Falkreath: The Stone Orc Settlement

The mighty walls grind against each other as they opened up the entryway, the massive stone fields around the stronghold revealing quite an impressive race to survive in the stone wasteland. The mighty beasts unknown to the Wolf could only be viewed by their upper chest down, the rest of their bodies hunched over behind the stone circles. The orcs stared down to Mak'Zuul and his group, fists planted upon their chests as they looked to the wolf, not knowing, but guessing, that she was a Wolf-Kin.

Mak'Zuul looked down to Moon with a mighty grin, chuckling once more as he marched down the center of the dirt path, frowning as he looked to the mighty armored guards standing at the Chieftan's Hut, he looked down to Wolf, deciding that he'd lead her to the Troll grounds, waving his hand forth.

The Chieftan remained powerful with his position, his left arm holding his spear, which pointed straight upwards with its position. His other hand, however, followed Mal'Zeeth's, covering the sacred spot a blessed ritual had focused upon so many moments ago. He looked down to her, closing his eyes as his jaw did its best to nuzzle against his wife, a low purr coming from his mouth as he closed his eyes and slid his hand upwards to rest upon her stomach.

Suddenly, he would growl at the thought of her leaving, looking with only a hint of annoyance as he held her as close as he could with that arm, head pushing against hers so their cheeks would rest against one another, whispers of gentle romance escaping his thoughts and becoming reality as they traveled through her ears.

The guards, however, would slam fists to their chests as the pack headed towards the troll grounds, but do nothing more than acknowledge them.

The stone and dirt was suddenly replaced with beautiful greenery. As they marched forth, trees and greenery until the land connected with the stone walls stretched out. The trolls began to stare to the wandering orcs, gentle, dumbfounded faces upon them, gentle smiles as something seemed to be disturbing them within the forest. It stirred quite dangerously, but seemed to remain inside the hidden trees. Mak'Zuul grew weary of that part, and decided that he'd remain over upon the borderline of the camp.

Then, suddenly, one of the trolls would have let out a moan of agony, the others looking with wide eyes and fear. They staggered away from the strange one, arms thrown to its back as its stubby fingers attempted to pull something from its back, then its face. Suddenly, the struggle halted, staring with lowered arms with red, glowing eyes. Staring to Moon, the troll sprinted forth, towards the wall. He was going to crash through, until, it leaped upwards, climbing it as if it was nothing. Fur was seen upon its back, along with.. a tail? Like that, the troll vanished from the Breeding grounds, a sudden disturbed aura rising now as the trolls appeared quite affected by the outburst, the Caretakers marching around as they whispered to themselves of worry.

Mak'Zuul grew dreadful of this moment, now regretting he'd brought the wolf this way. "Come, Wolf-Kin, let us... acquaint you with the Chieftan!" The referrence to Thorok made the forest rumble a bit, the trolls staggering farther from the area as Mak'Zuul prepared himself for a split second. "...As well warn him of whatever lurks within.." He mumbled, turning around as he sped his walking.

The guards noticed Mak'Zuul heading towards them, both of the guards' nearer hands to the doors lowering and pounding upon them. Causing a sudden jerk in Thorok's body, the Chieftan launched to his feet, sending Mal'Zeeth up with him, growling as he held his spear firmly in his hand, staring intently at the duo which entered.

"Great Chieftan!" Exclaimed the grinning hunter, pounding a fist to his chest. However, Thorok was quite aggravated by Mak'Zuul's sudden intro, frowning as the Chieftan's mighty, regained voice boomed. "Dare you enter with guards at my door, Mak'Zuul? Shall I summon the damned dragon to stop your feet?" He questioned, snarling now as the young boy interrupted his time with his wife.

"Great Chieftan, with honor I bestow upon you... Wolf-Kin. Earthborn.." Suddenly, Thorok's face calmed, eyes magnifying with intensity. "... A Wolf-Kin?" He questioned, loosening his stance as he stepped backwards for a moment, his chest now puffed out as he grew silent, Mak'Zuul urging Moon to present her self to the Chieftan.

Suddenly, wards could be seen lit up along an invisible dome covering Falkreath. From there, the settlement was prepared for any magic-negation, a handful of archers lining the entryway as a shaman prepared behind the safe walls.

However, all procedures would halt as a mighty roar echoed along with the mighty footsteps of such a being. The trees shook within the Troll Grounds, the birds taking rest in the branches fleeing with only fear in their hearts. Suddenly, the ground shook weakly, nothing in comparison to Chalk's footsteps, but what then occurred was white remarkable.

As Chalk was far from the walls of the settlement, a massive, large, raw deposit of iron hurled through the sky, a perfect arch in its path as within no time the speed aligned with the trailing would have the mighty iron projectile meet with Chalk, a good second away from the marble monolith at this point in time.

Jun and company approached the borders of the ogre settlement.

They were carrying the ogre leader's dagger.

The Chieftan looked down to Moon, eyes cast with little insult to them. Her way of speaking was expected, as not many outside of this tribe knew the pleasant form of speechcraft the Frok'Nold favored. Staring down to her, the Chieftan lifted his chin highly as the flaunt of her power was demonstrated, an impressed huff coming from his face as he witnessed her. From there, his voice lifted up and he spoke.

"You have blessed his village with your grace, Wolf-Kin. Truly, you should view this as your home." A fist gently placed against his chest soon reached outward to open with a palm facing to the ceiling. "However.. your mind and soul is of this new world, and not of the past. From that, I witness you as a hunter, a wolf. Blessed with this sentience, yes, but your priveleges here are revoked. I am sorry to bring you this word, but do not let it discourage your rights to our beds, our foods, our voices." From there, he looked to Fal'Thoma, who gave an interesting look to him. "From here, I must order you to leave my hut. Travel where you wish, Earthborn, you are always welcome among these people."

From there, orcs were ordered to send Jun and her party to the hut, gently, of course, with praise and gentle orders.