Queens Coming Into Our OwnBoard

Welya, the half-elf aspiring sun priestess, strolled past the lone guard stationed at the north loose stone path entrance of the town of Peoplesville. She uttered a small blessing to the guard as she passed. Besides words, nothing audible or visible happened. Mouth twisting into a frown she gave her pendant of the Sun an annoyed look.

For a moment she gazed into the cloudless sky with her big green eyes, squinting at the Sun before turning away with a pained look. Pulling up the hood on her impeccably clean white robe, she beckoned to the two travelers she had recently encountered. The smile on her face bright and (barely visible) hair golden, she stood at 172cm.

Behind her was the town of Peoplesville, which while lacking any real fortifications, was a good sized human settlement. Known for being the birthplace of a hero of the Amundin Order in times past, currently it was the biggest settlement of the Duchy of Allswell, a lucrative trading duchy immediately bordered by the ever annexing Autocracy. Rumors abound that agents of the Autocracy are already at work in town to ferment the process of subjugation, many are concerned about the supposed arrival of an Autocracy Magistrix. The closest buildings in view seemed to be made of mud, further down some stone of poor quality could be spotted as a building material. The closest identifiable building is labeled Undertaker and is made of poor stone.

(OOC: I hope you get enough feeders from this post to satisfy the needs of the folk hero and Cleric. Since we are not in combat, RP is not turn based. Talk! Make Rolls! Have fun.

Also a feature of the background for Folkhero, Poremania is: "Since you come from the ranks of the common folk, you fit in among them with ease. You can find a place to hide, rest, or recuperate among other commoners, unless you have shown yourself to be a danger to them. They will shield you from the law or anyone else searching for you, though they will not risk their lives for you.")

Krork cowers on the ground leaning on a stone house labelled as Undertaker, which provides shadow for the aging Half-Orc. Absently chewing on veggies, he alternates between a dried up carrot in his right and an old and plain cabbage in his left hand. A dirty eye patch made of boar leather is tilt up and resting on his forehead above two small red but intact orcish eyes.

He wears the patch to get used to the feeling to be only equiped with one eye in case he finally convinces himself to plug out one for the orc god Gruumsh. He is keen to get those superpowers which he might receive when he sacrifices his eye to the One Eyed God, as proof for his devotion and loyalty. However, considering the unattractive result of such an unpleasant procedure and his profound vanity, he just doesn't feel religious enough to hamper his prettiness yet.

Moderate grunts and smacking is heard, as saliva imbued pieces of carrots drop of his big tusked mouth.

He had arrived a few days ago with his old fishing vessel at the coast about 10 miles away.
Actually the ship never reached the coast but got stuck on a shallow band. So he left the good old 'Dashing Duck' behind. It is the best pick of the bunch in the whole fleet of Captain Krorkbärt's Shrimp and Fish Services, the company that Krork proudly calls his own. Okay, actually it is his only vessel, and even serves as his home and shelter. Buisness is not running well at all.

So he tried to make some extra money by smuggling some goods to a tropical paradise island in the south east. Some Eleven-Human Community called Godon and Somorach. He and his 3 man crew Juck, Borris and Snuut were imaging something debauch and sinful there, in a positively exiting way though. But they never reached it. The trip was planned for a week but it took several months until he touched mainland again far away from both their destination and home which is seated far away from Peoplesville South at the East Coast. It wasn't the most enjoyable trip he ever made. Not all.

It was Krork who couldn't refrain to investigate the ware. Some white powder, triggering funny feelings in the crew when consumed. The ship got off course, catched fire, got carried away in several storms, and ended up in the nowhere of the vast ocean. With the fishing nets and the sails burned, their supplies got soon exhausted and their stomach desperately hungry.

Juck: "...the Orc... He has still the most fat and meat... one arm of his alone can keep as alive for weeks."
Borris: "But he also has still a lot of muscle meat below his fats. Some delicious meat... Maybe? I never ate orc meat. Is it eadable at all?"
Snuut: "We can't do that, he is our Boss and Captain."
Juck: "Did he ever pay us?"
Snuut:"Did we ever catch any fish? He would."
Juck:"Wasn't it him who opened the packages with the white powder?"
Borris: "And wasn't it him who dropped the navigation tools into the ocean? It is all his fault. ...".
Snuut: "I couldn't see anything in the smoke as the vessel catched fire."
Borris: "Snuut, we gonna die here."
...
Juck: "uh, Snuut... Behind you. Is this another ship there on the Horizon?"
Snuut: "oh? Where?"
Juck: "Behind you."
Borris: "ya, just turn around".

Juck and Borris backstabbed the doubtful Snuut when the orc was napping. However, slaughtering the latter in his sleep failed and their ears were closed towards all of Krorks conciliating words. So the orc took their lifes quickly.

Krork sighs silently, before finishing his veggy snack. Truely, it wasn't an enjoyable trip.

It was only when he had digested the last bone of poor Snuut, whom he grudgingly took last, that he finally whispered 'Land, ho!'.

Money and a new crew he seeks now, to somehow get 'The Dashing Duck' back to sea.

Krorks frozen face gets some life as a band of three people are approaching the Undertaker. They look different than the humans here. Foreigners like him. Somehow special. And the lady with golden hair is probably the prettiest thing he ever saw. But also the two meter elven chick isn't bad at all. And a knight sporting a fire-spitting dragon. Nice. He likes dragons.

The orc lifts his weight on his feet, and a smile on his face, and saunders towards the group.

"Welcome to Peoplesville. What brings you here? I'm Krorkbärt. May I offer my services?"

"Hungry?" he asks as he pulls 3 more old and dirty carrots from his pocket.

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"Oh, the rich people want what the poor people's got
And the poor people want what the rich people's got
And the skinny people want what the fat people's got
And the fat people want what the skinny people's got

You can never please anybody in this world

The short people want what the tall people's got
And the tall people want what the short people's got
The little kids want what the big kid's got
And the big kids want what the little kid's got

Oh, the girls with short hair want long hair
And the girls with long hair want short hair
Oh, the boys with cars want motorcycles
And the boys with motorcycles want cars

It doesn't matter what you do
It doesn't matter what you say
There will always be
One who wants things the opposite way
It doesn't matter where you go
It doesn't matter who you see
There will always be
Someone who disagrees
We do our best
We try to please
But we're like the rest
We are never at ease"