Falkreath: The Stone Orc Settlement

"Oh, yeah. I found the dead body of a mage, and upon touching him I got all of his aptitude and had magical talent put into me. I was very mundane before that. I came to resent my kind more though, they were stupid... and mean. I already used to be abused by other Kobolds my age, and with my new intellect, they thought I was a joke and made fun of me. They'd lash out at me for acting arrogant about myself too." Doobie remembers getting shot by @jaci's crossbow. "It's been a couple years since I've left them. I don't miss any of them, except maybe my mother. But not enough to go back and see her."

Doobie looks down and sighs. "I lied, I'm not doing so well. I don't feel like I have anywhere I belong. I don't have a home to go to, out of this group, I'm the one with the weakest ties, I'm just friends with Jun, and you've got familial bond, and Vaelar is intimate with Jun. I dread the day when I have to part ways and go down that lonely road again..."

"Hrm, it feels like something is missing from my life."

Doobie dismounts as the Orc commands them all.

"They who've aided the Timewalker!" Exclaimed one from the back, the archers' heads turning towards the one archer, making the pitiful orc silence himself and stand even taller now, widened eyes by a bit. 

"Resonance, you are more than welcome to our ancient lands." The captain looked back to Jun, a praising nod filled with respect given towards her. Staring back to Ying-Na, a bit uncomfortable with her offer of alliance (As he was in no place for it) He looked to the walls, then back to her.

"Resonance alone is a fair reason for a bond such as... 'friendship'.." That term was not known among the people, the captain looking behind him again for a moment before looking back to Ying-Na, his face a bit more serious. "However, I warn you not to flaunt the term 'Alliance' within these walls, that word is to be addressed to the Chieftan and the Chieftan alone." 

With that warning, he grasped onto the reigns of the steeds, if there were any, without hesitation, expecting them to be fine. A handful of soldiers came out to help, the captain as he reached forward spoke aloud, saying, "We will guard your steed with our honor, outside of the walls, Thuri." He exclaimed, marching towards the nearby walls.

Doobie trailed behind Jun with a hand in his pocket, his other hand holding the bag slung over his shoulder. His head was pointed down and his hair hid his eyes. He didn't feel much better from talking to Ying-Na.

The group would be led into the entryway, the giant trolls to the sides of the entrance staring down at them with a grumble, soon pushing the stone slabs behind them back into place to block the wall. They alone were a fair reason to obey the code of honor in these parts, for there have been fatal outcomes even for foreigners when such honor is ignored or disgraced.

Leading them down the way, straight down the main path, the group would be halted fifteen paces away from the Chieftan's Hutt, by Fal'Thoma. Standing there with her war-axe in her sheathe, she kept her back straight, feet hip-width apart, right fist slammed upon center chest, chin raised, and a powerful voice booming out to greet them. 

"Hail, Thuri!!" She claimed, staring to Jun, this time. "Bearer or Resonance, it is an honor to witness you with forsaken eyes." She was actually quite praiseful of this Jun of the Celadine. "I am Fal'Thoma, War Wife of Chief Thorok and first to the Council's Throne. As my job as the regulator of Falkreath, it is my first duty- and honor - to meet those who've come for audience first." She paused for a moment, looking to the ground, then resuming her stance once more. "Now that we've been acquainted, the Chief is waiting for audience, Jun alone may enter, the rest of you must stay out here."

Standing behind her, Highlander Tal'Moond, the unknown yet praised orc, stood in position as she did, but the moment she walked into the doorway, waiting for Jun to enter, he resumed his powerful stance to halt any others that wished to enter as well. The beastly figure stood at a height of 8 feet, a bit shorter than the other orcs, but nevertheless, still massive in comparison to other races. His sword remained there, slightly pulled out, standing upon the side of the doorway as he stared to the others for a moment, before resuming his gaze straight forward, keeping them in his sight, though.

"You hold many titles, Jun of The Celadine Clan.." 

Speaking with a powerful voice, the fire in between the two of them calmed to ashen. He stared with eyes of trust-lacking, yet needy intentions. No comfort would ever be felt for any who stared into the eyes of the Chieftan, even less for the newcomers. As she would stare to him, hoping they'd lock eyes internally he did, she would see narrowed, focused eyes staring at her own. He stood tall, his spear held in a formidable position, the blade resting against the ground, chest puffed out with shoulders slightly back, feet pointed outwards and legs hip-width apart from each other.

Speaking once more (Not a moment before inhaling to introduce his voice much heavier than usual) he began his plea. "Indeed you were summoned to my council, my throne." He raised his free arm to the air with a bent elbow, staring at it for a moment before resuming his focus upon her eyes, analyzing her as if her eyes told her story truthfully. "Many would consider this an honor.. But then again, many haven't been within these walls during the Years of Isolation." His English was quite skilled for a Chieftan of a tribe. Continuing on after a moment, he explained her summoning.

"I've called upon you, Jun of The Celadine, because of the reputation you've upheld during our open year. You wield a blade such as Resonance." He stared to the blade for a moment to add emphacy on its important resemblance in the tribe. "And with such a blade you've achieved the reputation needed for me to personally invite you." His face twitched from a.. snarl? He looked for a moment to get ready to roar at Jun, as if a lion to the rival. "However, such a wielder cannot be trusted, as many prophecies spoke of unworthy heroes to carry them." He walked towards the right of his large step that led to his throne, halting after two paces to turn his head back towards her. "So, before further business is conducted, I call upon your honor, and your sword, to prove to me you are not of these broken prophecies." He turned his body to face her now, Fal'Thoma behind them the entire time, standing with an honorable position.

"Travel to the open lands of this world. Somewhere, dark, horrid abominations stir. The Ogres..." He spat out the name with a hideous reaction. "Such mistakes of life claim our birthright as their own, combine their barbaric lifestyles with our prideful name." He strongly placed a fist upon his center chest, which spread to a hand planted upon it. "You will go to this fortress they control; and you will crush every skull and impale every heart of every monster within its walls." His calm hand suddenly clenched up to a mighty fist, muscles rippling along his forearm as he stared to her. "Once you return with their 'leader's' dagger, only then will we continue our conversation." He walked calmly back to the throne, sitting back down as he stared to Jun, his free hand bent to hold his chin weakly. "I am waiting, Jun of The Celadine." With that, he kept a powerful stare at her, calm, yet forcing, eyes upon her own, waiting for her to depart.

With the sudden response, the eyes within Thorok's skull lit up, golden fire dancing as a rage occurred within him, his jaws clenched as his hand lowered to the end of the arm rest, facial muscles flexing mightily as he was ready to explode, beginning to stand up.

Suddenly, however, Fal'Thoma's hand rose highly towards Thorok, intent, brave eyes which calmed the Chieftan, who now stared at Jun with a mighty disappointment, down to sit back in his throne. 

Staring to Jun, Fal'Thoma spoke. "The Ogres, as putrid as they are, and mighty, are of no good. As you travel to their fortress, most likely the forest around them will have the skeletons of children as well as soldiers hanging along the branches of their 'claimed' forest. The ogres entirely are a monstrous race, and should be eliminated. Their only intent in this world is to bring evil uprising and crush all with light in them." She paused for a moment, looking to Jun. "Surely, this would be enough to send you along your way?" She questioned, more of a plea now, as the Chieftan was calmed, yes, but still angry that she couldn't get the message that they were bad, or worse, question his decision. That was a question Thorok wrestled with in his head as he remained silent.

Doobie waited outside, kicking at the dirt beneath him with his hands in his pockets.