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Fight Night on the Roof |
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As you make your way to the roof after a tiring day of shoveling pig dung, and feeding pigs, and shoveling more pig dung, several other orcs rush past you to to get a good spot. When you reach the roof, it looks like whatever is going on has just begun, you see the shaman standing in the middle of a circle shouting rules at the others. You notice that there are many more orcs here than you have ever seen inside the temple before now. |
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Ash Durb: Lat nub narkuu blah ogh Za Righ Gratu!
First Rule: You do not talk about Za Righ Gratu.
Dub Durb: Lat NUB NARKUU blah ogh Za Righ Gratu!
Second Rule: You DO NOT talk about Za Righ Gratu!
Gakh Durb: Za throku ib tala bul lut shara blah "Nub!" dabu mat, ur choom.
Third Rule: If somone says "stop" or goes limp, taps out, the fight is over.
Futh Durb: Tug dub urk sha throku.
Fourth Rule: Only two guys to a fight.
H Durb: Tug ash throku bul lat throku.
Fifth Rule: Only one fight at a time.
Hash Durb: Throku sha lut gratuz, nub lusk.
Sixth Rule: Fight with your hands, no weapons.
Hdub Durb: Za throku bra narkuu, bul nub shara durb gakh.
Seventh Rule: Fights will go on as long as they have to.
Hgakh Durb: Bul lut ash, lat prugh u throku.
Eigth Rule: If this is your first night, you have to fight. |
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When the shaman finishes, he casts a small firey blast toward the tops of the four pillars, igniting large blazes that smell strongly of methane. Though you can see in the dark fine, these lights make it nearly as bright as day for you, and if you were not a big dumb orc, you'd know that these lights were made possible by all the dung you have been shoveling. Moments later, you feel somone give you a shove, and before you know it, you are standing mid circle. You turn around to see another orc, this one not much bigger than the shaman, raising her fists and the others cheering her on. This orc looks like she is more accustomed to digging in a mine than fighting and you figure her to be an easy win, not really the best way to impress the other members.
You wake up a few hours later, your head pounding, and with no recollection of how the little girl kicked your ass. Fight night seems to be over, and the orcs look to be shuffling down stairs. The shaman handing each of them a sealed scroll. Someone picks you up and drags you over where you recieve a scroll of your own. The shaman looks at you and tells you this is homework.
What do you want to do?
Open the scroll
Maybe later, my head hurts |
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