Recent content by Bula

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...

Bula didn't expect to be followed, but she heard the grass and dirt the sound of his steps as he slowed to a stop a small distance from her. Turning her head, the shaman's green eyes tilted upward, studying the much taller orc. His stature, smaller than that of most males she encountered, was...

A gentle grin teased lightly at her the orc's lips, curling them around her tusks menacingly. She'd lasted as long as she did in the wilderness already, and though rest would be appreciated, Bula wasn't the sort to say no to a hunt. The shaman's stomach growled as she shifted her weight, an...

Bula didn’t like to think of herself as rude, but Alani was not someone she knew. Even then, it likely wouldn’t have changed the she-orc’s reaction to the introduction. She grunted deeply, lifting her chin as she observed Alani with her good eye. It was the closest thing to reciprocating the...

Bula said nothing to those present, having already expended any words she had any intent to share by this point. It was nothing unusual for her, and as the group began to draw nearer, she edged back toward the forest. The shaman didn't see Zathria emerge, so when the drow spoke out, she spun...

A figure loomed in the distance, approaching the encampment with limping strides. The creature, soon discovered to be another she-orc as she finally crossed through the lines of their watch and the waking orcs, was bloodied and exhausted. Twin hatchets rested on her hips, familiar in the way...