Post by firecracker on Jun 16, 2005 6:44:52 GMT -5
**Text in Italic is spoken in Common, Bold is in orcish**
How could he not have heard or even seen him coming? A thought that kept going through his mind as he looked at his dead comrades lying scattered round the campfire. Quickly his eyes focused on the one responsible for this bloodbath. Towering over one of the bodies stood an impressive figure, hooded and clothed in silver and blue. The great axe he wielded resting casually on his shoulder while the blood still dripped on the ground. Slowly, while his eyes still fixed on this hooded one, Ragnar bended down a little to reach for his weapon which lay on the ground next to him.
“Hmm…you ehh really not want do that”, the hooded figure spoke in poorly common.
He stopped his hand, just hovering above the handle of his hammer. “Oh, I think I will”, said Ragnar His eyes started to burn in rage, then he continued in orcish “And when I’m through with you I will…”
Before he could finish a big sigh came out from under the hood of the stranger. “Stop that talk, I don’t care for these threats”.
The sound of the hooded one speaking in orc caught him somewhat off guard and tempered his anger. He narrowed his eyes and hissed at him “Who are you? I already thought you weren’t human…but an orc?” Once again he looked to those who fell by the axe.
The stranger looked straight at Ragnar, with only the lower part of his face visible, showing a pale green powerfull jaw. A grin appeared on it’s face “You know why you still alive…Ragnar.”
There was nothing that could have surprised Ragnar more then the sound of his real name. A lot of questions kept coming up in his mind. Who is this? How does he know my name? And that voice, it sounds so familiar, but just can’t remember. It took a few moments before he calmed himself down. “It is a name I haven’t heard in a long time. “ The tone in his voice became more strong and demanding “Now tell me, how do you know this and what do you want.”
The stranger took out a cloth from his bag and wiped his axe clean before strapping it on his back. “You’re alive cause I never kill my own blood, never have and not wanted to start this today.” Slowly he lowered his hood. “And I know your name cause I was there when you got it.”
Ragnar’s jaw dropped to the ground. It had been years since he had seen his half-brother and up to now wasn’t even sure he was still alive. But there he stood and it was unmistakably him. He would recognize that face anywhere, the sideburns and the half-closed eyes. “Crom!?”
“It has been a long time Ragnar.” Crom spoke these words softly and walked towards him. A smile appeared on his face. “Too long, but I’m glad too see you.” Just before he reached Ragnar he stopped and extended his arm.
Suspiciously Ragnar looked at Crom, then again his gaze wandered off to the dead. “You…you have killed your own kin.” He hissed at Crom and glanced at his weapon again.
Crom looked around at the orcs he killed and spoke again in common “No worries…they ehh got what coming. They be make roads round here unsafe ehh for too long." Then he looked at Ragnar again “Lot have ehh changed Ragnar…" He took a little pause and then continued “So..you have ehh two things. Shake hand and welcome Crom back or the other…” Briefly Crom glanced at Ragnar’s weapon. “The ehh less nicer one.”
Ragnar shook his head in disbelief, doubts filled his mind. He should kill Crom for this, but he just couldn’t. After several minutes of silence Ragnar sighed a bit and then took Crom’s arm shaking it “You were always a strange one Crom”.
A wide smile appeared on Crom’s face, he pulled his brother closer and embraced him “I am glad you decided my friend. Get your things, we get lot to talk about. And I have a job for you.”
Curiously Ragnar listened to Crom’s words and grinned “A job? And I was thinking you were just happy to see me.”
Crom drew up his hood and started to laugh. “No worries…Crom ehh happy see you.”
How could he not have heard or even seen him coming? A thought that kept going through his mind as he looked at his dead comrades lying scattered round the campfire. Quickly his eyes focused on the one responsible for this bloodbath. Towering over one of the bodies stood an impressive figure, hooded and clothed in silver and blue. The great axe he wielded resting casually on his shoulder while the blood still dripped on the ground. Slowly, while his eyes still fixed on this hooded one, Ragnar bended down a little to reach for his weapon which lay on the ground next to him.
“Hmm…you ehh really not want do that”, the hooded figure spoke in poorly common.
He stopped his hand, just hovering above the handle of his hammer. “Oh, I think I will”, said Ragnar His eyes started to burn in rage, then he continued in orcish “And when I’m through with you I will…”
Before he could finish a big sigh came out from under the hood of the stranger. “Stop that talk, I don’t care for these threats”.
The sound of the hooded one speaking in orc caught him somewhat off guard and tempered his anger. He narrowed his eyes and hissed at him “Who are you? I already thought you weren’t human…but an orc?” Once again he looked to those who fell by the axe.
The stranger looked straight at Ragnar, with only the lower part of his face visible, showing a pale green powerfull jaw. A grin appeared on it’s face “You know why you still alive…Ragnar.”
There was nothing that could have surprised Ragnar more then the sound of his real name. A lot of questions kept coming up in his mind. Who is this? How does he know my name? And that voice, it sounds so familiar, but just can’t remember. It took a few moments before he calmed himself down. “It is a name I haven’t heard in a long time. “ The tone in his voice became more strong and demanding “Now tell me, how do you know this and what do you want.”
The stranger took out a cloth from his bag and wiped his axe clean before strapping it on his back. “You’re alive cause I never kill my own blood, never have and not wanted to start this today.” Slowly he lowered his hood. “And I know your name cause I was there when you got it.”
Ragnar’s jaw dropped to the ground. It had been years since he had seen his half-brother and up to now wasn’t even sure he was still alive. But there he stood and it was unmistakably him. He would recognize that face anywhere, the sideburns and the half-closed eyes. “Crom!?”
“It has been a long time Ragnar.” Crom spoke these words softly and walked towards him. A smile appeared on his face. “Too long, but I’m glad too see you.” Just before he reached Ragnar he stopped and extended his arm.
Suspiciously Ragnar looked at Crom, then again his gaze wandered off to the dead. “You…you have killed your own kin.” He hissed at Crom and glanced at his weapon again.
Crom looked around at the orcs he killed and spoke again in common “No worries…they ehh got what coming. They be make roads round here unsafe ehh for too long." Then he looked at Ragnar again “Lot have ehh changed Ragnar…" He took a little pause and then continued “So..you have ehh two things. Shake hand and welcome Crom back or the other…” Briefly Crom glanced at Ragnar’s weapon. “The ehh less nicer one.”
Ragnar shook his head in disbelief, doubts filled his mind. He should kill Crom for this, but he just couldn’t. After several minutes of silence Ragnar sighed a bit and then took Crom’s arm shaking it “You were always a strange one Crom”.
A wide smile appeared on Crom’s face, he pulled his brother closer and embraced him “I am glad you decided my friend. Get your things, we get lot to talk about. And I have a job for you.”
Curiously Ragnar listened to Crom’s words and grinned “A job? And I was thinking you were just happy to see me.”
Crom drew up his hood and started to laugh. “No worries…Crom ehh happy see you.”