Waylayed by Ratozg
Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 8:31 pm
Waylayed
Ratozg - November 13, 2005
Ratozg was running over a grassy hill in Hillsbrad on one of
their seemingly endless sunny days. The orc wasn't for the way
the lands worked out, prefering a jungle or maybe even a forest
to blend in with -- don't get him wrong, he was a warrior and all
for direct combat, he just didn't like getting assaulted by some
rogue who was tracking him for miles just to slip a little dagger
between his armor and ribs. The orc was running back for Tarren
Mills, after completing a certain task of slaying some guards at
the Internment Camp.
ROAR!
As Ratozg turned his head to see what it was, the obvious answer
was there, slashing at him with a mighty paw. The orc cursed the
small field of vision that his helm gave him and he brought out
his mighty axe to cut down the bear. It was a great hit, sending
blood spurting out of his beast-foe. Gleeful gutteral laughter
came out of Ratozg's throat and he roared mightily to let his
adreniline flow sending his Hellscream blood boiling. The bear
took another swipe though and ripped through Ratozg's muscly arm.
He grunted and shook it off, giving the bear another gift across
his own furry arm.
CRUNCH!
Ratozg was slammed into by something made of metal! He regained
his footing and turned toward a human bearing a mighty long sword
letting out his own pathetic human roar. On quick examination
Ratozg could read this human was more seasoned than he, but he
had defeated stronger on his own, but with these injuries and the
big bear still mauling him it would be tough. Run? Some would run
but he never would. What did running ever accomplish? What wars
did running win?! Ratozg, filled with rage at the cowardice of
the move (but complimented by the fear he conveyed) immediately
focused on the human for he was the true threat. Ratozg reached
out with his mighty battle axe and cut the man's hamstring -- it
was risky but necessary. Ratozg sent his feet to moving. He was
in constant motion it was his only chance. Another axe swing cut
the bear's hamstring, then he went beserk on the human. Rending
the man's flesh, hacking through his armour, giving every ounce
of his rage and strength on every swing he had the man battered,
bloodied, staggering. Without mercy, Ratozg went for his head and
executed him. Dead was his foe. The orc cut the bear's hamstring
again and ran for a bit to bandage himself and then finished the
bear.
His only celebration was a quick meal on the cool grass beside
the corpses to regain his strength.Ratozg stood up in silence and
ran in the direction of Tarren Mill for all celebrations, no
matter how quick, were a risk at Hillsbrad. One never knew when a
war-party would be coming through. A cat roared at him now and
Ratozg saw a dwarf about fifty yards from him. The cat was
flanking him, a normal mountain lion of the land, but the dwarf
had his own pet. The dwarf was much stronger than he, even
without the animals. Quickly, he hamstrung the mountain lion,
hoping it would stop pursing him. Ratozg was seeing red and went
straight for the dwarf that was taking shots at him as he got in
range. An inhuman burst of speed had him ram right into the
half-man with a beard and dazed him. Yet another hamstring, "Oh
you ain't gettin away from me!" and he went crazy on the dwarf,
taking the hits from the animal friend and the dwarf's little
axe. The dwarf tried to slow Ratozg but it didnt matter, they
were equal now. Whirlwind cut down across the little guy's chest
and cut deep, blood was spurting, you should have been there it
was beautiful! There was no hope as the dwarf tried to run and he
just cut him down and the beast vanished.
Others would say this was luck or the weakness of his enemies as
Ratozg would recall it over drinks at an inn, but no, Ratozg and
Whirlwind were just that good.
Ratozg - November 13, 2005
Ratozg was running over a grassy hill in Hillsbrad on one of
their seemingly endless sunny days. The orc wasn't for the way
the lands worked out, prefering a jungle or maybe even a forest
to blend in with -- don't get him wrong, he was a warrior and all
for direct combat, he just didn't like getting assaulted by some
rogue who was tracking him for miles just to slip a little dagger
between his armor and ribs. The orc was running back for Tarren
Mills, after completing a certain task of slaying some guards at
the Internment Camp.
ROAR!
As Ratozg turned his head to see what it was, the obvious answer
was there, slashing at him with a mighty paw. The orc cursed the
small field of vision that his helm gave him and he brought out
his mighty axe to cut down the bear. It was a great hit, sending
blood spurting out of his beast-foe. Gleeful gutteral laughter
came out of Ratozg's throat and he roared mightily to let his
adreniline flow sending his Hellscream blood boiling. The bear
took another swipe though and ripped through Ratozg's muscly arm.
He grunted and shook it off, giving the bear another gift across
his own furry arm.
CRUNCH!
Ratozg was slammed into by something made of metal! He regained
his footing and turned toward a human bearing a mighty long sword
letting out his own pathetic human roar. On quick examination
Ratozg could read this human was more seasoned than he, but he
had defeated stronger on his own, but with these injuries and the
big bear still mauling him it would be tough. Run? Some would run
but he never would. What did running ever accomplish? What wars
did running win?! Ratozg, filled with rage at the cowardice of
the move (but complimented by the fear he conveyed) immediately
focused on the human for he was the true threat. Ratozg reached
out with his mighty battle axe and cut the man's hamstring -- it
was risky but necessary. Ratozg sent his feet to moving. He was
in constant motion it was his only chance. Another axe swing cut
the bear's hamstring, then he went beserk on the human. Rending
the man's flesh, hacking through his armour, giving every ounce
of his rage and strength on every swing he had the man battered,
bloodied, staggering. Without mercy, Ratozg went for his head and
executed him. Dead was his foe. The orc cut the bear's hamstring
again and ran for a bit to bandage himself and then finished the
bear.
His only celebration was a quick meal on the cool grass beside
the corpses to regain his strength.Ratozg stood up in silence and
ran in the direction of Tarren Mill for all celebrations, no
matter how quick, were a risk at Hillsbrad. One never knew when a
war-party would be coming through. A cat roared at him now and
Ratozg saw a dwarf about fifty yards from him. The cat was
flanking him, a normal mountain lion of the land, but the dwarf
had his own pet. The dwarf was much stronger than he, even
without the animals. Quickly, he hamstrung the mountain lion,
hoping it would stop pursing him. Ratozg was seeing red and went
straight for the dwarf that was taking shots at him as he got in
range. An inhuman burst of speed had him ram right into the
half-man with a beard and dazed him. Yet another hamstring, "Oh
you ain't gettin away from me!" and he went crazy on the dwarf,
taking the hits from the animal friend and the dwarf's little
axe. The dwarf tried to slow Ratozg but it didnt matter, they
were equal now. Whirlwind cut down across the little guy's chest
and cut deep, blood was spurting, you should have been there it
was beautiful! There was no hope as the dwarf tried to run and he
just cut him down and the beast vanished.
Others would say this was luck or the weakness of his enemies as
Ratozg would recall it over drinks at an inn, but no, Ratozg and
Whirlwind were just that good.