InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
Kanli closes his eyes a moment, and reopens them. "The Red Hand Clan."
He looks at the monk a moment, then at the others in the room, then bows from his seated position. "Of course, how orcish of me. Red is the color of life, the glow of the ember, the surging course of magma. Red is the color of creation. The Hand is a versatile tool, not the mere blunt force of the fist, nor the promise of death of the claw. And the clan is what binds the group together, common in purpose and family. For most orcs, the two are the same, yet they may change over a lifetime."
Kanli leans back, palms open. "It is a fitting symbol for those who dream of a better world. But perhaps... it is not human enough? Clan is what else, Brotherhood? Society? Do you prefer a different color or quality?"
He looks at the monk a moment, then at the others in the room, then bows from his seated position. "Of course, how orcish of me. Red is the color of life, the glow of the ember, the surging course of magma. Red is the color of creation. The Hand is a versatile tool, not the mere blunt force of the fist, nor the promise of death of the claw. And the clan is what binds the group together, common in purpose and family. For most orcs, the two are the same, yet they may change over a lifetime."
Kanli leans back, palms open. "It is a fitting symbol for those who dream of a better world. But perhaps... it is not human enough? Clan is what else, Brotherhood? Society? Do you prefer a different color or quality?"