Post by Kain on Nov 15, 2006 23:21:56 GMT -5
A simple cabin sits upon the crest of an unkown hill in the valley of mountains of no significance. Inside there is a kettle sitting over the fire and a large man sits with his son, named Stolcor. The boy was a strong young lad, and, unbeknownst to him, quite tall for a human. He has seen but five winters and yet his claim in life was about to become harsher than most... As the mother continued her focus on the preparation of the evening meal, an unfortunate deer to cross the path of Delin Kendrel, the head of this household, there could be heard in the distance a sound of a steady beat. Without mercy or even the slightest hint of warning a large dark-feathered arrow violated the simple beauty of the window from which Stolcor often gazed and dreamed of great things he could do when he was older. The arrow lodged itself several inches into the mother's arm. The woman, obviously caught unprepared looked down at the arrow and muttered only one word before the arrow's companion found her eye... the word was orcs...
At once the father leapt up and was stricken with fear, uncertainty, and above all, a blinding rage. From his many years of hardened experience he was able to keep his focus and at once grabbed up an axe that had never slain anything more fearsome than a lone bear cub that once wandered too close to the cabin. He turned to his sun, who was now completely lost i his mind, having his entire world shatterd in the span of 3 seconds. Again and agian the father cired out, but Stolcor could not copmrehend, for the unyeilding force of reality had deafened him. After what seemed to be ages, the word consistently shouted by his father finally made it past the wave of grief, "run" he said loudly and forcefully, only concerned with the cance of seeing his son a chance to survive.
But it was too late.. the orc warrior bashed the large wooden door and stood face to face with a man standing clearly 2 feet talled and wielding an axe that any orc chieftan could prize. In an instant, the orc's thoughts ceased as his head fell to the floor, but only more came. Many many, too many to count, Stolcor stood in awe of his father, watching as orc after orc tried and only few so muh as touched the man. But alas, even a father's rage and desire to save all that was left of his life, of his work, was not enough to keep him.
From the effort of what seemed to be hunreds of orcs, the man eventually fell. As the orc raised his axe to cleave the broken man's head, he uttered one last time "Run, my son." and blood shot from where the sound's source. The last sight Stolcor had seen was his father's eyes which finally made clear to him that he had no choice, he must run now, run for all he had.
The orcs, previously concerned with an unexpectedly resilient foe had made no notice of the child, who now was vanishing into a trap door in the floor. By the time the first of them made step toward him, he had dropped in and locked the latch from the inside, making it impossible to unlatch. No thought could find its way past he shield of grief, fear, and will to survive that now encompassed the young Stolcor's mind. He merely ran through the dark tunnels, that, untill now, he had thought to be merely a form of entertainment built by his parents. He ran and ran, all strength he had was somehow doubled, tripled even, and shortly he burst into a wave of light, sounds, and smells of a forest that had held nothing but love for the young child prior to this incident. Yet still, the orcs had not given up, they searched for the child and their sharpest eye had, to Stolcors missfortune, seen him break free fromt eh tunnel's exit 200 yards from the now burning cabin.
They pursued in true form to their orcish bloodlust and sought to end this poor child's life. What a mistake it was for them to attack that cabin to affect that child, If only they knew what they had set in motion, perhaps this tragic story may have never set itself into action. Running, that was all that mattered, but even that was too much for him now, his eyes burning with sorrow, his legs aching with exertion entirely too much for them. He would surely fall, for what child of 5 years could possibly stand to an army of orcs such as this? But then, from behind a small collective of rocks of no importance, stepped that man, and in his hand, was gripped a greatsword. Stolcor did the only thing he could think of, he threw himself at the new foe in a last chance to save himself, or was it an act of desperate plea? but to his surprise, the man merely stepped to the side and walked toward the orcs with a calm expression.
At once the father leapt up and was stricken with fear, uncertainty, and above all, a blinding rage. From his many years of hardened experience he was able to keep his focus and at once grabbed up an axe that had never slain anything more fearsome than a lone bear cub that once wandered too close to the cabin. He turned to his sun, who was now completely lost i his mind, having his entire world shatterd in the span of 3 seconds. Again and agian the father cired out, but Stolcor could not copmrehend, for the unyeilding force of reality had deafened him. After what seemed to be ages, the word consistently shouted by his father finally made it past the wave of grief, "run" he said loudly and forcefully, only concerned with the cance of seeing his son a chance to survive.
But it was too late.. the orc warrior bashed the large wooden door and stood face to face with a man standing clearly 2 feet talled and wielding an axe that any orc chieftan could prize. In an instant, the orc's thoughts ceased as his head fell to the floor, but only more came. Many many, too many to count, Stolcor stood in awe of his father, watching as orc after orc tried and only few so muh as touched the man. But alas, even a father's rage and desire to save all that was left of his life, of his work, was not enough to keep him.
From the effort of what seemed to be hunreds of orcs, the man eventually fell. As the orc raised his axe to cleave the broken man's head, he uttered one last time "Run, my son." and blood shot from where the sound's source. The last sight Stolcor had seen was his father's eyes which finally made clear to him that he had no choice, he must run now, run for all he had.
The orcs, previously concerned with an unexpectedly resilient foe had made no notice of the child, who now was vanishing into a trap door in the floor. By the time the first of them made step toward him, he had dropped in and locked the latch from the inside, making it impossible to unlatch. No thought could find its way past he shield of grief, fear, and will to survive that now encompassed the young Stolcor's mind. He merely ran through the dark tunnels, that, untill now, he had thought to be merely a form of entertainment built by his parents. He ran and ran, all strength he had was somehow doubled, tripled even, and shortly he burst into a wave of light, sounds, and smells of a forest that had held nothing but love for the young child prior to this incident. Yet still, the orcs had not given up, they searched for the child and their sharpest eye had, to Stolcors missfortune, seen him break free fromt eh tunnel's exit 200 yards from the now burning cabin.
They pursued in true form to their orcish bloodlust and sought to end this poor child's life. What a mistake it was for them to attack that cabin to affect that child, If only they knew what they had set in motion, perhaps this tragic story may have never set itself into action. Running, that was all that mattered, but even that was too much for him now, his eyes burning with sorrow, his legs aching with exertion entirely too much for them. He would surely fall, for what child of 5 years could possibly stand to an army of orcs such as this? But then, from behind a small collective of rocks of no importance, stepped that man, and in his hand, was gripped a greatsword. Stolcor did the only thing he could think of, he threw himself at the new foe in a last chance to save himself, or was it an act of desperate plea? but to his surprise, the man merely stepped to the side and walked toward the orcs with a calm expression.