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Korg walks along the main road in town, past the libary and the hospital, looking from side to side at all the problems on the island. He watches people fighting and guards chasing down orcs, he watches people blaming others for the smallest things.

Korg ends up at the shop, but he decideds not to enter it as he doesn't wish to watch another argument about a couple of gold coins, or not the right amount of stock bought.

He decideds to walk over to the mill and sit up ontop of it watching everything quietly, but at the same time trying to forget how the island has become and how the people now act. He closes his eyes trying to remember the old days and how good it was.

((feel free to continue this i kind of miss the good old rp's on the forum))

Bailey enters the marketplace and looks around, seemingly lost. She wears a white, slightly torn up shirt and a tight leather leggins. A sword belt graces her waist.

Curious she watches the people passing by and eyes the orc at the millstone, as suddenly a man jostles her.

"Ey! Open your eyes, man."

"Sorry", the man mumbles and continues his way.

"hmph!"

Korg watches as the the lady is bumped into and gives of alittle grunt towards the man. He then turns his head around again watching the people within the city.

Every now and then he turns his head back to see if the lady is still standing there glancing at him.

Bailey watches the man leave and then slowly looks back at the Orc.
"Greetings", she says with a pert smile. "Can you tell me the name of this town?"

Korg grunts and says in a quiet manner, "name of town ib trollsbane yub".

He then looks over the lass and continues, "Yoo nub wub be in towns unless yoo nub mind a destroyed town yub, nub good wub happens to town after so longs".

Korg shrugs to himself and looks a different way at some other people arguing within the walls

Amelie sits near the mill stone, dressed in her rags. Crinkles dominate her face and her eyes look tired and exhausted. She looks around the place muttering to herself:

"What's the name this town she asks. Poor child do not even know that she's in a cursed town. Full of strangers it is. Full of greys who dominate everything."

She examines the lady and turns the head to the orc. "You smell. Get away! You shouldn't sit there like that. You'll scare the child away."

Bailey directs her attention to the old woman and throws her a curious look. "A cursed town you say?"

She seemingly just ingores what she said towards the orc.

Korg looks down at the old lady as he grunts deeper.

"yoo be quiet old lady. yub i smells but atleast i look better den yoo do's now be quiets und nub talk to mes wid a face like dat yoo hears."

He the shoo's the old lady away with his hand and doesn't pay her much attention.

Amelie nods slowly. "Cursed it is. The greys dominate it you know. Poor child...They threw me into the prison for writing on the shopwall you know. They didn't like it and threw me into the jail. Cursed are they and they do not even know that they are. But my mistress told me. She'll watch over me."

Seems to ignore the orc and looks at the lady.

Bailey chuckles softly about the ready wit of the orc.

"They throw you in prison because you wrote your opinion? Oh I know that. It's similar like where I come from. Who is your mistress, Lady?"

Bailey still stands and her look glances from the lady to the orc and back again.

speaks in a manner of knwoingness.

"she nub thrown into jail because of note she thrown into jail because she look like jail would fix her face up. hah it did alittle toos".

Amelie looks at the orc again Orc, I told ya. get lost, you smell. My head hurts already.
She turns her head to the lady again and smiles slightly Cherga is my mistress my child. She watches over me.

Korg just look at the old lady and laughs loudly

"Har Har, Atleast me smell is nub as bad as ye looks yoo old bag har har".

She presses her lips together, so that she doesn't start to laugh about the comment of the orc.

With a puzzled look Bailey examines the woman again. "Cherga, eh? Not very common". She raises a brow.

Korg look back at the young lass after insulting the old lady.

"she say she habe a mistress young lass but she lso old under dat skin she start dinking she habe pretend friends yoo know she dat old looking".

Bailey chuckles softly.

"Oh... besides: My name is Bailey Thunnigan", she smiles at the orc and also nods towards the lady.

Amelie coughs into her rags and looks back to the orc "You really should leave or do you want that we all die from your smell? An ogre smells like a flower next to you. Never heard of water did ya?"

She coughs again into her rags. She looks back at the lady and cwas:Not very commun hu? Good thing. Do you know my mistress? I could tell you some stories if you want.

He Laughs at the old ladies comments not replying to what she said but speak to the young lass instead,

"Me name is Korg yub....former skull advisor und now i be at wars wid dem dat be mes yub...pleasure to meet yoo Bailey".

Korg swings his leg on the mill and makes sure he accidently hits the old lady with his foot

Bailey smirks at the lady. "Yes, I know Cherga. And right because of that I don't prefer to hear more stories of her. But thank you."


"A pleasure Korg.", she smiles to the orc then. "But... who are the 'skulls'?"

Korg grins showing his teeth.

"dey be ruthless clan of orcs yub day raid towns und kill all against dems but dey nub hurt mes or mes new chief der full clan name bes Bloodskulls you nub wub to get to know dems nub nub".

"Ah, I guess they neither would want to meet me too." With a pert grin she pats the hilt of her sword and winks.

"Bloodskulls. hm. I will remember this name."

"a perdy young lass like yoo fights wid a sword?"

korg looks the lass up and down again.

"yoo good wid dat sword?"

Amelie looks silently at the two. From time to time she starts to cough in her rags.

"good? hm. yes, I would say so. I just couldn't finish my training as a soldier bec... ack. never mind."

She smiles innocently and tries to change the topic.

"What weapon do you prefer?"

hearing the old lady cough now and then korg looks back down at her.

"if yoo nub like de smell get up und walks away yoo stuiped oomie".

grins at the young lass staring her in the eyes as he speaks.

"nub yoo must tells yub because whys young ones?"

Looks at the orc in disgust "I'm an old woman. I can't walk that good anymore. That's why I'm saying you should leave."

"It really isn't important". Her smile changes to smirk. Bailey as brown eyes which are showing her confident.

"if it were dat bad yoo would get up und leave so just sit der and be quiet old hag yub? okays? goods".

korg go's back to looking and listening at the young lass.

" yoo asked wub i prefer to wield yub?".

Korg then removes his axe form his straps around his back and holds it in two hands so the young lass can take a good look at his double axe.