Post by osin on Sept 22, 2020 12:18:00 GMT 1
INITIATION pt. 1
In a desert bordering his enemies’ territory, a young man endured the hellish blowing of a sandstorm. Thirsty, starving, and carrying much more than he could handle, Osin limped to the safety of his camp. The violent whistles of the storm impaired his hearing; had The Order been pursuing him for revenge, he wouldn't know until it was too late. Despite all this, something else weighed heavier on his mind. "Why?"2 days prior
It was a relatively uneventful journey for Osin before he took his first step in River Town. The silent yet brash Nuruk of humble beginnings was excited to finally partake in a raid on the opposing faction, The Order. Battle ready and eager to prove his worth, he awaited the opportunity to add to his family’s legacy. However, after his first day of arrival, Osin was certain his death was imminent; though not by disease nor, and preferably, the blade of his enemy. Nay, what was killing the impatient Nuruk was his boredom. The ‘first responding’ counter raiders whom cleared River Town relished in the food and booze left behind by their enemies. Their contradictory tales of heroism and barbarism sparked an anger and worry in Osin. How cruel would it be, if only he returned to the land of The Forsaken empty-handed, with not even a bar story of his own to tell. Surely there was something he could do to quill his boredom, besides running errands for the more experienced raiders.
On the second day since his arrival, Osin awoke to a River Town much less populated than when he last fell asleep. Could this spell an opportunity to actually do something? Osin was too impatient to wait for an answer, so he rushed to the one place he knew would never be empty, the local tavern.
“Where is everyone?” Osin inquired, as he approached a lonesome man sitting at the bar.
Between two large gulps of his pint of ale, the stranger replied dismissively. “Scouting…”
Osin observed the man, trying to discern if they’d ever crossed paths.
“Hmm?” The stranger then gave a perplexed grunt, wondering why this boy was unapologetically glaring at his face.
“You must’ve been in the party that scared The Order away.” Osin deduced from his lack of history with the man.
“Yeah, What of it?” The stranger replied before taking another gulp from his pint.
“Did you catch any of the fleers?”
“Almost, but I had to stop my pursuit; those mountains are home to some nasty mythungas. Even if Lady Mutuwa doesn’t kill that leafborn, those damned birds will.”
“Where is she?”
“Commanding the scout south of here. Why? You aren’t seriously thinking of joinin- HEY!”
Upon hearing the location of Mutuwa, Osin left the tavern before the stranger could finish his clause. Now in his dwellings, the young Nuruk collected his leather armor, machete and wooden shield before heading south. If anyone could authorize him permission to pursue the leafborn hiding in those mountains, it would've been "her".