Sherry
The curious Orc was wandering the plains of Whiterun, following a beautiful blue butterfly.

"Mr. Butterfly, where are we going? We are far from the road." He asked the insect as if he could speak to it. The simple butterfly kept flying around, leading the dim-witted Orc astray.

Soon Ramoore entered a small patch of forest and not long after the butterfly would fly away.

Ramoore frowned as his friend now left him alone.

"Where am I? Butterfly left me alone..." He sighed and crossed his arms, thinking... Well trying too. 

Ramoore then saw smoke not far ahead. Smoke meant people, people meant Whiterun. The far distant city was not Whiterun because Mr. Butterfly had already led him to Whiterun.

"Aha! There's Whiterun. It's smaller than I remember. It was mistaken for a City by dummies. Haha...' The Orc laughed as he stomped towards the smoke.

The smoke was coming from a camp, the camp belonged to some bandits resting from a recent robbery. They heard the rather large Orc's stomps as he approached the camp. On guard the pair of 7 men stood up.

"Ah! Whiterun! I finally found you!" Ramoore called out to the band of men.

The bandits were dumbfounded, who was this man? No matter, he seemed like easy pickings with their numbers.

"You're far from home buddy. We can point you towards actual Whiterun, if you do us a favor." One of the bandits stepped forwards.

"I am far from home, my home didn't want me. But this is Whiterun... Mr. Butterfly had lead me here." Ramoore protested.

The bandits held their laughter, who was this guy? He must've hit his head... Or perhaps Orcs were really this dull.

"Sure buddy, this is Whiterun and i'm the Jarl. Now we ask you for your money, give us all of it." He asked, but knowing that the Orc was dumb he was willing to play along.

Ramoore sighed. The Jarl was the king of the Nords, King of Whiterun. He must obey.

"Okay." He sighed.

Ramoore then pulled out a heavy coin pouch and opened it. The bandits' eyes widened, it was like stealing cand

Y from a baby. Literally.

Ramoore however started counting.

"One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... T-ten... Elven..." He started.

"What are you doing?" The bandit scoffed.

"Counting silly... I mean my lord... I forgot..." He told the bandit.

"One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven..." Ramoore went back to counting.
Pamela
A cat arrived at the camp, unseen by the Bandits, it taps the orc's leg with its paw, "Pssst, hey, big fellow." It whispers, "Word of advice, this isn't Whiterun, it's a camp, and those fellows over there seem to be trying to rob you." He says. The cat had a blue patterned cloth on its back, its legs had small bracelets on them, and had some form of jewellery on its head. "My apologies if I threw off your counting."
Sherry
He had a shocked expression.

"B-but... Butterfly lead me here. It took me to Whiterun." He sounded like the butterfly had betrayed him.

"Hey catass, let this man pay the Jarl his debts. Why don't you buzz off?" Bandit instinctly called out.

"Wait, did the cat just talk?" He added.

Ramoore than looked at the money.
"Uhhhhhh..." He groaned.
Pamela
"Oh yes I see the confusion. The Butterfly must have led you to Whiterun hold not the city Whiterun. They get confused a lot." He says, then looks at the bandit who called him 'catass', staring directly at the bandit his right paw glows purple, then stops. Behind Jo'Del and Ramoore a black bear appears, "Say that again, sir? I couldn't quite hear you, cat ears aren't quite as perceptive as you'd think."
Sherry
"I love purple." Ramoore pogged when the paw glowed purple.

The bandits got tense.
"What kind of cat is that? When did they have magic?" One asked.

"Fuck if I know. Let's just do it the hard way." The bandit charged.

As the bandit was about to strike the cat, Ramoore grabbed him by the neck and growled.

"NOBODY HURTS THE PURPLE KITTY!" He yelled.

The man's face began to turn purple as veins began to bulge around Ramoore's arm.

With a loud cracked the bandit went limp.

"I HATE WHITERUN! RAAAAAAHHH" Ramoore yelled and charged at the bandits. Dropping his gold and pulling out his Battle Axe.
Pamela
He lowers his head and hisses when the bandit attempted to strike him. When Ramoore charges in he waves his paw, the bear joins the fight. Jo'Del uses telekinesis to collect all the gold back into the pouch, tying it off. Then moves in on the nearest bandit jumping at them, clawing their face then watching as they collapse onto the ground as the Weight of the World spell takes effect.
Sherry
Ramoore would cleave a guy in two as his immense strength was overpowering. The one that Jo'Del was killing finally died from the scratches.

Two bandits charged at Ramoore, one shoving a spear into his side but Ramoore shrugged it off and would with one heavy sweep cleave the guy's head off.

The other bandit however was quick and dodged the other swing before clashing against Ramoore.

Four bandits remained and two charged at the cat while the other two would attempt to shoot at Ramoore with range. One a spellcaster and the other a bow user.
Pamela
The bear would charge and maul one of the 4 charging at Jo'Del. Jo'Del casts Suppression Field, creating a bubble that prevents magic from being cast, but also damages enemies within. He bobs and weaves between the bandits, occassionally leaping about and clawing at at the bandits.
Sherry
Ramoore finally got done cutting down the bandit that had stabbed him.

Jodel would kill the ones that were targeting him.

All that left were the final two.

The Mage would try to cast a spell but soon his magic faded away, as for the archer she was quick to roll out of the suppression field but as she looked at the mage who began to burn from the field. Ramoore would sprint at him and lob his arm off before kicking his organs in with a hefty kick. He fell the dead.

The last bandit dropped her bow and decided to run off. But Ramoore was quick to chase after her, she dropped on her knees and began to lose it.

"Wait! Wait! Please I surrender! I don't want to die!' She cried out.

Ramoore stopped and gritted his teeth, grabbing her by the back of the head and dragging her towards Jo'Del. The Redguard woman kept on crying and crying as she kept of thinking she was going to die.

Once he got her close to the cat, he would shove her face into the dirt.

"SAY SORRY TO PURPLE CAT! NOWWWWW!" He demanded from the woman.

"Okay! I'm sorry Purple Cat!" She cried and looked up at the small kitty.

"Please don't kill me! I-I just wanted to leave! I'm sorry!" She cried, snot beginning to form.

Ramoore looked at the all knowing Purple Cat, what was her fate?
Pamela
"Let the woman live. It's not right to kill a surrendering foe." He says, cleaning his paws. The bear returns to Jo'Del's side, sitting with a huff
Sherry
He nodded and let the woman go.

"Thank you purple cat!" She cried with joy and ran off, hopefully never to be seen again.

Ramoore looked at himself he was bleeding.

"Ouch." He groaned and pulled out a potion, it had a scent of cherry. It looked tiny in his big hands as he drank it like how Shaq drinks a bottle of water.

"Mmmm Cherry." Ramoore sighed with relief as his wound began to heal.

"Thank you Purple Kitty, I didn't know they were bad men." He thanked Jo'Del.
Pamela
"You're very welcome, sir." He says, "I believe introductions are in order. I am Jo'Del, what might your name be?" He asks, sitting on the head of the bear for just a little bit of extra height, "Oh, I believe you'll want this." He says, levitating the the coinpurse over to Ramoore
Sherry
"J-Jo..." He paused.
"Joe Del..." He nodded.

"I am. Ramoore Strongjaw, I am homeless."He smiled.

Ramoore would then keep on sippin on his potion as he would get the money, that was his money. But he forgot.

"Thank you Joe Del, but I do not need money for your help. I can make my own money, men with beards tell me to kill big bears and I get shiny coins. Beer, women, and food." He told him, offering HIS money to Jo'Del.
Pamela
"Close enough." He says, "A pleasure to meet you Ramoore, although homeless by choice or circumstance?" He asks, then laughs as Ramoore tries to give him the coin purse, "That is your coin purse, my friend. You dropped it when the fighting started. I'm quite well off, myself, so I don't need it."
Sherry
Ramoore nodded and took his money back, tying it around his waist and giving a pat of approval.

"My home hated me, they said I was like a rock... But that a rock could do more than me. They scared me away, said I was no good. I just like to sleep in holes, bigger holes with bears, houses nobody lives in, or the ground." He told him, seemed like he was from a clan and nobody wanted him in for his lack of intelligence. 

"But I do good, all I want is friends. The butterflies don't ever curse at me or bite me. They sometimes land on my fingers and guide me to treasure or food. I like to follow them a lot." He told the wizard.

"Can you do the purple hand thing Joe Del?" He asked, like a child wanting to see a magic trick.