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Winterspring, is generally a calm and serene place, and would have been so today, if not a certain female orc who seems to be completely uncapable of ever being in time anywhere and who always gets herself in trouble no matter what she says, does or thinks, would have rapidly sped trough the snowy landscape on her black wolf, Míra.
Usually, sprinting (or having her wolf sprint for her) as fast as possible meant that Khá was in trouble, but alas, fate had for once decided to smile at her green little grumpy face, as today her hurry was of a completely different origin.
"Come ON Míra! We have to deliver this message right now or a will receive a verbal excecusion from the officers." She exclaimed and smacked the wolf on the back lightly. The response was a snarl which either meant "im hungry" or "well, let's see YOU trying to run in snow one foot deep. Possibly both.
The message was from Everlook and was to be delivered to Timbermaw hold at her earliest convenience, which knowing some officers meant now. Heck, for some,  now meant yesterday. She was mildly curious of the contents of the letter, but dared not open it. If she did that, she feared the execution would be more than verbal. She smiled grimply to herself. Oh great, now she started doing gallow humor. She closed her eyes and let the wolf lead the way to the clans whereabouts, pulling her fur-lined cloak tighter around her. Not that she could help Míra with anything really. A slow curtain of snow was clamly decending on the landscape, enveloping it into a fuzzy cloud of soft whiteness, blinding her. The only thing leading them was Míras sense of smell as she picked up the scent of other wolves.
"You dont even know how much i envy your fur, Míra. Oh hell, why couldn't we stay in Stranglethorn? At least there i could feel my toes....." The wolf paid her no attention, but she liked talking to the furry black beast. It gave her comfort.
For a moment the only thing that broke the silence was the slow steady thumping as Míra deliberately picked her way trough the drifts of snow, and the occasionall rumble as a branch would give in to the weight of the snow and let it all slide down in heaps.
The wind started moaning slowly, and picked up the pace. Khá opened one golden eye cautiously and peered around her, but saw nothing else out of the ordinary, altough her heart sank a little at the quickening wind. Of course it would soon escalate into a full fledged blizzard, and she started looking for possible shelter.
Though the road from Everlook to Timbermaw was relatively short, the geography and weather of this place sure made it seem longer. She sighed, and thought of warmer lands as the slow tedious journey continued.

If snow would have feelings, Khá would have punched it repeatedly as hard as she could right now, because there was no denying they werent getting any further tonight, only because of that darn snow. An hour later She and Míra where hiding under a particularly sturdy looking tree and had made some sort of shelter, and a merry campfire was crackling in front of them, but even that couldnt thaw out the gnawing feeling of failiure she had in her gut. Late. Again. She sniffled and then sneezed, and leant against Míras warm fur. She was tired, stuck, in a bad mood and probably with a cold, she she didnt really give a feck if she would get scolded for reading the letter, so she deliberately opened the envelope and looked inside.
She pulled out a piece of dried beef and gnawed on it thougtfully as she quickly skimmed trough the rows of letters, but it almost stuck in her throat when she saw why she was here.
"WHAT!?" She shouted , and Míra got up with a startled yelp and looked at her with an air of dissatisfaction. "what you'd do that for?", her eyes seemed to say.
"I was sent on this cold road of peril just to send them a list of provisions needed, that's why!" Khá snarled, but then she looked down and slumped into a dissapointed heap. "Im sorry", she said to the wolf and beckoned it to come closer. Míra sat next to her and let her scratch her behind the ear. "It's not your fault, it was just..Hell, i know provisions are important but im just such and ignorant brat i thought they'd hand me some bigger-than-life important message. Im a newblood, what was i thinking!?, they barely let New bloods do anything! Should be glad i even got this..." Míra licked her nose and then laid her head in Khás lap, tired.
Khá was about to continue her complaints, but realised that Míra was in the same mess as she was, and she didnt care, so why should Khá? Khá smiled and patted the beast affectionately on the head. "You´re a smart wolf, ye knew that?" She whispered
The wolf let out a long, satisfied breath an response, and started sleeping. The Khá just put out the fire and drew her cloak over both of them, and before long, both where dreaming, sleeping soundly next to each other.

Khá woke up to Míra nudging her shoulder and whining quitely. She moaned and propped herslef up on her elbows and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
"What is it?" She whispered groggily.
Míra turned around and kicked a small cloud of snow up in her face as she turned around scuttled up the little slope the snow had formed around the tree. Khá estimated the snow. Bloody Hell! Must have fallen at least feet of the white stuff during the night.
Míra turned around and looked at her scoldingly for just gawking there, so Khá just grabbed her hunting knife and crept upward. Soon, accompanied by heavy sniffling due to the cold she had managed to cath, Khá's nose appeared over the rim of the mound of snow, and she scanned her surroundings. She couldnt see anyth- Oh.
An undead knight was sitting stout on his ivory steed, the skelteal beast snorting plumes of hot, sickly-green looking mist. The horse stamped on the snow impatiently and threw with its head, shrieking loudly. The sound rolled over the white hills like a knife to the ears.
The rider, who had a black longbow on his back turned his hood and looked at the beast and hissed.
"Quiet!" He wheezed, but his sound was unnaturally hollow, cold, inhuman.
The rider turned his head and the sunlight fell into his dark hood, revealing the face of an undead. The skin was blistered and rotting, slouching off the bones, and blackened. A pair of blue shining eyes sat deep in his skull, and they peered the landscape for any movement.
"I'll be damned if you attracted some attention with that hellish sound. Well, damned again."
The rider chuckled slightly, a sound completely lacking the mirth of a normal laugh, even that of a normal forsaken.
The eyes, the voice, the...Everything. She knew this must be a death knight, well, of some sort.
But what was one doing in Winterspring!? Surely it couldnt mistake this for Icecrown? No. She shook her head and slid down the slope, quitely.This must have been one of the scourges creatures that was released after the lich kings death, but instead of joining sides with the horde, the alliance or the rest of the free scourge, it got drunk with freedom and refused any sort of containment, seeking refuge at no one and spreading death and destruction just because it could, seeking no purpose.
Khá slid down the last bit of the slope and stopped with a light thud. She was already trying to make a plan for escape, when her body betrayed her. She felt the convulsion on her stomach and frowned.
Dont you dare!- she thought.
A-CHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Before her head virtually imploding after being overloaded with just one thought:"imgonnadieimgonnadieimgonnadieimgonna...."
, she took a moment, to just look down at her nose, frowning, and whispering, "SERIOUSLY?"Then she heard cold laughter behind her.
"Whaaaaat...?" The sound of the rider echoed. "What do we have here?" His voice was overly sweet as she couuld hear the horse slowly canter towards the tree. "Before i continue the lich kings work, i will have to kill everyone here, and what better way to start than killing, a little, hiding, cowa-"
Khá lunged over hte slope and screamed, and the snow exploded into the riders face.
"Arghlblrgl?!" was the only thing he managed to say when his mouth filled with snow and Khá bolted and jumped onto Míra.
"Continue the lich kings work? News flash, hes DEAD, ye delusional piece of shi-"
An arrow zipped right by her face, and she got quiet. Good going Khá. Talk to a man who's got a bow just to be SURE he knows absolutely where you're going despite just gaining the advantage of blinding him. He just might be good at a thing called AIMING. "woops" She said and gulped.
A few more arrows zipped by and she felt a weird Déjà-vu sensation at being chased at with arrows. Stranglethorn?
She managed to zig-zag between the trees and avoid more arrows, but it seemed the undead mans steed didnt sink into the snow, so he gained on her rapidly.
Suddenly, Timbermaw hold was visible over the hill.Yes, she was almost there!
Suddenly Míra cried out in pian and stumbled as an arrow hit her flank. Khá landed heavily in the now but bounced up immediately and ran at Míra."MÍRA!" She creamed.
"Not.One. Step." The cold voice announced.
He entered the clearing and was aiming at her face, an arrow at the ready.
Míra whined quitely and licked her wounds. Khá was strained to the utmost to resist the urge to run to her and tend to the wounds, but she knew Míra would take a shot. She could defent herself, it was the wolf she was worried about.
"Why are you here?" She sighed. Good, take the diplomatic approach.
He looked at her, amused. "To continue the litch kings work, as i said! May the scourge prevail!"
"The litch kings dea-"
"DONT YOU DARE SAY THAT!!!!!" He screamed and sent the arrow flying, she threw up a wall of earth, but his rage sent the arrow skittering far from her.
Okay. She decided to be very, VERY quiet.
"We are talking about lich king Arthas, right?" She said and cocked an eyebrow.
"Of COURSE we're walking bout Arhtas" He sighed like she was stupid. "Who else? Winterspring will be the first of his conquers in Kalimdor!"
She gulped, completely delsuinal and crazy, but crazy people where often the most dangerous ones.
Suddenly she realised he hadnt drawn another arrow, and she had no way to call for help, Míra was wounded and speaking sense to him only made him blood-thirsty. She simply had to kill him to get away, and now was probably the best shot she had at it.
She screamed and lunged at him taking him by surprise. She drew her dagger mid-air and aimed for his face, but he threw himself off the sadle and landed lightly in the snow. She fell heavily on the back of the skeleton horse, who started jumping and kicking around in panic. She slid off just as an arrow whizzed past her head, and lunged again. This time the undead was better prepared, though, and had an arrow aimed at her face. She flicked her hand, and a stone the size of a fist shot up from the ground and sent the bow skittering away.
"Why you little-!!!!" He said and drew his hunting daggers.
She rolled over as he slashed the daggers at her face, and slid between his legs. she grabbed his cape from behind and swung herself up on his back. He jabbed at her frantically with his daggers, but she grabbed one of his hands and twisted it untill he roared in pain and dropped it. the other one missed, but pulling his hand back the hilt of the blade connected hardly with the back of her head, and she fell off. He jumped at her, but she threw a spout of flames at his face and rolled.
"G-AH!!!" He screamed and slashed wildly around him, blinded. She smiled to herself. She could keep this up.
The undead roared at her and suddenly a blizzrd rolled over her, freezing her to the bones, pushing her to the ground.
"Wha-?"
The undead reagined his vision and charged at her bringing his knife har down at her. SHe tried rolling away, but the blade hit her shoulder and embedded itself all the way to the hilt.
The world exploded, stars danced before her eyes. She roared with pain, pain unlike anything she had ever felt before. The pain, the rage, the despair, it all became too much. Her emotions errupted from her body in a vortex of flames so violent the skin ripped of her assualters body, sending it flying awaya like butterflies made of ash. The blue light slowly dimmed from his eyes, cloudy, still frowining as if he didnt understand what had just happened. But she was dying too.
She could feel the cold spreading trough her body, emanating from the blade, like a sickness draining the life from her, freezing her no matter how much fire she sent at it. She swallowed, cried, and propped herself up to her elbow. Why.....was death..so....Cold. She found the undeads hunting horn, and blew it. The sound was dark and foreboding rolling over the surrioundings, more like a harbringer of doom than like a plead for help, but at the end, her voice broke, and she dropped it. She dragged herself over the burnt clearing to Míra, and put her head against the feverishly hot fur of the beast. She blinked away the tears, sure she was going to die, and hugged the wolf ferociously, her last hope, her last friend, her last anchor to the living world. She then buried her face in the fur, and whispered to the wolf, one last, final word:
"Goodbye"
As orcs rode down the hill on their wolves, pointing at her shouting, oblivious to them she could only think:
Why am i so weak?

Sorry for the long text, and the slightly weird story, and this does not necessarily have to have happened IC, but i felt like writing something orcish, something emotinal, something melodramatic. It's sort of the ponit where her fears and insecurities fall upon her all at once, and when she survives, cuz DUH she has to survive, she'll be stronger, carrying the knowledge she can survive anything the world puts at her. But anyways, enjoy!

Just for anyone who read the last texts I made and who hasn’t been following my actions IC (which is very likely as I’m not that much of an interesting person), The main character has changed name to Khá, as has my horde alt. Thanks :DD

"Oh, late for a meeting in booty bay? Just skip the road and go trough the forest. It's safe. Trust me."
Yeah, when pigs fly.
Khá sped through the jungles of stranglethorn vale on her wolf Míra, her body closely pressed against the back of the running beast.
"Just a little bit more...." She whispered to Míra as the trees whistled by.
"AAAAAAYEEEEEE!" Shrill shrieks pierced the air as her pursuers broke out of the bushes. Her eyes widened.
"What!? They caught up again?"
She didnt have any time to look back, but she knew the jungle trolls where approaching from the heavy thumps of their cheerily colored raptors.
Gods, why couldnt just the trolls get together into one single empire instead of skittering around the continents like distressed ants? Rastakhan could really make some improvement on that subject.
An arrow zipped through the air and was just about to hit the back of her hair when a tremor went through the air and the arrow was sent skittering into the verdant undergrowth.
The transparent shape of a little raccoon appeared out of nowhere and looked at her meaningly.
"Thanks Lo'rakh" She said to the wind spirit between clenched teeth, and the raccoon disappeared with a satisfied smile.
Several more arrow sped at her, but most missed, and those who came near were deflected by the constant whirlwind the wind spirit provided her with.
"One roasted chicken for every five arrows i blcok, right?" The voice of the spirit chimed, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
Khá rolled her eyes. "Yes yes, whatever gets me out of this mess alive!"
She was so not having it today. As of yet, she owed the spirit seven roasted chickens.
Another arrow bounced off, and the Raccoon emitted a loud "DING!"
Correction, eight.
She risked turning around, and simultaneously falling off the saddle, and faced her pursuers.
"EAT DIRT!" She shouted and pointed at the ground. The ground shook and plates of stone shot out of the ground whenever a raptor set foot on the ground, instantly making the poor beasts tumble, and in seconds a dozen trolls where lying in a tangled heap atop their mounts. Khá allowed herself to grin. Score.
Suddenly Míra snarled and put all her paws in fron of her an stopped, effectively sending Khá sliding along the back of the wolf and settling on its head, like an oversized humanoid  hat.
"Wha-? MÍRA!!! We JUST gained some distance over them and now y...Oh."
They were on the verge of a hundred feet tall cliff, leading straight down into the sea.
So now she was faced with either being captured by rapid forest trolls that very likely didn’t have nice intentions, jumping, or asking Lo'rakh for more help. She pondered the situation for a while and came to the conclusion she really couldn’t afford more roasted chickens.
"Sorry, Míra" She said and smashed the ground with her fists.
An explosion any respectable goblin scientist ( respectable Goblin scientist?) would have been proud of followed, and the platform they had been standing on sailed out into the sea. Míra yelped and started barking violently until they landed into the sea with a huge splash. Khá broke the surface and inhaled deeply.
That wasn’t so bad was it?
Then she looked behind her, and her previous opinion took quite turn.
The explosion had caused lots of rubble to splash into the sea, causing a perfect slope to go down to where she was located, so now the pursuing trolls could leisurely just stroll down the hill and capture her like a stranded fish.
Great. Just great.
And of course to make matters worse, Míra paddled up on the slope and started shaking of the water, instantly filling the air with the musky scent of wet dog.
Then the wave of trolls rolled over the edge of the hill.
She screamed and spouts of water shot out fof the surface, crashing into the riders and sending them sailing up the hill, but for every troll that she sent flying, two more came over the hill. Even when Míra started snarling and biting anyine who came near, the wave pushed them back untill they where up to their ankles in the water.
Why where these things so damn determined!?
Her power reserves were rapidly depleting and she was beginning to feel really desperate.
"Spirits...?" She daid uncertainly. "Err, could you help me in any way?"
A troll got just a foot away from her face before it got blasted away, and she swallowed. "Like NOW?"
No reaction.
"I'll give you a roasted chicken!" She said, panic creeping into her voice, but nothing happened.
"Two chickens!!!!" Nothing, and the trolls beginning to swarm her from everywhere.
"FIVE GODDAMN ROASTED CHICKENS!!!!!!!!" She yelled.
And then the whole beach imploded, you know, the usual.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!
Khá opened her eyes and realized she and her wolf had been blown at least threehundred feet away from her pursuers, who where now rapidly being launched out of a whirpool back onto land just from the spot where she had just been. Whatever happened in that whirpool, it made the trolls unconsious, and soon twenty little jungle trools where lying in a pile on the cliff, like a bunch of over-sized babies with tusks. How cute.
The water started bubbling and a gigantic mildly depressed looking carp the size of a bear materialized in front of her.
It motioned with it's front fins and wiggled it's moustache-tentacled excitedly.
"Gimme Chicken."
Khá hesitated. "I don't really have the chickens now bu...."
"GIMME CHICKEN!!!!!!!!"
A wave of spittle and fish-breath washed over her as the carp roared at her, and after it stopped she was dizzy with the scent.
Oh, so now her life was being determined by wheter she had the tasty fowl a gigantic fish wanted or not. Urgh.
Since the spirit probably could crush her, or then at least make her life miserable, she decided to be innovative, which was rather easy as the spirit didnt seem too bright.
"Go back into the sea." She stated. The creature looked dumbfounded and cocked it's head at her.
"Back to sea? There be only fish in sea!"
Khá put on her best smile and said. "No, good sir. That's where you are wrong! You think it's fish, but in reality, it's.."
She grabbed the spirit where she assumed it's shoulder would have been, and motioned towards the horizon as if it could make dreams come true.
"Chickenfish"
"Chickenfish?"
"Chickenfish"
The spirit suddenlty inhaled and smiled broadly. "But if all the fish be chickenfish....I can have more than five chickenfish! I can have a MILLION chickenfish!"
The spirit squirmed and gurgled in  joy, which looked rather psychedelic.
"You make my life wonderful, stranger! You get the troll blast for free, bacuse you nice and tell me about chickenfish! Bye, nice stranger!" And then the carp dissappeared in a cloud of fragrant green smoke. Fragrant as in "excuse-me-but-i'll-just-vomit-out-my-intestines" fragrant.
After a moment of silence, Khá smiled, and cocluded that she was beginning to get quite good at handling spirits.
Then she turned around, and saw the chracteristic opening to booty bay just a few hundred yards away, and her smile got even broader.
Finally.

Kha and Míra passed intobooty bay without anything more than a remark from a goblin guard that she was smelling "fishy", and ignoring the pun, she tied Míra to a pole and walked into the Salty sailor inn where her tribemates where sitting and discussing the events of the day, and for some reason a drunk goblin skinny-dipping in one of the beerbarrels was also present. One of the orcs looked up at her and smiled.
"Where you been? You look quite shaken. Anthing strange happened?"
Khá just smiled and brushed back her hair.
"Not really, no. Just remind me not to buy that beer, okay?"

DONE!!!!!!! (I bet you are crying right now cuz it's over....) But anyways, wont be spamming the campfire anymore. Hope you enjoy, and PLEASE give feedback! Love from an orc from Finland

Part 1: http://orcsoftheredblade.com/forum/index.php?topic=3223.0
Part2 : http://orcsoftheredblade.com/forum/index.php?topic=3227.0
Part 3 : http://orcsoftheredblade.com/forum/index.php?topic=3228.0

Enjoy! <-----(That just might be wishful thinking)


Ã"qhara wasn't very happy at the moment. Not at all.
She was just inches away from being crushed by a crazy flower-growing wood spirit, and if she escaped, with a flower mind you, her only reward was going to be directions on where to go.
Angu raised his hands, which began to glow with a green fire as if to hit her, and she winced, when he suddenly stopped and looked as if he'd just bitten on something distasteful. The fire quenched with a little cheery "poof!", and he put down his hands.
"Oh" He uttered bluntly.
"What do you mean "oh"?"
He stared at her like she was something he really wanted to slap in the face, and sighed.
"It seems Kal'lir took some kind of liking to you, as her blessing prevents me form damaging you directly."
Considering the mess she was in, óqhara didnt feel very blessed.
"But no matter" he waved it away with a flick of his hand. "This forest is filled with creatures that are completely under my command, so i can just have them kill you"
Yeah, deffinently not feeling blessed.
Angu put his fingers in his mouth and emitted a shrill whistle, and then disappeared into a cloud of rose petals, which didn't exactly reflect his personality-
Nothing seemed to happen, and Ã"qhara was just about to ask out loud what the whistle was before when a huge bark shook the forest.
She swallowed. She really hoped it wasnt a giant -
"WOOF!!!!"
Something green and absolutely enormous flashed into view between the trees and crashed into her, knocking her to the ground.
A big wet  tongue swept over her face, and Angu's voice echoed dissapointed trough the clearing.
Sparky! Bad dog. Bad, BAD dog!
Yes, it was a dog the size of an Elekk, made completely out of wood and wildflowers, how nice.
Considering Ã"qharas experiences today, she wasn't too surprised.
A childish voice echoed trough her mind.
Hi, funny green orc girl. I'm Sparky, and you smell funny. Can you play with me?
Sparky wagged his tail excitedly.
No Sparky Angu boomed Kill funny orc girl, not play with her
Sparky put his giant tail between his legs and whined.
But master! She nice. She smell like  wolf. Sparky likes wolves.
No, KILL!!!!
Sparky looked apologetically  at óqhara and licked his nose.
Master says i have to kill you, funny green orc girl. Sorry.
Ã"qhara thought the creature was so cute she was on the verge of forgiving him, when his ears flattened against his back and he started growling. The petals on the flowers fell off and where replaced by thorns oozing with some steaming purple liquid.
Hope you taste good, funny green orc girl
And then he lunged.
óqhara barely managed to get out of the way in time and draw her two hunting-hatchets with the wolfhead-shaped blades, the only things she hadn't emptied into the pond, before Sparky lunged again.
She rolled and brought down her hatchets just as sparky shot by.
A heavy thud was heard when his tails hit the ground.
Sparky roared.
You no funny green orc girl. You EVIL green orc girl!
Sparky snarled and leaped at her again.
Again she manged to dodge and strike with her hatchet, but the hatchet got stuck and she was dragged with him. Sparky turned around trying to bite her, but he couldnt reach so he ended up running in a circle.
STOP! He cried
óqhara's grip loosened and she slipped, sending her flying to the edge of the pond.
"Ooof!" She said as she hit the ground. "Bad dog!"
Sparky whined again but kept chasing her.
"Spirits aid me" She mumbled, but she felt no response and had to roll away agin.
"What!?"
The spirits cant reach you here. This is a sanctum of mine, whre only i hold power Angu's voice echoed
Oh great.
Suddeny Sparky stopped.
You fast. Sparky cant catch you. stand still!
óqhara was about to  ignore it when something happened. She couldnt move.
Sparkys seemingly simple mind suddenly assaulted hers. sending her to retreat deep within herself. It felt as if a thousand thorns where poking at her conciousnes, trying to pierce a hole and flood her mind.
Now you still. Me catch you!
Sparky started chargin while óqhara could only watch. She scoured her own mind frantically while holding back this dogs mental assault, searching for any power she could use to evade him. He was getting closer. Thirty feet....Twenty feet.....Ten feet....
Suddnely something caught her notice. At the heart of her mind was a little glowing sphere, like and orb of power. It shone so bright she grabbed onto it as a last hope for survival, like and anchor to her life. Sparky's jaws where only a few inches from her face when she tapped into that power, and a shock-wave  of power blasted out from her.
Funny green orc human burning. That's no fair! Sparky burn easily!
He scratched his sizzled nose and looked at her accusingly.
She looked down, and sure enough, she was burning, enveloped in a golden flame.
She had found her powers.
She laughed and looked up at Sparky, but her smile faded as He lunged again.
Apparently igniting herself wasn't intimidating enough.
She screamed, and a vortex of golden flames erupted form her mouth, enveloping the dog. He stopped mid-air, suspended in the air as he rapidly burned to cinders.
When only his face was left burning, he snarled at her and said
I curse you, green orc woman. May all plants hate you!
And then Sparky was no more.
Ã"qhara looked down at the steaming pile of ashes for a while, when the rose, assumed a humanoid shape and solidified. Soon Angu stood in front of her, his face sad now.
"Sparky will grow back" he uttered sadly, as if that was the only thing that mattered. "But it will take a while"
He was silent for a while as she stared at him, but then he looked up angrily.
"What are you waiting for, take it!"
She frowned.
"So....no more fighting?"
He shrugged and looked at the ashes again.
"I might be a spirit, but i still do have a sense of honor. You have gone trough great lenghts to get that flower, and i sense you really need it. You passed the test. Now take the flower and go."
She walked quitely up to the flowery part of the glade and waded trough the sea of blossoms. They where really beautiful.
Suddenly and unseen force turned her head to look at a white lilly which gleamed in the moonlight. She frowned. It was already night.
Kal'lir's voice entered her mind.
That one
She bent down, and picked it up gingerly.
Trough that flower she could feel and immense amount of caring and love, as if Angu had put his whole life into these. She looked at the forlorn spirit and saw him in a new light.
"Huh" She muttered to himself. "So he does have a soft side after all." And then, without even a goodbye he looked at her, and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly she was outside of the plains again, the wind blowing excitetdly trough the grass, making it bend and wave.
Kal'lir appeared before her and looked at the flower greedily.
"Hand it over" She said.
óqhara looked at the spirit with loathing, seeing her greediness now as she knew Angu better. She knew Kal'lir knew how much Angu cared for these, she must know.
How could she!? She was about to say something like "go pick your flowers somewhere else" when an idea started growing in her head.
"Please, directions first?"
Either the spirit was in such a hurry to get the flower, or plain stupid, because suddenly óqharas mind was flooded with a picture of exactly where the nearest orc settlement was. Then she spoke.
"Uh, no"
The spirit rolled it's eyes boredly
"Yes yes,very funny. Now hand it over"
"NO"
Kal'lir growled at her and said trough gritted teeth:
"I could crush like a bug under my foot. I could.."
Her hands started making for Ã"qhara's throat as she said it, but Ã"qhara found the sphere within herself again, and ignited herself again.
The spirit withdrew with a sound like water sizzling on hot stones.
"What devilry is this? Give me the flower!!"
Ã"qhara just laughed and started walking away, confident that the spirit would do nothing as long as she kept the flame up. For some reason the flower didn't catch the flame if she didn't want to, and she kept walking, like a burning lantern igniting the dark night, like a light piercing the dark.

The next day the settlement could already be seen, and she started running, for the first time in days, her heart was at peace. Near the gates somebody screamed.
"Halt!"
She stopped.
"What bussines have you here?" A orc clad in red armor asked from a guard tower.
óqhara readied herself for a fight and tapped into the orb of power, but answered politely.
"I am here to join whatever tribe you belong to, i have none of my own. not anymore."
The orc turned around and shouted something to someone but she couldn't hear it. He turned around and smiled at her, and she relaxed.
"Well" He said. "Welcome to Clan Reblade. What's you name?"

So, yesterday i was like " give me feedback and ill wrote more!" Well, seeing as i was in a writey mood, but yet without any feedback, i went all like "to hell with it, i'll write anyways."
So there.

Part 1: http://orcsoftheredblade.com/forum/index.php?topic=3223.0
Part 2: http://orcsoftheredblade.com/forum/index.php?topic=3227.0

I think this might be a like 4-5 part long story about how Ã"qhara started to do shaman stuff and how she joined the red blade, so dont worry about me spamming the campfire for too long

"Ã"qhara was beginning to feel that her gift was starting to get bad for her health. Sure, she could become a spirit wolf, make spirits appear randomly and even talk to them, but since she really had no power over them they used her more or less like a pawn, sending her back and forth doing their  bidding and  making her solve their petty problems. Now she was stuck picking a flower from a angry tree mans forest to get some advice on reaching civilization, which could have been avoided if Ã"qhara wasn't so naturally talented at making up swear words.
Great.
Clock is ticking
The voice of Angu echoed trough the forest like the wind rustling trough the branches, carrying a slightly amused hint.
óqhara cocked her head and stood up.
"What do you mean it's ticking?"
Girl, you are going to get out of this forest as either a dead person or with a flower in your hand, but i am NOT patient to see the result.
The voice seemed to cackle menacingly.
Oh, you are going to have to run for it, girl.
Some stupid instinct urged her to challenge him.
"Like when?"
Like now.
óqhara had a feeling he wasn't joking and surged forward. An ear deafening groaning was heard as a tree wrenched itself up from the roots1 and slammed itself into the ground exactly where she had been the moment before. A shock wave sent her tumbling over the ground as the tree exploded into splinters that soared trough the air.
I am the forest, Angu's voice boomed from everywhere.
I can assume any shape
Immediately a roaring chattering began, as the splinters changed course and soared at Ã"qhara instead. The splinters had suddenly twisted themselves into the shapes of a thousand different hummingbirds, each with razor-sharp beaks and beady black eyes that thirsted for revenge.
Her eyes grew huge with fear as she shrank away from the assault, and some primordial instinct caused her to throw up her hand as a shield.
"spirits aid me" she thought.
A crackling sound like a ginormous cookie crumbling erupted as a circular disk of earth three feet across shot up from the earth in front of her. Ã"qhara's eyebrows knitted themselves into a frown as she couldn't yet absorb what had just happened, when her arm started to tremble as the hummingbirds each embedded themselves into her shield before crumbling into fine piles of dust.
"What.The hell." Was all she had time to say before the piles of dust started moving at her feet.
Any shape, Angu echoed.
Ã"qhara got up to her feet and bolted like a deer escaping the hunter when a  huge hiss was heard behind her. She turned around, which was a huge mistake.
Two snakes 20 feet long made out of ash surged towards her from the piles, jaws extended.
The first one she managed to dodge, which resulted in the snake emitting a surprised snarl as it tumbled into a tree and dissolved, but the other hit the mark. The snake slithered around her leg in less than a second and embedded it's teeth into her shin before it too dissolved, it's powdery structure not enough to maintain solidity.
But the damage was already done.
Ã"qhara gasped and only barely managed to look down at her feet, which where quickly turning a sickly grey from the the two oozing holes that the snake had made in her shin.
Blood that had turned black started cutting a single dark path down her leg.
Ã"qhara sniffled and held her leg in agony, knowing that this might be it. Spirits be praised if she hadn't managed to get blood poisoning, but after being effectively injected with like a pound of ash, that was probably not the case.
She knew she had no way of healing thta herself, so once again she closed her eyes and mumbled.
"Spirits be with me"
Nothing was heard for a while, and she thought she had failed before the merry sound of a little stream reached her ears. She thought nothing about it for a while before she realized one thing. There hadn't been any stream here. She opened one eye and peered around curiously. Nope, no stream.
A cheery voice broke the silence.
"Ya called me, lass."
Ã"qhara opened her eyes and peered around at eye level, searching for some big humanoid spirit in shinning robes, but instead she got a slap in the face. The second one today.
"Over here, dummy!"
She looked down to see a blue furred otter with ridicculously long bright red whiskers looking at her.
She just stared at it for a while in unbelief, before it opened it's mouth.
"Go'mornin, lass. I'm Khurri, spirit of the little pond you might find a few hundred feet further along the-" Kurri made a vague gesture at the little trail that could barely even be called that. "-road. thing. But anyways!" He clapped" I reckon it's that leg you need help with, no? Well otherwise i'd help a lass such as you for free, but you already called on the spirits once like 5 minutes ago, so now you need to pay something for it. Anything edible will do, really."
óqhara stared in disbelief and rummaged trough her back pack, found an apple and tossed it to the creatre, who greedily caught it.
"That's it?"
"Yup"
Kurri the blue otter dissappeared in a cloud of foam and smell of fish, which was strange, but sure enough, the grey was receding from her leg and she was already feeling better.
"Well, that was weir-"
Her chest convulsed as she spat up a gallon of ash water, but when her stomach was completely empty it stopped.
Well ofcourse it was too good to be true that the ash just dissapeared, but she was gratefull for it, because it sure was better than actually dying.
On the bright side she could actually see a glade with flowers in it a bit further along, and sure enough there was a pond just in front of it.
She wiped her mouth and started walking towards it, watching her surroundings, but blissfully enough nothing more of interest happened than two birds chriping in a tree, which was good.
Then she reached the edge of the pond, which was clear and bright, apparently hiding no secrets.
She cast a glance around the edges of the pond, which was lined with big, messy bushed that sprouted nasty thorns in every direction, so she decided to go straight over.
She took a big breath and took a step onto the water. Onto, not into. That was another part of her gift, if she wanted to, she could walk on water, but she needed to concentrate for it. She slowly took a step, then another, then another, and until about halfway it went fine, before something seemed to grab her leg. Her concentration broke for a second, ans she sunk down to her waist, leaving her in a state where she didn't know whether to swim or walk.
"Don't worry, Ã"qhi" For some reason she used her childhood name. "It's just seaweed."
Suddenly a hand shot out of the water and grabbed her by the shoulder and wrenched her untill she was soaked from the chest down. She looked down at the greyish-green scaly hand that had just grabbed her, and swallowed.
Yeah, definently not seaweed.
She desperately began to empty her bag into the water and began to scream frantically.
"Eh, Kurri, a little help here? PLEASE!?" Another hand shot out of the water and forced itself into her mouth, making the "please" sound more like "PLLSHFF!?"
Then she was completely underwater. It was dark, and shaped darted past her on every side. Small faces with fin-collars around them hissed at her, revealing sharp, VERY dirty teeth. Their eyes where like bright lanterns, with vertical slits like on a goat.
Suddenly a thousand voices swarmed her mind, screeching, chanting the same thing.
Drown, orc
She looked in panic around her, searching for any help, when she saw the contents of her back pack where rapidly dissapearing into bubbles, which started bubbling more fiercely untill she had a steaming wall around her, shutting the water demons out. A stream started pushing her forward and forward underwater, accompanied with what seemd to be the luaghter of a little blue otter, and just as she thought her lungs where going to burst she was shot out of the water, making her flip around in mid-air and land on her stomach.
"Ouch....." She moaned. Her back was gonna be sore for ages after this.
She looked up, only to see the stern face of Angu looking down at her. His skin was like bark, and his tunic was woven out of vines that ended up in snake-heads. His eyes that seemed to be made out of pure amber stared judginly down at her from under his raven hair, his looks piercing her like arrows.
"You made it this far, it seems." He sneered. "With the help of the spirits,though."
She swallowed as his face turned into a cruel grin.
"But wether you make it further along, my girl, is completely up to yourself"

AAAAAAARGH!!!!! SO long (that's what she said) So sorry for wasting you time, do feel free to send me a virtual slap if you are tired of this, but im so addicted to Orc RP/stories Please bear with me, just 2, or max 3 parts left, and then this is gonna be OVER. Pwomise.

So...Heyah, everyone! This is sorta gonna be the the continuation of a story, the first part being my character application, which i will link, right...about...here.
http://orcsoftheredblade.com/forum/index.php?topic=3223.0.
I sorta like writing, and i figured i really liked the beginning of a story that my application gave me. This is going to be test text about my character, Ã"qhara, and if the feedback i get (provided i get any) will be good, there's more to come!
Enjoy

"Ã"qhara woke up under the olive tree she had camped at the previous night, and squinted. The sky was very bright today, and it was completely cloudless. A flashback of yesterdays occurings sped trough her head, and she briefly felt as if a cold hand had reached into her stomach and twisted it around, but she shook it away quickly. Might just as well do something usefull than thinking about things she couldn't change. She yawned, and stood up, and immediately managed to hit her head on a branch. A stream of obscenities slipped out of her mouth as she growled at the tree, cursing it for simply existing just above her head.
Whip!
Ã"qhara stared at the tree in front of her, incredulous, rubbing her forehead which was quickly assuming a pretty hue of red.
Had that tree just slapped her!?
"Yes, I did" A bored voice announced.
Ã"qhara cast a glance up at the tree branches, and saw something that made her wonder if the mushroom stew she ate last night had been completely okay.
In the tree sat a girl of maybe ten, dangling her feet among the leaves. Her skin was a grassy green, and her eyes were azure with black slits, like that of a cats. Violet hair that hung in braids framed her rather bored face, and behind her tangled mop of hair stuck up antlers made of wood.
She wore a simple dress made out of leaves and flowers, which made for a pretty, if slightly weird fashion statement.
The creature looked down at Ã"qhara in a rather disapproving manner, and sighed.
"Are you mute, or simply stupid?" The girls voice sounded like the rustle of leaves and the moaning of the wind, only more high pitched.
Ã"qhara managed to shake herslef out of her dazed state, and stuck out her breast.
"I am Ã"qhara Wolftear, last surviving member of my tribe, and you have no right to call me stupid."
The girl rolled her eyes. "Well, you do seem to be a bit simple considering i didn't even ask what your name is, and you only vaguely answered my question, but if you're so eager to exchange names ten fine, i am Kal'lir, spirit of these plains, protector of nature and fashion extraordinaire."
Ã"qhara looked dubiously at Kal'lir the tree spirit before something dawned upon her.
"So...Kal'lir, right? If you're the spirit of these plains, then you probably have some kind of built in map of these plains and their surroundings, dont you?"
Kal'lir nodded.
"Yup"
Ã"qhara gazed over the plains and marveled at the area of which this girl had control over.
Then she turned her eyes to the spirit.
"Well then, if i'd say my village burned down a few days ago, and i need to reach civilization as quick as possible, could you possibly give me a bit of help with getting there? I mean like, telling me which way to go and such"
Kal'lir looked up in thought and seemed to ponder the question as if she was sucking on a exceptionally sweet fruit. At last she smacked her fist into her little palm, stating she had come to a conclusion. She turned her unnervingly feline eyes toward óqhara and smiled, which made her hope for the best.
"No".
It took a while for Ã"qhara to let that sink in, before she actually realized she had just been turned down.
"What do you mean no!? "She snapped "Aren't nature spirits supposed to be kind and giving creatures?"
Kal'lir crossed her hands and pouted.
"After the verbal abuse i just suffered from you after you managed to hit your head? Uh, no."
Ã"qhara was just about to object when Kal'lir cut her off.
"Of course i could help you, but that would mean you would have to...."
The spirit leaned down and tapped Ã"qhara on the cheek teasingly."A favor"
The question hung in the air for a moment, reverberating and sending shivers up Ã"qharas spine.
"What....what kind of favor..?"
The spirit waved it away with a flick of her hand.
"Oh nothing special. I feel like my dress needs a bit of cheering up, so all i need is for you to get me flower."
The spirit grinned sheepishly, and Ã"qhara accepted the offer without hesitating, feeling like she'd just made a great deal. What could be so hard about that?
"What kind of flower?"

Ã"qhara was beginning to suspect there was something suspicious going on with the flower-hunt she had been sent on, because as soon as she had went to the little patch of forest that Kal'lir had assured her was where this oh-so-special wonder-flower grew, the forest had closed behind her, effectively trapping her inside.
She threw herself at the wall of wood in front of her but to no avail. She briefly considered burning it down, but she guessed trees didn't behave like that themselves without the help of a spirit of some sort, and she thought it best to avoid angering it in any way she could.
She sat down on the ground and sighed, exasperated.
"Oh great."
"Same could not be said about your presence, orc."
Ã"qhara yelped and scrambled to her feet.
"Who or what are you?" She asked the air, hurriedly. After the events of the morning, the "what" didn't seem too out of place."
Suddenly a face appeared in the oak in front of her. The face was that of a sleeping man, who wore an annoyed frown on his face, as if he was dreaming and suddenly some bug dared to disturb his sleep.
"Who i am?" The face said ponderingly, as if recalling a long lost memory. "I am the forest, the trees, the air, the river, the birds. I am everything around here, this is my kingdom, my home, me." He (she assumed form the voice it was a he) sneered. "Funny you asked who i am, when i was here a thousand years before you where born, and i will be here a thousand years after you have left this earth, but if you have to call me by a name, Ã"qhara Wolftear, i am Angu."
Ã"qhara could feel a strange force emanating from him, infinitely much stronger than that of Kal'lir, and felt that if she angered him, he could crush her like a bug, so she decided not to ask him how he knew her name. Instead she felt like she should get to the real thing as fast as she could.
"Er...Angu,so, i came here to ask you that....could i have a-"
"Flower?" Angu cut her off. His voice was dangerously calm, but his face was distorted into an expression of pure rage. His eyes were shut, as if keeping tears away.
"Did that upstart Kal'lir send you here?" His voice trembled, as if he was within an inch of obliterating everything within a one-mile radius
"Oh i remember her. She came here as just a baby with her first linen dress, and then she gave me those gorgeous kitty eyes, and asked for just one tiny little flower." The forest spirit made a face and started talking in a high pitched voice.
"Oh mister forest spirit,  could i have a flower, just one? I wanna have one 'cause it would make my dress so much more pretty!" The spirit made an unnerving sound which Ã"qhara realized must have been a giggle, then he sneered again. "Bah! Just one flower she said, well, she has stolen flower after flower after that, just to fancy up her dress, well guess what? I'm tired of it!"
A thump was heard somewhere when a tree smacked against the ground, which Ã"qhara guessed was his equivalent of smacking his fist. The tail of some poor unfortunate creature stuck out under the tree.
"Do you KNOW how long it takes to make those flowers, they are my best! Well, if you want a flower, take it, but i assure you, you are gonna go trough HELL to get it."
Ã"qhara backed but stumbled on a root which she was almost sure hadn't been there before, and swallowed. Oh great, she was trapped between facing the rage of either one nature spirit or the other.
"Err, hey" She tried to laugh, but it ended up into a hysterical giggle. "Don't shoot the messenger, right...Right?!"
The spirit growled and spat a clump of black goo at the ground before the face dissapeared.
The voice sounded again, reverberating trough the forest.
And who are you to tell me not to?

Sorry for the long and relatively eventless text, but please, have patience, the next sequence is going to be absolutely STUFFED with action. Well, thanks anyways, and BIG hugs to all who read this.!

(PS) Do feel free to point out anything in my style of writing that i keep doing that annoys you, like using some words too much or something. All kinds of advice accepted.