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Re: Rift Touched
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12:02 pm
You stand outside the door to the orcs’ room and shuffle your feet a little as you bring your hand up to the door. Just as you’re about to knock you stop yourself and bring your hand to your head and scratch it, before running your hand through your red hair and compulsively checking the black silk that holds your hair in a ponytail behind you. You only met them briefly yesterday, and you’re not quite sure why you’re here, but nonetheless something about what Trusolg said and seeing Yaibo, Trusolg’s and Aejsoag’s mentor, dead seems to have struck a chord with you. You’re about to turn away, but you shake your head in frustration before you bring your hand up again in a fist, intent on knocking this time. “Get a hold of yourself, Colette; just knock on the blasted door and… whatever happens next, well, I guess I’ll find out soon enough”. After your little pep talk to yourself, you bring your hand closer and knock on the door three times and wait. You stand in front of the door and wait patiently, shifting on the soles of your feet and heels as you do so, and after about twenty seconds you start to wonder if anyone is behind the wooden door. Just when you’re about to turn around and head back, you hear the knob to the door turning and, a moment later, the wooden door swings slowly on its hinges to reveal the dark-green skinned Trusolg, the elder of the two orcs. You notice that he’s not wearing a shirt, and along with the obvious muscles on his chest and stomach you notice that he has various scars across his body… some of which look more recent than others. He has dark black hair on his chest and arms, and again you notice the tattoo of a stylized bear on his left arm – he’s also wearing simple brown pants and is going barefoot, and his hair is done up in a small ponytail bun. He smiles slightly when he sees you as some desire flashes in his brown eyes, which seems even more appreciative as he looks you up and down seeing you in your full gear. “Welcome, little warrior… please, come in – I ask that you remain silent for now as we are in the middle of prayer” the elder orc says to you in a hushed tone as he opens the door further and gestures inside. You nod your head in understanding before walking through the threshold and into the orcs’ room. The room is large, yet devoid of furniture – well, not entirely void as you notice that there’s a medium-sized table in the middle of the room with the pegs close to the ground. You also notice that there are mugs half empty and ceramic jugs filled with what you assume to be alcohol on the table. Then to the right there’s two large pieces of comfortable looking furs with some blankets and small pillows atop, which must mean that they sleep on the floor… and also a pair of trunks near the far right corner of the room. In fact, there are large furs all over the floor, you notice, and drapes hanging from the wall with the image of a roaring bear… similar to the tattoo’s on their arms. To the left is an open door that, upon inspection, leads to the chamber pot and bath, yet it’s directly across from you that catches your eye the most.
Directly across from you is a small shrine of sorts with fur barbarian-like armor on an armor stand with a suspiciously familiar battle axe leaning against it. There’s a hood that looks cut from giant brown bear on the top of the stand, and on either side are long, black metal candle stands with two small red candles that are currently lit. In front of the stand kneeling on the ground is Aejsoag – he sits on one knee with his head bowed in front of the stand. As Trusolg gestures for you to “sit” at the table, you watch as he makes his way around the right side of the table and take his spot next to his younger clansmen, dropping to one knee and bowing his head next to the equally barefoot and bare-chested younger orc, who has some scars, though not quite as many as his elder, on his back. You take your bow from off your back and set it next to the door as you close it, followed by your quiver and arrows, backpack, then your shortsword, dagger, and throwing knives. Afterwards, you walk a few feet in front of you towards the table before kneeling down and shifting onto your bottom, crossing your legs as you watch the two orcs. You let your eyes wander in silence as you look around the room, noting the small candles all along the walls on their sconces that light the windowless room. In fact, they give off a pleasant scent that reminds you distinctly of summer; warm, inviting, and with the scent of dried leaves and birch. You figure that the armor and weapon must be Yaibo’s, and that he must have been well respected by the two orcs as they hardly move or say a word as they pray in front of his equipment. Eventually, after a few minutes, both the orcs rise… which rouses you as you lift your head up from your shoulders just as they turn around. When Aejsoag sees you he cracks a mischievous grin for a moment as he walks to the left side of the table and sits while his elder walks to the right. “It is an honor to see you again, young warrior” Aejsoag says as he bows his head slightly before reaching for one of the few jugs on the table. He pops the top and pours a clear liquid from the jug into a mug in front of him, refilling it almost to the top. As Aejsoag takes a small drink from his mug, Trusolg grabs an empty mug and a jug before filling the container to the top. He gently slides the mug over the table to you, causing the liquid inside to slosh about before you stop it with your right hand. You look down at the clear liquid, almost like water, before bringing it to your lips and taking a drink. Immediately upon tasting the rough liquor you want to cough as the small sip burns going all the way down, turning your throat and stomach to fire as the smell now assaults your senses.
“Good?” the elder orc asks as he pours himself a drink before taking a long drink – “Yeah” you croak out and nod lightly, putting the mug down on the table. Both the orcs look at themselves and burst out laughing at your lack of tolerance. Not as strong as Helena’s, but still pretty strong – maybe close to what was at the temple of Dwynvel you think as you put your hands in you lean forward and rest your arms on the table. “What brings you here, young warrior?” Trusolg asks as he takes a small drink from his mug before setting it on the table, waiting for your response. You think it over for a few moments and you can’t really decide on a good response – they definitely expressed interest yesterday, and even now you can tell that they are interested in you, so it might be that, or it could be that you want to honor Yaibo with them. That brings you to another point that Trusolg mentioned about Yaibo being at peace and glad that he died in battle, so perhaps it’s your interest in their culture and philosophy? Given what happened yesterday the two seem relatively stable, which is more than you’ve been feeling since what happened as you’ve gone up and down as your emotions swirl about chaotically. You accept what happened, to be sure, but you just can’t seem to find the words to describe what you’re feeling – perhaps you’re just in shock still as it’s only been about twelve hours since “it” happened. Unable to really decide on a clear answer you try your best to smile and say with a shrug “Many things – I think I wanted to see you both and to honor Yaibo, but maybe I’m looking for answers… or a distraction. I’m not really sure”. Trusolg grunts in understanding and says “Understandable. I often forget that those born here do not often suffer through death on the battlefield. Grazbulork is a harsh, unforgiving land and it is a constant struggle for survival… both in the wilderness and between the tribes. Despite the alliances formed, there are still disagreements that often turn violent between our people. What happened was something I am unaccustomed to; a single madman slaughter so many so quickly and then raising the dead. It is… unnerving”. “Have you seen much death and… slaughter before?” you ask warily to both the orcs, and this time it is Aejsoag who nods with a grunt as he takes a drink.
“Yes, little one, we have. From the day we are born, man or woman, we are trained to fight for if we do not fight then we die. Our land is harsh; we have little water, vast canyons and barren landscapes. The predators are large and numerous; great bears, packs of dire wolves, and more bands of bandits than one can count. We do not have the great cities and walls of this land or those of the humans and amazons. We have settlements – some are larger enough to be considered cities, but are still susceptible to any number of threats. We do not have laws as you do – we live based on honor and often there are disputes that turn violent. Before I was a full man I had already killed a man and fought beasts and bandits with my clan”. “And you expelled the contents of your stomach when you thought eating week old meat on a long journey was a sound idea and spent the rest of the trip behind bushes and moaning about your stomach. Or when you nearly lost your head to a great bear and I had to save you because you tripped and hit your head” Trusolg interjects with a low, amused chuckle. “It swiped at me with its paw and I… lost my balance! I fought valiantly I tell you! It was near dead when you came to my aid!” the younger orc’s cheeks redden before he defends himself perhaps a little too loudly, glaring at his elder who merely laughs in response. “Of course, of course… how could I forget?” Trusolg says with a dismissive laugh that makes his younger seethe before he turns his attention back to you. “My clansman is correct; our land is harsh and battle is commonplace. Is there something you wish to know?” You bite your bottom lip and bring your hands up to your chin, resting your chin in your palms as your elbows rest on the table as you mull over how to explain what you feel. You decide that the best approach would be the honest one and say “I… have never seen so much death, so much pain, despair, and madness before. I have killed before, yes, but yesterday was the first time I have taken the life of another person, not a feral goblin, giant spider, rat or some other creature”.
You sigh before continuing with a quiver in your voice “I don’t regret what I did… but I can’t seem to get what happened out of my head, and seeing Yaibo lying there was, I don’t know, what you said and how he died seemed so foreign to me, and yet here you both are like nothing happened. I just… I don’t know – I keep going back and forth in my head between wanting to curl up and not go outside and then I feel fine, great in fact. How do you do it?” Aejsoag and Trusolg both put their mugs down and withdraw their hands as they look at you and seem to think about what you said. At first you think they may call you crazy or dismiss you entirely, but Aejsoag, surprisingly, is the first to answer. “We are not… undamaged, young warrior-“ he says, but you quickly cut him off and say “Colette, please, call me Colette”. He nods and continues “Colette. There is a reason why we are here; Yaibo always thought that our people were too rigid and focused on battle, violence, and that it was no way to continue to live. He believed we should focus more on being… people, rather than showing doubts and feelings of regret and sorrow – a sign of weakness to most of my people. I did not believe him at first and thought him a fool, but my time here has proven otherwise – he was wise even beyond his own years and wanted to change the direction of the clans”. “What Aejsoag is trying to say” Trusolg says after the younger finishes, though in a somber tone “Is that we feel the same as you at times, Colette. The battles, the death, the constant struggle and violence have made us weary – we are exposed to death and violence young and it follows us… haunts us, and we are given no time to come to terms with it. ‘Battle is in our blood, it is who we are, but it is not what defines us’ – Yaibo said that once, and he was right. He died an honorable death, a warrior’s death, one that I hope to one day have, but it should not be had by denying oneself”. You listen intently, surprised at the orcs’ honesty… but before you can say anything the elder of the two laughs and takes his mug before drinking a large portion “I hope that helps, and I often find the best ways to deal are to distract myself with something enjoyable, Colette – but let us not speak of terrible things any longer. We are here to honor Yaibo; let me tell you the story of when I was just a young boy and the day I thought I could challenge him to a duel!” You smile warmly at them both and nod “Okay, I’d like to hear that” and you reach for your mug and take a drink and, despite it burning all the way down, you find the second drink to be much easier to down than the first. As you listen to Trusolg talk you think on his words – So they aren’t just battle hardened, unfeeling fighters. He said not to deny oneself and to distract myself with something that I find enjoyable… you think as your thoughts turn to the battle and how he fought like a demon versus how different he is now, out of the public’s eye. It makes you smile and a little hopeful for some reason, but right now you listen to how Yaibo bent the young Trusolg over his knee after the match and spanked him in front of his entire clan, humiliating him quite thoroughly. You, Aejsoag, and even Trusolg all laugh at his misfortune, and you take another drink and smile as he goes into another story, this time about how the old orc tried to teach him how to approach women… only to get slapped upside the head for his advances on another clanswoman.
12:20 pm
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12:52 pm
“So there we were the three of us against a single ogre that had been a nuisance for months. I took us some time to track him down; he was a clever one, always throwing off his trail after every cattle he slaughtered. It was when he took young Jurgo that they sent an entire party to find him.” Aejsoag says as he tries to keep his speech together, clearly drunk as he sways and talks a little too loudly. You yourself feel quite tipsy as you smile a silly little grin, feeling quite warm and already having discarded your trench coat,gloves, armor, utility belt, and boots, along with most of your other gear by the door throughout your time drinking, laughing, and thoroughly enjoying yourself. Skin-Walker is as tight as ever, and you notice that both Aejsoag and Trusolg steal more than a few glances, even brazenly staring, at your breasts and trying to lean over to sneak a peak at your camel toe as you lean back and spread your legs slightly in relaxation. Still, they keep polite and civil and continue to speak, which you listen intently and find that Yaibo was a rather jovial, wise, and all around amusing man that you feel the world is a lesser place for not having him in it, despite his apparent ferocity in battle. “There was five of us at the start, but the ogre had killed a sworn brother and sister – by the spirits he was huge… and fast too! And no matter what we threw at him, he seemed to shrug every blow from our axes and arrows with little more than an annoyed grunt! Still, we managed to injure him enough in the end that he fled, and we gave chase for what seemed like an hour before he cornered himself near the edge of the cliff. All three of us were injured – my hand and ribs were broken when the filth managed to grab hold of me, and Trusolg’s arm was dislocated. Yaibo took a blow to the head and wasn’t thinking straight and his vision was blurry, so even outnumbered as he was he could have killed us easily”. Aejsoag chuckles to himself as he recalls the dire situation, and you can’t help but grin as his eyes gloss over for a moment as he loses himself in the memory before he snaps out of it and continues. “So you know what the old fool does? He screams at the top of his lungs and throws his battle axe over his head at the ogre… and only barely missed it’s head! We were almost as shocked as the ogre, who had literally pissed himself on the spot at almost taking an axe between his eyes, but Yaibo did not stop there. Oh no, as soon as the axe left his hands he charged the ogre and tackled him – must have kicked him in the balls too because when he bent over, old Yaibo punched him in the face and tackled him again, sending them both off the side of the cliff into the ravine below”. “We searched for hours once we reached the bottom” Trusolg says with an amused smile and a shake of his head “But found no trace of either of them. We assumed the land had taken them and set off to gather the bodies of our brother and sister. When we returned to camp with our fallen brother and sister we told the clan of what happened. Then, almost a week later right before we were to pack up and move on, off in the distance we see Yaibo with a rotting orc head attached to a makeshift walking stick!”
“You know what the old fool said when we asked how he survived?” Trusolg asks you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and you humor him with a smile and ask “How?” “Water nymphs saved him, and they were so enamored with his bravery and prowess that they took him in, nursed him back to health, and fucked him senseless! He would have returned sooner, of course, but he didn’t want to seem ‘inhospitable’. Water nymphs!” Both Trusolg and Aejsoag burst out laughing a boisterous, roaring laughter that fills the room as their drink slosh in their mugs when they slam them down on the table and grip their sides. You can’t help but laugh rather loudly as well, more in response to their laughter than anything else. This goes on for what seems like a minute before, with a few chuckles and wiping some water from his eyes, Trusolg says “It wasn’t long after that, that all the tribes gathered on neutral ground to find those that would honor us all by sending emissaries out to this land and others that would have us. Yaibo readily volunteered and asked that we follow him – that there was more to life beyond fighting, violence, beyond what we had known and that perhaps we could learn something in this gentler land. We of course thought he was crazy, but we followed nonetheless. That was… two or three years ago, and we have been here ever since, though with the occasional trip back home of course”. Both Aejsoag and Trusolg have their smiles, though they dim somewhat as their eyes downcast when they truly realize that they will have no more good times with their old friend and mentor. Your own smile dims slightly, but they’ve been so good to you and to the memory of their friend that you grab your half-filled mug – refilled halfway twice already – and raise it up over the table. “To Yaibo – a lecherous, wise, ferocious, and brave orc that will be sorely missed by all” you say loudly, happily – both Aejsoag and Trusolg grab their mugs and raise them up and say “To Yaibo – may you never be forgotten and may the spirits of our ancestors accept you. Go in peace” before all three of you clank your mugs together and quickly down the remaining contents. It hardly burns as it goes down – more like a gentle warmth in fact – and it seems to heat you up and make you feel much looser once it starts to take effect which, on top of all that you’ve consumed thus far, makes you feel incredibly loose, relaxed… and horny. You don’t even notice until you feel Aejsoag’s hand rubbing your left leg that both of the orcs have moved much closer to you and are giving you lust filled looks of want and desire. You grin back suggestively at the two and say in a teasing tone “Getting a bit too familiar, are we~?”
Continuing where we left off!
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12:02 pm
You stand outside the door to the orcs’ room and shuffle your feet a little as you bring your hand up to the door. Just as you’re about to knock you stop yourself and bring your hand to your head and scratch it, before running your hand through your red hair and compulsively checking the black silk that holds your hair in a ponytail behind you. You only met them briefly yesterday, and you’re not quite sure why you’re here, but nonetheless something about what Trusolg said and seeing Yaibo, Trusolg’s and Aejsoag’s mentor, dead seems to have struck a chord with you. You’re about to turn away, but you shake your head in frustration before you bring your hand up again in a fist, intent on knocking this time. “Get a hold of yourself, Colette; just knock on the blasted door and… whatever happens next, well, I guess I’ll find out soon enough”. After your little pep talk to yourself, you bring your hand closer and knock on the door three times and wait. You stand in front of the door and wait patiently, shifting on the soles of your feet and heels as you do so, and after about twenty seconds you start to wonder if anyone is behind the wooden door. Just when you’re about to turn around and head back, you hear the knob to the door turning and, a moment later, the wooden door swings slowly on its hinges to reveal the dark-green skinned Trusolg, the elder of the two orcs. You notice that he’s not wearing a shirt, and along with the obvious muscles on his chest and stomach you notice that he has various scars across his body… some of which look more recent than others. He has dark black hair on his chest and arms, and again you notice the tattoo of a stylized bear on his left arm – he’s also wearing simple brown pants and is going barefoot, and his hair is done up in a small ponytail bun. He smiles slightly when he sees you as some desire flashes in his brown eyes, which seems even more appreciative as he looks you up and down seeing you in your full gear. “Welcome, little warrior… please, come in – I ask that you remain silent for now as we are in the middle of prayer” the elder orc says to you in a hushed tone as he opens the door further and gestures inside. You nod your head in understanding before walking through the threshold and into the orcs’ room. The room is large, yet devoid of furniture – well, not entirely void as you notice that there’s a medium-sized table in the middle of the room with the pegs close to the ground. You also notice that there are mugs half empty and ceramic jugs filled with what you assume to be alcohol on the table. Then to the right there’s two large pieces of comfortable looking furs with some blankets and small pillows atop, which must mean that they sleep on the floor… and also a pair of trunks near the far right corner of the room. In fact, there are large furs all over the floor, you notice, and drapes hanging from the wall with the image of a roaring bear… similar to the tattoo’s on their arms. To the left is an open door that, upon inspection, leads to the chamber pot and bath, yet it’s directly across from you that catches your eye the most.
Directly across from you is a small shrine of sorts with fur barbarian-like armor on an armor stand with a suspiciously familiar battle axe leaning against it. There’s a hood that looks cut from giant brown bear on the top of the stand, and on either side are long, black metal candle stands with two small red candles that are currently lit. In front of the stand kneeling on the ground is Aejsoag – he sits on one knee with his head bowed in front of the stand. As Trusolg gestures for you to “sit” at the table, you watch as he makes his way around the right side of the table and take his spot next to his younger clansmen, dropping to one knee and bowing his head next to the equally barefoot and bare-chested younger orc, who has some scars, though not quite as many as his elder, on his back. You take your bow from off your back and set it next to the door as you close it, followed by your quiver and arrows, backpack, then your shortsword, dagger, and throwing knives. Afterwards, you walk a few feet in front of you towards the table before kneeling down and shifting onto your bottom, crossing your legs as you watch the two orcs. You let your eyes wander in silence as you look around the room, noting the small candles all along the walls on their sconces that light the windowless room. In fact, they give off a pleasant scent that reminds you distinctly of summer; warm, inviting, and with the scent of dried leaves and birch. You figure that the armor and weapon must be Yaibo’s, and that he must have been well respected by the two orcs as they hardly move or say a word as they pray in front of his equipment. Eventually, after a few minutes, both the orcs rise… which rouses you as you lift your head up from your shoulders just as they turn around. When Aejsoag sees you he cracks a mischievous grin for a moment as he walks to the left side of the table and sits while his elder walks to the right. “It is an honor to see you again, young warrior” Aejsoag says as he bows his head slightly before reaching for one of the few jugs on the table. He pops the top and pours a clear liquid from the jug into a mug in front of him, refilling it almost to the top. As Aejsoag takes a small drink from his mug, Trusolg grabs an empty mug and a jug before filling the container to the top. He gently slides the mug over the table to you, causing the liquid inside to slosh about before you stop it with your right hand. You look down at the clear liquid, almost like water, before bringing it to your lips and taking a drink. Immediately upon tasting the rough liquor you want to cough as the small sip burns going all the way down, turning your throat and stomach to fire as the smell now assaults your senses.
“Good?” the elder orc asks as he pours himself a drink before taking a long drink – “Yeah” you croak out and nod lightly, putting the mug down on the table. Both the orcs look at themselves and burst out laughing at your lack of tolerance. Not as strong as Helena’s, but still pretty strong – maybe close to what was at the temple of Dwynvel you think as you put your hands in you lean forward and rest your arms on the table. “What brings you here, young warrior?” Trusolg asks as he takes a small drink from his mug before setting it on the table, waiting for your response. You think it over for a few moments and you can’t really decide on a good response – they definitely expressed interest yesterday, and even now you can tell that they are interested in you, so it might be that, or it could be that you want to honor Yaibo with them. That brings you to another point that Trusolg mentioned about Yaibo being at peace and glad that he died in battle, so perhaps it’s your interest in their culture and philosophy? Given what happened yesterday the two seem relatively stable, which is more than you’ve been feeling since what happened as you’ve gone up and down as your emotions swirl about chaotically. You accept what happened, to be sure, but you just can’t seem to find the words to describe what you’re feeling – perhaps you’re just in shock still as it’s only been about twelve hours since “it” happened. Unable to really decide on a clear answer you try your best to smile and say with a shrug “Many things – I think I wanted to see you both and to honor Yaibo, but maybe I’m looking for answers… or a distraction. I’m not really sure”. Trusolg grunts in understanding and says “Understandable. I often forget that those born here do not often suffer through death on the battlefield. Grazbulork is a harsh, unforgiving land and it is a constant struggle for survival… both in the wilderness and between the tribes. Despite the alliances formed, there are still disagreements that often turn violent between our people. What happened was something I am unaccustomed to; a single madman slaughter so many so quickly and then raising the dead. It is… unnerving”. “Have you seen much death and… slaughter before?” you ask warily to both the orcs, and this time it is Aejsoag who nods with a grunt as he takes a drink.
“Yes, little one, we have. From the day we are born, man or woman, we are trained to fight for if we do not fight then we die. Our land is harsh; we have little water, vast canyons and barren landscapes. The predators are large and numerous; great bears, packs of dire wolves, and more bands of bandits than one can count. We do not have the great cities and walls of this land or those of the humans and amazons. We have settlements – some are larger enough to be considered cities, but are still susceptible to any number of threats. We do not have laws as you do – we live based on honor and often there are disputes that turn violent. Before I was a full man I had already killed a man and fought beasts and bandits with my clan”. “And you expelled the contents of your stomach when you thought eating week old meat on a long journey was a sound idea and spent the rest of the trip behind bushes and moaning about your stomach. Or when you nearly lost your head to a great bear and I had to save you because you tripped and hit your head” Trusolg interjects with a low, amused chuckle. “It swiped at me with its paw and I… lost my balance! I fought valiantly I tell you! It was near dead when you came to my aid!” the younger orc’s cheeks redden before he defends himself perhaps a little too loudly, glaring at his elder who merely laughs in response. “Of course, of course… how could I forget?” Trusolg says with a dismissive laugh that makes his younger seethe before he turns his attention back to you. “My clansman is correct; our land is harsh and battle is commonplace. Is there something you wish to know?” You bite your bottom lip and bring your hands up to your chin, resting your chin in your palms as your elbows rest on the table as you mull over how to explain what you feel. You decide that the best approach would be the honest one and say “I… have never seen so much death, so much pain, despair, and madness before. I have killed before, yes, but yesterday was the first time I have taken the life of another person, not a feral goblin, giant spider, rat or some other creature”.
You sigh before continuing with a quiver in your voice “I don’t regret what I did… but I can’t seem to get what happened out of my head, and seeing Yaibo lying there was, I don’t know, what you said and how he died seemed so foreign to me, and yet here you both are like nothing happened. I just… I don’t know – I keep going back and forth in my head between wanting to curl up and not go outside and then I feel fine, great in fact. How do you do it?” Aejsoag and Trusolg both put their mugs down and withdraw their hands as they look at you and seem to think about what you said. At first you think they may call you crazy or dismiss you entirely, but Aejsoag, surprisingly, is the first to answer. “We are not… undamaged, young warrior-“ he says, but you quickly cut him off and say “Colette, please, call me Colette”. He nods and continues “Colette. There is a reason why we are here; Yaibo always thought that our people were too rigid and focused on battle, violence, and that it was no way to continue to live. He believed we should focus more on being… people, rather than showing doubts and feelings of regret and sorrow – a sign of weakness to most of my people. I did not believe him at first and thought him a fool, but my time here has proven otherwise – he was wise even beyond his own years and wanted to change the direction of the clans”. “What Aejsoag is trying to say” Trusolg says after the younger finishes, though in a somber tone “Is that we feel the same as you at times, Colette. The battles, the death, the constant struggle and violence have made us weary – we are exposed to death and violence young and it follows us… haunts us, and we are given no time to come to terms with it. ‘Battle is in our blood, it is who we are, but it is not what defines us’ – Yaibo said that once, and he was right. He died an honorable death, a warrior’s death, one that I hope to one day have, but it should not be had by denying oneself”. You listen intently, surprised at the orcs’ honesty… but before you can say anything the elder of the two laughs and takes his mug before drinking a large portion “I hope that helps, and I often find the best ways to deal are to distract myself with something enjoyable, Colette – but let us not speak of terrible things any longer. We are here to honor Yaibo; let me tell you the story of when I was just a young boy and the day I thought I could challenge him to a duel!” You smile warmly at them both and nod “Okay, I’d like to hear that” and you reach for your mug and take a drink and, despite it burning all the way down, you find the second drink to be much easier to down than the first. As you listen to Trusolg talk you think on his words – So they aren’t just battle hardened, unfeeling fighters. He said not to deny oneself and to distract myself with something that I find enjoyable… you think as your thoughts turn to the battle and how he fought like a demon versus how different he is now, out of the public’s eye. It makes you smile and a little hopeful for some reason, but right now you listen to how Yaibo bent the young Trusolg over his knee after the match and spanked him in front of his entire clan, humiliating him quite thoroughly. You, Aejsoag, and even Trusolg all laugh at his misfortune, and you take another drink and smile as he goes into another story, this time about how the old orc tried to teach him how to approach women… only to get slapped upside the head for his advances on another clanswoman.
12:20 pm
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12:52 pm
“So there we were the three of us against a single ogre that had been a nuisance for months. I took us some time to track him down; he was a clever one, always throwing off his trail after every cattle he slaughtered. It was when he took young Jurgo that they sent an entire party to find him.” Aejsoag says as he tries to keep his speech together, clearly drunk as he sways and talks a little too loudly. You yourself feel quite tipsy as you smile a silly little grin, feeling quite warm and already having discarded your trench coat,gloves, armor, utility belt, and boots, along with most of your other gear by the door throughout your time drinking, laughing, and thoroughly enjoying yourself. Skin-Walker is as tight as ever, and you notice that both Aejsoag and Trusolg steal more than a few glances, even brazenly staring, at your breasts and trying to lean over to sneak a peak at your camel toe as you lean back and spread your legs slightly in relaxation. Still, they keep polite and civil and continue to speak, which you listen intently and find that Yaibo was a rather jovial, wise, and all around amusing man that you feel the world is a lesser place for not having him in it, despite his apparent ferocity in battle. “There was five of us at the start, but the ogre had killed a sworn brother and sister – by the spirits he was huge… and fast too! And no matter what we threw at him, he seemed to shrug every blow from our axes and arrows with little more than an annoyed grunt! Still, we managed to injure him enough in the end that he fled, and we gave chase for what seemed like an hour before he cornered himself near the edge of the cliff. All three of us were injured – my hand and ribs were broken when the filth managed to grab hold of me, and Trusolg’s arm was dislocated. Yaibo took a blow to the head and wasn’t thinking straight and his vision was blurry, so even outnumbered as he was he could have killed us easily”. Aejsoag chuckles to himself as he recalls the dire situation, and you can’t help but grin as his eyes gloss over for a moment as he loses himself in the memory before he snaps out of it and continues. “So you know what the old fool does? He screams at the top of his lungs and throws his battle axe over his head at the ogre… and only barely missed it’s head! We were almost as shocked as the ogre, who had literally pissed himself on the spot at almost taking an axe between his eyes, but Yaibo did not stop there. Oh no, as soon as the axe left his hands he charged the ogre and tackled him – must have kicked him in the balls too because when he bent over, old Yaibo punched him in the face and tackled him again, sending them both off the side of the cliff into the ravine below”. “We searched for hours once we reached the bottom” Trusolg says with an amused smile and a shake of his head “But found no trace of either of them. We assumed the land had taken them and set off to gather the bodies of our brother and sister. When we returned to camp with our fallen brother and sister we told the clan of what happened. Then, almost a week later right before we were to pack up and move on, off in the distance we see Yaibo with a rotting orc head attached to a makeshift walking stick!”
“You know what the old fool said when we asked how he survived?” Trusolg asks you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and you humor him with a smile and ask “How?” “Water nymphs saved him, and they were so enamored with his bravery and prowess that they took him in, nursed him back to health, and fucked him senseless! He would have returned sooner, of course, but he didn’t want to seem ‘inhospitable’. Water nymphs!” Both Trusolg and Aejsoag burst out laughing a boisterous, roaring laughter that fills the room as their drink slosh in their mugs when they slam them down on the table and grip their sides. You can’t help but laugh rather loudly as well, more in response to their laughter than anything else. This goes on for what seems like a minute before, with a few chuckles and wiping some water from his eyes, Trusolg says “It wasn’t long after that, that all the tribes gathered on neutral ground to find those that would honor us all by sending emissaries out to this land and others that would have us. Yaibo readily volunteered and asked that we follow him – that there was more to life beyond fighting, violence, beyond what we had known and that perhaps we could learn something in this gentler land. We of course thought he was crazy, but we followed nonetheless. That was… two or three years ago, and we have been here ever since, though with the occasional trip back home of course”. Both Aejsoag and Trusolg have their smiles, though they dim somewhat as their eyes downcast when they truly realize that they will have no more good times with their old friend and mentor. Your own smile dims slightly, but they’ve been so good to you and to the memory of their friend that you grab your half-filled mug – refilled halfway twice already – and raise it up over the table. “To Yaibo – a lecherous, wise, ferocious, and brave orc that will be sorely missed by all” you say loudly, happily – both Aejsoag and Trusolg grab their mugs and raise them up and say “To Yaibo – may you never be forgotten and may the spirits of our ancestors accept you. Go in peace” before all three of you clank your mugs together and quickly down the remaining contents. It hardly burns as it goes down – more like a gentle warmth in fact – and it seems to heat you up and make you feel much looser once it starts to take effect which, on top of all that you’ve consumed thus far, makes you feel incredibly loose, relaxed… and horny. You don’t even notice until you feel Aejsoag’s hand rubbing your left leg that both of the orcs have moved much closer to you and are giving you lust filled looks of want and desire. You grin back suggestively at the two and say in a teasing tone “Getting a bit too familiar, are we~?”
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