Dark Waters

[Jal'Kala]

The boat moved silently through the dark waters, a glimpse of moonlight creating a golden trail which spread across the boundless surface.

Gobaith.

The isle was in sight, and an isle was what it truely was. A small land mass hardly warranting his attention. But come he had, and arrive there he must.

The small figure stood hunched upon the vessels deck, hooded features looking towards the land before it. Another was upon the vessel, clutching a pair of ores in its grip. The wooden instruments pushing, pulling with inhuman stamina, the slow pace constant un-faltering.

Haste..

The word spoken by the hunced figure came forth in a deep somber tone, the effect immediate, the oar started to churn the waters more feircly, the cloak which covered the oarsmans hands sliding back due to the increased rthym. Its skeletral hand comming into view.

So this was the land to which he had been summoned. Truely Gobaith must be blessed to attract the attention of his clan and his master. It was not often one of his ilk left the secluded reaches which they named home.

The craft neared the northern most shores, the small mountains standing proudly in view.

There was much to be done, answers to be found. Questions to be asked. Deeds to be written.

[Jal'Kala]

Walking Trollsbane, confronted always by the lesser races. Offers of smiles, then off threats. How strange this isle was.

' Were friends of your chief '

He had no chief

' You had better learn respect for those you dont know '

Respect must be earnt

The mixed town was in dis-aray, full of the softskins. The taste of the air leaving a bitter taste within his maw.

With a slow purpose , the orc made his way to the northern lands. His destination the old caves of the clans. His quest knowledge.