Weary from travel, as night descended the failing light showed to [Character] a cave, its mouth gaping dark. Seeking shelter for the night, she ducked within to see that it was but small, yet still large enough to provide some measure of relief from the wind. And so, huddled into her blanket, she sought sleep’s ease. Only to be woken some time later by cold hands clutching at her, Orc eyes gleaming in the dark. Thinking to rise, pain flared bright in her head, the blow driving her back to the ground, before another knocked consciousness from her. When she came to, it was to find herself in a large cavern, its rough-hewn walls carven with strange scripts and crude drawings. Foul-smelling brands lent the chamber a greasy, flickering light, which illuminated both the Orc horde circled about, and also the largest of their number, the crown upon his head clearly marking him out as their leader, who stood before her flanked by others bearing great if tattered banners, whose crude daubings proclaimed the Orcs to be the Scara-Hair tribe. Meaning that their leader, [Character] realized, must surely be Fha-Korlash.
NPC Encounter
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Options | Loyalists | Neutral | Usurpers |
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ATTACK Fha-Korlash | ? | ? | ? |
FLEE | ? | ? | ? |
Pay HOMAGE to the Orc Leader with a gift of 10,000 gold | ? | ? | ? |
Set LIGHT to the banners and try to escape | ? | ? | ? |
Seek to RECRUIT Fha-Korlash to her cause | ? | ? | ? |