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A town near Thiria.
Dreary and cold might have been how someone would have described the mornlate, the spattering of rain that attempted to fall from the overcast sky lending no hope to the day being bright and cheerful. Moghahk barely noticed as he trudged his way into the town, steps leaving mammoth prints that would have put a draft horse to shame. An hour prior he had run across a minstrel on the road, destined for the same place and as luck would have it, he arrived in one piece, the nearest inn being regaled or perhaps regurgitated upon by a grand story of how a heroic human had triumphed over a great black orc, how shortsword had defeated axe, how-
The minstrel eeked a sound, the story -now far more elaborate than the last ten times- ceased in his throat, and with the practiced speed of someone who regularly bedded those he should not, the gold was scooped from his hat and donned wishing everyone a swift farewell before vanishing down between a pair of houses. The reason for his quick getaway more than clear as the group who had gathered to hear his story (not that there were many remaining in the town) was knocked aside by a fast-moving mass of muscle and tusks. Moghahk rounded the building in pursuit with a mighty thud against the far wall, vanishing between. A moment or two later, the sound of a startled cry rung forth, and out came the minstrel, somehow faster than he had entered, hurtling through the air and slamming full force into a fruit stand. It exploded in a stunning spray of juices and fragmented fruits.
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By Noonlate an unfortunate detachment of four town guards had been dispatched to watch the orc, who had stolen two loaves of bread, a slab of ham, and wrecked a nearby wagon for (presumably) having a long word on it in the short time he had been in the town. However, his arrival was both a blessing and a curse, as the local Mayor saw a potentially easy way to deal with two problems in one fell swoop. For he knew this was no ordinary orc, his breed being rare enough that it could only be a handful and with the rather striking black-iron great-axe even fewer still. The Mage-Eater. What better creature to clear a den of foul magically risen monsters that had been plaguing the recent expansion of the town's Abbey. He just needed someone else, another wanderer in the town.
Word spread fast from the silver-tongued mayor, "Adventurers needed to clear ancient crypt, payment to be paid in full after the duty is fulfilled, spoils included." What more enticement could a sellsword need? It was foolproof, not only did it clear the problem, but it removed the vagabonds from his streets and taverns, the brutish black orc included.
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Farzad Oldsummer
Dreary and cold might have been how someone would have described the mornlate, the spattering of rain that attempted to fall from the overcast sky lending no hope to the day being bright and cheerful. Moghahk barely noticed as he trudged his way into the town, steps leaving mammoth prints that would have put a draft horse to shame. An hour prior he had run across a minstrel on the road, destined for the same place and as luck would have it, he arrived in one piece, the nearest inn being regaled or perhaps regurgitated upon by a grand story of how a heroic human had triumphed over a great black orc, how shortsword had defeated axe, how-
The minstrel eeked a sound, the story -now far more elaborate than the last ten times- ceased in his throat, and with the practiced speed of someone who regularly bedded those he should not, the gold was scooped from his hat and donned wishing everyone a swift farewell before vanishing down between a pair of houses. The reason for his quick getaway more than clear as the group who had gathered to hear his story (not that there were many remaining in the town) was knocked aside by a fast-moving mass of muscle and tusks. Moghahk rounded the building in pursuit with a mighty thud against the far wall, vanishing between. A moment or two later, the sound of a startled cry rung forth, and out came the minstrel, somehow faster than he had entered, hurtling through the air and slamming full force into a fruit stand. It exploded in a stunning spray of juices and fragmented fruits.
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By Noonlate an unfortunate detachment of four town guards had been dispatched to watch the orc, who had stolen two loaves of bread, a slab of ham, and wrecked a nearby wagon for (presumably) having a long word on it in the short time he had been in the town. However, his arrival was both a blessing and a curse, as the local Mayor saw a potentially easy way to deal with two problems in one fell swoop. For he knew this was no ordinary orc, his breed being rare enough that it could only be a handful and with the rather striking black-iron great-axe even fewer still. The Mage-Eater. What better creature to clear a den of foul magically risen monsters that had been plaguing the recent expansion of the town's Abbey. He just needed someone else, another wanderer in the town.
Word spread fast from the silver-tongued mayor, "Adventurers needed to clear ancient crypt, payment to be paid in full after the duty is fulfilled, spoils included." What more enticement could a sellsword need? It was foolproof, not only did it clear the problem, but it removed the vagabonds from his streets and taverns, the brutish black orc included.
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Farzad Oldsummer