Recent content by Ubnara Debadn

She had little precious time to follow the path of her arrows. The docks between her and their ship were a wreck, blocking any chance to get back to it. The orc turned back down the small jetty towards the ship her band of pirates had boarded. Over her shoulder, she saw that her arrow had...

Powerful legs drove the orc huntress back up the jetty, watching in wonder as the mysterious rider on the winged bull unleashed another of her damned arrows. Roul acted impressively with magic of his own. But how long could he throw up such mystical shields, and how many arrows did the flying...

Ubnara bared her sharp teeth as she watched the arrow streak to his mark, thudding into the big warrior. A low grunt from the orc's throat followed when she saw it was a shoulder hit, no organs struck. She may have been hasty in popping off a shot at the men. It was not her fight, until she...

She knew next to nothing about the people of the farflung Tundra, let alone what they looked like. All she knew was that the three men were well armed and armored and carried themselves in the manner of warriors. They certainly didn't move like thieves or spies. Narrowed emerald eyes watched...

The Wardens were exploiters. The huntress began to wonder if currying their favor was worth the perilous tasks the Wardens continued to demand. Roul continued to assure the others that the reward would be well worth the demands upon them. But did he believe it? The scowling orc mongrel...

A calloused hand, tipped with sharp nails, gripped the ship rail as the orc mongrel vaulted over the side. She landed on the worn dock planks with surprising grace for her muscular bulk. The leather-clad, mixed-blood corsair bared sharp teeth in a grimace that rendered her fairly human...

Piss poor decisions. They seemed to pockmark her life like a pick axe smacking against a rock. Her latest was urged by a desperate desire to leave the scorching, crotch-drying heat of Amol-Kalit. She joined up last minute with a group bound by ship for Alliria. But Orcs and ships didn't...

The heavy pottery mug thudded against the wooden plank table. It was accompanied by a hand that lifted high. A singer finger, tipped by a thick sharp nail crusted in dirt, raised and lowered, the signal for the mug to be filled again. A portly woman in a soiled apron waddled over, tilting a...

Yes! I must apologize for leaving you hanging in our thread. I enjoyed writing with you!

Hello, returning after a couple years to enjoy creating stories again. My main character right now is an updated female orc/human mix. Always up for some writing! Edit: Ugh, meant to post with my OOC account!

Ubnara followed the orc apprentice from the vault and enviable armory, her shoulders flinching and spine flexing in different angles, allowing herself to become more accustomed to the fine cuirass strapped to her torso. The orcess sought to learn its effect on her range of motion and the strong...

Ubnara hefted the runic axe in her had a few more times, making smooth, easy slashes with it in different directions to test it's feel. She nodded at Roki's comments on its construction, sensing the pride in the orc smith apprentice. "I am sure it will prove an excellent weapon." She offered...

The orc huntress was about to insist that Roki simply call her Ubnara, but realized it was part of the protocol of he order, a practice of respect, so Ubnara didn't correct him. Besides, she liked the sound of 'Mistress Ubnara.' The young orc's lengthy response allowed Ubnara to hear the lilt...

There was no doubt the Order of Anthaeum were warriors of discipline. Captain Helena was shown unwavering respect among the those they passed, who snapped to salute as their captain passed by. Ubnara did indeed note the youth of most members she saw, bud did not judge their readiness by their...

A grunt that could have been a sign of acknowledgment, and maybe even gratitude, rumbled in the she-orc's throat at the prospect of seeing the monastery's armorer. While the warm, welcomed bowl of stew came to the last few spoonfuls, Helena continued the conversation in a new vein. As the...