Nox Noctis-Part 1

This is a re-imagining of some world pvp and rp. 
===Chapter One: Hunting===
Karyrth sprang through the bush with the cry, 'I gotcha now, ya devil!' His prey, a young doe immediatly reacted by bounding away. It was in vain, Karyrth had rigged the whole pass with traps. He paused, waiting to hear that yelp of an anguished doe. It was indeed there, Karyth rushed foward to the origin, hearing another cry, harsh and deep. He turned and saw that he had downed a vicious looking creature. An orc with black hair streaked with blue, dark mottled green skin, slitted eyes and thin dripping fangs.
'What was that?' called out another hunter. 'Nothing, just a bear.' Karyrth bellowed back and turned his attention to the orc who was struggling with his bonds. Karyrth couldn't speak much orcish so he raised his axe in front of his face. The orc understood this and stopped twitching. Karyrth paused for a minute then hit the orc hard on the head with the flat end of his axe. The orc passed out instantly. Karyrth thought about this for a minute before spying a strange thing. On the orcs forehead was a rune which seemed to be cut into his head. Karyrth said nothing but snapped his fingers. A white ram came striding out of the bushes nearby with rough fur and horns. Karyrths mount, Angor which meant white in gnomish. He stowed the orc on the back of his ram. The swamp was wet and unwelcoming, he wanted an ale but had to deal with this orc first. Something was striding through the marshes, heading towards Karyrth and his mount. He raised the scope of his gun to the orc. It was female. 'If this is that blasted Ursala again.' he grumbled, taking aim. This was most certainly not Ursala though as Karyrth realised it was not a shaman but a warrior. He knew of Ursala and tried to find her but gave up rather quickly, oddly out of character for him. He secretly did not wish any harm to her.
He fired but didn't see where the shot went. The warrior disappeared into a cloud of smoke ,the cloud dissapated and the warrior fell. Karyrth leapt onto the back of his ram and pulled the reigns. The beast shot off down the road, through the misty rain. Karyrth felt a sharp blow and fell from his mount. The orc was awake and had fallen to the bloodlust. It lunged for Karyrth with his staff. Karyrths axe shot foward in response. Assessing the background, he realised the orc could be defeated with a different move. A guard was watching the fight keenly. He snapped his fingers and Redtusk, his boar charged foward towards the orcs back. It plunged its teeth sharply into the orcs leg causing it to trip over the boar and fall backwards. Karyrth gave him a sharp kick, making him slip over the rocks and fall. 'Y'know,' muttered the guard. 'From this height, he'll live.' Karyrth grinnned wickedly at the dwarf and reached into his backpack. He drew out a small bomb, framed with copper and silver. A flick of the wrist, the bomb disappeared over the edge. An explosion confirmed the kill as Karyrth slumped foward, wounded from some Fel attack.
The guard became more distant despite standing right next to him, the wound faded and the ground felt lighter. '
Category:Story