A new notice has appeared overnight all around Sigil as if by magic. One witness who happened to have the ability to see invisible people claimed a human sized humanoid wearing black was doing it, but they were drunk at the time so the report was not taken very seriously.
The note reads:
Calling all true Orcs
WANTED
Dead or Deader
Dere iz new orc in town. Tinks himself clever fooker. Callz himself Hrothagar or someting like this. Doez not talk like Orc but talk like elf.
Wanted for:
*** blocking
Pretending to be Orcblood
Rebel and ana anarc cauzing a bloody mess
Lookz like dis.
((artistic impression of the Orc here))
Reward: 10000 jink on proof of killz.
By order of Vorgazar - Clan Chief of ALL Orcs in Sigil
Notices appearing around Sigil
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*Loki_999
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Later that night a tired but happy Karol returns to his residence.
Chuckling to himself he thinks about what good job he has done with the posters. He took special care with the handwriting, obtaining a copy of some random Orc handwriting... who knew that Orcs could even write! The artistic likeness was particularly well crafted taking all of his limited skills as an artist to achieve something that both looked like the Orc and amateurish at the same time.
"Either that bloody Orc Wizard will get maced by the first Orc thug that sees him, or Vorgazar is going to end up in deep shit with the authorities... with luck, both will happen. Its a win-win situation. Just hope there are enough Orcs are around that can read or have someone read for them"
With that he casts a web spell in the form of a hammock and goes to sleep on it, dreaming strangely enough about rabbits... white fluffy rabbits...
Chuckling to himself he thinks about what good job he has done with the posters. He took special care with the handwriting, obtaining a copy of some random Orc handwriting... who knew that Orcs could even write! The artistic likeness was particularly well crafted taking all of his limited skills as an artist to achieve something that both looked like the Orc and amateurish at the same time.
"Either that bloody Orc Wizard will get maced by the first Orc thug that sees him, or Vorgazar is going to end up in deep shit with the authorities... with luck, both will happen. Its a win-win situation. Just hope there are enough Orcs are around that can read or have someone read for them"
With that he casts a web spell in the form of a hammock and goes to sleep on it, dreaming strangely enough about rabbits... white fluffy rabbits...
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*Lutemasta
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Jiro looks at the note
mhmmhm..
"10,000 Jinks? Fock yeah Im getting that bounty!!!"
He walks of looking at his blade smirking evil..
mhmmhm..
"10,000 Jinks? Fock yeah Im getting that bounty!!!"
He walks of looking at his blade smirking evil..
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*Darkrob
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Shard looks the paper over once or twice and then crumples it up and tosses it into a puddle on his way through the Hive.
"Hardly", he mumbles in Orcish as he pushes a beggar out of his way, causing the poor fellow to fall into a polluted ditch... The gray Orc mage did not stop to help him out and continued on his way.
"I've seen enough of Vorgazar to know he would not call all *true* orcs. The half breed would simply call all orcs in general. Either our half breed chieftain has grown overly choosy or he didn't write this. Either way... not my problem"
He heads for the sewers and makes his way to the comforting dark of UnderSigil Village. A great place for a Gray Orc to dwell...
"Hardly", he mumbles in Orcish as he pushes a beggar out of his way, causing the poor fellow to fall into a polluted ditch... The gray Orc mage did not stop to help him out and continued on his way.
"I've seen enough of Vorgazar to know he would not call all *true* orcs. The half breed would simply call all orcs in general. Either our half breed chieftain has grown overly choosy or he didn't write this. Either way... not my problem"
He heads for the sewers and makes his way to the comforting dark of UnderSigil Village. A great place for a Gray Orc to dwell...
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*Chevette
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Vorgazelle spots a poster and snorts.
"Dis is da dumbest fookin fake is ever saw!"
She amuses herself by drawing a mustache on the face of the "wanted" orc using some bodily fluid probably best not thought about. She changes some of the wording so it implies the "wanted" orc is wanted for much boshnagz, and then she laughs gruffly and wanders off.
Later, she's seen heading off to the inn with the orc in the poster. Nobody really wants to know what happened after that.
"Dis is da dumbest fookin fake is ever saw!"
She amuses herself by drawing a mustache on the face of the "wanted" orc using some bodily fluid probably best not thought about. She changes some of the wording so it implies the "wanted" orc is wanted for much boshnagz, and then she laughs gruffly and wanders off.
Later, she's seen heading off to the inn with the orc in the poster. Nobody really wants to know what happened after that.
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*Cenpuppie
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Waaban stops and looks over a poster. Grunting, he takes it down, reads it again, then gives another grunt as he crumbles it up.
"This Vorgazar is no War Chief over all of us. But then again.." He rubs his chin, then nods as he continues his way to the gymnasium.
"This Vorgazar is no War Chief over all of us. But then again.." He rubs his chin, then nods as he continues his way to the gymnasium.
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*Loki_999
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Karol wakes and goes out into the city.
With luck there will be the remains of a an orc wizard splattered all over Khazeet's bar... but no!
The posters that he had spent half the night putting up were either missing, torn down and shredded, and even one which had been drawn over with some sort of *he tastes and almost vomits* mucus.
Disappointed with the results of his plan he moves on about his business. At least nothing can be traced back to him.
"Will no one rid me of this turbulent wizard?" thinks Karol ((as a random particle of inspiration flying through the multiverse hits his cerebal cortex, and in another universe a priest destined to die goes on to live)).
"I need a new approach...." and wanders on... plotting, plotting, evilly plotting...
With luck there will be the remains of a an orc wizard splattered all over Khazeet's bar... but no!
The posters that he had spent half the night putting up were either missing, torn down and shredded, and even one which had been drawn over with some sort of *he tastes and almost vomits* mucus.
Disappointed with the results of his plan he moves on about his business. At least nothing can be traced back to him.
"Will no one rid me of this turbulent wizard?" thinks Karol ((as a random particle of inspiration flying through the multiverse hits his cerebal cortex, and in another universe a priest destined to die goes on to live)).
"I need a new approach...." and wanders on... plotting, plotting, evilly plotting...