Session 8: A Pitched Shadow

General Summary

The rest party sat on the edge of their seats as Dormaruk had walked over to the table where he had seen the orc Flynn. He now stood face to face with the orc, backed up by his former crewmates from the Burning Sail. It did not take long for the fight to break out. But no weapons were drawn. As punches began to fly, Kazagal and Frances could not resist joining in. Whilst Dormaruk took on Flynn and two other orcs at the same time, Kazagal along with is creation Timmy masterfully dashed around the fight, helped the tiefling take down one of the orcs, and then efficiently, and it may be said masterfully, took down another two of the orcs. Frances on the other hand calmly walked into the fray, took down an orc with one punch, broke another leg as he tried to kick her, and then beat down yet one more, like the walking tank that she is. In the end, it was only Flynn left standing of the orcs, and he was Dormaruks. The others gathered in a circle around them. It was a long exchange of blows, but the raging minotaur barely felt a thing through his boiling fury. 
Whilst all of this was going on Nakor had used his magic to turn himself invisible. He then walked over to the now-empty bar and began to drink from the beer tap. When the fight had boiled down to a duel between Dormaruk and Flynn, Kazagal had a look around and noticed that Nakor was missing. The goliath panicked and began to frantically look for him. With his immense and almost unnatural focus. He noticed that the beer tap, which hadn't been used since the fight had begun, was mysteriously dripping. He marched over in search of the short man but found the bar empty. Nakor had picked up a keg and had managed to sneak around the room in the cover of the tavern brawl. The worried Kazagal ran across the room in search of the man, who suddenly appeared behind him. 
Meanwhile, Dormaruk had managed to wear down the orc, who still refused to yield. But when he realized that there was no escape, he pulled out a potion and chugged it down. He then mystically vanished. Dormaruk jumped at the air in front of him to try and catch him but found nothing but air. The others began to celebrate their victory and as Dormaruk was congratulated by his mate Jörthur, he heard the door open and slam shut. Flynn was gone. Dormaruk walked over to the only conscious orc, the one with a broken leg. He tried to interrogate him, but the orc only spoke his racial tongue. Luckily the new first mate of the Burning Sails was a half-orc. With the help of the translater, he managed to find out that the other orcs had only just met Flynn when he had entered the tavern that night. They had enjoyed his boastful tales from the sea but had now lost all respect for him as he had fled the fight. Dormaruk along with the Vanaran Brad left the tavern and walked out into the harbour. The others helped the orcs up, bought them drinks and made amends. 
Out on the harbour, Dormaruk and Brad managed to spot the Pitched Wankeron at the southern end of the harbour. They also managed to see that the crew were currently loading some cargo on their ship. Dormaruk decided not to engage, but rather regroup with his party members. They went back to the tavern and had a few drinks before Dormaruk decided to go to bed. The crew of the Burning Sails went back to their ship soon after. The rest of the party followed suit soon thereafter. Frances got annoyed with the fact that Monsieur Rapopoux never showed up. 
The next day the party gathered downstairs to eat breakfast. Nakor went to check for the Pitched Wanker only to find that it was now gone. Dormaruk, frustrated by this fact, left to investigate the sight. There he found himself haggling with a crook for information. He was pointed to a locked warehouse that the Pitched Wanker had carried supplies to and from. With this information, he went back to the tavern, just before Monsieur Rapopoux showed up in preparation for their meeting with the king. He told Frances that the only safe way for them to free Frances unit from the king's service was to make him end the deal. The only other option was for the sergeant to state that he found the employer unfit to command. Something that was akin to suicide. 
Three folksguard then came through the tavern door and asked the party to follow them to the castle. The group marched through the city and passed the Folksguard HQ, before entering the courtyard of the massive structure that was The Moonlit Keep. The beautiful castle, which was topped with a giant statue of Desna, was roughly the size of the deep market. They were all led inside and as they approached the throneroom, Frances saw the first of the White Sentinels, a man from her unit. He gave her a surprised, but happy, subtle nod. They were led into the giant throne room, topped with an Indigo glass ceiling, from which jests of blue light illuminated the large intricate throne on which they saw the young king, with a silver crown resting on his dark brown hair. He was sitting crookedly on the throne and playing with the end of his right armrest. When he looked at the party he gave them a surprised look before asking:

Nakor?

Campaign

The Oceans Call

Protagonists

Nakor

Kazagal Headsmasher

()

8 / 8 HP

STR

DEX

CON

INT

WIS

CHA

Dormaruk Stonehoof

Chaotic Good Minotaur ()
Barbarian 5

28 / 28 HP

STR

DEX

CON

INT

WIS

CHA

Player Journals

A Really Disrespectful Brawl by Dormaruk Stonehoof

Report Date

06 Sep 2021

Primary Location

Zarastil