The party wanders into the orcish hills and finds a dolmen ring where the first burial site might be. As luck would have it, there are a bunch of orcs from two tribes there, the Iron Teeth, and the We Don’t Know. We introduce ourselves, and get told to sit in the corner.
Throughout this session, Brog entertains the party with stories of the orcs’ rich local traditions.
So, the party lights a big bonfire that attracts two (or so) more tribes to the site. Vasilisa casts the ritual comprehend languages, and figures out that the orcs are going to hunt us down in the morning. Brog says it’s quite the honor. This sounds like no fun at all to Harmattan, and we start a big fight. After beating about a dozen orcs, all the orcs stop what they are doing and stare at us, exeunt.
I have no idea what to say here at this point, but here are some options
- Preeeesentinnnng, the King of the World! Ta~Da!
- Who wants to join the army?
- The aristocrats!