Chapter 2 - Faydark in Turmoil
Tekilia disembarked the Rank Walrus eager to be on her way to the Faydark and away from the accursed ship with neither crew nor captain. She made her way through the sub-alpine meadows of Butcherblock Mountains noting a handful of squat stone structures along the path, each tended by never more than a pair of hairy little men. She spotted bandit camps in the valleys and goblin hovels near the the shores and in the crags as she traveled. She passed by the great hole of Aladin, home of the hairy little men. She could not be entirely sure of the pronounciation though; they spoke with a nearly unintelligible accent exacerbated by inebriation and mouths full of half-chewed leaves wedged between their gums and their lips.
It was midday when Tekilia entered the Greater Faydark. She set about the unsettling business of procuring the services of a soul binder. She hated magic. Worse yet, she hated being the subject of it. She hated the very idea of arcane taint upon her. Tekilia's mood soured as she searched for a binder. Unable to locate one, she set out in search of adventure at the sprawling orc outpost of Orc Hill. Tekilia thought it queer that the Emerald Warriors only stationed two sentries at the Orc Lift front with so many orcs so close to Felagan, the Great Treehouse of the Wood Elves.
At Orc Hill Tekilia encountered a fledgling band of young adventurers. Tekilia took pity on them and offered her services
"Hello! I am Tekilia Pu'Tang, Defender of Freeport, Beater of Ass," she thought it best to leave out any further reference to her homeland for now.
"Are you in [need]?" She asked.
"I need!" eagerly replied one of the little men. Thick chunks of Orc pudu matted the fur atop his bare oversized feet. Tekilia cringed at the sight of it, but joined the small band of adventurers nonetheless.
Tekilia burst into motion. Shuriken flew left and right, enraging orcs small and large as they were struck with the Pu'Tangese stars. Tekilia's comrades froze in terror as hordes of inkskins poured over them, but Tekilia knew no fear. She was a girl of action. With a thick rod in each hand, Teklia's arms wipped about cracking skulls and shattering testes as the orcs fell upon her. Her companions marveled at her martial proficiency and the party enjoyed great success. The battle burned fiercely.
Some time later...
Orcs stood idly about their decrepit dwellings, polluting the quiet air of the Faydark night with their repugnant stench. Tekilia's face twisted in disgust as the stink swam offensively through the brisk night air around her. She was hot and sweaty, drawing heavy breaths through her nose from exertion and would have found the night pleasant if it weren't for the damned orc menace and their stink!
A song elf chanted like a fairy - Tekilia had seen and heard several fairies since her arrivel to the Faydark - as she lured an orc centurion to their party's camp. Tekilia funneled her frustration into a powerful roundhouse kick as the smelly blue bastard swung at her woodland companion. The orc snorted with a shrill, swine-like squeal as its jaw unhinged, blanketing Tekilia's petite bare foot with orc saliva. She shuddered with revulsion and pummeled the maimed creature with the great justice of her thick sticks.
The orc's foul corpse dropped dutifully to the Faydark floor, emerging the searing transition of death a new bounty of Bertoxxulous as the fleeting gift of Nife was sponged hungrily by the bed of pine needles blanketing their Orc Hill. Tekilia was ill-fit to dispose of the corpses, but other members of her party embraced the task with a queer enthusiasm, relieving the dead of various trinkets in the process. Tekilia didn't fully comprehend it and just wished they would stop slipping coins into her pants. They were cold, heavy and distracting as they slipped around. She had little use for them anyway.
Tekilia had labored the trying rod of war for days, beating off orc after orc counter-assault. She'd razed the squalid encampment and the Faydark now worked at Tunare's will to erase any evidence of the blemish as it healed. It was a respectable experience and Tekilia had grown considerably. Her round kicks were more accurate and she'd only grown more skilled with the rods of war that she wielded. It was time to take the battle to the orcs, to reclaim the land they occupied, to put an end to Clan Crushbone.
And so it was that Tekilia Pu'Tang, Defender of Freeport, Heir to the Throne of the Pu'Tang Empire liberated the Faydark from the vile swell of Orc aggression. In one mighty strike the festering wound of Orc Hill was no more and the full righteous fury of Quellious settled on the blight of Clan Crushbone.