Poor Silanus, he was slightly dissapointed to hear that she doesn't know about the Fratians, about his roots, he really hope she did, since the dates were strictly similar. However, what he said was sadly, not fully true… The Fratians, even if in the past they were a much larger coalition of tribes and towns, united under one flag, it was never a vast empire as Silanus described. It was an empire merely by title.

The ancient Fratians were men and orcs who allied and attempted to leave their mark in history, competing against the much larger realms in Canelux. They used old-fashioned, out-dated equipment and armory, which, compared to the knightly armament, was way inferior. Perhaps that was the reason they were crushed and vanquished, forcing them to scatter and divide in small groups, or as they called it, Gens. Among those groups, only one survived the barbarian, orchish and human hordes; that group was the one that is currently ruled by Silanus, who dreams to reclaim his clan's past glory.

"Th-thrilling indeed Ink-Inka…" Said the leader of the men, with a serious look on his face. "The Fratii, as they called themselves in their ancient, forgotten language, have been defeated in a dark past, and we are the last remnants, the last survivors. Although very few of us come from a direct Fratian Bloodline, many are enlightened outsiders, who volunteered to join us!"

Silanus paused briefly, before continuing to speak: "Some people say that we are nostalgic fanatics, praising ancient people and Gods… The most daring ones say that we are reenactors and mere bandits and brigans… But, those who don't value their own life, call us maniacs… One day, even the Queen of Adeluna shall bow to us, the Fratian Gen!" Said Silanus, with a slightly malicious grin. "A Gen, or clan, that would surely welcome someone skilled in healing and brewing…" He said once again, with a smirk on his face, staring at Inka. 

Inka understood his disappointment because not many, nobody really had ever heard of her ancient people. She always figured it was because there was little to no record of them and they had vanished 200 years ago. Inka listened intently as he spoke about The Fratii - his story was something she could relate too. She believed him to be lucky that he was not alone but had managed to survive with others. What is wrong with praising the Gods of your people? Inka tipped her auburn haired head to the side, it moved like a messy wave, clinking and clanking variously because of all the bobbles and beads and other random things she had strung and braided into sections of her hair. This oddly angered her - she found the many Gods of different peoples so interesting. 

Healing, brewin, tis what I do. Inka shrugged her shoulders casually. She had never really thought about joining a clan before. But at this stage in her ancient life she really didn't see why she shouldn't. Inka eyed Silanus carefully for a long moment. If I join what is required of me? Her lips pressed into a flat line again. Her hands folded across her bare abdomen and rested there as she awaited his response. Aye, her brews were powerful and she was talented in many types. From poisons , gasses, to miracle elixirs  she was armed with many brewing possibilities. Did she mention she could do some pretty fun things with voodoo too? Inka's lips moved from a flat line to a sort of odd smirk. Will dem men accept a witch like me? A slender auburn brown arched with question. They had after all been so frightened of her upon their initial encounter, could she trust them? 

Inka asked Silanus a slightly innocent question. In these unforgiving lands, any man who didn't adapt to the main religious cult was considered a madman, especially if they praised ancient gods of a cult disbanded hundreds of years ago. "They simply fear what the do not know." answered Silanus, frowning his face. He now walked towards his horse and men, expecting Inka to follow his steps behind him.

As he walked, the general continued speaking, answering her other questions: "We are less than a hundred. If you join you are simply expected to do as you're told… You know, prepare concoctions, brew elixirs to help our warriors in battle… and perhaps even poisons and venoms, to help them in battle too…!" a brief moment of silence interrupted them.  As he arrived to his horse, Silanus began to simply caress it's fur, while still looking and speaking to Inka: "You simply gave a bad first impression, witch." Jokingly said Silanus, with a smirk on his face. "Those grunts that didn't trust you will do it once they see you have earned my trusts… Am I right men?" he asked, turning to the remaining soldiers. "Of course sir!" they replied, standing firmly.

Silanus mounted his horse and so did the remaining underlings. Now, the general extended his arm to Inka, and asked once again: "Perhaps a new… tribe… won't hurt, Priestess. Someone skilled in something else than combat would be a fine addition to our humble Genus, our clan… Family. Our city is not bad either." Of course, the Fratians, sadly, did not live in a city. Their "city" is actually a settlement, with some rather large wooden walls and gate, where their soldiers and so called "citizens" habited. It was something to be proud of, however!

Inka would literally follow his every footstep, listening. She could understand she supposed. Many feared Inka because of the way she looked, she was something long lost, long misunderstood and to those who loathed magic they loathed ones like Inka. "I see". Her voice was lower than usual, softer now. Less than a hundred was better than none, or one she thought to herself. Now Inka could definitely do as she was told but she did have at least on serious condition. 

"If I go, join, I have one…condition I tink is the word." Inkas eyes closed for moment as she thought. "Once a while I must walk with da spirits…freedom do walk may make Inka vanish for a day or two.." Spiritual walks were highly important, typically she would leave and walk through the spirit realm, appease her kind and supportive spirits and return. If she appeared many her brews became better stronger. "I always come back". 

If he agreed to this one condition Inka would happily try her luck with a new….family. A word or feeling she had long forgotten, long lost. Her hand extended directly towards Silanus who now extended his down towards her from atop his horse. If he took hold of hers she would take that as agreement to her simple condition. 

"A condition? Let's hear it out…" Thought Silanus after listening her first words. At first, he supposed she would ask for silver pieces, but later he guessed Inka wasn't quite a city girl, so she would find little use for such things. Silanus would accept whichever condition she had, if it was not unrealistic or excessive, of course.

After listening to Inka's condition, Silanus frowned and suddenly, a short moment or silence took place. "Walking with the spirits…" This was the first time the general heard such thing. Why would she need that? How often was that "once in a while"? He was doubtful to allow such a particular condition, but… Why not? It didn't hurt anybody, and she didn't take THAT much to come back and return to the "normal, mundane world", so why wouldn't he allow her only requisite, her only condition?

"Our culture, our gods, our way of thinking… All of those are different. But we have one thing in common, and that is that we are both seeking for a way to survive in this mundane, unforgiving world…" Said the general. His words interrupted the brief moment of silence. As Silanus extended his arm and held Inka's hand, he continued speaking: "You are free to go with your spirits, as long as you come back and help us once again. I don't see any problem. Just try to gain my people's trust, don't anger nor scare them…" He pulled her hand and mounted her in her horse. After that, he and his other underlings rode their mounts back to their homes. However, to avoid any patrol, they rode far away from the main road.

After some hours of riding, the soldiers stopped their horses, they would rest a while amongst the tall, strong trees and the tall grass of this region.

Inka eyed Silanus. She could read his wonder regarding her bizarre request.  She did not expect him to know what it meant or to understand it, but she would always happily explain it. Witch doctors, gain their power through the dead and their spirits. In order to have a successful and powerful brewer the more spirits she can appease the better it would be, more potent if you will depending on the brews purpose. They never took long and always only occurred briefly during her brewing. Her physical body would actually remain and yet her own spirit would part and then return. Sometimes she didn't not even need to depart - a simple dance with rattles and bobbles was all it took for most but at times when she had a more challenging spirit or she was trying to connect with one she was losing she would depart into the grey. 

"I understand…different tinking…" Inka sort of chuckled "Much different den 200 year old tinking eh?" She raised a finely kept brow. Following the pull of her hand Inka settled upon the back of her mount. This was odd for Inka she had not been much of a rider but she would definitely figure it out. "Don' worry Silanus, I wont scare them once they understand I am good". She was confident in this statement. And Inka rarely angered anybody, she liked different people different cultures they were something of interest to her. Golden eyes would gaze around as they traveled to some unknown area. She had placed her bone mask so that it sat upon the top of her head, rather than allowing it to cover half of her face. She realized this was an odd look for some, and could definitely be intimidating or strange enough to cause tension. 

So she tried her best to make herself appear …easier on the eyes if you will. Which, considering there wasn't much to her…shouldn't be that hard, or at least one would think. her hair was an auburn mess, wildly kept and pinned down in areas by random bobbles and trinkets. Her attire was extremely…simple green cloth which was lined with gold. Her feet?  Bare! the only other bits of her that were unusual was the several golden bands she wore around her wrists and upper arms, probably the only things of value she had always had. Today she dawned none of her spiritual face paint - but she did have odd tattoos which were covered by some of her golden hoops. Generally, she just looked like some tribal mess. 
"Where is this place?" Tall grass, strong trees? Inka hadn't been this far before. 

"Mmh? We didn't ride very far. Still the same region, we just got away from the commercial road. There are very few trees in this condemned place, but atleast they are sturdy and quite large." As Silanus answered to Inka, his other henchmen were preparing a fire. They have been on horseback since early morning; they deserved a rest. It was not easy to do a fire with such tall grass, but it was not impossible either. "No wonder there are few trees here! It's mostly hills in this place, and the few trees that grow are chopped down to build tribal camps… Such as the one we live in…!" The general remembered he hasn't spoke to Inka about their "almighty hideout."

"Y-you see… We have not quite a good reputation. The governors of almost every large city in Canelux wants me and my people dead… Don't think of us as bad people, you see… But we usually raid, loot, sack and raze small, insignificant villages or trade caravans." Silanus knew his acts were wicked, unethical and wrong. However, in such savage times, the man with the strongest sword-arm is the one who rules, and the weakest one must submit or perish.

"But isn't that what every empire does? Impose their rule on the weakest? Annihilate any rival? Place their banners on foreign lands? We are as good as any other empire." With a smirk on his face, Silanus continued his speech: "The only difference is that nobody recognizes our territory in their maps, so we must remind them."  Almost interrupting him, 6 armed orcs showed up. 5 of them had a thick armor and maces or axes made of orchish craftmanship, the remaining one was dressed in a vestment, probably a mage.

"We heard nuff!" Said one of the orcs, who seemed to be the leader. As he spoke, Silanus and his few soldiers stood up and readied their weapons. "So you are the infamous Tacitus Silanus huh? A rich fella in the city of Sviet has paid large amounts of silver to bring you to justice. It seems you have ruined one of his contracts! Hah! Take him out boys!" When the orc finished speaking, he pointed his large hammer at them, and 4 of his underlings ran towards them, ready to attack. The leader and the mage stood back, observing. "Sellswords to take ME out? How naive!" Yelled Silanus, igniting his sword in fire with a spell, readying himself to fight. "Unless you have some ancient sorcery, stand back Inka..!"  He concluded. It was so unexpected to find bounty hunters here!

Inka had enjoyed the ride, however far or long it may had been. Upon horse was something she hadn't done in ages, so it was a nice change and oh how her worn bare feet thanked her. "I see." So they hadn't gone as far as she felt they had. Trees had just been unexpected to her. "Camp looks nice" Inka nodded her head firmly, it was very suiting after all she had lived and grown in many camps such as this one. Golden eyes drifted as Silanus kept speaking, glancing about the faces whom were nearest to them. Memorizing those that would now be "friendly" to her. "You are right. Survival of the strongest is the simplest truth. If not strong, you die." Inka shrugged her shoulders rather casually, after all her people had become weakened themselves and had been lost to those who were greater than they had been. To Inka, it was just a part of the cycle of life and she understood it better than anyone. 

She smelt them before she saw them. Orcs. Inka had yet to slip from horses back. But her hand moved down slowly, slipping into the small leather satchel that she had been carrying close to her hip. A vile is what she would grasp, filled with a strange purple liquid. Her auburn head tilted to the side - fingers which grasped the vile worked softly to push the cork firmly into the vile, tightness was key. The bridge of her nose wrinkled as Silanus jumped into action. Of course she had some ancient sorcery - some she would easily lend to her new friend, Silanus.

The hand in which held the vile would lift just enough to toss the fragile container at the feet of the Orcs whom threatened Silanus. When it hit the group beneath the feet of the Orcs it would break open - Inka muttered a few things to herself as she lifted her hands again. Sliding her bone mask down to shield her face. From the broken vile a thick yet thin mist spiraled up towards the faces of the Orcs - if they inhaled the purple mist - they surely would have one hell of a trip. Now, Inka was unsure of what scared Orcs - but whatever it was that did is what they would see. For some they saw and felt spiders, or scarabs crawling on or beneath the surface of the skin. Others were attacked by face-eaters, which dwelled within the sands of some places and sucked the life from their very lips. And yet - it was always just an illusion - something to terrify them so badly that they became petrified and unable to move. This was the type of brews Inka had been working on lately. Illusionary brews, battles within the mind. They were complicated, so complicated that if they failed to bring illusionary terror that they would slowly be nothing more than a lingering poison that paralyzed the limbs slowly. 

Oh, and don't worry - Silanus would be unharmed if he himself inhaled the fumes of her brews. After all, that's what her muttering had been about - a bit of protection gifted from Inka, making him immune to anything she threw at them. 

"Maybe da brew shall help". Inka remained where she had always been, upon horse back. However, if needed she would assist Silanus on foot but she figured he could handle them with out without her. And here, high up was the best view for her currently. 

It was incredible to see how his foes fell on the ground, yelling and moving as they laid on the floor, until they finally stopped. Were they dead? They seemed to be. Silanus immediately covered his nose; at first he thought Inka's brew would damage him too, but later one he realized he was immune. She must have used a spell to protect him, how convenient!

The other soldiers that accompanied Silanus simply stood back and watched. They didn't know if they were immune to Inka's brew, so they preferred to not risk it. The field was cleared, every orc was on the ground, even their "chief". "Look, over there, in the air!" Exclaimed one of Silanus' soldiers that watched from the distance. It was the orc that was wearing a vestment, the one who didn't charge to battle and stood besides his boss; he was levitating in the air!

"Think you can of striking sorcerers with simple brews? Offensive!" Yelled the levitating orc. "But it is of brew and alchemy I have never seeings before, must admit. T'was hard to counter it, but immunity magic always beatings alchemy!" Immediately after he finished speaking, the sorcerer fired a huge ice icicle at Silanus, but luckily he was able to block it with his large shield.

An icy wind soon surrounded the orchish mage, and then a powerful blizzard took place in the grasslands. Without thinking twice, Silanus sheated his sword and pulled out his javelin, then tossed it at the sorcerer. It was a perfect shot, and managed to pass through the powerful wind. However, even if the orc now had a large javelin through his abdomen, it was still in the air, with his eyes glowing with energy, as if nothing happened. Soon, the other troopers did the same and threw their javelins at the sorcerer, but he was still there, resisting their piercing blows.

The orc pointed his hand at the people below and the blizzard's wind covered them, freezing them in solid ice. Everyone except Inka, who the mage didn't consider as a threat, and of course, Silanus, whose burning sword protected him. Silanus dropped his shield, and with his free hand he casted an agility spell; now that his mobility had increased, the general sprinted towards the levitating orc, then jumped about seven meters in the air and with his blazing sword, slashed the sorcerer in half. A truly amazing sight to see! The blizzard had stopped and the frozen soldiers broke free. The threat was finally over.

A boastful laugh interrupted the scenario, it was, obviously, Silanus'. "Damn, this must've been the third bounty hunter group in this week, right boys? Never seen a mage though. Go and try to make a fire, lets just hope the snow in the floor is not a problem… And cook something I'm damn hungry!" As he ordered, his troops obeyed and soon started a new fire. The general walked towards Inka and asked "Are you fine? That poison of yours really made things easier, truly impressive really! …here, take this, the air is still cold after that 2 minute-blizzard, haha!" After finishing speaking, Silanus removed his large cloak and gave it to Inka, who seemed to have few clothing. "We will eat and rest a little, then we'll go to our main camp… Then we can finally end this gods-forsaken trip!"

Golden eyes once more observed what had happened around her. It had been many a year since she witnessed any sort of battle on any scale. It was however, amusing. She had forgotten what battle looked like. Inka seemed pleased with herself - her complicated brew worked! it was one of the many newer brews she had been tirelessly working on - seeing it effect those orcs how it had made her extremely happy. A smile had crept across her lips, yet it was hidden behind the skull of bone that covered most of her face. Her mist had settled rather quickly - the orc mage who had at one point been hovering in the air had made quite a mess of these dry  lands.

She shivered slightly, until Silanus handed her his large cloak. Inka took this as a kind gesture and wrapped it tightly about her form, of course by now she had slid off horses back and stood near the beast. Helm of bleached bone was pushed back up once more so it rest upon the crown of her head, no longer covering most of her face. Inka muttered something regarding the nerve of orcs, brews were more then alchemy! they embodied the souls of life itself, orcs should feel more threatened. Oh..her muttering stopped rather rapidly..Inka had forgotten that Witch Doctors hadn't been seen for quite sometime…so never mind. Inka shook it off before she turned her auburn haired head to Silanus. 
"Danks for this." She pulled his cloak about herself a bit tighter, it was amazingly warm already. She would return it to him as soon as it was not so chilly - He wasn't wrong she did have few clothing - actually, all that she wore was all that she owned. Ragged tribal cloths that were definitely not made for cold climates. 

"You are good with skill" Inka's horrible common was going to have to be her next venture, make it better she thought; she sounded as silly as those orcs! Inka did not mind all orcs mind you - just ugly ones. "I am good." She nodded. "are you the hunted?" What Inka meant was - was there a bounty on your head Silanus? She moved slowly over closer to him - inspecting him from the inside out - no damage. "I have many better brews then todays" She smirked. Food sounded good. 

Inkas hand moved about beneath the cloak, digging in her bag again. After a moment she removed another vile, this vile was small, round and had a string attached to it from the cork so it could be worn if desired. The vile was no bigger than a quarter and it was the color of liquid fire, reds and oranges swirled within the glass container. 
"Here." Her hand was poking out from under the cloak, extended to Silanus. "Dis be liquid dragon fire…" A gift for Silanus. "You take…Orcish winter no match for dis". Inka shook her hand slightly urging him to take it. When he did, if he did, he could feel the warmth that emitted from the small round vile. "But take care with it…deadly…big boom" He could use this in many ways. Throw it so it acted like a bomb or he could open it and drop a small bit of it onto wood or kindling and create instant flame. It could be helpful or it could be destructive, it only mattered how you intended to use it. 

Once he took it she would turn about upon the heels of her feet and look about to see whom had started and fire and where.