Stories are always fine. I got a Omake with Bal cooking up that will show off his character a bit. Now if I could make myself focus on it instead if doing everything else would be good. Turns out you have to write words to tell a story. Who would have thought?I don't have better names yet I can offer a story about orcs?
Mairekha prepared the runes around the bonfire to keep it going as long as they wished. She wrote them carefully with a brush doused in a mixture of pigments derived from local plants. The bonfire roared happily and ate the endless fuel the runes provided.
Mairekha was tall: About seven feet. And she was muscular for a girl her age. She could lift heavy objects and move them easily, fight with the best of them and drink heavily with little ill effects aside from being a little more lovey. She kept her long purplish hair in a braid that reaches almost to the ground. Her skin was rich forest green and she had tusks which she pierced several times.
"Mai, are you coming to join us?" A male orc asks her loudly from across the way.
There were several orcs sitting around the bonfire. They were discussing how they had chosen to continue studying Bal's Blood, for it brought them great strength and fortitude. They had woven magic into their everyday lives and considered it the act of a true fighter to use magic.
Mai went to go sit down, crossing her legs, and staying with the others.
"I'm nervous about this fight. Do we really have to fight our brothers and sisters, the humans, Children of Man just like us?" Mai asks nervously.
"No, we don't have to fight anyone. Yet they believe we are savages. That our connection to Bal makes us angry and dangerous." The male orc to her right, with one missing eye covered by a leather patch, responds.
Mai places her hands on her hips.
"Why would some misaimed prejudice from humans drive us so close to open war?" She seems distressed by this revelation.
"They've been trying to build cities where ours once stood. They attempt to send emissaries to convince us to take up with Elaine. We cannot just change our path whenever it fits our needs. We must remain steadfast in our traditions." He said.
Mai lowered her eyes to the ground. Would the humans believing them to be savages drive them into a conflict they could not conceal, which would bring all the humans' allies with them? Or could they continue their guerrilla campaign just a moment longer and save themselves from a fight that would doubtlessly cost much lives and much bloodshed?