Thread: Tainted Trials (YourFavoriteSenpai & Umbrale)

Fiiiiilteeeeerrr! That booming, leer-edged but rather articulatenot the type of sound you typically heard around the orcs and more 'roided of the Bruts, was one that the man knew well. Not that it particularly gave a sense of calm, or anything of the like it was the sense of familiarity that one might have amongst a friend, that also happened to be your manager. Before the man could even turn, a heavy arm was draped across his shoulders, leering grin of a rather pale orc, almost uncomfortably close to his own. Dazzling, orange-grey eyes locked into his own. A name known across Zone 3, as Axel, a respected figure of the area for both his brawn, and ingenuity. He towered over the man, easily a foot and a half taller, now hunched for the friend-like embrace. His skin, contrary to the orc at the stall--whom had pulled down the hunk of half-rotted meat to trade--was off a much darker green, that paled in patches to a dull grey. Those patches, in particular, were laced over with scars and wounds long-healed. A heavy jacket was the only upper-clothing the orc wore, furred and fluffy in nature to ward of the cold not that it did much in that fact, given the open view of the very muscular, scarred abdomen that was revealed as a testament to his strength. One of his tusks, cracked in battle, had been replaced with a ivory cap, sharp and glinting in the dim light of the zone a full beard of raven color matching the longer hair and intimidating demeanor of a wild-man. Cargo pants held down the rather husky, powerful look. His namesake, however, and yet-another reason for the male to be respected--the shopkeep-orc was tense now, the look of carnal disgust gone from his eyes, with something along the lines of a look that knew its place--was the weapon on his back. A bat rose from the base, polished and of the same bone-like material as his tusk, met a prong at the top, between which rested a wheel, three pipes extended about equi-distances from one another, in a spiral formation. The center of the wheel, from which those came, was a massive fire rune, and transfixed on a ring about that, were jagged, saw-bladed teeth of steam-beasts, filed and polished to a razors edge. It had been seen, time and time again, when held in the massive orc's hands, an activation of that rune sent the whole thing into a spinning, buzz-saw blade of devastation, tearing through whatever was unlucky enough to be on the receiving end. The son of a higher-up orc, and a baseline whore, the half-orc had been valued as nothing but refuse for his younger life, the rumors went. However, as he matured, he tinkered, and with a ferocity borne from fighting for scraps, the male had quickly risen through the gang-castes that were predominant in Hell. Many forays into the Steam Mines, coupled with his own homebrew drugs, had hardened and greatly enhanced his body the christening of his namesake weapon upon his bastard-inducing father had cemented the half-orc's reputation amongst his kin. Fil! How're you, Man-Meat? The boisterous, if just a touch charismatic half-orc bellowed out, far too loud for the closeness of their demeanor. A free hand swung around, and gave the man a thorough pat on the chest, and the orc straightened, embracing arm pulling back to free the man of his embrace. Not that there was a particular friendship to be had Axel treated him a bit nicer than the rest, but there was no mistaking the glint of manipulation and use within the half-orc's eyes. Had he not come back time and time again with what little bounties the half-orc entrusted him with, the man knew well-enough he wouldn't have the special-attention. But, as it was now, the attention was pleasant enough. With just a flick of his head, Axel glanced down, and grabbed a syringe from the pouch of Wyrm's Ice a dagger-pointed glance silencing the shopkeep, when a look of irritation passed his visage. Gunger, grab a fresh haunch for the man, would you? None of this display shit. And while you're at it, why don't you grab him another for your hospitality? Lest you'd rather hunt Ackel for the season. The shopkeep, Gunger, while it was clear by the veins popping in his forehead, did not enjoy neither the thought, nor the command, showed only a moment's hesitation out of anger, before turning away. A quick rustle in a chest-like container brought forth two considerably-better looking slabs of mystery-meat, slamming the things down on the counter, before snatching up the satchel of Wyrms Ice, and disappearing to the back of the stall. With that confrontation over, Axel turned more completely to the man, smirk cracking up the lips on the ivory-side of his face. Now, now, Fil I didn't expect to see you back in town so soon. Hunting been that bad? More a jest, than an attempt at small-talk, the half-orc tucked his syringe away into a draw-string pouch on a belt-loop. Listen-here, I got another case that I'm too busy to get around to do me a favor, would 'ja? Axel straightened momentarily, stretching to force an audible crack out of his spine and shoulder blades, before fixing Filter back with his smug look. Got a girl that ran out on us the other night a new addition we found wandering just outside the back sector. We'd only starting having some fun, before she weaseled her way out, and took off through the gates. Had it not been night, we woulda' rounded her back up, but she's probably on the outskirts by this morning. But, get this, she's pure. A dramatic pause, if only to allow that to sink in, and he continued, Yep, bright and shiny whiteness from above, she is I can't even guess at how 'che found her way down here, but I'm not one to pass up some good luck. A hand gestured widely to the side, at the brothel and to a building another block down the street.So, if you could round that lass up, and bring her on back here, I'd be much-obliged. Hell, I'll give you a night with your choice of heaven, and throw in a round of Crag at 'deh bar, too.