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Bula was less careful in her pursuit, perhaps lending too much of her trust to chance as she followed after Hath. Her gaze remained ahead of them, even as the clashing of the remaining orc in battle with the troll rolled down the road in their wake. "Hug the wall," Bula called out to him...

Hath already slipped, albeit without any smoothness to go with it. Ice had a way of taking away one's independence simply by existing. Out of her sight, the half-blind shaman rose carefully to her feet to prevent any unwanted slippage. The scout was nearer now, eagerly throwing his weight into...

Bula had little more luck than Hath and when the blade of her hatchets–first one, then the other–struck the hide of the ice troll, it bit through the armor. Only enough to draw a sliver of icy ichor and irritate the creature, but it was enough. Unable to free either one of her axes, even with...

Bula skid to a stop, digging her heels into drifting snow as the wind picked up. Her head turned, jaw clenched into a grimace. Her gaze settled on the wounded man, as if locked in a trance. Something moved in her blind eye, a faint glimmer she thought was phantom memories–brighter than what told...

Something akin to the beginnings of a disgruntled snarl twitched the corner of her lip. The orc's gloved hands rested up on the hilts of her axes, the feel of their hafts against her fingers familiar and comforting. Black braids hung around her face, flecks of snow and ice caught in their thick...

Gorsgoya's administrations elicited a low growl from Bula. It hurt, but it was good for her leg, which had already been scraped clean of dead skin. The wound was worse than Bula showed, but that wasn't uncommon for the she-orc. Her head turned, ear toward the exit of the tent as if she heard...

The orc wanted to discuss these things privately, without any company save her mother. But her wounds did need looking after, less they fester, and she looses the limb. That would render her useless to her clan, she believed. She couldn't live that kind of life, she was far too active to be...

It was the second time she'd come home sporting wounds. Bula was proud of the scars she bore, of the scars she would yet bear. The she-orc, nonetheless, paid heed to her mother's words. She didn't want to deal with seeing Gorsgoya, but a splint would do her twisted and broken foot well. With a...

The blood covered, earless orc's right ear, or lack thereof, not hearing Mabess's departure from her tent. Fortunately, Mabess called Bula's name loud enough for her left ear to pick up. The right side of her body looked her experience. Worn, damaged, imperfect. At least scarring meant something...

Bula had returned again from one of her sabbaths that she took. She missed her family--her mother especially. But there was more to her return than that. She came bearing a warning that she had not yet told anyone. Grabbing one of the sticks near the campfire, she nudged the embers and...

A smile didn't belong on Bula's scarred face, and when Hath managed the half-smile, the one-eyed she-orc appeared perplexed. Nonetheless, her lips twitched in a poor attempt at smiling back. It was too human an emotion to express by the shaman's standards. When they were out of earshot, she...

"I was not," Bula answered, but she showed no intention of divulging where she might have been. The she-orc wasn't there when Hath assisted with the gnoll invasion, either. Of all Mabess's children, Bula was the least known among strangers. She was often gone from their home, communing with...

When Bula met her mother and Alani the next morning, she appeared little more invigorated than she had upon her arrival. Her body was tired, exhausted from so many months of traveling, fighting, defending her ancestral spirits as she sought their knowledge. Her stubborn pride could not be a...

“Thought is given too much credit,” Bula said, her words somehow gentle despite the guttural nature of their native tongue. Her accented words only served to support her claim. Though she spoke little, there was no doubt that she came from Mabess’s clan. “When?” the shaman asked simply...

Bula didn't expect conversation. She didn't have much of a desire for it either, and yet here it was in the form of another orc. An oddly thin one, but one nonetheless. The crunch of road beneath the foot of the others as they ascended the hill brought her attention back to the road, just off of...