At first Hograth does not care about the hostility he feels- he is a commanding officer, not their friend and as long they obey, as long as the serve the Harmonium's cause and help him getting his job done he is content.
As a halfblood he had to face hostility many time already and he has become thick skinned and hard to insult- a trait that served him well when he patrolled Sigil's streets or when he dealt with politicians in his or other factions.
Of course he is aware of the threat that is looming above but he also knows that those skyriders can engage them at will- be it in the camp or during the trek and they might kill a patrol or two as well.
It is a risk he has to take.
Adressed by the man he turns to face him, tilting his head- squiniting his eyes as he can see no reason for what he is feeling. Remembering his dream and what had happened in this vision he tries to remain calm, to focus on the task at hand.
"Indeed. We cannot wait for them to come and find us and I also fear this camp and the wreck of the ship will attract attention, soon. Lets get some guards organized, instruct them to watch the skies as well. Will keep the people busy and keep dark thoughts away."
He takes another deep breath, trying to calm himself but he cannot shake off the tense feeling he has completely.
"Please see to it immediately."
Sacrifice!
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The half orc quickly notice the insignia on Measure Dmytrev gorget dimly shining crimson in the low torchlight. They are of the same rank.
"We have a third on guard duty. Two hours shift guard and four hours sleep. It should keep the men fit for a march as soon as dawn hits. They took serious losses I doubt they can mount another offensive any time soon. I wonder if they will consider the offer you gave them and attempt to find us or leave us here to our fate. It make no sense to reject it."
They could see the men taking cover in the circle of lifeboats and logs they have dragged up on the turf to close the gaps forming a perfect circle. Some of them Went to sleep while others scanned the treeline and sky with their loaded crossbows in hand. The peat bog was no ideal Place for a surprise attack from the ground any approaching host would be heard wading throught he water.
((Still working on that map. Bear with me!))
"We have a third on guard duty. Two hours shift guard and four hours sleep. It should keep the men fit for a march as soon as dawn hits. They took serious losses I doubt they can mount another offensive any time soon. I wonder if they will consider the offer you gave them and attempt to find us or leave us here to our fate. It make no sense to reject it."
They could see the men taking cover in the circle of lifeboats and logs they have dragged up on the turf to close the gaps forming a perfect circle. Some of them Went to sleep while others scanned the treeline and sky with their loaded crossbows in hand. The peat bog was no ideal Place for a surprise attack from the ground any approaching host would be heard wading throught he water.
((Still working on that map. Bear with me!))
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Hograth nods the the measure and the tries to find some rest as well, the half orc still weakened from the battle and now as he has a chance to relax a bit he feels the full weight of he wearyness.
He keeps his weapons close, tries to find a somewhat dry and sheltered spot for a quick nap, waiting for the scouts to return.
He keeps his weapons close, tries to find a somewhat dry and sheltered spot for a quick nap, waiting for the scouts to return.
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Thick mist sweaped the encampment as the night grew older.
It had been a long day and fell into deep sleep. Perhaps it was the orchish blood in him perhaps the countless nights in the fields but the onslaught of midges and dampness of air did nothing to keep sleep at bay. Barely he Closes his Eyes Before the sounds of feet digging into the mire die out.
He finds himself sitting on the throne from his previous nightmare. The scepter that the shadowy figure smashed Christos with in his hands. With it the sensational surge of control and power. At his side four half orc guardsmen and beneeth him at the lower platform legions of troops kneeling before him.
The dream lasted far more briefly than the last once. Again he sees Cian above him shaking him. Hearing shouts from the outer guardposts and the splashing of water from the North accompanied by whisteling bolts.
"Don't shot those are our own men!" He Heard int he background still disoriented. But there was far more noise than what those scouts could muster themselves.
It had been a long day and fell into deep sleep. Perhaps it was the orchish blood in him perhaps the countless nights in the fields but the onslaught of midges and dampness of air did nothing to keep sleep at bay. Barely he Closes his Eyes Before the sounds of feet digging into the mire die out.
He finds himself sitting on the throne from his previous nightmare. The scepter that the shadowy figure smashed Christos with in his hands. With it the sensational surge of control and power. At his side four half orc guardsmen and beneeth him at the lower platform legions of troops kneeling before him.
The dream lasted far more briefly than the last once. Again he sees Cian above him shaking him. Hearing shouts from the outer guardposts and the splashing of water from the North accompanied by whisteling bolts.
"Don't shot those are our own men!" He Heard int he background still disoriented. But there was far more noise than what those scouts could muster themselves.
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It takes some time for him to get his bearings to shake off the pictures in his mind. He tried to look at this scepter now, tried to be able to take the details of its appearance with him into the real world.
Perhaps it is a focus? The scene was different but the Scepter was the same....
Groaning he gets up nodding to Cian briefly then rushing off to meet the returning troopers.
"What have you found?"he asks after giving a swift salute.
Perhaps it is a focus? The scene was different but the Scepter was the same....
Groaning he gets up nodding to Cian briefly then rushing off to meet the returning troopers.
"What have you found?"he asks after giving a swift salute.
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As he held the scepter before him he felt it more like a weapon a warmace perhaps. Red smoke slithered over its glistening gold surface. It radiated power but that wasn't all he felt secure holding it. Like two glowing eyes a pair of rubies shone in the ruddy haze overpowering the light with a deeper more intense light albeit darker. Sprung from a eight corner base clump horns twisted both skywards and creeping down the shaft. It was looking at him, into him. A feeling that lingered when he was roused
Before Cian could answer a huge boulder came crashing down cleaving one of the raised lifeboats in their improvised ringfort and rolled a few feet towards them until the momentum was halted by the mellow peat. There was series of thuds resounding as a response from released bolts. Demonic shrieks and jeering taunts coming from the darkness that surrounded the encampment. One of the scouts came sliding between the northern opening in their fortification on his belly while getting pulled up as he reached safety by many helping hands. Another soon followed in but on her feet and back turned towards the enemies firing her crossbow.
"Trolls. A lot of them." Cian said in a calm concise manner.
He could see a lot of shadows moving about in the farthermost distance and hearing them hastily spreading around the encampment perhaps to scout or encircle them completly.
Before Cian could answer a huge boulder came crashing down cleaving one of the raised lifeboats in their improvised ringfort and rolled a few feet towards them until the momentum was halted by the mellow peat. There was series of thuds resounding as a response from released bolts. Demonic shrieks and jeering taunts coming from the darkness that surrounded the encampment. One of the scouts came sliding between the northern opening in their fortification on his belly while getting pulled up as he reached safety by many helping hands. Another soon followed in but on her feet and back turned towards the enemies firing her crossbow.
"Trolls. A lot of them." Cian said in a calm concise manner.
He could see a lot of shadows moving about in the farthermost distance and hearing them hastily spreading around the encampment perhaps to scout or encircle them completly.
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((Yeah a lore please.))
He sees the twisted figures. Some have four arms some three. Some are partially skinless. Others have a small arm growing out of their forearm. A head in the stomach and various obcene features. Horns of all shapes and measurement. A tail as a snake. It seem to vary for each idividual he spots. But he unmistakenly categorize them as trolls ragardless of the macaber traits.
"Strange ones, never seen trolls like that." Cian added while firing his crossbow.
He sees the twisted figures. Some have four arms some three. Some are partially skinless. Others have a small arm growing out of their forearm. A head in the stomach and various obcene features. Horns of all shapes and measurement. A tail as a snake. It seem to vary for each idividual he spots. But he unmistakenly categorize them as trolls ragardless of the macaber traits.
"Strange ones, never seen trolls like that." Cian added while firing his crossbow.
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He had Heard of this crossbread before they are Black Trolls. Native to the abyss they have been interbred with demons. He knew fire and acid would affect these creatures as it would normal trolls even though they might be resistant. Furthermore he thought of the link to the negative planes in those features. Good aligned weapons and holy water would perhaps disrupt their regeneration or at least halt it.
The men spread out to match the encircling force. Barbed javelins and rocks of various size fell down on the defenders but they didn't charge them.
He saw the bolt lit up the distorted monsterous faces in the dark before it buried itself within its chest. Screaming in pain it yanked it out in a gush of black blood thick as oil. As the bolt had spread its light he realised that the taint manifested more stronly in a few of them while others seems to carry only a few traits. As he considersthis something else occurs to him they could have inherited the teleportation feature. While the outer ring was well defended the center was wide open if only they could reach it. Bright white flashes is seen soon afterwards.
The men spread out to match the encircling force. Barbed javelins and rocks of various size fell down on the defenders but they didn't charge them.
He saw the bolt lit up the distorted monsterous faces in the dark before it buried itself within its chest. Screaming in pain it yanked it out in a gush of black blood thick as oil. As the bolt had spread its light he realised that the taint manifested more stronly in a few of them while others seems to carry only a few traits. As he considersthis something else occurs to him they could have inherited the teleportation feature. While the outer ring was well defended the center was wide open if only they could reach it. Bright white flashes is seen soon afterwards.