"Elf cunt! I show you! I fuck you raw!"" Rorg was furious! Even from her vantage point, Cinder could see the maroon apoplexy in Rorg's face. With a mighty roar, the beastial orc charged at Cinder's tree. She puts an arrow deep into his shoulder, but he is unfazed! As she notches another arrow she is almost knocked from her tree as Rorg bodily slams into it. There is a cacophonous wrenching of wood as the tree begins to list, it is no longer standing straight. As he backs away from the trunk, Cinder takes another shot and sinks it almost straight through him as he cleaves a large chunk of wood from the tree. He backs up and begins to swing again, but there is no more strength in him as his lifeblood leaves him. Orcs always died hard. This one was no different. He slowly sank to his knees, then face planted in the dirt, gone from the world just that quickly.<br/><br/>It was a close call, running into that slaver band. It was closer still that Cinder almost became breeding stock for them. An unending hell of rape and buggery with the only rest being moments when she'd pass out from exhaustion, or the brief moments of welping another orc before they decided to put another in her. Cinder loosened her hangman's tie and winced from her side and leg ached from where the javelins hit her. Two inches to left and it might have been really serious. A bandage, some healing salve that stung like hell, and a few days and she'd have faint scars to show off the next time she was in town.<br/><br/>The tree still seemed steady enough, even with a massive crack and flinders torn from it. Looking around Cinder could make out that she was on a slightly higher hillock and the tree she was in was also that much taller than the other trees, affording her a good view of the surrounding area. The sight was impressive.The Sword Mountains were white and jagged from wind and rain erosion and the surrounding. With the sun up, it seemed the colors of the Kryptgarden were not as washed out as when she was on the ground. In the distance, there was a parting of trees. It was hard to tell with distance, but it looked like it might be rather large. Durnan said there were black stones... there! in the same large clearing, there were too many black rocks to be happenstance.  Trekking on foot would take most of the day, her horse would be way faster, but no telling where it ended up if it wasn't halfway back to one of the southern villages by now...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Opposed Roll. Cinder's Performance +5 vs Rorg Insight +0<br/>12+7=19 vs. 6+0=6<br/>The orcs, while savage and pretty mean in a stand up fight, don't really hold up against a good shot and also up in a tree. They tried to knock her out with javelins, but it was pretty much a done deal when just the one couldn't get to grabbing one or two off the ground under Cinder's watch. Looking for the horse would be a Survival or Animal Handling Check, heading to the black stones is easy enough since she saw which direction to head in.<br/></div></div>