[color=a2d39c]"Bah! Stupid horses. Too scared to fight!"[/color] The half-orc cursed as the horses thoroughly outran the barbarian. While disappointing, Orchid didn't bother to continue the chase once they returned to the forest, instead turning back to catch up with the rest of the party. He grabbed his sword, as well as the weapons of the other cultist, and hurried alongside the group back to Greenest. Today had been a productive day, What with the sneaking and saving and fighting. It really made Orchid feel like he’s doing something worthwhile.

It was an odd feeling. Having never been a complex man, simply living to the next day was all that concerned Orchid. Even his adventure for power was naught but a reason to wake up to the next day, alongside simple pleasures like eating. It made the half-orc wonder what exactly he would be doing and what must be done in order to actually “win” against the enemies he’s facing. Would it be so simple as to just keep fighting the cultist until he was the Kat man standing? Was there even more that Orchid needed to do, something beyond strength? Time will tell.

Upon reaching Greenest Orchid let out a loud, satisfied sigh. [color=a2d39c]”Yaaaargh! Orchid tired. Good fight! Save Leosin. Orchid hungry. Gunna go eat and sleep.”[/color] There was very little fanfare for the heroes as they retired to the keep. Orchid ate his fill and slept in the infirmary, dreaming of things to come. Of dragons and monsters. Giants and armies. Him among the enemies, his blade raised high to cut down everyone that dared stand in his way. But as he slept he saw something else. A small beast that caught his eyes.

Suddenly the dream shifted to his village. Not the elven one, but an orcish one. He could see men and women working on their homes, patching up holes or preparing tools for work. Making harpoons for fishing, baskets for foraging, soup for breakfast. When one would think of an orcish village some might expect more savagery and violence, but the truth was that orcs are a people like humans or elves, and even they need to fulfill basic needs and duties outside of warfare.

As Orchid observed this village he spotted the beast that caught his eye. A golden badger. Curious he chased after, and the beast fled. Orchid ran through the village, dodging people and jumping over obstacles to chance the badger until eventually it lead Orchid to an isolated spot in the forest. He had no idea where he was at. The badger was sitting on a stone. The stone seems familiar to him. The young orc approached and touched the rock, filling his vision with light.

Then Orchid woke up. People were busy going about their business in the keep, tending to the wounded or fixing the damage to the walls. Orchid yawned and got up, looking for something to eat. As he was doing so a guard approached him about the governor wanting to meet him. [color=a2d39c]”Mkay. Orchid go.”[/color] Orchid went to go meet the governor, still sleepy and tired, and frankly he didn’t really pay too much attention when he praised the group for all of their efforts. Orchid was still groggy and hungry. And now it seemed like the party was being led away to Leosin, who Orchid vaguely remembered as the man they picked up yesterday at the cultist camp. Giving a big tired yawn Orchid scratched his head and looked to his companions.

[color=a2d39c]”Leosin have food? Orchid hungry.”[/color]