Post by brynmawr on Mar 31, 2006 10:55:36 GMT -5
It was a beautiful day in Thunderstone. The sun shone over the Thunder Peaks and through Bryn’s window, causing him to squint. He had stayed up far too late the night before. But, after all, it was his 12th birthday.
Bryn sensed a figure in his room; a gentle hand touched him, to rouse him from his sleep. It was his father.
“Wake up son”. His father’s deep voice echoed in his ears. “It’s time to wake up and get the day started. Go get some breakfast and meet me outside. We have work to do”.
As always, his father was direct and to the point. Bryn stumbled out of bed, dressed and headed for their small cottage kitchen. After a bowl of oats and some berry juice, he stepped outside to meet his father.
No sooner had he walked out the door than his father tossed the woodsman’s pack at him. “Put it on son. We’ve got a lot of work to do, and a short time to do it. I have to be back for a town council meeting this evening.”
The two of them started off for the wood. Discussing things about life as they always did. Bryn loved his father. He had a deep sense of respect and awe each time he was in the man’s presence.
After what seemed like an hour walk, the two of them began chopping wood. It was hard, difficult labor, but had its physical benefits. Bryn was already adding muscle to his handsome young frame.
The day seemed to go by quickly enough. After a short lunch break, the two resumed chopping wood once again.
In the distance, Bryn heard what sounded like distant thunder. As he focused his keen ears on it, the sound grew louder…closer. At once they were upon them. Orc!
Hundreds of them, thrashing through the wood. Bryn’s father called to him to run, but it was too late. A tree trunk sized arm shoved him against the tree. Dazed, confused, scared, Bryn looked up to see an Orc commander grab his father by the throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground, the Orc snarled and ran his sword into his father’s gullet. That was the last thing Bryn could remember as he slumped against the tree…unconscious.
He awoke some time later, as the sun was setting, to see his father’s lifeless body lay broken nearby. Tears of agony streamed down his young face. Not wanting to leave his father’s body in the wood, with all the strength he could muster, he hoisted the lifeless frame over his shoulders and began the long trek back through the wood towards his home.
Upon reaching his house, he again was shocked to find it burned to the ground. His mother was nowhere to be found. Exhausted, he dropped his father’s body and collapsed on the ground. Fear, agony, nausea swept through his body…what was he going to do?
-More to come
Bryn sensed a figure in his room; a gentle hand touched him, to rouse him from his sleep. It was his father.
“Wake up son”. His father’s deep voice echoed in his ears. “It’s time to wake up and get the day started. Go get some breakfast and meet me outside. We have work to do”.
As always, his father was direct and to the point. Bryn stumbled out of bed, dressed and headed for their small cottage kitchen. After a bowl of oats and some berry juice, he stepped outside to meet his father.
No sooner had he walked out the door than his father tossed the woodsman’s pack at him. “Put it on son. We’ve got a lot of work to do, and a short time to do it. I have to be back for a town council meeting this evening.”
The two of them started off for the wood. Discussing things about life as they always did. Bryn loved his father. He had a deep sense of respect and awe each time he was in the man’s presence.
After what seemed like an hour walk, the two of them began chopping wood. It was hard, difficult labor, but had its physical benefits. Bryn was already adding muscle to his handsome young frame.
The day seemed to go by quickly enough. After a short lunch break, the two resumed chopping wood once again.
In the distance, Bryn heard what sounded like distant thunder. As he focused his keen ears on it, the sound grew louder…closer. At once they were upon them. Orc!
Hundreds of them, thrashing through the wood. Bryn’s father called to him to run, but it was too late. A tree trunk sized arm shoved him against the tree. Dazed, confused, scared, Bryn looked up to see an Orc commander grab his father by the throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground, the Orc snarled and ran his sword into his father’s gullet. That was the last thing Bryn could remember as he slumped against the tree…unconscious.
He awoke some time later, as the sun was setting, to see his father’s lifeless body lay broken nearby. Tears of agony streamed down his young face. Not wanting to leave his father’s body in the wood, with all the strength he could muster, he hoisted the lifeless frame over his shoulders and began the long trek back through the wood towards his home.
Upon reaching his house, he again was shocked to find it burned to the ground. His mother was nowhere to be found. Exhausted, he dropped his father’s body and collapsed on the ground. Fear, agony, nausea swept through his body…what was he going to do?
-More to come