Eternal
You’re not going to change the plan just because Quintus is trying to please his drunken bitch of a wife. If he really wants this to happen he’s going to have to follow your lead.
“Quintus the navy isn’t important at this time, we need land strength if we’re going to get anywhere. We’ll need it to fight the orcs, we’ll need it to keep the unhappy citizens in line when we finally get rid of this damn republic and we’re going to really need it when we have to expand and annex more territory. Now I understand you’ve got a pirate problem, but really other than trade with the usksha we don’t even need to send many ships out anyway other than small fishing boats for food. Start sending trade caravans directly through the desert. The usksha do it all the time.”
“Yeah because the sand savages are used to it! The merchant’s guild is going to pitch a fit.”
“Well fuck, I dunno what to tell you. The merchants are either going to have to tough it out in the desert or risk getting attacked by pirates. Shit’s tough all over. Come to think of it, you don’t even like the damn usksha and want them out of the country anyway. Seems to me you could start working on that policy now that you’ve been getting a little more of the public on your side. If all goes well, Nalin won’t have to trade with the usksha at all in the future. No trade with the usksha, no need for merchant ships. No merchant ships, no pirates, unless they get crazy desperate and start attacking the coastal towns, but that’s why we’ve going to protect against such invasions.”
Quintus thinks about your proposal for a moment and of course he sees the wisdom in it.
“Yes, and the funds that are being spent on the navy can be used for other things. Hm, I suppose if I support the senate majority to dismantle the navy anyway I’ll look a little more agreeable, I imagine that’ll be good too. The question is where all the displaced sailors are going to do and go. I suppose some will just become fishers.”
“Yes, and if not, well there’s always more room in the army. I’ll let you worry about that, I need to get back to it.”
Quintus bids you goodbye and you’re glad to leave his mansion before you run into his slutty daughter. You’re in no mood for her tiresome attempts at seduction right now.
Over the next few months you continue getting Nalin’s “best” into shape and start launching your own raids into known orc territory. You always make sure not to do too much damage of course, but you’re not yielding the results you want. You’re not getting orc counter raids or attacks. In fact you think they’ve lessened!
This is somewhat discouraging, because while you’re succeeding in creating a stronger army, you’re failing in the second half of your plan. You think you might have to do something else.
On you way back from a raid, you and your men stop off at Calvin’s excavation site to rest. Two years have passed since you got dug up and they’re still digging through the ruins of the old capital. It’s actually impressive how much they have managed to find. Calvin even found a few of the flattened broken bones of his ancestor Jacob. (Never did find Semra’s though)
Calvin and his crew are always glad to have more soldiers around so you’re naturally awarded all the hospitality they have to offer. While you sit by yourself pondering your next move with this situation, Jennifer suddenly pops up to speak with you.
“I see you’re your usual brooding self.” Jennifer says coming up to you.
“Hm, that took awhile. Usually when I make stops here, you’re here a lot sooner. I was beginning to worry.” You remark.
“Well you did looked worried, but I doubt if it was about me hovering around you. So what’s wrong this time?”
Over the years Jennifer has probably become the closest thing you have to a friend. Granted you never had many before in your old life, but you at least had a few people to speak with about your own troubles. So far Jennifer is about the only one you feel comfortable with speaking about your own private concerns.
“It’s just the orcs. I thought for sure they’d be attacking en mass by now.”
“And an orc horde would be a good thing?”
“If we want Quintus’ dreams of reviving the Empire it would be. Guess I’m going to have to redouble my efforts on antagonizing the orcs.”
“Have you ever considered that you’re scaring them more than you’re angering them?”
“That seems unlikely. Orcs are nearly immune to fear. Most of them are too stupid and the rest are too bold.”
“Maybe that was true during your time, but I’m sure you’ve noticed things have changed.”
“They’re orcs Jennifer, how much could they have changed? Well besides the war paint I mean.”
“Surely you’ve noticed on your raids and travels that these orcs are still very different than the ones you knew. They’re tribal for one, but not just that, they’re also superstitious. Tends to come with tribal societies.”
“So?”
“So, over the centuries they’ve probably built their own tales, taboos and lore based on the ruins of the old Empire alone. That’s a lot of symbols and icons that they’ve probably incorporated into their society. Then you pop up and you’re still dressed in your old Empire armor and who know what stories that might cause because of the similar symbols and insignia on them. Think about it, for about two years now you’ve been mostly acting alone in attacking them. You’re shooting lightning and fire from your fingers as if it was nothing and you’ve probably slain more of them with your sword than the whole Nalin army ever has with bullets. They probably think you’re some immortal warrior spirit of old.” Jennifer explains.
“Well, I was dug up from a kind of grave.”
“Exactly, so in the scheme of things orcs have every reason in the world to fear you just like most people with a lick of sense do.”
“Heh, you don’t fear me.”
“Of course I don’t. I’m your friend.” Jennifer says and grabs your hand. You clasp your other hand on top of hers.
“Yes. Yes you are. Well I guess I need to find out if I am indeed something special to these orcs or not.”
“What’re you going to do?”
“Well I know the biggest tribe in the Quala Badlands is the Floggers. Maybe if I can bring them under heel, I can just make them DO what I want. I probably should go alone.”
“Hold on, the Floggers are pretty damn big and are positioned near Rask which is monster haven, you sure you shouldn’t have some sort of back up? I know you’re a big tough Eternal and all, but maybe you should take some of the soldiers you’ve been training.”
“Nah, I’d be better off doing this by myself.” You say.
“Ever the loner eh? Well I figured as much. I know it’s silly to worry after all you’ve survived, but just be careful okay?” Jennifer says and she briefly moves her face closer to yours, but then stops and then awkwardly excuses herself.
You tell your soldiers that they can either stay here or return to their posts and say you have your own business to take care of. Since they’re used to you going off by yourself, they acknowledge your orders and you think no more of it.
Just as you’re about to leave you get a surprising visit from Calvin.
“Hey, I’m glad I caught you before you left.” He says.
“Calvin? You don’t normally want to speak with me.”
“Well, as my daughter has probably no doubt told you I’m a little afraid of you, but I’m having one of those infamous brave Mol moments. It’s actually about my daughter.”
“What about her?”
“You are aware that she’s fond of you right?”
“Yeeeah…I think she just tried to kiss me but stopped herself from doing so. It was sort of uncomfortable.”
“I see…so I trust you do not feel the same way.”
“Well…(Sigh) it’s not that, its just…look it’s not my area of expertise and I’ve got a lot else on my mind right now.”
“Hm, understandable.” Calvin remarks.
“There are also some other feelings that involve the past that I don’t wish to discuss right now. That being said, I can honestly say I enjoy her company. She’s the only real friend I have.”
“That’s good. That’s good. I only bring this up because I know that great change is ever looming and most likely that change is going to be violent no matter how you and Quintus are going to go about it. I’d just like to make sure my daughter’s safe and I figure if she was with you then that safety is guaranteed, along with her happiness of course.”
“Hm, don’t be so sure of that. I imagine I’ll be drawing a lot of fire no matter what happens.”
“Better that she be with a strong shield that draws a lot of fire than with no shield at all.”
“Ha ha ha! So I’m a shield am I?” you chuckle.
“Aren’t we all before the chaos?” Calvin remarks and tells you to just think about your own feelings towards his daughter.
You’ve never had someone trying to pair you up with their daughter before. Something about it makes you feel a little strange. You decide to get on with your task to intimidate some orcs into submission, at least that’s more familiar to you.
You make your way north. You haven’t had too many run ins with the Flogger tribe, due to their far away location, but you did ambush a few of their kind a couple times. You don’t know how the survivors have described you, hopefully it is as Jennifer suggested, and it’s with awe.
Along the way you don’t encounter much trouble, you get attacked by a few half mad bandits, but that’s about it. Eventually you know you’re coming to the Flogger territory since you see the dead bodies of other orcs, humans, and even a few elves and ogres stretched across various wooden frames with their backs completely flayed of all skin. Down to the bone actually. Crows and other scavenger types gnaw at the rotting carcasses. The gruesome sight stretches from east to west as far as your eyes can see.
You notice two orcs standing look out on a crude watchtower just behind the wall of bodies. When you get closer they call out to you and raise their bows.
“Oi! What you doin’ ‘ere ‘uman?” one of them asks. You didn’t expect such civility, let alone coherence.
“I’m here to see your chieftain!” you answer.
“Wez gots no chieftain! Wez stronger than dat! Wez got shaman! Other tribes jealous! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
“Great, so let me see your shaman. I have something to discuss with him.”
The two orcs look at you and then whisper to each other a bit. This is all a bit strange, you fully expected to get attacked when you arrived or failing that the orcs running away in fear. They haven’t done either yet.
“Mm, yeah youz look like him, but need to be sure…um Bilge what waz we spose to ask again?” one orc asks the other.
“Youz forgot? Youz an idjit Fatbelly! You said youz remember! Me dunno either!” Bilge says.
“Okay, okay, shaddup! Me member now. Are youz dah ‘ternal man?” Fatbelly asks you.
“Yes.” You answer assuming he means eternal.
“Okay, youz can go troo, Shaman Trog been ‘spectin you. Just keep goin straight ahead an’ he should meet youz.”
“Wait, expecting me? How?” you ask.
“Dreams. Vishuns. Sumthin. Dunno, he magik. Ugh, brain hurt thinkin’ bout it. Go away now.”
There doesn’t seem to be much else to do, so you proceed to follow Fatbelly’s instructions. You pass through the line of flayed corpses and the watchtower. In the distance you see what looks to be enough simple huts to be considered a village. However you aren’t going to have to walk that far because a single orc dressed in tribal garb stands between you and it. He holds a decorated staff in hand and looks old for an orc. This must be Shaman Trog.
You aren’t sure what to expect, but you draw your weapon just in case.
“Ah, you here finally. Trog saw that you come and Trog’s visions always right…well most of time.”
“You can see into the future eh? Well then I suppose you know why I’m here then.” You remark.
“No Trog not know. Cannot predict future. Just see that Eternal man come. The last true remnant of the long dead Empire that enslaved all within its shadow. So why you here? You here to finally kill us all?”
“Well, that’s up to you Trog. I have a proposal.”
“Huh, can’t be good if you here. Very well, Trog shall hear your proposal.”
You explain to Trog what the situation is though at first you wonder if he’s going to understand all of it, but it would seem he’s one of the smart ones, then again he is a shaman so he can’t be entirely dim in the first place.
“Trog see…so it’s worse than Trog feared, you seek to make slaves of all of us again.”
“No, I just need you to attack the Nalin Republic.”
“Yes, you seek to manipulate us into doing your dirty work. How is that not slavery? Worse, your plan seeks to bring back the power that nearly lead us all into extinction. Only after centuries we are strong and free again.”
“You know, orcs didn’t fare so badly under the Empire. They were some of the best soldiers.”
“They were used as expendable shields for the weaker human troops.”
“And how do you know all this?”
“Ha ha! Writings! You think orcs not write, but we do! Maybe just pictures, but we do! We also tell stories! After Empire fall to big bang, orcs of old pass down tales. Tribe’s founder and my great ancestor, Flog pass down first stories. We never forget. That’s why we orcs know you. You wear the mark of the old days. Not know how you still alive. Maybe you really eternal, but if we are to die, then we die free, not die slow as slaves.”
You can’t believe it. You’re arguing with an orc about civil liberties! Still, if he is up on the history as he says then there is surely mention of one orc in particular and it might just convince him to change his mind.
“Captain Gruz did not consider himself to be a slave.” You remark, which causes Trog’s eyes to widen.
“You…you knew the Warmaster?” Trog asks.
“Oh yes, I met him and he even gave me a little insight to be a better soldier during my first assignment. I only regret I didn’t get to serve with him during the Felkan War. I heard of his many magnificent deeds though.”
“He slew many enemies on the day of his death. The entire story of that day is a glorious tale.”
“Yes, and he was hailed as one of the greatest heroes of the Empire. He did his duty as a soldier of the Empire and had no shame about it. He was no slave, let me tell you. He was a proud soldier who loved that he served the Empire. His only wish was to die a glorious death in its service and he did. Because he served the Empire with distinction even now the knowledge of his deeds are still known. Help me bring it back and your deeds may become as well known as his own, possibly even more so.”
Trog studies you as if to determine if you’re just trying to sweet talk him. He looks tired though, as if he doesn’t really want to fight you even if you are lying to him.
“Trog…cannot completely determine your ultimate intentions Eternal, however Trog sense your words about the Warmaster to be respectful and truthful. Trog suppose if great Warmaster Gruz taught you to be a better warrior then you would not speak lies about him. (Sigh) Very well, Trog shall do what Trog can to help you, but Trog can’t promise that Trog will be able to unite all of the tribes in the Quala Badlands.”
“Don’t need them all, just enough to cause a lot of damage.”
“Hm, well if there’s anything we’re good at, it’s that. Trog suppose a lot of my people are going to die in the process of this scheme, Trog only hope that in the long run we will be in a better position.”
“I promise you that your people will always remember what you have done today.”
“Trog not sure if that good yet.” Trog remarks and shuffles off towards the village in the distance.
You guess your work is done here. Now only time will tell if this is going to be successful or not.
“Quintus the navy isn’t important at this time, we need land strength if we’re going to get anywhere. We’ll need it to fight the orcs, we’ll need it to keep the unhappy citizens in line when we finally get rid of this damn republic and we’re going to really need it when we have to expand and annex more territory. Now I understand you’ve got a pirate problem, but really other than trade with the usksha we don’t even need to send many ships out anyway other than small fishing boats for food. Start sending trade caravans directly through the desert. The usksha do it all the time.”
“Yeah because the sand savages are used to it! The merchant’s guild is going to pitch a fit.”
“Well fuck, I dunno what to tell you. The merchants are either going to have to tough it out in the desert or risk getting attacked by pirates. Shit’s tough all over. Come to think of it, you don’t even like the damn usksha and want them out of the country anyway. Seems to me you could start working on that policy now that you’ve been getting a little more of the public on your side. If all goes well, Nalin won’t have to trade with the usksha at all in the future. No trade with the usksha, no need for merchant ships. No merchant ships, no pirates, unless they get crazy desperate and start attacking the coastal towns, but that’s why we’ve going to protect against such invasions.”
Quintus thinks about your proposal for a moment and of course he sees the wisdom in it.
“Yes, and the funds that are being spent on the navy can be used for other things. Hm, I suppose if I support the senate majority to dismantle the navy anyway I’ll look a little more agreeable, I imagine that’ll be good too. The question is where all the displaced sailors are going to do and go. I suppose some will just become fishers.”
“Yes, and if not, well there’s always more room in the army. I’ll let you worry about that, I need to get back to it.”
Quintus bids you goodbye and you’re glad to leave his mansion before you run into his slutty daughter. You’re in no mood for her tiresome attempts at seduction right now.
Over the next few months you continue getting Nalin’s “best” into shape and start launching your own raids into known orc territory. You always make sure not to do too much damage of course, but you’re not yielding the results you want. You’re not getting orc counter raids or attacks. In fact you think they’ve lessened!
This is somewhat discouraging, because while you’re succeeding in creating a stronger army, you’re failing in the second half of your plan. You think you might have to do something else.
On you way back from a raid, you and your men stop off at Calvin’s excavation site to rest. Two years have passed since you got dug up and they’re still digging through the ruins of the old capital. It’s actually impressive how much they have managed to find. Calvin even found a few of the flattened broken bones of his ancestor Jacob. (Never did find Semra’s though)
Calvin and his crew are always glad to have more soldiers around so you’re naturally awarded all the hospitality they have to offer. While you sit by yourself pondering your next move with this situation, Jennifer suddenly pops up to speak with you.
“I see you’re your usual brooding self.” Jennifer says coming up to you.
“Hm, that took awhile. Usually when I make stops here, you’re here a lot sooner. I was beginning to worry.” You remark.
“Well you did looked worried, but I doubt if it was about me hovering around you. So what’s wrong this time?”
Over the years Jennifer has probably become the closest thing you have to a friend. Granted you never had many before in your old life, but you at least had a few people to speak with about your own troubles. So far Jennifer is about the only one you feel comfortable with speaking about your own private concerns.
“It’s just the orcs. I thought for sure they’d be attacking en mass by now.”
“And an orc horde would be a good thing?”
“If we want Quintus’ dreams of reviving the Empire it would be. Guess I’m going to have to redouble my efforts on antagonizing the orcs.”
“Have you ever considered that you’re scaring them more than you’re angering them?”
“That seems unlikely. Orcs are nearly immune to fear. Most of them are too stupid and the rest are too bold.”
“Maybe that was true during your time, but I’m sure you’ve noticed things have changed.”
“They’re orcs Jennifer, how much could they have changed? Well besides the war paint I mean.”
“Surely you’ve noticed on your raids and travels that these orcs are still very different than the ones you knew. They’re tribal for one, but not just that, they’re also superstitious. Tends to come with tribal societies.”
“So?”
“So, over the centuries they’ve probably built their own tales, taboos and lore based on the ruins of the old Empire alone. That’s a lot of symbols and icons that they’ve probably incorporated into their society. Then you pop up and you’re still dressed in your old Empire armor and who know what stories that might cause because of the similar symbols and insignia on them. Think about it, for about two years now you’ve been mostly acting alone in attacking them. You’re shooting lightning and fire from your fingers as if it was nothing and you’ve probably slain more of them with your sword than the whole Nalin army ever has with bullets. They probably think you’re some immortal warrior spirit of old.” Jennifer explains.
“Well, I was dug up from a kind of grave.”
“Exactly, so in the scheme of things orcs have every reason in the world to fear you just like most people with a lick of sense do.”
“Heh, you don’t fear me.”
“Of course I don’t. I’m your friend.” Jennifer says and grabs your hand. You clasp your other hand on top of hers.
“Yes. Yes you are. Well I guess I need to find out if I am indeed something special to these orcs or not.”
“What’re you going to do?”
“Well I know the biggest tribe in the Quala Badlands is the Floggers. Maybe if I can bring them under heel, I can just make them DO what I want. I probably should go alone.”
“Hold on, the Floggers are pretty damn big and are positioned near Rask which is monster haven, you sure you shouldn’t have some sort of back up? I know you’re a big tough Eternal and all, but maybe you should take some of the soldiers you’ve been training.”
“Nah, I’d be better off doing this by myself.” You say.
“Ever the loner eh? Well I figured as much. I know it’s silly to worry after all you’ve survived, but just be careful okay?” Jennifer says and she briefly moves her face closer to yours, but then stops and then awkwardly excuses herself.
You tell your soldiers that they can either stay here or return to their posts and say you have your own business to take care of. Since they’re used to you going off by yourself, they acknowledge your orders and you think no more of it.
Just as you’re about to leave you get a surprising visit from Calvin.
“Hey, I’m glad I caught you before you left.” He says.
“Calvin? You don’t normally want to speak with me.”
“Well, as my daughter has probably no doubt told you I’m a little afraid of you, but I’m having one of those infamous brave Mol moments. It’s actually about my daughter.”
“What about her?”
“You are aware that she’s fond of you right?”
“Yeeeah…I think she just tried to kiss me but stopped herself from doing so. It was sort of uncomfortable.”
“I see…so I trust you do not feel the same way.”
“Well…(Sigh) it’s not that, its just…look it’s not my area of expertise and I’ve got a lot else on my mind right now.”
“Hm, understandable.” Calvin remarks.
“There are also some other feelings that involve the past that I don’t wish to discuss right now. That being said, I can honestly say I enjoy her company. She’s the only real friend I have.”
“That’s good. That’s good. I only bring this up because I know that great change is ever looming and most likely that change is going to be violent no matter how you and Quintus are going to go about it. I’d just like to make sure my daughter’s safe and I figure if she was with you then that safety is guaranteed, along with her happiness of course.”
“Hm, don’t be so sure of that. I imagine I’ll be drawing a lot of fire no matter what happens.”
“Better that she be with a strong shield that draws a lot of fire than with no shield at all.”
“Ha ha ha! So I’m a shield am I?” you chuckle.
“Aren’t we all before the chaos?” Calvin remarks and tells you to just think about your own feelings towards his daughter.
You’ve never had someone trying to pair you up with their daughter before. Something about it makes you feel a little strange. You decide to get on with your task to intimidate some orcs into submission, at least that’s more familiar to you.
You make your way north. You haven’t had too many run ins with the Flogger tribe, due to their far away location, but you did ambush a few of their kind a couple times. You don’t know how the survivors have described you, hopefully it is as Jennifer suggested, and it’s with awe.
Along the way you don’t encounter much trouble, you get attacked by a few half mad bandits, but that’s about it. Eventually you know you’re coming to the Flogger territory since you see the dead bodies of other orcs, humans, and even a few elves and ogres stretched across various wooden frames with their backs completely flayed of all skin. Down to the bone actually. Crows and other scavenger types gnaw at the rotting carcasses. The gruesome sight stretches from east to west as far as your eyes can see.
You notice two orcs standing look out on a crude watchtower just behind the wall of bodies. When you get closer they call out to you and raise their bows.
“Oi! What you doin’ ‘ere ‘uman?” one of them asks. You didn’t expect such civility, let alone coherence.
“I’m here to see your chieftain!” you answer.
“Wez gots no chieftain! Wez stronger than dat! Wez got shaman! Other tribes jealous! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
“Great, so let me see your shaman. I have something to discuss with him.”
The two orcs look at you and then whisper to each other a bit. This is all a bit strange, you fully expected to get attacked when you arrived or failing that the orcs running away in fear. They haven’t done either yet.
“Mm, yeah youz look like him, but need to be sure…um Bilge what waz we spose to ask again?” one orc asks the other.
“Youz forgot? Youz an idjit Fatbelly! You said youz remember! Me dunno either!” Bilge says.
“Okay, okay, shaddup! Me member now. Are youz dah ‘ternal man?” Fatbelly asks you.
“Yes.” You answer assuming he means eternal.
“Okay, youz can go troo, Shaman Trog been ‘spectin you. Just keep goin straight ahead an’ he should meet youz.”
“Wait, expecting me? How?” you ask.
“Dreams. Vishuns. Sumthin. Dunno, he magik. Ugh, brain hurt thinkin’ bout it. Go away now.”
There doesn’t seem to be much else to do, so you proceed to follow Fatbelly’s instructions. You pass through the line of flayed corpses and the watchtower. In the distance you see what looks to be enough simple huts to be considered a village. However you aren’t going to have to walk that far because a single orc dressed in tribal garb stands between you and it. He holds a decorated staff in hand and looks old for an orc. This must be Shaman Trog.
You aren’t sure what to expect, but you draw your weapon just in case.
“Ah, you here finally. Trog saw that you come and Trog’s visions always right…well most of time.”
“You can see into the future eh? Well then I suppose you know why I’m here then.” You remark.
“No Trog not know. Cannot predict future. Just see that Eternal man come. The last true remnant of the long dead Empire that enslaved all within its shadow. So why you here? You here to finally kill us all?”
“Well, that’s up to you Trog. I have a proposal.”
“Huh, can’t be good if you here. Very well, Trog shall hear your proposal.”
You explain to Trog what the situation is though at first you wonder if he’s going to understand all of it, but it would seem he’s one of the smart ones, then again he is a shaman so he can’t be entirely dim in the first place.
“Trog see…so it’s worse than Trog feared, you seek to make slaves of all of us again.”
“No, I just need you to attack the Nalin Republic.”
“Yes, you seek to manipulate us into doing your dirty work. How is that not slavery? Worse, your plan seeks to bring back the power that nearly lead us all into extinction. Only after centuries we are strong and free again.”
“You know, orcs didn’t fare so badly under the Empire. They were some of the best soldiers.”
“They were used as expendable shields for the weaker human troops.”
“And how do you know all this?”
“Ha ha! Writings! You think orcs not write, but we do! Maybe just pictures, but we do! We also tell stories! After Empire fall to big bang, orcs of old pass down tales. Tribe’s founder and my great ancestor, Flog pass down first stories. We never forget. That’s why we orcs know you. You wear the mark of the old days. Not know how you still alive. Maybe you really eternal, but if we are to die, then we die free, not die slow as slaves.”
You can’t believe it. You’re arguing with an orc about civil liberties! Still, if he is up on the history as he says then there is surely mention of one orc in particular and it might just convince him to change his mind.
“Captain Gruz did not consider himself to be a slave.” You remark, which causes Trog’s eyes to widen.
“You…you knew the Warmaster?” Trog asks.
“Oh yes, I met him and he even gave me a little insight to be a better soldier during my first assignment. I only regret I didn’t get to serve with him during the Felkan War. I heard of his many magnificent deeds though.”
“He slew many enemies on the day of his death. The entire story of that day is a glorious tale.”
“Yes, and he was hailed as one of the greatest heroes of the Empire. He did his duty as a soldier of the Empire and had no shame about it. He was no slave, let me tell you. He was a proud soldier who loved that he served the Empire. His only wish was to die a glorious death in its service and he did. Because he served the Empire with distinction even now the knowledge of his deeds are still known. Help me bring it back and your deeds may become as well known as his own, possibly even more so.”
Trog studies you as if to determine if you’re just trying to sweet talk him. He looks tired though, as if he doesn’t really want to fight you even if you are lying to him.
“Trog…cannot completely determine your ultimate intentions Eternal, however Trog sense your words about the Warmaster to be respectful and truthful. Trog suppose if great Warmaster Gruz taught you to be a better warrior then you would not speak lies about him. (Sigh) Very well, Trog shall do what Trog can to help you, but Trog can’t promise that Trog will be able to unite all of the tribes in the Quala Badlands.”
“Don’t need them all, just enough to cause a lot of damage.”
“Hm, well if there’s anything we’re good at, it’s that. Trog suppose a lot of my people are going to die in the process of this scheme, Trog only hope that in the long run we will be in a better position.”
“I promise you that your people will always remember what you have done today.”
“Trog not sure if that good yet.” Trog remarks and shuffles off towards the village in the distance.
You guess your work is done here. Now only time will tell if this is going to be successful or not.