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[Color=crimson][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[Color=crimson][b]Location:[/b][/color] Aldrakh
[Color=crimson][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Myra [@13org]
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Myra's decision to accompany Astra was met with a low growl and narrowed eyes from Vrexen. [Color=darkturquoise]“It is decided then.”[/color] Vrexen walked forward towards the group of Orcs Astra pointed out. Every one of the orcs towered him in their huddle, but he was not intimidated in the slightest. They were discussing assaulting some Dwarven scouts but were being hindered by the fact that Ironhold had not officially taken a side in the war.

[Color=olive]“Sure, this attack is outside of the orders we received, but we can stomp those hairy runts in the hills right now when they least expect it.”[/color]

[Color=brown]“You're right, but…”[/color]

[Color=palegreen]“No buts. It's better to ask for forgiveness than… uh what was the word?”[/color]

[Color=darkturquoise]“The desire for violence should not be hindered.”[/color] Vrexen speaking up caused the group to turn their attention to him. Many of them looked upon him with confused stares due to his appearance. [Color=darkturquoise]“I am Vrexen, one of the eight demons brought here to help win your war and I wish to join you Orcs in stomping the hairy runts in the hills.”[/color] 

[Color=olive]“We don't need your help! Leave our sight, creature!”[/color]

[Color=crimson]“Should I leave your hearts as well?! Tell me, Orc! TELL ME!”[/color] Vrexen roared with a crazed toothy grin. The orc he was shouting at stepped forward with an ax in hand. 

[Color=brown]“Wait, brother! We can kill two birds with this one. He wants to kill and we want those Dwarven scouts gone. This red-faced creature does not appear to have another to answer to. He doesn't need orders and he looks capable enough.”[/color]

[Color=palegreen]“I'd say kill him, but the big brain here has a point. And if this demon gets himself killed we won't have to see his ugly mug again.”[/color] 

The ax-wielding Orc snarled before sighing.

[Color=olive]“Fine. He can have his [I]violence[/I] at his own expense and at our benefit. He kills them or they kill him… Or they all die in those hills. I'm fine with all outcomes.”[/color] 

[Color=darkturquoise]“There will only be one outcome.”[/color] Vrexen had calmed down a bit. There were a few chuckles and scoffs directed at Vrexen before the lead Orc pulled out a map to orient him to their location and where the Dwarven scouts had been spotted. His eyes scanned the map briefly before he started casually walking in the direction of his prey. He muttered to himself for a while before he started speaking aloud.

[Color=crimson]“Mother, I will show them! They shall know why Demons are superior. Why Avalia and the realms beyond it are ours to take! I will spill so much blood. I will peel skin from flesh and tear flesh from bone. I will feast on their organs and gnaw on their bones until they are ground to dust. There will be one… There will be one… There will be ONE! There will be one outcome! VIOLENCE! That is my gift to you mother.”[/color] 
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[Color=plum][h3]Meanwhile, where shit was normal… mostly at least.[/h3][/color]

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The two ladies had walked off before things between Vrexen and the orcs got tense with Astra taking the lead.

[Color=plum]“Despite the whole thing with losing that hippocampus which had the chance of causing us to crash and therefore kill us before we could make it here, I am quite proud of you Myra. I mean, I'm glad that you're aware that Vrexen is probably going to die.”[/color] Astra said seriously. She could not see how someone like Vrexen could thrive on the mainland. Daka was full of plenty of crazies and Yenworth was so dull that they probably saw Vrexen as a cool new attraction. 

Myra seemed quiet and obedient enough to not cause life-threatening trouble. She also had that killer instinct if a situation got hairy. 

[Color=plum]“Stick by me and you'll live long and make plenty of amas, believe me.”[/color] Astra and Myra entered the market bazaar where all the items for trade and purchase were displayed in the open as opposed to having many different enclosed shops. There, both Orcs and Dark Elven soldiers perusing about. The two got some long looks, especially Myra with her exotic appearance. 

[Color=lime]“Is the little one for sale by chance?[/color] A female Orc at a pet stall asked. 

[Color=plum]“Depends on much you're willing to pay.”[/color] Astra said with a grin.

[Color=lime]“400 amas.”[/color] The price caused Astra to stop and look at the woman like a deer in headlights. 

[Color=plum]“Come on, what do you take me for. That's far too little. She's sentient so she'd run the same price as a slave. 10,000 amas.”[/color] Astra winked at the Orc before peering down at Myra. [Color=plum]“Remember that okay. I won't settle for less and neither should you. Now let's find someone who I can sell that painting to. Then the hippocampi and the boat. Oh and then I can buy us some more clothes!”[/color]