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Am'ar Kardos Vincent and Ga'Chief ~ At war
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The sight of The South was worse than Am'ar remembered. Dry deserts took over the places of the swamp, endless plains of sand with barely anything to grow. That was not the worse thing by far, Am'ar thought; The people also changed. As they rallied trough the South with Vincent on his side, they bypassed many tribes and clans drifting towards extinction because of the maniac poison. Even more of the tribes were already gone, the tents and corpses were devoured by the sand forever. Who was left alive was insane or hostile against any strangers. They couldn't be helped, and that brothered Vincent very much. They didn't expect this, when they left Ryan's house.
It was about two ago when they left the cottage. They fully finished the roof, and tidied the place.
"Couldn't you stay for just a few more days?" Lizzie asked Am'ar the day they were leaving. "We could spend some quiet days together like back in Valentine's Forest. This place is nice." She was afraid that if Am'ar leaves to The South, he might not return.
"Its my whole race that is at danger, and Vincent is sure that we cant waste another day. I dragged as long as i could, to stay with you my love. But now we must go. Dont worry, i will return!" He said sad, and put on Ryan's fixed sunglasses which they found in the basement. He jumped in Wayfarer, as Vincent was already waiting from him with started engines, and waved at the house. Gyro and Lizzie waved back, they will take care of the place until they return.
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"How should i help these people if they don't accept help?" Asked Vincent angrily after another time they had to leave in a hurry because the angry orc woman started throwing rocks at them. Vincent had the trunk of Wayfarer full with blocks of ice, but survivors always expected danger, and if they tried to talk to them or get some information in exchange of ice, they ended up attacked or being cursed at. Most of the times Vincent left a cube of ice back for them anyways, since they had a load of it. It almost felt like they had infinite ice, but Am'ar never asked about it, since Vincent acted mysterious when it came to that. Maybe Kari applied a device that create ice Am'ar wondered, and left it at that.
Vincent told stories about how he explored these lands many years ago, helping people fight swelter with ice, thirst with water. All he asked in exchange is food for the night, and a story.
"Although the miserable conditions, this place was still wonderful back then. Thousands of different cultures, and millions of unique stories hidden in the desert. Ten lifetimes would not be enough to collect them all. But now.." He sighed "now the folks are all grumpy, they lost the strong blood what made them what they are. Orcs, tauren. I really hope we are not late, and we can still save this colorful nation."
"We will. We find whoever leads this disgusting organization, and we take him down. You said that you know some thannalis using tribes, they will be able to cure the maniac soldiers, and we will prevent the extinction." Am'ar replied with a firm voice, but he wasn't so sure about the plan either. Everything seemed so wrong so far.
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It took them two more days to get to Ga'Chief's tribe. It was located in a valley between a few short hills in the middle of nowhere, but it was beautiful. The village was surrounded with robust natural stone pillars, with huge drawn runes on them. It felt like the giants placed the stones in a circular order, and painted the runes of the gods on them. Between the pillars, Am'ar could see the tauren tents rounding up around the main fireplace.
Ga'Chief was a big one of his type, a tall and strong tauren with carefully plaited beard, and a runic robe. Not to deceive anyone, he would change his robe to war armor, and would launch warcrying at the enemy swinging his huge club at the time of battle, but these times he needed more of praying to gods.
He ran outside the camp with two of his followers to welcome the guests, Am'ar and Vincent.
"You came my friend!" He said happily with open arms, but there was sadness in his eyes. "I'm so glad you came, but it's a bit late. Come in, we discuss everything beside some food, I'm sure you must be tired."
He led them to the tallest tent, and let them in. It was cooler inside than Am'ar would have expected, and it had quite bit of room too. There was a small altar set up at one side, rusty weapons, tools and crates on the other side. They all sat down in a circle, Ga'Chief's family, the elder shaman, Vincent and Am'ar the orc.
"The sad thing is, that nobody is left to save here. Everybody left under the effect of the poison to war. Only the weak, and religious stayed. They left us behind to die under the immortal sun, as we wont be able to gather enough food for everyone. Stay a few nights if you want, but I will leave soon, to get back my tribe. I would like you to come with me."
Am'ar Kardos Vincent and Ga'Chief ~ At war
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The sight of The South was worse than Am'ar remembered. Dry deserts took over the places of the swamp, endless plains of sand with barely anything to grow. That was not the worse thing by far, Am'ar thought; The people also changed. As they rallied trough the South with Vincent on his side, they bypassed many tribes and clans drifting towards extinction because of the maniac poison. Even more of the tribes were already gone, the tents and corpses were devoured by the sand forever. Who was left alive was insane or hostile against any strangers. They couldn't be helped, and that brothered Vincent very much. They didn't expect this, when they left Ryan's house.
It was about two ago when they left the cottage. They fully finished the roof, and tidied the place.
"Couldn't you stay for just a few more days?" Lizzie asked Am'ar the day they were leaving. "We could spend some quiet days together like back in Valentine's Forest. This place is nice." She was afraid that if Am'ar leaves to The South, he might not return.
"Its my whole race that is at danger, and Vincent is sure that we cant waste another day. I dragged as long as i could, to stay with you my love. But now we must go. Dont worry, i will return!" He said sad, and put on Ryan's fixed sunglasses which they found in the basement. He jumped in Wayfarer, as Vincent was already waiting from him with started engines, and waved at the house. Gyro and Lizzie waved back, they will take care of the place until they return.
...
"How should i help these people if they don't accept help?" Asked Vincent angrily after another time they had to leave in a hurry because the angry orc woman started throwing rocks at them. Vincent had the trunk of Wayfarer full with blocks of ice, but survivors always expected danger, and if they tried to talk to them or get some information in exchange of ice, they ended up attacked or being cursed at. Most of the times Vincent left a cube of ice back for them anyways, since they had a load of it. It almost felt like they had infinite ice, but Am'ar never asked about it, since Vincent acted mysterious when it came to that. Maybe Kari applied a device that create ice Am'ar wondered, and left it at that.
Vincent told stories about how he explored these lands many years ago, helping people fight swelter with ice, thirst with water. All he asked in exchange is food for the night, and a story.
"Although the miserable conditions, this place was still wonderful back then. Thousands of different cultures, and millions of unique stories hidden in the desert. Ten lifetimes would not be enough to collect them all. But now.." He sighed "now the folks are all grumpy, they lost the strong blood what made them what they are. Orcs, tauren. I really hope we are not late, and we can still save this colorful nation."
"We will. We find whoever leads this disgusting organization, and we take him down. You said that you know some thannalis using tribes, they will be able to cure the maniac soldiers, and we will prevent the extinction." Am'ar replied with a firm voice, but he wasn't so sure about the plan either. Everything seemed so wrong so far.
....
It took them two more days to get to Ga'Chief's tribe. It was located in a valley between a few short hills in the middle of nowhere, but it was beautiful. The village was surrounded with robust natural stone pillars, with huge drawn runes on them. It felt like the giants placed the stones in a circular order, and painted the runes of the gods on them. Between the pillars, Am'ar could see the tauren tents rounding up around the main fireplace.
Ga'Chief was a big one of his type, a tall and strong tauren with carefully plaited beard, and a runic robe. Not to deceive anyone, he would change his robe to war armor, and would launch warcrying at the enemy swinging his huge club at the time of battle, but these times he needed more of praying to gods.
He ran outside the camp with two of his followers to welcome the guests, Am'ar and Vincent.
"You came my friend!" He said happily with open arms, but there was sadness in his eyes. "I'm so glad you came, but it's a bit late. Come in, we discuss everything beside some food, I'm sure you must be tired."
He led them to the tallest tent, and let them in. It was cooler inside than Am'ar would have expected, and it had quite bit of room too. There was a small altar set up at one side, rusty weapons, tools and crates on the other side. They all sat down in a circle, Ga'Chief's family, the elder shaman, Vincent and Am'ar the orc.
"The sad thing is, that nobody is left to save here. Everybody left under the effect of the poison to war. Only the weak, and religious stayed. They left us behind to die under the immortal sun, as we wont be able to gather enough food for everyone. Stay a few nights if you want, but I will leave soon, to get back my tribe. I would like you to come with me."