Morqui'n Sha'alm
Malish'k- meaning wife Morqui'n Sha'alm (a.k.a. Morq)
Her Name is Morquin, she was raised among her clan of Orc's with a cruel father who she has grown a great resentment for over her years of living. She married at a late age for her kind and soon had to flee in order to make sure of her child's survival. Her husband gave her the only kindness she'd ever known and so they have promised their souls to each other.
A large creature standing 6'8" and weighing 285lb Morq is a peculiar half breed of a Tiefling and an Orc. This has caused many troubles for her. Now she helps some strangers who wandered into her home to get back to where they belong.
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Alignment
Neutral
Age
32
Date of Birth
490/Mori/ 47
Children
Gender
Female
Eyes
gold
Hair
Black
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Dark Green
Height
6'8"
Weight
285
A Final Day In The Wilds
Year 2023, May 15
i awoke at the night and made my way to the tavern below, my son asleep in the bed, I'll fetch him when the others wake. He been too involved in the battles. I fear my enemies may use him against me. These officers that have my image i fear may follow me as far as possible.
We made it to the seer's domain she has said to give my husband passage. I hope her word is true. As i passed through the veil of the drink i arrived in a forest of small tree's with an even smaller deer, not as many antlers or as tall. A rustle came from brush, i stayed silent watching how this realms nature worked, a large white wolf leapt from the brush and sank it's jaws on it's neck, a crunch rang out and it seemed to glance my way before feasting on the meal and i was taken away.
I arrived on a yard, under a tree where three stones beneath as well. the reading seem to be a family and i read the name of Jenson's friend on one. One stone was covered with growth, i moved to clear it, so those at rest may see the sky clearly. Yet i fell through.
I awoke in a stone surroundings, i made my way to the roads where the 'cars' as called rushed by, must be a busy day. A stranger appeared behind i aimed my bow, they asked for food as i tried to gather information yet the stranger lied through their teeth. I gave promise of gruesome deaths if they tried to bring harm. The left stating the memory of me will not be forgotten. This space is strange, buildings i've never seen before.
Between an Isle and a Mountain
I got as far as the docks, before these strange officers holding my image on a wanted poster were seen interrogating Tulio with a child involved. I stepped in not seeing the poster at first . Once seen i raced off in attempt to escape the officers. After a series of near escapes i became cornered in an alley way where i grew desperate enough to shout for help. A shadowed figure in a cloak broke me an opening. i dashed away making sure to keep my feet in motion, though the sounds of battle drew me to slow as the weight of another's life being threatened for mine made my legs halt. Yet they came rushing around shouting to rush on. I followed, not affording the risk of being caught.
We travelled below the city into what the figure named The Burrow. There the figure revealed their identity, Locke was their name. they explained the place and what i can find. Turns out i found a friend in her with connections to a smuggler who i was to be my place of rest for the night. The smuggler in question is an elderly gnome Gardner. He explained being retired but once i offered the pay, shined his whistle and began his play.
In the morning Locke had come to speak with my host, who muttered about these Bozo's who challenged the recent lord over the burrow through force and bloodshed. As she spoke it dawned on me that those young ones Geartrude, Jaime, and Jenson had gone and done something idiotic. To remedy this i spoke to Locke and convinced her to direct his wrath towards me if he chooses to pursue them.
Locke guided me back to the inn we had been staying at, I had only a moment of peace before the trio came into the room on edge. I was worried, i attempted to smack a little sense back into their heads, but was avoided by all except Jaime.
We then spoke, they spoke of being able to return to their world and bring me and my son along. Yet how could i leave when i know my husband is on his way to me. Rogmier, my beloved and idiotic love. They were persistent that i go along, insisting that he'll be safer, and that the fate of the realms depended on their small group. Not being able to abandon her three young ones she reluctantly agreed her blood cold at the thought of her son having to be unable to meet his father.
The Calender of the Primal Wilds breakdown
Year length 311
events 1
Number of months 6
Months
1 "Arinya"
2 "Fairë"
3 "Endaurë"
4 "Fifíru"
5 "Lómë"
6 "Mori
Days per month
Arinya=51
Fairë =52
Endaurë=52
Fifíru=52
Lómë=52
Mori=52
week length-9
Weekdays
1 "Mein"
2 "Edwen"
3 "Nail"
4 "Canhui"
5 "Lefnui"
6 "Enchui"
7 "Ochui"
8 "Tolhui"
9 "Nedrui"
Number of moons 3
moons
1 "Maiden"
2 "Mother"
3 "Crone"
lunar cyc
Maiden 10
Mother 25
Crone 38
lunar_shf
Maiden 1
Mother 2
Crone 3
year 552
first_day
A Touch of Wrath
Year 552/ Endaur"e/ 42
We found Jaime, but he was changed. I don't know what was done to him. He seems- i'm unsure, but i feel this burning inferno inside of me. This stranger-this Witch..I pray that if my arrows cannot release my wrath, that Ag'e will send the wild hunt upon them. May her hounds rip their flesh as slowly as time flows. This is a slight as great as harming my own child, and one i will never forgive, but now, we must simply escape this under water society of Fucked Shit.
Items can be replaced but not lives. No more distractions! we must leave, even if I have to destroy this entire shit hole. We will get out.
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