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Post by godmode on Sept 13, 2013 3:09:35 GMT
He was covered in blood, there were screams all around him, women and children crying at the horror that lay before them. The green skinned Orc who broad headed Great ax was covered in flesh and blood. The taint of iron was thick in the air. he stepped forward, toward a helpless child, a boy no more than 4. Tears welled in the child eyes as the murderer steeped closer. The red of his eyes matched the blood that would soon cross his face. He took his ax in both hands and raised it slowly, a thin smile crossed his lips as blood trickled across his fangs.
"You are the last one, I kill you and I kill the tribe. Heh, heh, Drive the weakness from the world, and it starts with you."
He brought the blade down with a viscous swing, putting all of his power into it, THUMP, the side of the boys head hit the ground, the ax now embedded in his breast plate, a sickening sound emanating from the bone as Chicksaloon pulled it from the now lifeless body. He looks up and searches, looking for any more males. Around him lay dozens of corpses, all male save for one. A pregnant female, the chieftains wife. she like the males, old and young alike lay bloody and dead on the cold ground. Satisfied that there were no more males to repopulate the tribe he turned to the jungle and started walking, chieftains head in hand.
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Post by godmode on Sept 13, 2013 12:55:16 GMT
He walks for a few days throe the jungle, stopping only to rest and to eat. He survives by killing the infant raptors who have only just begun to leave their nest. The mothers generally no were to be found. With each meal he collects a few more teeth adding them to his trophy rope. Soon he will add the chieftains head to that rope, but for now it was fit to stay in Chicksaloons hand rotting away. He had decided that he would make his way to the surface were tales of unheard Strength and battles of legend had trickled down to them. He wanted to feel the rush of Gorum as he fought yet again. It had been some time since he had felt his presences and that is what drove him to slaughter his tribe. It was the only way to drive the weakness from them. But before he could make his way to the surface he would need some resources, and that started with his tribes coffers, buried another days hike from him.
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Post by godmode on Sept 13, 2013 18:02:19 GMT
Reaching the edge of the forest, Chicksaloon was only minutes away from the Tribes buried gold chest, a odd and cowardly practice the now headless chief started to "guard" the tribes wealth. He pulls the chifans head from his side holding it by the stub of spine left, the hair having fallen out and the eyes eaten by bugs. The grotesque and rotting flesh dripping to the ground and the jaw haphazardly hanging open as Chicksaloon spoke.
"Your cowardliness will be the spring board from which i launch my new life into the legends of those I leave behind"
Just as he finishes a rustle can be heard in the forest, voices soon follow as well, the toung he did not understand, but once the creatures came into view he recognized them instantly. The behemoths they rode with their slick, green skin and large tacky plodding feet. It was a Patrol of Drow on the backs of Riding Geckos. They were passing a parchment back and forth and heading in the general area of the tribe hoard.
Chicksaloon cursed to him self as he realized that the parchment was in fact the map he could not find to destroy earlier, and it was going to lead them straight to the chest.
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Post by godmode on Sept 14, 2013 0:05:57 GMT
Knowing his strength, Chicksaloon chose not to engage these Drow and their undoubtedly well trained mounts in combat, he was brave and brash and could defiantly be reckless. But he was no fool and knew he could not take these two. Chicksaloon decided to follow the pair until the decided to sleep, or rather what ever it is that Drow do. He followed behind the mounted drow, who were thankfully moving at a slow pace, at a safe distance. Before long they had reached the clearing near a large sink hole were the stash was buried.. More language flowed forth from the pair as one of the Drow Dismounted. He marched forward with the parchment in hand, stopping from time to time and making adjustments to his position. after a few minutes he stooped. But somethings was wrong.
"You clever bastard, you left out a step." He whispered under his breadth.
The drow who had the parchment tossed it down the sink hole and pulled a small shovel from his pack. he scraped up a little bit of dirt making a small pile to the side and looked around a bit. Then he plunged the tool deep into the ground, a crash of mettle on glass could be heard just before a puff of smoke followed by a explosion. The Drow had dug in the wrong place and triggered a trap, and he paid with his life for the mistake. The other drow cursed and grabbed the reigns of the now riderless brown gecko a took off in the other direction leaving a trail of beaten down brush in his wake.
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Post by godmode on Sept 14, 2013 13:32:11 GMT
Chicksaloon, having been the one who originally buried the chest, knew exactly were to dig. He waited for a hour until he was absolutely sure the Drow was not coming back. Stepping out of the brush, he calmly walked up to the tool now laying on the ground and plucked it from a dismembered hand.
"Thank you" He said to the corpse, a sadistic smile upon his face.
He then proceeded about 10 feet to the left of the triggered trap and its crater and began to dig, it took only a few seconds as he had not put it all that deep and he was pulling a stiff, dirty, smelly leather sack the size of a large fist from the ground, filled to the brim with platinum and gold coins. Pocketing the sack, he set off into the jungle again, this time following the trail of beaten and battered brush left in the wake of the fleeing drow.
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Post by godmode on Sept 15, 2013 14:00:47 GMT
The light had faded and the night was starting to age, Chicksaloon however continued on. Being a orc his eyes were well adjusted to the night, being able to see the heat given off by people. He had been following the crushed vegetation for several hours and was hoping to follow it all the way back to were the Drow came down from Sekamina.
Halfway into the night, Chciksaloon had pushed himself to stay awake as exhaustion was setting it. A bright flare could b seen in the distance as could 2 large shapes and one smaller one sitting on the ground.
"I got you now"
Chicksaloon strode into the camp, the lizards sound asleep and not stiring from the tree they were tied to. The drow on the other hand stood once Chicksaloon entered the camp, in his native tounge he shouted at the orc.
"Farthoth Gurlc Silven Sloggother"
Chicksaloon bared his teeth and let his ax fall down his arm, the handle resting in his palm. with the other hand he held aloft the bag of gold. The drows eyes widened and he gestured violently to the bag, demanding it be turned over and spewing at least one obscenity.
"Cigerth git averther"
Chicksaloon dropped the bag at the Drows feet spitting at the ground. The angered Drow bent to grab the bag and keeping his eyes on Chicksaloon, who let out a mighty roar as his skin tone deepen, getting flushed with blood and turning a light hue of red. Chicsaloon brought his ax around into a might arc and swung it down on the Drow cleaving his head and shoulder from the rest of his body his black heart now exposed to the night air.
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Post by godmode on Sept 16, 2013 0:06:58 GMT
One the screams of the event settled Chicksaloon noticed the mounts were rustling, just then a idea sparked with in him. He quickly sized up the two mounts. seeing the Brown one was larger and more fit he quickly rushed over and slew the Green one before it had fully awoken. the blood of the creature splashed across Chicksaloons face and he broke from his rage. The brown one had awoken and was attempting to loose itself from the tree.
"Now Now, you need to calm down or i will behead you too." Chicksaloon then reached over and tightened the reins to the tree making sure the lizard could not shake free.
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Post by godmode on Sept 16, 2013 2:28:05 GMT
"This is going to be interesting." Chicksaloon said to him self. He had thus far mercilessly slain the Drow rider and the other riding gecko leaving only the larger stronger and undoubtedly meaner of the two, this one brown. it was still saddled up and even had some form of Barding. But at the moment Chicksaloon was worried that the reigns would break. He didn't not want to have to kill this beast, they could be extremely useful if not the fastest.
"I will starve you into submission." He said it with a slight smile as the thought came to his head. He then turned his attention to the drow and what supply he may have on him.
A few minutes later with everything in piles there was what amounted to enough food and water for about 2 weeks.
"Plenty of time."
He then took to preparing some of the beast food.
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Post by godmode on Sept 16, 2013 13:21:25 GMT
Taking the drows body over to a nearly flat log Chicksaloon laid it up on the log spreading the legs and arms. He took his ax and raised it nice and high before bringing it back down. once, twice, a third and fianly fourth time. the drows body now lay limbless on the log as Chicksalon took the Drows own dagger to cut him open. removing the heart, lungs, liver and other internal organs he placed them on a spit before he started to strip away the muscle of the former rider. this continued for some time until the drow was reduced to cuts of meat on spits and a pile of bones and waist.
He then took the waist and discarded it in the woods so that predators would not be attracted and he dragged the corps of the other mount out as well. returning to camp he took all the meat and placed it high up on the fire so that it could cure.. He then took out some of the rations and munched down on them reviving some of his energy and stamina.
"This must be driving you mad, HAHAHAHA" Chicksaloon said to the mount as he maid a bed for sleeping the rest of the night away.
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Post by godmode on Sept 16, 2013 15:24:07 GMT
Several days had passed and the Giant Gecko was starting to see the dire straits of its current situation. Several attempts by Chicksaloon to approach it had thus far failed. but having only had small quantity of water to keep it from dieing, the lizard would undoubtedly break any day now. Chicksaloon in the mean time had cleaned the skull of his former cheiftan and discarded the flesh. the now jawless skull hung, with many raptor teeth and the skull of the drow from his trophy rope on his side.
"I bet you are hungry, well there's only one way you are eating."
Chicksaloon would continue this taunting until the beast ether died, or submitted.
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Post by godmode on Sept 18, 2013 15:58:57 GMT
It had been nearly 2 weeks now and Chicksaloons rations were getting low, but the beast despite being so weak it could barley lift its head had not yet yielded to Chicksaloon. The beast would snarl and snap when ever Chicsaloon approached it exhausting it for ever greater amounts of time. On occasion a hunger predator would stalk the camp but they had as yet to attack eater one of them although the trees every morning would be filled with ever growing numbers of carrion feeders who could seance just how close to death the beast was. each night Chicksaloon would taunt it while eating his own food and each night a little more of the Lizards will would break.
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Post by godmode on Sept 19, 2013 2:48:11 GMT
A scream of pain in the night woke him. Chicksaloon quickly grabbed his ax and looked round for the source. That is when he laid his eyes upon the creature. 3 feet tall and scaled with massive scythe like claws on its feet. It was a Raptor attacking the Riding Gecko. The weakened creature unable to defend its self from the carnivorous dianasure.
"Blast it all. I am not letting this time be wasted"
He rushed at the raptor bludgeoning it with his shoulder the small dinosaur flew several feet tumbling end over end as he went before landing back on his feet. It lepta at chicksaloon who ducked to the side just barley avoiding its claws. It landed behind him and Chicksaloon took these chance to swing the head of his massive Ax around catching the beast in the back. the blow sunk deep and true crippling the creature. Chicksaloon then walked over and delivered a fatal blow severing the beast head.
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Post by godmode on Sept 20, 2013 2:20:42 GMT
His chest heaving and his face red from the creatures warm blood dripping from were it had splashed Chicksaloon had defeated the beast and prevented it from eating his possible new mount. Just as he placed his ax back in its clip a large, sticky wet object dragged its self across the back of his head. Turning around he found the Lizard had licked him in gratitude.
"Well now, some one has certainly come around now."
Chicksaloon then drug the beast corpus over and the Lizard gobbled it down with a sharp snap, cracking more bones with each snap of the jaws.
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Post by godmode on Sept 23, 2013 2:45:25 GMT
The next few days were successful ones as Chicksaloon fed the beast and learned what he would find to be a "her" personality. she would prove to be strong willed and stubborn at first but come to be of trusting nature with genital disposition and brave in the face of danger. it would however take another week for her to allow him to saddle her up and mount her.
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