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After translating for Aelestra, Terrence drew his ax, seeing both of his companions charging in. “It is regrettable that you did not take our offer. Unfortunately, I do not think you will have the opportunity to make that mistake twice.” The orc moved forward on the leader, bringing his weapon...

The orc furrowed his brow in feigned disapproval, he stroked his beard as if contemplating Janna’s offer deeply, he hummed a low tone, trying his best to put on a performance to strike “a deal.” In reality he was surprised they hadn’t offered up a number after his initial offer, there were far...

Terrence gave another brief glance at Edoardo after seeing him take what appeared to be the full effect of the sea brine before looking back to Janna. "Coin, spice… Wine.” Terrence withdrew about ten small vials, half containing cinnamon, and the other half containing cloves. Next he withdrew...

Terrence led the trio after the kobold treading warily behind him as the underground dealer guided them to his “headquarters.” This hadn’t been the first time the orc found himself in underground dealings, though usually they were less literal, located in the maze of Dandolio’s alleyways or...

With their tasks and forces divided, Terrence turned with a nod, heading to the sewers with Edoardo and Aelestra. The short journey there was simple enough, it wasn't hard to find based on the smell alone. Terrence pulled out his handkerchief again holding it up to his face, “It seems at every...

"The sewers sound fine with me.” Terrence said, listening as everyone else decided upon how they were going to split up. The sewers in fact did not sound fine to him, but the orc figured if something were to go wrong at the custom house, or the shakedown, the likelihood that him being there...

Terrence got up and moved along with everyone else as Ornam begrudgingly guided them to their to-be captain. The orc quickly pulled out his own handkerchief shortly after Reece and Vera had covered their own noses, the smell of stables was never a favorite of his. He was shocked to say the least...

Terrence laughed and smiled along with each of the party member’s tales, sipping happily from his tankard as he enjoyed the pleasant atmosphere. A small twinge of longing pinged within him as he was reminded of his family, furthermore his mother's cooking. He let the thoughts slip away from him...

With a simple nod and smile to Aelestra, Terrence held up a hand to call for the bartender. “A tankard of milk for the fine lady here, would you?” Without skipping a beat, he took the monk’s first drink, placing it next to his own, which he grabbed and chugged down along with Levy. His ears...

“Ah, well, I will drink to that!” He raised his tankard up to any who would meet it before taking a swig of the mead. It certainly wasn’t the best Terrence had had, but by no means bad. He set the drink down, turning to the draivir. “How about you Miss Landsknecht? I suppose I could assume how...

Terrence took a seat at the table glad that he wasn’t the only one yearning for a bit of unwinding, it seemed like it had been an eternity since they were somewhere with a solid roof and without the immediate threat of danger. Though he supposed that was always able to change at the drop of a...

The Golden Talon proved to be a cozy little affair and much to Terrence’s relief it seemed their contacts were expecting them, and even past that well received their arrival. ‘Some perhaps a bit more so than others,’ The orc thought to himself as he watched in awe as the giantess of a woman...

A significantly light load on Terrence's back shifted about as he organized his scant belongings a bit. It was much lighter than he'd usually travel with, but his main gripe was that he wished he'd brought a bigger bag. The satchel he had with him currently was barely large enough to hold an...

Terrence had always been curious about the western continent, although the few interactions he'd heard from traders in Dandolio with the elves did seem to leave much to be desired. Still, it was an exciting prospect, his merchant mind taking the reins to his thoughts for a moment, a concern...

Listening to the conversation between the Guardian and Arnas made Terrence start to question whether the original payment set forth by the magician would actually be worth the amount of grief their adventure had brought them so far. The stones certainly fetched a pretty penny in Dandolian...

Terrence’s heavy breathing slowed when he noticed the knight's body grow limp from his blow. He'd just turned to face his next foe, the sounds of battle and chaos all around, when he'd felt the distortion. Before he realized it, they were back outside the accursed town, inside the scholars’...

“Mmph- uck!” Terrence grunted in pain as he felt the soldier’s spear dig into his right thigh. “Fine then, allow me to award your impatience!” He roared, kicking his free leg into the knight's gut in order to pull his ax free of the armor. He grabbed the soldier's spear in place and swung his ax...

Terrence held back a small groan, the pain from his leg numbed by the adrenaline coursing through him at this point. He focused on this breathing, steadying the uneven rhythm as he recalled the years of dueling practice. After his swift punch to the soldiers face, the orc grew quiet, his face...

He pulled his ax back just in time to catch the blade of another soldier aiming to gut him. A clang from the clashing blades was followed by a hiss of pain escaping through Terrence’s gritted teeth as the knight finally managed to land a blow on the orc. He wasn’t so quick to lose his bravado...

“Hah! Surely you can do better, paladin!” Terrence continued to taunt the knight even after his blow landed true. “I did not think you would take my words to heart! Perhaps I should have told you to run for the hills! HA HA! Vidyut!” He shouted the magical command as he readied his next attack...