A Lair of Claims [Rectify]

Khazd`ragaar · October 22, 2007, 01:35 AM

TS: Early Spring

He did not blame the orcs, or who ever it might have been that stormed he and his mates cavern home west of Vortex, but even in the Great Mountains there was not enough space for the different tribes. He had dealt with human and orc before and found both favor and disappointment with the races. Distance and a respect for one's boundries was always the second to the Rule of Might, but now it seemed that that rule had almost entirely been forgotten in the face of wilderness survival. The Empire had interferred with much. They had taken too much, and no that was not enough left to live any other way but the Imperial way. There was a reclaiming in order. It started with home.

He estimated the Abe River to be near, and let that fuel any hopes he fostered of locating a suitable haven with defendable perimeters and a water source. Something a brightening from Castle Marchant, Diana, and Arconis, and maybe two or so from Abestat. The giant had already been contemplating those trade routes these lonely whiles.

Khazd`ragaar strode through the Hinterlands, an obelisk of silence, that ascended the lower hillsides of northern Prime Province. The Khardrans were afoot, unfolding in grim grey steps that sprawled like jagged teeth before the giant. Narrow eyes searched the horizon, smelling the air, all the while turning his thoughts from that single-minded force of drive toward an infinitie emptiness. Freyga, his lost mate, drifted from his thoughts, and in the depths of his loneliness he found that blurred hunter's vision. He let his keen eyes drift in search of form, shape, and fragmented image. Whatever moved; he was waiting. His knuckles went ash around the haft of his elm club. For brightenings his journey had gone unobstructed, windsent from the Great Mountains, where he buried the memory of his mate, and pursued the summons of his kin, whom resided in the southern Khardran of Sheria. Their war with the Orcs of Ire was long set and far from finish. He had time to spare, and obliged himself the sense to find a strategy before he strayed to a vain death somewhere in the Sherian Province.

Kavene Darklight · October 22, 2007, 03:28 AM

OOC: blasted thing needs 10 character to delete, sry

Kavene Darklight · October 22, 2007, 03:50 AM

OOC: I have these saved in word, just tell me when your ready...

Kavene Darklight · October 22, 2007, 03:54 AM

OOC: Sry for the mix up, but i will be back!... eventually

Rectify · October 27, 2007, 10:42 AM

The caravan kicked up clouds of dust in the distance as it approached nearer and nearer to where the Giant skulked. Hanging above the dust clouds was the banner of the Jade Legion; the legion responsible for the training of new recruits into the Imperial Forces. As it approached it became apparent that the caravan consisted of three wagons, all covered by tan canvas hides. Each wagon was hitched to two horses and on each of the three wagons sat a soldier with a crossbow beside the driver. A small company of ten light cavalry was escorting the wagons on their way to their destination. Each cavalry man was armed with a spear and a longsword.

Each and every soldier in the caravan was distinctively young and nervous looking, especially once they spotted Khazd. The cavalry all seemed to grip their spears just a little bit tighter, and a few of them even mopped at their foreheads. The horses neighed and they had to fight them back into line. Their route was directly through the hills that Khazd was wandering.

One of them - the man in the lead carrying the banner - waved his hand and shouted out, "You there, make way! Make way for the payroll caravan, in the name of the Empire!"

Khazd`ragaar · November 9, 2007, 10:17 PM

Make way?! He steered like a tree in the wind, leveling himself toward the party of troops much like some beast-to-bare would. Nothing in those dogged motions of his spoke to the pre-emptive; nothing betrayed a suggestion from his stance, but as the party neared he could sense the electricity in the air. When you live in the barren of the Great Mountains you learn to feel everything, even the air against your skin, everytime a potential threat steps into your space. This was an essential part of the decision silently being made between Fate and the Giant. His was an homage to chaos. Never leaving the natural flow of things, he let a predatory gaze hail the lead man. Taut and flexed, he did what he could to conceal the viper underneath a statues' expression.
"Lo'," he thundered steadily. "You're not in pursuit of the warband, then?" They all looked just-a-shy of fresh flesh, leaving him to wonder what their reaction to such a statement would be. He was curious where they were going, also. Too much was set into motion the moment the lead man made that initial statement. It was too late now. The giant -had- to react. Walking away from this without knowing or taking what he could from this situation, was not an option anymore.

Rectify · November 15, 2007, 02:46 AM

The standard bearer's horse reared back and the boy almost fell off of his mount when Khazd mentioned a warband. His face had whitened and when he finally reigned in his horse and spoke his voice broke, "What!?" He looked around wildly, his eyes bulging with terror, "There's a warband around here? Where? How do we avoid it!?"

The other cavalrymen were looking at each other in terror and whispering. One of them suddenly shouted, "Feth! We'll never be able to rip off this load with a warband running around!" A spear shaft whacked over the side of his head and one of the other soldiers shouted, "Shut up you idiot!"

He looked back at the caravan and then at Khazd again and awkwardly said, "Uhh...he's just joking. We would never do something like that. Just a joke, just a joke." A nervous giggle that resembled a girls escaped his lips.

Khazd`ragaar · November 18, 2007, 06:18 PM

With a hunter's attention to detail Khazd took note of the numerous drop-off's, mention's, and subtle ejection's made by the three speakers at present. He was quietly amused by the premature display of tactic and composure, but always cautious to not be baited, he resisted under-estimating them. This deep into Imperial country, he considered himself an outlander on the fringe. But these people were in shakey territory, as well. One obvious detail was the uncharacteristic humor of the cavalry lead. '...rip this wagon off...'. Rich. They were either serious and made an error of descretion, or they were clever enough to bait him with smoke screens. Two variables of many, thought the giant.
"I killed two of their number coming south from the route out of Diana." He lied.
"I do not know if they are concerned with me, or know of me, for I was just traveling and happened upon their number, but I found a second warband combing the main trail toward Centripax and Charisma." He wanted to let that settle in, gauging how much they knew before he suggest they join together and take a fairly old route from his childhood age; one that would lead into deep Khardran passes.