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| The Western Plains; The adventures of Shawn Amberson Part 2 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 24 2012, 08:46 PM (1,446 Views) | |
| bige-deadman | Jun 24 2012, 08:46 PM Post #1 |
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Shawn was in a tree, bow and arrow in hand. He was out hunting A rather elusive stage that he has failed to kill. He and his "Adopted" daughter, where rather low on food, so he has spent the past 2 days hunting. In this time, he has only caught a rabbit and two squirrles. It only stablized their food, not improved. Movement, a bit north of him, about 10 yards away. The stage was there, eating berries from a small bush. Shawn sighted the Stag, pulled the string back- The arrow flew true, but Shawn must have made a sound, for the Stag looked up, and jumped out of the way. Shawn jumped down, and pulled out another arrow, sighted, and shot. The stag dodged again, and was heading... Stright for him? In slight panic, Shawn reach for another arrow, but found that he had run out. He turned to make sure, only to turn back to have a hoof catch him in the face. Shawn fell to the ground, but on impact, pulled his knife out, and threw. It struck the stag in the Left side of the body! Now was his chance. Ignoring the pain from the Stag's kick, He jumped on the stag, pushing it down. The stag stuggled and bellowed, rather loudly. Shawn grabed the knife, pull it out, and stabbed the stag in it's heart. It stopped. Shawn sighed a relief, and got up from the stag, and sat down at the tree to rest. His face throbbed, but he had to get the stag back to camp before it spoiled. Shawn got up, picked up the dead stag, and head to his camp.
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| T.O.R.P. | Jun 24 2012, 09:46 PM Post #2 |
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Crash. Crackle. A bison crashed through one of the few thick forests that the plains had, running from an unseen predator. It's horns chipped off bark from the trees that it ran by, not caring what it did. Berry bushes were trampled in the bison's frenzied run. Up above, the trees rustled with something jumping from one branch to another. All of a sudden, a loud war cry rang out and an orc fell from the tree right on top of the bison. Orgok was up to his usual antics again. The orc gripped the bison's horns, using them as handles to hold onto for the wild ride. The panicked beast charged straight through a cluster of trees with low branches; a few of them whipped the crazy orc in the face. Anything nearby would be able to hear all the commotion the two were causing together. |
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| bige-deadman | Jun 24 2012, 09:51 PM Post #3 |
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Shawn immdeitly dropped the stag carcass, drawing his sword. There was a loud commotion, a bit to his left. As he stepped slowly towards the noise, a bison suddenly came out, and before trampling Shawn, he could see what appeared to be an orc on its back. The bison charged, and gutted him in the stomach, before throwing him away, into a tree. Shawn though, remained awake out of sheer adrenaline. He shortly coughed up blood, and turned to see the bison charging for him. |
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| T.O.R.P. | Jun 24 2012, 09:58 PM Post #4 |
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Orgok reined the bison at the last moment, causing both him and the bison to fall to the ground. The beast was attempting to get back on its feet, but it would not get the chance. A dagger lodged itself into the skull of the bison, and it proceeded to stop struggling. Its killer, the orc, let loose a victory cry before taking notice of the human who had been gored. |
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| bige-deadman | Jun 24 2012, 10:05 PM Post #5 |
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Shawn had trouble staying awake, but it was exactly these moments that his father prepeahered him for before he died. Shawn grabbed a low hanging branch of a tree, and stood up, and took notice of the orc. He saw that his sword was cast aside, so he reached for his dagger, only to find it has loged itself into his leg. Shawn was going to pull it out, but decided agaisn't if, for without the proper tools, he could make it worse. For now, the knife stopped blood from pouring out. He returned his attention to the orc, and said, in a weak voice, before collapsing into his knees, "Who are you, orc?" |
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| T.O.R.P. | Jun 24 2012, 10:14 PM Post #6 |
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The rogue left his dagger lodged in his hunt of the day. He was more concerned with the human that was injured. The orc took one of the young man's arms around him to help with stability, completely ignoring the question he was just asked. "Where did you come from? Is there someone that can heal you? We need to get you help soon or you'll bleed out." |
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| bige-deadman | Jun 24 2012, 10:18 PM Post #7 |
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Shawn was losing the ability to stay awake, he could only catch a few words, but he could make out the meaning. "Claira... Camp, south, 5 min- minutes..." Shawn was awake, but lost the energy to speak. His feet dragged as the orc walked on. |
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| T.O.R.P. | Jun 24 2012, 10:29 PM Post #8 |
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Orgok walked into the camp, looking for a place to lay Shawn down. The orc had Shawn lean against a tree for support. He spotted the tent and unrolled a bundle of fur he had strapped to his back. Then, he carefully helped his new charge onto the fur. Orgok then rummaged through the nearby supplies to see if there was anything to be done about the wound. |
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| bige-deadman | Jun 24 2012, 10:36 PM Post #9 |
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Claira was walking down to the camp with a branch. Shawn wanted her to go around the camp, and search for any firewood, and she found a large branch to carry. She came to the camp, to find an orc rummaging through the supply stash, and Shawn bleeding out, on a fur rug. Claira stopped, fear taking over. She looked at Shawn, then the orc. Fear turned to anger, and anger turned to rage. "Shawn!" She yelled, as she charged the orc, branch helf high. |
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| T.O.R.P. | Jun 24 2012, 10:49 PM Post #10 |
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Before he knew it, a branch was repeatedly hitting him on the back. Orgok turned, grabbed the branch, and snarled. "Stop it. I'm trying to help that kid over there!" He let go afterwards, rummaging through the supplies again. After a minute or two, he pulled out some gauze. This would have to do for the time being. He hurried over to Shawn. "Still with me, kiddo?" |
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| bige-deadman | Jun 24 2012, 10:53 PM Post #11 |
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Shawn was in a daze, He thought there was somebody heling him, he couldn't tell. "Get Claira, get gauze..." He fell unconscious. |
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| T.O.R.P. | Jun 24 2012, 11:04 PM Post #12 |
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"Claira? Who's Clai-" the orc broke off, turning to the little girl. Orgok grabbed the girl by the collar of her clothing and brought her over to their patient. He was not known for being gentle with anything. His hands moved to unroll some gauze while Claira was to do whatever she was suppose to. There was nothing to cut the gauze with precision, so Orgok did what he could with another dagger of his. |
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| bige-deadman | Jun 25 2012, 02:30 PM Post #13 |
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Claira was stricken with fear as the orc dragged her over to Shawn, but seeing the gauze in his hands, she understood his intentions. He was currently trying to cut the gauze with his dagger, but at this point, it may be of little use. To add to her horror, Shawn's own dagger was lodged in his leg. Gauze alone would be no use, as it would only slow the flow, and Shawn was already pale, but Claira had and idea. She sat crossed legged, put her hands over Shawns stomach, and wispered s few words. The bleeding slowed, but did not stop. Claira looked at the orc, eyes pleading. |
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| T.O.R.P. | Jun 27 2012, 08:43 PM Post #14 |
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Frustrated, Orgok handed the gauze to Claira and his dagger. Why was he even bothering to help? Well, Orgok was not one to let some just slip away into death because of his actions. Now, intentional murder was something else. "Here, cover his wounds with these and keep him from bleeding as much as possible. When it soaks through, cut some new gauze for him. I'm going to get someone who can help." Orgok then stood over Shawn. "And you, stay alive kiddo or I'll chase you into the afterlife for being weak." The orc disappeared into the wild, moving faster than most orcs did. His fleet-footed movements were propelling him back to camp. One of the shamans had to be there. Minutes Later... Orgok came bursting through the foilage, urgency showed on his face. "What is it, old friend?" spoke Morgrom. "I injured a human by mistake, I need you to heal his wounds. He's been gored through the stomach as well as stabbed by his own dagger." Morgrom shifted into a ghost wolf and together they ran back to the human camp. Not a moment was wasted on words as Morgrom returned back to his normal being to work shamanic magic on Shawn. His voice became deep, buried in his chest as he hummed something and his hands began to disappear under a swirling torrent of water. The water moved into Shawn's wounds, gleaming like silver, it worked to mend flesh. |
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| bige-deadman | Jun 28 2012, 08:57 AM Post #15 |
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Shawn felt like he was in a dream, one where he could not move nor speak. In it, a small girl put something around a hole in his stomach, where blood was slowly coming out of. A few minutes later, two orcs came out the side of his view. He was focused on one. This ones hands seemed to turn water, and the water flowed over his wound in his stomach. He felt little pain as this happened, and later, the dream was lost. He woke to find the two orcs standing over him, one was the shaman that was with Kutaka, the other was the one riding the bison that injured him. He felt his stomach, but only felt loose gauze. As for the knife, it seemed to be somehow discarded, though he did not know how. Claira was standing off to the side, staring at him. Was relived he was alive. He tilted his head back, let lose a sigh, and said, "Thank you." |
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| T.O.R.P. | Jun 28 2012, 01:00 PM Post #16 |
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Morgrom grunted, his way of accepting someone's thanks. Orgok, on the other hand, smiled in a sort of approving manner. He scratched his chin that was buried underneath his wild beard in thought. "I'll be back. Keep the squishy humans company, will ya?" sneered Orgok. Then, he left the site to retrieve the game left out in the wild. Morgrom let a low growl escape from his chest before moving to the other side of the camp. He sought himself a nice little corner, sat down, crossed his legs, closed his eyes and entered into a deep meditative state. It was evident that he was not much for conversation. |
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| bige-deadman | Jun 28 2012, 01:58 PM Post #17 |
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Shawn sat up, and told Claira to get some sleep, even though it was still around mid-morning. She went into the tent, though she probly did not actully go to sleep, she probably just sat there, thinking over the day. Seeing as how the orc shaman was not up for a conversation, he sat there and decided to think. He eventally was lost in his thoughts. |
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| T.O.R.P. | Jun 29 2012, 05:46 PM Post #18 |
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"Hnnnng." Orgok lifted the rib of the bison onto his shoulder with some effort. His other hand was busy holding up the chuck of the stag as he made his way back to camp. It took the wild orc a few extra minutes to return to camp with the extra weight he carried. Orgok dropped the cuts on the grass. "So, who's doing the cooking? I already did the cutting and lifting." He looked to Morgrom, who was still in meditation, then to Shawn and Claira. |
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| bige-deadman | Jun 30 2012, 09:14 AM Post #19 |
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Shawn got up as the orc turned his gaze towards him. "I guess I will then." Shawn said. He got up, and walk over to the tent to ask Claira to help. When he looked inside, she was playing with the doll a orc not a while ago gave her. He asked her to go get some herbs and spices from the cache of supplies. He walked over and took the stag and bison carcasses, and placed them by the camp fire. He walked around, looking for a pot, and spotted one by Morgrom, he picked it up, and placed it over the campfire. Claira walked over and placed a few bags of herbs and spices by his side, then sat down, and hugged her doll. Shawn was thinking of what to make, when he decided stew would do for now. He elbowed Claira, who got up, and grabbed one of the last few bags remaining, that held some vegetables, and tossed it to Shawn, who grabbed it and set it by his side. He took a wooden board that was a bit to his left, and set it on his lap. He took out the knife from his sheath, and took a peace of stag, and cut it into small, bite sized peaces, and did the same with the bison meat. He swiped it into the pot, while adding some water in the pot from his canteen. This would later turn to broth as he boiled the stag meat. As it turned to broth, Shawn took out some carrots, and began to dice them. After he did, he swept them into the stew, then a took out some peas, and put them in. He stirred the stew as all the water finnaly turned to broth. In the final stages, He add some herbs from the small bags, and a spice, along with some salt. He put some of the stew, and put it into a small wooden bowl, and passed it to Claira. He took another wooden bowl, filled it, then passed it to Orgok. He did the same for Morgrom. "Sorry if it does not suit your tastes, I am not used to guests." |
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| T.O.R.P. | Jun 30 2012, 12:11 PM Post #20 |
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Orgok took the bowl with one hand, raising it up in a sort of toast before putting the brim to his lips. A gentle breath of air escaped from his mouth as he blew on the stew to cool it. The orc then tilted the bowl and drank most of the liquid in two large gulps. Some of it dribbled into and down his beard. A dagger appeared out of nowhere into his hand; this dagger served as his spoon with which he scooped up the meat using the side of the blade. He was a messy orc. Orgok put the bowl down with a satisfied burp. "Not bad." He then removed from his hip a flask of mead. He popped open the lid in eager anticipation of the drink. Morgrom by now had left his deep meditative state. The shaman looked at Orgok with a shake of his head. His attention was then turned to Shawn. "I see you have not left the plains since we last met, young one." rumbled Morgrom. Orgok turned, curious at his long time friend's sudden words. "You've met this guy before?" "Once." |
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