Saskatoon Mountain Villages - The Orcs' Hut

     Mog'Lash is shocked to hear the news as they walk back to the hut.  "You lost your tribe?  And through magic, you say?"  It's always magic.  Their enemies can never beat an orc in combat so they rely on trickery and magic to steal their victories.  She's heard this story a thousand times over.  Never with an entire tribe, though.

     While Daris'Fall goes to chop wood and feed the chickens, Mog'Lash sits with Zar'Dura by the cooking fire, drinking the sweet mead provided by her hostess.  "It troubles me.  You two kids out here all alone.  It is good, then, that I came along!  You were not meant to left alone.  That is a fate no orc should endure."

     The other orc returns from his chores and asks his question.  Mog'Lash replies, "I'm from north of here, over the mountains.  Called Doluum.  It is a cold, icy place for most of the year.  But we survive.  We thrive, even.  Our might, our ferociousness, our commitment to traditions keep us going.  None match us."

     It is almost a mantra, by now.  From birth she's memorized the appropriate words and phrases of praise for her tribe.  It isn't indoctrination, exactly.  She thinks of it more like patriotism.

Daris continues to grin as Mog'Lash speaks. Like Dura he would not be eager to have this woman inserting herself into their day to day life. Still he didn't mind the visit. It was nice to have an older orc around again, it felt a bit like being back in Falkreath. She reminded him of the senior warriors. Proud with a pragmatic and slightly savage sort of wisdom. Grabbing a hull of bread he tears off a chunk and devours it. Then he says in his easy going way.

"Doluum sounds like an interesting sort of place though. Sounds like you could do some good training out there."

     She listens to the two orcs around the fire.  It is no wonder to her why they live "peaceful lives" in "harmony with the elements."  These youngsters are not challenged!  Of course Daris'Fall can spar with three or more locals at a time.  She saw them in the nearby village.  She even arm wrestled some of them.  Their biggest and strongest were no match for her, no match for a proper orc.

     If they only train with the weak humans or with each other then they can't be growing, can't be improving.  They sit in this small kingdom of theirs, mightier than all that surround them, living in "harmony" because none are strong enough to challenge them.  It fosters complacency and vulnerability.  That's no way for an orc to live.

     There is hope for them, though.  As long as one's alive there is hope.  And maybe Mog'Lash can help them.  She asks Zar'Dura, "what kind of monsters pop up in the area?"

"Yes, the giants were fun. That was a fight to remember."

Daris nods remembering how they had dealt with the trio of storm giants. They mighty creatures had towered over them until they had laid them low. He get's a hint of the foreboding Dura is having as she scootches a bit closer. He has had instructors who thought he was complacent before. They always get a crazy idea in their heads and occasionally do something rash. Still he wasn't too worried, Mog'lash would probably just ask to spar. The orc warrior was confident in his ability to hold his own against her in such a match.

     Mog'Lash nods to her hosts and heads inside the hut, leaving the two of them outside.  The interior could best be described as... comfortable.  Cozy might even be more accurate.  The orc looks around, picks up various small objects, looks them over, and puts them back.  Maybe not everything is put back exactly as she first found it.

     She notices that there is only one bed in the hut.  She snorts.  It probably belongs to the shaman.  She sleeps in luxury while the other roughs it like a proper orc.  Not having elders to curb these little excesses isn't doing these two any good.

     So she continues to look around the hut.  She doesn't snoop; she wouldn't debase herself by going through their drawers or cabinets.  But for the most part she takes a gander at everything out in the open until the others come inside with her.

Daris joins her wordlessly on the rock. He sits next to her his shoulder bumping into hers. He know there is nothing to say that will help. He simply wishes to provide what strength he can with his presence. When she is calm and ready to talk, they would talk. Until then they will sit.

Daris listens to Dura calmly, only a little taken aback when she leans away from him. His voice is level and calm, with a hint of humor.

"Dura you spent most of your time around Shor'Bolg. I spent most of my time around the senior warriors. Mog'Lash reminds me of some of them. I am very happy with how things are, I am just not bothered by her behavior. They all act like that at first, they don't respect those they think are weak. They do it to motivate you to get strong. You are strong though, the strongest woman I know. If show her this and she will respect you."