Logged Nov. 17, 1997
Logged and Edited by Qarkaash
Titled=Morath's disgrace
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Player Characters-
Qarkaash - Raven Scout of Isengard
Morath - Cavalry-Scout of the Raven Cavalry of Isengard
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Synopsis-
Morath has let his clan down in Moria and tries to make Qarkaash
help him avoid the inevitable, being a death by torture from the
High Inquisitor.
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Inn of the White Wolf
You find your self in a really large chamber, whose walls are
covered with masonry unlike what is found in the rest of the
tunnels. Exquisite banners and tapestries hang from the walls,
including one depicting a star shaped island with a white tree at
its center. It seems that the decor here is made up of items
swiped from the tower and fortress above-ground, but are mostly
varnished or tattered. There is a large sweeping set of steps
which rise from the walls in the north of the room. Various other
tunnels and doorways lead off into different areas, and are each
marked with a symbol of some sort: a Wolf, a Raven, and a Hammer.
A wooden door leads off into the private room, which is open to
be used by orcs for conferences or anything they wish to discuss
in private.
Bram, the barkeep and owner of the inn, stands behind the
mahagony bar, smiling a half-smile while he cleans some glasses.
He is of seemingly half-race, most likely half Orc and half Man.
He nods to you as you look around.
The door to the raven areas suddenly bursts open and from the
dark hole left after the door you see a rather small Uruk-Hai
emerge. As he enters he looks around eyeing first the tables and
then bar he nods to the barkeep and and moves to a table in the
darker areas of the Inn. He casts aside his cloak and waves with
a thin yet muscular arm, "Barkeep! Ale!" after doing this he
leans his head backwards and closes his eyes.
At the common Raven table sits a short and broadshouldered Uruk,
with a grim expression on his rough face. He's eyeing all the
other people thoroughly in the place as he sips on a mug of blood
wine, and his eyebrows are slightly twinkled in a frown. Morath
scratches the back of his head with a gnarled hand, but stops in
the midst of the movement as he sees the other Raven warrior
enter the room. The Uruk straightens up on his chair quickly and
keeps glancing a little worriedly at the other one.
As the barkeep comes up to Qarkaash's table he nervously sets
down the mug of ale and quickly moves away. Qarkaash takes a deep
gulp and smiles savouring the taste, "Nothin like the ale of the
White wolf, or what do you say fellow raven?"
At this moment, small sweat pearls have started appearing on
Morath's forehead, and when he hears the other warrior adress
him, he turns around quickly as the flash, and replies nervously,
"Well...it iz good I guess...". He finishes his mug of wine, and
wipes the sweat off his face with a dirty sleeve.
The elder Raven now sees the sweat pearls on the Uruk's face, as
he does so his smile broadens and his eyes start to gleam. He
downs the rest of the ale in one single gulp and as he raises to
his feet he wipes his mouth with a piece of cloth laying on the
table. Qarkaash takes a few quick strides towards the Uruk's
table and before the Uruk has realized Qarkaash has even moved he
stands at his table leaning frward over Mortah, "What are you
nervous about? What have you done that has made you so scared? No
Uruk of the Raven-clan should show his fear like that!"
Morath coughs loudly; a deep and grotesque sound. He looks the
greater Uruk right in his eyes, and manages to say, "I hope you
won't say thiz to da High Inquizitor!". He starts chewing
nervously at his long fingernails, but replies after a while, "Az
you might know, I waz on a mission to da caves of Moria! My task
waz ta send a message of important nature to one of da Uruk-Hai's
there...". He slams his fist in the table, "I sent a Snaga to
deliver da message, bat then the other Uruks chazed me out of da
cavez!". He sighs loudly, "And now when da High Inquisitor getz
ta know dat I have come back empty-handed...". He leaves the
sentence hanging in the air, hoping that the other Raven warrior
will understand.
Qarkaash laughs, "Sending a snaga on a mission like that!"
continues to laugh with his terrible voice for what to you seems
like minutes. "Even when I was young I'd never send a snaga on a
mission that required intalligence! I am talking to a dead man
here. Lemme hear your last words!"
Morath's hands starts shaking uncontrollably, and he bangs his
head in the table, "But they kicked me out of there! I had no
other choize than to send da Snaga!". He looks back at Qarkaash
again, with fear in his eyes, "You must help me!". He rises to
his feet, "Help me fight da High Inquisitor!". He stares with
hopefull yellow eyes at the other one.
Qarkaash moves away laughing, his eyes almost looking insane.
"Should I help _you_ fight the High inquisitor?! I help you! You
filthy little pig, trying to be a warrior and sending a snaga to
do your mission. You am the biggest coward I have seen since my
brother was so afraid of killing our father I had to do it
myself." Qarkaash is starting to look real angry now, "Barkeep!
Ale! I need something to cool me down, we have a coward in da
clan!"
Morath lets out a long sigh, and stares down at the floor. His
dishonor is total. He mumbles, "Then I will just face him and
tell him the truth.". He sighs again and looks up with depressed
eyes, "Maybe he will be mercyful...".
Qarkaash ignores the Uruk's words and gets his ale. He downs it
quickly in a few gulps and moves to the door with a raven carved
into it.
(End of Log)
