Post by nura on Mar 3, 2012 3:46:15 GMT -5
Bloodgripper slasherfang slouched in line as the old human inspected the ranks stiffening as he got near and straightening with a grin as the bearer of coloured ribbons approached.
He saluted as a ribbon of purple was pinned to his chest, the human said that ribbon entitled him to a gold in his hand and and a silver a week for the rest of his life.As a maker bloodgripper was thinking furiously for if true he was rich for as long as it lasted.
Bloodgripper entered town and was shocked,nothing but old women and children the younger women obviously hiding the men dead or taken as slaves, the shock wasn't that the town was devastated,it was that there was still a town and people alive, no orcs would have been so stupid. Bloodgripper sniffed loudly and shouldered aside excited orcs and made his way to the craftsman's area looking for a silver or goldsmiths. Outside the shop he dropped his weapons and entered, bowing to the granther in the corner and confronting the large human woman at the counter,"I am bloodgripper slasherfang a maker, you have no men's, I offer myself as men's to your house, I am strong smart and not need much,I need food and a woman, I learn trade and be good guard, I want my children to be tough and rich!
His wish was granted the slasherfang gold emporium went from strength to strength, and often his old comrades would come around to drink and regale his huge collection of waifs, with old stories of blood and glory golden hazed with wine and and time.
Bloodgripper gazed fondly at his youngest great grandchild, her gap toothed smile and trust and sheer energy awed him, she was a maker and a healer born, a mere glance at her great gap toothed smile healed her granthers heart. he tried to look as a man at his favourite grandchild, imagining the long strong limbs and golden hair,saw the woman within the child and knew she would tear men's hearts out with abandon and was content. This one would bring more honour to the house and he would grant her request when it came.....
Helva Slasherfang cradled her granthers head and wept bitterly, the old fierce heart that's beat had bound all of his house was done, and her champion was gone it was now and only now to go and make her way hesitate and the bonds of family and house would swallow her and her dreams.
Helva gave a last kiss to the old patriarch, hefted her pack and made her way to the caravanserie, she was little loss to family,she consoled herself,"Im plain, weak and without skills better I go and see what I can do, than try to be a dowry magnet".Self reassured she strode for the caravans, stride confidant and buoyant.......
He saluted as a ribbon of purple was pinned to his chest, the human said that ribbon entitled him to a gold in his hand and and a silver a week for the rest of his life.As a maker bloodgripper was thinking furiously for if true he was rich for as long as it lasted.
Bloodgripper entered town and was shocked,nothing but old women and children the younger women obviously hiding the men dead or taken as slaves, the shock wasn't that the town was devastated,it was that there was still a town and people alive, no orcs would have been so stupid. Bloodgripper sniffed loudly and shouldered aside excited orcs and made his way to the craftsman's area looking for a silver or goldsmiths. Outside the shop he dropped his weapons and entered, bowing to the granther in the corner and confronting the large human woman at the counter,"I am bloodgripper slasherfang a maker, you have no men's, I offer myself as men's to your house, I am strong smart and not need much,I need food and a woman, I learn trade and be good guard, I want my children to be tough and rich!
His wish was granted the slasherfang gold emporium went from strength to strength, and often his old comrades would come around to drink and regale his huge collection of waifs, with old stories of blood and glory golden hazed with wine and and time.
Bloodgripper gazed fondly at his youngest great grandchild, her gap toothed smile and trust and sheer energy awed him, she was a maker and a healer born, a mere glance at her great gap toothed smile healed her granthers heart. he tried to look as a man at his favourite grandchild, imagining the long strong limbs and golden hair,saw the woman within the child and knew she would tear men's hearts out with abandon and was content. This one would bring more honour to the house and he would grant her request when it came.....
Helva Slasherfang cradled her granthers head and wept bitterly, the old fierce heart that's beat had bound all of his house was done, and her champion was gone it was now and only now to go and make her way hesitate and the bonds of family and house would swallow her and her dreams.
Helva gave a last kiss to the old patriarch, hefted her pack and made her way to the caravanserie, she was little loss to family,she consoled herself,"Im plain, weak and without skills better I go and see what I can do, than try to be a dowry magnet".Self reassured she strode for the caravans, stride confidant and buoyant.......
