Eternal
Trog is being fair, but there is always the chance that Trog is outright lying and he’ll have them for breakfast or something. It isn’t likely, but it’s still a possibility. Plus he needs to realize that he’s gained a lot with your alliance.
“Trog, I understand your position, but I can’t just leave two people with you. Now our deal was pretty good for you, so I’d say letting us through is the least you can do.” You remark.
Trog continues to remain stoic and unmoved by your remark.
“This offer is not negotiable, Eternal. Perhaps you are mistaking Trog’s civility for weakness, but Trog urge you not to make such a mistake. You either pay price or you can find another to Rask.” Trog says.
“Erm…maybe we should do that. Surely we could find another way around and…” Jennifer begins to say, but you’re only half paying attention. You’re too annoyed with Trog right now.
“Look, we’re not going to waste time going around your shitty barren territory. It’s not like you’ve got anything worth while here that we’re going to disturb anyway. YOU seem to forget who the fuck I am Trog. I could slaughter you right now and you know it! We’re going through and that’s it!”
“Eternal you kill Trog and you’ll bring down the entire wrath of the Floggers down on your head! And even if you get away, Floggers will turn their eyes towards your precious nation and never stop waging war until it has completely been burned to the ground.”
“Given some recent events I’ve experienced, you seem to think I actually care about Nalin…but perhaps killing you isn’t the solution.” You say and then suddenly grab Trog. He attempts to struggle, but after a couple of hard punches to his face you knock him the ground and tell one someone to hand you a rope.
“What…what the hell are you doing?! Isn’t this going to bring every orc here down on our head?!” Jennifer exclaims.
“Nope. Trog here is going to be our safe passage. Now gimme some damn rope!” you order.
One of the Jennifer’s crew nervously throws one to you, meanwhile everyone including your soldiers are looking around anticipating an attack.
“You…you fool. Eternal, you believe Floggers will not attack just because you have Trog hostage? You think Trog cares about life?”
“Nice try Trog, but it’s all bullshit. If you were a regular simple-minded orc, I’d agree, but you aren’t are you? You’re a fucking shaman, I’d wager that even most of the Floggers know how advantageous that is and they won’t risk your death. As for your life, well like I said, if you were the average orc I’d say no you don’t care, but you’re not average. You have a sense of self-preservation. If you didn’t you wouldn’t have made a deal with me in the first place. Now let’s go!” you say and pull Trog up from the ground after tying him up.
“You will rue this day Eternal.” Trog says, but complies with your commands.
“I’m really afraid, this seems really dangerous, maybe we should just go back.” Jennifer says.
“What the fuck did you think this was going to be Jennifer? A walk through the flower fields? If you think this is dangerous, what the hell do you think Rask is going to be like? It’s a pitiless land filled with fucking monsters that will eat your fucking heart! Now this is YOUR expedition, I suggest you get comfortable with the fact that unexpected things like this might happen!” you yell.
Jennifer is taken back by your response. Granted she’s been on the receiving end of your vitriol before, but not for quite some time and at the time you weren’t putting everyone in danger.
“Come on, we’re getting the hell out of here.” Jennifer remarks to her crew. “This is just insanely dangerous.” Jennifer remarks and begins to walk in the opposite direction. Her crew slowly follows her.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” you say. “After all I’ve done for you?!”
“Done for me? You ruined this expedition by taking an orc shaman hostage! Even if we DO make it through, did you think about how we were going to make it back? I dunno what the hell happened with you recently, but you are not thinking shit through. You just told Trog that you didn’t even care if orcs burned down Nalin! I highly suggest you get your…”
Jennifer’s speech is cut short with an arrow through her back and out her chest. She stares down briefly to see the head of the arrow still dripping blood and piece of her heart on it. She then falls to the ground dead.
The weird thing is you don’t even see any orcs in the direction where the arrow came from. In fact there aren’t any around, yet another arrow hits one of your soldiers.
You turn to Trog who just stands there silent and still tied up.
“Call off your fucking greenskins Trog! You turned them invisible or whatever you did, I don’t care, call them off or your life ends here!” you command.
“You were right Eternal, Trog do value life. That’s why Trog not even really here.” Trog says and before your eyes you see Trog’s image completely disappear. An illusion. All along you were talking to an illusion. Who knows where the real Trog is.
You have little time to find out as more arrows from invisible orcs rain down on your position killing whoever is still left. Had you been paying more attention, you could’ve just cast a barrier around yourself and avoided them, but while you were threatening illusionary Trog, several arrows puncture your internal organs.
You fall to the ground and begin coughing up blood. You desperately try to heal yourself before you succumb to your wounds, but there isn’t enough time. You start to lose consciousness before the orcs finally materialize and finish you off in a more up close and personal way.
Your last moments are being beaten and chopped to a bloody unrecognizable pulp by several clubs and blunt axes.
“Trog, I understand your position, but I can’t just leave two people with you. Now our deal was pretty good for you, so I’d say letting us through is the least you can do.” You remark.
Trog continues to remain stoic and unmoved by your remark.
“This offer is not negotiable, Eternal. Perhaps you are mistaking Trog’s civility for weakness, but Trog urge you not to make such a mistake. You either pay price or you can find another to Rask.” Trog says.
“Erm…maybe we should do that. Surely we could find another way around and…” Jennifer begins to say, but you’re only half paying attention. You’re too annoyed with Trog right now.
“Look, we’re not going to waste time going around your shitty barren territory. It’s not like you’ve got anything worth while here that we’re going to disturb anyway. YOU seem to forget who the fuck I am Trog. I could slaughter you right now and you know it! We’re going through and that’s it!”
“Eternal you kill Trog and you’ll bring down the entire wrath of the Floggers down on your head! And even if you get away, Floggers will turn their eyes towards your precious nation and never stop waging war until it has completely been burned to the ground.”
“Given some recent events I’ve experienced, you seem to think I actually care about Nalin…but perhaps killing you isn’t the solution.” You say and then suddenly grab Trog. He attempts to struggle, but after a couple of hard punches to his face you knock him the ground and tell one someone to hand you a rope.
“What…what the hell are you doing?! Isn’t this going to bring every orc here down on our head?!” Jennifer exclaims.
“Nope. Trog here is going to be our safe passage. Now gimme some damn rope!” you order.
One of the Jennifer’s crew nervously throws one to you, meanwhile everyone including your soldiers are looking around anticipating an attack.
“You…you fool. Eternal, you believe Floggers will not attack just because you have Trog hostage? You think Trog cares about life?”
“Nice try Trog, but it’s all bullshit. If you were a regular simple-minded orc, I’d agree, but you aren’t are you? You’re a fucking shaman, I’d wager that even most of the Floggers know how advantageous that is and they won’t risk your death. As for your life, well like I said, if you were the average orc I’d say no you don’t care, but you’re not average. You have a sense of self-preservation. If you didn’t you wouldn’t have made a deal with me in the first place. Now let’s go!” you say and pull Trog up from the ground after tying him up.
“You will rue this day Eternal.” Trog says, but complies with your commands.
“I’m really afraid, this seems really dangerous, maybe we should just go back.” Jennifer says.
“What the fuck did you think this was going to be Jennifer? A walk through the flower fields? If you think this is dangerous, what the hell do you think Rask is going to be like? It’s a pitiless land filled with fucking monsters that will eat your fucking heart! Now this is YOUR expedition, I suggest you get comfortable with the fact that unexpected things like this might happen!” you yell.
Jennifer is taken back by your response. Granted she’s been on the receiving end of your vitriol before, but not for quite some time and at the time you weren’t putting everyone in danger.
“Come on, we’re getting the hell out of here.” Jennifer remarks to her crew. “This is just insanely dangerous.” Jennifer remarks and begins to walk in the opposite direction. Her crew slowly follows her.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” you say. “After all I’ve done for you?!”
“Done for me? You ruined this expedition by taking an orc shaman hostage! Even if we DO make it through, did you think about how we were going to make it back? I dunno what the hell happened with you recently, but you are not thinking shit through. You just told Trog that you didn’t even care if orcs burned down Nalin! I highly suggest you get your…”
Jennifer’s speech is cut short with an arrow through her back and out her chest. She stares down briefly to see the head of the arrow still dripping blood and piece of her heart on it. She then falls to the ground dead.
The weird thing is you don’t even see any orcs in the direction where the arrow came from. In fact there aren’t any around, yet another arrow hits one of your soldiers.
You turn to Trog who just stands there silent and still tied up.
“Call off your fucking greenskins Trog! You turned them invisible or whatever you did, I don’t care, call them off or your life ends here!” you command.
“You were right Eternal, Trog do value life. That’s why Trog not even really here.” Trog says and before your eyes you see Trog’s image completely disappear. An illusion. All along you were talking to an illusion. Who knows where the real Trog is.
You have little time to find out as more arrows from invisible orcs rain down on your position killing whoever is still left. Had you been paying more attention, you could’ve just cast a barrier around yourself and avoided them, but while you were threatening illusionary Trog, several arrows puncture your internal organs.
You fall to the ground and begin coughing up blood. You desperately try to heal yourself before you succumb to your wounds, but there isn’t enough time. You start to lose consciousness before the orcs finally materialize and finish you off in a more up close and personal way.
Your last moments are being beaten and chopped to a bloody unrecognizable pulp by several clubs and blunt axes.
