Arrival

[Blawharag 277]

<Blawharag approaches Jutra's home and begins shouting at the door>

Oye! Am dat shara flat yed? Iv nub, send hym owt eer su uz kan fix da situayshun.

<chuckles to himself as he thinks about the human, wondering if the human will remember the lessons from last time or if he will just end up in a heap at Jutra's door again>

Iv me bothur tu bryng hym tu da door diz tik...

[Alex_Pan 112]

Marcus sighs, frustrated and exhausted, but puts on a see-through smile when he notices Jutra. "Peep what we klomped!" He had already wiped his clean blade over the dead bird to bloody it up. He pats the hilt of his sword, with an air of accomplishment. He turns, only to notice Blawharag at the front of the den. He quickly turns to Jutra, and blurts out in a panic, "Me am healed but tired from all da hunting! Me gonna go sleep now... Uh.. Hosh night!" Marcus jets off and slips into the den.

((By the way, I'd hang out in the Den but I can't open the door))

[Jutra 51]

Jutra watches Mar-cus literally run to the back of her burrow and sighs. Finished with the current carcus on her counter she retieves the next one and start her skinning routine. She moving her gaze to Blawharag and slowly shakes her head, compiling a list mentally of which items in the burrow she can take with her when she's exiled.

She thinks to herself "Sumash beddur blah to oya houze guest how diz post to gu or da whole orc nation will be reduced to eating raw meatz early, mid, and after light."

[Blawharag 277]

Dyd me eer hym blah hym wuz tired? Bubhosh. Dat gyvez uz da nexd lezzun tu lurn hym. Orcz nub sleeb, dem juzd fauth en wayt...

<Blawharag stalks through the burrow to retrieve Marcus.>

Uz kan du diz da hurd wai ur uz kan du diz da hurdur wai, shara! Pleez pik da hurdur wai, me need sum moar zult praktiz.

[Alex_Pan 112]

Gets up, nodding, and follows Blawharag out of the den. His eyes are batting, his legs are being dragged across the floor, and his head is swaying from side to side. He furrows at his rashed skin. Puss and blood pour out of the broken cysts, but he simply wipes it aside - perhaps not realizing what he's done. He twitches slightly as he turns a corner, reacting to some sort of presence.

[Jutra 51]

Jutra watches Blawharag drag Mar-cus out of her burrow, leaving traces of blood and ..other stuff on her floor. She sighs and turns her attention back to her skinning, hoping Mar-cus either survives this next session or gets flatten quickly to end his suffering.

[Blawharag 277]

<Blawharag studies the tired and exhausted Marcus briefly before coming to a conclusion.>

Lat am exhaust'd. Hosh. Dat meenz lat am nub bettur den kubby ryte nuw. Su nuw am bubhosh tik tu lurn tu wulk. Un da far syde uv diz dezurt, at da coast tu da eezt, me hav left ash flag. Lat am gunna wulk owt der agh ged ed. Iv lat fall duwn, me hittun lat wif me zult. Yub, me am fulluw'n lat da whule way. Der am nub ruulz un huw lung ed taykz tu ged der, bud lat am wulk'n un latz uwn, nub helb frum uddurz. Lurn tu wulk, ur ged flat'd by me zult, Gruk?

[Alex_Pan 112]

Marcus simply nods, and walks off into the desert. He walks forward, seemingly with no sense of direction. After about an hour, you realize that his footsteps have cris-crossed twice. Still, he shows no sign of resentment or giving up.

[Jarkarll 314]

Jarkarll walks out of the den yawning loudly and rubbing his eyes with his hands. Studies the burrow noticing the blood and wonders why there's blood on the floor as if someone was dragged.

His eyes widen and he believes that something has happened to Jutra he runs the the hearth and sees Jutra skinning the animals and sighs with relief, though his face still looks bewildered.

"Throm'ka Jutra!"

Lays down I'm the couch and puts his hands behind his head. He begins to wonder whos blood this is.

"Jutra... Whos bluud am diz? Da bluud un owa fluur?"

[Alex_Pan 112]

The following took place in game:

Blawharag notices a fresh piece of wolf feces lying in the sand. It's still moist, and untouched by insects. He rushes up to the top of a nearby hill and scours the horizon. Seeing nothing, he runs back to get Marcus, but realizes that he's been gone for a moment too long. The wind has blown sand over his tiny human tracks.

Marcus continues to wander the desert, traveling more North than East. He comes across some sort of fortress, and drags himself inside.

Pok notices a human in the sheep pen. Both curious and infuriated, he rushes over, to find the human passed out in pen. He punches the human in the shoulder, bursting several cysts, and causing immediate bruising. Still, the human doesn't react. He drags the human by the legs and throws him into the nearby lake - his head propped up slightly out of the water. The human lays there, seemingly dead.

I'm still sitting there now; and I will be for a long time.

[Jutra 51]

Jutra looks up at the big yawning orc and frowns as the looks of worry and relief washes over his face. She raises her eyebrows at the blood stained floor when he asks where the blood's from considering she's been skinning animals the entire time. Holding up her bloody hands and knife she looks down at her blood covered self, the skinned and to be skinned carcasses. She again raises her eyebrows at him while she let's the obviousness of his question settle on him.

She checks his gaze as it settles on the blood tracks left by Mar-cus and nods in comprehension as the real question he is asking. "Oh dem be made by Mar-cus. Him and Blawharag went out."

She carefully gathers the hides she's been cutting off the cows and gives them to Jarkarll to be made into leather armour at a later date.

She then goes down the hall to indulge in one of the few halfling traditions she refuses to give up, a nice warm bath.

[Alex_Pan 112]

Marcus awakes, days later, feeling refreshed but finally realizing his condition. Days in murky water has lead to poor skin and infection. He gets out of the lake, slumping down beside a tree and wringing his clothes of water. Just then, he hears an orc voice shout from the distance, quickly approaching. "Oi! What lat doin on mi ground?"

"Lat peep'd Blawharag? Me looking for Blawharag", Marcus replies, realizing his only chance of leaving safely.

"Me nub gruk whuu dat be. Leave and dun come back!", the orc commands.

Marcus gets up, and walks off, stopping shortly to take a look at his map and compass. He scratches his head, looking over the horizon in all directions. He sighs and gets up. He starts walking in one direction, hoping to find a path.

[Blawharag 277]

<Blawharag is on the hunt, searching for Marcus and tracing tracks. He should consider paying more attention to the person he was following to avoid losing them in the future...>