"Who's next?"

As Terran took a single step forward, two of the orcs surged into action, drawing swords from their sheaths, as they went to strike at him.

But would Terran let such imbecilic attempts to harm him succeed in striking true? Absolutely not, so instead, he maneuvered his calcified arm to slice through both swords, as he then lunged forward, piercing the spine of the first orc, before slicing through him, to reach the second, all in a a few seconds time, as he stood from his discarded victims, walking towards the remaining orcs, as they started simply running for their lives, bursting through the inn’s door, as Terran then walked back to the bar, hovering his hand over the counter, before dropping another five gold coins onto it.

Then, Terran walked back to the stairs, as he ascended them to return to his companions, leaving a perturbed innkeeper to sort out the events.

When Terran reached the door, he simply walked through its form, as he suddenly stood on the other side of the door, before walking to have his sentry form rejoin him, as he then sat down at the window, resuming his excursion into the underground from the window, and continuing his search for clay, at least until his partners would awaken.

…

Another five hours passed, as Terran, nearly a hundred pounds heavier, yet still distracted by his underground search, was suddenly accosted by the ecstatic, well rested form of Haruo, as the nearly exhausted form of Elyrah was still barely out of the bed, the bunny girl, utterly unaffected by the previous night’s exertions, began basically crawling around Terran’s form, as he simply stood there, slightly perturbed but all together fine.

Then, while Terran was being beset by the raunchy bunny girl, Elyrah had finally broken her silence, “Terran..?” But, as soon as that single word, the name of the person, or being, that’d changed her life forever, who’d sent her through a major shift, but what would she change about any of it? Not a single thing… As she rushed over at Terran, leaping into his chest, as she dented the significantly softened clay form of his body, “I love you Terran, have for a while…” As she said this, a slight sniffling broke out, but before the tears could fall, Terran stopped her.

Then, Terran moved an odd tendril, soft yet firm on Elyrah’s cheek, drawing her attention away, before an abrupt movement, as Terran’s arms embraced her form, while Haruo, was simply hanging on his back, watching on in idle joy, as Terran pulled Elyrah close, before he suddenly sprouted another pair of arms to grab Haruo as well, as they each grabbed at their targets affectionately, while Terran spoke a few simple words back, “I love you, too…”

…

The three newly acquainted figures were walking through the streets of the city, or more aptly, Terran and Haruo were walking, while Elyrah was upon Terran’s back, at his request, as she laid in a makeshift semi-harness, holding her form ever so softly upon superbly comfortable clay, somehow, as she was regularly poked and prodded in an oh so appealing manner, as she twitched every so often, according to his calculated efforts.

On the way through the street, Haruo nearly endlessly babbled about anything and everything she could, and while Terran wasn’t that interested, he still listened with intense fascination, as she eventually began giving him a tour of the city's general structure, which really was more fitting information for them, as Terran finally reached an intersection of cobbled roads, and while he looked down one the the streets, he noticed a few orcs who were nursing wounds and venting to countless other orcs.

Then, as they were in the midst of their discussions, the two orcs in particular who’d survived their earlier encounters with Terran made an important decision.