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[Talon Lord Othrim]

 

The morning air was cool and crisp. Cyriene could feel it's cold fingers caress her face. With it the scent of musk. She edged her way forward through the undergrowth taking care to keep the wind on her face. She had been tracking the white Hart for 3 days now and she was soo close she could smell him. Her tracking had led her deep into the great forrest 3 days north/west of her home village of Heldegrad. Up almost to the feet of the Black Mountains. If she failed now she risked going back to her brothers with nothing. No, that was not an option. She had told them the the beast months ago and they teased her awfully. "A woman could never bring a Hart down," was their favorate. After days of torment she picked up her bow and some rations and set out. She would prove to them she was every bit as good a hunter as them. She had been practicing with her bow while they were our hunting. Now she will show them.

From deep within her hiding place she could see the Hart. A hugh stag with magnificent antlers. His coat and allmost pearlesent white sheen. She notched her arrow, drew back her bow and took aim. Slightly higher than her intended target and a little to the right to allow for the wind and ..... *Twang*

The arrow winged its way forward. She watched and it flew true. She watched as from somewhere to the left of her a spear ripped trough the trees and pearced it's flank. As the Hart fell the undergrowth exploded as two large Orcs dressing in ragged furs darted forward.
"Got da bastard!" one exclaimed. " 'Bout time we had somefin be'er than rabbits 'n squirril." They began hacking into the downed beast before it had chance to draw it's last breath. She watched horrified as they ripped through its beautifull coat. Intent only on the red meat beneath.

"Wait a minute," one of the Greenskins reached down and plucked the arrow from the Harts cheast and held it up, "Sum'n else is 'ere."

Fear gripped her. The Orc hunters began to look around them scanning the undergrowth.....

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And thus begins your tale. What happens from here is your story.

[Solaria]

Cyriene held her breath momentarily while she thought quickly as to what her next step should be.
Slowly edging backwards, her eyes never leaving the grunts before her. She knew that she wouldn't
be able to take them on her own, she was good but not that good. She had been told many tales
of the Orcs by her brothers, that they were ferocious beings without any thought or care of
others. The mere thought of coming face to face with an Orc would send a shiver down her spine;
and here she was faced with two, possibly more. Cyriene scanned the area around her looking for
some sort of cover, her hand at her sword ready should she need it.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Fortunately she was using the dense foliage to keep her from the Hart's attention and this too protected her from the gaze of the 2 Orcs. They take a little time looking about them but it seems their hunger is more important and turn back to their prize. The scent of their acrid bodies blowing down towards her.

[Solaria]

Cyriene knew better than to get angry with herself, but this time it was different. "why didn't I hear them coming? or smell the damned cretts?" she'd thought to herself as she slowly turned and cautiously went on her way. Determined not to go back empty handed

[Talon Lord Othrim]

As she turned a spear point rested against her throat. Following the shaft she saw that it was being held by a tiny specimen of a green skin. Its high pitched voice shrill to her ears, "So what ave we ear den?"

[Solaria]

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Cyriene tries to dodge and flee past her assailent

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1d100 rolled for a total of: 4 (4)

[Talon Lord Othrim]

She attempts to flee but the little critter presses harder with the spear. "Now now, pretty think why are you in such a hurry?" It smiles menacingly row of tiny needle sharp teeth.

[Solaria]

Cyriene almost retched from the stench from the green ones breath as it hit her. she could feel the tip of the blade cool against her skin, lightly scraping leaving a white trail. " I have to get back my brothers are looking for me, you wouldn't want to get me into any trouble would you?" She didn't know if you could reason with these things but she was about to find out.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

"Oh you already in trouble." It takes a deep breath about to shout.

[Solaria]

Cyriene goes to grab the spear pushing it toward her assailent, while attempting to strike him down with her foot so she can make her escape.

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1d100 rolled for a total of: 22 (22)

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Othrim edit: edited you post. this is how you lay it out. visual description hidden roll.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

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1d100 rolled for a total of: 17 (17)

The little critter loses grip of the spear and her boot replaces his open mouth with a muffled 'Flump'

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you still have the advantage

[Solaria]

she stomped down as hard as she could before running past him, faster than she had ever ran before, zig zagging her way so to confuse them should they follow. Cyriene daren't look back and wanted to get as much distance between herself them as she could before finding a safe place to lay low. She closed her eyes momentarily and hoped that the wind wouldn't change, and keep her scent from them. thoughts racing through her head on what she sould do, she'd make sure she couldn't see or hear them and she would look for a higher place to keep watch until all was clear she thought to herself still running.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Having successfully escaped you run for what seems like an age. Stopping to take stock of your surroundings you realise that you are lost. It will be getting dark soon and it will take you 3 days to get back home.

[Solaria]

Every step she took carried her further into the forest. Cyriene knew she should be making her way back but she was stuborn and set in her ways and knew how to survive in the woods so another few nights would'nt do any harm. She couldn't quite face the taunting from her brothers, not yet. She turned and her legs walked at a steady pase, in search of water and a safe place to bed down for a few hours.
Her dark eyes turn up to the sky and she hopes that it will be a dry night despite the cool wind whispering around her.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Her prayers where answered. There was not a cloud in the sky and no chance of rain. However, the wind changed to a south facing. As it blew it brought with the cold of the frozen mountains with it. After several hour she could see an outcrop of land that could be used to offer some shelter.

[Solaria]

Her pase quickening now,eager to reach her destination. Cyriende didnt realise just how tired she was and was keen to rest her weary feet after the long trek.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The shelter was adiquate and still retained some of the grounds residual heat tho in this wind that would soon abate.

[Solaria]

Cyriene gathered some bark and leaves from nearby and allowed herself to relax. Pulling her furs closer to her body for warmth she closed her eyes and found herself slowly drifting

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The night passed. Only a couple of times was she awoken to the sound of animals who also thought the recess would be good cover. Opening her eyes to the morning light she could feel the dampness of the morning dew seeping to her skin and she was cold.

"Morning, I wonders when you would wake you humans sleep soo long. It's a wonder you spieces has thrived so well."

The voice came from somewhere above her in the trees.

[Solaria]

Cyriene bolted upright, her eyes squinting to see through the tree's. "who's there?""she questioned with one hand reaching out for her bow.