Negotiations in the Sauron Camp.
Chingacharz'ad throttles his junior comrade, the tribesman (tribes-lizardman?) collapsing to the floor but mercifully still breathing despite being unconscious. His comrades drag him away unceremoniously by the tail to recover elsewhere.
"swear to our personal gods that will not allow a attack, physical mental or spell on anyone within these grounds and surrounding area for the duration of this negation."
"We do not take Oaths in the Names of your gods. Besides, they would not hear." Chingacharz'ad boasts before adding that
"No blade or tongue will be raised against you save by my order."
It is still an uncomfortable position, but you trust at least he holds sway over the more impetuous lizardman who may hanker for some dwarven blood.
Each of the group have a sack or two of trade goods, crafted blades bearing the hallmarks of Duchy broadswords and broad headed spears.
We can match his weight in irons; broadswords and spears and suit the Officer in chainmail as a sign of good faith. Perhaps even there are other desires they have which we might discreetly meet. We are superior craftsmen, renowned even among their Moor retreats."
Karl Barrelgut steps forward. To lighten the tension and smooth over any hindrances to releasing
Three-Moons, he opens the sacks, pouring out the ironworks.
It would be ironic for the lizardmen to pick up the weapons and run him through with his own handiwork. As if to preempt such a point, he speaks up.
"They were forged in the Moradin fires from iron ore taken from the mountain roots under the Peaks. Finest in all the region, even Elven bladesmiths cannot finesse such balance and sharpness."
He then does a surprising thing. Laying bare all the sacks in front of the lizardmen, the cleric suddenly invokes a blaze, fiery tongues of fire erupt from the ground underneath the pile of weapons. It has a forge-like heat and
Karl Barrelgut walks into the conflagration without any hint of burning or blistering.
"I say this. These weapons are forged in iron and blood. Crafted in hope we can be brothers upon the Barrow Moor and war not together but as one against common foes. " the dramatic act done as to emphasize that he is not arming them in order to be betrayed. One lizardmen reaches out to grab a sword by the hilt and immediately regrets it, his hand burned by the fire.
Karl though stands in the blazing grass unburned, quite a sight but one the cleric uses to enhance his own authority and power despite
Chingacharz'ad's claim that the God's, Moradin or St Ygg are ignorant if their call.
Rum Lightbender would know that dwarven clerics radiate a permanent '
Resist Fire' and so this show might not be too surprising.
The Sauron warriors are awestruck but
Chingacharz'ad is less so. Determined to show he has no fear of such 'theatrics', he walks into the blaze also to stand beside the dwarven cleric. The act a clear statement of his own augmented abilities and power.
The fires die down and the two step aside. As the weapons cool to touch, they can be inspected mote closely.
"Fit him with the suit." Karl gestures and
Rum and
Callan can set about helping
Chingacharz'ad don the gifted dwarven chainmail, tightening the straps and buckles.
Chingacharz'ad: reactions to Karl & suit [1d100-20]=80-20=60
He looks pleased with the gift, if you can thing a lizardman smiles, turning around as if in a fashion show. By instinct he is still uncertain in trusting the dwarves and negotiators, but receives the trade items in good faith, remarking compliments over the quality of the craftsmanship. One thing the Moor dwellers lack is access to good ironware and these are accepted and distributed.
"Three-Moons still lives. You can minister your graces to him but he will not be freed until She has enquired into the truth of things.", he says, gesturing towards the boggy patch on the fringe of the camp where the other Dwarven cleric is restrained.
He hands a wineskin of hooch to the quartet which seems a customary sign of acceptance. The four can make your way to
Three-Moons and note quickly that between your last visit he has been flayed a little more.
6.00pm
any actions in regard to him?