A small orc lands in the dock. Having traveled far and wide due to story's of Moshrans newest addition to the 'family'. Having orders from his sect of the clan, the old priest made his way towards the center of things. Coming through the east gate his eyes set firmly on the blooded alter. For a moment a rage takes the old Orc. Cursing in profoundly well spoken Orcish and one or two Elf words to boot he moves around it, making sure to keep his distance as if he would be infected otherwise.
Sitting on the log for a while, praying to Brágon that he would find honorable support against this obvious crime against what he had been taught. Though, who says all prayers are answered?
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People wander by rather quickly in the town of Trollsbane, some throwing a quick, frightened look at the altar, some with a subtle smile and a few even shrugging as if it didn't matter.
Some also tell the story of an armour-clad orc, wielding a firey blade, entering in several heated debates and fights around the altar, claiming all manner of things being wrong with it, lighting fires ontop and around it.
Some laugh and mock while others nod carefully in agreement, but the basis of the story appears to return each and every time.
A while later, a few peasants run past the well, yelling exitedly at eachother and several people along the way: "A fight! A fight at the workshop! Some crazy orc and one of the goddess followers!"
Some also tell the story of an armour-clad orc, wielding a firey blade, entering in several heated debates and fights around the altar, claiming all manner of things being wrong with it, lighting fires ontop and around it.
Some laugh and mock while others nod carefully in agreement, but the basis of the story appears to return each and every time.
A while later, a few peasants run past the well, yelling exitedly at eachother and several people along the way: "A fight! A fight at the workshop! Some crazy orc and one of the goddess followers!"
Spending the night the dwarf owned tavern, and taking a few weird looks from the dwarf behind the counter (This could be due to either the manners in which the Orc spoke or the fact he had Elven tattoos around his head). Drinking red wine and returning to his mediation the Orc can't help but listen to what the islanders spoke about. Some were in favor of this new 'goddess', at this the Orc couldn't help thinking to himself ' They chose the path, then they shall justify them to Brágon in the trail... I must try though..
The day was going as any could expect in such a small settlement be-cursed by their many problems. The people chatted, the cultists praised their new found goddess and the others argued with themselves whether or not to join one side or the other. Between resting and mediating he heard the rumor, thanks to the town being such a small place, news traveled fast.
The Orc rushed his small green ass to the site of the scene. A small grin and a quick "thank you Brágon" might be heard coming from his mouth as he set his eyes on the Orcess, at this point he knew the fate which rested with the Cultist. He felt no sorrow for what was to come as it were, some must be an example to show.
The day was going as any could expect in such a small settlement be-cursed by their many problems. The people chatted, the cultists praised their new found goddess and the others argued with themselves whether or not to join one side or the other. Between resting and mediating he heard the rumor, thanks to the town being such a small place, news traveled fast.
The Orc rushed his small green ass to the site of the scene. A small grin and a quick "thank you Brágon" might be heard coming from his mouth as he set his eyes on the Orcess, at this point he knew the fate which rested with the Cultist. He felt no sorrow for what was to come as it were, some must be an example to show.
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And there the orcess stood, armed with a long, burning blade in one hand and a shorter sword in the other. Across from her an angry, cloaked figure with a mace in his hand, ready to attack.
Several bystanders watched as Netheria's follower swung his mace at the orcess with a yell: "Moshran's daughter will make me win!"
The orcess attempted to deflect the mace's heavy head by hitting the handle with her smaller sword, ending up breaking her weapon and only barely avoiding the mace, stumbling out of balance.
Upon recovering from his swing, the hooded man quickly followed up with another mighty blow, aiming for the orcess' head, but due to a quick reaction hitting only her shoulder.
The orcess roared loudly as she felt how her steel shoulderguards were crushed into her under the mace's force, causing her assailant step back in a moment of fear. This was just enough for her to rise up and swing her longsword at the man's arm, cutting through it and setting alight the cultist's robe.
The fire spreaded quickly and the air filled with screams while the orcess rose up staring at the man with a grin on her face as he was judged by the fire. The now brightly lit figure resorted to running toward the nearby Lake Adron where he disapeared under the water.
Only his burning stump of an arm and the mace it once held remained.
Several bystanders watched as Netheria's follower swung his mace at the orcess with a yell: "Moshran's daughter will make me win!"
The orcess attempted to deflect the mace's heavy head by hitting the handle with her smaller sword, ending up breaking her weapon and only barely avoiding the mace, stumbling out of balance.
Upon recovering from his swing, the hooded man quickly followed up with another mighty blow, aiming for the orcess' head, but due to a quick reaction hitting only her shoulder.
The orcess roared loudly as she felt how her steel shoulderguards were crushed into her under the mace's force, causing her assailant step back in a moment of fear. This was just enough for her to rise up and swing her longsword at the man's arm, cutting through it and setting alight the cultist's robe.
The fire spreaded quickly and the air filled with screams while the orcess rose up staring at the man with a grin on her face as he was judged by the fire. The now brightly lit figure resorted to running toward the nearby Lake Adron where he disapeared under the water.
Only his burning stump of an arm and the mace it once held remained.
Balancing his fragile body on his staff whilst watching the blows go back and forth before the poor sod was mauled and finally set alight the Orc grinned a tusky grin. How fitting, that such a mindless fool would be driven to death by the flame only to be brought fourth and challenged about his previous actions.. Most likely to meet said flames after the trail. This thought made the Orc grin wider still.
After a moment the Orc claps his hands together, his grin turning more to a small smile at this point, with this he begins to speak in his native tongue. Unlike some of his wilder brothers, he has full control and understanding of this language and as such, doesn't sound like hes stuck in common. ' Well done my friend! Truly the Flame of Brágon rests with you on this victory, over that scum which spat blasphemy out of his unworthy jaws. Tell me my warrior, what is your name? For it is one I'll no doubt be praying to Three to protect!'
With that the Orc waited for the response from the Orcess. [/i]
After a moment the Orc claps his hands together, his grin turning more to a small smile at this point, with this he begins to speak in his native tongue. Unlike some of his wilder brothers, he has full control and understanding of this language and as such, doesn't sound like hes stuck in common. ' Well done my friend! Truly the Flame of Brágon rests with you on this victory, over that scum which spat blasphemy out of his unworthy jaws. Tell me my warrior, what is your name? For it is one I'll no doubt be praying to Three to protect!'
With that the Orc waited for the response from the Orcess. [/i]
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Seeing the elderly orc made her blink a few times as she was still a little caught up in the kill, looking him over quickly before bluntly replying:
"Rukka is Rukka!" a moment's silence "Where joo from?"
Rukka observed the orc to more detail after having spoken, signs of recognition appearing on her face as she found him to resemble others whom she had met on her travels, those who showed her an orcish way besides that of the bloodgod, whom she had never truely felt good about.
The orcess smiled, sheathing the blade she had left, stepping toward the priest and preforming a little, somewhat uncomfortable bow, clearly not used to doing so.
"Rukka is Rukka!" a moment's silence "Where joo from?"
Rukka observed the orc to more detail after having spoken, signs of recognition appearing on her face as she found him to resemble others whom she had met on her travels, those who showed her an orcish way besides that of the bloodgod, whom she had never truely felt good about.
The orcess smiled, sheathing the blade she had left, stepping toward the priest and preforming a little, somewhat uncomfortable bow, clearly not used to doing so.