[h1][color=firebrick]Malakaus Vorinclex[/color][/h1] Healthy | Angeli Pallidus Guild | Introducing Himself [right][img]https://i.imgur.com/7iJKKu5.png[/img][/right]

Malakaus awakens to the sound of some chickens crowing, as chickens do in the morning. He sleeps on a hay-filled bed, with only a matted fur blanket to comfort him. His cat, Barrel, was still asleep at his feet. As he gets up to start his morning his feline companion rouses awake and is quick to run down stairs. Malakaus walks over to his fireplace and puts some fresh logs into place. [color=firebrick]"[abbr=Flame]Flak.[/abbr]"[/color] As soon as he says those words, a small orb of fire appears in his hands. It doesn't seem to hurt him as he moves the orb to the logs, causing them to quickly light up in just a few seconds. Barely a minute would pass before the logs begin to burn brightly and Malakaus heads down stairs to fetch an iron pot to fill with water from a rain barrel. He then moves the pot over the flames to boil. Meanwhile, the orc changes out from his night clothes, a thick outfit made of linen, to his bare body. He would relieve himself in a copper chamber pot, which he'd then empty by tossing it's contents out of the window and into the alley below. From there he would wash himself using the boiled water, a cleaned cloth lathered with a soap, and a bronze comb. Today was a big day today: normally he'd just settle with a cold wash but today he was actually going to see people.

After washing himself and putting out his fire, Malakaus went to get dressed, now in his under armor. A thick leather gambeson with sturdy leggings made of woolen cloth, with a oiled and cleaned steel Chausses. While wearing this outfit he prepared a fairly humble meal for himself: a slice of hard aged cheese, a cut of not-entirely soft tomato, and a tough strip of jerky meat betwixt two slices of bread that Malakaus had been slowly eating over the course of two days. For extra oomph, he had toasted the bread slices near the embers of his fireplace, toasting them. His portions were notably larger than they normally were as Malakaus wanted to fill his stomach, in the event he needs the energy to fight. After he ate his sandwich he washed it down with some watered-down wine. [color=firebrick]"Right then. Time to armor up."[/color]

Malakaus walked down the stairs, opening a door to allow Barrel to leave. He would return in his own time: today he hunts for his meal. Once downstairs Malakaus goes over to his workshop. It has been lean for him; not many people care to hire an orc to craft their items, and the only work he's been able to get thus far are basic repair jobs. Things he wouldn't even need to fire up his forge for, but use simple magic. Enough to earn his daily bread but not enough if he wanted to work on what he desired most: his equipment. Displayed on a rack was The Regelia, Malakaus's armor. It was a slow and meticulous process to don the armor; if he was too hasty, he may miss a strap that could cause his armor to expose a weak point or easily loosen. Over all it took him about twenty minutes to fully don, but when he did he felt like he was twice as large as before. He did a short exercise to test his limberness, doing squats, jumps, push ups, sit ups, and even rolling. Once he was limbered up he grabbed his axe and shield from a nearby rack, strapping the shield onto his arm before putting his axe into it's sling. [color=firebrick]"Let's go."[/color]

Malakaus leaves out the back of his forge, where he had let Barrel out of. It opens up to the back alleys where there wasn't much foot traffic; most people knew better than to walk these parts at night due to the presence of the drunk and homeless. Before he leaves Malakaus makes sure to leave the door locked using a lock of his own design; so heavy and sturdy that a common lockpick would snap just trying to get in. You'd have a better chance just breaking down the door, which isn't any easier thanks to Malakaus intentionally picking a heavy oak to make the door out of. Taking a deep breath of the morning air, ignoring the waste about ten feet away that he threw out of his window, Malakaus heads towards the guild. He had known about it's construction for some time, and had hoped they might've commissioned him to help build it, however no word was ever received. But now he would be the one to go to them, to offer his services not as a smith, but as a warrior.

Arriving at the door of the guild, Malakaus took note of the people gathered here. An elf and dwarf, who Malakaus recognized as the people who were building this guild. Then then human girl and the female centaur. New members perhaps? Either way Malakaus made himself known as he approached. [color=firebrick]"[abbr=Good Day. Fucker Eats-A-Lot. Soldier of Fortune.]Mir Dautas. Malakaus Vorinclex. Ushatarob shorat.[/abbr]"[/color] He intentionally just spoke orcish, to see if anyone here knew what exactly he said. If not, he might start speaking common but he wasn't one for baying with words. He wanted to show his skills, not boast.