An orcs new home

[Arsadon Slakara]

Home. most people considered this to be a reflective of their personality, something they lived in that they had spent time, effort, and crowns to make it appear nice to complete strangers. Any passerby could tell that the owner of this paticular house did not exactly think that way. It was wooden, like most of the houses in Arios. The place was not painted and had a few windows dotted on the walls, one for each room.

Most people did the same to the insides of their abode, decorating it with fancy rugs, paintings and the such to make any company they had feel more comfortable. The orc that lived here did not have company, and because of all the magic in the air, he did not sleep, making him question why he had bought this place anyways.

It was three rooms on the inside, the front door (and only door) opened up into the main room, completely empty, branching off from the main room were to other rooms, one to the left and another to the right. Walking into the room on the left, one would most likely begin to think "How boring". This room was a kitchen and dining room, consisting of a table, a single chair, and two cupboards, along with everything else a standard kitchen had. Upon walking into the room to the left, one would begin to realize just how absent minded the person who had built the house was. The room to the right was a bedroom, a dresser to the left of the doorway and a built in bed on the far wall. What someone who never slept would possibly do with a bed was beyond the orc.

After twenty years of the same old thing in the same old house, the orc was beginning to wonder just what adventures was awaiting him. So after a few careful weeks of planning and ironing out all of the details, writing everything he planned to do on a piece of paper to not waste any time, the orc shook his head and threw out the paper, deciding that if he truly did want a life of adventure, planning and detailing would not exactly be the way to do it.

The orc decided to change himself completely, thinking that the best way to bring some excitement into his life would be to learn just exactly what was in the air, or at least found out how to use some of his own. He had never questioned the strange magic that made the trees grow fast, that kept him awake all hours of both the day and night, assuming that it was just nature, and not something to be questioned. He thought of it as the same kind of magic that made a flower, a completely brainless plant, bloom once spring had come around. But now he wanted power like that, going even so far as to change his name. And with that, Arsadon walked out the door, heading for nowhere in paticular, just something that might catch his attention.