Session 74

Crowning of the new Harkulli
Orsk recieves a new tattoo, Twin bladed knife from the chief Shaman Urgol
Solzak nearby in the ruins, Frost spots him but is unsure what he is up to
Rests in chief hut, Female Tareks shown to his hut. Orsk has the Peons build him a bigger throne
Frost approaches shaman, wants to learn his secrets but Shaman jealously guards his craft and sees Frost as a threat and outsider. He begins a spell to root frost in place. Eben spots him and draws his axe preparing to charge
Frost’s tattoos glow and the power of the primal elements flow through him as he summons his fire hawk. The hawk races toward the Shaman but he is tok quick an dodges out of the way just as Eben screams out of the darkness toward him sweeping his axe around at the Shamans head. The shaman ducks and pulls the ground from beneath their feet as ripples of rock and stone blast out causing both Frost and Eben to be sent backwards to the ground.
Orsk hears the commotion from his hut and grabs his hammer giving orders to the Brogh to form a perimiter. He then hears the cries of Frost and Eben in the central camp area and rushes to investigate
The Shaman concentrates for a moment and Frost sits where he is, slightly confused watching the Shaman but feeling unable to go near him. Eben seems to just shake his head a few times and gets slowly back to his feet looking for an opening for his next strike
Orsk shouts out to find what is going on. The Shaman is angry and wants rid of the outsiders. Orsk thinks for a moment and then suggests a battle to decide who goes or stays. The shaman smiles and turns back to face Frost and Eben as a crowd of Tareks begin to gather around chanting ‘Urog’ (the name of the Shaman)
The fight is bitter as all 3 trade blows in vicious volleys of primal magic and the raw power and cutting rage of Eben
The Tarek’s are whipped into a frenzy of bloodlust as Frost tears and gnaws on the shaman. They cackle with glee as the shaman covers his hand in rock to punch Eben away – knockin him back and winding him. Eben retaliates, first squeezing a healing fruit into his bloodied mouth before launching into another assault
Jekall, having rested for a while now in the land within joins Alaric in his tower viewig chamber as the fight begins to heat up. The two laugh and share a glass of fine wine as the ‘barbarians’ fight. Jekall attempts to cause more chaos by influencing the spectators but the energy and mental focus of the Tareks as a collective is too strong to break via such a weak connection point. When prompte by Jekall to be involved Alaric desires nothing to do with it and calling it but ‘schoolboy parlour tricks’ and sips his wine with glee at the entertaining sight. Let them slay themselves!
Yakala attempts to calm down the Tareks but they are too far gone and drown him out in all of their calls and howls for their Shaman
Solzak, a little ways away in the ruins picks up the sounds of battle and decides to investigate.
The battle could go either way as the shaman fights on outnumbered putting up such a defence that even Orsk raises an eyebrow. Frost growls and gnaws on the shamans shoulder as he sinks his teeth into the tough hide keeping a firm grip and ensuring he does not get away. Eben hacks and trades blows with the shaman’s bone staff totem charged with elemental fury
Eben digs deep and with a final great sweep cleaves into the chest of the Shaman. The Tarek lets out a powerful roar and scream to the Elemental spirits to preserve him. Eben staggers back slightly, amazed he is still standing where a lesser creature would have been cleaved in two. The Shaman again brings his fist to bear covered in magical rock and Eben begins to have doubts how much more they can widthstand. The warriors are pushed back and Frost lets out a pained yelp but finally the Shaman drops to his knees and collapses into the ground.
There is a moment of stunned silence from the crowd but then there is an eruption of roaring cheers for the victors. Orsk proclaims Frost the new shaman for the trbe and the Tareks shout out the name ‘Urgol’ once more
All settle once more, Frost is taken by shaman’s assistants to be given a tattoo, however when they see he has been branded by Hashiim they are uneasy. Frost insists on the tattoo and they begin, however the combination of Frost already being wounded and the growing power of Hashiim causes a reaction that allows Hashiim to wrestle for control of Frost’s soul. Fortunately Frost just manages to shake off the elemental spirit but is severely weakened in the process. The ceremony is a success however and he is now branded a full shaman of the Tareks
During the commotion of the ceremony Orsk and Eben notice frost is missing abd on hearing his howls go to investigate. They stop short of intervening as they realise it is a ritual rather than an attack
The night continues quietly as all winds down in the camp. Not soon enough that they all relax though that howls and squeals are heard in the near distance and the sounds of battle
Eben, Frost and Orsk rush out to meet the foes but in the panic only manage to gather a few tareks to their side
The ruins have an erie silence about them as they stike up torches to peer into the gloom
Shimmering bluish shapes come at them from out of the shadows like lighting striking the unprepared Tareks. Windwalkers! The Tareks squeal in terror – the relentless spirits of Eladrin warriors who tirelessly hunt their lands for intruders and see to it they never escape.
Eben, Frost and Orsk rally the troops and with the help of a small group of Tareks and Blagrok drive off the windwalkers. In the fight however almost all the Tarek’s perish. This does not sit well with Blagrok whose mood blackens on the way back to camp but his protest is silent and soon the camp settles down to rest for what remains of the night…

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Session 74

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