Yeor
03-14-08, 05:53 AM
The tall oak trees dimmed even the rays from the sun, as Limrén journeyed deep into the forest of Brokenthorn. His every foot step squished the wet dirt under his feet. This forest was not the place he had in mind when he decided to make his own house, but it was quiet... For the most part. He didn’t mind the legends of giant spiders or other foul beasts plaguing these woods, than again he had never really seen a real monster. Deeper into the heart of the forest Limrén found the perfect place to start his hut. The damp forest was dark, everywhere he looked he could see nothing but Oak or Trakym trees. Everyone once and a while he might spot a Cyper tree, but still no large spiders. He was starting to think that the beasts of Brokenthorn were a legend created by the environmentalists to keep the Brokenthorn Lumber, inc. from venturing into the forests and cutting more wood.
Limrén had never really had a home of his home, much of his childhood was spent roaming the lands with his tribe. He wanted a place to call home, somewhere he could keep his valuable items and treat guests. He needed somewhere that he could relax and feel safe. The world was forming into a very dangerous place and this land might be his own little haven from what lies outside of the woods and not to distant from the small island of Scara Brae. Somewhere roughly one mile into the forest Limrén found a small rock formation his eyes gazed in amazement.
Could this be it? He quickly ran toward the rocks. About forty feet from the stones he heard a strange hiss behind him, he quickly stopped and ducked below an oak trees branches.
What was that? He peered into the black forest looking for maker of the sound, his hand slowly extending towards one of the two swords strapped to his back. He saw nothing, as he got up he slammed his forehead into an oak trees low hanging branch. Not knowing what struck him over the head he withdraw one of his duel steel swords and parried away from the tree. Panic overcame him, and then he noticed he was just getting frightened over a branch. His head now ached something awful as he got back to his feet and carefully walked toward the formation of stones.
The closer he got to this hollowed rock dwelling the stranger he felt inside, this place didn’t sit right at all. Maybe it was just his nerves giving him grief for just cracking a branch with his skull, but there was something very out of place here. He got closer to the rock formation, no turning back now...
Twenty feet... The air was less appealing as he approached the rocks, it was hard to inhale such a distinct smell... It was a familiar smell though one he had not been a stranger to, he just could not remember where he smelt it before. The group was more damp the nearer he got to the rocks. Still the forest remained quiet, quiet enough to hear his own heart racing within his chest...
...Thump, Thump, Thump... He kept walking, gradually slowing down as he got closer.
Ten feet... His heart beats and the gash on his head from the brutal run in with the oak branch were the least of his worries now. Still not able to pinpoint that smell he glanced behind him again, this time making sure he didn’t crash into a tree. There was nothing behind him but the same dull landscape he had seen for the last mile, tons of oak trees and darkness. His gut still had a bad feeling about the following few feet, but he was brave enough to at least see what awaited for him near his new home. His heart raced as he stood facing the rock formation...
To Late... At last Limrén pinpointed that smell, it was the smell of hundreds of corpses. He had smelt death before but never in this high of amounts. As he slowly crept over the rock formation he saw something that would chill even the bravest of men. Behind the rocks lay at least forty or fifty corpses but that wasn’t all. Amongst all the bodies and wreckage a skinny pale creature crouched, shivering. Blood dripped down the figures pale nude body as he feasted on what seemed to be remains from one of the bodies.
Limrén had never really had a home of his home, much of his childhood was spent roaming the lands with his tribe. He wanted a place to call home, somewhere he could keep his valuable items and treat guests. He needed somewhere that he could relax and feel safe. The world was forming into a very dangerous place and this land might be his own little haven from what lies outside of the woods and not to distant from the small island of Scara Brae. Somewhere roughly one mile into the forest Limrén found a small rock formation his eyes gazed in amazement.
Could this be it? He quickly ran toward the rocks. About forty feet from the stones he heard a strange hiss behind him, he quickly stopped and ducked below an oak trees branches.
What was that? He peered into the black forest looking for maker of the sound, his hand slowly extending towards one of the two swords strapped to his back. He saw nothing, as he got up he slammed his forehead into an oak trees low hanging branch. Not knowing what struck him over the head he withdraw one of his duel steel swords and parried away from the tree. Panic overcame him, and then he noticed he was just getting frightened over a branch. His head now ached something awful as he got back to his feet and carefully walked toward the formation of stones.
The closer he got to this hollowed rock dwelling the stranger he felt inside, this place didn’t sit right at all. Maybe it was just his nerves giving him grief for just cracking a branch with his skull, but there was something very out of place here. He got closer to the rock formation, no turning back now...
Twenty feet... The air was less appealing as he approached the rocks, it was hard to inhale such a distinct smell... It was a familiar smell though one he had not been a stranger to, he just could not remember where he smelt it before. The group was more damp the nearer he got to the rocks. Still the forest remained quiet, quiet enough to hear his own heart racing within his chest...
...Thump, Thump, Thump... He kept walking, gradually slowing down as he got closer.
Ten feet... His heart beats and the gash on his head from the brutal run in with the oak branch were the least of his worries now. Still not able to pinpoint that smell he glanced behind him again, this time making sure he didn’t crash into a tree. There was nothing behind him but the same dull landscape he had seen for the last mile, tons of oak trees and darkness. His gut still had a bad feeling about the following few feet, but he was brave enough to at least see what awaited for him near his new home. His heart raced as he stood facing the rock formation...
To Late... At last Limrén pinpointed that smell, it was the smell of hundreds of corpses. He had smelt death before but never in this high of amounts. As he slowly crept over the rock formation he saw something that would chill even the bravest of men. Behind the rocks lay at least forty or fifty corpses but that wasn’t all. Amongst all the bodies and wreckage a skinny pale creature crouched, shivering. Blood dripped down the figures pale nude body as he feasted on what seemed to be remains from one of the bodies.