Traditions
((I thank Bazrokh’s player for his time and patience as I learn orc rp fresh off a pseudo-hiatus!)) “Take your time, Merada. We begin when you are ready.” One of the village elders, an old orc woman by the name of Ulga, touched Merada’s arm before returning to the rest of the group. The young orc, barely on the cusp of womanhood, nodded but did not turn around to acknowledge the gesture. They were sad now, but only a few weeks ago Merada knew that they were whispering behind her back. About her, about her mother, her father- “Mera, child, come closer. We don’t have much time.” Eyes full of tears, she looked up at her mother. Merika was always so warm, so full of life, but the Fel which infected her wounds was eating away that strength by the minute. Why the demons had gotten so untethered, so bold in their aggression was unknown, but it didn’t matter. There was not much time, but Mera refused to accept this. She willed- begged- pleaded- forced the power of the elements to purge th...
