20/06/2559 A chaos tribe.

[Midgard DM]

Special topic. If you want to be part of the group that visits Locks his tribe. Ask Suvei or Toemba if you are allowed to join. Suvei and Toemba both know that non-trolls will not be welcomed in the tribe of Locks and might be killed on sight. In any case, Suvei and Toemba have taken a few trolls from the ship if nobody else joins.

It had taken Suvei and Toemba and anyone else they had with them some time and research in Utgardian main land and trough some settlements but the Sin worshipping tribe of Copperlocks was eventually found in a rock formation south of the Grunt Oasis. Little else but rocks and sand was seen on the surface, but several caves where hidden by nets of wood and cactus, camouflaged by sand. In the caves a very small stream of water nurtured the elite of the tribe, but others had to go out every day to drain juice from cactuses or empty the many hidden water traps scattered around the area.

In the last three weeks the Asgardians had found and destroyed several of the water traps and allot of slaves had died from dehydration. Still the tribe itself was strong because they had not faced the Asgardians, they had remained in hiding and had killed the few scouts that had found them. And now that the Asgardians where slowly trailing of again, they where planning their next move when their scouts found the group led by Suvei and Toemba.

Two trolls with dark skin, darkened by the desert sun, and long spears approached the group. Their where chaos stars on their face. The description Copperlocks always gave of his tribemembers seems to be accurate and the star he always asked Suvei or Toemba to draw on his cheek, shines prideful as paint of war on these faces as well.

"Je bent, komt in ons gebied, ya? Da nat be nana ya. Wa ya be seeking?"

[Copperarm]

Suvei looked at the two as they approached the group. She was wearing a light cloak to shield her from the sun, two swords, a buch of daggers and some trinkets were hanging from her belt. On her back nect to the daggers she was carrying a half full bag of water.

She looked at Toemba and stepped forward.

"We be not interested in ya water mons. We were asked to bring ya tribe a message and so we do. Can ya take us to them so we can deliver the message?"

Her face looked neutral and the tone of her voice is neither demanding and neither friendly.

[Midgard DM]

"How be we knowing ya na spies, mon? Stealing our water? What be da message?" The troll remains visibly suspicious.

[Wilco]

"Nana" Toemba spoke, lifting up the hood of his cloak. Sun reflecting off his "MaSa nana fell legga ya nat. We's is here cause our friendzy askted us."

[Midgard DM]

The two trolls look at each other for a second. "Wa be ya likatrall?" They lower their weapons somewhat.

[Wilco]

"Wa Laikasa?" Toemba asked, unsure of the troll's meaning. "Ahh! TrallSa! Sa at begTrall at CoppahLu." He responded, gesturing in the direction of an empty patch of desert sand. "Sa naj at Suvei" he added as an afterthought. "SaMa jalla at trallLu. Wa ya ting Chaos TrallLu?" he asked. When the troll confirmed that this was indeed the chaos tribe Copperlocks had belonged to he spoke. "Ahhh! Ma fell yeye! Grinning happily. In the hope to gain some trust Toemba decided to offer them some of his alcohol. "Wa vojNat?"

[Midgard DM]

The troll smells the drink beeing offered by Toemba and than hastly declines the drink, knowing full well that alchohol is not a drink you are suppose to drink in a desert unless you have the luxery of a walking ship, eternal shade, and enough water to replenish everything you piss out. "Nana, ya bakka. Ma na laika da... vojnat." Still the troll seems to smile somewhat. The other is still distrusting. "YaYa" He points to the coppercrew trolls. "Jalla ma!" He points to himself. Than he turns around and walks towards some rocks in the desert.

[Copperarm]

It sounds so familiar... but I've not spoken the language for too long... Suvei's face didnt really show this though... She looks at Toemba as he speaks. Glad ya here mon... She mumbles. Ya speak tha language better than me anyway... She smiles friendly and follows the troll towards the rocks.

[Midgard DM]

The trolls lead the party of coppercrew members trough some rocks and stop near large one that seems to have an opening on the other side. It is poorly camouflaged, but the change of spotting the opening among all the rocks with the camouflage it does has, is near none anyway.

With hints of irritation and frustration the trolls rip away the camouflage and lead the party into the shade of the underground rock tunnels. Immediately several other trolls, all naked and unarmed rush to fix the camouflage as well as they can with the available resources. One of the troll slaves receives a kick to the ribs when he isn't moving away from the trolls path as fast as they wished.

The coppercrew is led towards a large underground cave. Several ledges high ring the walls of the cave and form walkways. Drawbridges dangle from walkway to walkway above the crews heads.

Allot of trolls are walking around in this center cave. Most are carrying weapons or crates. Most are slaves but a few guards and a priest here and their are overseeing things. No woman are seen.

Several of the trolls look strangely at the newcomers but ignore them, especially the slaves. Only a troll with a very large staff, almost twice is own size, with a chaos star, twice his head, at the tip, clearly a priest of chaos, walks over to the crew and after a few quick words with the trolls that led the members of the Copperheart here he turns to them. He is dressed in a heavy decorated robe and looks old. On closer inspection the decorations on his robe are pieces of whool, strings, bells, patches of flesh, hair, burned wood and cactus. Sands seems to be everywhere, from in the priests hair to between his toes, teeth and in his nose.

"Welcome. Outsiders." His speech is slow, but accurate. Most of the more civilized trolls that have come with Toemba and Suvei sigh with relief, at last, somebody they can understand. "The guards. They seemed troubled. Your speech. You state a friend. He asked you to come? What for? Your answers better be quick. Accurate. Full. Or you shall not leave."

The cave entrance is but one of the many hallways leading to this central dome. Several of the other hallways produce varied sounds but most of them carnal to the bone. Noises of screams, sex, chants, battle, dancing, fire and drums are heard. The slaves around here don't seem to mind or notice.

[Wilco]

"Ya no stops our leave." Toemba replied, somewhat annoyed at these inhospitable people. Even his own tribe, who had lived in hiding and fled from outsiders were not this bad as hosts. "We comes here for CopzyLoczy" Toemba said the name with pain in his voice. "Our friendy. He cames from ya trallLu. He cames with the Copzycrew, on our walkying desert ships. He askted us to tells you of his death."

[Midgard DM]

"Ah yes. Copperlocks he is call himself. He spoke to Unglas. High priest. Come, I'll guide. You welcome. You friend. Even girl." The last words where clearly directed at Toemba but about Suvei. The chaos priest turns around and starts to slowly walk towards one of the stairs that will take the group one ledge higher. He slowly climbs the stairs no interested in whether he is followed or not. "I take you to chief. He.. copperlocks father. Than I take you to Unglas. Than we eat locks in grand feast. Fallen priest. Than you leave."

[Wilco]

Not taking much notice of the man's dislike for Suvei, or his suggestion of eating the body of his already cremated friend, Toemba follows him along the path.

[Copperarm]

Suvei raised an eyebrow and shrugged Ya baka ya... ya should know what I do for a living... She followed the priest and Toemba.

[Midgard DM]

Suvei and Toemba followed the priest to a large hallway with one bridge above the floor. Beneath the bridge a few dozen slaves where being forced to chant for and worship fleshy, different shaped pods of goo... these pods have a distinctive blue flavor to them... might have been trolls once... might still be alive. The dozens of slaves include any walks of Utgardian life, some members of wild races and even some elves and fae, the chaos priests whip anyone indiscriminately who doesn't show enough passion towards the mutated slabs of unlife. One of the trolls escorting Toemba and Suvei hurls down his meal towards the slaves beneath him as they pass over the cave hallway. The nearest flesh pod slitthers towards the vomit and starts to noisily absorb the filth from the floor and a few catatonic slaves that have been pucked on, with disgusting sucking noises.

"The offer. Thank you. We don't feed often. Little meals." It is hard to hear if the priest is serious or not.

[Midgard DM]

The trolls where led to Copperlocks his father. Brothers of Copperlocks where treated as princes in that room. The father thanks you for your time and invites you to eat copperlocks with him, later tonight.

Than you are led to Unglas the high priest. He tells you that Sin always takes slaves to be his new priests instead of the warriors, but the rest of the tribe doesn't know this, and they always stage the slave his death before taking him away to train as a priest. In that training time the slave mutates beyond recongnition so the priest is not recognized as the old slave and the rest of the tribe think he is "send by sin" just as all the other priests.

A slave (one of Copperlocks his younger brothers) is picked and dressed as copperlocks. He is forced to act like copperlocks for the duration of the evening after which he is forced to stand as still as possible while people cut in him with knifes.

Bits and pieces of the slave are then cooked and eaten by the trolls, but not enough to kill the slave. He will probably survive.

Than the "invading" trolls are quickly led to the exit, thanked one last time, and than hoisted from the cave.