Post by moulinous on Nov 9, 2005 16:56:18 GMT -5
Guldar was accustomed to long waits. He was a patient dwarf as his people new that sometimes things took awhile to develop, be it a new blade fresh from a lump of mithril to a new plan fresh from a mind as strong as mithril. Sometimes though, even Guldar's iron patience wears thin; and this was one of those times.
"Dragon dung!", swore the red faced caver. He looked around his dark blue eyes, unusual for a shield dwarf to say the least, flashing in the moonlight that Selune so nicely provided.
"Dragon dung and goblin ears!", he swore again as if the first oath was not enough to vent his anger. As quick as his anger came though it left his body even faster. Anger never got anybody anything but dead his father had once told him. Guldar grinned at that, as his father was the most angriest dwarf Guldar ever knew.
He took stock of the situation. He hefted his water skin and was comforted to know that at least it was full. He patted his pouches and was rewarded to know he still had a couple of days of rations left. Then he felt for his flask that all pious dwarfs carry, the one that held his "holy water," his blessed 90 proof holy water.
At finding it empty, he swore again, even more vile then his first too oaths to stupidity.
Guldar thought to himself, 'Me knows dis stinking cave be arounds here. Damm orcs be smarters me tinks den elves. Must 'ave covered der tracks.'
For the tenth time that day, Guldar set out with his bow nocked with an arrow in front of him. His frame was bent over and his eyes swept the ground as only a caver can do...'or one of dem pointy eared woods elves.'
Guldar hated few things in life. He disliked and complained about most things, but few things got his ire up as much as children being hurt. And Guldar in his travels had often aided little childrens as often as he could. And when Guldar had come upon the wreckage earlier, he had been shocked to find the twisted bodies of ones so young.
Unbidden the images kept flashing in his mind. A small hand clutching a small forgotten play toy, separated from its body. A young girl, hardly more than ten winters, hurt in the worst way possible. Thankfully, Guldar had found a looter that had stayed behind to torture a lone survivor. A remnant orc judging by his armor. He had strung up what appeared to have once been the father of this poor family, the pitiful creatures eyes had been torn from their homes. His ears had been hacked off and this orc was sawing on the lips of which a small moan of eternal pain was escaping.
Guldar felt a rage build in him. The dead children he saw were orc children and this orc was torturing one of his own kind, but to Guldar, a child was a child. The remnant orc whirled about at Guldars approach for here Guldar made no secret of his coming vengeance. Guldar was even hardly aware of the growl escaping his throat.
"Dis be no concern of dwarves!", shouted the orc. But before he could finish, his body slumped to the ground minus the top half of its head which landed a few feet away.
Guldar still felt the rage and almost wished a larger group had been here so he could vent his frustration upon them.
"Please save.."came a gurgling from the tortured creatures lips, or rather lip as the top one was mostly gone.
"Me tinks yeh be goin' to yer Gods, lad."
The orc, bleeding and with no right to life, somehow sighted Guldar in his orbs of blood, "Please.Me.Daughter." And then with that last statement, the orcen father passed from this world.
Guldar was at a quandary and at first thought to himself, 'deh be orcs and dis be orc business' and set off. A swish of a dragons tail later and he was tracking the Remnant orcs to find a dying fathers daughter cause no one deserved the fate that Guldar knew awaited her.
"Dragon dung!", swore the red faced caver. He looked around his dark blue eyes, unusual for a shield dwarf to say the least, flashing in the moonlight that Selune so nicely provided.
"Dragon dung and goblin ears!", he swore again as if the first oath was not enough to vent his anger. As quick as his anger came though it left his body even faster. Anger never got anybody anything but dead his father had once told him. Guldar grinned at that, as his father was the most angriest dwarf Guldar ever knew.
He took stock of the situation. He hefted his water skin and was comforted to know that at least it was full. He patted his pouches and was rewarded to know he still had a couple of days of rations left. Then he felt for his flask that all pious dwarfs carry, the one that held his "holy water," his blessed 90 proof holy water.
At finding it empty, he swore again, even more vile then his first too oaths to stupidity.
Guldar thought to himself, 'Me knows dis stinking cave be arounds here. Damm orcs be smarters me tinks den elves. Must 'ave covered der tracks.'
For the tenth time that day, Guldar set out with his bow nocked with an arrow in front of him. His frame was bent over and his eyes swept the ground as only a caver can do...'or one of dem pointy eared woods elves.'
Guldar hated few things in life. He disliked and complained about most things, but few things got his ire up as much as children being hurt. And Guldar in his travels had often aided little childrens as often as he could. And when Guldar had come upon the wreckage earlier, he had been shocked to find the twisted bodies of ones so young.
Unbidden the images kept flashing in his mind. A small hand clutching a small forgotten play toy, separated from its body. A young girl, hardly more than ten winters, hurt in the worst way possible. Thankfully, Guldar had found a looter that had stayed behind to torture a lone survivor. A remnant orc judging by his armor. He had strung up what appeared to have once been the father of this poor family, the pitiful creatures eyes had been torn from their homes. His ears had been hacked off and this orc was sawing on the lips of which a small moan of eternal pain was escaping.
Guldar felt a rage build in him. The dead children he saw were orc children and this orc was torturing one of his own kind, but to Guldar, a child was a child. The remnant orc whirled about at Guldars approach for here Guldar made no secret of his coming vengeance. Guldar was even hardly aware of the growl escaping his throat.
"Dis be no concern of dwarves!", shouted the orc. But before he could finish, his body slumped to the ground minus the top half of its head which landed a few feet away.
Guldar still felt the rage and almost wished a larger group had been here so he could vent his frustration upon them.
"Please save.."came a gurgling from the tortured creatures lips, or rather lip as the top one was mostly gone.
"Me tinks yeh be goin' to yer Gods, lad."
The orc, bleeding and with no right to life, somehow sighted Guldar in his orbs of blood, "Please.Me.Daughter." And then with that last statement, the orcen father passed from this world.
Guldar was at a quandary and at first thought to himself, 'deh be orcs and dis be orc business' and set off. A swish of a dragons tail later and he was tracking the Remnant orcs to find a dying fathers daughter cause no one deserved the fate that Guldar knew awaited her.