Lanka felt free, as she shed her body to return to the spirit world. But this was not her time to leave this realm. For today the orc's child-spirit waited, ready to be brought into the world of flesh and earth. "Come child" her thoughts reached out, "You be strong mind, strong will, you make for you body strong in flesh world." Others, she knew, needed to be shown the way to return from the spirit. Others, but not her; not her child. "No path lit for orc to follow, must find strength to make own way - strength to force earth to body, water to blood, air to breath, fire to life."
As she prepared her child for the journey to life, her featureless surroundings changed. She felt a darkness, chill and agonizing. A wave of sorrow, fear, and pain. And death. It came from the living world and rolled through hers like an oily, slick fog. She sensed a moment's tremble from her child-spirit. "No, child. Do not fear. Orcs not fall to fear or pain. Great power be spit from the living land. We go now, make bodies strong, and we go to see what done."
As she prepared her child for the journey to life, her featureless surroundings changed. She felt a darkness, chill and agonizing. A wave of sorrow, fear, and pain. And death. It came from the living world and rolled through hers like an oily, slick fog. She sensed a moment's tremble from her child-spirit. "No, child. Do not fear. Orcs not fall to fear or pain. Great power be spit from the living land. We go now, make bodies strong, and we go to see what done."