Recent content by Orrak Lan

"Pay?" she asked, with some surprise in her voice. Set some of the pine nuts into the well of a flat piece of wood she had found, scoot it near the fire. She nod. "Suppose that is only fair," She could feel him shift, as the embers caught in the breeze, and sailed on high. She turned her...

Prowler nod, and turned back to the nascent flame. It grew, happy and luminous against the deepening dark around them. A moment of quiet as their hands worked to feed the fire. "I can help," she said. Maybe too softly over the purr and rumble-crack of the campfire blaze.

It was a simple sentiment. Honestly said. She could not help but smile, as her hands scooped the bundles of pine needles, dry and scattered about the ground. "So do," she repeated, and let loose the needles mixed in with dust and dirt. Shortly, a neat pile of tinder had formed, dry lichen and...

Prowler gripped her weapon tight, dropped it's head down to aim at the strange and mournful shape before them, its wave patterned head gleamed and traced with the moons' glow. With luck, between their party, they would be able to put down the beast-turned assailant. It did not move towards...

In the woods, alone, prowler thought on the day that had passed them by. Her mind turned the events over in her head. A morning of hunting and foraging. A snared rabbit she had eaten. Some pine nuts good for roasting still in her bag. And a mountain of flesh, hunched over and gentle as it tended...

"We should make camp," Prowler announced in between her steps. "It has been a long day, and rest will do us both good," she said, Tum-tum still in her grasp, and the gentle whistle of their slumber making her think of her own needs. She found a spot where the ground felt warmer. Where the pine...

Orrak took the large turtle that was within its shell. In Skull-hammer's hand, the creature did not seem so big. In her own two, the creature was near the size of her entire torso. Heavy too. She gave a small huff of a laugh. "Thank you," she said, and adjusted her grip upon the shelled turtle...

"It is just the village folk, Hina," Prowler said to the young elf. "Nothing to cause-" a shape stood in the near distance before them. Too big to be a man. Back bent at an odd angle, and a long, narrow head with pointed ears and shaggy tufts of hair about its body. Prowler's eyes grew wide...

For every long stride the towering one took, Prowler took two. Her pace quick, steady, and pointed as they moved to the perimeter of the camp. She did not like that they had a tail. And the tail did not try to hide itself. Their position a snare around them, that ushered them out. It twisted...

North, towards Alliria. To the land of traders and commerce. Fortunes and failings as common as stones and sand. Her face set. Jaw solid, and mouth shut. "Thank you," she said with a bow of her head, but could see the fear plain on his face. Nothing to be done. A shift, from the towering...

The hammer fell to the ground. And at least Prowler felt some tension slip from her frame. Her heart still quickened, as she'd felt the rumble of the earth itself pulse through the towering ones flesh and bones. Her own gift, the pull of blood magic, had made itself known behind her eyes. The...

Skull-hammer's voice boomed, and even Prowler winced from the shock of it, so drawn in to the Son's voice she had been. The shift of the tall one seemed to shake the very ground beneath her feet. His energy, dialed up, and the Gnucker men moved to tension. Prowler raised her hands, motioned...

Prowler frowned, though it was a small and momentary thing. She would not let herself show displeasure, after they had been invited into their caravan for the night. It was foolish of her to think they would find a lead so easily. An Orc had come through, but, that was hardly a lead at all...

Prowler's face darkened some with the rush of blood, and her head bowed to show acceptance of the elder's kindness. "Your father shows us great kindness, and consideration," she said. Would it be offensive to deny that they were mates? Would it sour the deal? Part of her laughed inside of...

Prowler gave a nod to Skull-hammer's suggestion, squinting away some of the wetness that had gathered about her eyes. She wiped the tears away, and looked about her person, and thought moment on what she could give the Gnucker folk. She remembered a blade, she had one in a game of dice. Worked...