RP:To Become the Orc Chief

Gualon Grogshop

Music from a flautist sitting in the corner greets your ears as you enter. The smell of old and new liquor rushes into your face, making you reel for a few seconds. The bar to your West is an enormous hunk of wood carved out of what looks to be a tree from the swamp North of here, and has been sanded and buffed to a glossy shine. High stools stand in front of it, occupied or waiting for an occupant. The main floor area is taken up by small tables on which card games are being played. This seems like a nice place and you stay for a drink or two. When you leave here your choices are North, to Gualon Way; or South, to Arena Avenue.

You can buy items here.

Grargh is here.

Kurlurk was already inside the Grogshop. A bloodied mess was upon the floor where what may have once been a fermin had been killed and slightly devoured on by the surrounding Orc. Kurlurk now sat on a stool, wondering who would be the next to try for his bounty.

Tristram ducked inside the pub to avoid an evening shower, complete with the mildly acidic rain drawn from the surrounding swamps. He tousled a street urchin's hair on his way in and set a path for the bar. Catching sight of the people's champion, the saurian governor turned his direction, clapped him on the back, and took a seat next to him. Grargh brought him a glass of scotch, private reserve, a minute later, and Tristram stayed the barkeep to ask the orc, "Drink, Kurlurk?"

Kurlurk would turn ready for a fight, perhaps the Orc traitor for he was the only one that would be able to get past the other Orc in the room. However, when his eyes would fall on the Saurian he would understand and calm himself. Still he was trying to get used to seeing those that werent who they really are, the faded image of a Black Dragon was cloaked over his true form. The rune on his eye was constantly glowing, although from behind the eye patch one would not know unless he removed it. When he would be asked to drink he would nod as he belched and picked up the drink he already had, an ale. "Kurlurk want talk to Gualon Head." he would say after a moment and once the ale was gone from his glass.

Tristram nodded to Grargh, who was sent after another ale for the orc. The dragon stretched and laced his fingers behind his head, each gesture deliberate and conveying both respect and dominance. "Here I am. Gualon Head wants to talk to Kurlurk too." He took a swig from his tumbler and set it down, nodded to a passing orc.

Kurlurk would hesitate a moment, confused or curious, or perhaps confused because he was curious. "Why Gualon head want talk with Orc?" he of course had been referring to himself and once the Ale was brought to him he would take a swig.

Tristram said to you, "I understand that you've decided to make an alliance with the dragon known as Jaegar. Is this true? And that you've given him asylum within Gualon?"

Terra had checked the usual spots for the Gualon Head and this was just a last attempt before she would head out of town. Turned out to be successful and so she entered, waved towards the orc and Tristram. It's not so much a greeting but a silent question - was it okay to intrude?

Kurlurk would nod, though he only half understood the dragons words. "Me help protect Jeagar, he helped protect Gualon. Drake friend."

Tristram gestured the elf in, and aside from Kurlurk's band of raiders, any others knew she was off limits in every regard. His posture was poised for action, rigid, just in case. With one eye on Terra and the other on his scotch and getting a refill, he answered Kurlurk. "Your alliances are your own, friend. But do not offer Gualon's without asking me first." He sounded horribly stern, but he didn't know how else to put it so that the orc would understand. "He could be dangerous for Gualon. For our people. Ask first." He ruffled a hand through his hair, and sighed between lips that thinned when scotch was immediately forthcoming. "What did you want to see me about, Kurlurk?"

Kurlurk would nod and scratch his head absentmindedly as he was often found doing in conversation. "Kurlurk sorry, and me want talk about...uh," he would hesitate for about a minute then suddenly remember, "Orc Chief, that be it!" He was excited that he had remembered on his own. "Me want be Orc Chief, train Orc Army, better protect Gualon." The position was a simple one, only making him head of the orc, and not the entire of Gualon. Tristram would be above him still but Kurlurk would not care, he only wanted to to better train his kind, and lead them as needed. Besides, he was easier to find than that of Tristram.

Terra accepted the invite and dropped on a stool on the other side of the saurian. A look over what was offered prompted her to say, "Beer, please" because it's the lesser of all evils. The new scenery is enough to keep her distracted while the other two talk business, to which she shamelessly eavesdropped on.

Tristram said to you, "I'm going to need a demonstration that you can keep them in line before I agree to such a thing. Gualon was open for trade, and more trade routes were being established when I left. I can't have your orcs attacking tax paying citizens and caravans of trade whenever they feel like it."

Kurlurk would think and then reply. "Me do that, Me protect Gualon's citizens. Me teach Orc brothers to protect and not eat them. Orc listen to Kurlurk, obey me because of Arena fights."

Tristram said to you, "Show me you can do this, and you shall be chief of them all. Perhaps of all the orcs in the land, Kurlurk. Protect our brothers and our children."

Kurlurk would smile, as much as an Orc could anyway, and drink what was left of his Ale with a single tilt of his mug. "Me do that, Orc shows you." already he had a thought or two in his head on how he could prove to Tristram that he could hold the office well. These thoughts were good, and he was proud for thinking them up, even if it was with the help of the Shaman that follow him. He only hoped he would not forget said ideas. He would stand now and nod towards each other person before going to the center of the room where his cave imp had been teasing a couple other orcs because of their stupidity. "Fastfood write this!" he would command and the Imp would do so, not out of fear for the orc, but because he always found the orc and his doings interesting enough to obey. Kurlurk would tell him what to write, and once it was done he would have him write more of the same letters. taking the many pieces of now folded parchment he would hand several to each of his orc Raiders. "Take these to Orc Homes. Me talk with Orc of Gualon."

pub *written by that of a Cave Imp* Meeting called for all Orc of Gualon. To meet at the once town Hall. 3pm. ~Your Champion

Tristram watched the cave imp with an equal amount of curiosity. Clever thing. He held his glass up to Kurlurk and called a hearty, "Cheers, Kurlurk," before the orc could depart entirely. The weary politician stood and made his way toward the elf, over whom he'd casually hover and try not to give away her cards.

Kurlurk would turn and nod before roaring in a way that only an Orc could while beating his chest, then he would exit.