Post by Zohar on Jul 21, 2004 17:27:31 GMT
Origins Part 1
“Come and sit, the fire is warm and from the looks of you, you haven’t eaten much in days. There is more then enough meat on this fat rabbit for the both of us.” Said the tall shaved headed man.
“Thank you sir” Replied the young women.
The tall man pulls a knife from his belt and moves into the firelight to cut some of the roasting meat from the spit. As he moves into the light the Tattoos can be seen covering his face. Leisurely he shaves some meat off of the right rib of the rabbit and places it on a crude tin plate and hands it to the young women.
“Eat; you will need you strength in this place.” The tall man says. “I am Zohar Firewind by the way. What is your name?”
“ I can’t remember” answered the young women
The women looks puzzling at the tattoos on the mans face. “What are those marking over your face?”
A grim look passes over Zohar’s face. “These are the mark of my tribe.”
“Tribe?” Question the girl as she eyes the set of full plate armor and the enormous well crafted great axe laying beside him. “Those don’t seem the equipment of a savage.”
“No they don’t do they.” Replied Zohar with a sad tone in his voice. “But that is a long story.”
“Please tell me the story, this place is scary and a story will help me take my mind off this awful place.
Zohar pauses for a moment, the fire dancing in his eyes . “Very well, my story begins deep in the Western heartlands in a place called the Highmoore.
“The Highmoore is rocky and barren grassland with the only major plant life being grasses, moss and lichens. It is a land filled with ruins of castles and fortress of kingdoms and empire long forgotten. “Civilized People’ Zohars stressing the words “have nothing to do with the Highmoore because it is populated by hobgoblin, orcs and most notably trolls. It is also the home to “Barbarians and savages” again stressing the words.
I was born on the Highmoore in a thatch hut of the Plainwalker tribe. The Plainwalker tribe was made up of 4 smaller clans that came together for mutual protection against a warring tribe of hobgoblins. I was born to the war chief of the Firewind clan, Zon Firewind. As is the custom with all male children my tribe the night I was born, I was lane outside on an animal pelt. When the sun rose the next day I was still alive and as such worthy of being a member of the Plainwalker tribe.” A look of shock crossed the young women’s face.
“On the Highmore you grow up quickly, by the time I was 8 I was proficient with the short spear and the short bow. I regularly went out with my father hunting for elk and other prey creatures that live on the Moore. While I enjoyed hunting with my father I spent most of my time thinking about the ancient ruins that lay just 800 strides from our village that always had a gold light glowing from the highest tower.
None within our village would go near the ruins, the tribes Firemaker said that the ruins were cursed and that any who go near will surrender there soul. Still every night I would sit at the end of our village looking at the light. When I was sixteen I went on my first troll hunt with a war party as part of my naming rite.
The war party was not a 1000 strides from village when we where besieged by forty hobgoblins. Outnumbered four to one, the hobgoblins quick slaughter the members of the war party. It was then that I heard the voice from the ruins not 200 strides from where I stand. I could not tell you what the voice was saying, but it called to me and I knew that my only chance for survival
.
Like the wind I ran for the ruins, listening to the arrows as they whizzed past me, thinking at the time that is was only luck that prevented any of the arrows from hitting it’s mark. I ran and before I knew it I was in the ruins. The voice became clear as I entered. Child of Fire come to me said a voice in the old tower. Instinctively I knew I must go. I ran to tower with the gold light. The hobgoblin where in hot pursuit of me. I continued to run all the way up the stairs. I opened the door at the top of the tower and was bathed in a golden light.
Zohar pauses from his story for a moment, looks strangely at the young women. She looked scared and puzzled at the strange look the tattooed man in giving her. In a flash Zohar grabs the hatchet that lay next to him and threw it in the direction of the women. There was a dull thud as the hatchet struck. Then a second later another thud sounded as the body struck the ground. Zohar got up and walked over to the body. “It alright to look again” Zohar said to the young women. The young women removed her hands from her face eye on the verge of tears. She examining herself, disbelieving that here was not a hatchet sticking out of her body somewhere. The women turned to see a dog like creature standing about seven and a half feet tall with a hatchet buried deep into it skull. “Gnolls, retched creatures infest this island. Now where was I”
“Come and sit, the fire is warm and from the looks of you, you haven’t eaten much in days. There is more then enough meat on this fat rabbit for the both of us.” Said the tall shaved headed man.
“Thank you sir” Replied the young women.
The tall man pulls a knife from his belt and moves into the firelight to cut some of the roasting meat from the spit. As he moves into the light the Tattoos can be seen covering his face. Leisurely he shaves some meat off of the right rib of the rabbit and places it on a crude tin plate and hands it to the young women.
“Eat; you will need you strength in this place.” The tall man says. “I am Zohar Firewind by the way. What is your name?”
“ I can’t remember” answered the young women
The women looks puzzling at the tattoos on the mans face. “What are those marking over your face?”
A grim look passes over Zohar’s face. “These are the mark of my tribe.”
“Tribe?” Question the girl as she eyes the set of full plate armor and the enormous well crafted great axe laying beside him. “Those don’t seem the equipment of a savage.”
“No they don’t do they.” Replied Zohar with a sad tone in his voice. “But that is a long story.”
“Please tell me the story, this place is scary and a story will help me take my mind off this awful place.
Zohar pauses for a moment, the fire dancing in his eyes . “Very well, my story begins deep in the Western heartlands in a place called the Highmoore.
“The Highmoore is rocky and barren grassland with the only major plant life being grasses, moss and lichens. It is a land filled with ruins of castles and fortress of kingdoms and empire long forgotten. “Civilized People’ Zohars stressing the words “have nothing to do with the Highmoore because it is populated by hobgoblin, orcs and most notably trolls. It is also the home to “Barbarians and savages” again stressing the words.
I was born on the Highmoore in a thatch hut of the Plainwalker tribe. The Plainwalker tribe was made up of 4 smaller clans that came together for mutual protection against a warring tribe of hobgoblins. I was born to the war chief of the Firewind clan, Zon Firewind. As is the custom with all male children my tribe the night I was born, I was lane outside on an animal pelt. When the sun rose the next day I was still alive and as such worthy of being a member of the Plainwalker tribe.” A look of shock crossed the young women’s face.
“On the Highmore you grow up quickly, by the time I was 8 I was proficient with the short spear and the short bow. I regularly went out with my father hunting for elk and other prey creatures that live on the Moore. While I enjoyed hunting with my father I spent most of my time thinking about the ancient ruins that lay just 800 strides from our village that always had a gold light glowing from the highest tower.
None within our village would go near the ruins, the tribes Firemaker said that the ruins were cursed and that any who go near will surrender there soul. Still every night I would sit at the end of our village looking at the light. When I was sixteen I went on my first troll hunt with a war party as part of my naming rite.
The war party was not a 1000 strides from village when we where besieged by forty hobgoblins. Outnumbered four to one, the hobgoblins quick slaughter the members of the war party. It was then that I heard the voice from the ruins not 200 strides from where I stand. I could not tell you what the voice was saying, but it called to me and I knew that my only chance for survival
.
Like the wind I ran for the ruins, listening to the arrows as they whizzed past me, thinking at the time that is was only luck that prevented any of the arrows from hitting it’s mark. I ran and before I knew it I was in the ruins. The voice became clear as I entered. Child of Fire come to me said a voice in the old tower. Instinctively I knew I must go. I ran to tower with the gold light. The hobgoblin where in hot pursuit of me. I continued to run all the way up the stairs. I opened the door at the top of the tower and was bathed in a golden light.
Zohar pauses from his story for a moment, looks strangely at the young women. She looked scared and puzzled at the strange look the tattooed man in giving her. In a flash Zohar grabs the hatchet that lay next to him and threw it in the direction of the women. There was a dull thud as the hatchet struck. Then a second later another thud sounded as the body struck the ground. Zohar got up and walked over to the body. “It alright to look again” Zohar said to the young women. The young women removed her hands from her face eye on the verge of tears. She examining herself, disbelieving that here was not a hatchet sticking out of her body somewhere. The women turned to see a dog like creature standing about seven and a half feet tall with a hatchet buried deep into it skull. “Gnolls, retched creatures infest this island. Now where was I”
