Ivy & Orsimer
Ivy
I’ve been sketching a moonlit forest beast that could fit into an orcish saga—ever imagined a cryptid that roams the ruins under starlight?
Orsimer
Yeah, picture a hulking beast with antlers like shattered bones, its eyes glowing like embers, stalking the crumbling stone of an abandoned orc camp. We call it the Moonlit Maw—half wolf, half nightmare, and it feeds on the echoes of forgotten orcish war chants. It's got a secret love for starlight and a habit of carving runes on walls just to confuse the living. If you ever spot one, make sure you’ve got a fire‑proof torch, because it doesn’t care if you’re a hero or a joke.
Ivy
That’s a gorgeous, eerie little creature—moonlight as its compass, echoes as its feast. I’ll sketch its antlers in a swirl of night‑sky ink, but be careful, the runes might be a maze even for a curious dreamer like me.
Orsimer
Nice vibes, yeah. Just make sure those runes don’t turn your sketch into a cursed labyrinth—dreamers get lost faster than orcs in a maze of bones. Keep the ink sharp, and remember: the Moonlit Maw prefers a good story to a good night.
Ivy
I’ll keep the lines clean and the ink sharp, so the Moonlit Maw only gets to haunt my stories, not my pencils.
Orsimer
Sounds good—just remember the Maw hates tidy pencils, so if it starts scratching your ink, give it a taste of orcish fire and it'll be satisfied. Happy sketching.