Sunday, 29 September 2019

Back to Black

“What kind of fuckery is this?”
Whinhose charges back along the pitch black tunnel with the other warrior elites, panic thundering in his heart. 
The adventures had tricked them!
He had semi-trusted them and in return they had lied!
Were the other orc warriors they left in the skull cave-in cavern still alive?
Was the dragon skull still in one piece?
Would his remaining fourteen axe brother, orc warriors be enough to exact revenge?
The tunnel finally opens out into the brightly lit cavern. 
Thereanthor’s huge skull is intact but down on the floor and standing atop it is the big, bearded, armoured human they called Marlon, Dwarven war-hammer in hand.
Wait… Not just big. Massive!
He’s somehow grown to the size of an ogre!
Scattered around the, still intact, skull, lie the dead bodies of all his orc comrades: The warrior elites. The sworn guardians of the skull, their axes still in their hands.
Slaughtered by the humans!
Betrayed!
They’d left two of the adventurers; the human witch and Elven trickster miles back in the tunnel. They could be dealt with later. 
Of the others; one of the Clerics is standing far back near the opposite, rubble strewn wall. while the other, armoured one and the young Barbarian are somehow floating high above them in the air. The weird stick golem is nowhere to be seen.
“Death to the humans!” Whinhose finds himself roaring as they all surge forward.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, the massive human raises his War-hammer, in both hands, high above his head, and swings it down directly onto the skull.
Lightning erupts from the skull, engulfing the giant human and sending arcs of electricity into all within thirty feet.
The pain is incredible!
Still, they have sworn to protect the skull. A blood vow to Obdurate; chief amongst chiefs. 
Despite their burns and squinting through the flare, they rush forward to, what they now all know to be, certain death.

After both battles are done, the party search the thirty-odd orc bodies. Their equipment is of good quality but not valuable enough to warrant keeping. Some do have some unused potions and all have coin purses.


15 Potions of Bull’s strength
Money: 271gp, 367sp, 693cp

Plus the magical equipment you gave them from the Death-worshippers etc.


A suit of Leather armour
2 x Two-handed Scythes

A suit of Studded Leather armour
4 x Two-handed Miner's Picks

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