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The Ixchel Wilds Dawn had arrived, her entrance marked by the song of unseen birds nestled in the treetops and the vague threat of sunlight that would never truly pierce through the thick canopy. There was nothing strange or unusual about it with the cycle of day and night deciding to keep a...

It started as all great adventures did. With a very long walk. You see, Bruk knew in his heart of hearts (and sometimes in the still-beating hearts of those who met him while he was hungry) that he was The Guardian of the Forest; chosen by nature herself to slay all those who dared to destroy...

A few moons had passed since Bruk had emerged from the Ixchel Wilds. Having followed the guiding lights of the forest the Orc had eventually found his way out of the dense brush (minus one brother) and onto more commonly walked trails. There were questions to be had about the legitimacy of said...

Bruk was lost. Not that this was much of an issue for the Orc, he didn't exactly have a set destination. Indeed, after Forest Gump had finally escaped the Ixchel Wilds he had picked a direction and just started walking. If there was an obstacle, he went around it*. If there was food around, he...