Porkin
03-07-2006, 03:06 PM
The chirping of birds and panting of my companion awaken me from my slumber. I raise my head off the pillow of leaves from which I slumbered. “Such a glorious morning eh Frisky?” I asked of my companion. Though he cannot speak, his eyes agreed. A low grumble emanated from our bellies in an odd unison. “It seems you are as hungry as I am. Let me get our breakfast prepared.”. I opened my knapsack and pulled out a carefully wrapped slab of bear meat and laid it out in front of my cat. He started eating it as I pulled out some cheese for myself.
As I began to taste the cheese I noticed a strange smell in the air. It seemed that Frisky had too, for he stopped his eating and perked his ears upwards listening for sounds. The smell reminded me of bacon for some reason; however I knew there were no swine in this forest and mentally prepared myself for the worst. I looked Frisky in the eyes as we both silently arose from our spots and readied ourselves for the prowl. My keen senses told me that the scent was coming from the north.
We both moved ever so silently through the woods. Bow at the ready and listening for any sounds as my mind moved at a blistering speed with thoughts of what it could be. “These woods in Ashenvale have been teeming with horde lately.” I said to myself “There must be an encampment near.”. Sure enough, just as I passed through a thicket of brush we came upon the site of an Orc camp. “They don’t seem to know of our presence.” I whispered to Frisky. His eyes seemed to know my thoughts without even speaking as he slowly prowled around along side me. I only counted two, but there usually are more bustling about.
The orcs were busily preparing their breakfast and paying no such attention to their surroundings. This forest was ours and yet they intruded on it without a care in the world. “Such barbarians!” I muttered. I crouched down amongst some bushes with a clear view of the camp. Sure enough there were three makeshift beds. I strained myself trying to find the third orc when suddenly it seemed that the two orcs preparing food jumped to their feet and ran from the fire. One was waving his hands in front of his face and pointing at the other. I couldn’t understand their words so I wasn’t sure what was taking place. The other orc simply seemed to be laughing and was in turn rolling on the floor grasping at his sides. “Could it be?” I thought to myself. Sure enough a second later I smelled exactly what it was that caused the commotion. “Such foul orcs could only do so much to smell any worse than they already did, and they had to pass gas!” I muttered softly.
I knew this would be the time to strike and that my opportunity wouldn’t last much longer. I would rid these woods of this foul vermin if it were the last thing I did, for I owed it to my father and mother. I prepared a freezing trap at my feet and prepared a carefully aimed shot at the orc standing up. The tip of the arrow lined with the shaft directly at his throat. Frisky started to charge in at the second orc just as the arrow flew to its target. The arrow pierced the orc’s throat entirely and exited the back of his neck as a mortal shot. The second orc clambered to reach his weapon to defend himself just as Frisky gathered on him. I took a poison tipped arrow from my quiver and fired it upon the orc. It struck and turned him a ghastly shade of green as the poison moved through his veins causing him much pain. He reached his feet yelling for help as he tried to run off into the woods. I let loose another arrow across his ankle to slow his escape. Frisky made work of him and lay him down permanently.
My blood was boiling with adrenaline and my brow was covered in sweat. Just then a sound alerted me from behind. The third orc had a giant axe on a downward swing heading directly for my head. I lunged out of the way luckily only being grazed on my arm. Had the axe been sharp as it should, I might have been missing a limb. The orc’s giant swing had thrown him off balance and he stumbled forward and stepped onto my trap. The magic contained in the mechanics seared through his body and froze him in place like a statue. I jumped to my feet and got some distance between us. Frisky lurched at the orc and began his attack while I put a shot at foot. It seemed to slow his attack a bit however it didn’t seem like he would be much of an issue. This orc it seemed was not very bright when it came to battle and was actually swinging his axe like a mace instead. The flat of the blade hit Frisky a couple times and hurt him slightly however he was a tough pet. I pulled more arrows from my quiver and shot them one after one till they reached their homes in the chest of the orc. He then slumped to the ground in a green heap of stench as Frisky ran back to my side. We both stood there listening for sounds and smelling for other horde however there were none aside from the birds and the beasts.
I walked into the middle of the camp to see what treasures the orcs might have had on them but as I thought, none were found. I looked down at my faithful companion and said “What do you say we find somewhere and finish our breakfast?”. He seemed to smile as any cat seems to do and we wandered off into the woods in search of a safe spot for a meal. “I feel that our travels will be very dangerous in these lands Frisky. Going to have to keep a level head from here on out.”.
As I began to taste the cheese I noticed a strange smell in the air. It seemed that Frisky had too, for he stopped his eating and perked his ears upwards listening for sounds. The smell reminded me of bacon for some reason; however I knew there were no swine in this forest and mentally prepared myself for the worst. I looked Frisky in the eyes as we both silently arose from our spots and readied ourselves for the prowl. My keen senses told me that the scent was coming from the north.
We both moved ever so silently through the woods. Bow at the ready and listening for any sounds as my mind moved at a blistering speed with thoughts of what it could be. “These woods in Ashenvale have been teeming with horde lately.” I said to myself “There must be an encampment near.”. Sure enough, just as I passed through a thicket of brush we came upon the site of an Orc camp. “They don’t seem to know of our presence.” I whispered to Frisky. His eyes seemed to know my thoughts without even speaking as he slowly prowled around along side me. I only counted two, but there usually are more bustling about.
The orcs were busily preparing their breakfast and paying no such attention to their surroundings. This forest was ours and yet they intruded on it without a care in the world. “Such barbarians!” I muttered. I crouched down amongst some bushes with a clear view of the camp. Sure enough there were three makeshift beds. I strained myself trying to find the third orc when suddenly it seemed that the two orcs preparing food jumped to their feet and ran from the fire. One was waving his hands in front of his face and pointing at the other. I couldn’t understand their words so I wasn’t sure what was taking place. The other orc simply seemed to be laughing and was in turn rolling on the floor grasping at his sides. “Could it be?” I thought to myself. Sure enough a second later I smelled exactly what it was that caused the commotion. “Such foul orcs could only do so much to smell any worse than they already did, and they had to pass gas!” I muttered softly.
I knew this would be the time to strike and that my opportunity wouldn’t last much longer. I would rid these woods of this foul vermin if it were the last thing I did, for I owed it to my father and mother. I prepared a freezing trap at my feet and prepared a carefully aimed shot at the orc standing up. The tip of the arrow lined with the shaft directly at his throat. Frisky started to charge in at the second orc just as the arrow flew to its target. The arrow pierced the orc’s throat entirely and exited the back of his neck as a mortal shot. The second orc clambered to reach his weapon to defend himself just as Frisky gathered on him. I took a poison tipped arrow from my quiver and fired it upon the orc. It struck and turned him a ghastly shade of green as the poison moved through his veins causing him much pain. He reached his feet yelling for help as he tried to run off into the woods. I let loose another arrow across his ankle to slow his escape. Frisky made work of him and lay him down permanently.
My blood was boiling with adrenaline and my brow was covered in sweat. Just then a sound alerted me from behind. The third orc had a giant axe on a downward swing heading directly for my head. I lunged out of the way luckily only being grazed on my arm. Had the axe been sharp as it should, I might have been missing a limb. The orc’s giant swing had thrown him off balance and he stumbled forward and stepped onto my trap. The magic contained in the mechanics seared through his body and froze him in place like a statue. I jumped to my feet and got some distance between us. Frisky lurched at the orc and began his attack while I put a shot at foot. It seemed to slow his attack a bit however it didn’t seem like he would be much of an issue. This orc it seemed was not very bright when it came to battle and was actually swinging his axe like a mace instead. The flat of the blade hit Frisky a couple times and hurt him slightly however he was a tough pet. I pulled more arrows from my quiver and shot them one after one till they reached their homes in the chest of the orc. He then slumped to the ground in a green heap of stench as Frisky ran back to my side. We both stood there listening for sounds and smelling for other horde however there were none aside from the birds and the beasts.
I walked into the middle of the camp to see what treasures the orcs might have had on them but as I thought, none were found. I looked down at my faithful companion and said “What do you say we find somewhere and finish our breakfast?”. He seemed to smile as any cat seems to do and we wandered off into the woods in search of a safe spot for a meal. “I feel that our travels will be very dangerous in these lands Frisky. Going to have to keep a level head from here on out.”.