RP:Looting the Empty Room
Awne had taken to wandering again. Anything to get her mind off of the stupid cast thing on her ankle, damn thing. She had somehow found her way through gualon, she wasn't really sure how but it was rather nice in a sort of rundown deserted sort of way. Moving up the path she came across a quaint little room, empty but the artifacts were quite interesting to look through.
Gorkall sniffed the air lightly and jerked his head to the entrance of the empty room. The Ogre's Dull-Grey eyes reflecting the pale light of his copper candle stick as he glared to the newcomer from beneath a helm of pure dragon bone. The strangely dressed Ogre focused through the darkness of the room and was able to make out the appearance of the strange. It was that foolish healer that had caused him so much pain. It had been about a week since his last encounter with the woman and his eyes had begun to heal nicely. A wicked smile smeared his complexion as spiked teeth shown bright with dried blood and human flesh dangled from his face and the demon maw that held his jaw in place. His voice cracked through the dark area to the healer. "What do we have here then? A lost little kitty?" Moving closer the floor board creaked as Gorkall lay down his bag of artifacts that he had been looting from this place. As he got closer to Awne his left eye twitched lightly as he held the candle near her face to get a better look. "It's been a while 'asn't it kitty? Tell me, You wouldn't be interested in... making a donation to your favorite green-skin would'ja?" The laugh that now echoed beneath the deep voice of the beast was unpleasing as it reflected from the walls of the room as he stared deep into the healer.
Awne turned with a gasp at the voice, tail twitching and ears flat against her head she watched; he had changed...he looked...he looked like his brothers for sure, the ones that hunted anything and didn't care..at least..that's what the old books said, she was still reading. Gulping faintly she takes a step back, her neck was still healing from his grip the bruises bright purple and black. "S...Sirr ogrre.." she says softly "i..I didn't know you werre herre..um..what...what do you mean donation?" something about him now, set her on edge, made her more nervous than she thought she would ever be.
Gorkall tilted his head to the side as Awne stepped back. Taking two steps towards the feline to re-close the distance he cackled in a maniac type of laughter. "What do you mean, What do I mean? A donation lass." Gorkall raised his right hand, the Guardians bracer that hung to his flesh tightly glowing faintly as he pointed to Awnes' coin purse. "A donation. The flesh of filthy 'umans isn't free ya know? Well.. It is but... Most people... Frown on how we go about getting ours." The Dragon Skull helmet and demonic maw that held place on Gorkall covered most of his facial features but his eyes could be seen easily and his lips as well. He looked beaten, tired and crazed. Though his mind was still intact, he had simply seen better times.
Awne took pause to blink at him, the faint light allowing her eyes to finally adjust to see him better. "Goddess bless..." she mumbles softly, her eyes widdening, what had happened to him...could this really have been from just his fight with her husband? is it that possible? "S...sirr ogrre..." she whispers softly, taking a step towards him "what's happened to you?" maternal and healing instinct over powered her flight or fight mode in her mind.
Gorkall grew confused by Awnes words. Why did she continue to change the subject. He was the one to take a step backwards this time and waves the candle stick in an arc between the healer and himself. As if he was trying to ward her away with the flame. "The hell are you talkin' 'bout girly!? You gonna' be makin' a donation or not!?" His visage dropped deeper as a scowl took place and he readied to move back to looting the artifacts.
Awne pauses and looks to her purse, taking it from her pocket she grabs hold of his non-candle weilding hand and moves some of the contents into it. he could count it if he wanted, 2k gold coins to his hand. Though that same hand that took his moves up to his cheek gently "I'm sorrrry...forr everrything that's happened...please...tell me what I can do to help you..I can cook; I can season yourr meat forr you, give you herrbs, potions, heal yourr people..anything!"
Awne gave 2000 gold to you.
Gorkall let his dulled eyes jerk from Awnes to the gold a few times and a crooked smile formed revealing his decaying spiked teeth once more. The green-skin laughing as he dropped the coins into his own pouch which was rather small at the moment. As Awne's hand ran up his cheek he simply chuckled as he kneeled down to look face to face with the feline. His voice was quiet, cracked and rasp. "You needn't do a thing for me kitten. I've got myself taken care of. Also, I hope you don't think this donation goes towards your husbands bail once I get a hold of him." Gorkall grinned as he leaned into Awnes ear and spoke in a near whisper. "That Dragon will pay for what he did to me. Gamorg will not be so easily dishonored. Your quite the lucky one really, to have one with a heart like his. Karma will be on his side... This time." The Ogre rose back to his feet and turned away from Awne and began picking more of the random artifacts off the floor and walls speaking back to the woman. "My men are nearly to your house at this very hour. Og is leading the caravan in fact. It should make for a fun time if he decides to fight again." Turning back to Awne Gorkall held out his copper-candle to her. " 'old this for a minute, won'tcha?"
Awne looks sadly to him, she knew it wouldn't go for it, but he looked as though he might need the gold. Mewling faintly she takes the candlestick, holding it for him though she watches him curiously. "I had not..but..h..how much will be needed to frree him?" she asks softly. tilting her head faintly "can't I..can't I take his sentence? orr..something? do something to make his time shorrterr?"
Gorkall squinted his eyes through the faint candle light as he rummaged through the goods, placing what looked good in his sack and tossing those that didn't to the side. Awnes' words were heard but ignored for a few seconds until Gorkall had finished one section of the room. He raised up and began walking to the other side grabbing random swords and daggers from the walls. He raised a gauntlet-plated hand and beckoned her to follow with the light. "I 'aven't decided on the amount of goldens that will be needed to free your 'usband yet. Og tells me the blimey bastard put forty thousand on my head and the way I figure it, I could make the same off of him. Though as said, I'm not sure yet." Gorkall rummaged through some goods and picks up a rather nasty looking piece of medical looking tube that had some white liquid inside. The Ogre sniffed it before tossing it to the side. A light slap echoing through the building as he continued to dig. " 'ell no you can't. You cocky little boy-toy made it well clear that you were the reason he came to Gamorg, and I ain't willing to take up a fight with him alone again until I'm damn well ready. So I'm keeping the provocative low. You can keep his side of the bed warm until he gets freed if you want to help." Gorkall could only find a few more items before he sighed and rose to look around. His eyes lighting up as he quickly jogged over to a large portrait of an old Orc of Gualon that had "Kurlurk" inscribed at the bottom. He dismounted it from the wall and tied a belt around it before fastening the item to his back.
Awne frowns faintly as she watches and follows him; rather like some pet kitten she was sure someone might try to make of this, but she ignored her own thought of it to listen "if it's my fault then ..well.." she sighs "he came afterr you because you hurrt me, if I offerred to do anything to save him he's be upset and still come again to gain rrevenge." she shakes her head "I'm sorrrry.." she says softly; tail flicking she looks over to the painting as he takes it with a frown "shouldn't...you not be doing this? won't someone be looking forr these things sometime laterr?"
Gorkall held his jagged tongue. He bit into it with his feral teeth and ripped the meat allowing some blood to begin to seep slowly into his maw. He wouldn't let this woman get to him again, He wasn't ready to battle the dragon again and he was already so close to imprisoning the beast there was no cause to blow it. He seemed to ignore her final question as well as he spotted one more corner of loot that had been left untouched. He moved over to it quickly and smiled as he saw a beautiful jeweled dagger there. "Ooh. Shiny." The green-skin grabbed the tiny blade and smiled to it. Some of the blood dripping from his mouth to meet the steel as he pocketed it. Tying off his bag tightly the Ogre tossed it over his shoulder and fastened it to a strap. He was now rather loaded down and done with his looting on this eve he turned back to Awne and held out his hand for the Copper Candle. "Well, I do believe that's all I'll be needing here tonight. Now, If there is nothing else you'll be needing from me, I'll be on my jolly way." His voice cracked as he spoke and some blood went flying with saliva in his lisp and could very well collide with Awnes face if she remained motionless. His voice was sarcastic as he knew the feline would offer some meaningless words or advice and try to harm him yet again to get her husband in a right of war against Gorkall.
Awne had glanced back the weird slap, a bit belated but she hadn't exactly been paing much attention. Frowning at it she idly moves to it, sniffing from a safe distance; even from there she wrinkles her nose and moves away, turning back to the ogre at his words and the load of loot. She sighs softly but hands him the candle stick "Isn't therre anything that can be done? peacefully even? something?? He won't go afterr you if you and I don't end up fighting!" She frowns as she watches him "what about yourr god...I mean...he likes fighting I know but...but would he want this? have you turrned yourr back completely? maybe that was all a test!"
Gorkall burst into a fit of laughter at Awne and shakes his head as he heads toward the exit door of the empty room. "Your a 'ute one kitten. A fool, but 'ute." The Ogre gives the woman one final glance from beneath the helmet of Bone before making his way to the south heading back to his hut to store his new found loot.
Awne followed him to the door, watching him go with a frown she sighs "I'm not a fool!" she calls after him "I'm just...good naturred?" she sighs and shakes her head. flopping to sit on the ground, "what now.."
You continued on his way. His laughter echoing through the midnight streets of Gualon. The large figure faded from the light of the moon into a shadowed horizon.