The island of Barataka was a beautiful sight to see from her view upon the merchant ship. It was an island of absolute green, lush grass covered most of the land and even the mountainous hills were covered by rich green grass. The enormousness of the place was never more clear then the boat passed through the watery channel that was flanked on both sides by steep cliffs that stood up like the wall surrounding a grand empire.

Barataka was also the home of Clan Væga, an orc clan numbering in the 1500s. The orcs had claimed the land centuries ago and used it's resources to harvests Paprika and Chillies. Since then the orcs have established a very prosperous trade enclave on the southern coast of the island. Many traded with the orcs and paid coin for their expensive spices til this day, but that was not the reason that Nira'lia made the journey.

She had recently acquired an artifact from a city in the Sounnah area with the help of a local there. The artifact had been held as a treasure there, but no one there knew of it's significance. By itself, and in the wrong hands, the artifact was nothing more than a map. A guide of lands long changed or in ruin. It was only useful by the use of those with elven magic. The spell used would reveal locations on the map where elven relics could be found throughout the lands.

Once she had acquired the map, Nira'lia used the age old spell to uncover those locations and one of them led her to Barataka. Somewhere among the hilly lush green terrain was an item of great importance. However, to claim that item would be another task. The Clan Væga were civil and traded with others through the enclave on the southern coast of the island. But at the heart of the island, within the hilly interior lied their strong hold which was forbidden to anyone not of the clan-and that was most certainly where the relic lied, or so the mage assumed.

It was warm and damp, but one could find comfort from the breeze that blew in from the sea. Nira'lia followed the others as they made their way off the ship and padded along the docks. The orcs were a mighty people, the smalls insight was still taller than the tallest of humans. They helped move creates off the ship for trade of other good that they didn't posses on their island.

The orcs were friendly in a way, many stuck to a business like manner while their guest tried their best to use humor and banter to haggle down their prices. Nira'lia looked around as she walked, showing no interest in their wares. She was more interested in their people, she needed to find someone that she could persuade to aid her, or even bring the relic to her if possible.