PerfumeA warm summer breeze floated across the field and into the woods. The gentle breeze carried a subtle scent in its wings. It was exciting but mysterious. A scent that started to stir the forest. The birds in the woods noticed it first. They sung the mating calls to each other to celebrate the mood.Perfume
Slowly the larger animals started to recognize the scent. It was a lady’s perfume. But wait, this was not just any woman. This was a queen among women, a beauty among the most beautiful. The citizens of the forest started a search for this lady. Finally, they found her. Lying on a large soft blanket, she was like a goddess. The st
GorebellyBackgroundGorebelly
Born to the chieftain of the Frostclaws, a tribe of orcs hailing from the frozen wastes of Sundlund, Gorebelly was given high expectations the moment he came to be. He was born not in the frozen wastes however, his birth occurred further south as the Frostclaws had for some unknown reason traveled southwards at the time. To this day he still does not know why they had done so, his grandparents refusing to explain the reasons for such an occurrence, they say it is still not yet time for him to know. He grew up in a harsh environment with few rules and unforgiving disciplines the likes of which can only be heard of in an
SqueakAs he fell, he didn’t even see the ground before he crashed into it forcefully, his right leg taking the brunt of the fall. Upon fully realizing what had happened and the pain beginning to set in, he started to cry as he held his broken leg. He rolled around, his arms clutching his limp, useless appendage as it flailed around like a rag doll. His predicament forgotten he spent a while on the floor, writhing in pain. It was only until a loud knock sounded from somewhere else inside the house, possibly in the next room, and his head shot up, staring in the direction it had come from. Now, he began to understand what had happened, his eyes grewSqueak
FisradIn the south of Ayrdalian is a place known as S’ianthorlien, “The Silver Wood”. The proud forest covers a great expanse of the land, the very air seems to thrum with life - and the vitality of it in this place, it is said that mind and body is preserved if one lingers within the enchanted air of the forest - so beautiful, that the ayr'dal are known to weep, overcome by the sheer loveliness of the forest, trees tower hundreds of feet tall, kingly and proud - like wooden fingers trying to bring the mortal plane into connection with dinvity, but only brushing the surface. Years ago, this forest was a witness to frequent orc raiding parties thatFisrad
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