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The journey was long, but it proved to be a pleasant one. Sardok and his companion Sigrith traversed the Fringelands in search of answers. The wilderness very rarely provided direction, but they were fortunate enough to find some inkling within the realm of man. While gathering supplies for...

With the light of day now prevalent, the sage-skinned man could appreciate the canine's size. He quietly considered himself fortunate that Darkstride was sentient - for if she was not, he might not have lived past the evening prior. She turned down his rations, leading Sardok to shrug his...

In short order, the knife-eared warrior took to the front of the group. The plan seemed simple enough: a safe house would tend to the gilded one. There was only the matter of getting there which posed any trouble. But, between Sardok's sword-arm and the knife-eared one's magic, they would...

Darkstride. The sage-skinned man offered a simple nod in response to the canine's name and direction. For the time being, it seemed as though their conversation had reached its natural end, for his newfound companion returned to the bush. Sardok rose and briefly tended to the fire before...

When the wolf spoke, Sardok immediately thought of home. He had come to the Fringewoods to get away from his mistakes. That departure had continued up until this very day. If he had it his way, he would have tarried within the woods until the day of his death. But, it seemed as though the...

In but the span of a moment, an accord was struck. The knife-eared warrior ordered for his charge to run - and run he did. The Orc was right behind him, pausing only to draw the wicked-looking weapon at his side. At the very least, the counselor could feel comfort in knowing he had one hell of a...

After the question was posed, the sage-skinned warrior watched for the canine's response. It remained unbothered, at least as far as he could tell. The meal before her was quickly devoured as that seemed to be the priority. This wasn't surprising, at least if the wolf's experience was similar to...

Once the ancestral spirit had spoken, the sound of canine aggression reached Sardok's ears. He blinked as the wolf's fangs snapped at the orb, yet Baba seemed largely unaffected. Instead of floating any closer to the canine, it moved before the Orc, hovering just at eye level. Oathkeeper. It...

Originally, the sage-skinned Orc had intended on ignoring the spontaneous appeance of the ancestor. Not out of a desire to be rude, mind. But out of a desire to fill his stomach without distraction. The kill had been the result of an annoying hunt, complete with almost getting stuck in a mudpit...

Steady now. Steady. It was not often that the Orc attempted to wield a bow and arrow. For combat, he preferred the wicked Helmspliter upon his waist. For hunter? Spears and the like were his preference. In both cases, they brought the sage-skinned man closer to his prey. They were greater...

And thus, a mutual understanding was reached. Though the Orc had not said it plainly, the knife-eared one came to understand that money talked. There was a meager bit of protest from the opulent one hiding nearby, but the dire situation put that to bed almost immediately. Sardok parted his...

The Orc's eyes moved to the blade. An opulent soul and a knife-eared warrior had survived crashing into the stall, but they weren't out of the woods yet. Regular denizens began to retreat from the escalating scene whilst the guards cried out from the rear. Sardok was largely unbothered...

Elkgrove. Of the townships that the sage-skinned Orc had visited, it seemed the most to his liking. It wasn't due to the mistresses slipping out the doors of officials, or the tax-evading merchants, or any combination of their illicit affairs. Rather, it was the township's size. Though the...

The orc's eyebrows hit the ceiling. As the canine began to move from the brush, its size was quite larger than he anticipated. Fortunately enough, the wolf had decided not to rip his fingers off with his teeth - or worse. Instead, it settled down a few feet away from his offered spot. "Well...

FRINGELANDS At first, there was a rumble. A warning. A threat. A sign of discomfort. The cacophony of potential violence could have meant any of those things. Sardok, however, remained unwavering. It was not due to bravado or hubris, mind. Simply an understanding of residing within the wood...