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The cold air moved slowly through the orcs mouth. The voice grew louder, stronger as he past the trees. The leaves wiped past his huge body of armour, as he brushed past a tree, taking half of it with him. He was focus on his target, and didn't change direction, he was tired of waiting. The broken light between the trees shattered on his armour, although it had been wet, he still stank, his dirty armour not helping.

"now that is a story, you see you sister here, was wounded, she was in a terrible way, you see she had broken her ankle and was trying to travel on it. An elf who i made aquaintences with was waiting in a tree and she was being very defensive. i offered to help but she was stubborn. so we waited... and waited.... and waited. so finally we talked. then we departed ways. eventually we met in a tavern. We started to drink, and i guess thats where the connection was made. but then i got into a bar fight and didnt see her for a while after"
((sorry it took so long and is shitty i was on the phone while writing))

"You know, I am sitting right here" Kira hissed, but Aianna ignored her.
"Figures that the only way yo get her to loosen up is to get her drunk. Me? Im naturally nice. I go the good side of the family" Laughing Aianna leaned back again, smiling at her sister.
"You never know how to shut up do you?" Kira relpied, trying to sound upset, but finding it impossible with her sister grinning at her. "Why does if matter anyway?"
"Because, Dear sister, You only have one friend, and a sister. And that including Josh. Now," She said, grabbing up the glasses "ill get us refills." Laughing Aianna stood and went to the tent, grabbing two pints and a glass, returning to the table, and plopping down in front of them.

His head lifted as he stood up straight, towering over the elf. He held his hammer tight, he had killed an elf like this one only a few days ago, yet he dare not touch this one. Breathing out deeply, he remained motionless, like a wind up toy without a key. Waiting for his command, he looked across to find others at the table. He was unsure of what to do, any other time he would fight these people, but he could not fight against his masters wishes. He had no reason to fight, but he must defend himself and his owner. The cold air escaped from his helm as he held his hammer tightly with both hands, taking a battle ready stance. The elf wielded the sword, one that he had only heard the legends of. Seeing himself in the sword his dropped his hammer to his side once again. Valheru echoed in his head, as he breathed in the numerous foreign smells around him.

Josh looked at the ogre before him, he had a deep hatred and would have slain him on the spot... but something was holding him back, whether it was the sword or ashen rahman he did not know. But then a familiar feeling spread over his body and he knew there was no stopping the metamorphosis this time. Josh yelled in pain, muscles rippled through him as it felt like bones were being snapped then reformed and tissue was seperating. Another outrageous roar came from the elfs mouth as he fell to the floor writhing in pain. An energy flowed around him and a spark of white light burst through out the area. After the dust settled. Ashen Rahmans figure took the place of josh. He was taller than the elf, and a mask sat atop his face to hide his features. His long cape flowed across the floor and his armour chinked at every move he made. He held 'Overlord' in its sheath and chuckled.

Ulgor...finally you have come to me... it was only a matter of time till you realised that i was alive again.. it is good to see you well. You have guarded my tomb for eons, and i thank you for that... you have served you purpose well... i greet you back to my side.

Ashen rahman held out his hand to salute the ogre and then quickly turned to the women.
Ladies... i see you are friends of the elf and it is his wish that you survive, i will grant this to him as he saved mine not so long ago.

“Ironic” left his battered helm. His deep voice left through the small opening in his helm and the crack on his cheek, before spreading to the air. Two others in stance faced him, but it was too hard for the orge to see. They both had unique smells, as did the small elf that stood in fount of him. His shoulders dropped as he realizes these were protecting his master, maybe they are like himself. "What is your wish?"

Aianna shot a glance toward her sister, her eyes clearly stating "Let me handle this"

Aianna and Kira both sat back down, kira immediatly slamming her drink. If I cant fight, I might as well get drunk Kira thought, watching her sister work her magic.

"How can we serve under you, if we dont even know who or what you are?"