Illarion.org

((Open RP if anybody wants.)) Moog slowly walked about the shaded streets of Troll’s Bane. Several apple trees’ branches hung over the pathway, making the afternoon sun nothing more than an afterthought. The orc had been walking for several hours now, and his feet felt like molten iron below him. N...

The orc snorted as he moved through the belly of the ship. He knew the name of his intended destination, but that was all. What lied ahead was a mystery. Wrapping his leather cloak over his armor, he made his way for the deck. When he made it topside, the captain spoke in a stern voice, "This b...