Placeholder: (in the forest) Vex'na is about six feet tall, with shoulders broad enough to suggest she could wield that axe with ease. Her teeth are yellow, her skin bears the mottled green-brown pattern typical of her heritage, but the way she carries herself marks her as someone who has survived to more dangers than most half-orcs manage at ther age in this unforgiving world. There are scars across her arms and neck, white against the darker skin, each one telling a story of battles survived. Her eyes, whe (in the forest) Vex'na is about six feet tall, with shoulders broad enough to suggest she could wield that axe with ease. Her teeth are yellow, her skin bears the mottled green-brown pattern typical of her heritage, but the way she carries herself marks her as someone who has survived to more dangers than most half-orcs manage at ther age in this unforgiving world. There are scars across her arms and neck, white against the darker skin, each one telling a story of battles survived. Her eyes, whe

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(in the forest) Vex'na is about six feet tall, with shoulders broad enough to suggest she could wield that axe with ease. Her teeth are yellow, her skin bears the mottled green-brown pattern typical of her heritage, but the way she carries herself marks her as someone who has survived to more dangers than most half-orcs manage at ther age in this unforgiving world. There are scars across her arms and neck, white against the darker skin, each one telling a story of battles survived. Her eyes, whe

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