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Post by phulishone on Jul 2, 2008 16:47:14 GMT -5
Player name: Phule Character Name: Twoerc Aliases: The Ravager, The Squad Killer, The Medium Giant, The Dead Men Walking, The Half-erc (but not to his face) Race: Major Titan Blooded Half-Erc Classes: Psychic Warrior // Barbarian // War Mind Alignment: NN Occupation: Going In2 UR B@s3 An K!ll!n UR doods
HP: 128 AC: 15 * BAB: 11/5
Appearance: Twoerc appears to be mostly like that of a normal full grown orc at first. Except that his tusks hardly protrude from his bottom lip, and he has a few less warts than the average orc. Hardly any at all. *
History: See next post
Other notes: Twoerc is typically silent and uncaring, preferring his weapons to do the talking. But you want him to be your friend. Because the alternative is him fighting you... and your friends... and your family.
STR: 21* DEX: 19* CON: 16* INT: 10* WIS: 16* CHA: 10*
Fort: +14 Reflex: +10 Will: +6
Feats: Power Attack Improved Sunder Two Weapon Fighting Weapon Focus (Dagger Whip) Weapon Focus (Bastard Sword) Cleave Improved Two Weapon Fighting Combat Brute Two Weapon Defense Greater Two Weapon Fighting
Skills: * Concentration - +10 Jump - +7 Knowledge (Psionics) - +10 Knowledge (History) - +2 Autohypnosis - +4
Abilities: Levitate 1/day Titan Affinity +4 Deeper Darkness Use Oversized Weapon Darkvision 30' Half-Erc Resistance Half-Erc Repletion +4 vs spells targeting humanoids Orc Blood Abberation Blood Fast Movement Rage 3/day Chain of personal superiority +4 (3/day) Chain of defensive posture +2 (3/day) Enduring body (DR 2/-) Sweeping Strike
Spells: (TBA)
Equipment * Body: Head: Face: Neck: Arms: Hands: Feet: Back: Torso: Waist: Rings:
Money: 200,000*
*Might change after items are purchased.
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Post by phulishone on Jul 2, 2008 16:57:29 GMT -5
The orc was big. Real big. His hands held a club easily the same size as the Halfling that approached him, and though the Halfling came from down the mountain into the valley where the orc’s tribe was, there by giving him some measure of a tactical advantage, the orc still was taller.
The Halfling, however, in good traveling clothes and leather armor, wasn’t holding onto his weapons. Oh, he had them, but they were sheathed. And he wasn’t acting like he was going to attack either. If anything, he had the sure confidence of someone who would only pull them out when he needed to finish a fight.
“Go away, small one! Erc eat you real good!” The orc shouted his warning and raised his club.
“Nonsense. I happen to know that this tribe isn’t cannibalistic.” The halfling’s voice was odd and lilting, and seemed to over pronounce each vowel; either slowly or quickly, depending on the word.
“Huh?”
“You. Won’t. Eat. Me.”
Even some orcs know when they are being talked down to.
“Oh.” This one didn’t. “Erc still hurt you real bad.”
“Perhaps. Perhaps.” The Halfling rubbed his chin, as though in deep thought. “I want to see your chief.”
“No.” The orc pounded the ground with his large club, and shook the earth around him.
“What if I tell you that I am an envoy from one of the great Dragons?”
“Huh?”
“Atarvalkkan sent me.”
“Who?”
“He mean the Battling Great One.” A new voice joined the conversation. Coming from up the path was an uglier orc. Not as big, and not as fierce looking, but this one appeared young to the Halfling, so maybe he’d grow into it.
“Oh. Why he not say so? Halferc stay here, guard small one. Erc go get chief.” The big orc snapped out commands to the youngling, and then went down the forested path towards the tribe’s main encampment.
The Halfling waited a moment, and then looked at the new comer.
“Thank you. Talking to him was like talking to an awakened brick that had a spell of idiocy cast on it.”
“That went a bit fast for Twoerc, but if you called Sire Erc stupid…” The young orc brushed something off his beltpouch, which was attached to a piece of rope that held the scrap of leather that was his only clothing.
The Halfling suddenly realized the insult, “Good grief, that orc is your father?”
“…you right. Erc stupid.”
“Say what?”
“Erc very stupid. But he also strong. Twoerc get strength from sire, but smarts from dam.”
“Now that you mention it, you do look a bit odd. Your skin is paler, and your fangs aren’t as long… I thought it was because you were still young. What was your name? Halferc?”
“No.” The ugly orc’s eyes got a mean looking stare in them. “Is what everyone in stupid tribe call me, cause they think I half of Erc. But I know. I Twoerc.”
"Well, Twoerc... you at least seem to have a certain level of understanding. Is your chief as smart as you?" Digging for information was part of any envoys job. Subtley was optional.
"Chief is as dumb as Erc. They brothers. Only, Chief is stronger. Not smarter, but sneaky. Chief find nice weapon. It make him strong. Probably get us all killed one day." Twoerc sighed. "But I no need waste time by telling you this. You soon ignore me too. Everyone in tribe do."
The Halfling was about to ask another question, and reassure the young orc, when he heard voices starting to come this way.
Erc and a bigger orc - if that was conceivably possible - were walking this way. The bigger of the two orcs did indeed seem to be gripping a blood stained great club, it's iron spikes dripping with more than just menace. On his head was a circlet made of someone's rib-bones, and the Halfling didn't care to find out whose they were. Behind the Chief and the orc known as Erc were a group of assorted and ugly orcs, all carrying clubs.
"What you want, Halfling?" The Chief's voice was part threat, part growl.
"It is not really, what I want, but what Atarvalkkan wants."
And with just that one name, the entire attidue of the group of orcs changed. Or at least, the ones who were smart enough to know who Atarvalkkan was. Which was one, maybe two. The Halfling couldn't tell about the second one, because it was picking it's nose, and looked like it had forgotten to take out the finger. But one of the orcs did lean over and whisper something into the Chief's ear.
"The Battling Great One? He want something from tribe?" The Chief's voice was awed.
"Yes."
"Is his! We love Battling Great One."
"That's a good attitude to have."
"He come get it himself?"
"...that, however, is not."
"Huh?" It would not be fair to say that confusion crossed the Chief's face. No. Confusion lived here, and had stepped out for a smoke break, but was now back, thank you, and business was booming again.
The Halfling sighed. "He sent me here to get an important object. He said that someone in the tribe had something He wanted. If he has to come get it himself, I had better be dead - and soon, the whole tribe would be too. So I'm just here to get it and go."
"You come for Clubby-Wubby?!? No! Never! Clubby-Wubby is mine." The Chief hefted his great club and smacked the ground, again, causing the earth to move and dust to be kicked up.
"That's not..."
"I kill big huge giant man for Clubby-Wubby. You not kill big huge giant man! Is not yours! Is mine. Battling Great One can go kill his own big huge giant man, take toothpick from it, and have his OWN Clubby-Wubby. This one mine!"
"Your not being rational. I'm here for..."
"You leave! You go tell Battling Great One that Tribe of the Valley keeping 'him-port-tent owb-check.' Chief say so!"
"That's not a wise attitude at all."
Confusion shooed immoral reason away. "Wise? What is wise?"
"Wise would be just giving me the damn book, so I could leave."
"No, no, what you mean by word?"
"Nevermind. You wouldn't understand."
Outrage walked into the store, and Confusion had just cleaned. "You calling Chief stupid!? That it, little man. You leave. NOW!"
"Dammit, I don't want your club, I.." The Halfling suddenly found himself picked up bodily by Twoerc.
"Chief tell you to leave. You leave." More surprising than this ugly young orc picking him up was the way the young face looked. "Chief, I take this Halfling? Make him go?"
"Good Halferc. You make him leave. Make him go away from Clubby-Wubby! Be first good idea Halferc ever had." The Cheif, Erc, and the rest of the orcs laughed and turned to walk back into the tribe.
Quiet, almost too quiet, the Halfling heard Twoerc mutter, "Chief would not know what good idea was if it pissed in his face. Not know what book is either. Twoerc knows what book is, though. We leave."
And so the Halfling took his hands off the daggers he was about to draw, and let himself be carried for a few minutes. It wasn't pleasent, but it was better than fighting ten orcs any day. Even if the Orc would have all lost.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour, but was probably closer to ten minutes, Twoerc stopped.
"Put me down. I'll walk from here."
"What your name, Halfling?"
"Etch. Ninth Lieutenant Pothos Etch."
"You really work for Battling Great One, Etch?"
"That's why I'm a Lieutenant. I'm important enough to be sent out on small missions like this, of idle curiosity to Atarvalkkan, that would prove too boring to any of his usual staff. One of Atarvalkkan's own Exarchs sent me. Now. Put me down."
"Oh. Sorry." Twoerc set the Halfling down. "You came for book?"
"Yes. No. Well, sort of."
"Huh? Which is it?"
"I was sent to retrieve something that would amuse Atarvalkkan enough that I'd get promoted. The important object was my choice. I was given two months, and I have a week left. I spent the first five weeks doing research, and I found out that a rare book had somehow fallen into the hands of your tribe."
"So you walk up and ask for it? That not very smart."
"No, I spent a three days traveling and nine days in surveillance of your tribe. You didn't seem like an overwhelming threat, which you could have been, so I decided to try the direct approach."
"Talk to chief?"
"Kill your chief."
"That would make you new chief. Then you get book. And we follow you back to Battling Great One as bonus. Now THAT smart."
"Yes. I'm surprised you figured it out."
"Twoerc only LOOK dumb."
"Yes. I begin to see that."
"Twoerc have better idea than stupid book."
"I'll have you know that any one of the Talariic Texts are anything far from stupid!"
"Yes." Twoerc pulled at his belt pouch until it opened. He pulled out a weather beaten volume. "But it too smart for Twoerc to understand, so I think it a stupid book."
"You... you have it?" Etch watched as the book was lovingly put back into the belt pouch.
"Was my Dam's. My mother's."
"What happened to her?"
"I told you."
"What? When?"
"Dam was last Chief."
The silence between the two of them was getting awkward, so finally Etch asked, "So you said you had an idea, or are you giving me that book?"
"No. I give book to Battling Great One."
"You?! That doesn't help me get my promotion."
"But you give me to Battling Great One."
"I do what? How would that... oh wait... I see... Yes. That might just do it. HA. Haha." Etch began to laugh as he stared at Twoerc. "You already amuse ME, and it follows the orders precisely. Plus, Atarvalkkan still gets the book. But..."
"But what?"
"Isn't there anyone in your tribe you want to say good bye to? Your, uh, sire?"
There was silence again.
"Twoerc?"
"What part of: Dam was last Chief and new Chief is Erc's brother is it you not getting?" Twoerc's eyes had gone cold.
"Ah. Right. Sorry."
"It fine." Suddenly, the young orc grinned. "I forgive you. You first person to call me Twoerc since mother."
"Your mother sounds like she was an amazing orc."
"She wasn't."
"What? But..."
"She wasn't an orc. She was a... what was word she used? Right. She was an Elan."
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Everything after that seemed to go smoothly for Twoerc. The Great Dragon Atarvalkkan accepted him as a gift from Lieutenant Etch, and also briefly scanned the Talariic Text before muttering something about how obvious it all was and handing it back.
Twoerc entered military school soon after that, and improved his speech and his fighting ability. It was soon discovered that Twoerc had the rare ability of Psionics, making his soon earned ability to read very important. He soon went through as many books as he could find, and with Atarvalkkan's help, began to understand some of the Talariic Texts.
Needless to say, Etch earned his promotion. Atravalkkan was amused - if the word is appropriate - enough to promote Twoerc all the way up to Exarch, eventually. Sadly, Twoerc's tribe is no longer there. They were found by an adventuring group who wanted 'Clubby-Wubby'.
Twoerc didn't care. He had found his family in Atarvalkkan's Army, and served the Dragon with great loyalty.
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