Eternal
You attempt to block everything out in your mind a concentrate on your spell. More voices invade your mind and you begin shouting out Dendrin’s name loudly during your chanting in an effort to drown out the supernatural voice in your head. You also shout to everyone to try to shut out the voices you know they have to be hearing as well.
“NO! You cannot escape us! You are MEAT!” you hear and the voices begin to fade a bit. You notice that your shadows aren’t struggling with their mental assaults anymore either and regular combat goes a lot better. Soon, all attackers are killed and Talia comes over to you rubbing her head a bit after dispatching her orc.
“What the hell are these things?”
“Well I’m not exactly sure, but if I had to guess, they’re wendigos. Evil spirits that take over the bodies of the living and try to consume anyone they can. Found notes written about them after we took Kane’s fort. He apparently fought them all the way back to their home territory and trapped them there. Looks like these idiots let them loose again or something. We should be safe now and I’ve got everyone shielded, but everyone else should keep up their own shield just as added protection. We can link that mental power to each other if we just focus.”
“Just like back in shadow training when we all fought that brain lurker huh?” Talia asks.
“I believe it was a thought lurker, but yeah something like that. Odd that we never encountered another one of those creatures.”
“I think I remember Brother Gray said they typically only lived underground or something.”
Probably some sort of “gift” from the Derro no doubt, but you stop dwelling on the past and pack up you camp so you can continue your journey. You’ll have to get some sleep later.
The rest of the journey is more of an endurance test against the elements rather than any more fighting. Even while sticking to the forests you feel the full strength of the cold winds and snowfall that has decided to grace you with its presence. You see a village in the distance, and briefly ponder if you should head to it and sleep at an inn, but the fact remains you don’t know what you can expect there. You’re guessing Flog might’ve enslaved most of the towns in Rask, but who knows what they’ve been turned into. Chances are they’re probably the equivalent of slave camps now patrolled by a bunch of over eager orcs or ogres ready to attack anyone they don’t know.
“I certainly hope Flog told his people to expect us when we finally get to Blood Tooth!” Talia says wrapping herself up and walking on as you decide to avoid the village.
When you finally arrive at Blood Tooth, you see that Flog hasn’t changed your old home too much, other than the typical orc totems that their kind seem to favor. A group of orcs stand outside looking off in several direction as if they’re expecting someone, but that might not necessarily be you though. They still haven’t noticed you though.
“Well, this is it. We might as well just approach. Be ready for anything though.” You tell everyone.
You reveal yourself from your cloak and begin to walk towards the group. They finally see you and begin waving you down.
“Shadows! Come quickly! Not safe out here!” one shouts.
“Well I’m guessing we’re being welcomed at least.” Talia says.
“For now. Like I said be ready for anything.”
The orcs waste no time in calling for their fort doors to be opened and you’re lead in. Now the place looks less like how you remember. It’s definitely got that orcish touch now, not to mention smell. Eventually you meet Flog on his throne. The years have taken their toll on him to the point where you don’t feel so old any more. Flog stands up slowly and limps over to you, refusing the use of any sort of cane. His face bear the scars of multiple battles and he’s only got one hand, though the stump naturally has some sort of crude weapon grafted to it. His reign is most likely in danger being the age he is, let alone some of his obvious injuries. Still he’s hanging in there somehow, you’ve got to give him credit.
“Shadow Master, its been a long time. And your mate Talia…wait you did not bring the strange lover did you?”
“Strange…oh!” you realize. “No, Cyrus is back in Delerg.”
“Good. Good. Never liked him. You two. Like. Treat Flog fairly and with honor. Um, let us go to my meeting room. Much to discuss. Very important. Your shadows can stay here, drink and partake of our females!”
You look over and see several female orcs AND ogres attempting to look seductive towards some of your shadows. You think this is the first time you’ve seen any of them look genuinely scared during this mission.
“Ah no, I don’t think that’ll be necessary Flog.” You say.
“All strange lovers too huh? Just as well, couldn’t survive being with an orc woman anyway. Let us go.”
Flog takes you and Talia to the very place where you used to hold small meetings and you all sit down before he speaks.
“Flog is old and will die soon. Flog know this and accepts it. Flog can only hope that Flog die in combat, but that time is not yet now. Flog cannot let it be so, so Flog call on those who may help.”
“Well that’s the whole reason for this, but I don’t understand the need for secrecy and why the hell we had to drag ourselves all the way up here. You know there are wendigo prowling about in Rask now?”
“Yes, Flog well aware of it because Flog’s son Mog foolishly attempted to harness them in his grab for power. Now Rask have evil spirits wandering about and Mog is making his move against Flog. Mog need to die.”
There’s your contract, but you still don’t get all of this.
“Okay, but…well normally I don’t ask why, however my curiosity about all this is still there. I mean in orc culture is it not the tradition of the strong to kill the current chief, most preferably one of his sons?”
“Indeed that would be the case, but Flog not feel that Mog deserve it. Mog’s reckless behavior with the wendigo is just one example. Mog also prove to be wasteful with slave towns. If Mog take charge, all of this will collapse. Flog not want it to collapse. Flog want orcs to continue to expand kingdom. Crush puny Galen one day and then beyond.”
“Beyond huh? That include the shadows Flog?” Talia asks.
“Heh. Perhaps one day the shadows and orcs will do battle and on that glorious day orcs will stand on top of the burning ruins of your god’s temple…but not today or even in Flog’s lifetime. All Flog ask now is for help, willing to pay large fee. You shadows also left things here when you abandoned this place. Stuffed things in a storeroom, perhaps you might want them back?”
That sounds very familiar.
“So if you don’t want Mog to take charge who did you have in mind?” Talia asks.
“Next son in line of course. Skog. Skog smart like Flog but not strong enough to beat Mog. Skog from proper orc woman. Mog from terrible drunken night with an ogress. Glad cannot remember much, but Flog do remember a lot of hair and…”
“Okay didn’t quite need those details. So where is Mog?” you say.
“Mog at Mogtown further north plotting my death and preparing to invade Bloodtooth. Be here soon, that’s why he needs to die soon. Mog prefer the company of ogres and giants mostly. Mog also have slave witch with him. Human. She one who released the wendigo and try to tame. Foolish. Cannot tame spirits. Bad idea.”
“I see…well Talia and I need to talk privately first. Just to discuss the exact details.”
Flog nods and lets you and Talia go off in a corner to speak quietly to each other.
“What’s wrong?” Talia asks.
“I dunno that part about giving us old shadow items as payment got me suspicious.”
“We can always sanctify them first, but I doubt if Flog put any sort of curse on them. If he’s honest enough to say the orcs will wage war on us one day he’s not going to bother with the same trickery the dark elves did.”
“Well there’s that too. I’m wondering why the hell should we help a potential enemy in the future.”
“Really anyone we perform jobs for could be our enemies in the future.”
“True, but they’re all human and they generally have a healthier fear of us and death in general than orcs. Flog only has some sense because he’s a little smarter and he’s known us longer.”
“Exactly, these are orcs we’re talking about, do you really think it’s going to matter who takes charge? While that idea in Flog’s head is a nice dream for him, I think we both know it’s just that. There is no way orcs are going to stay unified long enough to form some major kingdom of any kind, not for long anyway. Even with Rask more or less under their rule, its still very tribal here and prone to infighting. Besides, with Dendrin on our side, how would then even stand a chance?”
“Heh, yes I suppose so. Though I’m just wondering if rather than dragging our asses further up north and facing giants, ogres, witches and who knows what else out in the open and by ourselves, if we shouldn’t just make a different offer to Flog.”
“Like what?”
“Well like staying here and helping him in a more direct way. Flog claimed that Mog would probably be coming to invade soon. There will be so much chaos going on, we could probably slip out the fort and move around behind the army to assassinate Mog that way. Might even be easier.”
“Yeah, but who knows how long it’ll take him to invade or if he’ll even come personally and I don’t think Flog is going to go for that idea. Besides don’t you think being involved in a siege would be even more dangerous than trying to sneak into a town when they aren’t expecting trouble?”
“NO! You cannot escape us! You are MEAT!” you hear and the voices begin to fade a bit. You notice that your shadows aren’t struggling with their mental assaults anymore either and regular combat goes a lot better. Soon, all attackers are killed and Talia comes over to you rubbing her head a bit after dispatching her orc.
“What the hell are these things?”
“Well I’m not exactly sure, but if I had to guess, they’re wendigos. Evil spirits that take over the bodies of the living and try to consume anyone they can. Found notes written about them after we took Kane’s fort. He apparently fought them all the way back to their home territory and trapped them there. Looks like these idiots let them loose again or something. We should be safe now and I’ve got everyone shielded, but everyone else should keep up their own shield just as added protection. We can link that mental power to each other if we just focus.”
“Just like back in shadow training when we all fought that brain lurker huh?” Talia asks.
“I believe it was a thought lurker, but yeah something like that. Odd that we never encountered another one of those creatures.”
“I think I remember Brother Gray said they typically only lived underground or something.”
Probably some sort of “gift” from the Derro no doubt, but you stop dwelling on the past and pack up you camp so you can continue your journey. You’ll have to get some sleep later.
The rest of the journey is more of an endurance test against the elements rather than any more fighting. Even while sticking to the forests you feel the full strength of the cold winds and snowfall that has decided to grace you with its presence. You see a village in the distance, and briefly ponder if you should head to it and sleep at an inn, but the fact remains you don’t know what you can expect there. You’re guessing Flog might’ve enslaved most of the towns in Rask, but who knows what they’ve been turned into. Chances are they’re probably the equivalent of slave camps now patrolled by a bunch of over eager orcs or ogres ready to attack anyone they don’t know.
“I certainly hope Flog told his people to expect us when we finally get to Blood Tooth!” Talia says wrapping herself up and walking on as you decide to avoid the village.
When you finally arrive at Blood Tooth, you see that Flog hasn’t changed your old home too much, other than the typical orc totems that their kind seem to favor. A group of orcs stand outside looking off in several direction as if they’re expecting someone, but that might not necessarily be you though. They still haven’t noticed you though.
“Well, this is it. We might as well just approach. Be ready for anything though.” You tell everyone.
You reveal yourself from your cloak and begin to walk towards the group. They finally see you and begin waving you down.
“Shadows! Come quickly! Not safe out here!” one shouts.
“Well I’m guessing we’re being welcomed at least.” Talia says.
“For now. Like I said be ready for anything.”
The orcs waste no time in calling for their fort doors to be opened and you’re lead in. Now the place looks less like how you remember. It’s definitely got that orcish touch now, not to mention smell. Eventually you meet Flog on his throne. The years have taken their toll on him to the point where you don’t feel so old any more. Flog stands up slowly and limps over to you, refusing the use of any sort of cane. His face bear the scars of multiple battles and he’s only got one hand, though the stump naturally has some sort of crude weapon grafted to it. His reign is most likely in danger being the age he is, let alone some of his obvious injuries. Still he’s hanging in there somehow, you’ve got to give him credit.
“Shadow Master, its been a long time. And your mate Talia…wait you did not bring the strange lover did you?”
“Strange…oh!” you realize. “No, Cyrus is back in Delerg.”
“Good. Good. Never liked him. You two. Like. Treat Flog fairly and with honor. Um, let us go to my meeting room. Much to discuss. Very important. Your shadows can stay here, drink and partake of our females!”
You look over and see several female orcs AND ogres attempting to look seductive towards some of your shadows. You think this is the first time you’ve seen any of them look genuinely scared during this mission.
“Ah no, I don’t think that’ll be necessary Flog.” You say.
“All strange lovers too huh? Just as well, couldn’t survive being with an orc woman anyway. Let us go.”
Flog takes you and Talia to the very place where you used to hold small meetings and you all sit down before he speaks.
“Flog is old and will die soon. Flog know this and accepts it. Flog can only hope that Flog die in combat, but that time is not yet now. Flog cannot let it be so, so Flog call on those who may help.”
“Well that’s the whole reason for this, but I don’t understand the need for secrecy and why the hell we had to drag ourselves all the way up here. You know there are wendigo prowling about in Rask now?”
“Yes, Flog well aware of it because Flog’s son Mog foolishly attempted to harness them in his grab for power. Now Rask have evil spirits wandering about and Mog is making his move against Flog. Mog need to die.”
There’s your contract, but you still don’t get all of this.
“Okay, but…well normally I don’t ask why, however my curiosity about all this is still there. I mean in orc culture is it not the tradition of the strong to kill the current chief, most preferably one of his sons?”
“Indeed that would be the case, but Flog not feel that Mog deserve it. Mog’s reckless behavior with the wendigo is just one example. Mog also prove to be wasteful with slave towns. If Mog take charge, all of this will collapse. Flog not want it to collapse. Flog want orcs to continue to expand kingdom. Crush puny Galen one day and then beyond.”
“Beyond huh? That include the shadows Flog?” Talia asks.
“Heh. Perhaps one day the shadows and orcs will do battle and on that glorious day orcs will stand on top of the burning ruins of your god’s temple…but not today or even in Flog’s lifetime. All Flog ask now is for help, willing to pay large fee. You shadows also left things here when you abandoned this place. Stuffed things in a storeroom, perhaps you might want them back?”
That sounds very familiar.
“So if you don’t want Mog to take charge who did you have in mind?” Talia asks.
“Next son in line of course. Skog. Skog smart like Flog but not strong enough to beat Mog. Skog from proper orc woman. Mog from terrible drunken night with an ogress. Glad cannot remember much, but Flog do remember a lot of hair and…”
“Okay didn’t quite need those details. So where is Mog?” you say.
“Mog at Mogtown further north plotting my death and preparing to invade Bloodtooth. Be here soon, that’s why he needs to die soon. Mog prefer the company of ogres and giants mostly. Mog also have slave witch with him. Human. She one who released the wendigo and try to tame. Foolish. Cannot tame spirits. Bad idea.”
“I see…well Talia and I need to talk privately first. Just to discuss the exact details.”
Flog nods and lets you and Talia go off in a corner to speak quietly to each other.
“What’s wrong?” Talia asks.
“I dunno that part about giving us old shadow items as payment got me suspicious.”
“We can always sanctify them first, but I doubt if Flog put any sort of curse on them. If he’s honest enough to say the orcs will wage war on us one day he’s not going to bother with the same trickery the dark elves did.”
“Well there’s that too. I’m wondering why the hell should we help a potential enemy in the future.”
“Really anyone we perform jobs for could be our enemies in the future.”
“True, but they’re all human and they generally have a healthier fear of us and death in general than orcs. Flog only has some sense because he’s a little smarter and he’s known us longer.”
“Exactly, these are orcs we’re talking about, do you really think it’s going to matter who takes charge? While that idea in Flog’s head is a nice dream for him, I think we both know it’s just that. There is no way orcs are going to stay unified long enough to form some major kingdom of any kind, not for long anyway. Even with Rask more or less under their rule, its still very tribal here and prone to infighting. Besides, with Dendrin on our side, how would then even stand a chance?”
“Heh, yes I suppose so. Though I’m just wondering if rather than dragging our asses further up north and facing giants, ogres, witches and who knows what else out in the open and by ourselves, if we shouldn’t just make a different offer to Flog.”
“Like what?”
“Well like staying here and helping him in a more direct way. Flog claimed that Mog would probably be coming to invade soon. There will be so much chaos going on, we could probably slip out the fort and move around behind the army to assassinate Mog that way. Might even be easier.”
“Yeah, but who knows how long it’ll take him to invade or if he’ll even come personally and I don’t think Flog is going to go for that idea. Besides don’t you think being involved in a siege would be even more dangerous than trying to sneak into a town when they aren’t expecting trouble?”