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The Campfire / Kavaras End Game
« on: October 12, 2018, 01:24:08 AM »
Thur'ruk Beastmane has gathered the Hunters of the clan to gather offerings for Kavara,
this was Kai'grons tale.
Something stirs in the Marshes of Dustwallow…local wildlife thinned out, Crocolisk and Raptor skeletal remains
are strewn randomly across tree branches as if it they were thrown there. Even those who have chosen to remain
and call the marshes home have reported guttural screams in the night. Word of this eventually reaches Ironforge’s
Inns. With those able to lift a shield and axe away with the War, opportunistic hunters arise in their wake, two
such hunters are eager to further their reputation and redeem their tainted family name as a famed big game hunters,
Calrissian and Lando Douglas had nothing else to loose and all to gain if they could bring down whatever was terrorising
Dustwallow Marsh. So with ale in their bellys and an egos to match they set out for the marshlands of Dustwallow.
Upon arrival the Douglas brothers set out to track the beast down, asking the denizens of the Marsh lead them to
one of the north beaches to discover the first clue. Slaughtered and half eaten Murlocs are scattered across the
beach, here they pick up what seems like Gorilla tracks..only much, much larger! Following the tracks, Calrissian
comes across the remains of eaten raptors and crocolisks, not much is left only the bones, guts and claws.
Lando urges Calrissian to begin setting traps around a nest of Raptor eggs, they both joke and laugh about what
they would spend the money earned from all the Raptor skins that they would harvest from the area. It was 2 days
until they had sated their want for the skins of old and young raptors, leaving the carcasses hung upside down from
the very trees that overlooked their nests, even going so far as to cook the raptor eggs for their breakfast.
Eventually leaving their camp they carried on following the Gorilla tracks which seem to avoid a small Grimtotem
village, the dwarves took it upon themselves to observe the Tauren villagers, watching a tribal elder performing
a peaceful ritual near the edge of the village they both nodded at each other flashing a gold toothed grin. Once
finishing the ritual, the large Grimtotem lumbered his way back to his tent to sleep.
The dwarves follow allowing their egos to divert away from the primary target once again, camouflaged into
Dustwallows large foliage Calrissian goes unnoticed as he allows the Tauren to begin his nightly routine for
slumber. Waiting, watching and listening until the Village elder is asleep in his tent, Calrissian emerged from
his hiding place and uses his Karambit blade to slice down the taut wall of the tent and enters. There the
Grimtotem elder sleeps, and with a sly smirk the Dwarf kneels behind the head of the elder and runs his claw
like blade karambit across his throat, the cut severs the Tauren’s voice box rendering the elder silent as he
bleeds out slowly. The Dwarf takes a serrated bowie knife and begins to saw at the slowly diving elders long
ornately engraved horns and eventually exiting the way he came in. With rush of the kill and their greed
growing both dwarves continue the nightly elusive raid on other village elders stealing the ornate horns
from the dead or dieing grimtotem.
Later at their makeshift camp the brothers drunkenly gather the skins and clean the Grimtotem horns, Lando was
quite happy peeing at the back of camp until something made him pause mid stream. Calrissian was oblivious to
this as he was spouting a drunkern song around the fire until he fell backwards in a fit of laughter after one of his
own jokes. He kept on spouting nonsense as he looked around the camp to see if his brother was sharing in his
laughter, only to see Lando’s head wrap on the floor where he once was peeing. Looking around the camp he saw
no sign of his brother, so Cal assumed he had passed out drunk as he normally did and would see him in the morning.
Calrissian woke abruptly and in his still drunken haze glanced at the embers of the fire, dawn was not far away as
the night sky was being threatened of the light of the new day. Stumbling as he made his way to pee he was saw
where his brother was. Strewn upside down from one of their camp defences was Lando, his skin removed with
intestines, blood and other body fluids below the swaying body. Cal stood in shock, adrenaline pushing any residual
drunken haze from him as he dropped to his knees screaming in pain and anger.
Moments later a roar was heard, turning his head and wiping away tears from his eyes, Cal spotted something
clamber towards him, feeling the earth beneath him shake as this thing walked made the Dwarf rise up and grab
for whatever he could. Standing there with his Karambit blades gripped tight, Cal screamed towards what was
the beast both Dwarves where hunting, with the morning fog of the marshes rising it took a few moments for the
Dwarf to see that the beast was in fact a large Gorilla. It stopped and rose to its hind legs, thumped its chest
whilst giving a guttural roar and then dropped to its fore legs once again. Cal stood there, in his shook and adrenaline
pumped state he roared back and screamed dwarvern obscenities towards the Gorilla. Moments later the Gorilla
began to run towards the dwarf, gaining momentum it came into view. Calrisian just stood there as the realisation
that this Gorilla was no Gorilla, it was something more, Its skin a purple mottled colour, a single bloodthirsty eye
resided in what was an ogre like face.
The Gronnling was at full speed when the darts lethargy poison that had pierced its neck took effect as it fell to
the marshy floor and slide right up to the Dwarf, Calrissian looked down at the unconscious beast, he would also
notice blood forming on what would be a spear like shape emerging from his own chest, he felt the ground fall away
as he was lifted to the air. His screams would be silent as his own weight made him fall further onto the spear, then
as abruptly as it was thrusted through his chest was it pulled out, with its barbed edges tearing dwarvern flesh.
Dropping to his knees he wheezed and fought to breathe, lungs pierced he looked up and saw nothing but the
red tattooed face of an orc appear in front of him, the dwarf tried to thrust his blade in the orcs direction but was
met with a low menacing growl as a full face of snarling fangs growled next to his own face.
The orc knelt down to meet the silent, bleeding Dwarf and spoke with a guttural growl.
“Who is the monster here Dwarf…the Gronnling behind me who is lost an’ only hunts to survive in this new world.”
The orc stands and points with his spear to the hanging skinned dwarf.
“or those that believe the hunt is a sport, to relish in the kill an’ chase, casting their quarry aside in favour of trinkets, gold or recognition.”
Turning his back to the now dieing dwarf the orc kneels down and removes his poisoned dart from the unconscious Gronnling’s neck.
“The Mag’har will be here soon enough to collect there gronnling, I’ll leave you to let them know of your decision on who the real monster is here”
With Calrissian now laid on the floor trying to breathe, the orc walks towards the strewn up Lando and runs his spear
down the exposed spine of the Dwarf and grips the head and pulls the skull and spine from the body.
“Your brother’s gift to Kavara has shown me that to hunt is not always to kill.”
With that the orc and his wolf disappear into the dawning fog with only the sounds of a wheezing dieing dwarf, a snoring
Gronnling and distant shouts of Mag’har and Darkspear scouts searching for the lost Gronnling.
this was Kai'grons tale.
Something stirs in the Marshes of Dustwallow…local wildlife thinned out, Crocolisk and Raptor skeletal remains
are strewn randomly across tree branches as if it they were thrown there. Even those who have chosen to remain
and call the marshes home have reported guttural screams in the night. Word of this eventually reaches Ironforge’s
Inns. With those able to lift a shield and axe away with the War, opportunistic hunters arise in their wake, two
such hunters are eager to further their reputation and redeem their tainted family name as a famed big game hunters,
Calrissian and Lando Douglas had nothing else to loose and all to gain if they could bring down whatever was terrorising
Dustwallow Marsh. So with ale in their bellys and an egos to match they set out for the marshlands of Dustwallow.
Upon arrival the Douglas brothers set out to track the beast down, asking the denizens of the Marsh lead them to
one of the north beaches to discover the first clue. Slaughtered and half eaten Murlocs are scattered across the
beach, here they pick up what seems like Gorilla tracks..only much, much larger! Following the tracks, Calrissian
comes across the remains of eaten raptors and crocolisks, not much is left only the bones, guts and claws.
Lando urges Calrissian to begin setting traps around a nest of Raptor eggs, they both joke and laugh about what
they would spend the money earned from all the Raptor skins that they would harvest from the area. It was 2 days
until they had sated their want for the skins of old and young raptors, leaving the carcasses hung upside down from
the very trees that overlooked their nests, even going so far as to cook the raptor eggs for their breakfast.
Eventually leaving their camp they carried on following the Gorilla tracks which seem to avoid a small Grimtotem
village, the dwarves took it upon themselves to observe the Tauren villagers, watching a tribal elder performing
a peaceful ritual near the edge of the village they both nodded at each other flashing a gold toothed grin. Once
finishing the ritual, the large Grimtotem lumbered his way back to his tent to sleep.
The dwarves follow allowing their egos to divert away from the primary target once again, camouflaged into
Dustwallows large foliage Calrissian goes unnoticed as he allows the Tauren to begin his nightly routine for
slumber. Waiting, watching and listening until the Village elder is asleep in his tent, Calrissian emerged from
his hiding place and uses his Karambit blade to slice down the taut wall of the tent and enters. There the
Grimtotem elder sleeps, and with a sly smirk the Dwarf kneels behind the head of the elder and runs his claw
like blade karambit across his throat, the cut severs the Tauren’s voice box rendering the elder silent as he
bleeds out slowly. The Dwarf takes a serrated bowie knife and begins to saw at the slowly diving elders long
ornately engraved horns and eventually exiting the way he came in. With rush of the kill and their greed
growing both dwarves continue the nightly elusive raid on other village elders stealing the ornate horns
from the dead or dieing grimtotem.
Later at their makeshift camp the brothers drunkenly gather the skins and clean the Grimtotem horns, Lando was
quite happy peeing at the back of camp until something made him pause mid stream. Calrissian was oblivious to
this as he was spouting a drunkern song around the fire until he fell backwards in a fit of laughter after one of his
own jokes. He kept on spouting nonsense as he looked around the camp to see if his brother was sharing in his
laughter, only to see Lando’s head wrap on the floor where he once was peeing. Looking around the camp he saw
no sign of his brother, so Cal assumed he had passed out drunk as he normally did and would see him in the morning.
Calrissian woke abruptly and in his still drunken haze glanced at the embers of the fire, dawn was not far away as
the night sky was being threatened of the light of the new day. Stumbling as he made his way to pee he was saw
where his brother was. Strewn upside down from one of their camp defences was Lando, his skin removed with
intestines, blood and other body fluids below the swaying body. Cal stood in shock, adrenaline pushing any residual
drunken haze from him as he dropped to his knees screaming in pain and anger.
Moments later a roar was heard, turning his head and wiping away tears from his eyes, Cal spotted something
clamber towards him, feeling the earth beneath him shake as this thing walked made the Dwarf rise up and grab
for whatever he could. Standing there with his Karambit blades gripped tight, Cal screamed towards what was
the beast both Dwarves where hunting, with the morning fog of the marshes rising it took a few moments for the
Dwarf to see that the beast was in fact a large Gorilla. It stopped and rose to its hind legs, thumped its chest
whilst giving a guttural roar and then dropped to its fore legs once again. Cal stood there, in his shook and adrenaline
pumped state he roared back and screamed dwarvern obscenities towards the Gorilla. Moments later the Gorilla
began to run towards the dwarf, gaining momentum it came into view. Calrisian just stood there as the realisation
that this Gorilla was no Gorilla, it was something more, Its skin a purple mottled colour, a single bloodthirsty eye
resided in what was an ogre like face.
The Gronnling was at full speed when the darts lethargy poison that had pierced its neck took effect as it fell to
the marshy floor and slide right up to the Dwarf, Calrissian looked down at the unconscious beast, he would also
notice blood forming on what would be a spear like shape emerging from his own chest, he felt the ground fall away
as he was lifted to the air. His screams would be silent as his own weight made him fall further onto the spear, then
as abruptly as it was thrusted through his chest was it pulled out, with its barbed edges tearing dwarvern flesh.
Dropping to his knees he wheezed and fought to breathe, lungs pierced he looked up and saw nothing but the
red tattooed face of an orc appear in front of him, the dwarf tried to thrust his blade in the orcs direction but was
met with a low menacing growl as a full face of snarling fangs growled next to his own face.
The orc knelt down to meet the silent, bleeding Dwarf and spoke with a guttural growl.
“Who is the monster here Dwarf…the Gronnling behind me who is lost an’ only hunts to survive in this new world.”
The orc stands and points with his spear to the hanging skinned dwarf.
“or those that believe the hunt is a sport, to relish in the kill an’ chase, casting their quarry aside in favour of trinkets, gold or recognition.”
Turning his back to the now dieing dwarf the orc kneels down and removes his poisoned dart from the unconscious Gronnling’s neck.
“The Mag’har will be here soon enough to collect there gronnling, I’ll leave you to let them know of your decision on who the real monster is here”
With Calrissian now laid on the floor trying to breathe, the orc walks towards the strewn up Lando and runs his spear
down the exposed spine of the Dwarf and grips the head and pulls the skull and spine from the body.
“Your brother’s gift to Kavara has shown me that to hunt is not always to kill.”
With that the orc and his wolf disappear into the dawning fog with only the sounds of a wheezing dieing dwarf, a snoring
Gronnling and distant shouts of Mag’har and Darkspear scouts searching for the lost Gronnling.
