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"No, no! I'm not here to fight!" Hath lowered his head and kept his hands by his sides. His palms were facing the band of orcs ahead of him to show that he was unarmed. It was a typical posture among the orcs to show a lack of aggression.
The band ahead were on edge. They had clearly been in a fight. Hath had watched the group for a while before deciding to approach. Six orcs even with four of them badly injured were still a threat. However they were on the path through the woods and he decided it was worth the risk to find out if there was something ahead he needed to avoid.
"Back off!" snarled the leader. Hath fixed her with his gaze. Orcs liked hierarchy. It was never complicated, it could always change and it gave them stability. If you were in charge and you told others to fight then you would be at the front. Not hiding in a castle a hundred miles away.
"Just want to pass. What did this?" From the broken and mangled wounded orcs he suspected a hill giant. Elves were a greater danger here. They were unpredictable. Often they tolerated orcs in their woods. The hunters didn't deforest land like the humans. Sometimes they did not. If this had been elves then the orcs would be dead. The twisted broken limbs said giant, but Hath couldn't see any other signs: tree branches intact, no footprints.
"None of your fucking business," spat the younger male by her side. Hath ignored him. He had travelled the spine, fought giants and blight orcs and chased demons back to hell. He wasn't about to respond to a youngster's bile.
"A mage. Of your tribe?" She asked.
"My tribe is two weeks that way," Hath said, pointing past them. He took a few steps closer. Where they would be able to see the touch of red in his right eye and the scars that remained from the corruption.
"Why should we believe you?" quipped the young one.
This time Hath turned to him. "Do not speak again. Go and treat your wounded."
The leader waved him away. Hath noted white stripes etched into his shoulder. He knew that rune. The Jhakak. A disparate tribe known for raiding and pillaging.
"Watch yourself," she called. "She killed my men with a magical club. Then took off South."
Hath narrowed his eyes. "Glowing runes on her skin?" It couldn't have been. She lived far from here.
The reaction suggested that it very well could have been. The orcs drew weapons. At least, those that still could. Hath had already taken off through the woods to the south of the path. She had to be told not to go that way. The elves did not tolerate a deep incursion into their woods.
Lagakh
The band ahead were on edge. They had clearly been in a fight. Hath had watched the group for a while before deciding to approach. Six orcs even with four of them badly injured were still a threat. However they were on the path through the woods and he decided it was worth the risk to find out if there was something ahead he needed to avoid.
"Back off!" snarled the leader. Hath fixed her with his gaze. Orcs liked hierarchy. It was never complicated, it could always change and it gave them stability. If you were in charge and you told others to fight then you would be at the front. Not hiding in a castle a hundred miles away.
"Just want to pass. What did this?" From the broken and mangled wounded orcs he suspected a hill giant. Elves were a greater danger here. They were unpredictable. Often they tolerated orcs in their woods. The hunters didn't deforest land like the humans. Sometimes they did not. If this had been elves then the orcs would be dead. The twisted broken limbs said giant, but Hath couldn't see any other signs: tree branches intact, no footprints.
"None of your fucking business," spat the younger male by her side. Hath ignored him. He had travelled the spine, fought giants and blight orcs and chased demons back to hell. He wasn't about to respond to a youngster's bile.
"A mage. Of your tribe?" She asked.
"My tribe is two weeks that way," Hath said, pointing past them. He took a few steps closer. Where they would be able to see the touch of red in his right eye and the scars that remained from the corruption.
"Why should we believe you?" quipped the young one.
This time Hath turned to him. "Do not speak again. Go and treat your wounded."
The leader waved him away. Hath noted white stripes etched into his shoulder. He knew that rune. The Jhakak. A disparate tribe known for raiding and pillaging.
"Watch yourself," she called. "She killed my men with a magical club. Then took off South."
Hath narrowed his eyes. "Glowing runes on her skin?" It couldn't have been. She lived far from here.
The reaction suggested that it very well could have been. The orcs drew weapons. At least, those that still could. Hath had already taken off through the woods to the south of the path. She had to be told not to go that way. The elves did not tolerate a deep incursion into their woods.
Lagakh