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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Night / 3rd song
Location: the ceremony at lovers lake
Interactions: @Tae Mina
Mentions in order:@Lava Alckon Farim @Infinite Cosmos Munir @princess Ana @Helo Callum @Tpartywithzombi Ari
outfit: plaid kilt in his family colors, wearing a snow bear skull headdress/ mask, bones of the bear down his arms back and rib cage, body paint in the form of runes, no shirt or shoes.

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The song continued the musicians never skipping a beat, lost in the same trance as the singers. The guards and some of the others sang along with them, translating its meaning to shed the weights of this life and heal. A reminder that we are all the same in the eyes of the gods and no struggle is worth walking alone. A song meant to be uplifting and comforting. Something to bring the spirits of those listening up before being brought down again.

As Mina sang alongside Roman, her voice rising in harmony with the others, her attention was briefly drawn to the crowd. There, standing next to Munir, was the ghostly figure of a woman holding a baby. It was the same woman and child she had seen twice before, their haunting presence now more vivid than ever, dressed in an outfit befitting the royalty of Alidasht.

The woman smiled up at Mina with a gentle expression before placing a hand on Munir's shoulder. Then, as if speaking directly to Mina's soul, she uttered words that only she could hear. "Don't be afraid. Love him."

Mina stumbled over her words, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized the truth. This was Munir's deceased mother and sibling, reaching out to her from beyond the veil. Despite the shock, she quickly recovered and continued to sing, her voice trembling with emotion as she struggled to process the encounter and its meaning.

Whomever was in control of roman gave the body language of concern towards mina, even though his eyes didn’t seem to register a change. The next song was somber and slower, as the current song began to ebb and slow until the instruments and dancers stopped. The man gave a gentle squeeze to his singing partner’s arm as a gentle reminder that he was still there, and she would be ok. There were only a few more songs left but the last song was the most important.

The dancers and partygoers kept on going and laughing, cheering at the singers and each other. but some began to slow and stop either knowing what was going on next or through curiosity of what’s going on. Roman swept his left hand out in front of him clenching his fist at the end of the arc. At that motion the northern people began to hush their words and told others to do the same.

Silence quickly fell over the crowd with only the sounds of the fires and the night filling the air.
“Brothers, sisters, friends, and strangers. Our next song is meant to be somber, is meant to give reflection and remembrance to our ancestors!” He spoke loudly with command and grace. “You and I are the culmination of all our ancestors’ hopes and dreams. What they worked lived and died for.” again he swept his hand out in front of him as if he was talking to every single person in the crowd individually.

“Listen to our song, dance if you want, but we beseech you to take this time and remember those who came before you. Tell the others here your favorite stories of them, tell them who they were and laugh about it. If you still carry grief then express it one last time and let it go, the dead can not carry grief with them so neither should you.”

Roman took a few steps back until his back was hot with the fire behind him. “Valdemar the just, we call to you. Join us for this song, let us show you how we honor our dead and their memory, how we honor you and your judgment.” With this small cloth bags were thrown into the fires making their bright yellow and orange flames turn a deep blue and green. This was the signal for the musicians to begin their beat again, slow, and deep.

Wardruna and Aurora - Helvegen

Roman’s bad trip part II

Roman was confused for a moment, where before he was surrounded by angry villagers, he now found himself in the Varian royal palace courtyard. Alone at first as he wandered the grounds never getting any closer to the palace no matter how far he traveled. Then suddenly he began to pass some of the other Varian nobility and citizens that joined them on this summer trip. They paid him no mind even if he tried to talk to them.

The voice that haunts his nightmares began to whisper to him,
“you’re not strong enough.”
His heart began to race as he could smell smoke and hear the roaring of fire.
“You can’t save all of them.”
The sound of battle and screams seemed to just be over the hedge rows nearly within sight.
“How do you expect to save them when you can barely save yourself.”
The castle began to crumble and burn but no matter how hard or fast he ran he couldn’t get closer.
“You are a failure, your family should have tossed you to the wolves when you were young.”
Soon even the garden around him began to wither and rot, the beautiful flowers turning to nothing but ash. Even the people he passed began to do the same until only skeletons leered at him.
“You can’t stop what’s coming alone. Embrace what you shun, become their monster. Kill the boy.”

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Agar

// Must go deeper >> Something smells //

The forest, although dark with lots of unknowns, was actually peaceful even with understanding that standing out in a place like this either means your stupid or strong. This place reminded him of home, the thought broke his concentration for a moment thinking of his family and what the goddess had said about them. Stepping on and cracking a small stick on the game trail pulled him from his thoughts. Cursing himself for losing focus on what he needed to do.

Resuming his carful walk, Agar happened upon another small clearing. He could immediately see the mushrooms in the middle of the forest. Still without rushing he scanned the tree line around him. He smelled something that came off as rotten or dog poop. He could only guess could be coming from the strange tree at the other side of the clearing. A slight movement showed another tazelwurm lurking beneath it but it wasn’t looking in his direction.

The orcling gazed at the trees above them to make sure it was alone. He didn’t have enough time to see if they were communal or lone hunters. So, he decided to continue forward slowly in his low crawl up to the mushrooms to pick them while continueing his use of Muffle I. Glancing up from the mushrooms to look up towards the cat.

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@Zeroth

Stats and Things

<< Current Quest: Fulfill Duties within the Tribe (0/2 Minimum)
Tribe Tasks: find turtle shell mushroom x5
Inventory: loincloth, sharp rock, Wooden Spear, Hide pouch, sharp Tatzelwurm claw, Tatzel Venom Gland x1, Harpy Screech Valve x1, Harpy Talon x1, cooked/partially cooked Harpy Meat, 7 lbs, Powdered Weak Tatzel Venom x1, turtle shell mushrooms 2 out of 5, petrified fragment x6
Skills: Ingestion, Field Scan II, (chose increased stamina for Lvl 2), Blunt Resistance I, (Chose additional empty skill slot for lvl 3), Muffle I,
Location: heading back out into the forest > strange creatures and dark forests
Inventory used (for current post): None

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

herniated disk in my lower back surgery scheduled on march 11th... good times

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

My post is going to be a little delayed on top of my recent injury I am now sick lol

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

short post is short. im not feeling all to well and the meds make my brain foggy but i got something up

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Agar

// The Beetles are over rated >> Must go deeper //

Somehow, he was hoping he might have stumbled upon some broken weapon but alas all he received from acquiring the petrified pieces was more questions. He only made a quick glance up towards the trees before low crawling back the way he came out. He wasn’t interested in combat now, maybe if there was only one of those beetles but he could tell he didn’t have the time if he wanted to complete his quest.

Reapplying the mud camo as he slowly crept back into the dark forest, Agar decided that he would still move at his cautioned pace but just a little quicker with Muffle I active. He knew he didn’t have very much time left and didn’t want to walk back during the night if he could help it. So, the orcling decided to continue to explore this strange land and its creatures by heading north deeper into the forest in search of his mushrooms.

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@Zeroth

Stats and Things

<< Current Quest: Fulfill Duties within the Tribe (0/2 Minimum)
Tribe Tasks: find turtle shell mushroom x5
Inventory: loincloth, sharp rock, Wooden Spear, Hide pouch, sharp Tatzelwurm claw, Tatzel Venom Gland x1, Harpy Screech Valve x1, Harpy Talon x1, cooked/partially cooked Harpy Meat, 7 lbs, Powdered Weak Tatzel Venom x1, turtle shell mushrooms 2 out of 5, petrified fragment x6
Skills: Ingestion, Field Scan II, (chose increased stamina for Lvl 2), Blunt Resistance I, (Chose additional empty skill slot for lvl 3), Muffle I,
Location: heading back out into the forest > strange creatures and dark forests
Inventory used (for current post): None

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Agar

// That's a weird dog >> The Beetles are over rated //

Again, he found himself delighted in exploring this unknown wilderness. It was exciting to see all of these creatures with similarities to those he had in his memories. These new creatures were not so different, larger than average beetles about the length of his arm they reminded him of those beetles that would throw each other off trees with their horns for territory. The name of the beetle escaped him but still it seemed to be similar.

He watched carefully from his crouched position as the beetles slowly moved towards the colony of red creams. At least this did tell him he could possibly use these mushrooms to help tame or befriend some of these beasts. They did look like their mandible’s could pack a punch but as one of them fluttered its wings he saw an ominous glow for a moment. At least he knew now that these things could likely have some sort of flight ability and something he could only assume was magical in nature under them. Maybe they had something like that bombard beetle that spits acid. It wasn’t a pleasant thought and not one he wanted to find out either.

He could see some strange berries in the middle of the clearing but felt like that would leave him too exposed even with the beetles eating at the other end of the clearing. Those strange round objects piqued his interest but he knew he was here for a reason other than just scouting. He had to acquire those turtle shell mushrooms. Now would probably be the best time for it while the beetles were distracted.

Looking about the patch of area he quickly devised a plan and set it in motion. Agar didn’t want to spook the beetles and just run out into the open. Continuing to use his Muffle I skill he would crouch walk around the opening to collect one turtle shell mushroom then back track and go along the other side to get the other mushroom. Once both were collected and if the beetles were still busy with those mushrooms then he would slowly low bear crawl out to the circular objects and collect them. Making sure to keep himself alert and an escape route known incase he had to move quick from some unseen threat.

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@Zeroth

Stats and Things

<< Current Quest: Fulfill Duties within the Tribe (0/2 Minimum)
Tribe Tasks: find turtle shell mushroom x5
Inventory: loincloth, sharp rock, Wooden Spear, Hide pouch, sharp Tatzelwurm claw, Tatzel Venom Gland x1, Harpy Screech Valve x1, Harpy Talon x1, cooked/partially cooked Harpy Meat, 7 lbs, Powdered Weak Tatzel Venom x1
Skills: Ingestion, Field Scan II, (chose increased stamina for Lvl 2), Blunt Resistance I, (Chose additional empty skill slot for lvl 3), Muffle I,
Location: heading back out into the forest > strange creatures and dark forests
Inventory used (for current post): None

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

@Zeroth how big are these beetles?

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Night
Location: the ceremony at lovers lake
Interactions: @Tae Mina
Mentions in order:@Lava Alckon Farim @Infinite Cosmos Munir @princess Ana @Helo Callum
outfit: plaid kilt in his family colors, wearing a snow bear skull headdress/ mask, bones of the bear down his arms back and rib cage, body paint in the form of runes, no shirt or shoes.

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Drums, horns, string instruments, many people from all walks of life near and far dancing barefoot around a fire. The songs of old sung by two on a raised platform, their voices traveling on the air to be heard by all those around them, echoing through the forest despite the cacophony of other sounds around them. The guards posted around the fire quietly translated what was being said in their old language to the common toung, something they would do for every song except the last song.

The two on the stage sang together, danced together, enter twined seemingly naturally as if it was well practiced and versed beforehand. Their forms, both strange and familiar, glimmered in the heat of the fire behind them, their movements mirrored one another as if they were of the same soul. The song continued growing in each verse, painting a scene of birth and life, of new beginnings and growth. These songs were meant to encourage the listener to help them grow and the next song to help them heal.

The song slowly ended the singers slowly stopping their dance to bow to one another with roman turning to the crowd. Roman didn’t look the same as he normally did in these moments on this stage. His posture was different, his voice was growing an odd accent more accustomed to someone from the city, even his body language began to feel off. Gone was the welcoming friendly open nature he normally carried, replaced by a posture that shouted military nobility more than anything. He spoke again as the instruments died down and they began their next song, “Our mortal lives are short and filled with terror and darkness, our gods bring us life, they weave our lives together so we may make our own path in it. A path we walk built by those that came before us so we may continue to build that path for our kin to continue the path after us.” Roman if one could even say he was roman now stepped forward towards the crowd and continued to speak.

“In that darkness we suffer, a darkness that may just as well follow us through our lives. Yet we find healing with the gods, with the earth, with each other. We have stepped through one song of birth of growth, of new beginnings. We step into the next song with the memories of what haunts us from things that have harmed us and the things we have harmed. To heal from wounds no one else can see but you and the gods. It is time for us all to shed that weight as it binds us no longer.” He took a step back, picked up a hand drum and began to play.

Mina chanting and dancing with him in a haunting manner that spoke of understanding from her. Continuing the dance just as before, each one is a little different from the last.

It was strange for roman to hear himself talk and sing like this almost like he had taken a back seat to the performance that himself and mina were putting on. Almost like a fading echo, even his vision was slowly growing dark.

wardruna lyfjaberg

Roman's Bad Trip

With a start Roman woke, he was sitting in their family library in front of the hearth that warmed the room. It took him only a moment to see that he was home. In that moment he noticed he was dressed rather comfortably with his favorite book resting in his lap. A lone figure sat next to him quietly reading to herself, one he recognized as one of his sisters, but he wasn't quite sure who.
“I apologize I must have dozed off, were we talking about something sister?”
The girl didn’t pry herself from the book and roman couldn’t quite see her face but who else could be in his home other than his family?
“No brother, you haven’t been home in some time you were beginning to make us worry if you would ever find your way back.”
The voice was hauntingly familiar, but he wasn’t quite sure why he thought so.
“I was having a strange dream of singing at a ritual just like father has done before except I was singing with Mina blackwood.”
The girl still barely moved, not even the slight rising of her chest could be seen to indicate she was breathing at all.
“That sounds like a wonderful dream brother, if only I could dream like that. But all I have are these books now.”
Roman sat his book down next to him and looked over at the girl, a draft of cold air washed over him as he remembered that voice he hadn’t heard in a long time.
"Iduna? it can’t be."
The girl still didn’t shift or move in her seat, but the room slowly grew colder and darker.
“Why can’t it be Roman? Could it have been because you let me die? Because you got us killed?”
Roman was taken aback by this anger, he didn’t know he had boiled up in him as he remembered that night, as he remembered holding her in his arms as she passed on. The warmth of the room vanished with his rising temper.
“that’s not fair and we both know that I did everything I could to get to you.”
He began to reach for the girl to force her to look at him.
“You still weren’t fast enough for them or anyone else. You weren’t strong enough.”
Roman tried to grasp her and her chair but fell through them suddenly, finding himself falling through an old cottage door and into a town square. He remembered this place.
“What is this?! This place... it can’t be.”
His sister held his hand and pulled him into the middle of the town, villagers young and old went about their day-to-day activities.
“Why do you say that brother?”
His anger continued until it turned to horror looking down at her.

Trigger Warning: Mild Blood, Description of bodily injury

Iduna’s body was twisted in unnatural and fatal ways, clearly been crushed by some heavy equipment with half of her face torn away reveling the muscle and bone beneath, but still looking up at him as if nothing was wrong.
“Because I destroyed this place, I killed everyone… I-I lost control.”

The village flashed to devastation smoke and fire rolled from the houses, blood and corpses pooled in the streets. A scream caught his attention from another house only for him to spot a bewildered Erik and some of his men looking at him. It took him only a moment to realize they weren’t looking at him but through him. Turning to follow their eyesight he was met with his greatest fear… losing control.

He saw himself stepping out of a doorway covered in blood and grime. His hair slicked back and dripping red with that wicked smile plastered on his face and the look of pure evil in his eyes. Those yellow eyes, the ones that haunt him in the mirror, lurking in the shadows of his mind, the ones that torture him in his dreams. Its soul might be locked away in his necklace that he instinctively reached for, but its will will always be one step away from coming to the surface and taking over once again.

He could hear whispers from his men, the fear in their shaky words as they described Roman in this state in the only way they could, “The Red Wake.”

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Agar

// Have we gone too deep? >> that's a weird dog //

The rabbit ran from its hiding place like he expected it to do a momentary movement from the large bird above then the large snub nose alligator made its move. With the speed of an ambush predator it intercepted the rabbit with a snarl. The beast thrashed its prey in its maw while the small group ahead of him seemed to scamper off further into the brush. The way the creature swallowed the poor bunny reminded him of some sort of nature documentary he saw about comodo dragons with his kids.

The memory and emotions were quickly squashed and pushed aside while he continued to watch the beast slam itself down to quiet the quivering in its maw. This beast was fast maybe poor stamina though with it being a reptile in a cold place would explain the ambush tactics but he didn’t have the time to continue his train of thought he just had to find a different patch to search then.

For a moment he looked back up to the bird in the tree shifting himself just slightly enough that it would see him. Locking eyes with the bird for a moment in silent acknowledgement of each other then back to the weird gator. It was further away from the tree but he knew time wasn’t on his side and he did not wish to get stuck out here in the dark. Attacking the thing was an option but not a very good one in his opinion.

Instead he chose to use his new Muffle I skill to harvest the Red Cream mushrooms. Once he had picked them Agar decided that he was a bit more eager to explore then tempt unnecessarily dangerous situations and continue his search for the turtle shell mushrooms in another portion of the forest. Moving with the same carful steps and movement as he has done to get to this location, the runt back tracked for a few steps then headed into another portion of the deep forest.

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@Zeroth

stats and things

<< Current Quest: Fulfill Duties within the Tribe (0/2 Minimum)
Tribe Tasks: find turtle shell mushroom x5
Inventory: loincloth, sharp rock, Wooden Spear, Hide pouch, sharp Tatzelwurm claw, Tatzel Venom Gland x1, Harpy Screech Valve x1, Harpy Talon x1, cooked/partially cooked Harpy Meat, 7 lbs, Powdered Weak Tatzel Venom x1
Skills: Ingestion, Field Scan II, Blunt Resistance I, Muffle I,
Location: heading back out into the forest > strange creatures and dark forests
Inventory used (for current post):