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Graella turned away from J’Darak, smiling as she stood and made her way over to the feast area. She grabbed herself another hunk of meat and herself an ale as well, meandering towards a space on the ground, and plopped down in a cloud of dust. She smiled happily and tore into the meat again...

Graella settled into her seat again, watching the form of J’Darak walk into view. Graella chuckled, mirroring his greeting, touching her forehead and down the bridge of her nose with a grin. “Graasemsk, J’Darak Moghahk.” She said, voice higher and softer than his. She watched as he settled onto...

Graella rose from her sleeping furs, tired and somewhat groggy. Her tribe had arrived at an odd hour, a side effect from their travel. No doubt her mother had already been up, with her lovers, painting each other. Graella yawned, stretching her arms, tusks showing briefly. She scratched her...

Graella was panting when the fighting ceased, the strangled sound of the very last Gnoll breathing his very last breath echoing in the almost surreal stillness. She dropped to her knees in the blood and viscera on the churned mud and muck. Trying to catch her air. She sat back on her ankles, her...

Graella yelped as the large black Orc charged, focused not on the Gnoll attacker but the fierce battle-crazed male. She leaped out of the way, confused for a moment. It wasn't until he engaged the Spear wielding Gnoll that she realized what he'd done. He'd protected her. From death surely. She...

The she-orc smiled. She'd finished making paint a few hours before. Using ash from the fires, she'd folded the lime based ash into their paint, resulting in a grey chalky goo that would cover their smell. An advantage that would aid in their scheme, though rain would result in the ash running...

Graella Biographical information Birthplace Somewhere in The Spine Born Died Age 20 Home Ashland tribe Physical descr...