Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250 
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 20, 2016 10:33:56 GMT -8
Dura went inside with Daris to help with dinner, and they had the first of their own home-grown potatoes with venison, bread, and squash. Pleased with the veritable fruits of their labors, she looked up at him with an inquisitive expression when he began to speak. Considering his suggestion, Dura then nodded her agreement. "That sounds enjoyable. Do you wish to set out tomorrow?"
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Apr 20, 2016 12:04:49 GMT -8
"After I finish the furniture. Also I don't know how long we will be gone. We should find someone to care for our garden and animals in our absence. I don't wish to be gone too long, but a week or so would be nice. See as much of the land as we can in that time."
With that he sets about finishing his dinner. Once the dishes are done and everything is put away he takes a deep breath. He then turns to Dura and with a grin he tackles her forcing her towards their bed. She had said they would have an early night tonight.
<Fade to Black.>
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 20, 2016 12:42:00 GMT -8
"That makes sense. I will speak to some of the villagers tomorrow about watching over our home while we are gone. A week is a good amount of time." With that settled, she resumed eating, quickly devouring her meal. They washed the dishes and cooking implements together, and then Dura turned expectantly toward Daris. She wasn't disappointed, as her husband quickly pounced on the opportunity - literally and figuratively, both. Her growl of approval was heard as they hit the bed.. thankfully not hard enough to break it.
<Fade to black>
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Apr 21, 2016 11:26:09 GMT -8
The week is spent in preparation for their trip. Daris manages to finish the new chairs. Dura secures a promise from some of the locales to tend their live stock and garden. The night before they get their bags packed up. Daris grins looking at their old tent. They had spent many nights together in it. Now they would again only married. Perhaps they would do what he had often fantasized about, during those long nights when they had cuddle together. They woke the next morning and set off heading toward the Mau River.
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on May 21, 2016 19:37:05 GMT -8
<Two weeks later>
Their proposed week-long trip had become two, but it had been undoubtedly enjoyable. Still, Dura was glad to be home, and as they approached the hut, she looked up at Daris and smiled. "It is good to be home. This land is amazing.. but this place is ours." That made it more special and wonderful than anywhere else in this world, in her opinion. Opening the door to the hut, she shed her staff, pack, and boots, then sank down onto the plush fur rug beside the fire, stretching out with a contented sigh. By the spirits, she had missed even these simple pleasures.
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on May 21, 2016 19:59:26 GMT -8
Daris checked on their chickens before entering the house. He would never admit it aloud, but he was very fond of the strange little birds. Once he is sure they are safe and they were thoroughly petted he heads inside. He grins at his wife and come over to butt his forehead against hers. He gazes into her eyes with all the love in his heart.
"This home, there is no place I would rather be with you."
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on May 21, 2016 20:19:08 GMT -8
Having sat up when Daris entered the hut, she smiled when he came over and pressed his brow to hers, growling playfully up at him. "We can make home wherever we go, but I would rather miss this place." Her hands reached up and fingers gently tangled in his hair, and Dura kissed him, hard. Then she drew back and looked up at him with amber eyes full of heat and love. Part of her wanted to drag him down onto the floor and make love to him, but.. "I suppose we should probably be responsible and check to make sure everything is well, then prepare dinner, hm?"
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on May 23, 2016 7:06:55 GMT -8
Daris eyes his wife giving serious consideration to her question. The chickens were fine and he had seen the garden while he was out, it was also fine. Everything else could keep until later and there was only one thing he was hungry for right now. That decided he growls long and low and hungrily. Grabbing Dura around the waist he carries her to the bed.
"What needed immediate attention I already dealt with and there is only one thing I want for dinner."
<Fade to Black.>
A few hours later the orcs lay sprawled on the floor wrapped in a blanket. Daris had gotten a fire going at some point and in its dim light they enjoyed a light dinner of left over rations. Daris had an arm draped around Dura's shoulders allowing her to lean against him comfortably. He murmurs out in a low satisfied voice after she popped bit of jerky in his mouth.
"It is good to be home."
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on May 23, 2016 9:55:25 GMT -8
Dura was admiring the play of the firelight across her husband's skin as they lay in repletion on the floor, feeding each other. She smiled up at Daris as he spoke, and chuckled softly, grabbing a bit of cheese for herself and taking a bite of it. After she'd chewed and swallowed, she leaned in and shifted upward, nuzzling his jaw before laying her head on his shoulder.
"Yes, I missed this place. Most of all I missed the privacy that comes with our own home." She wrinkled her nose as she blushed, remembering the old people who had made very blatant and embarrassing references to their.. extracurricular activities. Hopefully those herbs the old woman gave her would last for a while...
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Mog'Lash the Breaker
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Physical Description:
Lash is an orc and typical for her kind. Tall and strong. A little green and toothy. Her dark hair is soft and loose while her muscles are hard and defined. She has visible scars and bruises giving proof to the many battles she's fought and won.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her clothes vary depending up on the day and task before her. Usually this means simple pants and a top that show off her muscles. When expecting a fight (or when she plans on starting one) she'll wrap her hands and wrists to avoid injury.
Her primary weapons are her bare hands. Punches, chokes, and gouges just make her day. However, some opponents don't have the sense to fall down when hit in the face and for that reason she carries an orc-made ax.
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Post by Mog'Lash the Breaker on Jun 18, 2016 7:03:29 GMT -8
Mog'Lash approaches the wooded perimeter of the two orcs' land. She cannot see the hut from here, of course, but she notices the tiny telltale signs of orc magic. They must have had a shaman come and put up wards. Or one of them is a shaman. She bristles at the thought of it. Magic? It's for those that aren't strong enough in the real world.
Still, magic could be powerful. And dangerous. She'd be a fool to ignore the danger.
The orc warrior recalls how she stepped through the wards back home, the defenses against bandits and predators. She had used passwords, gibberish to her that meant something to whatever that was guarding. It probably won't allow her access here, but it'll at least let the spirits or guardians know that she isn't hostile. She hopes.
She says the strange words as she stands there on the path and waits for a sign that she could advance.
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Jun 18, 2016 11:33:09 GMT -8
Dura froze in the act of harvesting fruits and vegetables from their garden as the spirits whispered loudly into her mind - there was a stranger nearing their hut, a stranger on their lands. An Orcish stranger. Setting the half-full basket on a nearby stump, she hurried around to the back of the hut where Daris was chopping wood and gave her husband a worried look; as soon as she had his attention, she spoke, her voice painted with anxiety.
"Daris, there is an Orc on our lands. And they are not of Falkreath." With that dire warning given, she hurried back around to the front of the hut and inside, snatching up her staff with its magical stone spear-blade. Golden eyes hard, she moved out of the hut once more and waited for Daris to join her. Once he was at her side, no doubt with his own blade in hand, she led the way toward where the stranger stood, chanting odd words that she didn't understand. Gripping her staff, she eyed the female warily, filling herself with the power of the magic all around them until her hair veritably crackled with it. She still couldn't hear the spirits of fire, but earth, wind, and water were hers to command, and she had but to think to summon the Earth elemental to aid them. Just in case, she alerted the creature that they may need its help, and the elemental rumbled its understanding.
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Jun 18, 2016 15:48:02 GMT -8
Daris looks up when Dura comes rushing around. She seems rather anxious and he soon learns why. His reaction though is not as severe as her own. There were some stories about orcs from lands other than Falkreath. Most focused on the orcs savagery and brutality. He wasn't sure if he gave credit to such things though. They couldn't be that bad, could they? Regardless he reverts his blade into the shape of a sword and sheaths it. Joining his wife on the path leading to their house. He looks at the new comer curiously, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword.
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Mog'Lash the Breaker
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Physical Description:
Lash is an orc and typical for her kind. Tall and strong. A little green and toothy. Her dark hair is soft and loose while her muscles are hard and defined. She has visible scars and bruises giving proof to the many battles she's fought and won.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her clothes vary depending up on the day and task before her. Usually this means simple pants and a top that show off her muscles. When expecting a fight (or when she plans on starting one) she'll wrap her hands and wrists to avoid injury.
Her primary weapons are her bare hands. Punches, chokes, and gouges just make her day. However, some opponents don't have the sense to fall down when hit in the face and for that reason she carries an orc-made ax.
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Post by Mog'Lash the Breaker on Jun 19, 2016 15:41:36 GMT -8
Standing there in the woods just outside of a Saskatoon village, the large orc woman whispers to the spirits. She felt like a fool. But better safe than sorry.
Soon, though, she hears someone approaching. She sees two orcs coming down from the path ahead. They're both rather short. And small. By the gods, with heavy enough clothes you could mistake them for humans. Maybe their half-breeds? Or maybe the orcs are just like that down here. Mog'Lash doesn't know.
Still, orcs are orcs. Traditions must be maintained. Even with the littler ones.
"I approach," she says, her hands empty of any weapon. In fact, her only weapon is an orc-made ax, safely attached to her belt. "And I come with no ill intent. I seek only the hospitality of my proud orc brothers and sisters in this land."
The warrior woman remains where she stands, her arms slightly spread out in the traditional stance of friendly greeting for her people. He hopes these two aren't the mindless savage orcs, lost to their primal urges. And if they were, if they are so compromised then it's just as well. Arm wrestling weak humans wouldn't be nearly as much fun as tossing it up with these two.
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Jun 19, 2016 16:03:39 GMT -8
Zar'Dura didn't relax as the female Orc spread her arms, only eyed her warily. She was taller than both of them. Older? Or was that simply a result of her tribe? The shaman was still unconvinced she wasn't a threat, but she wasn't attacking.. yet. She simply told the earth elemental to remain ready and relaxed her grip on her staff-spear ever so slightly as she cast a questioning look at Daris'Fall. What should they do? Should they welcome her? After a few moments, she spoke, hesitant and obviously not fully believing the female's tale.
"Who are you, and where do you come from?"
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Jun 21, 2016 12:58:28 GMT -8
Daris eyed the woman. He was short for an orc of Falkreath, close to the average height for woman of his tribe. This new orc was taller than him, which was impressive for a female. It didn't bother the young male though, he had been the finest warrior of his generation despite his stature.
Though his wife remains cautious Daris relaxes his grip on the pommel of his blade. He gives the new comer an easy going smile and nods. He was even going to invite her in when Dura speaks. His wife was being decidedly weary, so he opts to let her lead the discussion for now. He'd speak up if things got out of hand.
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Mog'Lash the Breaker
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Physical Description:
Lash is an orc and typical for her kind. Tall and strong. A little green and toothy. Her dark hair is soft and loose while her muscles are hard and defined. She has visible scars and bruises giving proof to the many battles she's fought and won.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her clothes vary depending up on the day and task before her. Usually this means simple pants and a top that show off her muscles. When expecting a fight (or when she plans on starting one) she'll wrap her hands and wrists to avoid injury.
Her primary weapons are her bare hands. Punches, chokes, and gouges just make her day. However, some opponents don't have the sense to fall down when hit in the face and for that reason she carries an orc-made ax.
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Post by Mog'Lash the Breaker on Jun 22, 2016 3:47:28 GMT -8
The woman speaks, she notices, while the short man just grins. It seems easy enough for Mog'Lash to determine who is of higher station here. Sadly, it is the shaman, but every orc tribe has their own ways. For instance, the way of her own tribe is to answer honestly when questioned.
"I am Mog'Lash, the Breaker, the Skull Crusher, the Neck Twister. I am from north of here, from across your Saskatoon Mountains, from the cold hills of Doluum. I've traveled far and though I am neither weak nor weary, I ask from you, my kin, a place to rest. Perhaps to make merry, as well?"
The orc warrior continues to make no hostile move; she doesn't reach for her weapon. What does she have to fear from these two, anyway? The rest of their tribe might be difficult, to be sure, and Mog'Lash has no desire to piss off any large groups of orcs down here. So best to be civil for now.
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Jun 22, 2016 9:56:40 GMT -8
Of course Daris was willing to welcome her without question.. Dura tended to be more cautious. She didn't know what the customs of this Orc tribe might be, but she doubted this female would approve of their marriage. What if she tried to fight them, or split them apart? They would have to be careful. Though she remained wary, she eased her grip on her staff and nodded slightly.
"..Very well, then. I welcome you, Mog'Lash. I am Zar'Dura the Listener, once of the tribe of Falkreath.. this is Daris'Fall, the Rising Blade, my.. tribe-mate." She faltered over the words, used to introducing him as her husband.. but that had been to outsiders who didn't realize how young they were, or that in the eyes of their tribe, they were children. Turning away, she began moving back toward the hut, using the elements to keep an eye on the interloper even though her back was turned. She didn't trust her. The only people Dura trusted were Daris and the Land-Tillers.
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Jun 22, 2016 13:15:57 GMT -8
Daris gives Dura a questioning look at the introduction. Then after a moment he realizes why she did it that way. They were young to be married. not an unheard of age, but one that would have been frowned upon in Falkreath. Still his welcoming grin doesn't waver.
"Well met Mog'Lash, you are welcome to share our fire for the night."
His voice is deep, but amiable and he walks with Dura back to the hut. Though Dura was insisting one being weary, something he could sense from the tension she carried, he was excited. It would be good to converse with another orc again, especially one with such interesting titles.
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Mog'Lash the Breaker
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Physical Description:
Lash is an orc and typical for her kind. Tall and strong. A little green and toothy. Her dark hair is soft and loose while her muscles are hard and defined. She has visible scars and bruises giving proof to the many battles she's fought and won.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her clothes vary depending up on the day and task before her. Usually this means simple pants and a top that show off her muscles. When expecting a fight (or when she plans on starting one) she'll wrap her hands and wrists to avoid injury.
Her primary weapons are her bare hands. Punches, chokes, and gouges just make her day. However, some opponents don't have the sense to fall down when hit in the face and for that reason she carries an orc-made ax.
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Registered: Jun 14, 2016 4:30:35 GMT -8
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Post by Mog'Lash the Breaker on Jun 23, 2016 4:10:39 GMT -8
Mog'Lash narrows her eyes ever so slightly when the woman, Zar'Dura, calls the other man "tribe-mate." She notices the slight hesitation in her voice. Suspicious? Their tribe may have some peculiarities, then. Perhaps some mild paranoia and mistrust of outsiders. The woman doesn't seem all that outgoing, it's true.
The orc nods her thanks to the man, Daris'Fall. While it looks as if he's taking the Zar'Dura's lead, he isn't acting as distrustful as she. Maybe paranoia isn't a tribal flaw but rather just the woman's.
"Please, if you will, guide me towards this fire of yours." Assuming they do, assuming there is time to talk along the way, Mog'Lash says, "tell me about this place. How did your tribe come to live so far inside human lands?"
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Jun 23, 2016 10:32:39 GMT -8
Leading her along the path to their hut, Dura decided she might as well answer the question with the truth. What did they have to hide, after all?
"We are the last two of our tribe. We were sent out on a quest, and when we tried to return home, we came across nothing but empty space. Our tribe and all the land around it was taken somewhere. And so we roamed for a time until the spirits led us here." By this time, they had arrived at the hut. She came to a stop at the fire pit in front of the hut and idly tossed another log onto it, causing it to send up a shower of sparks as the flames licked greedily at the fuel. Then she wandered inside, careful to close the door behind her. She returned some time later with a small keg of mead, and a basket full of bread, cheese, and onions and potatoes, as well as a large slab of deer meat. The meat was slung over the spit to roast, and the onions and potatoes were put nearby the fire to cook. She then sat on a rock, laying her staff across her lap.
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