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Baulder & The less posh orcs

 Baulder spent a good while wandering around the college looking for a golemn to ask it who Uicle was. When he eventually found one it told him "big suit of armor, dinning hall". Thinking that was enough to go off of he set off back across the college to the dinning hall. Following the smell of fire back to the dinning hall he walked into it and found it much the same as when he had left earlier. He began looking around for suits of armor. The only ones that he really saw were the other orcs. Baulder then remembered that the garbage probably wanted him to talk to all the orcs.  Taking a moment to debate talking to them in his head Baulder made his way over to the orcs once again extending his legs to their full length.

As he approched the orcs he asked. "Are you the other orc diplo-whatevers and how do you feel about human meat?"

The orcs were eating their meat of boned meats and ale when Baulder arrived with his question. They just looked at him strangely and continued to eat.

"Yes the orc delegation from Torrin? I think that's... I'm from the college, how are you all finding the feast so far?" Baulder began smiling in a way that normal people would consider awkward but to Baulder it was a step down from his regular grin.

One of the orcs glared at Baulder and spoke with his mouth full. "We ain't from Torrin ya git. Shove off." He then returned to eating his meat, taking a bite out of his bread as well.

"Oelik, yes yes had to be sure. Regardless I'm not good with names yet, especially places. So I suppose I'm wondering how you are enjoying the feast and this place so far." Baulder's eye twitched at the idea that he had know idea what he was actually supposed to be doing. The other orcs had just kind of happened to Baulder. What was he doing with these ones?

The orcs continued to ignore Baulder. They were almost finished with their meal when one of the orcs stood up and walked towards the kitchen. He took out his knife (Or rather shortsword) and chopped off another leg of lamb for himself and a bit of ribs for his friend. He also grabbed another loaf of bread and returned to the table and continued to eat. The orc who was already there looked to Baulder and raised his mug to him. "You a servant? Get me another ale."

Baulder laughed, why did the garbage give him this task? He had no literal idea what he was doing. "No, I'm not a servant. Look if you guys don't have a damn thing to say to the college why are you even here? Do you have a damned thing to say about your homeland whatever you call it? Are you even a delegation or are you some people who happened to be walking by the college and thought "Ah food". I understand that believe me, but if you have no wish to make your problems known to the college then sod it." The moment of coherence made Baulder's eye twitch again. The garbage had no idea what it had asked him to do.

"Ah? Now what's this?" From behind Baulder was yet another he heavily armored orc, this one carrying a platter with assorted fruits. He was glaring at Baulder with one good eye, his other eye covered with some sort of horn skull. "What's this git's problem?" One of the orcs eating turned to the orc with fruits and spoke after he finished eating. "Don't know. Some ass hat looking fer a fight I guess. We're eatin' so ya can deal with him." The orc with fruits scoffed. He was hungry too. Though he supposed that he could always work out a bit. He looked at Baulder and picked up a banana. "Get outta here. You ain't anyone important. And if ya don't leave, yer gunna be dead."

Baulder laughed at the orc with the fruit plate who had appeared suddenly. Baulder tried his damnedest to cut through the thoughts for a moment. His face began to feel like it was on fire for a moment and he was allowed to think. "Are... you the Oelik delegate?"

"I am Warlord Agranok of the Gore Fiend Tribe. Who are you?" Agranok asked as he ate half the banana, skin and all.

"I'll take that as yes. I'm Baulder, I am supposed to ask you about how your people or lands are doing." Baulder felt his face cool down and the words return to their normal routine in his head. The same redundant thoughts brought to bare against each other and things of non importance rise to take the vacuum in his head that they had left.

"Baulder. Right. I'm going to guess that you don't know a thing about Oelik. First, I'm not a delegate for Oelik. Oelik's true leader is Malakaus Vorinclex, though many in Oelik would debate that fact. Oelik is currently in another civil war for dominance to figure out who will lead it after the death of Ghazkull Iron Head. Because Malakaus comes from a blood line that created the orcish holds Malakaus has the strongest claim, but as usual the orcs want to fight it out.  But that's nothing new. If you want to know why we're here instead of shedding blood, it's because Malakaus wishes to speak to the college for support. Does that anwser your questions, meat loaf?"

Baulder laughed again, that was the first time he had been called actual food. A lot of people said they would eat him but never actually called him food.... he assumed meat loaf was food. "I have more questions. Eat first, though I realize I interrupt your breakfast I am sorrowful for that." Baulder let the orc past and went and grabbed a large slice of meat from what he guessed was a cow and put it onto a plate that was completely eclipsed by the cut of beef. He went and sat somewhat near the orcs and began tearing into yet more food. 

Agranok shrugged his shoulders and took a seat next to the other two orcs, passing out some fruit between them as they each ate bits of lamb, bread, and fruits. They got up to go for seconds, thirds, and fourths, until eventually the other two orcs left and Angranok sat by himself, drinking a bit of wine.

Baulder having devoured several more pieces of juicy meat had kept half an eye on the orc. In his routine of eating he had decided to put John Cena to use and had him running back and forth with more meat. In a way Baulder took Khan's talk to heart and decided to reward the imp with his own cuts of meat. John Cena was shaking with every bite he took and everytime it brought Baulder into a laugh bordering on tears. After awhile he had eaten till he was no longer hungry and directed himself back to the orc. On a guess he figured that now the orc was alone and no longer eating but instead drinking he was done with breakfast.

Making his way over to the orc and sitting across from him. "Again, earlier I didn't know.... other species are still new to me. You said you were to ask the college for support of something. I suppose I'm to find out what..." Baulder's eye twitched and he felt his face burn again."... you needed help with."

The orc looked at Baulder and sighed. Agranok drank the rest of his wine and looked at the tall human person. "Alright lamb chop. To make the long story short, Malakaus wants the college to sell her and her armies magic weapons and mages to turn the tide in this war of succession. And if she gets it, she might win by the end of this season. None of the tribes have the same support she does, but there are still many tribes who speak against her, and so long as they remain that way she cannot bring peace to Oelik and drive them forward." Agranok noticed John Cena near Baulder, and despite whatever Baulder might think of it, the orc threw his mug at the imp hard enough for it to shatter. "Get that demon spawn out of here. It's because of them Oelik has been so divided."

"Oh, uh sorry." Baulder had to think for a moment how to get him to go back to the Inferno without killing him outright, it had been so long since he had done it that way. Once he figured that out he put the appropriate effort in and looked over to where John Cena was. He didn't say anything but he looked at him with pleading eyes and a bleeding shoulder where the mug had hit him. Baulder put on his usual grin and the demon frowned. He disappeared once Baulder blinked and he turned back to the orc. "I forgot about him, was not good of me. Anyways, I guess you have all been having demon problems aswell then. How bad has it been?"

"Hmph. Something like that. Malakaus had united 7 of the 10 great tribes of Oelik. That itself is a feat worthy of a king. But a lot of things came up. For one, there was much dispute over the fact that she was a woman fighting for the title of kingship. Then the demons started to arise through the Ravine, bringing monsters with them. The great tribes got hit the hardest forcing them to deal with the monsters. Lots of people think this is the work of their enemy, but there are too many demons for them to spare men for investigations. We're close to breaking this deadlock. The great tribes are still holding out and the other tribes are still divided amongst themselves, getting picked off by demons, mauranders, and us. But desperation can make powerful enimies. Right now we're in a cease fire, but Malakaus wishes to amass the means to crush her oppisition once and for all. As for the demons, we've kept them in check, but it's only a matter of time before they find a weakness and exploit it. I suspect that the other tribes might try to create an opening for them, further causing chaos in the land. So we need the college's support quickly."

"I don't know about the college taking your side in a war, the demons though. I'm entirely sure the college would be willing to help with that. Maybe even slow them down for you, though I obviously can't promise anything but I will certainly bring it to the headmaster right away. Have any of your neighbors been... taking advantage of this conflict or have they mostly stayed away?" Baulder said his face feeling like it was burning yet he felt no urge to attempt to put it out.

Snorting  Agranok stood up and walked away. He came back shortly after with two  tankards full of wine. He said his piece as he drank. "Of course. Tidehome has been promising support and better trade to Malakaus if we allow them to send their people into our lands. Not something I agree with though; Oelik is soverign lands of the orcs. If they want to bring their orcs, fine, but I know they just want to send all their people into our territory and try to take it away from us. Torrin, as always, seeks to increase the conflict to weaken Oelik even more. Most have given their support to anyone willing to oppose Malakaus or the seven great tribes, and they back the remaining three with warriors and weapons."

Finishing off one tankard Agranok started on his second one. He poured in a little something form his hipflask. Whatever it was, it was purple and glowing. "Djarkel has been quiet all things considered, but every now and again we catch their spies in our land. It's not unusual, but it does make me wonder what they're looking for this time. Eania has also approached us, or at least one of their lords. They seek a trade agreement with Malakaus, but I don't trust those cocky bastards. We know that they've also approached the other tribes, so we know they're just a bunch of vultures." Agranok finished his tankard, slamming it onto the table. His eyes had a red tint to them, his teeth gritted in anger for some reason. "Now is that all the questions ya got, chicken wing, or do ya need to keep pestering me some more?

Baulder laughed again at being called chicken wing, he liked this orc some what. Baulder felt like he was burning now and like at any moment his skin would begin to peel off from the heat. "I suppose that's it for the questions. Though if you do end up letting the people from Tidehome in i would suggest putting them to work. Not much use as warriors but maybe they can be useful elsewhere, could help your war. Enjoy the rest of the feast Agranok, may your axe find itself in your enemies again soon." Baulder smiled largely again his face looking visably fine but the feeling of his skin being scorched was very much real to him.

Getting up from his seat and moving around the table and away from the disinterested orc Baulder began sweating. The heat made him want to tear his own face off, suddenly it was gone. The pain had left as soon as soon as he got away from the orc. For a few moments Baulder began wondering where he was. "What...where...am I, yes yes. We are here." Baulder acquired a headache as soon as those thoughts passed in and out of his mind. They were like a distant memory long forgotten but the feelings managed to manifest themselves on the surface for just a moment. Baulder growled not know what other response to have and quickly looked around for a moment. He was at the college, he needed to talk to Uicle. That would be best would it not?

Baulder quickly looked around the room for more armor and found what had been described to him as Uicle. A giant suit of armor wielding a staff.
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