Episode 1: The Salvaged Job

Maenor has learned a lot about ogres, especially since they are known to hunt and consume the feyfolk for dinner.

Maenor recalls that his ancestors' experiences label them as dim-witted, ravenous creatures attracted to shiny things, though what might be valuable to one person often holds differently for ogres. They are immensely strong and able to squash a humanoid to a pulp with one blow.

Ogres fear little, and while they are extremely strong, they aren't the smartest of humanoids. However, Maenor also understands that an ogre's first reaction to confusion or anything it doesn't quite understand is to smash things to bits.

The ogre remains standing there, and makes another snuffling sound with its nose. Its head tilts to one side.

The ogre has not yet stepped into the dim light from the campfire, and Kalis lacks darkvision to see into the night. However, as he strains his senses, knowing the general whereabouts of the creature, Kalis can definitely hear and smell the ogre. Deep and heavy breaths, along with the unmistakable aroma of fresh blood and viscera mixed with unwashed oily sweat and grime.

Maenor and Geno see the ogre return to an upright slouch, and it resumes its long strides towards the fire. Now 40 feet away, it steps into a dim area of light from the fire and is visible to everyone, where it stops once again and regards everyone with a dull squint. The ogre sniffs the air a bit, then shifts the large sack off its shoulder and empties the contents to the ground.

A large form lands with a wet thud. It is covered in slick, matted feathers and two thick legs are splayed in unnatural directions. A huge wedge-shaped beak pokes out from someplace where it shouldn't.

The ogre remains standing there.

The form is very dead, and now that Maenor is a bit closer, very bloody and broken in places. It appears to be an axe beak, a tall flightless bird with powerful legs and a nasty disposition.

The ogre just stands there. It blinks once.

The ogre blinks again, and makes an inquisitive grunt. Then it speaks, a deep bass that echoes like an empty chasm. "Huh? Wukor hunt. One hand for Wukor, one hand for Guarg." The last part is said in a rote sentence, like it has been intoned countless times before.

The ogre's slack expression seems to shift to confusion. It turns its head and looks down in the direction of Coda, then to Maenor.

The ogre appears confused. Geno gets the impression that the scene before the ogre is either very strange to it, or is not quite meeting its expectations.

Geno can also see in the ogre's face that the more it is being required to think, the less it is beginning to like doing it.