[IC] Glen, Moglen, and Hydera the Ogre

[Throndir]

Kin and Ryine only. Though the original members of the Oglen the Ogre subjugation squad could join too (it's just those two are active atm).

The three large brutes huffed quietly watching their two prey. The prey were two warriors, both wielding greatswords. Though one was a human, and the other a halfling. Hydera gripped the smooth javelin in her thick and pudgy hands. Her two brothers were with her as well, Glen and Moglen, being the two chosen to finish this deed. The female ogre gave her two brothers a glare noticing that her two brothers didn't have the patience as she did. Already both the dimwitted brutes' breathing became faster.

Stupid ogres.

The thought crossed Hydeea's mind, though she thought of herself as smarter than her two kin, she too wasn't very smart. She remembered just a tenday ago when they were with the family.



"Oglen? Oglen is DEAD?!" The mother had cried as she sat on a make-shift throne made of wood, stone, and bone.. Although most ogres, by nature, were thick and large, this particular one was extremely more so. Though ogres never usually made it to the point of obesity, this particular female ogre was. The 'mother' as the ogres called her had ruled the family with an iron fist for many decades already. Facing off against humans and adventurers, along with her own kind, did she manage to keep her power. She grew and grew the clan to how it was now. Where many ogre families turned on each other as internal turmoil brought the clan to its knees, the mother knew better. It was in this way that her own family was considered to be the strongest; she knew the value of each member of the tribe.

"And WHO did THIS? Humans? ... Ogres?" She proceed to bellow loudly again.

A moment later after that one of the ogres threw to the feet of the mother a torn, tattered, and bloodied cloak. On it was a particular emblem:

https://www.dropbox.com/s/st2lwx5s142j3j1/Guild-Logo.png?dl=0

The emblem of the Guild of Galas'nor.

"Dat dark ooman tod us they's gal-ass-ner did dis! Dat one!" The ogre exclaimed pointing at the shredded cloak at the mother's feet. "Dark ooman said... Rine and Keen is names."

"Rine and Keen from Galassner?" Mother repeated, mouthing the strange names. A moment later she bellowed out.

"HYDERA! Bring two brothers, stalkers, talk to the dark human, and find out where Rine and Keen are. You are to kill THEM."



They had many dealings. Killed many. Laid in wait for so long. Given directions as to correctly ambush these two particular individuals they had stared at. They had traveled all the way here for this very moment.

And they will succeed.

[info]Ryine and Kin to roll Perception. Failure will result in an ambush.

Time is late evening. Kin and Ryine are probably about to start setting camp.[/info]

[Oath]

[info] Perception roll. Actual RP content to come soon!

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+7 : 9 + 7, total 16[/blockquote]

[Oath]

Ryine sat down with a pile of sticks, arranging them to make a small fire. It wasn't often that he traveled with Kin. They usually worked together when it came to subjugating large creatures, and those types of missions didn't come up too often. If you were to consider it a competition, Ryine could be winning or losing depending on metrics. He did a great job at getting beaten down, and a not so great job at landing the killing blow.

"I know I don't need to tell you this, but keep your eyes peeled. Never know what we can find out in the wilderness. Though in this area its more likely to be some wandering wolf or bear that we can scare off instead of some big nasty troll." Ryine laughed as he imagined a troll wandering up to their camp and continued to make his fire. It would be enough to ward off any wandering beasts at least. Despite not being too worried,

Ryine made it a habit to look out into his surroundings just to be safe. He was never concerned about himself, but since he often traveled with more fragile individuals that would be less likely to stand up after a club to the ribs he aimed to keep his companions safe. Some members of the guild may be happy if Kin were to take a club to the ribs however, as he might settle down for a few days.