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Alani had encountered the Ashlanders several months ago. Having nowhere else to go, she stayed with them. It was nice to be around fellow orcs, though her lineage was very muddled and she did not look much like an orc herself. She was distant and quiet, keeping to herself for the most part and speaking little. Though, she pitched in when she could, she knew better than to be a leach, and hard work was a welcome distraction.
The winter had been cold, Alani was not used to living this high up in the mountains but the lowlands of the spine had been her home so the cold was no foreign concept to her. It was getting warmer now, the ice and snow starting to melt and the earliest of the spring flowers starting to push their way from the cold earth.
Alani wore her usual fur collar but had abandoned the plate mail and human fabrics for the tribal garments worn by most Ashlanders. She welcomed the opportunity to cast aside all ties to her human heritage and their twisted civilization.
She sat outside in the crisp air of morning, the sun comping up and peeking through the pine trees to warm the cold earth. She held a bone needle carefully in one hand as she repaired a torn cloak. This morning there was a special kind of tension in the air, a kind of tingling anticipation as if the air and earth itself knew of the celebration that was to come. The very earth ready to burst forth its bounty at the start of the new year and the beginning of spring.
The winter had been cold, Alani was not used to living this high up in the mountains but the lowlands of the spine had been her home so the cold was no foreign concept to her. It was getting warmer now, the ice and snow starting to melt and the earliest of the spring flowers starting to push their way from the cold earth.
Alani wore her usual fur collar but had abandoned the plate mail and human fabrics for the tribal garments worn by most Ashlanders. She welcomed the opportunity to cast aside all ties to her human heritage and their twisted civilization.
She sat outside in the crisp air of morning, the sun comping up and peeking through the pine trees to warm the cold earth. She held a bone needle carefully in one hand as she repaired a torn cloak. This morning there was a special kind of tension in the air, a kind of tingling anticipation as if the air and earth itself knew of the celebration that was to come. The very earth ready to burst forth its bounty at the start of the new year and the beginning of spring.