[Center][Img]https://i.imgur.com/vgaCXB9.png[/img] [Color=crimson][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning [Color=crimson][b]Location:[/b][/color] Aldrakh [Color=crimson][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Myra [@13org] [Color=crimson][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [hider=Equipment:] [url=https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/2941e5bb-46c5-4e6e-93fc-1e9381c472d6/d7mebdz-3d6adc4b-6d89-4e50-b825-0917010df7d0.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzI5NDFlNWJiLTQ2YzUtNGU2ZS05M2ZjLTFlOTM4MWM0NzJkNlwvZDdtZWJkei0zZDZhZGM0Yi02ZDg5LTRlNTAtYjgyNS0wOTE3MDEwZGY3ZDAuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.zxJolAcl0JPErFOEdTIqa0YyfLLv-qz06f0axXHsN3Q]Outfit (left)[/url][/hider][/center][hr] Attention drew to the three misfits that entered Aldrakh, especially with Vrexen wrapped in a blanket and Myra lacking any clothing. Here in Aldrakh, being in the nude wasn’t a big deal, it just was not a common occurrence. What was even more uncommon were what they assumed to be misshapen beast-men entering their settlement. Anyone who did not know any better would assume Astra was a slaver that had tamed rare breeds of Demi-humans gone feral. [color=plum]“Lord Vrexen, I suggest we bed-down here until we can sell the hippocampi. We won’t have any use of a watercraft for a long while and without the proper care, the watercraft and the horses are just going to expire.”[/color] [Color=darkturquoise]“We can always eat them.”[/color] [color=plum]“Yeah, but if we get amas for them, we won’t have to settle on meat from old stinky horses. I can acquire something much richer in taste and far more filling.”[/color] Astra persuaded selfishly. She was not keen on eating raw hippocampi today. [color=darkturquoise]“Fine, but if you cannot sell them by the time that [color=crimson][i]THING[/i][/color] in the sky is gone, [color=crimson]I will gnash into their flesh![/color]”[/color] Vrexen bared his teeth at Astra who gave a silent obedient nod. [color=plum]“It’s a deal. And You should try sticking your hand out a bit. The sun is kind of doing a shitty job getting through the thick clouds here. These Orcs use a lot of fuckin’ fire to forge the things they do, so if we stay close to this place we-”[/color] [Color=darkturquoise]“YES!”[/color] Vrexen threw the blanket off his body and basked in the dulled light of the sun. More eyes drew to the group with Vrexen’s reaction to the sun being absent. [color=darkturquoise]“Perhaps I won’t kill these Orcs. I… favor them.”[/color] A toothy grin spread across his face. [color=plum]“That is… a very good thing. We really like Orcs and would NEVER EVER do them any harm.”[/color] Astra made sure she was clearly heard. [color=darkturquoise]“But I do wish to kill something…”[/color] [color=plum]“Like now?”[/color] [color=darkturquoise]“.........Yes.”[/color] Vrexen was still grinning but more to himself and Astra found it strange. She hoped this was not like when they were all at the Malthemoor docks. [color=plum][i]Well, shit.[/i][/color] She furrowed her brows trying to come up with something when she spotted several Orcs in some sort of huddle a bit away. [color=plum]“You know what? You should go tell those Orcs over there that you’re ready as fuck to kill something. I think they’ll point you in the right direction.”[/color] Astra assumed Vrexen would either get murdered by the Orcs or they were really down to let him join them to go kill something. She remembered Vrexen claiming he could not die, but she wasn’t taking that with face value. [color=darkturquoise]“I shall invite them to violence.”[/color] [color=plum]“Good. Violence is good.”[/color] She said sarcastically. [color=plum]"Anyway, Myra, you wanna go kill shit with Vrexen or do some trading with me?”[/color] Astra asked. [color=darkturquoise]“Amas or [color=crimson]violence[/color]?”[/color] Vrexen presented the choice as well. [right][color=crimson]78[/color][/right]