[b]Collab with Melon[/b]

Eeiys had been surprised to say the least at the unusually youthful energy of the Farrg who had been at the center of the Point before it was obliterated by the Necromantic Assailant. He had simply hopped up, shaking free of Eeiys' attempt to help him up and trotted of in a North Easterly direction, headed to a small town by the name of Iron's End. The Knight had never heard of it, then again it would have been impossible to have visitied every town in Enduwin. It was too big of a world. The one thing that had caught his attention, however, was the Orc. A rather brusque beast who clearly had a fight to pick with several of those gathered. He wanted to question the creature, though he was sure that such forward actions would probably result in crossed blades. Nevertheless, he strode onwards to the side of the creature who was following the Farrg with powerful, focused steps. 
Eeiys looked to his left ever so slightly, walking briskly to keep up with the far longer strides of the Orc Warlord.

"You didn't come to save the world, I don't feel that that is your style or intent. You came for a life, didn't you?" he asked. 

Norak turned and sniffed once, while regarding the Human with a dark stare the like of which only an Orc can manage.

"I came for your head. Your bounty is worth more to me than your life, such as it is." The Orc replied, not even attempting to soften the fact that he had indeed come to kill the human warrior. 

The Orc was to the point, which, even if Eeiys didn't like the beast, he could respect well enough. It certainly made a change from the superflouous ramblings of many of the others he had seen thus far. 

"So, would you do me the kindess to tell me who sent you? And why you really came? An Orc your size has no need for gold. Why are you really here?" he retorted.

"You think any warband wants gold? We kill for the bloodlust, and other reasons." He replied shortly. "As for who sent me, many want you dead human, you must be a worthy warrior."

Eeiys shook his head a little, exhaling a blast of air from his nose in a slightly more forceful manner than normal. 

"So why do you think I was singled out as your target? Many people want me dead, I know. Have you ever asked yourself why?" 

"There are pictures with faces, I have many in this bag." He nodded backwards. "An Orc told me you were here, so I sought you out, the others will die later." He shrugged. "Why ask why? Only the kill matters to me."

"Merely curious. I find it odd that the one who sent you would not tell you about your quarry. Typical Orc, not looking into the thing which may be his downfall. I can tell you now, you were sent here because others before you have failed, and many after you will fail. Orc, I will tell you now that you were sent for my head on a vain quest for glory because you cannot kill me." 

The Orc looked at the wizard some distance still ahead, and the others around, his fingers flexing as his body flushed with a familiar feeling. With a grim determination, he clamped down on the adrenaline and the blood lust immediately sparked up by the upstart's challenge.

"Maybe we will still see." Was all the Orc said in reply, spitting at the ground close to the human's feet.

Eeiys did a playful step to the right, maintaining a little distance from the small projectile of saliva that the Orc had so angrily spewed at him. 

"You wont kill me by spitting at me, you know. I don't know which Humans you have put down before you came here, but I won't be killed so easily," Eeiys laughed a little at his own wit, despite the innapropriate timing. 
"If you knew any more about me than just my name, you would not be here. So yes, maybe we will see. I always like to see how long Orcs can survive before their own blunders damn them," 

"I'm sure you've seen many Orcs hiding in your snowy little fortress." The Orc spat, finally overcome with anger to the point where he let slip more than he wanted to.

"Yes! Absolutely! Look at me hiding in my snowy little fortress. By which, I assume you refer to the Citadel of Winter? You think i'm associated with those God-shaggers and Ritual fucks? You have not been told enough about me. I almost feel sorry for you, your little fits of anger... your tantrums. All Orcs are the same, overconfident and relying on bellicose insults to strike fear into the hearts of your foes."

"I think you were so weak you had to run from them, and now they're pining for your ugly head." The Orc replied, though his voice did not betray much in the way of anger now, he refused to let anymore than the one piece of information slip.

"Weak to run from behind the lines of an entire army? If you think anybody would have been [i]strong[/i] to stand against that, then you truly don't know how battle works. Nothing can stand up to that many and live. Not you, and not I," 

"Better to die than live a coward, though no human would know that, your blood is as thin as your courage." The Orc bit back.

"Better to live for a purpose, than die for nothing," Eeiys responded calmly. He could tell the Orc was getting a little more frustrated by the absurdity of his replies, but he found a twisted enjoyment in seeing what made the Warlord tick. 
"But is that what Orcs like to do? Die for nothing?" 

"My name will be remembered, human, yours has been dragged through shit by those you once trusted, you will be the one who dies for nothing." The Orc finished, happy to let the human get the last word in if he wished. The brief conversation had been more than enough to increase his suspicions of the knight's own motives for being with the group, considering he had let slip that he hated the gods.

"Maybe for a generation, or two. If you're lucky. You'll be remembered right until another 'Unbeatable Orc' comes along, and your name will be lost to the wind. Your warband will die, their children will die, and all you will have ever acheived would have been a little bit of intangible glory. That isn't what it is to be remembered, Orc. That is to simply exist as a fading memory. The slander of the Winter Knights is temporary, simple cries of frustration by an Order who promote evil and wrongdoing, but I will not be forgotten. By the time we are finished here, the world will have changed forever. For better, or worse. You can either stand against the change, or with it; but if your sword comes across mine, i'll bury it in your neck, and we will see how long the Orcs remember you, dying in the mud, choking on your own blood," 

Norak simply grunted, hardly showing any response as he had returned to looking forward even as the human began his long tirade. [i]Woman's words[/i] the Orc thought silently, knowing he had made an enemy on this quest amongst their very party, and reveling in the challenge. Eeiys however, emptied his thoughts and hurried onwards, making an attempt to catch up with the Farrg. he wanted to know all he could about the nature of their quest if he was to put an end to the age of the Gods. At least now he knew why the Orc was there.