Fhenrir
03-08-2006, 12:18 PM
(( I'd been meaning to write something for the gazette awhile ago. So, three months later, I finally got something! :) I was particularly inspired to write up a story for a recent plotline of mine. And, although it does leave questions for people who aren't familiar with the story (namely, everybody) I thought it was good enough to post. So, enjoy! ))
Assault on the Grimtotem
The winds howled through the chasm, bringing the chilled temperature of night along with them as Fhenrir rode on wolf-back. A sword and shield were strapped to his armor, and his various supplies resting just behind him. Normally he would have his spear with him… but he knew his opponents would be little match for his skill. A grim look of determination crossed his face, although one wouldn’t be able to tell from looking at him. His helm hid all but his eyes as he rode to face the Grimtotem of Thousand Needles.
An unfortunate scout had been the one to inform Fhenrir that his blood parents were in fact stationed somewhere here, and although he had been hesitant to meet them, he could no longer run from the task.
He slid off his wolf and gave it a scratch behind the ear before grabbing his equipment and allowing his wolf to ride off in the setting sun. A few rabbits would likely find themselves a meal for his steed soon.
Approaching the slope upward, he drew his sword and secured his shield. It was unlikely that the Grimtotem would simply allow him to walk in. His thoughts were confirmed when an arrow bounced off his shoulder pad. Without a second thought Fhenrir charged forward into the Grimtotem archer, quickly slicing him down and sprinting for the nearby bridge. The archer had let out quite a yelp as the sword pierced his armor. Chances are they were aware of his presence now.
Fhenrir barreled into a pack of three Grimtotem just up the first bridge, bashing an unfortunate spell caster across the face, and off the edge of the bluff. The other two had little time to react before his sword sliced right through one, and into the other. Fhenrir did not even slow himself down as he continued, running up the second bridge leading to the top of the bluffs. Only one other scout tried to stop him on the way up, and he quickly became acquainted with the bottom of the chasm as he was thrown off the side.
Four heavily armored guards stood to meet him as he reached the top of the platforms, along with two archers behind them launching arrows in his direction. Fhenrir put his shield in front of him and lunged into them, several loud thunks and clangs ringing as metal knocked into metal. Fhenrir’s sword swung wildly as it ripped through armor, flesh, and dirt alike. He hadn’t taken the time to notice the arrow sticking out of his arm until the last of them had been slain.
Fhenrir ripped the arrow from his arm and sprinted off to the right, near the biggest clutter of buildings within the compound. Chances are he would find his parents there. Or at least he hoped.
Several other Grimtotem stood to face him as he waded through the makeshift town, spraying their homes with blood. His eyes lit up savagely as the Grimtotem fell to his unstoppable fury. Grimtotem bodies lied in their homes, at the bases of the bluffs, and in the pathways. He hadn’t even stopped to consider he may have already slain his parents.
“Arnak…” Fhenrir thought to himself as he crossed another bridge, intricate totems on either side as he stepped onto solid ground once more. Three Grimtotem passed the time on a table, nearby a small tent. They were rolling dice, and appeared to be betting silver on each roll. One of them was none other than Arnak Grimtotem.
Fhenrir’s eyes lit up once more as he charged into them with a mighty roar, slicing the heads from Arnak’s bodyguards before they even saw him coming. Arnak grabbed his spear nervously, and shouted curses madly in Taurahe. But by then, Fhenrir had already started a lunge into Arnak, and pinned him to the ground. Fhenrir kicked their weapons aside and grabbed Arnak’s wrists tightly.
“Now, Arnak… you’re gonna tell me what I wanna know, or you’re gonna be living without these precious arms of yours…” Fhenrir grinned wickedly as he pinned Arnak’s hands to the dirt, easily overpowering the tauren.
“W-what is it? P-please, just don’t kill me!” Arnak whined pathetically.
“There should be two tauren living here… Therreke and Thahre. Where are they?” Fhenrir snarled lowly.
“Uhm… who? Oh! They’re on the bluff over there! Now let me go, please!” Arnak gestured with his head and shifted uncomfortably under Fhenrir’s weight.
“Thanks, Arnak… I owe ya one.” Fhenrir winked as he stood up, and swiftly drove his hoof down into Arnak’s skull.
Fhenrir grabbed his sword quickly, and sprinted over to the bluff Arnak had gestured to, plowing through a few more defenders as he did. Fhenrir slowed his pace considerably as he crossed the bridge, noticing but one shack on this rather small platform. His blood parents were really in this house… he would finally be able to speak with them.
As Fhenrir peeked his head into the tent, he in fact noticed two tauren minding their own business. One sleeping, the other reading. It was remarkable how much of himself he saw in their faces. He knew these were his parents. He knew these were Therreke and Thahre Grimtotem.
Assault on the Grimtotem
The winds howled through the chasm, bringing the chilled temperature of night along with them as Fhenrir rode on wolf-back. A sword and shield were strapped to his armor, and his various supplies resting just behind him. Normally he would have his spear with him… but he knew his opponents would be little match for his skill. A grim look of determination crossed his face, although one wouldn’t be able to tell from looking at him. His helm hid all but his eyes as he rode to face the Grimtotem of Thousand Needles.
An unfortunate scout had been the one to inform Fhenrir that his blood parents were in fact stationed somewhere here, and although he had been hesitant to meet them, he could no longer run from the task.
He slid off his wolf and gave it a scratch behind the ear before grabbing his equipment and allowing his wolf to ride off in the setting sun. A few rabbits would likely find themselves a meal for his steed soon.
Approaching the slope upward, he drew his sword and secured his shield. It was unlikely that the Grimtotem would simply allow him to walk in. His thoughts were confirmed when an arrow bounced off his shoulder pad. Without a second thought Fhenrir charged forward into the Grimtotem archer, quickly slicing him down and sprinting for the nearby bridge. The archer had let out quite a yelp as the sword pierced his armor. Chances are they were aware of his presence now.
Fhenrir barreled into a pack of three Grimtotem just up the first bridge, bashing an unfortunate spell caster across the face, and off the edge of the bluff. The other two had little time to react before his sword sliced right through one, and into the other. Fhenrir did not even slow himself down as he continued, running up the second bridge leading to the top of the bluffs. Only one other scout tried to stop him on the way up, and he quickly became acquainted with the bottom of the chasm as he was thrown off the side.
Four heavily armored guards stood to meet him as he reached the top of the platforms, along with two archers behind them launching arrows in his direction. Fhenrir put his shield in front of him and lunged into them, several loud thunks and clangs ringing as metal knocked into metal. Fhenrir’s sword swung wildly as it ripped through armor, flesh, and dirt alike. He hadn’t taken the time to notice the arrow sticking out of his arm until the last of them had been slain.
Fhenrir ripped the arrow from his arm and sprinted off to the right, near the biggest clutter of buildings within the compound. Chances are he would find his parents there. Or at least he hoped.
Several other Grimtotem stood to face him as he waded through the makeshift town, spraying their homes with blood. His eyes lit up savagely as the Grimtotem fell to his unstoppable fury. Grimtotem bodies lied in their homes, at the bases of the bluffs, and in the pathways. He hadn’t even stopped to consider he may have already slain his parents.
“Arnak…” Fhenrir thought to himself as he crossed another bridge, intricate totems on either side as he stepped onto solid ground once more. Three Grimtotem passed the time on a table, nearby a small tent. They were rolling dice, and appeared to be betting silver on each roll. One of them was none other than Arnak Grimtotem.
Fhenrir’s eyes lit up once more as he charged into them with a mighty roar, slicing the heads from Arnak’s bodyguards before they even saw him coming. Arnak grabbed his spear nervously, and shouted curses madly in Taurahe. But by then, Fhenrir had already started a lunge into Arnak, and pinned him to the ground. Fhenrir kicked their weapons aside and grabbed Arnak’s wrists tightly.
“Now, Arnak… you’re gonna tell me what I wanna know, or you’re gonna be living without these precious arms of yours…” Fhenrir grinned wickedly as he pinned Arnak’s hands to the dirt, easily overpowering the tauren.
“W-what is it? P-please, just don’t kill me!” Arnak whined pathetically.
“There should be two tauren living here… Therreke and Thahre. Where are they?” Fhenrir snarled lowly.
“Uhm… who? Oh! They’re on the bluff over there! Now let me go, please!” Arnak gestured with his head and shifted uncomfortably under Fhenrir’s weight.
“Thanks, Arnak… I owe ya one.” Fhenrir winked as he stood up, and swiftly drove his hoof down into Arnak’s skull.
Fhenrir grabbed his sword quickly, and sprinted over to the bluff Arnak had gestured to, plowing through a few more defenders as he did. Fhenrir slowed his pace considerably as he crossed the bridge, noticing but one shack on this rather small platform. His blood parents were really in this house… he would finally be able to speak with them.
As Fhenrir peeked his head into the tent, he in fact noticed two tauren minding their own business. One sleeping, the other reading. It was remarkable how much of himself he saw in their faces. He knew these were his parents. He knew these were Therreke and Thahre Grimtotem.