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 Jun 30, 2016 13:10:04 GMT -8
"That does not mean I have to like it. Or her." This was grunted in annoyance, before she sighed and raised her head, gently pressing her brow to that of Daris. She remained like this for several very long moments, then kissed him and leaned away.
"I suppose we should go into the hut now. Spirits only know what she is doing in there." Dura grimaced, then turned and slid down off the rock with ease, landing lightly. She waited for Daris to join her before proceeding to the hut, pushing the door open to see what Mog'Lash was getting into. And even though it pained her...
"Normally we take turns sleeping in the bed, but since you are our guest, we forfeit it to you." Those words were a struggle, and she had to fight with herself not to growl. Propping her spear up in one corner, she gathered some extra furs and laid them out on the rugs near the fire in the heart of the hut, close enough that she and Daris could reach out and touch each other, but not close enough to be considered.. improper. She snorted at that thought. Improper. He was her husband! She should be able to sleep beside him if she so chose. Stupid interfering female. She needed to go away.
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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 Jul 1, 2016 6:57:51 GMT -8
Mog'Lash watches as Zar'Dura lays the furs down before the hut's central fire pit. "Nonsense, hostess. It wouldn't be proper to take so much advantage of your hospitality. Please, you sleep in your own bed." Without so much as turning her head, the orc woman glances over to Daris'Fall, quickly sliding her eyes down across his body and back up again. Just as quickly returning her gaze back to the shaman she says, "I can assure you that I'll more than comfortable over here by the fire, sleeping on these fine furs."
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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 Jul 1, 2016 14:56:49 GMT -8
Daris follows Dura into the hut, the same easy smile on his face. He assists Dura in setting up furs on the ground. Giving a little laugh at the explanation of the bed.
"Yes, I suppose I should make a second bed, but I haven't had the time."
At Mog'Lash's offer he shakes his head and raises his hands.
"It is nice of you to extand that to Dura, but neither I nor her would feel comfortable allowing a guest to sleep on the floor. I insist that you take the bed."
His voice his friendly, but firm. It is obvious that he won't accept any argument on this fact. Despite his easy going personality, the orc warrior had steel where it counted.
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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 Jul 1, 2016 17:34:03 GMT -8
Dura missed the way Mog'Lash looked at Daris, which was undoubtedly best for everyone involved. She turned around just in time to see her husband being firm with the interloper, which pleased her greatly. With the furs laid out, she nudged her boots off and settled on one mound of soft bedding, just close enough to Daris to avoid being considered improper, but to also put her at ease. Turning her back to the fire and Mog'Lash, she stared at the wall. She had a bad feeling that she couldn't seem to shake, and it was very unsettling.
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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 Jul 3, 2016 3:29:57 GMT -8
There's might have been something improper about the two young orcs sleeping together this way. Usually it's an entire group of people spending the night on furs by the fire, keeping their eyes open and watching each other's backs. But just two? She couldn't fault them for being the last two of their tribe. And the furs are a decent distance from one another. So what's the harm?
"Very well, hosts, I'll take the bed. Good night."
She leaves the two of them by the furs and fire and makes her way to the bed. It certainly looks comfortable. She pokes it with her finger, mashing the bedding down, testing its softness. It isn't anything like what she's accustomed to. Looks as if these two picked up this habit from the local humans, too. There's still an orc center to them but it is slowly being chipped away by these luxuries.
If they continue to live here, alone, without a tribe, then they'll lose everything that makes them orcs. They'll just be tall, ugly humans. And despite the friendliness Mog'Lash saw in the Saskatoon village, humans will one day turn on the lone orcs living in their hills. Just one prize sheep gone missing or one faulty building collapsing is all it takes for them to march on this hut with their torches and pitchforks. She wonders if the spirits will save the shaman, then.
But that's all a problem for another day. Now, Mog'Lash gets out of the clothes she's been wearing on the road all day. She tosses them in her pack and then sets aside some clean clothes for tomorrow. Naked, she hops into the bed. She's not particularly worried about whether or not her hosts can see her. Why would she be? It isn't as if she's doing anything wrong.
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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 Jul 3, 2016 11:12:07 GMT -8
Daris nods his head turning his attention back to his bedding. He doesn't look up when he hears Mog'Lash undressing. Instead he fluffs up his furs and bundles himself into them. It isn't long before he is snoring soundly.
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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 Jul 3, 2016 12:26:12 GMT -8
Dura bundled into the furs and it was a long time before she was able to fall asleep. But as was her custom, when the sun rose, she was up with it. She checked to see whether Mog'Lash was asleep, and hoping that the interloper was, she moved over to Daris, pressing her brow briefly to his before she left the hut. She gathered eggs from the chickens and some fruits before heading back inside and beginning to make breakfast quietly, starting with dough for bread.
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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 Jul 4, 2016 5:55:11 GMT -8
Mog'Lash wakes the next morning refreshed and ready to start a new day. She isn't all that surprised to find that the bed was extremely comfortable, more so than any she had ever slept in before. These stray orcs and their luxuries. Switching who sleeps in it each night until a second fluffy bed can be built. She briefly imagines that they try to find a way to both sleep in it on the same nights before dismissing the thought as too outrageous even for them.
Dressed, washed, and groomed as well as can be expected, the orc woman goes to find her hosts. Perhaps they have plans for today, plans that don't involve coddling spirits and ghosts. If not then there are always beasts in these mountains that could be dealt with. Who knows what abnormal activities these two get into all alone out here?
"Good morning," she says to whichever one she sees first.
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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 Jul 4, 2016 15:44:49 GMT -8
Daris wakes with with Dura and sets about his chores. First he cared for the chickens and collected their eggs. Then he headed out into the field near their house. Well it wasn't quite a field yet. He had slowly been clearing it by himself so they could have their own farm. He had also been using the wood from the trees he cut down to make planks. Those he would take into town at regular intervals to get treated.
He hoped to use the planks to make a barn someday so they could tend larger animals.
It was a lot of hard work, but he was glad to do it. Slowly, bit by bit their little hut would turn into a real farm and homestead. Bit by bit they turned this land into their home. He waves jovially when he see's Mog'Lash. He carries a trimmed pine tree over his shoulder. The massive log weighed close to a tonne, but he could manage it with magic augmented strength.
"Good morning."
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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 Jul 4, 2016 15:53:09 GMT -8
It wasn't long after that Dura emerged from the hut, carrying a large tray laden down with food - a fresh loaf of bread, a bowl full of washed and cut fruits, scrambled eggs, milk, and thick slabs of steak. It was set down on a rock near the outdoor fire, which she then stirred back to life. She could hear the whispering of the fire spirits within the embers, and then the flames which sprung up from them. They were getting louder and easier to hear.. but they were also dangerous. Even now, they were whispering to her that Mog'Lash was not to be trusted, that she should eliminate her before the hussy tried to steal her husband. Ignoring them was difficult, but she loaded some of the food onto a plate for herself, took a cup of the rich milk, and sat on her rock near the fire.
"Hello. Food is ready. Eat." The words were spoken shortly, and she waited only long enough for the two of them to retrieve their food before she began eating in a tense silence.
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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 Jul 5, 2016 6:16:55 GMT -8
Mog'Lash eats the food offered. It's good. Better, in fact, than the food from last night. She thoroughly enjoys the food but the silence by the fire becomes too much for her. "So what are our plans for today, hosts? I'd make a poor guest if I didn't help with some chores, some. The least I can do to thank you for your generosity is to actually work for it."
Then she looks out into the woods beyond the hut and says, "and after that then who knows what kind of trouble we can get into, eh?"
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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 Jul 5, 2016 11:29:37 GMT -8
Daris settles into breakfast with enthusiasm. He smiles at his wife as he eats, she is an excellent cook. He also hopes the smile will help ease her mood. He can practically feel the repressed anger and annoyance rolling off Dura. At Mog'Lash's words he looks up surprised. He hadn't expected an offer of help. He thought the elder warrior would try and force them onto a hunt straight away.
"If you wish to help you can tear out some of the stumps of the trees I clear. After that, there was talk of a Wyvern making passes in the mountains the other day. If one is close enough to be seen it is only a matter of time before it attacks. There was talk of getting a party together in the next few day, but I am sure they won't complain if we handle it."
Daris says this with easy going calm. He hopes to help Dura by giving her the morning off from the other orc. Out in the field Mog'Lash couldn't antagonize his wife too much. After that killing off the wyvern would be good for the village and show the orc warrior they were strong. Maybe then Mog'Lash would be less antagonistic.
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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 Jul 5, 2016 14:42:06 GMT -8
Daris smiling at her did indeed ease Dura's anger.. a bit. Not enough to make her start speaking freely with Mog'Lash, but enough to work out some of the tension in her shoulders, so she no longer looked like a taut rope about to snap. Staying silent during Mog'Lash's words, she glanced over at Daris when he spoke. She didn't like the idea of her husband alone with the other female - not because she didn't trust him.. because she didn't trust her. But she said nothing to that effect. Mostly because she had a plan.
"While you do that, I will speak with the spirits.. see if I can get an idea as to where its nest may be. I will also make some salves to bring along, just in case." It never hurt to have healing supplies ready to use. It wasn't that she thought they couldn't handle it, but rather, she knew how unpredictable and violent the rogue wyverns could be.. and she'd only been able to replicate her healing feat once since that accursed canyon.
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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 Jul 7, 2016 4:52:19 GMT -8
Mog'Lash listens to Daris'Fell speak about the stumps and the wyvern. Pulling tree bottoms out of the ground actually sounds fun. She's never done it but she imagines the roots keep it stuck in there good and tight. And fighting a wyvern fight sounds even better.
But of course, there had to be a disappointment in this fun. "You mean you won't be joining us for the wyvern hunt, Zar'Dura? You intend to stay here with your spirits and make salves while Daris'Fell comes with me to kill the beast?" What kind of orc turns down a chance to bring down a flying monster? What kind of orc lets a tribemate go into battle without at least offering to come along?
She gets up from the table and says, "show me this stump, Daris'Fell, and we'll get to yanking it out. Perhaps when we're done with our hard work Zar'Dura will have concocted a potion for us."
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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 Jul 12, 2016 11:35:51 GMT -8
Daris raises an eyebrow at Mog'Lash. Then he says in a companionable tone that hides his annoyance.
"You misinterpret what Zar'Dura says Mog'Lash. She will consult the spirits well we work the field. That way she can guide us to the wyvern when we are finished. Leading us of course means she will be coming with us. You should pay closer mind to you hostess's words, least you inadvertently give offense."
With that Daris heads into the field to get to work. Directing Mog'Lash to a large stump in the ground.
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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 Jul 12, 2016 11:39:29 GMT -8
Zar'Dura bristled and very nearly laid into Mog'Lash.. but then Daris spoke up in her defense. She barely hid the fact that she was quite pleased by this, but nodded her agreement to what her husband had claimed.
"It is as Daris'Fall says. I will consult with the spirits, and then once I have finished, assuming there is time, I will make salves, just in case there are injuries while we confront the wyvern." Turning away, she moved toward her tall meditating rock and clambered up on top of it. Folding her legs before her and laying her staff across her lap, she rested her hands on her knees and closed her eyes as she began breathing in a deep, steady pattern, opening her mind and spirit up to the spirits of the elements.
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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 Jul 14, 2016 4:41:44 GMT -8
"My mistake," Mog'Lash says. "The last thing I would want to do is give offense." With that she leaves the shaman to her rock-sitting and follows Daris'Fall to the fields. As she has never done any kind of stump work before, she follows his lead and instructions.
Unless Daris'Fall wishes to discuss something, Mog'Lash is content to work quietly. There are grunts of effort and directions to better get the task done, but she doesn't initiate any deeper conversations. She'll reply, though, if one is started. Otherwise, she'll work with the other orc until the job is completed.
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
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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 Jul 14, 2016 12:26:44 GMT -8
Daris works in silence at the start. Focused on chopping up roots before tearing the stumps out with a burst of strength. He works in a slow, thorough, and methodical fashion. After he has cast aside the stumps he turns and wipes the sweat from his brow. He addresses the other warrior in a companionable tone.
"So what are you plans after the wyvern hunt Mog'Lash?"
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Zar'Dura the Listener
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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 Jul 14, 2016 12:33:11 GMT -8
Dura meditated for quite some time, speaking with the spirits of earth and air until she located the rogue wyvern's nest. Then she descended from the rock and moved to retrieve plants from the stores inside and the herb garden outside, whereupon she settled in beneath a large tree. With mortar and pestle in her lap, she began to grind up the various plants, working on making a few pots of salve. She needed to work on controlling her ability to heal with magic, but it took a lot of out of her. She tried to focus on her task, but it was hard when the wind carried Daris' voice to her. She tilted her ear toward the working pair and did her best not to eavesdrop.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 10:29:28 GMT -8
Then he would walk to the center of the court.
His long, lazy steps made his walking quite slow. His feet landing caused his body to raise and lower quite noticeably, the head of such an orc staring down to the ground in front of him without... anything, actually. There was no interest, no lack of interest, no focus nor any ignoring. He was just.. staring. As if to daydream at this point. But so forth did Theev'Nok walk, continuing to march until he halted.
From there, Theev'Nok stared downwards, looking deeply into a firepit. A hand soon flinched for a moment, wanting to raise up, but failing to. The brute, Theev'Nok of Falkreath, such a pillar of his lost people, should be dead, to any who knew of his tragic end. But yet, here he was, broken, without peace, staring to a fire as if he was gaining strength from the warmth. The giant orc slowly dropped to his knees, sitting down upon his unbent heels, leaving a triangular hole in between his feet and the floor. His arms were limp, resting on his thighs as he stared to the fire with a hunger.
And from there would he remain, simply staring. He did not know why he came here- well, he knew why. The orcish home could never stop calling to any Frok'Nold, true in the blood and knowing of the magic. But the fact that he was here was something different. A pariah, he seemed to be now, with how he looked to this fire. As if this was the only thing that belonged to him. But his desire was still buried deep within him, as if he had to keep travelling. But with such a warmth as this firepit, be it ignited or not, Theev'Nok didn't know, nor could he tell. For the green fire igniting within his own eyes took over the vision he had.
As he sat, his head tilted to the right, his face softening and his eyes growing weak. His shoulders slumped and his jaws parted, leaving that distinguishable bottom jaw to prove that indeed this was the titan of Yore, the pillar of the Frok'Nold. Theev'Nok the brute, now laying here, in deep sleep to the fire's gaze.
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