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Rak almost instantly reached out and grasped Minerva's shoulder. Perhaps he was projecting his own sentiments onto her, but the half-orc had nearly jumped out of the bushes and rushed towards the woman the moment he'd seen that she was alone. A split second was all that had kept him at-bay...

As they sprinted, Rak could practically feel the frustration grow. This wasn't a problem where the solution was just running in and bashing whatever issue there was would be a good option. The trouble was without that solution, the Half-Orc was nearly out of tricks. It wasn't that he was a fool...

Rak's family had always been traditionalists. They held to many of their orcish roots far more steadfastly than many more 'modern' Uroghoshi did. Some called them fools for it, but it had never been discouraged. Each was allowed their own way. It was the very weight of those traditions that...

Rak wanted to curse when the Commander ordered them all back to Rytghosh. It was the right call, there was no denying that militarily. It was rare that this many of them were killed, especially so quickly. News of this would doubtlessly cause waves, maybe even enough to call for a crusade. It...

Rak let out a frustrated roar as the last of the glass shards tumbled to the ground with a loud echoing clatter. The Half-Orc turned to let loose his rage on something else, but the moment he shifted he caught sight of the carnage within their ranks. The anger he felt disappeared in an instant...

It was already too late. Rak couldn't do anything, none of the Summoners could do anything. The figure darted through the crowd of armored men and women perfectly. Weaving through the fight as the satchel wrapped around Gunther's form dragged through the air. "FUCK!" Rak called, but the...

Rak cursed as he heard Minerva call over to him, his attention still entirely on the strange duplicate in front of him. The two of them clashed against one another with stunning swiftness. Both of their arcarmors flaring as their massive blades sparked again and again. Every strike batted...

Rak pushed himself up from the ground. His ears were ringing, and blood was slowly dripping down into his eye. It seemed like his entire body was shaking, but instinct drove him. Fingers latched around the crystal, and the arcarmor surrounded him. Grasping at his arms, legs, and torso...

"Well, if one of us has to do the cooking it probably is me." Rak said with a loud laugh, accompanied by a few chuckles from his fellows. Though the orcish ties of the Uroghoshi many species had eventually become intermingled through their little tribe. Each family held distinct cultures and...

Rak let out a breath that half turned into a whistle as he pinched his lips in thought. "Gur'Zags sounds pretty nice, not going to lie." Sitting and having a drink was always nice, especially when you had the opportunity to trick greenhorns into arm-wrestling you for a few bits of coin. Most of...

"Ancestors, you are simply the best, Captain." Rak said with a wide grin. "I keep telling Minerva." He said, the moment now turning far more jovial despite the injury that Genoe had sustained. The summoner would probably get a knew arm, one of those fancy things crafted by the Sources back...

Sojourn slowly lowered to the floor, the heavy tip of the blade resting against the marbled tiles as Rak looked almost mournfully down at the blood scene in front of them. "Tried to warn him." Rak said, more to himself than Minerva, his head shaking as he took in a deep breath. Fingers touched...

"It'll be okay." Rak answered quickly, almost instantly. A feeling of dread filling his stomach. Not fear, for such things had long ago left him, but dread. It was as though he had seen his own death, and now was simply waiting for it. Then it really was over. Minerva's words seemed almost...

"Not...as...of..." Rak spoke with a serious amount of strain to his voice, making it obvious that even as he hung suspended within the air he was fighting with all his strength against whatever held him. Every muscle in his body pushed, stretched. A fruitless and pointless attempt at breaking...

"Fuck." Rak swore as the creature's head turned towards Minerva. It's voice broken and guttural as it shouted, those pointed teeth somehow clashing against the odd pitiable look in the creatures eyes. The half-orc tightened his fingers on the hilt of Sojourn, already knowing that Minerva had...