Martok - Man on a Mission

The next day I decided to take a ride up to Martok. I have earned some degree of respect from the orcs during my diplomatic assignments in Martok a few weeks ago. So I figured I was safe enough to make the trek. On the trail to Martok I stopped at Gwarn's Boundary for some food and drink. There was not a drop of Chilled Pear Wine to be found anywhere in the compound. 

A goblin walked up to me and said, "Halfling, are you Waylian, Speaker of Martok?" I nodded in acknowledgement but was a bit reserved. "The Great General Zowt of Gwarn's Boundary requests an audience with you, halfling.", he stated. I followed the goblin in to the main structure of the compound. We came to a ramp which lead to a second level. The goblin pointed to the General and then took his leave of me. I paced slowly up the ramp till I reached the second level. I took a moment to compose myself and proceeded forward. Then I heard a deep voice say "Would you give your life for Martok Halfling? Such is the commitment I require from my army." I did not know how to respond as it has never occurred to me to ponder that question. "Waylian Silvershaper, Speaker of Martok, at your service General." I responded, while bowing low.

"Waylian, I have heard you are one of the best independent

operatives. I have been told of great tales involving you and the Halfling Explorer Group's excursions in to the Gardens of Xia'liu, Wailing Winds Asylum and the Arks of Harmony. A few days ago, I sent agents to the Gulgrethor Fortress to determine their strength.I expected there return five days ago. I need you to gather your team and find out what happened to my agents. Help them if they are still alive." he paused a brief second then continued. "Warchief Zowb would like a chance to meet with you in Martok. I would not keep him waiting very long." With that I bowed low and made a hasty exit.

I rode through the gates of Martok in a flash and headed straight for the Chamber of the War Council. A guard escorted me in to the chamber. Standing before me was the Warchief himself Zowb. There was a sense about him, a sense of strength and determination. "Waylian Silvershaper, Speaker of Martok, at your service, Warchief." again bowing low. He looked down upon me. 

"Ye know we prepare for a great battle with the wretched

Gulgrethor. The upcoming battle will be fought well and filled with much blood and glory. However, as long as Deathlord Vilonis lives, the Gulgrethor will threaten to strike back." the look on his faced hardened, "I WILL NOT HAVE THIS!" he barked while shaking his fist in the air. "Defeat him and the Gulgrethor will break. Bring me proof of his death and I will reward you and your fellow adventurer's." I nodded then bowed low before taking my leave of the Warchief. 

I quickly went to the Hostel of the Uninvited at Gaxton Village and penned a parchment to my fellow Halflings of the Halfling Explorer Group. I gave the parchment to a local runner whom I have used for previous urgent matters. The runner also carried a letter to my dear Quilyassa.