Iyda, Iyda Ironstag

“Iyda Ironstag atch yer’ service. New adventurer fresh from Anvil’arth. I might be new but don’t go under estimatin’ me yeah?” You say smiling at the group.

Petra sits back down in her chair “We can leave now if we’re all good to go.” She says while glancing at the rest of the group. The group all nods in agreement as together the four of you walk out the guild hall doors.

As the group makes its way southward down the main street, you look back at the guild hall. Next time you walk back through those doors you’ll be a hero. Killing orcs might seem like a humble task to start with, but it’s a start.

Besides you’ve heard tales of what those fiends have done to farms and small villages. The tales speak of horrific orc raids that end with all the village’s males slaughtered without mercy. The fate of the females is often glanced over, not spoken aloud as all who know of the orcs, know of their plight. Orc females are about one in a hundred. As such the ability to reproduce is often… outsourced, and not always welcomed. Even more intimidating, orc seed is also extremely potent. Just a drop is enough to get the job done. It’s also strong enough to overwrite the genetics of other races. While things like half elves or dwarves might exist, you know of no half orcs ever existing. Due to the scarcity of females, orc tribes are often matriarchal in nature. It might be wise to remember these things when dealing with them. Should it come to it, evading their capture at all costs takes priority for you as a dwarven woman. If you were captured, maybe a swift **** would be your best way out. You glance at your other party members as they walk ahead of you. If you had to, could you abandon them to save yourself? You stroke your chin in thought as you reach the edge of town.