07-11-2011, 11:53 AM
Part One:Never a dull moment.
Warning:Contains blood, gore and alot of death. It is assumed you have read this, before moving on.
Warning:Contains blood, gore and alot of death. It is assumed you have read this, before moving on.
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Durrak awoke to the sounds of another man, yelling. His hands rubbed at his eye as he struggled to clear his vision, wanting to know what was happening. With a flinch, snapped fully awake, his eye was drawn to a hand at his shoulder. "Relax, old one..." The voice was calm and reassuring, but did little to ease his mind as he could still hear the yelling. "I'm old, not deaf... what's happened?" Still foggy from his rest, his eye never noticed the slight frown upon the orc's face."Our scouts found a body, on the road. A child, from what I've heard." Durrak heaved a sigh as he shook off the daze and got to his feet, a grimace formed as his knees took the brunt of his weight. He never gave the other orc time to speak before he took a step out of the wagon, biting down from the impact of the short fall down to the dirt. Doing his best to ignore the throbing in his joints, the old orc moved down the road a short ways and soon found the location of the ruckus. "What... happened, here?" His words were met with a number of eyes as the group turned to face him. "One of your young was slain." The large Tauren in the back spoke rather calmly, considering the event. Durrak painfully walked up to the body, staring down at it, clearly upset. The small boy was horribly mangled, much of his face had been clawed off and his limbs were flayed from shoulder to wrists. His hands were missing, little more than bloodied stumps, and his legs were shattered from the knees down. A growl crept out from the orc's throat as he took to a knee, ignoring the pain as he examined to corpse more closely. One of the other orcs turned their head away from the scene, unable to stomach what he was seeing. Durrak's expression turned far more grave as he painfully got to his feet, heaving a wheezing breath before he nodded and began to speak. "This will not stand..."
The Tauren nodded once as he heaved his large spear from the ground, the other orcs began gathering a number of axes and swords before they lined up. Durrak closed his eyes for a moment before he patted his axe on the hilt. "The others shall tend to the fallen, we shall find what, or who, did this." With a silent nod, the four of them set off down the road, the other orcs in the wagon getting out to give the young boy a proper burial. The march was hard on the eldest orc, his old body wasn't as strong as it had been some fifty years past. Regardless, Durrak pressed on with the others, hellbent on finding out what had done this to such a young soul. The heat was harsh on the group as the sun glared down upon them all, the Tauren seemed almost unphased by it as one of the younger orcs clearly was. "What monster would do that... to a child..." "We shall find out, soon enough. Untill then, keep on your guard." Most of their trip, for some hours, was silent. Only a few times did any of them dare to speak, usually little more than something they'd seen along the way. The Tauren suddenly stopped along the trail, the orcs turning back to watch him as he ran a large hand across the dirt. Slowly, he stood back upright and directed his spear towards the tracks he'd found. "Boots. Heading that way." His spear swept through the air as he aimed it towards the west, the group set off as the Tauren continued to track the steps of what made these prints. After another hour, the sun had begun to set in the sky. Deciding it best not to travel in the dark, with whatever might have done that, the group made camp under a large tree. The youngest of the group was more than happy to finally rest. Taking the first in line to watch over the group as they slept, Durrak had little choice but to just endure his aching. The night went slowly for him, untill his turn was up and he was allowed rest.
The Tauren nodded once as he heaved his large spear from the ground, the other orcs began gathering a number of axes and swords before they lined up. Durrak closed his eyes for a moment before he patted his axe on the hilt. "The others shall tend to the fallen, we shall find what, or who, did this." With a silent nod, the four of them set off down the road, the other orcs in the wagon getting out to give the young boy a proper burial. The march was hard on the eldest orc, his old body wasn't as strong as it had been some fifty years past. Regardless, Durrak pressed on with the others, hellbent on finding out what had done this to such a young soul. The heat was harsh on the group as the sun glared down upon them all, the Tauren seemed almost unphased by it as one of the younger orcs clearly was. "What monster would do that... to a child..." "We shall find out, soon enough. Untill then, keep on your guard." Most of their trip, for some hours, was silent. Only a few times did any of them dare to speak, usually little more than something they'd seen along the way. The Tauren suddenly stopped along the trail, the orcs turning back to watch him as he ran a large hand across the dirt. Slowly, he stood back upright and directed his spear towards the tracks he'd found. "Boots. Heading that way." His spear swept through the air as he aimed it towards the west, the group set off as the Tauren continued to track the steps of what made these prints. After another hour, the sun had begun to set in the sky. Deciding it best not to travel in the dark, with whatever might have done that, the group made camp under a large tree. The youngest of the group was more than happy to finally rest. Taking the first in line to watch over the group as they slept, Durrak had little choice but to just endure his aching. The night went slowly for him, untill his turn was up and he was allowed rest.