Thus are the parilous duties of mages and women: It came to me wrapped in rotted horse hide, a small swatch of yew tree bark with what could be known as no other then Orc conscriptions of high importance...a Will and testimony that the War Gawd himself has taken one of his victorious slaves 'Gibz" to the greatest of battle fields. For many years, there inside the grand heart of one of Minoc's most favored daughters; Xotche of Meade, has befriended Ga'kut the Orc and town leader for Paxlair on Chesapeake. She has withstood his unrulely temper tantrums, deplorable house keeping, evil nature towards elves and vile treatment horses. Many a time Xotche and Ga'kut have sided about the payment for said sacked stables and missing livestock. Always aware of the notorious wickedness of Orc's, Xotche kept an alliance between Orc and Human for someday an even stronger opponent would appear. On this occasion though, it was a Will and Testiment reading the following: <font color="blue"> Zotchee Humie, Gak prugh Bruddir Orkie dat leebid Gak suum teengz en deze uzg. Gak nub cin gid tu deze uzg tu collek demz teengz. Gak ib gibben eberiteeng tu lat. Lat beddur bi karfulz, suum ogh da teengz ib beri ebil. Nub clomp latzelb. Dis ib lyzid ogh eberiteeng demz prugh. *Gibs skrybbulz carved into a piece of tree bark from a mighty yew tree. (not the one you are thinking of..no, not that one either...It's the tree just a few screens north of that one)* Gak, Meez bekweeth tu lat eberiteeng meez prugh: Gakh Laglu ogh Dung Ash'dub Sorgh Ilid Kaaru Mangee mangee Ruk Hydez Dub Peepir ogh Neut Buurz Draagh ogh Ghaash Pyle ogh Ilid khlaatu Bashkaum daul Shiniez Fruum Asht Noakh ogh Grumgru .................................. Translation for your personal enjoyment Three Bags of Dung Twelve Severed Elf Heads Many many Horse hides Two Eye of Newt Dark Hammer of Fire Pile of Elf Ears Alliance Drum Gold Spirit Bone The Hand of Grumgru </font> All things to consider; from Orcs, never look at gift horse in the mouth it's a true insult. After reading the swatch of bark, Xotche broke into laughter that the only reason she was given this will is that Ga'kut was too lazy to deal with the passing of a brother himself! "Ha! Again that scrupulous orc has passed on his work to me! " Three weeks have transpired in Britanian time until Xotche and her beloved sister Felicity Dior (a fine craftswoman indeed) could make arrangments to travel trans-shard to the lands of Origin. There she was greated with the quiet bustling of shops and vendors in Luna for in Origin their are very few towns people, the dungeons are teaming with monsters and the forest are full of bounty. Along the shores of Trinsic, lied the bequeathed Keep of one Lord Gibz and all its belongings there inside. Such a long journey for these two ladies, burdened with the duties as caretakers to the estate. The Keep was in such deplorable shape, both women refused one nights stay inside and had to stable all animals and sleep at the Inn of Trinsic. Hiring enough merchants, servants and craftsmen to serve as army against the Keep; both women began the battle against orc nature and human. The stench of years worth of horse flesh, elf heads and disections of various other beast was enough to turn even an Ancient Wyvms 4 stomachs! A complete overhaul of stone and mortar, modifications of battlements into work rooms and stables, fresh linens and rugs vs. decayed moss and hay. Finally with complete inventory of 'shiniez' and 'teengz' Xotche managed not to spend any of her great fortunes left behind on beloved Chesapeake for this months endevor. "Turns out a profit afterall, won't Ga'Kut be disgusted, hehehe" Now comfortably set and nestled in new Keep, both sisters have invited other family and friends to visit, perhaps find some entertainment and become acquainted with some of Origins noblemen and women. At this time it is not certain how long these ladies will be away from their homelands in Chesapeake, for certain there is always trouble when orcs are left to their wicked plans and necessary visits are mandatory.