Recent content by Hath Charosh

"On a trip you would not have been on, if you did not need to help me," Hath added. He did, however, acknowledge the point with a tilt of his head. He had her gratitude. "I am glad you came and we will journey more together." A book? He thought to himself. He could help find someone who...

"Mmph, no sorry," Hath said. He would have said more, but without pause the second skewer was shoved into his open mouth. A full half was gone, the meat firm from being overcooked, and the glaze sticky and sweet. It was not the easiest mouthful to get down. Hath glanced over his shoulder at...

Hath tilted his head to one side at her laugh. His eyes glanced down at the empty skewer. He offered a single note of a chucking and a shrug of his broad shoulders. "I was hungry," he admitted. He turned into the natural flow of the crowd so that Pern could walk beside him. He left the second...

"Hmmph," Hath went, his eyes following the skewer from Opoe to Pern to his own hand. He had to swallow before running the tip of his tongue over one tusk. He was going to bite clean through half of a rat and tear it from the skewer, but a question was thrown his way with just a look. His...

Hath frowned for a moment. He missed the meaning of the corvian's observation. His what had caught on her. "Ah," went Hath. He could stop rolling those trade words around in his head when Pern gave him the gist of the conversation. <<She looks good like this>> Hath said, without the slightest...

"That does not seem..." Hath knew that merchants could travel, but he had no appreciation for how they used the portal stones to maximise their profits. Apparently, despite the distance, Pern really had seen someone she knew. He was perfectly content to be pulled along after her, enjoying the...

"Oh yeah, like you," Hath said. That hadn't been the angle he had been coming from but it worked. "You have learned more of our ways, but it is still... Strange to you. And I have probably changed since I left the tribe." His tone changed. Part of his upbringing meant that he was accustomed...

"Hmm." It had sounded stupid out loud to him. Apparently to Pern it had sounded like nothing at all. "I mean that the orcs we met... They were... Like many orcs. I was thinking that they might be different. Because they live here." Hath had to move aside as another minotaur walked from the...

Hath realised that they did not know if they were heading towards people who sold food, or just a communal cooking space. There was one way, he thought, to find out. "I had been thinking. Would Wikkerton have so many types, but would they be more Wikkerton. Would a Wikkerton Orc be like a...

He didn't know where to head next, but deeper towards the center of the town seemed to be the obvious choice. Hath looked over at Pern. He let out an audible breath through his nose. He regretted not feeling like he could leave his hand on her shoulder. She would dictate what came next between...

Nailed my own foot to the pyre A quick cant of his head followed as Hath appreciated the expression. He had heard a couple of the curious things before, if not this one. The humans did have a strange way of saying things. "It does not matter that you said that," Hath said, trying to offer...

"Depends on the orcs," Hath said. "Those three aren't with the main tribe so they thought they had something to prove. Perhaps. It is fine. They meant nothing by any of it. Except to try and get us to join them. Their tribe may need to grow." Hath lifted a hand to place on her shoulder...

The brief use of trade tongue caused a ripple of consternation through the orcs. It could not be helped. "You did not," Hath replied. He was surprised that the orcs passed no comment on this. <You are going north. Most of our tribes is already travelling north West. Wild troll country...

The two orcs ahead of Pern recoiled just a fraction when she jumped. A subtle shift in the tension of their forms showed they remained on edge. They looked to Hath and back before obviously settling down. <A what?> the younger female said. She walked around to join the other two. <Black...

<<No.>> Hath lets his arms hang down, but turned his hands around. They rested on his thighs, palms facing forwards. There were many dialects and nuances of orcish language, but some elements of body language were common across all orcs he had met. They did not, however, reciprocate in...