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Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

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Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Agar

// A new foe or maybe a friend? >> time to fuck around and find out //

Agar watched the fight carefully play out before him. This wasn’t like before with the harpy, he could tell by the wolves’ movements that it was still strong despite its weakened appearance. The cat fought back admirably but still succumbed to the greater strength of the dog. It even played with it a little before really getting down and eating it.

Agar knew from his past experience with wolves that solitary hunters were typically weaker than larger groups. More mouths to feed but with teamwork they could bring down larger prey. One can expect a lone wolf to be that way because they are looking for a mate, the unlikely event that they got separated from their pack, or their pack was destroyed. Who knows what else could be the reason in this strange world.

Taking a moment to check his escape route behind him, the orc runt decided on what he wanted to do. Carefully with slow deliberation he stood from his hidden position. Angling himself so his left leg and shoulder were pointed towards the wolf. Keeping his spear pointed towards it gripped in both hands giving him stability and the ability to thrust the spear forward if he had too. He took this stance for its defensive ability but generally just like dealing with wild dogs it was a way to say “im not here to fight but will defend myself.”

He gave away his presence with a sharp whistle, locking eyes with the wolf when it looked at him. If they were like wolves and not bears it shouldn’t take this as a challenge Agar knew he would soon find out if this was the case at all. After a few tense moments he reached into his pouch and tossed about two pounds of grilled harpy meat out towards the wolf then resumed his defensive position.

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@Zeroth

Stats and Things

<< Current Quest: Fulfill Duties within the Tribe (0/2 Minimum)
Tribe Tasks: find turtle shell mushroom x5
Inventory: loincloth, sharp rock, Wooden Spear (poisoned), Hide pouch, sharp Tatzelwurm claw, Tatzel Venom Gland x1, Harpy Screech Valve x1, Harpy Talon x1, cooked/partially cooked Harpy Meat, 5 lbs, turtle shell mushrooms 3 out of 5, petrified fragment x6, Cream mushrooms x3, Liver Stalk Mushrooms x3
Skills: Ingestion, Field Scan II, (chose increased stamina for Lvl 2), Blunt Resistance I, (Chose additional empty skill slot for lvl 3), Muffle I,
Location: heading back out into the forest > strange creatures and dark forests
Inventory used (for current post): Tossed 2 lbs. of harpy meat towards the wolf

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Night / Last song
Location: the ceremony at lovers lake
Interactions: @Tae Mina
Mentions in order:(Party people)@Lava Alckon Farim @Infinite Cosmos Munir @princess Ana @Helo Callum @Tpartywithzombi Ari
outfit: plaid kilt in his family colors, wearing a snow bear skull headdress/ mask, bones of the bear down his arms back and rib cage, body paint in the form of runes, no shirt or shoes.

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The solemn sounds of the song drifted through the area, the dancers and party goers taking a moment to share stories or dance slowly to the song. Stories of pain, laughter, love, and good memories. It was exactly what they had asked them to do. Now, however, it was time for the real reason Roman handed out an open invitation. The board was set and the pieces in place, what came next was going to hurt.

The last prayer of the song was sung nearly interrupted by a certain princess declaring after party activities. He knew she couldn’t see his eyes but the look she got from him was not amused even if a few of the party goers were. Honestly it was something that could be quite relaxing, all he had to do was not pass out after the next song. yet, All he could do was sigh as he knew that was exactly what was going to happen.

Roman had to fight to stay in the here and now, the spirit that hitched a ride with him wanted to continue the songs, but he still had a few more things to set before he could go back to auto pilot. This did show as he seemed drained and a little sluggish. The bear gave a few more moments for the music to end and the instruments to settle.

“Friends, we have one more song for you to be sung in just a moment. This song is old, older than our kingdoms, passed down through oral traditions and storytelling. It is one of our oldest and this time it will not be translated; the people of the north know this song and are asked to help us sing it.” A short pause before he began again. “it will take us and the musicians a moment to prepare, please enjoy the drinks and the food the drums will sound when we are ready.”

He waited a little while longer for the crowd to move toward the ale and fire roasted meats. The scent even made him a little hungry but there was time for that later. Wordlessly he checked on Mina offering her some water and making sure she was ready for what came next. He rested his hand on her shoulder pressing his mask to hers. “One more song, remember to let it flow through you don’t resist. Just like we planned I'll begin as the catalyst and be the engine you and the shaman are the conduits.” He whispered to her letting his hand linger on her shoulder for a moment.

“The stones are set; the blood is paid.
Remember that we all are brothers.
All people, beasts, trees and stone and wind
We all descended from the one great being.
That was always there.
Before people lived and named it,
Before the first seed sprouted.”

With this the next step would soon begin, words spoken in the language of the north, just loud enough for only the two of them to hear. This act, these songs, this gathering was not the first step. The shaman and romans people have been preparing for this since the day they left port for this city. Over the last few days the stones and patterns were not just set here but stones and markings were deliberately placed all throughout this forest and into the city.

Offerings hung from trees, buried in the earth, and dropped into the sea. Blood willingly given and words of magic silently chanted. All for this one last song and the spell being played through it. A spell to heal the mind and the soul, to heal the earth and the spirits, to bring luck and peace. A powerful spell being pushed over a wide area. The change would be subtle, and it would take time. loss, pain, and heart ache would still be prevalent, but this should ensure that this land remains prosperous for years to come and those that would do harm to it would find it harder to do so.

Now Roman just had to make sure they got it right. His strength and will were being used to gather the energy being spent around them and channel it into Mina and the shaman. The offerings and stones placed are there to help regulate and spread this spell so it would not kill anyone using it. The bear still understood that he would likely be knocked out for a while after this. If one could ask him why he was doing this and taking this risk, the answer would be the same one he gave Mina, ‘I care about my friends here and they are not in a good way. This is the best I can do to help them because I know I can’t save all of them. This place just feels off like its cursed, hopefully this should act to help to ward off whatever might be plaguing this place and its people.’

It was a risk not just for their wellbeing, but it was likely that someone here or nearby could feel the gathering magic and its use. Those sensitive to this would be drawn to roman as he was soon going to be drawing even more magic into himself. but effectively everyone here was helping to give some amount of energy and will to the spell being cast whether they were aware of it was a different story. that and it could always be written off as the drinks that caused others to believe that magic was being cast.

Roman sat in the center of the stage still adorned in the bones of the bear he killed. Mina was joined on the stage with the Shaman, they would be dancing and singing together in unison. This is to share the burden of the spell. All the while Roman would be focused on his part in the spell chanting his parts while he sank into his trance. With the rest of the preparations set it was time to begin.

The drums began again to get everyone in position before they began the music for the last song. The shaman tossed pouches into the fire making the flames grow stronger, brighter, and more ravenous. Many of the northern people seemed to fall into a trance just as roman was as they sung the old words in the ancient language. to those new to this it could very easily come off as... spooky.

Hielung - Traust

Romans bad trip part III

He felt like he was slipping, as if every word pushed him down further and further into a bleak abyss. An abyss where a monstrosity waited for him to lose himself. Down furth and further he slipped no matter what he thought or said. He could hear that thing laughing again, it grew and grew till it was all he could hear. That same maniacal unhinged laughter that he could hear as he watched himself destroy so many lives. Closer and closer it came threatening to swallow him whole into the dark abyss.

Something grabbed his hand and suddenly he found himself at the top of Ember Mountain. He was home when a familiar voice pulled him from his confusion.

“You’re lettin the voices win again. We told yee not to give into them.”

Roman looked up to the visage of his grandfather. A bear of a man like him with a beard a dwarf from the legends would be jealous of. He dressed as if he was commanding armadas but always had a boisterous and jolly attitude. Not something you would expect from a man claiming to be Emberstone’s strongest warrior.

“Hello Grandfather” Roman couldn’t meet his gaze but did notice the man looked bigger than normal and his own voice was strange. Looking at himself Roman realized this was the last thing the two of them ever did, a memory of them climbing the mountain before he passed away.

“You seem distressed lad. Is this mission proving to be more difficult than yee thought? Those pesky nobles keeping yee busy?” he said with a chuckle and his thick accent.

“How did you do it? How did you manage to keep everyone safe and not let your losses get to you?” Roman still wouldn’t look up to him, instead he found himself pulling his knees up to his chest and staring off at the distant mountains.

A hearty laugh was his answer, “the answer is I didn. those losses haunted me for some time, led me to the rage that drove the legend of being the strongest.” A pause followed by a sigh as the man sat down next to Roman. “Yee going to lose, yee going to fail, but that’s ok. Yee learn the best lessons when yee lose, true failure comes when yee decide to give up and stop tryin.”

Roman continued to stare out, “How did you manage to suppress your rage? Sometimes I can feel it right beneath the surface. Like any moment I could lose control…”

The older man rested his hand on his grandson’s shoulder pulling him in close. He spoke quietly and with a smile, “aye that would be your grandmother. Sometimes you cannt do things on ya own but that wee lass, boy she had the spirit of fire in er. She always knew how to calm me demons. A good drinker too.” Another laugh as the man followed his grandson’s gaze. “I trust ye ill find yers, it will be tough, probly av to fight for her with yer wits and muscle.”

Roman kept his gaze out to the horizon, it was a strange feeling but after a time he did find the courage to look up to his grandfather. The man seemed to be enjoying himself at the top of a mountain with his grandson. It was nice a comfortable memory with someone that he considered one of his role models. He only wished it could last longer.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Agar

// Something smells >> A new foe or maybe a friend? //

The mushrooms were easy enough to get too and the cat snake thing wasn’t any wiser to him being as close as he was to it. This led to his assumption that the mud was indeed hiding his scent and blending him in to the environment combined with the muffle skill was adequately effective at hiding him from most of the local critters when they were not actively searching for him.

After slowly picking the last of the mushroom’s movement to his immediate left made him freeze and tense. A strange coloration he had not seen before made itself known to him. A strange colored wolf about the same size of the wolves he knew from home stalked around the edge of the tree line. He could see its gaze fixated on the cat. It didn’t look like the wolf was injured but it was hungry, so much he could tell by how its skin clung to its bones. Perhaps it was like the wolves back home, they worked better in a pack to bring down larger prey.

This one might have gotten itself kicked out of the pack or it was a solitary hunter and just had poor luck. Either way it would be nice to have a friend he could rely on again, the sudden flash of an old memory of his hunting dog Kevin. A black lab who was always up for a hunting trip, a loyal friend. It was a possibility at least until he tried. He wasn’t as naive to think that the harpy meat he had in his pouch would be enough to gain the trust of the creature but depending on how this upcoming fight between the two animals went he could very well at least try.

Until then he could at least make an attempt to prepare himself for the possibility that the wolf just attacks him outright. So, he slowly reached into his pouch and withdrew the small gland of dried Tatzelwurm powder. With the addition of some saliva, he mixed the dried powder onto the end of his wooden spear slowly coating it with his free hand onto the sharpened tip being sure to wipe his hand off slowly on the grass next to him and resumed a ready position so he would be ready to move if he had too.

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@Zeroth

Stats and Things

<< Current Quest: Fulfill Duties within the Tribe (0/2 Minimum)
Tribe Tasks: find turtle shell mushroom x5
Inventory: loincloth, sharp rock, Wooden Spear, Hide pouch, sharp Tatzelwurm claw, Tatzel Venom Gland x1, Harpy Screech Valve x1, Harpy Talon x1, cooked/partially cooked Harpy Meat, 7 lbs, turtle shell mushrooms 3 out of 5, petrified fragment x6, Cream mushrooms x3, Liver Stalk Mushrooms x3
Skills: Ingestion, Field Scan II, (chose increased stamina for Lvl 2), Blunt Resistance I, (Chose additional empty skill slot for lvl 3), Muffle I,
Location: heading back out into the forest > strange creatures and dark forests
Inventory used (for current post): applied dried Powdered Weak Tatzel Venom x1 to spear point

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

I'll get the post up tonight or tomorrow

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Night / 3rd song
Location: the ceremony at lovers lake
Interactions: @Tae Mina
Mentions in order:@Lava Alckon Farim @Infinite Cosmos Munir @princess Ana @Helo Callum @Tpartywithzombi Ari
outfit: plaid kilt in his family colors, wearing a snow bear skull headdress/ mask, bones of the bear down his arms back and rib cage, body paint in the form of runes, no shirt or shoes.

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The song continued the musicians never skipping a beat, lost in the same trance as the singers. The guards and some of the others sang along with them, translating its meaning to shed the weights of this life and heal. A reminder that we are all the same in the eyes of the gods and no struggle is worth walking alone. A song meant to be uplifting and comforting. Something to bring the spirits of those listening up before being brought down again.

As Mina sang alongside Roman, her voice rising in harmony with the others, her attention was briefly drawn to the crowd. There, standing next to Munir, was the ghostly figure of a woman holding a baby. It was the same woman and child she had seen twice before, their haunting presence now more vivid than ever, dressed in an outfit befitting the royalty of Alidasht.

The woman smiled up at Mina with a gentle expression before placing a hand on Munir's shoulder. Then, as if speaking directly to Mina's soul, she uttered words that only she could hear. "Don't be afraid. Love him."

Mina stumbled over her words, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized the truth. This was Munir's deceased mother and sibling, reaching out to her from beyond the veil. Despite the shock, she quickly recovered and continued to sing, her voice trembling with emotion as she struggled to process the encounter and its meaning.

Whomever was in control of roman gave the body language of concern towards mina, even though his eyes didn’t seem to register a change. The next song was somber and slower, as the current song began to ebb and slow until the instruments and dancers stopped. The man gave a gentle squeeze to his singing partner’s arm as a gentle reminder that he was still there, and she would be ok. There were only a few more songs left but the last song was the most important.

The dancers and partygoers kept on going and laughing, cheering at the singers and each other. but some began to slow and stop either knowing what was going on next or through curiosity of what’s going on. Roman swept his left hand out in front of him clenching his fist at the end of the arc. At that motion the northern people began to hush their words and told others to do the same.

Silence quickly fell over the crowd with only the sounds of the fires and the night filling the air.
“Brothers, sisters, friends, and strangers. Our next song is meant to be somber, is meant to give reflection and remembrance to our ancestors!” He spoke loudly with command and grace. “You and I are the culmination of all our ancestors’ hopes and dreams. What they worked lived and died for.” again he swept his hand out in front of him as if he was talking to every single person in the crowd individually.

“Listen to our song, dance if you want, but we beseech you to take this time and remember those who came before you. Tell the others here your favorite stories of them, tell them who they were and laugh about it. If you still carry grief then express it one last time and let it go, the dead can not carry grief with them so neither should you.”

Roman took a few steps back until his back was hot with the fire behind him. “Valdemar the just, we call to you. Join us for this song, let us show you how we honor our dead and their memory, how we honor you and your judgment.” With this small cloth bags were thrown into the fires making their bright yellow and orange flames turn a deep blue and green. This was the signal for the musicians to begin their beat again, slow, and deep.

Wardruna and Aurora - Helvegen

Roman’s bad trip part II

Roman was confused for a moment, where before he was surrounded by angry villagers, he now found himself in the Varian royal palace courtyard. Alone at first as he wandered the grounds never getting any closer to the palace no matter how far he traveled. Then suddenly he began to pass some of the other Varian nobility and citizens that joined them on this summer trip. They paid him no mind even if he tried to talk to them.

The voice that haunts his nightmares began to whisper to him,
“you’re not strong enough.”
His heart began to race as he could smell smoke and hear the roaring of fire.
“You can’t save all of them.”
The sound of battle and screams seemed to just be over the hedge rows nearly within sight.
“How do you expect to save them when you can barely save yourself.”
The castle began to crumble and burn but no matter how hard or fast he ran he couldn’t get closer.
“You are a failure, your family should have tossed you to the wolves when you were young.”
Soon even the garden around him began to wither and rot, the beautiful flowers turning to nothing but ash. Even the people he passed began to do the same until only skeletons leered at him.
“You can’t stop what’s coming alone. Embrace what you shun, become their monster. Kill the boy.”

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Agar

// Must go deeper >> Something smells //

The forest, although dark with lots of unknowns, was actually peaceful even with understanding that standing out in a place like this either means your stupid or strong. This place reminded him of home, the thought broke his concentration for a moment thinking of his family and what the goddess had said about them. Stepping on and cracking a small stick on the game trail pulled him from his thoughts. Cursing himself for losing focus on what he needed to do.

Resuming his carful walk, Agar happened upon another small clearing. He could immediately see the mushrooms in the middle of the forest. Still without rushing he scanned the tree line around him. He smelled something that came off as rotten or dog poop. He could only guess could be coming from the strange tree at the other side of the clearing. A slight movement showed another tazelwurm lurking beneath it but it wasn’t looking in his direction.

The orcling gazed at the trees above them to make sure it was alone. He didn’t have enough time to see if they were communal or lone hunters. So, he decided to continue forward slowly in his low crawl up to the mushrooms to pick them while continueing his use of Muffle I. Glancing up from the mushrooms to look up towards the cat.

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@Zeroth

Stats and Things

<< Current Quest: Fulfill Duties within the Tribe (0/2 Minimum)
Tribe Tasks: find turtle shell mushroom x5
Inventory: loincloth, sharp rock, Wooden Spear, Hide pouch, sharp Tatzelwurm claw, Tatzel Venom Gland x1, Harpy Screech Valve x1, Harpy Talon x1, cooked/partially cooked Harpy Meat, 7 lbs, Powdered Weak Tatzel Venom x1, turtle shell mushrooms 2 out of 5, petrified fragment x6
Skills: Ingestion, Field Scan II, (chose increased stamina for Lvl 2), Blunt Resistance I, (Chose additional empty skill slot for lvl 3), Muffle I,
Location: heading back out into the forest > strange creatures and dark forests
Inventory used (for current post): None

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

herniated disk in my lower back surgery scheduled on march 11th... good times

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

My post is going to be a little delayed on top of my recent injury I am now sick lol

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

short post is short. im not feeling all to well and the meds make my brain foggy but i got something up