OOC: ((Alright. Here is my intro post, hopefully it is good enough! XD Every post won't be this long, it's just his intro post, so it just happens to be long))
IC:
There was another pair of watching the smithing hybrid without fear of drawing attention to their-self. A satyr to be precise, relaxing within the canopy of a nearby tree which easily overlooked the forge which Kornack was currently using.
Liale let out a yawn and reclined within the bow of the tree. Oh how he loved how bark felt against his bare back. In fact he would have preferred to have no covering between his body and the world around him. Alas, the other sentient beings of the world didn't feel the same way, he found out the hard way. However conflicts regarding this issue, he had learned, were easily solved by a simple garment known as a "loincloth". That and the pouch slung around his waist also was handy for carrying around currency and simple herbs.
Liale swung out his legs and let his hooves land on the branch that was sitting on, allowing him to move into an even more relaxed position. He didn't very much orcs. They were rather stupid, the satyr mentally noted as he observed the village from his hiding place. Well, no, maybe not stupid... Just not as clever as his own race tended to be. In fact most of the sentient races he had come across had been rather dull. Those humans especially, talk about slow. You can't give them a riddle and expect it to be solved within a few minutes, instead they take hours. Honestly!
Orcs had their redeeming qualities Liale also noted. There were rather strong, and they had their shamans among them that held a higher knowledge of the magical world as a whole than the satyr. Although.... they did keep slaves...
The satyr snorted, luckily at the same time as a breeze rustled the leaves of the tree to mask the noise. Although... then again, many of the creatures he had come across practice in slaving. It was all very bizarre. There was a difference between animals and sentient beings. Neither deserved to be forced to do something they did not want to, but sentient beings especially. It must have been a power thing.
All other sentient beings were rather odd.
Thwack!
Liale sat bolt upright as the tree he had been resting in suddenly was shaken. Curiously he peered down at the base of the tree. He really hated his luck. On the ground stood a rather burly looking orc, getting ready to take another swing at the tree with the giant axe within his giant, meaty hands.
Twack!
Already half of the tree had been cut through. Jeez those orcs worked fast! At this rate just one or two more blows and the tree would topple, sending himself tumbling out of the tree as a young a kid caught with his hand in the grape vine. "Psst!" Liale called down to the orc, moving into a crouching position in the tree.
The orc looked up in surprise at the strange creature taking shelter within the branches of the tree he had been cutting down, and froze as he made eye contact.
Taking advantage of the orc's surprise the satyr leaned forward slightly within his branch, grinning down deviously at the orc. He never broke eye contact. "Why hello there," he whispered down presently to the woodcutter. Magic laced his words and, reinforced with the never breaking eye contact the orc found himself unable to look away.
"How are you? You are very strong, aren't you?" the satyr continued whispering as if to a child. His voice had taken on an almost musical quality to it, the words slipped from his tongue like liquid honey. It wasn't the words that were important so much as his tone... and the steady stream of magic mingled with the sound waves of his voice and light reflected from his eyes. "But... that axe looks rather heavy... maybe you should put it down for a little while?"
The axe fell to the ground with a thud.
"There... doesn't that feel better. Oh, your hands are rather calloused. I find that rather interesting... can I take a look?" Liale continued, stretching down a hand towards the orc. The orc reached upwards, his hand absolutely dwarfing the satyr's. Both of their fingertips briefly touched. "You look tired... maybe you should take a nap, it is rather hot today isn't it?" The scent of various types of sweet smelling flowers drifted from Liale's pelt and down towards the orc. Slowly the massive creature's lids fell halfway before closing completely. A few seconds later he collapsed against the trunk of the tree, dozing peacefully.
Liale breathed out in relief and leaned back in the tree, already his magic was mingling with the tree's, repairing the damage done to the plant by the large axe.
IC:
There was another pair of watching the smithing hybrid without fear of drawing attention to their-self. A satyr to be precise, relaxing within the canopy of a nearby tree which easily overlooked the forge which Kornack was currently using.
Liale let out a yawn and reclined within the bow of the tree. Oh how he loved how bark felt against his bare back. In fact he would have preferred to have no covering between his body and the world around him. Alas, the other sentient beings of the world didn't feel the same way, he found out the hard way. However conflicts regarding this issue, he had learned, were easily solved by a simple garment known as a "loincloth". That and the pouch slung around his waist also was handy for carrying around currency and simple herbs.
Liale swung out his legs and let his hooves land on the branch that was sitting on, allowing him to move into an even more relaxed position. He didn't very much orcs. They were rather stupid, the satyr mentally noted as he observed the village from his hiding place. Well, no, maybe not stupid... Just not as clever as his own race tended to be. In fact most of the sentient races he had come across had been rather dull. Those humans especially, talk about slow. You can't give them a riddle and expect it to be solved within a few minutes, instead they take hours. Honestly!
Orcs had their redeeming qualities Liale also noted. There were rather strong, and they had their shamans among them that held a higher knowledge of the magical world as a whole than the satyr. Although.... they did keep slaves...
The satyr snorted, luckily at the same time as a breeze rustled the leaves of the tree to mask the noise. Although... then again, many of the creatures he had come across practice in slaving. It was all very bizarre. There was a difference between animals and sentient beings. Neither deserved to be forced to do something they did not want to, but sentient beings especially. It must have been a power thing.
All other sentient beings were rather odd.
Thwack!
Liale sat bolt upright as the tree he had been resting in suddenly was shaken. Curiously he peered down at the base of the tree. He really hated his luck. On the ground stood a rather burly looking orc, getting ready to take another swing at the tree with the giant axe within his giant, meaty hands.
Twack!
Already half of the tree had been cut through. Jeez those orcs worked fast! At this rate just one or two more blows and the tree would topple, sending himself tumbling out of the tree as a young a kid caught with his hand in the grape vine. "Psst!" Liale called down to the orc, moving into a crouching position in the tree.
The orc looked up in surprise at the strange creature taking shelter within the branches of the tree he had been cutting down, and froze as he made eye contact.
Taking advantage of the orc's surprise the satyr leaned forward slightly within his branch, grinning down deviously at the orc. He never broke eye contact. "Why hello there," he whispered down presently to the woodcutter. Magic laced his words and, reinforced with the never breaking eye contact the orc found himself unable to look away.
"How are you? You are very strong, aren't you?" the satyr continued whispering as if to a child. His voice had taken on an almost musical quality to it, the words slipped from his tongue like liquid honey. It wasn't the words that were important so much as his tone... and the steady stream of magic mingled with the sound waves of his voice and light reflected from his eyes. "But... that axe looks rather heavy... maybe you should put it down for a little while?"
The axe fell to the ground with a thud.
"There... doesn't that feel better. Oh, your hands are rather calloused. I find that rather interesting... can I take a look?" Liale continued, stretching down a hand towards the orc. The orc reached upwards, his hand absolutely dwarfing the satyr's. Both of their fingertips briefly touched. "You look tired... maybe you should take a nap, it is rather hot today isn't it?" The scent of various types of sweet smelling flowers drifted from Liale's pelt and down towards the orc. Slowly the massive creature's lids fell halfway before closing completely. A few seconds later he collapsed against the trunk of the tree, dozing peacefully.
Liale breathed out in relief and leaned back in the tree, already his magic was mingling with the tree's, repairing the damage done to the plant by the large axe.
The world is one twisted fucked up place, bring a hard hat and an open mind when you leave the safety of your house.
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