Talking?

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"Woah! Woah! Woah!" You stumble away from both this green, almost...Orcish looking woman, and the pile of vines. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see the mound of greenery shivering slightly where you had touched it with your foot. Instinctively, you raise your hands up putting the knife between you and her and try to shout over to her, your mouth automatically moving in unfamiliar ways to talk to her.

However the moment you raise your knife, she doesn't bother stopping to talk. A deep rumbling sound cuts you off as you go to ask her about the vines, and in a flash of movement, she covers most of the distance between you. Fierce roaring echoes throughout the area as she simply seems to bat your knife aside with a strike to your wrist, then ducks into a wrestling stance and wraps her arms around your waist and before you can react, she seems to have already thrown you up into the air, above her, and nearly fifteen feet in the direction she just came from. A sharp cry forces past your lips as you slam into a tree with a resounding crack and slump to the fround, the air in your lungs escaping you once more while your fills with thousands of little white specks. Horrible agony spreads throughout your side and back and you can't help but know that something is wrong.

You seriously struggle to catch your breath for a few minutes while the Orcish woman circles around the pile of vines, her eyes darting back and forth across the ground, skipping over your dagger for a moment before she kneels down to pick it up and a pile of colored rocks. For a while she simply stands there, picking through the pebbles in her palm as your vision slowly clears. Just when you begin to see clearly again, her hand snaps shut and you hear the pebbles various grinding and cracking in her grasp.

Once satisfied with how much she crushed the rocks, the green woman casually turned towards the mounds of vines and dumped the mashed stones onto it. Onky it wasn't gravel and dirt that fell from her grip, but a shower of sparks and flame. Flames that burned so hotly that they turn white before they simply fall through the vines, burning multiple holes through the pile before suddenly....the whole thing shudders and jerks away from the flames the mass of the vines straining and snapping as they struggle to get away from the heat and almost immediately you see the danger.

Enclosed within this small hill of green, were a number of bones, broken and sharp and now, released enough to stop pointing towards the sky, instead lying flat before you. You can't help but to gasp as these vines slither away a few feet and then stop and become almost lifeless once again.

"Damned forest feeds on everything!" You hear her growl and kick another lump of vines. She continues grumbling for a moment before she adjusts her grip on your knife and holds it steady in your direction.

"Wait!" You shout as loudly as you can and lift your hands up, and sure enough she freezes and cocks an eyebrow at you, the muscles on her arm standing out as she squeezes the handle. "I-I don't want to fight you. I..." you pause and think, trying to pick out your words carefully as she begins to circle around you and cautiously you lower your hands. "I just want," You take another strained breath and clutch your side. "to know where I am..."

A soft snort escapes the Orcish woman that sends her breasts jiggling in their hide top. She stares at you for a few long seconds before she flips the knife in her grasp and starts walking towards you, her hips swaying out extravagantly to each side until she stops just before you and looks down at you, her brown eyes glinting slightly as she smirks at you.

"You are in The Wilds." She grunts at you suddenly as if that was all that needed to be said and just like that you watch as she rears back on one foot and drives the other forward, smashing her heel into the side of your face. The world immediately dims and blurs up in your eyes and for a second you black-out and when you come to it's only for a couple more seconds as your hands are painfully yanked begind your own back and kept there while you pass out again.

Great large rays of red and white span the glorious horizon above you, the myriad of different shades in the sky mix and swirl together like a great canvas consistantky being covered with new lines of paint, and for a moment you cannot help but stare at the great colorful sky above. Your eyes roam over this magnificent sight like it was the body of a deeply beautiful woman and as you take it all in you can't hold back your surprised gasp as you find the two suns above. The moment almost takes your breath away as you look past the powerful rays of white and red tinted light, and stare directly into a couple pairs of eyes, each one fills you with this sense of something, a feeling that just radiates from the glowing masses and for moment actually shares it with you. Red...power, beyond anything you have ever experienced before, it's overbearing and your arms feel as if they might fall off as even more of this feeling calls to you. This...you could use this...you just... need...more...

And with that thought it disappears, and life takes it's place. Evergrowing, always evolving, and taking hold in people other creatures at the moment when you least expect it. It fills your chest and lifts you up, holding you in the air as its pure and radiant white light fills you, and with it you know you cannot be stopped.

"Answer..."

"Answer..."

You wake with a slight jump, the echo of those two voices still ringing in your ears and with a soft groan you blink away the cobwebs in your eyes. A soft expanse of wet dirt, roots, and little patches of grass fills your vision, the harsh crackling of a strong fire reaches your ears and you turn off your, still-sore, side and turn to look at the source of the warmth. Your eyes widen as you find yourself staring at that same green woman again while she pulls a vial filled with a thick, red, bubbling substance out of the center of the flames and pours it into another, cooler vial. She takes a moment to set the first vial down before she pulls out a large brown waterskin from a little pack on the ground and pops it open. Your eyes widen slightly as fresh water pours out of the waterskin, into the vial and the red substance inside quickly stops bubbling and swirls together with the water. She stands stills, letting the liquid settle as a multitude of bubbles rise to the surface, brings it to her nose and takes a subtle whiff of the mixturebefore she shakes the bottle in a delicate circle.

She does this a couple times, shaking, then sniffing. Each time she seems to get more and more pleased with herself until the last time she sniffs the mixture and lets out a little moan, holding the vial close to her lips for a moment like she was going to drink it before she suddenly yanks it away when she sees you staring at her. A hard look crosses over her face and it takes you a couple seconds to recognize it as annoyance before she stomps her way over to you.

"Drink" she grunts and shoves the bottle up against your lips. Your first instinct is to back away, but as you do, your side burns in agony and you cry out in pain. She tries to take advantage to try and **** it past your lips but you jerk to the side to try and bat the bottle away only to find your arms restrained as she tilts the bottle up in your mouth and the warm, red tincture pours into your mouth. A sweet fruity flavor runs over your tongue, accented with something strong like **** almost or some sort of old bread. Your instantly reminded of fruit smoothies, only thicker like a syrup. Yes, a syrup. Your eyes cross for a moment as you unconsciously take a large gulp despite your struggling, then another, and another, and a familiar sense of power fills you and suddenly your begin draining the bottle, that is until an audible 'CRACK' fills the air and you pull away wincing, the last of the bottle splashing on your chin. Your eyes follow the source of the sound and you find yoursslf staring as the orc lifts your clothing and inspects your side as the bruisind and swelling shrinks before your eyes, before it disappears completely.

"What?" You gasp out between the heavy breaths you hadn't even realized you were taking, your eyes looking up to the Orc as she follows your ribs with her fingers, carefully taking her time to make sure the break was gone, her delicate touch causes you to shiver for a moment before you throw more questions at her. "What did you give me? How did you do that? Wha...what friends were you talking about? What did you mean the wilds?"

She glares up at you at that last question, her eyes searching through your face as if she couldn't tell if you were serious or not. She doesn't answer you though when she finally lowers your shirt back down enough to cover you again, but she does speak.

"What is your name?" She growls out, and for a moment you nearly back away, until you realize that's just the way her language works. It's highly guttural. "Well?" She grunts again and you pause her words running rampant in your mind.

"I don't know..." You mutter suddenly, your eyes widening as the weight these words hold with you overcomes you and you can't but realize...You couldn't remember your own name.