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Rummaging The Rubble; <open!>
Topic Started: Sep 5 2011, 02:32 PM (159 Views)
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The moon had just set over the mountains and the sun had begun to rise over the plain as Aetrix, a young adult that appeared to be no older than seventeen, slowly walked towards the burning remains of his tribe's camp. Just the night before they had been attacked by an angry group of half man half horse beasts, mad that the human tribe had been selling the hide of the animals they hunted for profit. The tribe was in need of materials that they could not produce themselves, what else was there to do?

Aetrix poked through the burnt rubble of tents, equipment, and even the occasional remains of his fellow tribe members. He was the only living thing in sight as the smell of fire and decay kept most of the wildlife and anybody with common sense away. A few small fires still burned, hanging on to the last bits of fuel that was available to destroy.

As Aetrix rummaged through the destruction, the only thing worth finding was a sword. It was his father's sword, protected by the metal and leather scabbard it rested in. He picked it up and slid the blade from the sheath, admiring his reflection in the metal. He quickly sheathed the blade again and sighed. Aetrix knew there were other survivors, ones he was sure he would have to find.
 
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The smell of smoke had interrupted Orgok’s beauty sleep, and the orc was quite annoyed. The rogue climbed further up the tree that he had made as his bed, keeping sure to stay on thick limbs that would support his weight. It took him only a moment to reach the very top and he peered out from the leaves and branches. There was fire some hundred yards away. Strange, the centaurs would have long attended to any fire that would harm their precious plains. Unless, the centaurs themselves started it, Orgok thought. The rather limber orc shimmied down the tree with all haste, making his way towards the occurrence that now held his attention. He had been bored to death ever since Rahklar and Morgrom went to attend business in Duran. Anything that gave the slightest hint of battle made him giddy.
 
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Aetrix had little interest in sticking around the burnt remains of his home. His familiar, a Peregrine Falcon, swooped down from the skies and quickly roosted on Aetrix's arm which was protected by a thick glove. Aetrix caressed the bird's feathers.

“Looks like it's just you and me for a while, Valkyrie.” Aetrix said. The bird only let out what would normally be an ear-piercing shriek, only toned down to a much quieter level. With a sigh, shrug and kick of a piece of burnt wood Aetrix turned to the west, easily finding the direction as the sun had yet to reach noon so it was still in the east. The best chance he had was along the coast, the place his tribe had always planned to meet should there ever be an attack.

Aetrix began to walk to the west, in the direction he believed the coast to be. His falcon soon roosted on his shoulder, looking further ahead than Aetrix could.
 
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Orgok relished the chance to run so freely, running at the same speed a wild horse would run. It was on and off, but every time he burst back into that level of speed, it made him feel great. The hundred or so yards had become fifty and those yards were still dwindling away. The smell of decay began to hit the orc’s nostrils, making him huff puffs of air.
 
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