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Tuc-Kal

The town of Tuc-Kal is an Orcan Riverport. It is the primary trading post for inhabitants of the Saghane Swamp. The town is a ramshackle collection of huts built on hassocks slightly elevated above the mire. A few larger structures rest of crooked pilings sunk deep into the muck. During drier seasons the town is more mud than open water, but during rains and floods the water often encroaches on the elevated walkways and even into the dwellings and businesses.


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From: The Drowning Mermaid

The elfmaid emerged from the tavern in the company of the large monk. Given that, unless one preferred to wade through the muck, walking around Tuc-Kal meant often balancing on rather unstable catwalks or narrow muddy paths, the inebriated seamstress often found herself placing a steadying hand on Rigel to catch herself from stumbling into the mire.

She took note of the man’s generosity and humbleness as the pair made frequent stops while Rigel showed kindness to the least of Tuc-Kal’s denizens, gifting coin, performing minor magicks, and praying to Faran. He is certainly an admirable witness to his god. The elfmaid thought to herself. She had never spent time in the company of a holy man before, and she was impressed--perhaps a bit over-impressed due to the effects of her morning indulgences--at the reality of Rigel’s behavior, juxtaposed against her previous impression of holy persons, which came mostly from ribald jokes and tavern conversations.

I see. And now it seems she’s detailed yew to accompany me to Liathildor.” Faan replied, when Rigel explained the circumstances of his presence aboard The Whale King. “Well, I certainly intend to do no harm on my way to Ufaeria, so I hope I can keep Blackwing’s promise to yew.” The drink made Faan a bit less circumspect than usual, so she continued to say what she might otherwise have kept internalized. “Yer witness to Faran is admirable, Rigel. It is… nice… to see someone do good works for the sole purpose of their good.” In fact, it made Faan--at least inebriated Faan--feel a little embarrassed of her own shortness of charity during her travels.

Then again, charity from the Elfmaid, when on the Lorimar or at sea, had oft been mistook for weakness. Rigel’s sword, and the heftiness of the man who carried it, likely did not allow his own generosity to be so mistaken. 


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The pair of Green Orcs seemed to go a different direction upon leaving the Mermaid. However, when Rigel and Faan turned a corner, they found the same two from the tavern blocking the way before them.

“Yew. Trade. Woman.” One of the two grunted, pointing at Faan.


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Rigel stopped as turned the corner and two Orcs from the tavern stood before them. He recognized them from the inn but only as part of the background.  He smiled pleasantly at them.  "Greetings Gentlemen"

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Taking her cue from Rigel, Faan curtseyed slightly to the Orc. “Why, yes, I am a tradeswoman. I make clothing.” At least, she hoped she had inferred the correct meaning from the Orc’s broken common.


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Yew have…” Here the greenskin paused, trying to find the right word in the common tongue. “...stuff. Need carry.” He pointed at Rigel with a sneer. “Him too weak. Stuff big. Me see.” 


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Well, how about that? Were these two offering to help her move her wares? That was serendipitous. Faan still had no idea how she was to shift her trunk through the underneath. The way Blackwing had described the journey, it did not sound like something manageable by horse and cart. 

Now here she had two helpful businessorcs volunteering to help solve her problem. Try getting that in Hunt’s end. She scoffed, internally. 

Maybe her estimation of Tuc-Kal was not so fair after all. Last time they had been beset by brigands between the tavern and the docks, true, but Faan had not been in attendance to see what her companions had done to spark the Orc’s ire. Her Sylvan escort had not been himself at the time, and that might have played a large part in the local’s violent reception. 

“I do, indeed, have ‘stuff’ to carry. Are you volunteering?” Faan asked with equanimity. Her shop was not profitable because the elfmaid running it was a poor negotiator, and she was careful not to show too much interest in what services these two might have to sell, even while she was still tipsy.


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The greenskin’s expression darkened. “Orc not carry Elfy stuff!” He growled. “That dum Goblin wurk. Know goblin… place. Take yew there.”


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Ordinarily, two hulking Orcs offering to take the slight elfmaid to a “goblin place” would not have been something Faan would contemplate. However, she still was feeling quite charitable toward the Orcan trading village, confident with Rigel near to hand, and also rather less inhibited than usual thanks to the scotch, so she gave the matter consideration, asking her companion his opinion. “Rigel, I do have a large load of wares to transport through the Underneath. I do not think the path we will take is suitable for horse and cart. I’ve seen Goblin porters doing such sherpa work in Botherel and even El-Hazir. I think these fellows are working for a Goblin broker. Should we follow them?” She asked.

As she said, Faan had seen the semi-sentient common goblins used as beasts of burden to carry heavy loads, usually in massed groups of six or more. Sometimes with a handler, and sometimes seeming under their own autonomy. She had no idea of the whys and wherefores of goblin herding beyond these passing glances, but she was certainly willing to learn.

At the same time, this was not Faan’s first rodeo. She knew she was a bit uninhibited at the moment, and that this seemingly-good idea could be a trap or otherwise lead to unpleasantness. Rigel, for his morning’s indulgences, seemed as steady as a rock, and she decided she could trust his judgement in this case, perhaps even more than her own. “I’m glad yer here with me.” She whispered to the monk, on a whim.


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Rigel looked to the two orcs and smiled broadly.  "Thank you my friends,  a most generous offer!  The lady is feeling a tad off  so if you were to bring them to the Mermaid we would be more  appreciative.  A truly generous offer thank you!"  

He had no idea if his gambit would work but Rigel hoped so.  He did not trust the motivations of the green skins so their story was equally suspect.  He looked each up and down noting their stance, each seemed ready to move quickly, one was positioned for a quick left move while the other was positioned to break right.  It appeared both were dominant with their right has though the one on the left less so than his partner.  At least they knew how to fight as a team.

Rigel took a step to his left and turned toward the Lady Wuu’Faan Liewuun.  This looked like a chivalrous gesture but would in reality put both of the greenskins off center should they attack.  While he was turned he surreptitiously undid the snap that held his bolo in place, allowing for quick easy access.  Bloodshed was not his goal,  bloodshed was never Rigel's goal though he had also learned that there are times when it is the only solution.  Hopefully not today.  

The sun was high in the mid-day sky with birds flitting from one tree to another as they set about building nests or feeding their young.  The smell of cart vendor food began wafting about a lunchtime neared.   Rigel looked toward the two Orcs  and with a calm almost beatific smile intoned a blessed on them  "शान्त र शान्त भाइबहिनी"   Calm and peace brothers


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"Goblins no good in tavern." The rightmost Orc replied, advancing on Faan and Rigel. "Elf comes now." Righty carried a nail-studded club made of some sort of wood that looked quite sturdy. He shouldered it, but looked ready to start swinging if things did not go to his liking.

The leftmost Orc turned and bellowed something in Orcish. It did not take a lot of imagination to guess that he was calling to compatriots that had probably been laying by to ambush the Elf and Uman. From the volume of the shout, one would guess they were not close to hand. Lefty had sizeable scabbard strapped to his back, though he had not yet drawn out the weapon within.


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The Elfmaid was very glad for Rigel's presence of mind. The alcohol and bucolic nature of Tuc-Kal had put her too much at ease, it seemed. Clearly these were bandits or highwaymen and her large companion had spoiled whatever trap they had planned. Faan had no compunctions about putting the monk between herself and danger as she backpedaled with a hurried: "No thanks!"

Faan had her day bag with her and she rummaged within for Robespierre. She might have dinner the cloak of distraction and avoided whatever unpleasantness seemed sure to follow, but she did not want to abandon Rigel to the two Orcs whilst she could still help. The Elfmaid pulled the rather threadbare redingote from her bag with one hand, whilst unbuckling her swordbelt with the other. She shook out the coat. "Robespierre! Stand ready!" She whispered, and the ornate jacket filled out as if worn by an invisible uman-sized person. Faan's (Robespierre's, really) rapier and belt floated along with the ghostly redingote. 

"Sorry, but we must be on our way." She tried excusing herself and her companions to the Orcs, hoping fear of elven magick might dissuade them from any violent intent they might have.


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Rigel was not pleased with where this seemed to be going.  Not pleased, but not surprised and, not unprepared.

Flashing a smile toward them again "Alas, the lady has another task she must do straight away.  Just bring the goblins by the mermaid and we will be happy to meet them outside.  No need for them to come inside.  If she finds them suitable for employment we will pay you for your time as help in finding them.  Once again we truly appreciate your help.

Sadly, Rigel did not expect the direction of this exchange to shift.  Orcs were large, very strong and taught to fight as a younglings.  They were capable soldiers as a group.  They were also filled with hate, large and none to bright, all significant disadvantages which usually made the first three or four to attack easy targets.  

Rigel began to turn as if ready to walk away.  Rigel looked the Lady in the eye as his expression went instantly from friendly to stoic.  "Tis' time M'lady.  We mus'nt be late."  He indicated with his fingers for her to take a step or two back. 

If the Orcs were observant they might have noticed one foot did not move only weight shifting.  Once moving was necessary this would contribute to speed, and momentum increasing the force of the coming blow.  The force would easily knock a man to the floor.  As for an orc...eh  50/50.  They would have two more of their own steps to decide how this was to end.  


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The Elfmaid was very glad for Rigel's presence of mind. The alcohol and bucolic nature of Tuc-Kal had put her too much at ease, it seemed. Clearly these were bandits or highwaymen and her large companion had spoiled whatever trap they had planned. Faan had no compunctions about putting the monk between herself and danger as she backpedaled with a hurried: "No thanks!"

Faan had her day bag with her and she rummaged within for Robespierre. She might have dinner the cloak of distraction and avoided whatever unpleasantness seemed sure to follow, but she did not want to abandon Rigel to the two Orcs whilst she could still help. The Elfmaid pulled the rather threadbare redingote from her bag with one hand, whilst unbuckling her swordbelt with the other. She shook out the coat. "Robespierre! Stand ready!" She whispered, and the ornate jacket filled out as if worn by an invisible uman-sized person. Faan's (Robespierre's, really) rapier and belt floated along with the ghostly redingote. 

"Sorry, but we must be on our way." She tried excusing herself and her companions to the Orcs, hoping fear of elven magick might dissuade them from any violent intent they might have.


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As Rigel expected the two orcs continued forward.  They moved further apart so as to flank him and end this quickly.  The one on the right carried a large, spiked club while the other carried what appeared to be a Agrogash, a hook bearded hatchet, renowned for their use in battle and useful for cutting through underbrush and wooded trails as well.  Curiously he carried a small sword instead of the larger more dangerous weapon still in it's scabbard on his back. 

You seem intent on this so one question before we proceed.  Life or honor?”  The orc on the right seemed likely the one more easily goaded toward error.  As it turned out Rigel was correct in this assumption.  The orc apparently objected to the questioning of either his skills or his honor.  Rigel would not have enough time to decide which as the club was drawn back and the orc began toward Rigel with hatred in his eyes.

The Orc closed the distance, quickly raising his club for a smashing downward stroke.  If he was trying to telegraph his attack to his opponent, the Orc had done a most admirable job.  Rigel took a quick long step to his left as he pulled his sword from its scabbard.  The movement had put Rigel to the right-side of the lumbering orc just as his club began its deadly stroke.  A quick upward stroke of Rigel’s sword neatly separated the little and second fingers from the Orc’s right hand.  It would likely be several minutes before the Orc really felt it, but he would realize it soon enough as his club became more and more slick with blood.

Rigel’s recovery stroke was downward and sliced neatly into the Orcs calf.  It was enough to take the Orc to his knees but not enough to take him out of the fight.  The Orc howled in pain and slowed significantly.

Rigel now stood the right side of the first Orc who was between him and the second.  Time to refocus.  Having just seen Rigel take his partner rapidly to his knees, the second took a moment to appraise him. 

The Orc snarled and deciding he had a moment, put his sword into as scabbard on his hip reaching around and pulling the bearded hatchet from its resting place.  As the weapon came fully into sight Rigel realized it was in fact not an Agrogash but a Bologorash, a chained hand axe.  This would change things significantly.  The Bologrash is typically used as a ranged weapon and this one appeared to have as much as 30 feet of chain attached to it.  And now it was beginning to swing in ever widening ever accelerating circles over the orcs head...


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