Amanda raised an eyebrow to your comment. "Well see that's fine, you are free to leave, but the guards are under the contract that fell to me. So you can leave, but you do so alone. At least for the next five months. I have a feeling though they wouldn't want a renewal with you directly. I also have it on good word of mouth that if they are fired, or not renewed, then you will be black listed from every other reputable security team that speaks English. I'm sorry about that but not helping them legally put them in a bad mood."
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"hahah. You really are a cute kid huh? Maybe you'll end up like your mother. God knows she was just as smart as you. well I'm going to turn in. The food might kill me for you. If I live to see you in the morning both you and Amanda have some options to discuss. Good night Amanda see you soon." he got up and left the table. Vivian gave a and jester implying what he does in his spare time. Amanda was still there. "I would like to talk to your girls tonight if we could met in Vivians room in an hour please?" She got up and left the dinning room as well.
It was just you and Vivian and she took you to her room. It was for the most part no different then the other rooms in the house. The bathroom was where the difference took place. It was semi modern especially the tub practically a Jacuzzi. As you look at the bed you come to remember this being Grandmothers room. There was a mirror that was left uncovered and attached to the wall. You dared to look at it and there was nothing odd about it, or your reflection. Vivian said, "That guy was a dick. I think he is here to stay, He looks like the squatter type."
A knock at the door. "Its Amanda." She came in and Vivian shut the door behind her. "Alright it's not official but so far the legal system is leaning to him. I was hoping my being here would swing it back in my favor but that jerk must have the same idea. Since this is the family house I cant force him to leave. Good thing is his daughters all have personality issues so trying to suck up to you will probably fall on the mother. So that's the one to look out for I've talked to Nathan and he assured me he will try and not help frank take the house. Now for the two of you I hate to ask but don't sign anything or verbally agree to anything he suggests. He just needs a legal statement to kick me and Vivian out. Eva, I hate to ask but I need more resources. These life sucking lawyers have me tapped out. I need either a family lawyer or more funds. I'll let you sleep on it you can let me know by the end of the week please. Alright are there any questions before I go?"
It was just you and Vivian and she took you to her room. It was for the most part no different then the other rooms in the house. The bathroom was where the difference took place. It was semi modern especially the tub practically a Jacuzzi. As you look at the bed you come to remember this being Grandmothers room. There was a mirror that was left uncovered and attached to the wall. You dared to look at it and there was nothing odd about it, or your reflection. Vivian said, "That guy was a dick. I think he is here to stay, He looks like the squatter type."
A knock at the door. "Its Amanda." She came in and Vivian shut the door behind her. "Alright it's not official but so far the legal system is leaning to him. I was hoping my being here would swing it back in my favor but that jerk must have the same idea. Since this is the family house I cant force him to leave. Good thing is his daughters all have personality issues so trying to suck up to you will probably fall on the mother. So that's the one to look out for I've talked to Nathan and he assured me he will try and not help frank take the house. Now for the two of you I hate to ask but don't sign anything or verbally agree to anything he suggests. He just needs a legal statement to kick me and Vivian out. Eva, I hate to ask but I need more resources. These life sucking lawyers have me tapped out. I need either a family lawyer or more funds. I'll let you sleep on it you can let me know by the end of the week please. Alright are there any questions before I go?"
Is it the rain that truly makes people sad, or the thought of the sun hiding selfishly?
"No it could be anyone. God knows our family has suck ups to spare." Her laugh was chilly. It became apparent she didn't make the connection to Nathans slip. She also turned in her chair to look at who had come to the house.
Amanda came to open the door Nathan did not return. "Hi so good to see you. Wish I had know you were coming. Eva Vivian please come meet them. This is you aunt and uncle from Eva's fathers side and look they brought there kids. Jamie, Kathy, and Michelle." ( Jamie 22 female black hair and blue eyes dressing slutty, Kathy the rich fake blond fake body 24 and if it wasn't with a label from Italy she didn't wear it. Michelle she was bitch because she was the eldest she had the family black hair and was 25.) Your fathers brother had his eyes on you the whole time they were introduced. His wife was a social parasite that made the Kardashians look like the brady bunch. Ninty percent of her was fake and the rest was altered.
They all broke up to explore the house all on their cell phones and followed by their mother, the Barbie. Frank however looked at you and his eyes never left yours. He was interrupted by Amanda who asked if he wanted something to eat? They rejoined you at the table minus the kids. frank kept an eye on you even when he talked. "So Eva your looking well considering, You should really consider your standing in the future of this family now that your alone. Things are transpiring that will need your attention and ive heard that you aren't the sharpest knife in the drawer."
Amanda came to open the door Nathan did not return. "Hi so good to see you. Wish I had know you were coming. Eva Vivian please come meet them. This is you aunt and uncle from Eva's fathers side and look they brought there kids. Jamie, Kathy, and Michelle." ( Jamie 22 female black hair and blue eyes dressing slutty, Kathy the rich fake blond fake body 24 and if it wasn't with a label from Italy she didn't wear it. Michelle she was bitch because she was the eldest she had the family black hair and was 25.) Your fathers brother had his eyes on you the whole time they were introduced. His wife was a social parasite that made the Kardashians look like the brady bunch. Ninty percent of her was fake and the rest was altered.
They all broke up to explore the house all on their cell phones and followed by their mother, the Barbie. Frank however looked at you and his eyes never left yours. He was interrupted by Amanda who asked if he wanted something to eat? They rejoined you at the table minus the kids. frank kept an eye on you even when he talked. "So Eva your looking well considering, You should really consider your standing in the future of this family now that your alone. Things are transpiring that will need your attention and ive heard that you aren't the sharpest knife in the drawer."
The day came too soon as the fear of the necklace brought you little comfort. Vivian knocked on the door to ensure you were ok and she insisted you walk to the dinning room to help with the rehabilitation. You both sat there as aunt Amanda had her breakfast sent to her room. Vivian was wearing one of the new dresses from the box. There was a knock at the front doo. as you turned in the direction. You heard a short conversation and The door close. Nathan came to the dinning room with out actually entering. "There are some relatives at the door." don't move until I alert Aman- MS. Doniva." he left and jogged down the hall.
Back at the tribe.....
The Grand chieftain walked through the ranks issuing orders and overseeing party groups. Charoz was not an ordinary orc. He was a successful experiment with a ogre male and a orc. This gave him a more solid body doubled over with muscles. Charoz easily was almost twice the mass of a regular orc. An advantage he used every second of his life. He was also an expert at waiting for his opponent to give him an opening in combat then he would use his immense strength to cripple his enemy with the first strike. The chieftain could beat most orc with his breath, When a challenger would arise he never wasted any time with formalities. Charoz would feint a move to force his opponents to lunge then over exposed Charoz would go for a vital spot the neck under arm or his favorite the knee. He like the knee because it kept his enemy from running and gave that nice crunch sound when he twisted his blade.
Charoz walked with his advisors of the various casts. There was Glig, a goblin who made a reputation by being fearless. When others would say it couldn't be done he would go. It helped that he was crazy even compared to other goblin. Glig would tunnel into a dwarven strong hold or under a lake. If another tribe came to challenge Glig would be sent to burn their supplies and their mounts. This little guy loved fire and had the scars to prove it. Glig would build bridges in the dark to sneak into forgotten strongholds in the under dark. These acts made Glig untouchable. He was given a orc guard more to keep an eye on him then for protection.
"I want you to take as munch timber as you can and start making spike pits in the outer regions bring trackers to mark the spots on map for later. Then Glig you are to build a war machine to kill humans. Go!" Glig gathered the goblin horde and went to tear apart the forest.
Charoz wen into the pits to see the shaman Gull. Gull was the overseer of the pit. He was a half orc with a milk eye. He ensured the captured live stock was tested in every conceivable way. He was close to a alchemical formula to enhance the tribe but he was missing a main ingredient, humans. He needed at least a village worth of them. They were hard to keep alive. Humans needed fresh water, kept separate from the other live stock, the only good thing was they would eat just about anything. The other thing Gull knew about humans was they were very clever. The women and men could breed smarter orc but these orc were weaker. So the need to cross breed them to other breeds first then those breeds to the orc. Unfortunately this often lead to the loss of orc volunteers or the loss of the human cleverness. Trying to gain the lizard folk tough hide was an utter failure. There was just chance that the cross mating would work. Like the chieftains daughter she was weaker but Gull had no doubt that she had the human gift. One of her sons were taken to the pit. While her other son would be allowed into the tribe as a test to see if he could survive then if those tests were positive he would mass breed. Gull was deep in thought when Charoz approached.
"Gull report."
"Everything is going well. I need more humans, the stock I had now was near death. Some had to be separated to other cages as they had secretly tried to increase their numbers. Those that are with child are sent to isolation until the birth is done then they will return to the main cage. The new ones are not good for anything so they are used for Worg food. The winter was hard on them. One of the humans started killing and eating others. We took him to the Worg cages for food. I need more for the new potion I am close but it will take more humans then I had and I want the mixture to be pure. They all must be used at the time of the creation. One human is not enough to guarantee the cleverness will spread to every orc in the tribe. If I had 2 humans for every orc, the potency will be sufficient. I made small batch of potion from the ones I had."
Gull handed over the putrid black liquid to Charoz. It smelled like rotten blood and was just as thick. There were some herbs and other things in the vile liquid as well. Charoz drank the entire cup in one swallow.
Charoz dropped the cup. His head felt like a hammer had struck it. His nose started to bleed as well as his eyes. Was this poison? He forced himself to his feet. Charoz clenched his hands into fists. The chieftain's strength would see him threw this. He stood there as the vile drink burned its way through his entire body. Charoz kept his gaze fixed on Gull. The pain subsided.
"How will I know it worked?"
"Give your blood time. By tonight you should know." Gull said confident. "I have done this myself to know exactly what this potion dose. This is the reason I know the more humans I can get the stronger the effect will be."
It had worked. "No. You will stop this. You will work on giving my tribe the one thing we truly need, more. You will breed more orcs. I will get you the humans and you will make a liquid that breeds them faster with orc blood. I will have a legion of half orc. Make them grow faster and I want this done now. You will make a potion that will give ogre strength to my worker cast. I want a troll. Send out your hunting pack. Get me a male troll from the swamps. My daughter will breed me a son I can be sure will survive for all time with this potion. Where is my daughter? Get her now."
The Grand chieftain walked through the ranks issuing orders and overseeing party groups. Charoz was not an ordinary orc. He was a successful experiment with a ogre male and a orc. This gave him a more solid body doubled over with muscles. Charoz easily was almost twice the mass of a regular orc. An advantage he used every second of his life. He was also an expert at waiting for his opponent to give him an opening in combat then he would use his immense strength to cripple his enemy with the first strike. The chieftain could beat most orc with his breath, When a challenger would arise he never wasted any time with formalities. Charoz would feint a move to force his opponents to lunge then over exposed Charoz would go for a vital spot the neck under arm or his favorite the knee. He like the knee because it kept his enemy from running and gave that nice crunch sound when he twisted his blade.
Charoz walked with his advisors of the various casts. There was Glig, a goblin who made a reputation by being fearless. When others would say it couldn't be done he would go. It helped that he was crazy even compared to other goblin. Glig would tunnel into a dwarven strong hold or under a lake. If another tribe came to challenge Glig would be sent to burn their supplies and their mounts. This little guy loved fire and had the scars to prove it. Glig would build bridges in the dark to sneak into forgotten strongholds in the under dark. These acts made Glig untouchable. He was given a orc guard more to keep an eye on him then for protection.
"I want you to take as munch timber as you can and start making spike pits in the outer regions bring trackers to mark the spots on map for later. Then Glig you are to build a war machine to kill humans. Go!" Glig gathered the goblin horde and went to tear apart the forest.
Charoz wen into the pits to see the shaman Gull. Gull was the overseer of the pit. He was a half orc with a milk eye. He ensured the captured live stock was tested in every conceivable way. He was close to a alchemical formula to enhance the tribe but he was missing a main ingredient, humans. He needed at least a village worth of them. They were hard to keep alive. Humans needed fresh water, kept separate from the other live stock, the only good thing was they would eat just about anything. The other thing Gull knew about humans was they were very clever. The women and men could breed smarter orc but these orc were weaker. So the need to cross breed them to other breeds first then those breeds to the orc. Unfortunately this often lead to the loss of orc volunteers or the loss of the human cleverness. Trying to gain the lizard folk tough hide was an utter failure. There was just chance that the cross mating would work. Like the chieftains daughter she was weaker but Gull had no doubt that she had the human gift. One of her sons were taken to the pit. While her other son would be allowed into the tribe as a test to see if he could survive then if those tests were positive he would mass breed. Gull was deep in thought when Charoz approached.
"Gull report."
"Everything is going well. I need more humans, the stock I had now was near death. Some had to be separated to other cages as they had secretly tried to increase their numbers. Those that are with child are sent to isolation until the birth is done then they will return to the main cage. The new ones are not good for anything so they are used for Worg food. The winter was hard on them. One of the humans started killing and eating others. We took him to the Worg cages for food. I need more for the new potion I am close but it will take more humans then I had and I want the mixture to be pure. They all must be used at the time of the creation. One human is not enough to guarantee the cleverness will spread to every orc in the tribe. If I had 2 humans for every orc, the potency will be sufficient. I made small batch of potion from the ones I had."
Gull handed over the putrid black liquid to Charoz. It smelled like rotten blood and was just as thick. There were some herbs and other things in the vile liquid as well. Charoz drank the entire cup in one swallow.
Charoz dropped the cup. His head felt like a hammer had struck it. His nose started to bleed as well as his eyes. Was this poison? He forced himself to his feet. Charoz clenched his hands into fists. The chieftain's strength would see him threw this. He stood there as the vile drink burned its way through his entire body. Charoz kept his gaze fixed on Gull. The pain subsided.
"How will I know it worked?"
"Give your blood time. By tonight you should know." Gull said confident. "I have done this myself to know exactly what this potion dose. This is the reason I know the more humans I can get the stronger the effect will be."
It had worked. "No. You will stop this. You will work on giving my tribe the one thing we truly need, more. You will breed more orcs. I will get you the humans and you will make a liquid that breeds them faster with orc blood. I will have a legion of half orc. Make them grow faster and I want this done now. You will make a potion that will give ogre strength to my worker cast. I want a troll. Send out your hunting pack. Get me a male troll from the swamps. My daughter will breed me a son I can be sure will survive for all time with this potion. Where is my daughter? Get her now."
Name: Errog of the steel claws Title: Warcheif Age:? Class: ranger/rouge
Biography: Not munch is known of this leader to the west. He has no set territory, his entire clan of 300+ braves are nomadic. The steel claws use hit and run tactics against the tribe. He raids other gnoll encampments to breed with their females and encourage fighters to join his clan. The Steel claws are known for their brutality and there tactics. Anything viewed as a food source is chased, flanked, and then eaten. He has often set up pit traps and lures a small group to their doom. There his braves stab them to death with spears. The pit is then set ablaze to cook the kill.
Biography: Not munch is known of this leader to the west. He has no set territory, his entire clan of 300+ braves are nomadic. The steel claws use hit and run tactics against the tribe. He raids other gnoll encampments to breed with their females and encourage fighters to join his clan. The Steel claws are known for their brutality and there tactics. Anything viewed as a food source is chased, flanked, and then eaten. He has often set up pit traps and lures a small group to their doom. There his braves stab them to death with spears. The pit is then set ablaze to cook the kill.
Name: Iganghi Rogth Title: Clan leader Race: Ogre mage Age: ?
Biography: Born by dark pacts. His upper body inscribed with runes of power. He was forged by the ogre shaman to be a leader of his people. The secret kept by his people was no ogre mage had ever happened naturally. He was show the way of combat and how to use his natural magics to gain the upper hand quickly. Whether it was one opponent or ten, he would use every advantage to claim victory. This was the only real choice in his life. The elder once said to him, "When you choose not to fight, you die."
Biography: Born by dark pacts. His upper body inscribed with runes of power. He was forged by the ogre shaman to be a leader of his people. The secret kept by his people was no ogre mage had ever happened naturally. He was show the way of combat and how to use his natural magics to gain the upper hand quickly. Whether it was one opponent or ten, he would use every advantage to claim victory. This was the only real choice in his life. The elder once said to him, "When you choose not to fight, you die."
The clan: Of the blue flame
There were many in Iganghi Rogth's clan but not enough to challenge the strength of the tribe. They had breed their learers with human stock. This created weaker but smarter orc. An all out assault would only weaken his position. Iganghi was a good tactician and he knew that strength was only part of victory. He did manage to bring a captured group of under dark goblins but they were more trouble to keep in line without his ogre brethren killing the occasional trouble maker. He needed the trolls to the south but they were barbarians with near immortal regeneration. If they could follow a leader they would be powerful allies. There was just one option left to him. He would need to bring the kolbods into his fold and breed strength into them. Iganghi stepped outside and inhaled the crisp air. He then heard the drums of the tribe to the far north. It was time he did the same." Sound the drums! Wake the clan! Stoke the fires! We go to war!" The Kolbolds were a small lot of raiders and stealth was there stock and trade. He would need that for the trolls. If they couldn't be tamed they would be chained and tortured into servitude. He would need at least 5 and outfit them in full spiked armor. Many would die in this attempt.
The Last Sword Horde
There are many tribes in the west, all with their own stake in the coming new year. Here on the western most peninsula of this continent surrounded by the safety of water on three sides is the tribe. The tribe you belong to covers a vast expanse of territory (tribes claim all the land they can see from the central tower constructed in the first days of the tribe), only delving underground for the winter to breed and protect the young until they can hold a blade. This tribe is less segregated then other tribes and as such is far larger and stronger then most of the other neighboring clans. This tribe is composed of orc, half orc, goblins, hobgoblins, half ogres, troll, worg, and breeding stock. Your tribe has 4 casts. The primary being the warrior cast, fighters, assassins, rangers, berserkers, rouges, and a inner circle of elite who rule until murdered by stronger, ambitious members. The secondary is the worker cast, mostly goblin and others too injured to fight. These workers tunnel, mine, raise various mounts and smith. This third class is shaman, they work at increasing the tribes power by whatever means necessary. Shaman are knowledgeable in cross breeding, herbalism, magic, and dark arts. The fourth cast is only necessary for one reason only, the breeding cast, they put tied down helpless creatures in with warriors at the orders of shaman trying to produce a new breeds of warriors. The breeding cast report to shaman on new, results. Spring is once again upon tribal lands in the west. The ground is still cold, and cool northern winds blow winter clouds. Soon drums will beat and war parties shall be sent out to gather new resources. Warrior cast begins the regiment of training, building atrophied muscles from being tucked away in the depths of the earth. The new young emerge with the rest already eager to test their bodies and earn scars for themselves. The goblin worker cast set out and begin to cut down more of local forest to be dragged into the pit.
Today the tribe readies for the upcoming months of raiding and scouting. Information and material gathered will force the tribe to focus on the rich parts of surrounding wilderness. Shaman paint power into leaders of each group and then paint scouts to blend into shadows. Warriors will stay with the tribe for now, training for future battles. Early spring groups are comprised of rangers, rouges, and sometimes a shaman. The leaders of the tribe begin at dusk shouting orders to the numerous groups over the drums warning the surrounding territory this tribe is strong, this tribe survived, we are ready.
Notes from the GM: Character creation will be as follows.
No superpowers or special abilities. Other races will be considered on a case by case basis. No character will be larger the an ogre. The ic will be for in game content, occ will be game mechanic questions, and of course "characters" will be for character creation. PM characters for approval.Name: Pic: Age: Class: with fighting style
Race:
Bio:
Motivation:
Skills: max of 12 you will gain more as you progress
personal equipment: weapons/necklace of teeth/armor/
There are many tribes in the west, all with their own stake in the coming new year. Here on the western most peninsula of this continent surrounded by the safety of water on three sides is the tribe. The tribe you belong to covers a vast expanse of territory (tribes claim all the land they can see from the central tower constructed in the first days of the tribe), only delving underground for the winter to breed and protect the young until they can hold a blade. This tribe is less segregated then other tribes and as such is far larger and stronger then most of the other neighboring clans. This tribe is composed of orc, half orc, goblins, hobgoblins, half ogres, troll, worg, and breeding stock. Your tribe has 4 casts. The primary being the warrior cast, fighters, assassins, rangers, berserkers, rouges, and a inner circle of elite who rule until murdered by stronger, ambitious members. The secondary is the worker cast, mostly goblin and others too injured to fight. These workers tunnel, mine, raise various mounts and smith. This third class is shaman, they work at increasing the tribes power by whatever means necessary. Shaman are knowledgeable in cross breeding, herbalism, magic, and dark arts. The fourth cast is only necessary for one reason only, the breeding cast, they put tied down helpless creatures in with warriors at the orders of shaman trying to produce a new breeds of warriors. The breeding cast report to shaman on new, results. Spring is once again upon tribal lands in the west. The ground is still cold, and cool northern winds blow winter clouds. Soon drums will beat and war parties shall be sent out to gather new resources. Warrior cast begins the regiment of training, building atrophied muscles from being tucked away in the depths of the earth. The new young emerge with the rest already eager to test their bodies and earn scars for themselves. The goblin worker cast set out and begin to cut down more of local forest to be dragged into the pit.
Today the tribe readies for the upcoming months of raiding and scouting. Information and material gathered will force the tribe to focus on the rich parts of surrounding wilderness. Shaman paint power into leaders of each group and then paint scouts to blend into shadows. Warriors will stay with the tribe for now, training for future battles. Early spring groups are comprised of rangers, rouges, and sometimes a shaman. The leaders of the tribe begin at dusk shouting orders to the numerous groups over the drums warning the surrounding territory this tribe is strong, this tribe survived, we are ready.
Notes from the GM: Character creation will be as follows.
No superpowers or special abilities. Other races will be considered on a case by case basis. No character will be larger the an ogre. The ic will be for in game content, occ will be game mechanic questions, and of course "characters" will be for character creation. PM characters for approval.Name: Pic: Age: Class: with fighting style
Race:
Bio:
Motivation:
Skills: max of 12 you will gain more as you progress
personal equipment: weapons/necklace of teeth/armor/
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