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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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The Orcs that had sent Vrexen off to engage the Dwarven scouts had stood at the western edge of Aldrakh ever since they heard the Demon’s screams. There had been a few Orc and Dark Elf soldiers that gathered around the area, but with nothing following the screams, attention to the west faded in time. 

[color=olive]“I think it’s about time we head that way and see the damage.”[/color] The ax-wielding Orc was tired of waiting to see if the Demon would come out. He knew warcries well. He participated in his fair share of raids, and Vrexen’s screams were not that. He didn’t know how to even describe them. To even an Orc, it seemed odd to find a creature [i]that[/i] excited to engage in battle. It was much easier to assume the cries were desperate and that the red-faced Vrexen had just experienced a long torturous death at the hands of the Dwarven scouts. 

[color=brown]“Was going to say the same, but if the scouts are still out there, that could be bad.”[/color]

[color=palegreen]“Bad shmad! If they’re up there, we have plausible… uh… plausible… shit… plausible... Y’know what I mean. We just act like we don’t know what’s going on.”[/color] 

[color=brown]“That… That is a way. No war is declared by Ironhold, so even if they do attack, we defend ourselves and rid the hills of Dwarves without having to explain too much.”[/color]

[color=olive]“It’s settled. We will fan out where we heard the creature and-”[/color] The ax-wielding Orc stopped abruptly upon watching Vrexen pounce from out of the treeline on all fours. The demon looked upon Aldrakh before he stood up to walk on his hind legs towards the settlement. 

[color=palegreen]“Look at that! Speak of a demon and he appears!”[/color] The Orcs were a bit surprised to see Vrexen return with no visible wounds or a falter in his step, especially since he wore no armor or bore no weapon. The existence of high level magic users could smash through ranks of enemy soldiers, but not without some protection. They wonder how Vrexen survived in the way he did.

[color=olive]“These demons… I do not envy those they consider enemies.”[/color] The Orc spoke with a hint of a grin. 

[color=brown]“Yes. He and that other one. Pride was his name.”[/color] The other spoke as Vrexen approached with his hands and chin covered in blood that was beginning to dry.

[color=darkturquoise]“Pride? Where?”[/color] Vrexen widened his third eye while narrowing his lower two.

[color=palegreen]“I think he’s in town. Figured you were with him.”[/color]

[color=darkturquoise]“......”[/color]

[color=olive]“Yeah, you can go see him [i]after[/i] you tell me what happened up there in those hills.[/color] The ax-wielder took a step ahead of the group towards Vrexen who appeared distracted by his own thoughts. After a very brief pause, Vrexen looked up at the Orc with the ax. 

[color=darkturquoise]“I killed them. Not all. The cowards fled. And [i]you can go see them[/i].”[/color] Vrexen mocked as pushed past the Orcs. [color=darkturquoise]“Go see my art. The result of my violence. Know that I do not kill for you! I kill for [i]her[/i].”[/color] He continued walking without turning back towards the Orcs that watched him crazily ramble like he had before. 

[color=palegreen]“Well… Let’s go check it out!”[/color] The Orc smirked excitedly, warranting a few dirty looks his way. [color=palegreen]“I mean, we have to conferrrum… conferum? Yeah, we have to conferum the kills he’s claiming.”[/color] The party eventually moved out into the wilderness to find Vrexen’s “art” while Vrexen used his third eye to keep away from Pride in his search for Myra and Astra. He was surprised he hadn’t noticed Pride’s stink much earlier. That Demon’s presence changed things, making Vrexen wanting to leave as soon as he could. The Sins had no knowledge of Vrexen’s goal to outdo them in pleasing Lilith and he wanted to keep it that way. 
 
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[color=plum]“Cut me a firm chunk off it, I’m not in the mood for wet meat right now.”[/color] Astra requested pointing to where there was less fat on the meat. 

Once Astra was given her portion she eyed it some. In a low tone, she addressed Myra.

[color=plum]“Watch and learn.”[/color] Astra chuckled just before her face became serious. She had a look of scrutiny as she looked at the piece of meat now. [color=plum]“So you two are saying this meat is better than all the other stalls out here and even Narth’s [i]Flame Game[/i] restaurant in Malthemoor. You two have to be the highest fuckin’ Orcs in Aldrakh, and klemara use is a norm here. That or I’m about to have the grandest foodgasm I have ever had in my several centuries of living!”[/color] Astra’s skepticism was loud and animated enough to draw some eyes and many ears. She left the two orcs somewhat stunned, because they didn’t expect her to say such things as she was meant to advertise their meat, not question its quality. [color=plum]“You know what, Myra, let me take the first bite and I’ll let you know if it’s worth it.”[/color] Astra put an open hand between Myra and the large piece of meat. [color=plum]“But if this shit isn’t as good as you say, we want our fuckin’ amas back. All of it.”[/color] Astra held he devious smirk as she faced the brothers.

[color=seagreen]“Wait a sec… You didn’t…”[/color]

[color=olive]“Bitch, you ain’t pay a single ama. Brother, what the fuck is she on about? We should-”[/color] Astra took a bite of the portion Myra had cut for her, chewed it, and gulped it down.

[color=plum]“Oh… Oh by Halstra! By Halastra’s wet cunt… THIS IS DELICIOUS! Myra, I know you’re not too hungry but eat it! You must have it!”[/color] She said cueing Myra to devour the large piece of meat which would only sell how good it was. Astra looked to the two brothers again who didn’t know how to feel as Astra was yanking their emotions all over the place with her antics. [color=plum]“You two made this?! Orcs on the fuckin’ level of Narth… That doesn’t even sound right. That doesn’t. Even. Sound. Right… Hey brethren, yeah you, come ‘ere! Try my piece!”[/color] A Dark Elf soldier that had his attention on the stall reluctantly walked over and took the rest of the piece Astra presented. He took a bite while Astra smiled brightly at him. [color=plum]“Good, huh? Fuckin’ delicious?”[/color]

[color=dodgerblue]“It’s quite good.”[/color] The Dark Elf answered with a nod as he chewed the piece of meat.

[color=plum]“See! I won’t deceive you, I know what my brethren like! If you like Narth’s stuff, here hits the spot!”[/color]


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