Greenest in Flames

Having left Baldur's Gate a few days ago the trip thus far has been without incident. On Mogguth's suggestion you've been skirting the northern edge of The Wood of Sharp Teeth allowing for the ease of both hunting small game and navigation. It's roughly midday and you've been making good time since breaking camp this morning. In a few hours you should reach the eastern edge of the wood and turn south towards your destination; Greenest.

"Stop!" a loud voice coming from in front of your position yells. Before you can respond an orc climbs out of a small gulley about 20 feet ahead and slowly looks the group over. He gaze locks onto Do'urth and he casually throws out an old Orcish curse towards the "rotten, half-breed" before announcing that he expects payment to let you pass.

"Ten gold. Consider it a tax for walking on Orc land!"

Triana had spent the last few days observbing the group making mental notes and until now she had only a cursery view. She wasn't sure how this enterprise would go but so far it was intriguing. She watched Tayleron take not kindly to the Orc's jibe and strike.

"If we must fight. Then let it be so."

Triana reached for her sword.

None too pleased with the ranger's insult the big creature nimbly unhooks his axe from his belt and charges in towards Tayleron only to be struck in the shoulder with an incoming arrow. "Have to do better than that!" he yells as he raises his axe....

As far as Mogguth can tell, this Orc is all on his own.

Do'urth's blades sing as they whip through the air and slice into the orc's flesh. The first blade finds the beast's neck and before it can even react the second penetrates between ribs and into a lung. Obviously hurt, he slumps to his knees, and then falls backwards to the ground.

"Kill me!" he chokes, staring up at the sky.

Triana approached the Orc drawing her fine basket hilted rapier from it's slender sheath approaching and speaking. "You villianous beast will tell me where you companions are along this route, should you do I promise you a swift end. She placed her blade the tip close to the Orcs neck. All it would take is a thrust of the blade and the following motions for the blade to pierce it's neck.


[ooc] Considering the rolls I'm more inclined to stab him.[\ooc]

The orc doesn't respond to Mogguth's prodding toe and simply produces a weak smile when threatened by Triana. Not the response the bard was hoping for she plunges her blade into the creature's neck finishing off what the others had started.

Apparently the orc's tax ploy has been successful at least once before as Do'urth finds a small pouch which contains 10GP. There's also a small iron key on a string around his well bloodied neck.