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Masrith watched the looks he got from others. These looks didn't bother him. When the others spoke however, it became difficult. Masrith didn't speak their language so it would difficult to speak out loud. Masrith had a different idea. He grabbed the poster he had earlier. He then grabbed another piece of paper and something to write with. He began to look at the poster, take his eye patch off and on. Then write something down. Eventually he was done writing. He handed the paper he wrote on to Morro. The paper had cruedly written words on it. 'I don't speak your language. I translate surface thoughts to understand. I could speak language of the underdark. But every race that speaks it has bad rep with surface dwellers. Might be more offensive then mind talk'. Masrith waited for a response. He eyed the others across the room. He believed the mental communication would be more strategic at this point. The enemy could have ears listening. The mental link made more sense. Masrith looked around. The group wanted him to speak out loud and he was determined to find a way. He motioned for the bartender who hesitantly and slowly approached. Masrith handed the bartender five gold pieces. The bartender looked confused only for a moment. Masrith grabbed the bartender on his head and the bartender froze. Masrith kept his hand on the bartenders head. The bartender began to speak to Morro. "I can speak out loud doing this." The voice would sound horrible. A mixture of voices between Masrith and the bartender were heard. The bartender continued. "I won't continue this for long. But I paid. If you prefer I speak out loud. I will need a volunteer."

Tales of the Black Order: The Old Gods

Jack listened somewhat persistently. The idea of a leader being chosen didn't really matter to Jack. He was there to get the job done and nothing more. He then turned to Laine. "You really should do your homework. Shamans among orc society are held almost if not same regard as the chieftain. Sometimes more so. I'm sure he will have atleast one or two experienced warriors. Besides, the archers should worry you. The shaman can protect just as much as they can protect him." Jack looked back at the map. "Shamans do have a weakness though. Like a book to a wizard. The Shamans staff is a target. They use it to channel a majority if not all of their power through it. I'm more worried however, about what beasts he can summon to his aid. We shouldn't take the Shaman lightly even if he loses the staff. He is an orc and is bound to stubborn and strong. I'm sure we will think of something when the time comes." Jack finished examining the map as he spoke. He then turned around. "I'm going to my tent to rest if that's all for the night." Jack then walked out of the command tent and headed to his to rest.

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Sithilerin coiled around Charles. Sithilerin was surprised however when he saw vines and roots sprout from the ground and trees in the command of the his opponent. This actually offended Sithilerin slightly. Sithilerin was distracted allowing the lightning bolt to strike him. Sithilerin impressive scales made sure the hit wasn't lethal but it did hurt. Sithilerin made eye contact with Charles showing anger in his eyes. Then, Sithilerin spoke. "Sylvan". The trees would begin twist and turn as a tree golem would begin to form. "I don't take kindly to trespassers. Those who mock my art I hate even more."

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Masrith heard a quick scuffle of feet and turned to see a mage like figure summon two zombies. He looked at the floor boards as they were clawed through. Masrith stood without moving a muscle eyeballing the mage with his pale eyes. Masrith widened his eyes when he heard two words, 'Illithid, kill'. Masrith heard the woman behind him run as well as the group at the table urge upward but not in an aggressive manner. Masrith looked back at the paper he had and then to the woman who didn't appear to be armed. It didn't take long for him to get the connection. "Morro." He said in a deep tone as he pointed at her. Masrith quickly grabbed a chair and bashed it against one of the zombies with enough force to break the chair to pieces. He then followed with a hard palm strike to the same zombie as it was stumbled to knock it off it's feet. It was then that Morro and Caractacus would hear a voice in their head that sounded just like the Illithids. "We seek to end the curse. Though we are immune. Do not give my race a reason not to help." This was a simple psionic message to the duo. Masrith could not lead any other mental intrusion on it and took a defensive stance to hold back the two zombies until he got a response.

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Tales of the Black Order: The Old Gods

Jack had walked away hoping it some peace and quiet. He observed the night sky as went for his walk. Now that he thought about it, he had never really taken the time to look at the night sky. He had always been so focused on what was infront of him that it never accured to him to look up. He stopped walking as he heard footsteps approaching in the distance. Jack waited where he stood when the messenger approached. "General Kaldor summons you to the command tent." The messenger the ran off back to the camp. "Another reaper hunt perhaps. Maybe." Jack stated as he began to walk to the tent. It didn't take long for him to get there. Jack approached the tent bit did not enter. He asked for permission to enter and entered when it was granted. Jack looked at Kaldor as he entered. "Is this another Reaper hunt or is it possible that you may actually like seeing me?"