As Tugg was left to ponder while he start to drag his various *ingredients* towards a working pile near one of the larger bonfires that had been part of the former celebratory feast, as he thought about his lack of tools, and since he haddent been able to bring his own cauldron in due to the fact that he had to be in a smart disguise so he was left to think, drive steaks through and grill it was an option with this big fire.
Though suddenly he got a bright idea, Gog had been wearing a well sized gut plate since he was a reguler man-eater, and it was only well and fair that he got partly fried on it.
Taking the gut-plate from the dead ogre and starting to set up something so he could use it to fry, and then take fallen spears and metal shears and stuff to make spits for roasting, Tugg was truly underway to start making something good, and he would even try to make something the others might eat, keeping the offal and such for himself since it was a good snack and he dident have a pot to boil it in to taste in.
Though he could use some of it for other things.

So through his bloody, slightly clumsy but in the end bettering and experienced craft, Tugg started to make several different things with his myriad of *ingredients*.
The first thing that he made just for the taste and to make a good smell, was ogre bacon, and when cutting in a bit more ogre roast, though he also got an idea to make a good and strengthening meat course witch was beast-man meat in ogre offal casings, to make some proper and meaty ogre-beastman sausages, though Tugg made sure to only use the meat from the beastmen with real horns, since they seemed much stronger than the ones with puny horns.
He would also wrap some of the ogre bacon around some of the gor thighs and season it with ground up teeth to get more filling to the meat, while also letting his gut magic majics flow into his cooking to make it better.
He also attempted to find some empty kegs to make some beastman blood brew.

(OOC: Making a meatlovers feast
Though im thinking the ogre-beastman sausages is an endurance and toughness boost.
Beastman blood brew, a berserk boost i think is good )

Vacus stabbed his sword into the ground and leaned his shield onto it then sat and grabbed the cup of human scotch that was offered to him her prefered there strong drinks human drinks are kind of the middle ground not to strong to be dwarven ale but not to weak to Elven Wine. Vacus nodded to Constantine drank the scotch and looked at him. "The Beastmen are ravenous type I despise those fiends they are a disgrace to this world anyway I am being rude. I am Vacus Embermore, I have no desire for money, but too keep myself sustained and healthy also to repair my brothers blade. But being with a mercenary band means I won't have to travel alone as I have for the past 8 years. It would be good to catch up with the world. So what is the catch Mr.Constatine. Fight the unforgettable? Kill the lost and damned?"

< Flight >
Harold hadn't needed any order or command to flee. Eyes were wide and gripped by an intense focus borne of fear. Anyone seeking to survive outside the cozy confines of a village or city in the old world came to recognize the various sounds, sights and smells that acted as signs of danger. Badlander was intimately familiar with these in regards to greenskins and beastmen in particular. Knowing damn well what was coming Harold wasn't at all surprised to see that the estate had become a slaughtering ground by the time they were outside. Any plan or advice Khelandria had offered was shut out in an instant as human fell back on his own knowledge and plan. A straight run would be foolish on his part, especially tackling such an obvious path with a giant fire magnet like Tugg. If he wasn't bogged down by a mob of Gor then Ungor skirmishers would pick him off by his lonesome. Instead the man simply vanished, falling back into habitual routines of stealth and keeping his head down that saw him across open ground as quickly as it did through dense forest or strangling bogs.

Once the primary task of seeing himself to safety was accomplished Harold allowed the others to slip into his thoughts. Heroic fantasies and mighty flights of fancy aside the badlander was a survivor first and foremost, it was always about number one once the blood got pumping. Leveling his crossbow from the pseudo-safety of the inn several bolts take flight, carefully aimed distractions or heart seekers to make sure that the pair of them didn't get the impression that they had been abandoned.

< Woodland Trek >
While everyone else was bedded down or tended to their supplies Harold was on the move. His experiences and skills had seen him appointed as a primary tracker and right now he was some ways out from the clearing. Hunched over in a bush two fingers ran through a hoof print set deep into soft soil. While the source was obvious it was the freshness that raised questions. Not warm enough to be fresh, indeed there were dozens of even colder tracks nearby, but still possessed of a lingering heat that meant it was recent enough that they were either facing a rear guard, unlikely but not impossible, or much more likely stragglers from the last village to be cleaned out. Bloated and flesh gorged Beastmen that had their fill while other thirstier creatures moved onward. Creeping out from the greenery he moved in on the outskirts of another village, crossbow in hand and senses alert for anything that might of still been lingering in the aftermath.

<The Contract> @Valonox + @Virgil_Corbec

"Alright, here's the deal," Constantine said and turned around, waving Ebba to come closer and join him and the Black Guard near the fire. "This is Miss Ebba Kaulbach, our Bright Wizard, and like you, she is interested in knowing more about this. So, here's the contract," he took out two scrolls from his bag and gave one to each.

"My full name is Thomas Constantine and I represent a powerful mercenary guild with the location in Altdorf. We specialize in various things, most of them being solving other people's problems and acquiring until then impossible-to-acquire artifacts from various hostile locations."

"In your hands you see the contract. If you accept, for every completed mission you will receive 150 golden coins, with possible bonuses including but not limited to: items, weapons, real estates. If you die during the length of the contact, your remains will be dealt with according to your wish or your faith and your belongings as well as the rest of your gold will be transferred to your families. If you don't have one, it will be donated to Temple of Shallya in Middenheim. You will also have a place to stay and will receive free medical care, blacksmith services and food as long as you are the member. There are only two rules - we always do our job to the fullest and we don't kill innocents."

"That is all. If you have any questions ask, if not here's a pen and you can sign the contract and after it, you become fully-fledged members of our guild."


<Foodz for everyone!> @Grall_Stonefist + everyone else

Too bad Tuska died during the mission because what Tugg made was absolutely delicious! At least for all those canni..meat-lovers such as him. Sausages smelled quite nice and the meat had the taste similar to beef (maybe due to adding Beastmen meat, who knows?) while he also found three empty oak barrels, sold to him by the merchant who had couple of those at his disposal although each one had only 5 liter capacity which wasn't really that much in case everyone starts drinking the Beastmen booze.

The only thing left to do is for someone other than Tugg to actually try it out and hopefully offer him some critic or congratulate him on the job well done for what kind of a chef were you if there was no one else to enjoy your cuisine?

With the fiasco that was their contract developing into a hunt for Beastmen, something that Aloiza was sure everyone could get behind as a worthy goal. Naturally, she was resting for the moment after being somewhat worn out from the exertion of the fighting done back in the town. Therefore, it was a given that she wasn't in the mood for doing much, like joining the Bride of Khaine in some shopping.

However, the Druchii was staying close towards the rest of the group should they be interest in what she was doing as part of the distraction team, even if she was trying to avoid being the first to sample the Ogre's recently finished cooking. Suffice to say, she would likely sleep happier not knowing what was in the food, and even more so if someone else was foolish enough to go first, and forewarn everyone else if the cooking left something to be desired.

Vacus understood the contract but read through it twice to ensure he was not missing a dot. Took the pen and signed. Vacus looked at Constantine and handed him the contract. "Is it alright if I call you Thomas, Mr. Constantine. But I assume your blacksmith can't fix a very old High Elven weapon?"

"There is no need for formalities, we are all equal here," Constantine assured Vacus, "So you can call me whatever you wish. As for my blacksmith, I'm not going to say anything in advance in order not to give you false hope because my blacksmith is back in our base, but what I can tell you is that he is a dwarf of superlative skill which means that he might just be able to do something about the sword, although if the blade had any enchantments in form of elven magic then I think you are out of luck. Although...maybe someone else could help you with it."

"That brings me to second thing I wanted to do," he said and turned around, pointing from one to another member of the group. "The big Ogre you see preparing food over there is our Butcher Tugg (@Grall_Stonefist ). If you need any sort of food, just let him know although be careful while eating it. Ebba, our Bright Wizard you already know (@Virgil_Corbec ). The burly man with the wolf over there is Kristoff, Warrior Priest of Ulric and the saurian warrior next to him is Xiuhcoatl (@Keidivh @BuriasDempsey ). You already met our Brettonian Knight Mariah (@matt23 ), she's the one who welcomed you in our camp. Then we have two of your countrymen - the Witch Elf who is currently browsing the shop is called Khelandria (@Jorimel ) and the last person, the one you could perhaps talk to concerning your sword is sitting further back, our Sorceress Alozia (@Maleth ). We have one more guy but at the moment he's acting as our scout so he's not here, but you'll meet him later."

Vacus was surprised to say the very least the diversity was amazing. He looked around it was like a big family he sigh with relief. "Thank you Thomas I will go introduce myself." Vacus sat up leaving his weapons where they were and walked over to the Dark elves. Meeting 'kinsmen' is a good call first to not insult them. But he had been away from the temple of Khaine for a long while so he would have no clue how a lone Blackguard would be treated. Vacus looked at the Witch Elf he recognized her from somewhere but couldn't remember from where. "Khenlanria it is a pleasure to see one of you I believe we have meet before from where I don't remember my apologies." then looked at the Bride of Malekith. "A pleasure to see a Bride of the Malekith here a small world indeed. My name is Vacus Embermore Blackguard." Vacus bowed fully displaying a High Elven Greatblade, that High Elven Greatblade was a pure insult Vacus forgot it was on his back. (@Jorimel @Maleth )

<Woodland trail - sneaky sneaky> @DeranVendar

Following the tracks, which strangely didn't seem like much of an issue in the middle of the night due to the facts Harold was a superlative tracker and the sheer amount of Beastmen that came through this area left the whole place disturbed. If they knew they had pursuers on their tail they didn't seem to care at all. Maybe they were just stupid or perhaps they knew something Harold didn't?

It didn't matter in the end as the Badlander stumbled across a first set of buildings in 5 hours since he scouted the last village. He spotted two buildings right in the middle of a forest clearing - large sawmill with lots and lots of logs stacked in big heaps and another building, a smaller house nearby. From his position, the majority of Beastmen tracks continued to the left and further into the dark woods while a sizeable number of them headed straight for the lumber camp. From his position, and since there were no lights around whatsoever, the only illumination provided by two moons above, he couldn't really be sure if there was anyone alive there - probably not because the whole place was quiet like in the grave, but scouting this place ought to at least reward him with some supplies or other goodies given the fact there were many logs stacked which meant that the shipment this sawmill was supposed to send somewhere was long overdue. Perhaps there were other things here worthy of finding as well?

Harold frowned deeply at the sight of the lumber camp. Creeping in under the cover of darkness and beneath cloak and scarf adorned with plenty of disguise leaves and twigs the vagrant comes up to the back wall of the building. Drawing his crossbow he sweeps cloak around it to make sure none of its fancy metal bits give anything away, despite having already dulled it with dirt. Perhaps it was a sin to filthy up some of those fancy symbols and figures on its surface, but consideration for things like faith did not keep Harold alive. "Fugg me that smell is somethin' right awful, makes my job easy at least. "

True enough it was inescapable. The stink of the herds' passing consisted of the worst parts of nature. Rotting flesh, scat, blood and pungent flora all mingled with the riotous stench of untamed animals and vermin. Least it did not stink bad enough to signify some favor of Nurgle. Not yet, anyways. "Best see if they're up to anythin' nasty at this here camp. Settin' up some ambush or other cunnin' business. Least there aren't any forest greenies about... hope not anyways. "