Post by ezekiel on Oct 21, 2013 21:34:47 GMT
It was with great disdain that Grak Wolfbane accepted the company of a half-orc and a human (I'm assuming OOC - though I may edit later once I find out for sure). They are both lesser races and therefore the majority of the battle prowess naturally would have to fall upon him, the superior dwarf. To make matters worse Grak, being of Noble blood was forced to spend prolonged time with such rabble. However, he comforted himself with the knowledge that all great leaders had minions. Be they half-orc or what have you they would stop an arrow just as easily as a dwarf. And better the lesser ones than him.
So with this being said the intrepid group ventured out into the wilds to hunt even lesser prey then his companions. On the first day they found nothing. Naturally, this was the fault of the human as he thudded about in his armor like a bull through a pottery store. On the second day they came across a lone bison, but they decided it wise to leave this one be as bison are formidable creatures. They encountered nothing else that day. On the third day they barely escaped from a most dangerous green dragon. It was only through the cunning of the dwarf that they managed to avoid being forced into a battle that even he, the valiant dwarf sure could not have survived. On the fourth day they encountered a group of boars. This group they had great faith they could be victorious and therefore waged into battle with the three beasts.
The boars proved to be too formidable for the human who was felled rather quickly. Moments later the half-orc started screaming in bestial rage and hopping about as orcs are prone to do. The boars fought viciously. All seemed lost after the orc was felled. However, they had not foreseen the battle prowess of a royal dwarf carving the air with his dwarven war axe. Moments after the blasted orc had fallen both of the boars were dead. With heavy sigh he turned his attention to the orc and human providing decades of hard earned knowledge in the healing arts. They would live. And a good thing too. After he had saved their lives he was sure he could get them to swear fealty to him. A King needs subjects. They would be the first.
So with this being said the intrepid group ventured out into the wilds to hunt even lesser prey then his companions. On the first day they found nothing. Naturally, this was the fault of the human as he thudded about in his armor like a bull through a pottery store. On the second day they came across a lone bison, but they decided it wise to leave this one be as bison are formidable creatures. They encountered nothing else that day. On the third day they barely escaped from a most dangerous green dragon. It was only through the cunning of the dwarf that they managed to avoid being forced into a battle that even he, the valiant dwarf sure could not have survived. On the fourth day they encountered a group of boars. This group they had great faith they could be victorious and therefore waged into battle with the three beasts.
The boars proved to be too formidable for the human who was felled rather quickly. Moments later the half-orc started screaming in bestial rage and hopping about as orcs are prone to do. The boars fought viciously. All seemed lost after the orc was felled. However, they had not foreseen the battle prowess of a royal dwarf carving the air with his dwarven war axe. Moments after the blasted orc had fallen both of the boars were dead. With heavy sigh he turned his attention to the orc and human providing decades of hard earned knowledge in the healing arts. They would live. And a good thing too. After he had saved their lives he was sure he could get them to swear fealty to him. A King needs subjects. They would be the first.