Open Chronicles Know No Fear

[Bashuk]

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If you know no fear and seek work, read this notice, for the call contained therein will be of great interest to you.​

The village of Falkrik has long been hounded by a pack of large wolves that claim the forests around them as their home. Many men have tried and failed to drive them off, hunters from all walks of life have travelled and died in their jaws.​

They are now so bold as to enter the village grounds and take whomever they like the look of.​

Please help us. Whatever you want for payment, we will give.

Seek Elder Cedric in the village hall for more information.

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Weaklings.

Bashuk read the notice six times battling with the urge for coin and the desire to let the village die. If they could not fight the beast's off themselves, then they had no right to the land. Falkirk however was known for its skilled blacksmith and she was in need of a new set of hatchets.

What was a pack of wolves to and orc that had killed a mother bear to come of age. The want for things she could not make herself lured her up the worn path towards Falkirk village, Bumper her horse trailing behind her, laden with her kit, a quiver of arrows rested across her back a bow over her shoulder and a large axe at her hip.

 

[Shabha Agloshk]

The notice drew the notice of Shabha of the Anglosh-ka tribe as well, though her mind was different. Her tribe were not normal hunters, but rather focused on the taming of beasts. Long ago legends tell of many times that the Anglosh-ka warred, and brought with them the might of the animal kingdom. No one in her tribe had tamed more than herd animals in recent history, though, and Shabha had decided to travel the lands to become a mighty tamer as her people had been known for.

Large wolves would be a great step in that direction, if she could get herself in front of the Alpha, she might be able to claim the pack as her own.

And so, with less thought for the human village, and more thought towards her goals and glory, Shabha Angloshk found herself coming out of the woods on the outskirts of Falkirk village. A short way up the road, she saw an odd sight.

Another orcess was walking up the road that led to Falkirk. Her attire showed her to be a warrior and hunter as well.

Unsure of whether this other Orc would be an ally against the wolves or someone with different motives for the beasts, Shabha still approached, making sure to be obvious about scuffing her feet on the ground as she entered conversational distance.

"Maith maidin, sealgair."
'Good morning, hunter.'

She called out, and stopped well out of melee range. Her accent was quite obvious, and if the other Orc were familiar, she would know that Shabha hailed from the Steppes tribes.

Bashuk