The Odd Orc: Legacy of the Hunter (The Baron Winter & Reyne)
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: TheBaronWinter on 13-11-2009, 01:05:01</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>The Odd Orc: Legacy of the Hunter (The Baron Winter &amp; Reyne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBaronWinter</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 01:05:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Two days out of Mithril Hall, the stranger arrived in Nesme, having come south along the banks of the river Surbrin. His massive bulk was carried by an exotic rhino, one of the few steeds large enough to carry his huge frame. At nine feet tall, the hulking brute was an imposing sight to any who dared try to meet his feral gaze.&nbsp; His shining helm bore the emblem of Clan Stormhand across the forehead and the visor kept his face hidden from view. The breast of his spiked adamantine full plate suit was emblazoned with the Hammer of Moradin… father of the dwarves. All the intricate details were inlaid with red dragonscale and every bit of it was handcrafted by the Shield Dwarves themselves. Upon his back rested a massive dwarven spear-axe, known to the stout folk as the Urgrosh. Behind him followed a warhorse turned pack-mule, carrying the heads of six ogres, a massive orc double-axe, and the rest of his belongings.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;When he arrived at the gates of the town, he rolled from the bare back of the rhino and strode to the guards. Each step carried both immense power, and pure purpose. The men stood at attention and regarded the stranger carefully. It was rare that one as large as he paid the small town a visit and the guards were ready for any sign of a fight. Had they but known what they’d unleash upon themselves, they would never have lifted a finger against the stranger. As it stood, however, the moment the stranger removed his helm to reveal the face of a full-blooded orc, they charged with swords drawn.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The orc easily sidestepped the first blow and responded with a wicked backhand across the guard’s cheek that sent him hurdling sidelong against the walls of the outpost town. When the impact of steel against his arm caught his attention, he turned to find a frightened guard holding the hilt of a shattered longsword in trembling hands.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I’d have words with ye, not blows, friend.” The orc said in the common tongue, his words heavily accented by the dwarven tongue. It proved to be too much for the poor guard to take in, and he fainted dead away.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Meanwhile, the lookouts had sounded the call to arms and the orc found himself quickly surrounded by the town watch.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“State your purpose before we cut you down where you stand, orc!” The captain of the watch proclaimed.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“As if ye men could do as well as your brothers in arms, here! Bring out Traubold Stormhand before you draw the ire of Mithril Hall! I have business with him and him alone!” The hulking orc snapped back with unexpected bluster as his face twisted into a mask of indignation. It did nothing for his appearance, only worsened it as the corners of his lips peeled back and thrust the full length of his ten inch tusks into view.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Stop, ye dolts! Stand down, I say! Stand down! Stand down ‘afore he kills ye all!” shouted a grey-bearded dwarf as he pushed and shoved his way through the crowd of guards as fast as his stumpy little legs would carry him. “Put them knives away, ye durned fools! What in the nine hells do ye think ye’re doin, drawin’ steel on me nephew? Look!” The dwarf exclaimed as he pointed to the re-purposed warhorse where the heads of six ogres hung from saddle bags, tied by the long, matted hair that remained attached to the battered skulls. Then he turned and drove the point of a stubby finger into the guard captain’s chest with each word that followed… “He comes bringin’ presents, and ye’re treatin’ him like a crook! Ye’re lucky that yer boys didn’t end up gettin’ worse than they got. Grok used his good hand on the first ‘un.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Mage got away.” Grok snorted.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The captain stepped forward, incredulous. “A mage, you say?” his voice filled with disbelief.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The orc simply nodded. “I’ll have his head to go along with the rest come sundown tomorrow, Sir.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was hard to say which was more surprising to the captain, the fact that the orc spoke as casually about his quarry as one would about a good mug of ale, or the fact that the orc had just called him ‘Sir’.&nbsp; He gathered himself quickly and gave a curt nod.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Yes… well… thank you… Grok.” He stammered. The captain turned and began to usher the men back inside, and they gathered the unfortunate combatants from their places on the ground, and carried them back within the walls of the small, frontier town. Grok, meanwhile, stabled his mount and warhorse, and headed off to his uncle’s smithy to make some minor repairs and adjustments to his armor.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Odd Orc: Legacy of the Hunter (The Baron Winter &amp; Reyne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 02:13:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It could be easily said that she might have run away from home. Okay so maybe she had, but she was planning on returning by nightfall. Maybe, if her temper cooled down enough for her to think right. But honestly, in this town of Nesme it wasn't exactly easy to get lost. Everything was so compact put up around each other and in close quarters, so she trusted herself to get back home before the moon was glowing fully. Her home was a good mile, maybe more, away from the lands and buildings her father, Lord Northington, owned. So people knew who she was and she was sure someone would help her to get back home if she called for help. So she hoped.<br><br>As she walked though and got her black boots a bit muddy, she would move forward towards the gates. Having taken the back way to get where she longed to go, she found herself moving over high rising roots and slipping a bit in the mushy pits of mud that was wet from the rainfall of the day before. Plus it did not that there was a river right by.<br><br>Looking over her shoulder she could have sworn she heard something, like foot steps, only the owner of those steps must have been abnormally large, like an elephant. Only when she moved back and ducked behind a big bush of berries and possibly poison ivy that she avoided all together she saw exactly what it was. Her flighty, brightly imaginative mind floated into the clouds as a humongous animal, a rhino, she noticed, came stomping by with a large man, or something like it, perched along its back. The animal carried him off towards Nesme much in direction she was headed. Instantly she followed, like a little bird she moved, making sure he never noticed her.<br><br>Rae wasn't exactly the brightest, well, common sense wise. She was smart, sure, and she had great stories and fantasies floating in that head of hers but she never really knew how to back down and go to live with normal humans. She guessed this was why when her father introduced her to her future husband she nearly felt sick to the very pit of her stomach. She had just came into her womanhood, why was she to be shipped off to the richest fat guy so soon? That night she had laid in her bed and cried for hours. This wasn't what she wanted, what she craved was a life of adventure and romance. To be swept away with grand travels and someone to hold her at night.<br><br>But no, instead, she was trapped in the midst of men and their greed mixed with lust and perverse dreams. So to get her mind together she had left her home for a nice little journey. It wasn't rare for her to do so, on the contrary, she did this at least once a month. She would walk around the lands and the forest, clearing her mind as she went around, her hands would brush against the bark of trees and her long, thick brown hair would flutter in the wind as she thought about her life.<br><br>This day, however, called for something more then just trying to reconcile the plans she would be living out soon enough. Today called her action and she would do just that. Rae was wondering all about the rhino and its occupant when she came up ducking just in time to catch the entire little event. She had been thoroughly impressed when the orc had dismissed the men all too easily. She nearly came up to her feet, but she ducked yet again. Watching the exchange, she came to learn about a mage and she gasped. He was planning on going after him? Wow, he really was impressive, and amazingly tall. She hadn't seen many orcs but the ones she had seen were never that large.<br><br>Dressed in a green gown that clung to her top and pushed up her ample breasts it would skim down along the swell of her chest and then pinch in at her waist before sloping out along her wide, lovely hips. The skirt of her dress reached her ankles, exposing her unattractive boots that were also sturdy and comfortable so fashion didn't much matter. Rae's skin was bronzed from the sun and a heritage no one could quite trace. She had thick, chocolate brown hair that went to the middle of her back with bangs that skimmed her long, dark lashes. Her eyes were almond shaped with a myriad of colors along the lines of gold, brown, and green. Complex and full of wistful fantasy, that seemed to sum Rae up in one simple glance. She was at the meager height of 5”2 with a curvaceous form. <br><br>A beautiful human girl who stuck her nose into way too many things was now doing so yet again as she got up her small, luscious form set off after the curious and brutal orc. She stayed back a few paces, watching as they entered and soon he came upon a Smithy. She smiled, and dimples sank into her cheeks. She loved weapons, her father didn't allow her to run off much into places with swords and axes, bows and arrows, but she longed to explore and find a way to use them.<br><br>“Excuse me,” she suddenly said, her voice sounding out behind him she ran forward and whirled around to block his way. “I just wanted to, um, to come and say...what you did was really amazing. Are you related to the Smithy?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Odd Orc: Legacy of the Hunter (The Baron Winter &amp; Reyne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBaronWinter</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 05:20:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He smirked as the young human female bolted in front of him, his recessed nostrils flared in annoyance. What could she possibly want... he wondered as he regarded her carefully, his crimson eyes with their slit pupils bored into her as he pondered. He nodded curtly, then swept her gently to the side with a light pass of his hand and continued on.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Next time ye're thinking to follow someone through the swamp, be sure ye're silent enough to go unheard. A deaf giant could have heard you from four hundred yards. And..." he added, "Traubold is me father's brother." he grumbled as he made his way into the smithy and began to remove his armor. The armor fit him perfectly, and as he finally shed the last vestiges of the spiked adamantine shell, it was plain to see that this beast was massive in the extreme. A long braid of wiry grey hair hung from the back of his head, and his shoulders were not lessened by the loss of girth from the armor. Every inch of the orc was truly pure, corded muscle, not a single inch of loose skin to be found anywhere on his body.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Grok spun quickly on his heels and faced the girl, staring hard into her eyes.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Just exactly what is it ye thought so amazing, girl?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Odd Orc: Legacy of the Hunter (The Baron Winter &amp; Reyne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 05:46:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Was she really all that noisy? She thought she had been pretty stealthy considering how unusually clumsy she was. Guess that was what she got for thinking things about herself that were painfully not true. Rae let out a yelp at how easily he pushed her aside. Even so she followed him like a loyal puppy, right on his heels. "Wow, I feel pretty great about myself knowing I've got the grace of an oaf," the sarcasm in her voice was acrid and biting, even so it was softened with a sweet, curious tone as she walked after him inside of the blacksmith's abode.<br><br>Traubold, yes, a good man, she nodded towards him as her eyes flickered along his body. Her left brow arched in a fine, wondering notion as she took in sight of his muscles. It was quite impressive even more so then the stable boys her father had recently hired, and those <em>had</em> been pretty impressive. Soon she just shook her head as he came to her in a whirl of his body and a sudden imposing of her personal space.<br><br>Rae's eyes flashed a bit as her jaw set and then she sighed, "It was amazing how easy it seemed for you to get rid of those guards with a swipe of your hand...and how well you fought too. Bringing back all those heads, it's nothing to be humble about at all...sir," she smiled and straightened, staring right back into his eyes.<br><br>"I'm sorry if it seems like I'm trying to offend, because I'm not. I'm just insanely curious about you and what you do, who you are. It's not every day I come across seeing orcs as large and grand as you. May I ask your name, please? Where are you from? Where's your next destination?" She was like an eager, naive little sponge, seeking to soak up any tidbit of information humanly possible.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Odd Orc: Legacy of the Hunter (The Baron Winter &amp; Reyne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBaronWinter</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 06:15:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Grok ignored her first comment and headed for the door, he needed his things from the warhorse if he was going to finish his work on the new double-axe before dawn, but the girl just would not hold her tongue.His nostrils flared as a low growl rumbled in his throat and he stalked forward, glaring at the girl with those crimson eyes and their slit pupils.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Amazing, hmm? Is that what ye think of it? I'm the only one of me kind that can remotely walk these lands alone and remain alive, and you think that's amazing? If it weren't for the crest of Clan Stormhand on my helm, I'd have been attacked on sight. Ye think that any orc can walk up to the gates of a human city and keep his head... hmmm?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He flexed his right hand, then jerked the glove from over it to reveal a wondrous creation of solid mithril and adamantine.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"And that guard is paid well for his services to protect this city. Do ye not care for the fact that his jaw was shattered by one who would be a threat under any other circumstances? Nesme has been beset by my kind before, girl, though I doubt ye'll remember any of it. Likely, ye were still at yer mothers breast. Ask the guard... when the priests have finished healing his shattered jaw. Half-breeds are accepted on occasion, but never has a full blooded orc been given free reign in a human town before meself. You'd do well ta remember that, lass."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Grok stormed out of the forge and fetched his things from his warhorse and stormed right back in to drop everything unceremoniously to the floor at his feet. He crouched and began to sort through the bags and spared a moment to look up to her one more time.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"And ye speak of death as though it were some minor occurrence. We'll see how flippant ye are about the taking of life and how humble one should be when ye've got blood on yer own hands."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Finally, he retrieved his bag of holding from within one of the saddlebags, and turned it inside out to empty the contents upon the floor. His blacksmith's tools, two enormous double edged axe heads, and a handful of adamantine bars remained.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Should be enough to finish the handle. I can have it ready and polished before I leave in the morn." he said to himself. He turned back to the girl one last time and said... "Grok Stormhand, I come from my home at Mithril Hall, and where I go is my own business."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With that, he set about fanning the forge so that he could soften the adamantine into a workable state.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Odd Orc: Legacy of the Hunter (The Baron Winter &amp; Reyne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 15:31:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wondered why it was he seemed so angry, he was a spiky fellow, that was for sure. Ready to rise on his hackles whenever the chance arose. She tilted her head up a little and watched him thoughtfully, listening to him rant and rave on whatever issue he thought important enough to get angry over. She supposed she couldn't blame him. She knew from the war stories of soldiers and men who had seen everything that death and battle was not to be taken lightly, ever.<br><br>Rae had a lot to learn and she just hoped someone like him could teach her.<br><br>Inclining her head to him she bit her lip and then said, "You're right sir. Death and battle are not to be praised so highly," she hoped her smoothing over would work. Rae had a plan working and turning her head already that she longed to try. She might be killed for it, but it was what she wanted. "I was unable to ignore your strength though, and your skill. I was simply commending you on that, that is all."<br><br>He had left and returned so fast she was sure he had heard her, it was like the whistling of the wind, the sounds he made as he strode back and forth. She jumped when all the weapons and iron fell to the floor, but her eyes soon widened in wonder.<br><br>Rae was always a sucker for silver and things that were shiny and pointy. He should have known better than to pull those beauties out of hiding. Gulping she looked it all over until he introduced himself.<br><br>Turning her eyes away she shuddered and then smiled, nodding as she ignore his caustic comment on his whereabouts being his secret only. "A pleasure then, Grok Stormhand. I am Raziel Northington, from Nesme, well, sort of. My father owns a lot of this town, I am his daughter. Oh but please called me Rae," she smiled, flashing those dimples of her.<br><br>She sighed, "It might seem odd to say it but your weapons are gorgeous. Honestly, I can't help but admire the shape and its form. It's very lovely. Is it heavy?" She wanted to touch them but she doubted he'd let her. Besides if she even tried she could bet he'd have her head on a chopping block.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Odd Orc: Legacy of the Hunter (The Baron Winter &amp; Reyne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBaronWinter</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 14:54:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Grok rolled his eyes. This was going to be a long night. He grabbed the adamantine bars up from the ground and placed them into the fire. When he returned to the bellows, the girl was still talking. What would it take to get through to her? He shook his head and turned it to face her, still pumping away at the bellows.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Does yer mouth ever stop moving? I don't care where ye spend yer time. If ye don't like sleep, that's yer own business, but by Moradin's beard, if ye don't silence yerself this instant, I'm going to bind ye to that post and gag ye so's I don't have to listen!" he said to her as he released the bellows and grabbed his tongs from the floor to remove the adamantium from the fire.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It took him three hours to fashion the two handles and attach them to the heads. He installed the locking mechanism on the end of each handle, and it was set. Time to test it out. Battle axe in each hand, he spun them at his sides and then whirled them in a crisscross motion before him and brought them to an immediate stop with the heads pointed straight out and away from one another. Good balance... he thought to himself as he brought the hilts together and clicked the locking mechanism into place. Weapon still in hand, he walked over to his saddlebags and pulled a spool of leather wrapping from within, and carefully wrapped the handle, before he set the leather permanently in place with some magical adhesive. Another test of the eight foot long weapon saw more martial forms displayed before the girl's eyes, and he held the one hundred and fifty pound double axe out to her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Now, if ye'll excuse me, I have an ogre-mage to kill tonight. He's escaped me once today, and I'll not have the issue compounded by letting him live to see the sunrise." he told her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Without even donning his armor, he set off with his new weapon in hand and stopped long enough to pull the orc-made double axe from the side of his warhorse and split both of the steel axeheads with his newly fashioned weapon, and dashed into the swamp to finish his work so he could move on to his next destination.
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>