The Shargaas Way
Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 1:29 am
In a dank cave in the Western edge of the Rauvin Mountains, in the domain of the Red Fang Orc Tribe, 13 years ago...
A haggardly old orc woman stands and leans on a walking stick nearly as gnarled and twisted as she, "I know you are here Vrogdisnak, I smell you."
Thinking she hears footsteps in the rear of the cave she quickly turns, small animal bones which litter the cave crunch beneath her encrusted bare feet. "Show yourself!"
There is no answer. Calming herself, she mats down what little gray hair is protruding from her scalp. "You are a fool, weak, and tainted by human blood. You have stolen from the tribe and they will kill you for it. Give me red fang blade and your death may be swift."
She pauses, surveying the dimly lit caves interior, fingering a maroon crescent shaped medallion, with a skull carving in the center. She changes her tone, "You still hide, you know the way of Shargaas now. Have you come to kill me? A priestess of the Night Lord." She cackles, "I, who raised you, who taught you the way. No you wouldn't be so foolish, perhaps you have come to betray me, to reveal my secret teachings to the tribe. " She pauses again, or is there something you want thief?"
Closing her eyes she reaches out with her senses, but detects nothing. Half-smiling a toothy grin, "Perhaps you are not here, and I am just old and mad as....." Her words trail as her vocal chords and neck are severed from here body by the fanged sword. Her corpse, head and the necklace, which is no longer supported, all fall to the floor at the exact same moment. The scarlet hued serrated edge of the fanged sword glistens with her blood. A tall but slimly built half human loosely holds the black grip in his right hand. He leans down and picks up the skull adorned necklace, then lightly steps from the cave, disappearing into the darkness.
A haggardly old orc woman stands and leans on a walking stick nearly as gnarled and twisted as she, "I know you are here Vrogdisnak, I smell you."
Thinking she hears footsteps in the rear of the cave she quickly turns, small animal bones which litter the cave crunch beneath her encrusted bare feet. "Show yourself!"
There is no answer. Calming herself, she mats down what little gray hair is protruding from her scalp. "You are a fool, weak, and tainted by human blood. You have stolen from the tribe and they will kill you for it. Give me red fang blade and your death may be swift."
She pauses, surveying the dimly lit caves interior, fingering a maroon crescent shaped medallion, with a skull carving in the center. She changes her tone, "You still hide, you know the way of Shargaas now. Have you come to kill me? A priestess of the Night Lord." She cackles, "I, who raised you, who taught you the way. No you wouldn't be so foolish, perhaps you have come to betray me, to reveal my secret teachings to the tribe. " She pauses again, or is there something you want thief?"
Closing her eyes she reaches out with her senses, but detects nothing. Half-smiling a toothy grin, "Perhaps you are not here, and I am just old and mad as....." Her words trail as her vocal chords and neck are severed from here body by the fanged sword. Her corpse, head and the necklace, which is no longer supported, all fall to the floor at the exact same moment. The scarlet hued serrated edge of the fanged sword glistens with her blood. A tall but slimly built half human loosely holds the black grip in his right hand. He leans down and picks up the skull adorned necklace, then lightly steps from the cave, disappearing into the darkness.