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Kagrik was not feeling rather pleasant today. His leathers were chafing against the padding they had under them which told him he had been away from a village for much too long. His red hair was tied in a messy braid and had signs of needing to be washed such as twigs, loose hairs, and even a dead bug in it. His face bore a long scar that bisected his nose horizontally and left a light brown mark on his otherwise deep brown complexion.
He rode a well muscled and strong stallion with no reins or saddle. His bow was slung over his shoulder and he held a quiver with a good number of arrows in it. His hips held a wicked looking sickle that had a handle wrapped with furs and strips of mismatching leather. He was obviously one of the forest dwelling druids, some sort of warlike tree hugger. His ears were long and pointed, oddly so for one of orc ancestry, and both showed signs of healing from old piercings and jewelry that had once been implanted in them. He let out a little sigh and used his knees to guide his horse over to a tree where he dismounted.
"Gale, go and find some water. I am going to check on the woods around here. Check for trails as well."
The horse gave a little whinny and trotted off while Kagrik went about his business. The half-orc was odd, almost fair skinned. His face, beside the wicked scar from his past, held no blemishes but also held no beard or mustache like his kind were known for. His hair also did not spread past his temples. He'd look almost beautiful, the type of man who could attract the eyes of both men and women should he wish and should he not have been cursed with the blood of the orcs. That meant few would approach him. He was savage, stupid, and brutish. He would hurt you. That was always the same tale even if he was more comely than his usual types.
He stooped down to tend to a tree when he heard something in the distance, a crash. He stopped and listened, his ears used to nearly all types of woodland scuffles. This did not sound natural. He heard lyrical voices and metal, the sounds of civilization. There was something else, some scent he couldn't place. He gave a whistle and jumped up into the tree, holding onto the branch as he waited. Gale came galloping by and Kagrik let go, landing on his mount easily as he snatched his bow.
In a small clearing he saw celestials and some sort of glossy armored humanoid shape. There was also some red-skinned being that he was not used to seeing. Perhaps it was a tiefling, some of their kind were red skinned. Especially those bred from Babau stock.
He could hear the words more clearly now, "He is demon-spawned! He deserves no fate but death! Before he can realize his powers!"
"Quit running you filthy beast, your death will be swift!"
"The Gods demand your head!"
Kagrik grimaced, his lower tusks revealed in this look of malice. There was little he couldn't stomach, but death for the sake of something's birth race was one of them. Gale jumped into the clearing and in front of the red skinned male. Kagrik released two arrows from his bow, both finding the neck of one of the winged celestials.
He turned to the obvious paladin and the remaining angels, "One time: Leave."
"If you defend the wicked then you shall die with them!" The paladin yelled, loosing his sword and charging at the druid.
Kagrik said nothing else but jumped off his mount, Gale running past the paladin as Kagrik let one arrow fly. As much as the armor was shiny and cumbrous, an open eye slot did not stop an arrow. A sickening "sclunk" sound emanated from the paladin's helmet as his legs gave out without an ambulatory directive and he crashed to the ground.
Gale assaulted one of the remaining celestials, his hooves crashing into her skull and leaving a bloody mess as Kagrik landed and jumped forward. With a flick he readied his sickle and slid it across the neck of the final winged being. The silver blood was a new effect for the orc-spawn, his eyebrow lifting in surprise as he felt the warm liquid splash on himself. He waited just a moment before crushing the skull and making sure the beings were dead.
He finally turned back to where the person he had saved had been, cocking his head, "Are you all right?"
He rode a well muscled and strong stallion with no reins or saddle. His bow was slung over his shoulder and he held a quiver with a good number of arrows in it. His hips held a wicked looking sickle that had a handle wrapped with furs and strips of mismatching leather. He was obviously one of the forest dwelling druids, some sort of warlike tree hugger. His ears were long and pointed, oddly so for one of orc ancestry, and both showed signs of healing from old piercings and jewelry that had once been implanted in them. He let out a little sigh and used his knees to guide his horse over to a tree where he dismounted.
"Gale, go and find some water. I am going to check on the woods around here. Check for trails as well."
The horse gave a little whinny and trotted off while Kagrik went about his business. The half-orc was odd, almost fair skinned. His face, beside the wicked scar from his past, held no blemishes but also held no beard or mustache like his kind were known for. His hair also did not spread past his temples. He'd look almost beautiful, the type of man who could attract the eyes of both men and women should he wish and should he not have been cursed with the blood of the orcs. That meant few would approach him. He was savage, stupid, and brutish. He would hurt you. That was always the same tale even if he was more comely than his usual types.
He stooped down to tend to a tree when he heard something in the distance, a crash. He stopped and listened, his ears used to nearly all types of woodland scuffles. This did not sound natural. He heard lyrical voices and metal, the sounds of civilization. There was something else, some scent he couldn't place. He gave a whistle and jumped up into the tree, holding onto the branch as he waited. Gale came galloping by and Kagrik let go, landing on his mount easily as he snatched his bow.
In a small clearing he saw celestials and some sort of glossy armored humanoid shape. There was also some red-skinned being that he was not used to seeing. Perhaps it was a tiefling, some of their kind were red skinned. Especially those bred from Babau stock.
He could hear the words more clearly now, "He is demon-spawned! He deserves no fate but death! Before he can realize his powers!"
"Quit running you filthy beast, your death will be swift!"
"The Gods demand your head!"
Kagrik grimaced, his lower tusks revealed in this look of malice. There was little he couldn't stomach, but death for the sake of something's birth race was one of them. Gale jumped into the clearing and in front of the red skinned male. Kagrik released two arrows from his bow, both finding the neck of one of the winged celestials.
He turned to the obvious paladin and the remaining angels, "One time: Leave."
"If you defend the wicked then you shall die with them!" The paladin yelled, loosing his sword and charging at the druid.
Kagrik said nothing else but jumped off his mount, Gale running past the paladin as Kagrik let one arrow fly. As much as the armor was shiny and cumbrous, an open eye slot did not stop an arrow. A sickening "sclunk" sound emanated from the paladin's helmet as his legs gave out without an ambulatory directive and he crashed to the ground.
Gale assaulted one of the remaining celestials, his hooves crashing into her skull and leaving a bloody mess as Kagrik landed and jumped forward. With a flick he readied his sickle and slid it across the neck of the final winged being. The silver blood was a new effect for the orc-spawn, his eyebrow lifting in surprise as he felt the warm liquid splash on himself. He waited just a moment before crushing the skull and making sure the beings were dead.
He finally turned back to where the person he had saved had been, cocking his head, "Are you all right?"
