Old January 12, 2019, 05:06 PM   #1 (permalink)
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[Outside Daltina] A Brave New World

40th Brightening of Ponutis, Winter, Era XXVI

This novel feeling was not settling easily. Having never spent time alone until recently, Rushnak found it much more difficult to travel, hunt, sleep, and survive in general. The other orcs, abandoning him and his ideas of wealth and fortune, were keeping him from realizing his full potential. Good riddance. He knew that a new life would require new tactics and that would mean interacting with races other than their own.

As the dwindling orc mob continued their travel from Orckon toward a new life, Rushnak spent time and effort trying to convince the others that they should trust his idea that success could be found closer to human and non-orkish cities. Understanding the social barriers to living further away from traditional orc territory, Rushnak felt the risk was calculated.

For much of the journey through the Sherian Province the other orcs seemed on board. Rushnak did not think he was so much a natural leader as much as the others respected his blood line--and his strength. However, as the group crossed into Maeve and changed their path toward the provincial capital, more and more of the mob were missing upon waking or simply turned back after finishing a meal. Was Daltina surrounded by some unseen force, driving the weaker orcs back with their axes between their legs?

He was better off without them, or so he thought as Rushnak followed what seemed to be a decently traveled road, albeit from a safe distance to avoid being seen. The orc was alone with only his axe. Even his last meal abandoned him in a stinking pile not long ago. His fate would take a significant leap one way or another this brightening.

Options were aplenty. Alone, he could bide his time in hiding and prey on some unwise travelers lightly armed and alone. Rushnak had not killed anything larger than small game in some time--and the desire was relentless. On the other hand, he understood his appearance alone could be of some service to certain individuals. Rather than killing and pillaging, Rushnak knew he could be rewarded for protecting. His size, strength, and simple axe alone may be worth quite a bit to somebody not interested in risking attack by others on the roads.

His timing had to be calculated, his decision potentially the biggest since leaving Orckon. Rushnak was ready, he just needed to find his opportunity.

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Old January 16, 2019, 07:39 PM   #2 (permalink)
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Winter was drawing to a close, but that had meant little on the Khardran Pass, which had forced Moss to deal with snow and a biting wind as he'd made his way across from the Crown Province of Prime. The mystic was a different man from the one who had traversed that mountain path months earlier. His experiences in the Loremark Forest had hardened him, but they'd also given him a stronger resolve.

He was less willing to stand back and let life happen to him. He wanted to seize his opportunities. And that started with Daltina.

Dust-covered leather boots crunched the gravel beneath them as the former militiaman made his way along the road. His sheathed longswords rested against his hips as dark grey eyes scanned the journey ahead, his blond beard clinging to his face as a newborn to its mother. His gaze was hard - the journey was never easy, and he was looking forward to entering the District of Maeve's capital for a well deserved rest.

His knapsack rested against his waist, a single strap reaching down from his shoulder to his waist on the opposite side, and his heater shield rested against his back. All of that rested upon his studded leather gambeson which, in turn, sat over his temperature regulating armour, while a pair of leather gloves kept the worst of winter's chill at bay.

Pausing briefly to take a drink from his waterskin, Moss looked further ahead and sighted the city's granite walls. A trickle of water ran through his beard and he put the receptacle back, before walking on again, eager to keep moving so he could remain warm.
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Old January 17, 2019, 12:40 AM   #3 (permalink)
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How could his luck be any worse? Rushnak went through so much and waited so long for this fateful moment and the damned cold was keeping travelers off the road. He had waited off the road, ready to scope out the easier prey, and had so far come up empty handed. Piss on luck.

Straining his patience, the orc sat still. The brisk breeze racing through the trees and bending grass blades before pummeling his green skin. Rushnak waited. Certainly somebody would come up the road either toward the city or leaving it, but the former seemed more likely as time crawled onward. There would be no solitary traveler, so it would seem.

Making up his mind with a nod, Rushnak decided he would take action at the first opportunity. Whether it be a heavily protected wagon or a group of children, he must make a move. He would be hungry soon, and the orc craved blood. It was this understanding that forced his resolve and hunger was usually the best motivator.

After what seemed like an entire brightening had passed him, there was finally movement toward the road. Could it be true? Could he actually have fell upon some type of fortune with a lonely human being delivered to his aim? As the man headed toward Daltina, Rushnak thought he may be able to catch his prey by surprise if he was distracted by thoughts of his journey coming to a close.

Rushnak slipped his worn axe out of storage from his back and moved slowly toward the road. He would not have another opportunity to strike. Mistakes could not be made. His legs moved with purpose and not quickly enough to be noticed. The orc planned to get close enough under concealment and then wait for the human to pass him before launching a surprise attack, hoping to take him unaware.

As he took up position closer to the road, it was not the crunching of twigs or an unfortunately misstep that exposed him. Rather, Rushnak heard a moan come from very close by. He even felt it. Startling him out of focus, the orc realized it was his stomach impatiently growling at the opportunity to be fed. All things considered, the noise would not be enough to give away his position at all. With relief, he readied his axe and stilled his focus.

It was then that doubt crept into his thoughts. He was hungry, most likely weak, and Rushnak realized the human was decently armed. Furrowing his brow, the orc needed a new plan. The man walked with confidence and though not seeming to be on guard, looked as if he could react and strike quickly. Maybe this was not his next meal, but rather a means to his next meal.

Rushnak had tried to convince the other orcs he traveled with that they could survive by joining other races. He was sure that others could see value in a partnership with a monster like him, but the others refused. It was against their values, perhaps. More likely, Rushnak thought, was they were scared. This was the time to test his thoughts.

Without further thought, he stepped out from his hiding, lowered his axe, and made himself present off to the side of the road. Rushnak grunted and paused. "Travel alone?" The question was not meant as a threat, and the orc hoped it did not come across as one considering he changed his posture to avoid seeming like he would attack. However, many humans saw all orcs as threats and Rushnak would not lower his guard. His axe was always ready by his side should this gamble fail him.
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Moss had traveled Aelyria's roads many times. From Aelyria Prime in the east, to Port Alyxandrya in the south and Jaedaxia in the north, his legs had carried him across the empire, his dark grey eyes scanning the countryside. In that time, he had encountered many green-skinned creatures: goblins, hobgoblins, and trolls, but he had yet to be confronted by any orcs in the wild.

Until now.

Caught half unawares - something that he internally berated himself for - the mystic looked up just as Rushnak stepped out onto the road. The human stopped immediately, a small cloud of dust briefly rising around his boots as they crunched the loose stones beneath their soles. One gloved hand instinctively dropped to the hilt of one of his longswords as he narrowed his gaze and sized up the new arrival.

The orc was about the same height as Moss, but the natural physique of his race meant even the former soldier looked small in comparison. But what caught the mystic's grey gaze most was Rushnak's canine teeth and the axe at his side. The green-skinned figure had certainly not presented himself as a marauder, but he still had a weapon in his hand, and that was enough to make the human want to keep his distance.

At the orc's enquiry, Moss allowed himself a quiet chuckle, letting it rumble gently through him as he slowly turned to look over his shoulder, as if he expected there might be others with him. When he turned back to look at his questioner, he held a lopsided smile across his bearded face.

"Looks like it," he eventually answered lackadaisically, before openly looking Rushnak up and down. "Lost your clan?"

The grin remained, as Moss pointed out the obvious: a lone orc was far from the norm.
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