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Brock | Gaia Grigog took the spear gladly, happy to have a weapon similar to his old staff. At the word about the webs, Grigog looked around. The sticky white strings going from branch to branch were unnerving enough. Every time he looked, he felt like he saw the webs twanged slightly with...

"It's possible..." Grigog mentioned, thinking about the possibility of boats. If the natives did, they would have a much better chance of escaping. But they had no idea where in the world the island they were on was, or heck, even if this was an island or some tip of a continent. The girl...

"Just run! Just run!" Grigog shouted to the others, hearing how they were being followed. They had to put some distance between them and the village. The more distance, the more likely they could avoid being found by any hunters. They could either kill or lose their pursuers later, provided they...

Grigog swallowed his disgust and listened to the others, slightly surprised that they were not affected by the grotesque decorations. The Half-breed was correct. Naturally the forest would be the best place to hide for now. They certainly couldn't stay here. "And swim to where girl?" Grigog...

After a few moments, Grigog collapsed onto the ground, unable to feel his leg anymore. The poison of these vipers was strong. Very strong. And he had suffered multiple bites! If he was alone, he would've died to those serpents quickly. But the dragon child showed its true abilities. Grigog...

Grigog grunted as he made his way forward. "Yes, the boar. We all have the spirits ride us from time to time. But us orcs, well..." Grigog shrugged, thinking back to what his shaman had taught him. "The Boar likes us especially. We share a bond with that spirit. He rides us often. Drives us to...

As the half-breed charged, Grigog followed suit. Grigog reached for the enemies' arm and pulled him down with the half-breed, the three crashing into the ground with a crash and a splash. The struggle was brief. The foe, despite clearly being an orc, was no match for these two. Grigog reminded...

Grigog looked up and was impressed with the stranger. Whoever or whatever she was, she was very agile and acrobatic. She would do well in the Spine with hunting wild Winged Horses. Whether or not she would thrive there still needed to be seen. At Uzama's words, Grigog chuckled. "Not fly...

Grigog gave a quick glance at the two, and thought. He desperately wanted to keep going forward, and take on whatever was coming towards them. Maybe it was his nature, or maybe it was stress, but Grigog wanted to let the Bull ride him into combat, and be met with combat, not by surprise. But...

Grigog groaned slightly as the two lowered the shaman initiate down to the ground gently. "Yes yes, thank you. Thank you both" Grigog utterred as he was set onto the wet floor. Despite his aching muscles and still throbbing head, Grigog was able to cut the robes binding his wrists using his...

As the two went about freeing themselves, Grigog's mind drifted. He remembered the cool winds of the mountains at the Spine. He recalled the wet but firm ground as he ran through the wilds barefoot. The chanting of his fellow orcs around the campfire as the stars above revealed their futures and...

Grigog shook his head as he looked down the two story drop. He didn't like this. Not one bit. But this place was better then the windy desert, and perhaps at the bottom the three of them could make up some kind of fire to warm Uzama. By the spirits, Grigog had never met a dragon-child before...

Grigog growled at the caretaker's sighs. "Peace is a lie. The only way to achieve peace is to discard all of the inner spirits that ride you. As long as a spirit is able to ride you, you will never know peace. You will know restlessness. Or as you probably know the inner spirits, to lose all...

Some movement to Grigog's right caught his eye. Just in the corner of his vision he could catch a glimpse of another being, the one who had spoken first. From what he could tell, it looked orcish. Grigog wasn't sure if that was comforting , but he didn't mind that he wasn't alone in this place...

Grigog struggled to turn himself around in anyway. The voice that spoke out was out of sight. Somewhere behind him. The orc grunted in his efforts, but only managed to shake himself slightly, causing his headache to hurt more. "Yes I'm awake you..." Grigog growled. He sighed in annoyance and...