GlassEye
Adventurer
As the orc rushes forward Tasanto's strike leaves him reeling and staggering.
"Light take your Skith-cursed skin!" he rages.
Lem's blows silence further insult or curse and the orc sprawls wide-eyed and staring blankly at the sky. Clearly, though not unexpectedly, the orc chose death over a shamed existence, weaponless, weakened, and prey for whatever lurks in the forest.
Armed with the knowledge that there might be more than just entering lazy Capoe-town looking for a wandering husband the group sets out. As they travel the forest track the woods seem unusually quiet though it could be perception tainted by the orc's tales. Late in the afternoon the woods open up to reveal a small village. Wooden houses cluster close round a small village green and gardens and fields stretch out to the trees though the feel is that the forest crowds the fields and closes in on the town.
Men and women can be seen working the fields, a few children play in the dirt track with a small dog. Nearby a woman stands on a stoop with a baby swaddled and balanced on her hip. She watches the children but turns to gaze on the traveler's with open suspicion. Glancing at the clustered buildings there is no indication that any of them are public buildings like a tavern or a temple.
"Light take your Skith-cursed skin!" he rages.
Lem's blows silence further insult or curse and the orc sprawls wide-eyed and staring blankly at the sky. Clearly, though not unexpectedly, the orc chose death over a shamed existence, weaponless, weakened, and prey for whatever lurks in the forest.
Armed with the knowledge that there might be more than just entering lazy Capoe-town looking for a wandering husband the group sets out. As they travel the forest track the woods seem unusually quiet though it could be perception tainted by the orc's tales. Late in the afternoon the woods open up to reveal a small village. Wooden houses cluster close round a small village green and gardens and fields stretch out to the trees though the feel is that the forest crowds the fields and closes in on the town.
Men and women can be seen working the fields, a few children play in the dirt track with a small dog. Nearby a woman stands on a stoop with a baby swaddled and balanced on her hip. She watches the children but turns to gaze on the traveler's with open suspicion. Glancing at the clustered buildings there is no indication that any of them are public buildings like a tavern or a temple.