ta watch hur hur!"

"Right lads! I'm recked so, I'm off ta bed! G'night." Bullgruf sais as he stumbles off upstairs.
Before he could however, the waitress stood by the doorway and said to him, "And where do you think your going? Incase you forgot, theire's a half dead captain here an' I am NOT TOUCHING HIM!"
"Fine den, don't" Bullgruf said, nudging her out of the doorway. Alas, she persists.
"You don't fool me. You're not dim-witted at all! Only someone of high intellect could tell I spiked your drink! Didn't know ogres got 'rough' when they drunk it."
"Kerp talkin' cus yer puttin me to sleep faster"
"Wait till I have the gaurds here! You'l be nought more than meat! Goodnight!" and she stormed off.
Bullgruf clambered into his bed. He began to wonder about things. 'Why am I here?' 'Is Ruckus Okay?' 'Whats up with Drok?'
Bullgruf went to sleep. But he felt something.
Something...
Coming

As the merriment continues the door :to the inn soaks wide open. A man stumbles in his right arm gone torn roughly from its socket.

" HELP! HELP! NO NOT THEM! Pl-please anyone! THEY'RE COMING! NO! YOU MUST FLEE!! FLEE THEY HUNGER !! FOR YOUR HEARTS YOUR FLESH AND NOOOOOO! S-SPARE MEEE!!!"



the man collapses in a gibbering pile of blood tears and sheer madness.

The bar falls silent and stares at the broken man.



"Bloody hell..." whispers Gilt

Bullgruf awakes and slips down the stairs, breaking lots in the process, but unphased by it.
"What de bloody hell? Wat was all that about? E's pretty urt, sumun calm him down! AND TUTS! GIMME A CIDER! Something light."

"Blood an ashes it's about time fer a propa fight!  All this drinkin and headaches have been making me soft!"

Droghbarr rises from his seat, runs upstairs and a few moments later emerges carrying his weapon that looked like a spear with a blade on the end almost like a sword. (a naginata kind of weapon http://www.karatemart.com/images/products/main/black-bladed-carved-dragon-naginata-1042362.jpg )

"Ok, I got ma ashandarei and it's about time ta kick in some hedz!"  Droghbarr screamed as he ran for the door...

As everyone starts moving Drok looks at his old friend Gilt and says:

"I'll take position upstairs and cover you down below. Get out there and start bashing stuff ok?"

He then spins round and with surprising agiility for an Ogre he sprints up the stairs to the first floor, kicking in the door to a room on the frontside of the in and without bothering if anyone is in there he runs to the window while he takes his repeater crossbows out and loads them. At the window he bashes the glass out with the back of a crossbow and peers outside, scanning the streets below for anything out of the ordinairy.

(ooc: what do I see?)

Bullgruf readies his fighting stance, thought to him by the great Orc Warboss Git-Clobba. He readies his warhammer and it's runes began to glow and hum with greqt power. He takes position by the bar, allowing the waitress to grab on to his thigh. 'Bout time I's gets to clubbin some faces. Dqt captain eas nufin'
Bullgruf begins to worry about Ruckus, 'Nah, ell be fine. I be more worried for wat attacks Him! Hur hur' But just in case he takes out his whistle. But he does not blow. "When da time is right. When da time is right."

"Righ! I'm f@#%&! bored of waitin! Im gonna go out and clob em all! Oos wif me?" Bullgruf yells.
(Just to break the long pause between posts)

"Let's go make some ruckus Bullgruf!"  Droghbarr yells running beside Bullgruf towards the door and kicking it out of it's frame amd charging outside.

Bullgruf bursts out and sees what the man was on about.
"Taste like sh*t dey do! Come on Droghbarr! We's gonna ave a party today!" Bullgruf roars and sends a few people flying.
"An dare I thought I wus gonna ave a nice meal!"
(I'l wait for the GM before I do anything)

Gutspit opens his eyes, not sure whether the yelling he was hearing was due to a drinking contest or something worse.  If I go back to sleep I'll just have that dream again.  Damn Mathias and his crazy hunts. Getting out of bed, he hears the front door shatter and the bellowing of several other ogres. What were their name's? Eh, I'll figure it out later. Grabbing Witch Hunter he heads to the open window to see what all the noise was for.  The sight caused Gutspit to stop in recognition and then utter an angry curse.  Anger and hesitation were quickly replaced by a discipline hammered into him from years of fighting far more fearsome opponents. Gutspit takes aim at the biggest of the group and firers.

Bruft awakes from his sleep look aroubd at the mess that he and two female ogre have done to his room and yells. Yaaaaaaaa im late to meet the guys. And runs off forgeting his sword and running back for it.

Sorry guys just moved and the internet is not up yet but soon

Ironside buddy! Get out 'ere an give us a and dealing wif these...
(What are we dealing with?)

OI! I'm so sorry. I have been busy for days! Gods I don't want this ti die like the last so I'll post when I can.

I am a failiure at this...

Don't feel bad.  My first RPG adventure had me calling 3 bluff checks during the introduction and then suggesting that our 6 man party immediately split up. 

i say lets go hunting ogres we need lots of meat for ower big adventure