Game: Grab yourself a seat, friend.

Late in the day of Kythorn the twenty-fourth, you see a sight that brings your weary minds some joy. In the distance you see a tavern and being on the road for ten days, spending your nights in the woods or on sides of roads, with little sleep due to the need to keep watch. Your thoughts race of cold drinks, hot food, and a warm soft bed where you can safely lay your head.

Your thoughts are cut short when you hear a gruff voice coming from the woods "Arttia or deaavh!" you see, from behind the bushes and trees, step out a very large half-orc. Nearly 7 feet tall, pushing close to 300 pounds but his face takes you by surprise, he looks no older than 16 or 17. His face is covered in multiple scars, you can tell they were self inflicted to make him look tougher, the majority start deep but shallow out quite considerably. Realizing none of you speak orc, he draws his scimitar, spits towards the party and lets out very rough common "Your gold or your life."

The half-orc turns with the dwarf, returning the grimace and letting out a bellow "I AM URUZALL. I FEAR NO MAN, DEMON, OR BEAST. YOU THINK YOUR PETTY GUARD THREATS CAN SCARE THE LIKES OF ME." then lets out a scoff. "Now I want your gold or I want your head. And Uruzall ALWAYS gets what he wants." he then takes a few steps closer to Tol.

Uruzall whips around relatively quick, for his size, visibly shaken by this veteran. He backs away from Izen "I...I want your guys' gold...and I want it now. No more games, I mean business!" and with that he turns and takes a swing at Tol but Tols' roguish instinct kicks in and he ducks just in time. He lets out a growl, but it isn't as fierce you sense a hint of panic amongst it .

Uruzall sheathes his scimitar "You bring dishonor to me by not doing what I ask, you bring dishonor to me by not fighting me til the death, than you insult me with some cutesy nickname. I am not your friend dwarf...there is nothing wro-". His sentence gets interrupted by more rustling in the woods. You hear him say "biavch...", a word you guess is an orcish swear given his tone. You see him walk over and pull out his crossbow then pick up a badly beaten, somewhere in her mid to late 30's, human. "You just couldn't give me your money and be on your way? How hard is it to toss a satchel my way and leave?" he points the crossbow to her head and in a calm, quiet voice he says "Now...since you clearly don't value your own heads, your gold or her head."

Hanson follows close beside Izen. Hanson says in a calming smooth tone "Here now lad don't worry I have lots of gold to give you..... if you worked for me? What do you say?" As Hanson lets the Orc think for a second he casts mage hand behind the guy and gets the hand to tap the side where the beaten person isn't there. Once distracted Hanson dashes forward between the victim and the Orc. Shielding the women and yells "Now boys, it's go time!"

The mention of a lot of gold distracts Uruzall long enough for Hansons plan to work, giving the rest of you a chance to attack.

Izen rushes towards the half-orc, just as he is about to swing three bolts of magic strike giving off an awful burnt flesh smell. The blast from the bolts makes the half-orc stumble back something Izen didn't account for, in-turn making him swing wide and hit a nearby tree causing most of the bark to shatter and fly off and send a large crack through the trunk. You gather there was a lot of power behind that swing and if the weapon had any kind of sharp edge on it the tree would of been felled. Grimacing at the burns, he takes aim towards the little gnome that has caused him this pain, he releases the arrow, hitting its mark through the shoulder very close to the neck. Seeing Izen so close to him he drops his crossbow and draws his scimitar, readying for close quarters combat.

Uruzall lets out a painful roar and a tear streaks down his face. You get the impression he is afraid of death but his only option is fight or die. Gala is no where to be seen, perhaps he is further down the road unaware of the half-orc. You see Hanson defending the fallen woman making sure nothing else happens to her.

'Uruzal,' sputters Namfoodle, his breath tainted by specks of blood and spittle, 'There is no need to do this.' Namfoodle rises to his feet, his right arm limp at his side, arrow protruding from his shoulder. 'We don't want to kill you, and you don't need to fight us. You've lost, but we have no desire for b-blood shed,' Namfoodle says, doing his best to persuade Uruzal into surrendering.

Uruzall drops his weapon, dropping to his knees shortly after while his arms fall limply to his side. You see tears streaming down his face now "I have failed..." he looks towards the woman, takes a large pouch from his belt and tosses it over. When it hits the ground you hear the sound of a lot of coins clink together. He whispers towards her "This is meaningless, coming from me, but i'm sorry." he wipes his eyes, snorts up his runny nose, and spits a mixture of mucus and blood to his side. He looks up at Izen "You said you've killed the likes of me for years." he lowers his head to the ground "Get on with it than."