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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Nov 18, 2022 21:36:53 GMT -5
A large crowd was gathered inside of the Chipped Pickaxe, which was arguably more clientele than it received on a daily basis. The normally dead-silent tavern was alight with activity, all centered around a single human man- one the locals referred to as Garrick- seated at a table, in the middle of an animated story. The crowd was hitched on his every word, and Garrick clearly craved the attention, as he had been dragging his tall tale on for far too long now.
“I’m tellin ya’s, it was at least fifteen feet tall, and with fists the size o’ me head!”
“Oh, yer full o’ it, Garrick.” Another red-faced man chortled into his drink.
“No, man, I swear on me mum’s gravestone.” Garrick insisted. “I saw him when I was out this morning!”
“Sounds like the ale talkin’!”
The crowd burst into peals of raucous laughter.
“Oh, shove off. I’m tellin’ ya, the bloody thing was real, and it’s huge!” Garrick grumbled as the crowd continued to laugh. “Besides, I ‘eard the Keep’s got a bounty on a minotaur they call Kultta. Said he’s been terrorizin’ unsuspecting folk aboveground and making away with their wares! Must be the very same monster!”
The room fell away to contemplative silence as everyone considered the prospect of a reward. None of them would ever consider claiming it of course- that kind of work was left to the poachers and bounty hunters, but it was nice to dream about a fat stack of cash and the chance to be a hero, if only for a day.
The silence was broken by the sound of a mug slamming against the wooden table, and the scrape of a chair being pushed out. A single figure seated at a nearby table, just away from the crowd but still close enough to listen in on the conversation- The woman was tall enough that her head was only a foot away from brushing against the low hanging ceiling, with an imposing figure that made the villagers pause as she approached.
“What’s that you said about a reward?”
Garrick snorted, a grin plastered on his face as he sized her up.
“Stay out of it, orc. This is a matter between humans, not for your lot.” There was another round of laughter, accompanied by the sound of idle, incredulous chatter- an orc, chasing after a Minotaur? In their drunken states, the idea was absurd.
They wouldn’t be laughing if they’d been facing down the barbarian of a woman on their own, of course, but their numbers gave them security.
The woman merely raised an eyebrow. “Real tough talk coming from someone who pissed his pants and ran at the sign of danger to tell others about it instead of manning up and claiming the reward for himself.” She uttered.
Garrick’s face turned beet red- an impressive feat given that he was already flush from the alcohol. “You- you-”
The half-orc smirked, crossing her burly arms over her chest. “Did you even try to fight him, or did you just run the other way the second you saw him?”
“O’ course I didn’t fight him! You’d have ta be suicidal ta actually go after a beast like that!”
“Oh? That’s what I thought.” She said, tone insufferably smug. When she spoke next, her voice boomed, loud enough that anyone in the tavern who hadn’t been paying attention to the conversation would hear her. “Listen up, folks. Name’s Ak’ka. I’ll be goin’ after that minotaur and claiming the cash reward for myself. Anyone who ain’t too chickenshit to fight like a real warrior is free to join me and share in the spoils of glory. How ‘bout it? Any takers?”
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Post by Ulrich Ambriz on Nov 24, 2022 3:21:21 GMT -5
Ulrich had been sitting at the counter minding his own business. A man in the middle of a large crowd was telling a tall tale, wrangling more and more patrons with his story. He would be lying if he said that he didn't find the man's story interesting. The barmaid would occasionally come to chat with him from time to time as the patrons sitting at the counter started to drift towards the man with the tall tale.
At the mention of the Minotaur named "Kultta" and the wares that he'd made off with, the crowd had now silenced with contemplation. Whispers and murmurs filled the Chipped Pickaxe. Ulrich looked around at the crowd, waiting for anyone to do something to break the silence.
It was then that the sound of a mug slamming against a table and a chair scraping against the floor echoed through the building. A tall, imposing Orc woman made her presence known— and it was very clear that she was confident she'd be able to go after this Minotaur.
She berated the man in the middle of the crowd, calling him out for being a coward and running— which of course, any normal person would do. Not everybody could be a tough adventurer. Also, Ulrich was not one to go after Minotaurs, or any being, just for a reward. This was something he would DEFINITELY not be getting into!
But, of course, Fate always has other plans for the bespectacled man.
The silence of the crowd after the Orc woman's boasts is broken by the sound of another chair scraping against the floor. Except it's also accompanied by the crashing sounds of it falling over, along with whoever had been sitting in it. Heads turn to see the commotion, only to see a bespectacled man quickly stand up and give them a nervous laugh. He quickly stands the chair back up and pushes it back towards the counter. He turns his gaze back towards the crowd and his eyes lock with the tall Orc Woman's as she smiles at him.
Oh boy... I'm going to get dragged along, aren't I?
Yes. Yes, he was going to get dragged along and he would DEFINITELY be getting into it!
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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Nov 25, 2022 22:25:45 GMT -5
The tavern had fallen into an awkward silence as it became clear no one wanted to take Ak’ka up on her challenge. Ak’ka wasn’t surprised. She knew that tough talk was just that- talk. But what she didn’t like were men like Garrick who went around scaring folk with stories and making them live in fear.
Then the silence was broken by a crashing sound as a human in a lone table away from the crowd fell out of his table before quickly righting himself with nervous laughter… no doubt in embarrassment because he’d fallen as he stood up to volunteer! He was a short glasses looking punk, and she couldn’t tell if he could actually hold his own against a Minotaur, but looks could be deceiving. Maybe he had some secret strength, or maybe even a hidden weapon under that jacket.
Ak’ka made eye contact with the man, immediately recognizing the sharpened gaze of a warrior. Maybe on the outside he was unassuming, but this man had the soul of a fighter, there was no doubt about that. Ak’ka spread her arms outwards, a bright smile on her face as she made her way over to him. In that same booming voice she used a moment ago, Ak’ka exclaimed, “Yes! I knew there would be someone here willing to take on the challenge.”
She stood next to the man, towering a little over a foot taller than him, as she clapped him on the shoulder with a strong, calloused palm. “Tell me, fighter, what’s your name?” She asked, completely oblivious to the man’s nerves, or even any denials he might have given that he hadn’t volunteered himself as tribute at all. It all went in one ear and out the other for her.
The poor, unfortunate man had no idea what he’d accidentally just signed up for.
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Post by Ulrich Ambriz on Nov 27, 2022 16:50:00 GMT -5
The Orc woman ignored any signal Ulrich gave that indicated he was not up for the task. He held his hands up, but before he could even voice his objection, she'd already moved her way through the crowd to stand next to him. Any objection now would just make him look like a coward, so he let his hands fall to his side with a small sigh.
The Orc woman, Ak'ka, suddenly slapped him on the back of the shoulder. That was expected given her demeanor, but she was strong, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth a bit at the slap.
The sudden forward jolting motion of his body displaced his glasses. He placed them back to their position on his face and cleared his throat.
"Yes, the name's Ulrich. Ulrich Ambriz. It looks like I'll be the only one joining you on this hunt then."
His statement was a bit of a jab at the rest of clientele inside the Chipped Pickaxe that were now silent. Of course, no one in their right mind would join in a hunt for a dangerous Minotaur. He was a part of that crowd, but as per his usual luck, he found himself in a party of two. Then again, it was nice to meet and make new acquaintances. This Ak'ka might be of the boisterous type— which he, himself was not— but he had a few friends just like her back home. If nothing else, this hunt would be an interesting tale for sure.
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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Nov 28, 2022 19:28:51 GMT -5
“Ulrich!” Ak’ka declared once the shorter human gave his name, still completely oblivious to the fact that he spoke with the resignation of a man who had just been conscripted for war. “If this Little Champion is the only one who will be joining me in the fight against Kultta, then the two of us will vanquish that bull together!”
She did not expect cheers or applause from men that had belittled her only a few minutes ago, but the tavern was silent at her announcement, with only a few rounds of scattered claps and quiet cheers. Ak’ka grunted, rolling her eyes. Whatever. She was used to jeers and silence from other folk that thought she was nothing more than a brute, or that she was all talk. It didn’t bother her- Ak’ka was good at two things, fighting and killing. It was just lucky that this time, her bounty ended up being a criminal, which meant she would get both the thrill of battle and the satisfaction that she’d done good… even if they were a bunch of ungrateful louts.
She half-led, half-dragged Ulrich out of the miserable Chipped Pickaxe into the no less miserable streets of Thorock, where the sounds of merriment and chatter in the tavern picked up significantly after the door shut behind them. Only then did she release her grip on Ulrich, crossing her arms with a derisive snort not unlike a bull herself.
“Folk these days are so ungrateful.” She complained with no real bite to it- mostly just out of annoyance. “They complain about shit like this and then turn their noses up when someone shows up to help. Someone’s gotta be the hero Thorock deserves… but I ain’t the one it needs right now.”
Money was still money though, so gratitude wasn’t really a big deal- not to mention she should probably quit her bitching to a guy she’d just met. Ak’ka broke into a big, toothy grin. “So, Little Champion,” She already knew his name but now that the nickname had gotten stuck in her mind there was no getting rid of it, “You ready to learn how I got the nickname Bonegrinder?”
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Post by Ulrich Ambriz on Nov 29, 2022 14:45:48 GMT -5
Ulrich was half dragged out of the establishment, and when Ak'ka let go of him, he quickly stood upright without falling to the ground. A comical to anyone else watching the exchange between the two adventurers. He listened to her rant about the ungratefulness of people these days. The last part of her rant seemed familiar to him in a way. Maybe he'd heard it in a story once? It made him think of a character with a tragic backstory, but this was not the time to be thinking of things like that.
"Yes, well, people are confusing these days, aren't they?" He offers with a shrug.
He's fixing his collar when she calls his attention back to her.
Little Champion, that is a title someone like me should stray far away from. I'm just trying to live a quiet life of travel.
And then she asks if he would like to find out how she got her nickname. His eyes widen a bit at the implications in his mind. Had she mentioned her nickname in there? Had he missed it? He wasn't sure, but he could help but think that it was something that sounded pretty gruesome.
He gives a slightly nervous chuckle, "I'm guessing it's not a very pleasant nickname, is it?"
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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Dec 11, 2022 14:18:29 GMT -5
For some reason the Little Champion didn’t seem too pleased with his nickname, which was ludicrous. To Ak’ka, giving someone such a title was the highest honor, the sign of their courage in the face of adversity. Sure, he didn’t look all that much right now, but she’d met other warriors who looked just as short and scrawny as him, who’d proven her wrong. Maybe he didn’t feel like he was deserving of it yet? Come to think of it, he’d been pretty nervous this whole time, ever since he stood up in that tavern…
An idea had occurred to her, and her eyes lit up with all the confidence of someone who’d added two and two together to get five.
“This must be your first rodeo, huh!” She concluded, voice boisterous as she began walking through the streets of Thorock. A woman like Ak’ka didn’t stand still when she had a goal in mind, and she already had a task in mind. She barely waited for Ulrich to catch up- not because she was trying to leave her new friend Little Champion in the dust, but because she always seemed to move with a purpose, confidence in her posture. She was bound and determined to find this bull now that she’d been sent on this mission, emboldened by her new partner.
“There’s no need to be so afraid, Little Champ.” She said, completely misinterpreting why Ulrich was afraid of her name. “Only my enemies call me that. If they are not screaming in pain by the time I am done with them, that is. If this is your first battle in your search to prove your worth, then I’ll be there to protect you.”
She turned and smacked him on the shoulder again. “Here’s your first lesson in monster hunting: it’s the duty of the strong to protect the weak. All these folks around here, they’re just people lookin’ to live an honest life, and people like us- the ones with power- it’s our job to preserve the peace.”
And punching things was a big bonus. There was also that.
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Post by Ulrich Ambriz on Dec 12, 2022 5:21:56 GMT -5
Ak'ka starts walking off without him, and Ulrich barely catches up with her. She assumed this is Ulrich's first rodeo, which technically, it is. He's never gone after a Minotaur like this before. He left monster hunting and whatnot to the professionals of the field.
It was, however, not his first rodeo in the topic of combat. He would keep that to himself until the time came though. A little surprise here and there was always fun. No one ever expects some guy with glasses to be able to take care of himself in a fist fight.
They walk side by side with each other. Ulrich gives Ak'ka the side eye glance a couple of times as she explains her nickname. She hadn't even actually told him what it was yet, but her descriptions were terrifying! He was glad that she was his partner in this endeavor.
She turns to smack him in the shoulder again, but this time he's prepared for the force of the hit. It doesn't hurt as bad this time, thank the gods!
"Now we have something in common there, Ak'ka! Protecting people is in my blood!" He says vehemently as he claps his open palm into his fist.
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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Dec 15, 2022 18:42:31 GMT -5
“In your blood, eh?” Ak’ka asked with a grin. Finally, Little Champ was starting to show some spirit! “Good! You need to channel that fire!” She exclaimed, still completely oblivious to the fact that she was talking to a fighter that was no doubt just as seasoned as her. Her upbringing had been one of violence and broken bones, but it tended to make her forget the fact that warriors came in all shapes and sizes.
It did occur to her, though, that she didn’t know Jack all about her new stalwart companion.
“You got anyone back home you wanna protect? Friends, family, girlfriend?” She asked. “Or boyfriend? I don’t judge. Point is, when you’re in battle, you pick something’ to think about, and you use that drive to make your punches hit harder.”
Come to think of it, had this scrawny guy even thrown a punch before? Eh, she didn’t really have that much time to teach him. Oh, well. Real life battle was always the best teacher in her opinion. He’d learn soon enough, and if he didn’t, then she’d be there to back him up and pull his ass out of danger.
Ak’ka didn’t really have anyone like that. At this point her family and any of her clansmen were gone, and she wasn’t even sure for how long. The camaraderie that had once driven her to protect her loved ones had been killed and buried long ago, replaced with revenge as cold as her barely-beating heart.
But that was neither here nor there.
Right now, she was giving her new bud some pointers, and they were gonna get out there and take care of the problem terrorizing Thorock.
“Eh, don’t worry too much about the nickname. I’m just messin’ with ya. My old man gave it to me when I broke his advisor’s leg with a hammer. I was just playin’ around back then.” It was started as joke at first, but Ak’ka had turned it into a name that people came to fear when her old man was no longer around to laugh at it with her anymore.
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Post by Ulrich Ambriz on Dec 22, 2022 6:36:16 GMT -5
Ulrich considered his companion's question.
"Hmmm, well back home, no. My family can take care of themselves. They were adventurers in their youth. My Mother is still quite the warrior so no one would dare mess with my Father. Unless they'd like to fight her, of course."
He had a grin on his face as he talked about his parents. It wasn't every day that he had the chance to proudly talk about them with people he's met on his travels.
He then laughed a bit as Ak'ka expanded upon her question further.
"Uh, no girlfriend... Or boyfriend either. Though I do have someone that comes to mind..." His hand came up to rub his chin as the image of a certain person flashed in his head. "Though, she needs no protection. She is, in fact, a fighter herself! She'd probably punch me for even thinking about this!"
He scratched the back of his head as a laugh escaped him, a big grin etched itself across his face.
"And you don't have to worry! I can throw a good punch or two! Maybe several kicks as well if the situation calls for it."
He quickly balled his hand into a fist and brought his arm up in a flexing motion— as one would do when they were successful at some given task. Of course, this gesture caused him to inadvertently show the many scars marking his forearm.
Maybe Ak'ka would notice, maybe she wouldn't. He kept his abilities a secret. Hidden from the people around him because it was what he was taught.
His eyes went wide and he gave her the side eye as the walked along. She was explaining how she got her nickname, and it was a bit alarming.
"So you broke his advisor's leg...with a hammer?" He slowly nods his head. It would be a good idea to stay on her good side.
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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Jan 1, 2023 12:01:48 GMT -5
“A family of warriors! We have that in common!” Ak’ka sounded excited at this development- though half-orc and bespectacled human looked nothing alike on the surface, it sounded like they had more in common than she thought. “My old man was…” well, he wasn’t really a hell of a fighter. In all honesty, Shur’ma Mortak wasn’t really that much of a warrior at all. But he was her old man, and he’d been all she had. “Well, he taught me all he knew.” And his death taught her even more.
At least Little Champ seemed happy to talk about his folks, who seemed like good people. Apparently, he even had a little scrappy lady back at home, too. Ak’ka elbowed him playfully as he talked about his lady. “Sounds like you got yourself a spitfire, huh? But even the toughest of gals need someone to watch their six every once in a while. You just gotta impress her with your battle prowess and she’ll be all yours!”
Then little champ flexed his fist, and Ak’ka caught sight of the scars littering his arm, not unlike her own body.
Hmm.
Maybe Ak’ka had underestimated his battle experience a bit.
If there was one thing the orc understood, it was the story behind a scar. She didn’t make any attempts to hide her own, not in the same way the Little Champion hid his behind the fabric of his sleeves. Was he ashamed of ‘em or something? That didn’t make sense to her. Win or loss, a scar was proof you’d made it through a battle alive. Well, whatever reason he was hiding it for, it wasn’t really any of her business- Little Champ was entitled to his secrets, and Ak’ka wasn’t gonna pry when she barely knew the dude.
It did, however, increase her opinion of the guy. He had a different kind of strength, one he didn’t wear like a Medal of Honor. She guessed a secret like that had its own benefits.
She also didn’t miss the hesitation in his voice as he asked about the hammer incident. It was kinda funny, how squeamish the little guy seemed to be despite his battle experience. If his parent were warriors, surely he’d gone through the same kinda training? “Yeah.” She said, completely oblivious as to why he might be freaked out by that story. “It was real funny, you see. But my old man was pissed. He didn’t let me touch a hammer again until I was at least eleven.”
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Post by Ulrich Ambriz on Feb 2, 2023 7:35:33 GMT -5
Ulrich nods in agreement at her explanation of her old man being not too happy about the incident.
"Well, I'm sure he had his reasons for being angry about the breaking of his advisor's leg." He says with a chuckle.
He put his hands to his chin thinking of any memories from his upbringing that would match anything like that. His eyes light up suddenly as one memory enters his mind.
"I don't think I have anything that can top that, but I did have one fight in which I defended a friend of mine. Of course, I did get beaten up as I was up against a group of bullies at the time. My father has always been the more careful one of the pair, but my mother was just proud that I stepped in to defend my friend." He looks down to his arms riddled with the scars of old battles past. "She said the bruises and scratches were battle scars of courage. At this point in my life, I'm inclined to agree."
Of course, if his new companion was wondering about his various scars, those stories could be told on the way to hunt this Minotaur. For a person who liked to blend in with the crowd and stay in the shadows, the prospect of having to fight a creature that would present a challenge for him excited him a bit.
"We have a Minotaur to hunt don't we? What do you say we get going, huh?"
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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Feb 8, 2023 22:47:47 GMT -5
“I think he was kinda happy about it in secret. He just had to play big and tough around so his advisor didn’t try to break my leg in retaliation.” She didn’t actually know how he felt about it, to be honest. Sometimes Ak’ka’s old man was hard to read. He walked around like a man who held the world on his shoulders and had been beaten by it. She heard the rumors around her clan, back when he was still around. That he’d brought back some halfling runt that wouldn’t amount to shit, just like him. Where Ak’ka did her damnedest to prove those rumors wrong, her dad didn’t seem to see the purpose. It was one of the rare areas they’d disagreed with. Shur’ma just kind of seemed to… roll with things.
Sometimes she wondered how true the rumors about him were.
At the very least, he loved his daughter, and tried his best for her. That included makin’ sure she knew how to use weapons and take care of herself when he couldn’t be there for her. And in turn, she looked after him, ‘till she couldn’t.
“Yer ma’s a smart woman.” Ak’ka nodded along in agreement as Little Champ described his mom’s honestly brilliant words of wisdom. It was kind of cute to imagine the little kid Ulrich attempting to defend a kid with all his might. “Even if you got the snot beat out of you, you’re still alive. And you stood up for something. Just like you’re about to stand for something now.”
Just like Ulrich was starting to get excited at the prospect of fighting a strong opponent, Ak’ka was chomping at the bit. The last time she’d had a worthy opponent was back when she fought the Abominable Snowman back in the World’s Crown, and that had been a damn good battle. She didn’t want to wait around much longer, not when the song of battle called to her.
“Yeah, there’s no point in waiting around with our thumbs up our asses. Let’s get moving!” She bounded forward with a speed and enthusiasm expected of someone of her size and stature, leaving Ulrich to follow until the two of them had left Thorock and made their way back to the surface.
And damn, that sunset was glaring.
Ak’ka had to shield herself as they stood on the arid ground of Dragon’s Cradle. For someone who’d lived in Frostgale her whole life, the violent weather and atmosphere of this place was still takin’ some getting used to. Still, she blazed forward, dead set on finding this damn minotaur and pounding some sense into him, when a thought finally occurred to her.
She stopped.
Turned back to Little Champion.
“Uh. Any idea how to actually track him?”
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Post by Ulrich Ambriz on Feb 14, 2023 16:12:55 GMT -5
The Big Lady stops and turns back to him a puzzled look and a question.
"Uh. Any idea how to actually track him?"
Ulrich lets a laugh escape him. He was so sure that she knew exactly where they needed to go! She lead the charge and he just went along with it! It looked like his upbringing in the Oh'Mek Tribe of King's Valley would come in handy this day.
"Well, I did happen to catch where that guy back there said he saw the Minotaur!" He walks up to Ak'ka with a warm and reassuring smile on his face, "And you're also in luck because I do have some skill in tracking and hunting!"
He speeds off in the direction of the Minotaur's last known position. He looks back to see Ak'ka keeping pace with him. In all honesty he knows that she could just bound past him no problem, but he's the one that knows how to track the thing down. They found themselves on the road where the beast was last reported and checks their surroundings thoroughly. He picks up on some tracks, and they're quickly on the move again!
They'd traveled quite a distance. The sun was gone now, replaced by the moon with it's soft light illuminating the forest around them. It had been a couple of hours, and they were now nearing their target's location. He also spots things in the grass sparkling from the moonlight.
"Ah, would you look at that. We're getting close." He picks up one of the sparkling objects, "He wasn't quite too careful with his spoils." He holds it up for Ak'ka to see. It's a golden Solar! There are so many more scattered before them in a straight line towards wherever he was hiding.
He looks over his shoulder to Ak'ka and winks. He sneaks his way between trees. He actually quite agile and sneaky. She might be wondering how he could've even made that much noise so clumsily back in the tavern. His movements were nothing like a clumsy person trying to stick to the shadows now. He also had this focused expression on his face— his eyes constantly scanning the environment— that showed this wasn't his first time sneaking around like this either.
Before long they found an entrance to a rock formation which formed a small cave. The Minotaur was in there with his treasures. They could hear him snoring from inside the cave. A campfire that had long been snuffed out hours ago lay in the middle of the open space between the cave and the forest.
"Well, it looks like we've found our quarry, my friend."
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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Feb 20, 2023 22:29:31 GMT -5
“You’re a little fighter and a hunter? Damn, you’ve got some skills.” Ak’ka whistled, watching Little Champion sprinted off in the direction of the minotaur’s last sighting, looking back every once in a while to see if Ak’ka was following. She stomped her boot on the floor, creeping up from nowhere and covering her feet to give her enough traction on the rocky floor to move fast enough and keep pace with Lil’ Champion.[1] Despite her height and frame, Ak’ka was no slouch, and there was nothing more horrifying than nearly four hundred pounds and seven feet of orc woman hurtling in your direction. She didn’t have any problem keeping up with Ulrich as he tracked down Kultta.
Eventually, the sun set, and Lil’ Champion began slowing down, explaining something about coins and spoils and all that. She crossed her arms, nodding along with a stern expression on her face and concentration set in the furrow of her brow. “Uh-huh. Yep. That makes sense to me.”
It did not make sense to her at all.
But Lil’ Champ knew what he was doing, and that was good enough for her. He’d gotten them this far, and the little guy was moving around with an ease and agility she hadn’t really expected for someone who looked like he could trip over his own two feet at any given moment. Maybe he was one of those guys who was unassuming until push came to shove. They were about to see soon enough, as the two of them got closer to the entrance of a small cavern, the rumbling sounds of snores coming from the inside. The signs of life all pointed to this being Kultta’s hideout.
“That means it’s showtime, Lil’ Champ.”
Ak’ka cracked her knuckles. The sound resembled someone breaking open a chestnut with a pair of metal clackers.
Ulrich, who seemed a more levelheaded and rational person, would probably take this moment to propose a plan. But Ak’ka heard none of it, already sprinting inside the cave with reckless abandon. Who needed plans when one had the strength of a bull to fight, well… a bull? All Ulrich would see was the orc woman running into the darkness of the cave, where she would unceremoniously grab the sleeping bull by the horns, and throw him out into the open with all of her might.[2]
Kultta was in for a rude awakening the second he hit the ground outside the entrance to their cave. 1. Frozen Feet 2. Bull's Strength
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