[h1][center][color=ed1c24]Orkag the Bloodletter[/color][/center][/h1]

The moment Orkag entered the fort, he was genuinely surprised at the amount of people present inside it, mostly because he expected the throne room to be empty and that it would be a place where he could spend the night before he would reach another city or town to preach his goal. However, the moment he entered, the man on the throne caught his eye, anyone with the slightest magical capabilities could tell that the person on it was immensely powerful, so he warily entered the room keeping his eyes on everybody present.

As he walked however, he could see that a number of people stared at him and realized that he looked quite conspicuous. He was a seven foot tall orc with crimson eyes, wearing the skull of a bull on his head and having two magical ravens perched on his shoulders. While most of the looks were merely curious, there might have been someone among the crowds who would not be more interested in felling him than study him, so he took a seat in the far corner of the throne room, though still near the mysterious figure on the throne.

He mentally ordered Beak, one of his ravens, to look at the mage as he looked through the raven's eyes, however, he could not tell anything about the figure that which he did not already know... that he was an immensely powerful mage, but nothing more than that. After waiting around for ten or more minutes, trying to comprehend the man, he simply gave up and realized that now the only way to find things out about this man was by asking him.

As he walked towards him however, he could see another person, a somewhat muscular tattooed bald woman, it didn't take him much to realized that like him, this person was trained in both magic and close combat, though he could not tell what weapon this woman used as she did seemingly bear any actual weapons on her. Before he could speak, the woman talked first, asking the old mage the purpose of their being there.

[color=ed1c24]"That was one of the questions on my mind, but the other was... who are you old man, I can't tell who or what you are, but simply that you have magic easily beyond anyone present here."[/color] The orc asked in his thick, slightly guttural voice, narrowing his eyes at the man. [color=ed1c24]"Or rather... what are you?"[/color]

As he spoke, one of his ravens flew up towards the roof of the throne room and perched itself on a small rock outcropping near the roof, watching everyone inside the throne, studying them to see if anyone was not showing their form, or if they posed any danger to him while he talked to the old mage.