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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 be it for ye, greenie. Pay up and get of me boat!"

The orc smiled slightly, even at the harsh words. Perhaps he the sight of land put him in a better mood; they had been on the sea for almost two months now. He moved to pull a small bag of coins from a pocket in his coat when he heard a man shouting from the dock,

"Help! Help! The idiot just fell in the water! I didn't do it, I swear!"

Without a second thought, the large orc ran to the end of the boat to see a human flailing about in the cold waters that accompanied this time of year. Throwing of his coat, the orc dove head first into the murky dock waters of the Gobaith Harbor. After being submerged for a few moments, the orc finally brought the human to the shore. Coughing to catch his breath, the man whispered a faint thanks to his savior before laying his head against the rocky bank below him.

"That was mighty daring of ye, lad. Here, the ride is on me."

As the orc turned back around to look to the captain, the small bag of coins landed next to him. With a slight nod, the orc took the coins and stood up. The captain had the orc's coat in hand and an inquisitive look on his face.

"One more thing lad, Ye have a name? In case I sees ye again?"

Taking the coat in one hand and holding the coin purse in the other, the orc nodded slightly.

"Fallenrah."

At that, the orc took his leave and headed down the main causeway towards a town by the name of Troll's Bane...

((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.

Not knowing the layout of the town, he wandered about the brick buildings for awhile. He had grown quite thirsty from his journey and only cared about cold ale soothing his parched throat. He stood idly in the street for a few moments as he adjusted the bag hanging from his shoulders. As he was doing so, he watched a couple people walk into a building. Soon he heard loud laughter and talking; the sound dispersed throughout the main causeways of the town.

He excitedly snorted the air before him, hoping to catch the scent of food or drink. As the scent of dwarven beer touched his nostrils, his mouth became wet in anticipation. He walked toward the door with a large grin, his lower canines protruding happily.

Sitting inside the tavern was another orc, a female one, dressed in a variaty of old, non-matching clothes. Her build revealed she was quite agile and nicely trained aswell. In her belt rested a plain, light Serinjah sword.

She appeared to be silently drinking from a mug of beer at the current time, glancing up at the newcommer, a grin appearing on her face as she utters a rather loud "Greebas!" to him as she waved her long, rather messy black hair out of her face.

"Rukka nub seen joo arounds here before, come joins Rukka fur a drink!"