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Interaction with: Darius, Skar, and Myra @13org
Darius, Skar, and Myra had traversed many miles north by going through Orc Landing, ferrying across Devil's Bay, landing on Daka Island, and finally arriving at the fog engulfed Morteum. The sun had failed to break through the fog in this ghastly place, yet the area remained illuminated by the fog's pale blue tint.
The trio had finally made it to their destination, but it was not without joyous times along with a few difficulties. Orc Landing had not been what any of them expected. At first, the three were not well received. Skar was an Orc outcast and claimed that Darius and Myra were demons she had enslaved. The group was tolerated at best as they all had the same thing in common, they did not belong. Thankfully the orcs asked few questions about Darius being a demon, especially after seeing Darius' ability to manipulate water. By this point in time, it was something he did often. He played with his magical ability like a toy. Skar had chastised Darius for this, but his "party tricks" went big with many of the orcs in Orc Landing. In no time, Darius grew to be somewhat of an attraction amongst the brutish creatures. He even earned himself some amas.
Darius had learned that the orcs of Orc Landing were a lot different from Skar. Most of them spoke clearer that she did, were better equipped, and were generally shorter than her. They called themselves the Unbroken and they were proud to tell him why. There were many attempts to bargain with Skar into buying Darius or Myra or both, but Skar knew the price of bringing Darius to Aklenroth.
Skar had enjoyed her five day long venture as well. She had rented out Peacemaker to an orc merchant that claimed that he could use the beast to deliver local shipments. With her moving storage unit gone, she settled on using a large leather backpack to carry all of her valuable and useful travel items. At the moment, Skar was a bit more heavily equipped due to not relying on Peacemaker as a weapons locker. She had an orcish shortsword, a shield and several daggers at her hip and her axes on her backside. In the past week, Skar had tried to instill some of her knowledge onto Darius and Myra. She didn’t have much to offer since both lacked the affinity for weapons, but she managed to teach Darius a bit about the other races in Avalia, tips for surviving in the wilderness and managed to teach Myra how to skin hides, spearfish, and to craft tools from nature itself. Skar was not the only one who taught the group some things. She had learned a bit about Myra and how fast she understood how to do things. The demon learned at such a rapid rate, you’d think she already knew all the skills she was shown. Then there was Darius with his funny-sounding phrases and odd gestures. As much as Skar claimed to hate it, the man had helped her a bit with her speech by talking to her often. He said it was so he could make Myra talk, but she was sure he did for her as well. The two had bets on what Myra’s first words would be. Darius bet it would be his signature anti inhibitious phrase, “Fuck it.” while Skar thought it would be what she often repeated, “Shut up Darius!” Both phrases were said constantly during their travel. It was surprising that in just a week's time the three had bonded so well. Skar had never had a companion like Darius. He brought out something in her she didn’t know existed. She had found herself smiling more times this week than she had in her entire life. The man planned to be gone soon and on his way back home, but she wouldn’t forget the funny charismatic human. Darius Barnes.
Despite the difficulties they had to face in Orc Landing and throughout their trip and the fact that she still didn't like the idea of going where Aklenroth was, Myra was still amused by Darius and Skar's company.
For the first time, she went to a place where other people lived, in Orc Landing. While both Darius and Skar had a bit of a difficult time trying to control Myra's curiosity, especially since their presence didn't seem to be all that welcome, a fact which Myra completely ignored. Luckily enough, Myra's curiosity didn't cause any problems. The fact that the other Orcs seemed to tolerate their presence much more and even enjoy their presence after Darius started using his magic water seemed to help a lot. While Myra was very interested and curious about everything around her, she also did stop to watch Darius' demonstrations with his magic water when he did it for the orcs. Other than that, Myra did notice that Skar was different from most of the Orcs living there. While the reason for that was a mystery, the difference in size was clear.
Other than the things she saw and learned at the Orc Landing, she also learned many more things with Skar and Darius throughout their trip, such as how to cook and prepare meat, the fact that Darius and other humans preferred to eat cooked meat and a lot of things regarding hunting with Skar. While Myra still didn't know exactly why would she want to take the hides from the prey she hunted or why would she want to craft the tools that Skar taught her even though she had her claws, learning how to catch fish, both with pointy sticks that Skar taught her how to make and with her own claws was undoubtedly interesting and useful for Myra. One thing Myra wasn't able to grasp just yet was the words Darius was trying to teach her. Despite his and Skar's countless attempts to teach her to talk, she still said nothing, even though it seemed she was getting noticeably better at understanding their words thanks to their efforts. Even though they were unsuccessful in making Myra talk though, she had learned a few gestures such as nodding her head to say 'yes', shaking it to say 'no' and even a few strange gestures that Myra wasn't able to fully grasp their meaning though, such as the one she held her hand open and hit it the other person's open hand making a clap sound or the one Darius taught her where she held up both her middle and index fingers from each hand making a V shape. Even though she didn't understand them very well, it was still fun to imitate Darius and see both him and Skar's expressions when she did so.
“The vibe screams final boss, but this is a bit too much. Like this walk is kind of shitty. And what kind of welcome is this?” Darius complained as the three reached the bridge that led to the castle of Morteum. It had taken an hour, but they managed to correctly traverse the fog covered dilapidated ruins. The blue fog of the vast ruins didn’t loom as much from the bridge, allowing this particular structure and the castle ahead to appear more clearly. The air was colder in this part of Avalia, which was why Darius wore a black hooded cloak over his black leather armor for warmth. Skar didn't bother with extra layers as orcs had thick skin and unrivaled pride. “Just across this and we’re there? Right where Skeletor lives… I mean Allen-Roth or however you say it." Darius had become familiar with the name… Well, kind of?
“Aklenroth, fool! Don’t die just before you get home!” Skar snapped as her eyes focused on the undead guard's on the other end of the bridge.
It was clear for Skar and Darius that Myra was very agitated as they stopped in front of the bridge going to the castle. The patch of hair on the back of her neck bristled and her claws were showing as Darius and Skar talked. Something deep down inside of Myra screamed that just being there was already a terrible idea. Not even Darius' carefree tone was able to calm her down.
Looking to both Darius and Skar, Myra pointed towards the castle, shaking her head in a negative expression as she tried to convince them to turn back and get away from there. Even if they had already refused once, Myra still wanted to try again. Pointing back to the way where they came, she looked again at Darius and Skar, waiting for their reaction. Not only it was incredibly clear on how agitated Myra was, but the message she wanted to tell them too.
"Hey Myra. We'll be fine." Darius tried to assure her by reaching down and caressing the back of her neck. She had gotten like this a few times during the journey. Orc Landing, the creepy hooded ferryman, and can't forget the day the three set out to travel to Daka Island. In times like these, he needed to calm her. With all the time spent together, it didn't take Darius long to learn that the patch of hair on the back of Myra's neck was her sweet spot.
"This the last part, okay? I'm gonna have him meet us out in the open." Darius pointed with his free hand to the open area on the other side of the bridge. "...so if he tries something… anything… We'll jump him!" Darius then used both of his hands to slam his fist into his palm. Giving her a confident look, he pointed to her and then cupped his hands over his eyes. "Hide 'n' seek! Remember? Do hide 'n' seek. He said referring to her camouflage ability. "You can keep me safe, Myra. I know you can. And then once everything is settled," He looked to Skar. "Skar will take you away from this place. Right, Skar?"
"Yes. Skar hate this place. It is… shit. Now, let us continue." Skar walked forward, taking the lead and Darius followed. To pass the time Darius casually passed a handful of water back and forth between his palms.
As they neared the two armored undead that appeared to be guarding the castle with their spears, Darius looked to Skar. He had faith in her abilities, so even if this was some sort of trap, he believed they could make it through on top. Skar suddenly stopped a few feet from the undead at the end of the bridge. She was wary of them, but they remained still as if they were decorative statues. She leaned towards the one on the right with her hand gripping the hilt of her sheathed sword. And there was still no movement. "Hm." Skar let out before continuing forward.
The spears of the undead guards crossed in front of her so quickly, Skar jumped back and unsheathed her blade. Darius had flinched back as well with spheres of water spinning rapidly in his palms. He scowled at the silent guards.
"You gotta be kidding. Let us in! Hey Aklenroth! Come get your human! Hot 'n' ready to go the fuck home!" Darius was clearly irritated and Skar was on the verge of engaging the guards.
Interaction with: Darius, Skar, and Myra @13org
We're the three best friends that anyone could have!
Darius, Skar, and Myra had traversed many miles north by going through Orc Landing, ferrying across Devil's Bay, landing on Daka Island, and finally arriving at the fog engulfed Morteum. The sun had failed to break through the fog in this ghastly place, yet the area remained illuminated by the fog's pale blue tint.
The trio had finally made it to their destination, but it was not without joyous times along with a few difficulties. Orc Landing had not been what any of them expected. At first, the three were not well received. Skar was an Orc outcast and claimed that Darius and Myra were demons she had enslaved. The group was tolerated at best as they all had the same thing in common, they did not belong. Thankfully the orcs asked few questions about Darius being a demon, especially after seeing Darius' ability to manipulate water. By this point in time, it was something he did often. He played with his magical ability like a toy. Skar had chastised Darius for this, but his "party tricks" went big with many of the orcs in Orc Landing. In no time, Darius grew to be somewhat of an attraction amongst the brutish creatures. He even earned himself some amas.
Darius had learned that the orcs of Orc Landing were a lot different from Skar. Most of them spoke clearer that she did, were better equipped, and were generally shorter than her. They called themselves the Unbroken and they were proud to tell him why. There were many attempts to bargain with Skar into buying Darius or Myra or both, but Skar knew the price of bringing Darius to Aklenroth.
Skar had enjoyed her five day long venture as well. She had rented out Peacemaker to an orc merchant that claimed that he could use the beast to deliver local shipments. With her moving storage unit gone, she settled on using a large leather backpack to carry all of her valuable and useful travel items. At the moment, Skar was a bit more heavily equipped due to not relying on Peacemaker as a weapons locker. She had an orcish shortsword, a shield and several daggers at her hip and her axes on her backside. In the past week, Skar had tried to instill some of her knowledge onto Darius and Myra. She didn’t have much to offer since both lacked the affinity for weapons, but she managed to teach Darius a bit about the other races in Avalia, tips for surviving in the wilderness and managed to teach Myra how to skin hides, spearfish, and to craft tools from nature itself. Skar was not the only one who taught the group some things. She had learned a bit about Myra and how fast she understood how to do things. The demon learned at such a rapid rate, you’d think she already knew all the skills she was shown. Then there was Darius with his funny-sounding phrases and odd gestures. As much as Skar claimed to hate it, the man had helped her a bit with her speech by talking to her often. He said it was so he could make Myra talk, but she was sure he did for her as well. The two had bets on what Myra’s first words would be. Darius bet it would be his signature anti inhibitious phrase, “Fuck it.” while Skar thought it would be what she often repeated, “Shut up Darius!” Both phrases were said constantly during their travel. It was surprising that in just a week's time the three had bonded so well. Skar had never had a companion like Darius. He brought out something in her she didn’t know existed. She had found herself smiling more times this week than she had in her entire life. The man planned to be gone soon and on his way back home, but she wouldn’t forget the funny charismatic human. Darius Barnes.
Despite the difficulties they had to face in Orc Landing and throughout their trip and the fact that she still didn't like the idea of going where Aklenroth was, Myra was still amused by Darius and Skar's company.
For the first time, she went to a place where other people lived, in Orc Landing. While both Darius and Skar had a bit of a difficult time trying to control Myra's curiosity, especially since their presence didn't seem to be all that welcome, a fact which Myra completely ignored. Luckily enough, Myra's curiosity didn't cause any problems. The fact that the other Orcs seemed to tolerate their presence much more and even enjoy their presence after Darius started using his magic water seemed to help a lot. While Myra was very interested and curious about everything around her, she also did stop to watch Darius' demonstrations with his magic water when he did it for the orcs. Other than that, Myra did notice that Skar was different from most of the Orcs living there. While the reason for that was a mystery, the difference in size was clear.
Other than the things she saw and learned at the Orc Landing, she also learned many more things with Skar and Darius throughout their trip, such as how to cook and prepare meat, the fact that Darius and other humans preferred to eat cooked meat and a lot of things regarding hunting with Skar. While Myra still didn't know exactly why would she want to take the hides from the prey she hunted or why would she want to craft the tools that Skar taught her even though she had her claws, learning how to catch fish, both with pointy sticks that Skar taught her how to make and with her own claws was undoubtedly interesting and useful for Myra. One thing Myra wasn't able to grasp just yet was the words Darius was trying to teach her. Despite his and Skar's countless attempts to teach her to talk, she still said nothing, even though it seemed she was getting noticeably better at understanding their words thanks to their efforts. Even though they were unsuccessful in making Myra talk though, she had learned a few gestures such as nodding her head to say 'yes', shaking it to say 'no' and even a few strange gestures that Myra wasn't able to fully grasp their meaning though, such as the one she held her hand open and hit it the other person's open hand making a clap sound or the one Darius taught her where she held up both her middle and index fingers from each hand making a V shape. Even though she didn't understand them very well, it was still fun to imitate Darius and see both him and Skar's expressions when she did so.
Present Time
“The vibe screams final boss, but this is a bit too much. Like this walk is kind of shitty. And what kind of welcome is this?” Darius complained as the three reached the bridge that led to the castle of Morteum. It had taken an hour, but they managed to correctly traverse the fog covered dilapidated ruins. The blue fog of the vast ruins didn’t loom as much from the bridge, allowing this particular structure and the castle ahead to appear more clearly. The air was colder in this part of Avalia, which was why Darius wore a black hooded cloak over his black leather armor for warmth. Skar didn't bother with extra layers as orcs had thick skin and unrivaled pride. “Just across this and we’re there? Right where Skeletor lives… I mean Allen-Roth or however you say it." Darius had become familiar with the name… Well, kind of?
“Aklenroth, fool! Don’t die just before you get home!” Skar snapped as her eyes focused on the undead guard's on the other end of the bridge.
It was clear for Skar and Darius that Myra was very agitated as they stopped in front of the bridge going to the castle. The patch of hair on the back of her neck bristled and her claws were showing as Darius and Skar talked. Something deep down inside of Myra screamed that just being there was already a terrible idea. Not even Darius' carefree tone was able to calm her down.
Looking to both Darius and Skar, Myra pointed towards the castle, shaking her head in a negative expression as she tried to convince them to turn back and get away from there. Even if they had already refused once, Myra still wanted to try again. Pointing back to the way where they came, she looked again at Darius and Skar, waiting for their reaction. Not only it was incredibly clear on how agitated Myra was, but the message she wanted to tell them too.
"Hey Myra. We'll be fine." Darius tried to assure her by reaching down and caressing the back of her neck. She had gotten like this a few times during the journey. Orc Landing, the creepy hooded ferryman, and can't forget the day the three set out to travel to Daka Island. In times like these, he needed to calm her. With all the time spent together, it didn't take Darius long to learn that the patch of hair on the back of Myra's neck was her sweet spot.
"This the last part, okay? I'm gonna have him meet us out in the open." Darius pointed with his free hand to the open area on the other side of the bridge. "...so if he tries something… anything… We'll jump him!" Darius then used both of his hands to slam his fist into his palm. Giving her a confident look, he pointed to her and then cupped his hands over his eyes. "Hide 'n' seek! Remember? Do hide 'n' seek. He said referring to her camouflage ability. "You can keep me safe, Myra. I know you can. And then once everything is settled," He looked to Skar. "Skar will take you away from this place. Right, Skar?"
"Yes. Skar hate this place. It is… shit. Now, let us continue." Skar walked forward, taking the lead and Darius followed. To pass the time Darius casually passed a handful of water back and forth between his palms.
As they neared the two armored undead that appeared to be guarding the castle with their spears, Darius looked to Skar. He had faith in her abilities, so even if this was some sort of trap, he believed they could make it through on top. Skar suddenly stopped a few feet from the undead at the end of the bridge. She was wary of them, but they remained still as if they were decorative statues. She leaned towards the one on the right with her hand gripping the hilt of her sheathed sword. And there was still no movement. "Hm." Skar let out before continuing forward.
The spears of the undead guards crossed in front of her so quickly, Skar jumped back and unsheathed her blade. Darius had flinched back as well with spheres of water spinning rapidly in his palms. He scowled at the silent guards.
"You gotta be kidding. Let us in! Hey Aklenroth! Come get your human! Hot 'n' ready to go the fuck home!" Darius was clearly irritated and Skar was on the verge of engaging the guards.
