Tales To Kill a Mocking Orc

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  1. Lagakh

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    Laga wasn't sure what he meant by that first comment. Her magic was pretty potent for someone of the Shadowreavers, so it would have been quite powerful for a runic of that form. Or maybe he meant she didn't need it because she looked fine as is. Or maybe this Orc didn't know shit about magic.

    Either way, the comment was funny. Chuckling in turn, she tilted her head in response to the second question. "Magic is perception. I stole from Lessat so that darkness could overcome them. Rather than take revenge on me, Lessat took their sight because it was convenient. The drawings of the Rune detailed this exchange, at the cost of blood."

    She poked the pastry of the pie, it had gotten stiff in the cool air of the stone tavern. "First step to magic is understanding that it doesn't make sense. But methods that have been shown to work, well they work. So..." Her gaze lifted from the pie to the Orc as he remarked on the beer, mirroring her own penchant for consumption. "...fuck if I know. But it worked, didn't it."
     
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    He had already decided that one more beer was enough. Hath felt naked enough with just one knife tucked away in his furs. Dwarven beer was brewed strong for their constitution. Being drunk and barely armed in the middle of a town holding a grudge against orcs - even blight orcs - did not seem a sensible situation to put himself in.

    Hath chuckled, a low rumbling sound that resonated around the room. It had all sounded very mysterious and wise until she had admitted that she wasn't entirely certain on how it worked. A little look behind the curtain at the world of the shamans.

    "It worked well enough!" he said, before thinking the innkeeper for a fresh mug of ale.

    The innkeeper hadn't left the tableside. He stood, gaze going from one to the other.

    "So ye really killed the other orcs?" he asked.
     
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    She nodded, lips thinning to the corner of her mouth. It had worked well enough but blood magic, particularly when using one's own blood, was an extremely delicate matter. And she was about as delicate as a bull running through a glass shop. "Luck can ge-."

    She stopped as the innkeeper butted in, crossing his arms over his barrel chest. Laga sat back and finished off the rest of her ale, offering the empty tankard to the stocky man. "Get me another..." Her cheeks inflated as she contained a belch. "Another ale and I'll tell you all about it." She uttered in rougher than normal human, crossing her arms to mimic the small figure as he took the cup.

    He was back in no time, not without his gruff, as he plopped the tankard down. "O'right, out with it. Ye kill 'em or not?"

    "The Cuddler did most of it..." She pointed to Hath. "Saw him shoot an arrow right through a Hill Giants face..."

    "Ya fookin shittin' me...No one fights one of them mean basterds and lives to tell it!"

    "We did, had to go through him to get to the Blights..."

    The innkeeper stood flabbergasted. Laga looked towards Hath and shrugged. "I think he likes you..." She managed out without laughing, much to her own surprise.
     
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    "I wasn't sure if I was going to get involved or just put arrows in them all and run," he admitted. "Didn't fancy tackling a hill giant up close. Not without more of a plan. It didn't want to get up again though."

    He wasn't even that good at killing with an axe. Or at least he hadn't been. Within his tribe he was one of the best shots but never close to the most fearsome warriors. The last year he had been in far more fights than the preceding ten years. Each time he survived he learned a little more.

    "Was it Shadow Reavers you came from?" he asked, trying to recall earlier conversation. It hadn't been committed to memory that well. Not compared to the stress of the fighting.
     
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    "Yeah, Hill Giant might get the wrong idea if you start trying to wrestle with him..." Laga replied with a curt smirk in Orcish, looking away from Hath and towards the Innkeeper.

    She could tell the man was elated, likely not used to just hearing Orcs shoot the breeze, even in another langauge. But he was doing a good job of hiding it at his distance, taking to the pose of wall flower quite well. And the Orcs were evidently happy to be plied with ale and meat pie for the exchange of interestingly foreign discourse.

    "Aye..." Her gaze shifted back to the Orc across the table. Lifting the ale to her mouth, she murmured into the tankard. "Half anyway. Strong as the lot of 'em."
     
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    "Might have thrown me off a mountain," he reflected of the giant with a tilt of his head. From what he had heard they were not typically so easy to get out of the fight.

    In some ways it was more predictable to fight an animal like a savanna troll. At the same time they were often far more dangerous when driven by hunger. A hungry troll tended to keep coming until its legs had been lopped off.

    "They from North of here?" he asked. "Don't know the region well."
     
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    They were in the foot hills, hardly more than a toe slope. The ale was getting to the Orc's memory. Laga pegged that as odd, given his size and age; he should have been far better and holding his liquor.

    "You're awfully nosy about the Shadowreavers, eh?" She set the tankard down on the table, hand curling into a fist. Except for the index, that remained firmly pointed in the larger Orcs direction. Eyes narrowing, thoughtfully, she chewed on her lower lip. "Yeah." Nodding, she retracted the threatening index finger, poking the remains of her meat pie with the tongued fork.

    "Closer to the coast. West of Molthal..." It was a long trek from here to her home; the thought of it turned her stomach. "What about you? Savannah. Aberrasai, right? Awfully far from home to be roaming the Spine."

    She gave a hard look towards the Innkeeper who went quickly back to washing down the bar-top with a damp linen.
     
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    Hath hadn't thought asking about another's clan was terribly impertinent, even with someone he didn't know. Perhaps it was asking around the location that had earned him that accusatory finger?

    "Very far," he agreed. "A very long journey north across the Steppes and then east. Nearly an entire year of travel. I travelled to Bhaithark once and wanted to see the Spine and visit the Ashlanders. When the weather is right I will attempt to scale one of the peaks with my mate."

    Hath chuckled before taking another swig of ale. "I was not used to the cold. I think Ive become accustomed enough to try the heights now."
     
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    She was simply being prickly; it was her nature when ale was involved. The truth of the matter is that she didn't mind the questions, it was a subject just like anything else. Minding that, the only topic she seemed content to stray from was the matter of her mixed heritage and how that came to be.

    “Climbing mountains for the sake of it sounds like a fools errand…” She smiled coyly, placing the nearly empty tankard back down next to the remains of a cold meat pie. “You don't look like a fool, Charosh of the warm Savanah…”

    Her hand curled into a fist as she placed it against her mouth, stifling another burp. And just then, a gong sounded from the clear strike of a hammer against a large bell. It was close, enough to rattle the glass coverings of the lanterns and shake the table. And then it rang again.

    Laga snapped towards the Barkeep and lifted her hands in a very ‘what the fuck’ gesture. “Aye it's the alarm, lass. Seems we got more comp’ny.”

    Laga sighed heavily and stood up, patting herself down as the barkeep grabbed his massive weapon. “Company…maybe the gate dwarves will give you your ax back.” She spoke in thick Orcish as she finished off the remainder of her drink.
     
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    "Looks can be deceiving," he chuckled. It had always been that way for him. He could not understand an orc that could look at an open plain, a valley or a hill and not feel and urge to explore it just so there was somewhere to go.

    It took orcs of all kinds to spread across Arethil. They were one of the most adaptable species. Some wandered far and wide. Others set down routes and built tribes. His parents were the latter kind of orc, which had made him wonder why he was the former.

    There was no time to go into the subject further, not that he was going to be so forthcoming about his own way of life to a stranger.

    The hammer on the wall wasn't for show it seemed. The barman took it down carefully as if embracing an old friend. Then his stubby fingers gripped it tight and tested the weight. He gave the pair an appreciative nod for both draining their mugs before heading off to what could be a battle. A time old dwarven tradion, Hath had been told. He hadn't been mimicking it. Had just seemed a waste to leave it.

    There were several dwarves rushing down the street. Most carried an axe or hammer with a shield slung across the back.

    "What it is?"

    "Orc scouts spotted."

    "Someone saw wolf riders!"

    Hath remained oblivious to the exchanges in dwarven tongue.
     
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