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unsurprisingly, I have totally lost track of how the system works anymore. I'll figure out the mechanics in a bit. In the meantime, it'll be quite straightforward Mana + spell cost
Conviction roll:
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15 vs 13
Success!
Subtly channeling her magic to her words, the dimwitted orcs failed to notice it. 'Roight.... dat makes sense...' Redskull said, rubbing his chin. 'Dese ere marks don't really tell us much,' he said, examining the mark glowing on his hands. Shaped like an eye bleeding blood, the flowers surrounding the mark were dull, with only a dull red glow on the mark. 'Zoggin thing was itching roight nasty jus now, and redder than a humies face when you rip off 'is skin!'
'Boss, we want them pointies?' inquired the orc with the dented skull. 'Oi think sumfink be wrong.... like, why them horsies with the pointy ladies be running away if the horsy ladies is right here?'
For his troubles, the orc received another club on top of his head by Redskull. 'Wot'd oi tell you bout bein all smarty talky?' the massive orc barked, smacking the orcs skull again. 'Am I gonna haf to knock down every new zoggin brain you grow?!'
All the other orcs murmured their approval of such an action. 'Orcs is meant for fightin and dyin!' said another warg rider, looking disapprovingly at his overly intelligent friend.
'And FUCKIN!' yelled one of the smaller orcs, a jittery looking fellow astride the biggest warg - maybe for overcompensation. Redskull sighed, but a cheer went up the rest of the orcs.
'Tell you what, horseys,' Redskull said after a second. 'Oi don't really know what appened ere, but seems like youse did good and stopped....well, wotever happened. Leave it to me, oi don't want no pointy with us. Snooty bitches keep talking about how orcs are good only as food for them doggies of theirs..... makes us feel in the mood for a good krumpin!'
'KRUMP! KRUMP! KRUMP!' yelled a pair of orcs, waving their weapons up in the air. Behind Ariene, Breanne and Sylanna both started sighing, out of relief or disappointment, still uncertain.
'Roight, ya, a good krumpin,' Redskull said, eyeing the three elven girls strapped underneath skittish horses. 'We'll take them off your hands, then youse can take yer sacrifices back yerself.'
A cough from the smart orc caught everyones attention. 'Mebbe dem horseys want the pointies for themselves boss,' the smart orc said, directing his words to Redskull but looking at the three women through swollene yes. 'Mebbe.... if the horsies want the pointies, we can krump wif da horsey ladies insteads, eh?'
'Always more fun to krump someone who's into it!' laughs Redskull, eyeing the three undercover Vigothians. 'But krumpin a pointy is real fun as well!' Suddenly it became clear that 'krump' had more than one meaning....