Post by hurun on Nov 24, 2009 17:43:35 GMT -5
((This is the story of Hurun, and the events that lead to him meeting the Fellowship.))
*5 years ago, just after the founding of Durotar*
The winds blew softly in the cool morning breeze of the Stonetalons. It would be a few more hours till sunrise, and the evening chill still settled on the quite glade. A slight movement, the grass crunched underhoof as a stag made it's way into the clearing. It moved slowly, listening and looking about, making sure it was safe. The stag walks into the clearing, all seeming to be as it should. It finds a spot of grass that has not been frozen by the cool evening dew, and starts to eat. Then without a sound, no movement to run, the stag falls over. The glade falls as silent as the stag, which now has an arrow in it's side.
The hunting party walks out of the treeline, three Shu'halo. The clearly youngest of the three runs up to the fallen stag, a smile on his face. The eldest looks down at his son along with his daughter. Pride etched on his face, at the sight of his sons first kill. They do not spend much time with celebration at this time, as morning soon comes, and they need to get back to the village.
The scene is interrupted by an explosion of excitement. A orc burst into the glade. He seems to be engulfed in bloodlust, but is wounded and clearly fatigued. The three shu'halo have readied their bows, though they have yet to point them. The orc glares at the three, consumed in his rage. He rears back, letting out a mighty roar that seems to shake the very ground the shu'halo stand on. As his roar ends, he falls back passing out.
The eldest of the hunters moves to check the orc. The enraged warrior has passed out, clearly from his multiple wounds. The elder shu'halo puts his bow away, pulling out bandages instead. He instructs his two children to gather the stag. Within moments, the three hunters leave the glade, with their game, and the orc in hand.
After a few hours, the three step out of the woods, looking down into a small valley. Just as the sun comes over the mountains on the far side, the sun reveals the small village nestled south of Windshear Crag.
*5 years ago, just after the founding of Durotar*
The winds blew softly in the cool morning breeze of the Stonetalons. It would be a few more hours till sunrise, and the evening chill still settled on the quite glade. A slight movement, the grass crunched underhoof as a stag made it's way into the clearing. It moved slowly, listening and looking about, making sure it was safe. The stag walks into the clearing, all seeming to be as it should. It finds a spot of grass that has not been frozen by the cool evening dew, and starts to eat. Then without a sound, no movement to run, the stag falls over. The glade falls as silent as the stag, which now has an arrow in it's side.
The hunting party walks out of the treeline, three Shu'halo. The clearly youngest of the three runs up to the fallen stag, a smile on his face. The eldest looks down at his son along with his daughter. Pride etched on his face, at the sight of his sons first kill. They do not spend much time with celebration at this time, as morning soon comes, and they need to get back to the village.
The scene is interrupted by an explosion of excitement. A orc burst into the glade. He seems to be engulfed in bloodlust, but is wounded and clearly fatigued. The three shu'halo have readied their bows, though they have yet to point them. The orc glares at the three, consumed in his rage. He rears back, letting out a mighty roar that seems to shake the very ground the shu'halo stand on. As his roar ends, he falls back passing out.
The eldest of the hunters moves to check the orc. The enraged warrior has passed out, clearly from his multiple wounds. The elder shu'halo puts his bow away, pulling out bandages instead. He instructs his two children to gather the stag. Within moments, the three hunters leave the glade, with their game, and the orc in hand.
After a few hours, the three step out of the woods, looking down into a small valley. Just as the sun comes over the mountains on the far side, the sun reveals the small village nestled south of Windshear Crag.