[Orkashak]

Post Fractum XV, Winter, Dianara, Mid-Brightening, Kalendryas, Eighteenth Brightening of Era I

The water glittered brilliantly underneath the rocking vessel while it sailed toward the Imperia harbours. Orkashak looked deeply upon the horizon, patiently awaiting the ship to arrive at the dock. He never did much sailing, so he was eager to get off the boat for good. He hoped to find new opportunities for his life in this new world. His tribe had been nearly destroyed in a blood feud that had been lasting for the past decade, and after the death of his family he could no longer bear to fight the opposition.

He felt both excited and ashamed. He felt ashamed that he had abandoned his clan. He felt excited to start anew here, in Imperia. All his life he had been fighting, killing... He did not know what to expect in a civilized area such as this. The trip had taken nearly a week and he grew impatient every day that passed. He scratched his scar that went from his left shoulder to his elbow. What could he do but wait?

Orkashak had bright green eyes that seemed to peirce your very soul. He was a giant, even for a Dorin he was huge, standing seven foot three. He had a strong body, bulging muscles rippled underneath his furry flesh. He wore only a pair of tan leather pants, for he had heard that clothes were necessary in civilized places. He had a long face, and big round eyes.

"Land ho!" The shout started Orkashak's heart.

He looked out toward the front of the boat, seeing a long line of dark blurs on the horizon. He sighed, and laughed.

About time...He said to himself.

When the ship hit land, the long boarding planks hit the deck, and the ship's crew made a path for the hulking Dorin. He had his bundle over his shoulder, and looked down at a peice of parchment that detailed where his new living quarters would be. The dock was swarming with activity. Many people were running about getting ready to sail again. Orkashak looked up toward the sky.

Home.