Jun 25, 2016 1:32 am
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."
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."
OOC:
What do you do?
